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choijunhoda · 1 year ago

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Sekarang mumpung sedang senggang, Junho pun menghubungi kakak perempuannya di Busan. Sudah sebulan lebih ia tidak melihat wajah kakak serta adiknya, akibat persiapan debutnya.

"Nuna... Semoga dia tidak sibuk."

Lagipula, ada sesuatu yang harus ia bicarakan dengan sang kakak.

Setelah sambungan video call dianggkat oleh sang kakak, Junho langsung tersenyum cerah, melihat wajah kakaknya berada di layar ponselnya.

"NUNAAAA!!"

"Junho-ya, annyeong~ selamat atas debutnya tadi malam!"

Wajah kakaknya, lama tak dilihatnya terasa semakin cantik dan bercahaya. Ah, rasanya Junho ingin pulang ke Busan, dan mencium pipi sang kakak.

"Gomawo!! Apa Nuna menonton debutku semalam?"

"Tentu saja aku menontonnya. Oh, apa kau ingin melihat Jihye?"

"MAU!!"

Layar ponselnya pun langsung menampilkan adiknya, yang sepertinya sedang menggambar sesuatu.

"Jihye-ya, lihat, Oppa meneleponku!"

Choi Jihye, lantas mengalihkan pandangannya dari kertas menuju kamera. Pipi bulatnya membuat Junho ingin mencubitinya hingga bocah itu menangis.

"JIHYE-YAAAA!!!" Junho tak bisa menahan dirinya ketika melihat wajah sang adik. Andai, ia pulang ke Busan, pipi chubby itu sudah habis dicubiti oleh sang idola.

"Oppa? OPPA!!!" Jihye tak kalah antusias, ia pun berusaha merebut ponsel Hyunjoo—kakak perempuan Junho— untuk berbicara langsung dengan sang kakak.

"Oppa!!! Oppa semalam. Ada di. Tv!!!" beritahu Jihye dengan terbata, lantaran belum begitu lancar bicara.

"Benar!! Apa Jihye melihat Oppa? Oppa melihat Jihye lho!" gurau Junho.

"LIHAT!! LIHAT!! Jihye lihat. Belsama Eonni. Youngjae Oppa."

Sebentar, ada nama asing yang disebut oleh Jihye. Apa itu ada hubungannya dengan sesuatu yang ingin dipastikan Junho, ya?

"YOUNGJAE ITU SIAPA?!" tanya Junho. Sementara di layar, Hyunjoo hanya tertawa kecil.

"Dia... Pacarku..." jawab Hyunjoo malu-malu. Jihye pun kini berada di pangkuan kakak perempuannya.

"Aku bukan bermaksud untuk menyembunyikan darimu, Junho. Hanya saja, aku takut mengganggumu kalau aku menghubungi duluan..." tambah sang kakak. "Makanya, aku menunggu saat kau menghubungi kami duluan."

Junho pun membuka tabletnya, dan mencari postingan sang kakak yang menurutnya mencurigakan.

"Orang ini? Dia yang bernama Youngjae?" tanya Junho dengan nada seperti mengintrogasi. Entah kenapa, agak tidak rela kalau sang kakak punya pacar.

"Benar, dia," jawab Hyunjoo.

"Cih, jadi Nuna sukanya tipe jamet tho!"

"Dia nggak jamet, Junho-ya!! Appa sudah merestui hubunganku dengannya kok."

"HAH?! APPA?!" tanya Junho shock. Bisa-bisanya, keluarganya di Busan merestui kalau Hyunjoo punya pacar.

"Aku mengenalkannya pada Appa, dan Appa bilang dia anak yang baik. Jihye juga menyukainya. Dia membantuku menjaga Jihye, dan dia juga ikut mendukungmu sebagai idola."

"Tch, aku nggak butuh dukungannya," gerutu Junho, yang membuay Hyunjoo tertawa.

"Sejak kapan adik laki-laki ku jadi protektif begini ya," gurau Hyunjoo. "Saat Chuseok nanti, pulanglah ke Busan. Aku akan mempertemukanmu dengannya, dan kuyakin kau akan menyukainya."

Junho terdiam mendengar ucapan kakaknya. Apa ia bisa dapat libur hari raya saat sudah debut?

"Junho-ya? Ada apa?"

"Eh, nggak apa-apa Nuna. Nuna sejak kapan pacaran dengannya? Lalu, bagaimana Nuna mengenalnya?"

"Umm, dia senior dua— anni, satu tahun diatasku, kalau aku tidak cuti kuliah saat Eomma meninggal." Hyunjoo pun mulai bercerita.

"Dia bekerja paruh waktu di kafe tempatku biasa mengerjakan tugas. Awalnya kami hanya saling sapa, lama-lama saling mengobrol, lalu saling suka. Dan kami berpacaran, tepat satu bulan saat kau pergi ke Seoul."

"JADI NUNA SUDAH MENYUKAINYA SAAT AKU MASIH DI BUSAN?!"

Hyunjoo pun tertawa kecil. "Saat itu kami hanya dekat, Junho-ya. Sejak kau ke Seoul, aku agai kerepotan menjaga Jihye. Makanya ia sering datang ke rumah untuk membantuku, setelah kerja paruh waktunya selesai."

Junho pergi ke Seoul, tepat seminggu sebelum tahun ajaran baru dimulai. Artinya, minggu kedua di bulan maret. Dan... Sudah satu bulan lebih dong, kakaknya berpacaran.

"Padahal aku sekolah di Seoul agar Nuna tidak perlu repot menjagaku... Ternyata malah merepotkan ya menjaga Jihye seorang diri?"

"Bukan begitu, Junho-ya..." jemari Hyunjoo pun mengusap layar ponselnya, seolah sedang mengusap pipi sang adik.

"Aku mau kau mengejar impianmu menjadi penyanyi, Eomma juga pasti akan melakukan hal yang sama. Tapi Jihye, dia sedang aktif-aktifnya. Namun bukan berarti aku kerepotan menjaganya sendiri. Dan Youngjae pun membantu atas kemauannya sendiri, bukan aku yang memintanya," jelas Hyunjoo.

"Begitu ya?"

"Benar, seperti itu?"

"Appa masih sibuk bekerja?"

"Iya masih."

"Oh ya, akhir pekan lalu, Youngjae mengajakku dan Jihye jalan-jalan. Dan kau tahu? Orang-orang mengira kami adalah pasangan yang sudah menikah dan Jihye anak kami," cerita Hyunjoo.

Mendengar sang kakak bercerita seperti itu, tak ada alasan bagi Junho untuk overprotective lagi.

"Nuna... Nuna bahagia bersama Youngjae hyung?" tanya Junho.

"Tentu saja! Aku sangat bahagia, dan ingin sekali menikah dengannya."

"MENIKAH?!?!"

"Iya, aku ini wanita dewasa, Junho-ya. Tapi tidak dalam waktu dekat kok."

"Lalu kapan?"

"Mungkin saat umur Jihye 10 tahun? Sekitar 7 tahun lagi, saat ia sudah agak besar."

Junho terdiam. Lantas sesuatu pun terlintas di pikirannya.

"Nuna... Saat Nuna menikah nanti, aku ingin Nuna fokus pada keluarga baru Nuna. Mengurus suami dan anak. Lalu, aku akan mengambil alih untuk menjaga Jihye, dan tetap menjadi idola. 7 tahun nanti, uangku kan sudah banyak. Akan kugunakan untuk membiayai Jihye, jika Appa sudah pensiun. Aku janji."

"Hahaha, uri junho ternyata sudah besar, ya," komentar Hyunjoo. Bisa Junho lihat, sang kakak tengah menangis haru karena ucapannya barusan.

"Aku kan memang sudah 17 tahun."

"Benar. Junho-ya, semangat untuk dunia barumu ya! Kami di Busan, selalu mendukungmu!"

"Iya, aku selalu semangat!! Karena aku percaya, Eomma juga pasti mendukungku."

"Tentu saja. Kalau saat Chuseok bisa pulang, pulang ya?"

"Iyaa! Aku kabari nanti."

"Kutunggu lho. Oh, karena sudah hampir jam makan siang, aku akan menyiapkan makanan untuk Jihye dan Appa. Kau juga makan, Junho. Jangan makan makanan mini market terus! Minumlah vitamin!"

Junho hanya bisa tertawa kecil. Pasalnya, tadi ia membeli dua porsi makanan mini market. Satu sudah ia makan saat sarapan, satu akan ia makan saat makan siang.

"Sampai nanti, Nuna."

"Sampai nanti, Junho-ya."

Sambungan video call pun terputus.

"Huft— jadi begitu..."

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sungminsbutt · 5 years ago

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You’re Perfect | Youngjae x Jackson

In which Youngjae is the most adorable, slightly chubby baby, and he gets insecure about it. But Jackson is here to show him how much he loves it. Warnings: soft smut, a little daddy kink

Youngjae plopped down on his bed, exhausted after the last day of GOT7′s world tour. He took his phone out and started scrolling through his social media. A few posts caught his attention. They were fansite pics from the concert before. One of the captions said “omg Yougjae is so chubby these days, i just want to squish him”. He frowned, and opened the comment section. Almost every comment was about how happy ahgases were that he gained weight and how cute he was. But obviosly, he catched a glimpse of the negative comments too, people telling him he’s too fat and he shouldn’t be an idol looking like that.

Youngjae got up and went to the mirror across the room. He scanned up his reflection. His cheeks were round and soft, and his jawline was almost invisible. He then liftet up his shirt a little bit, only to see a small tummy resting on the waistband of his jeans. He poked it while pouting-it was soft.

“I’m so fucking fat” Youngjae thought out loud while sighing softly. “I really should go on a diet”.

A soft knock on his door interrupted his meditation.

“Hey, dinner’s ready!” Jackson called him out from the other side of the door.

“I’m coming” Youngjae responded, a slight pout still plastered on his lips.

The whole time, he was telling himself that he will only eat the salad at the dinner. Well, Youngjae ended up eating all his food, plus the dessert. It was really a lot. And all that only because of that bastard Jackson.

When they started the dinner, Jackson pinched Youngjae’s cheeks and told him he was cute when he was eating. The latter had always seen Jackson as a fatherly figure, someone who always took care of him. And he didn’t want to disobey his daddy, how he was mentally calling him for a while now.

So that’s how Youngjae ended the evening in his room, cuddled up under the blankets, holding tight a plushie, darkness around him, as dark as his thoughts about himself, crying his eyes out and repeating “i am fat” and “i don’t deserve to be in this group” like a mantra.

A soft knock on the door brought him back to the reality.

“Youngjae? Are you there?” Jackson asked softly.

The crying boy wanted to be alone, so all that Jackson heard was a blunt “go ‘way”.

“Youngjae, you don’t seem to feel good. I’m entering”. the older boy warned before opening the door and stepping into the blackness of the room.

His eyes stopped onto a small lump under the blankets, a small, crying lump.

Cautiously, he sat on the edge of the bed, his heart breaking into pieces hearing his little boy cry.

“Hey, JaeJae, tell me what’s wrong”

“JaeJae isn’t there” came uo the muffled and grumpy response.

“Oh, that’s it? Hmm, but i really wanted to see the cutest boy alive. Eh, guess i’ll have to look for him around the house” Jackson said smiling.

A fluffy head peeked out from the blankets, looking at the older with big, glossy eyes.

“Jae is not cute” he said grumpily.

“Of course you are!” Jackson reassured him.

“‘m not! I am fat, I gained weight. I am a worthless piece of shit, who doesn’t deserve to be in this group. I’m a shame for all of you. You all have sculpted bodies and fans cheer over you. But I am too fat. And ugly!” Youngjae said, big, salty tears rolling out his eyes.

“Hey, you’re not worthless, and you’re definitely not ugly. I don’t know how should i describe how you look like. Mesmerizing. Beautiful. Cute. Handsome. Breathtaking. Perfect. And what if you’re not like us all? I personally love it when you’re chubby, i love how soft your cheeks are, and how squishy you look. You are so fucking perfect Youngjae, no words can describe you. And fuck the haters, I want to see you happy, and your happiness shouldn’t depend on their opinions. Also, GOT7 wouldn’t be GOT7 without Choi Youngjae, our little ball of sunshine”

Jackson softly wiped the tears off the chubby cheeks he loved so much, softly kissing Youngjae’s forehead after that.

“Even if all the world will turn their back to you, i’ll always be there to protect you and cherish you” he added.

“Y-you mean it daddy?” Youngjae asked.

shit. He couldn’t believe he let it out in such a moment.

“I’m s-sorry” he stuttered. “I didn’t mean to...”, he added, avoiding Jacksons glare.

“Hey there. Look at me JaeJae” he said, gently lifting the smaller boy’s chin, so he would look into his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry. You’re my little boy, my cute, soft, little boy” he whispered.

“R-really?”

“Really baby”

They stared onto each other’s eyes for a long time, getting lost in those deep, dark oceans, which held feelings for each other. Feelings that urged to be let out.

Jackson cupped Youngjae’s cheek, his fingers sinking a little into the soft skin. And finally, their lips touched. It was a gentle kiss, full of love and tenderness. They pulled away for a second, before latching their lips toghether again, this time kissing each other hungrily. Their mouths moved in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. Jackson slowly moved his hand down to Youngjae’s waist, his teeth slowly nipping at the smaller boy’s bottom lip. Youngjae whimpered slowly, giving his tongue entrance. Jackson made sure to explore every single spot of Youngjae’s wet cavern. Their tongues moved slowly, passionately against each other, soft whimpers ocassionally leaving Youngjae’s throat. Then, Jackson started trailing kisses down Youngjae’s neck, bitting at the skin softly and sucking onto some spots to mark his property. His Youngjae.

Jackson gently pulled the younger boy onto his lap, without breaking the kiss. His hands slowly moved further, down Youngjae’s back, till they stopped on the curve of his plump butt, gently groping the soft flesh.

Youngjae let out a moan, and quickly pulled away from the kiss, covering his mouth in embarassment. “Don’t be ambarassed baby boy. Today is all about showing you how perfect you are. Let daddy hear his little baby” Jackson whispered, before pulling Youngjae into another kiss.

“Hands up baby, daddy wants to see more of his precious Youngjae”

“N-no, i’m too fat”, the boy answered, voice trembling.

“Oh little one, you’re not. Let dedday show you, would you?” Jackson asked softly, kissing the tip of his nose. Youngjae let out a giggle and put up his hands.

Jackson cautiously removed his shirt, revealing his boyt in all his beauty, flipping them over, so he was hovering over the chubby boy.

“God, you’re so precious” he whispered, moving his fingers across Youngjae’s soft chest and down his cute tummy.

In a swift motion, Jackson removed his own shirt and sweats. Youngjae gulped, looking down at his daddy’s sculpted body. He didin’t deserve him, Youngjae thought.

“Daddy, no, my thighs are fat and jiggly” he whined at Jackson’s attempt to take off his jeans.

Jackson ignored him and proceeded to take off his pants. He looked down at his boy. His fluffy hair all messy. His round cheeks still tear-stained. His lips soft and slightly swollen. The little love bites scattered across his neck. His soft tummy. His gorgeous, thick and meaty thighs.

“You’re such a masterpiece, baby boy” Jackson softly whispered, latching their lips again. He started trailing kisses down Younjae’s body, stopping at his tummy to softly bite into the flesh.

“D-daddy” Youngjae moaned.

“What’s it, cupcake?”

“I-i really like it”

“Like what? Use your words, baby boy”

“L-like when you kiss my tummy”

“Yeah?” Jackson smirked and nipped onto the soft flesh again.

“Y-yeah. It makes me feel good”

“Good”

Jacskon slowly moved one of his hands to Youngjae’s chest. He pinched one of his nipples, while still leaving kissed onto his stomach. The boy let out a high-pitched moan. Jackson bit onto the flesh harshly, leaving a teeth mark, while still twisting the hardened but.

“A-ah daddy. What was that?”

“You look so yummy baby, i had to have a taste”

Slowly, Jackson kissed his way down to Youngjae’s boxers, kissing the aroused tip of his tent through them. The smaller boy whimpered.

“Daddy’s gonna spoil rotten his small boy” Jackson whispered, slowly taking off Youngjae’s boxers. His cock sprang free, leaking precum onto his tummy.

“So wet for daddy, such a good boy” Jackson praised, before taking the tip gently in his mouth. Youngjae whimpered, his fists clenching around the sheets.

Jackson took all of his lenght onto his mouth, his hands gently caressing the soft thighs of the whimpering boy underneath him. He ocasionally hummed aroung his member, sending shiwers down the whimpering boy’s spine.

“D-daddy s -stop, ‘m gonna cum” Youngjae moaned.

But Jackson didn’t obey his baby, and soon, he spuerted the cloudy substance down his throat.

“Such a good boy” Jackson whispered, leaving soft kisses on Youngjae’s thighs. “You taste so good. And don’t even get me started on your thighs. So meaty and soft. So perfect”, he added while sucking at the skin, leaving a dark purple bruise, while rubbing Youngjae’s again hardening member.

“D-daddy, please” he whined, tangling his fingers onto Jackson’s locks

“Use your words baby. What do you want daddy to do?”

“Want you...inside..pleade daddy”

“Such a good boy” Jackson praised the moaning boy, caressing his thighs. He took off his boxers and tossed them across the room. Then he looked up at his beautiful boy, his lips slightly parted as he breathed heavy. Jackson traced his thumb across Youngjae’s lips, softly pushing it inside, and the younger boy started sucking on it as if it was a candy. Jackson softly took his thumb out, replacing it with 3 digits. Youngjae’s tongue shyly swirling around, lubeing them.

Jackson took out his figers, and slowly circled the smaller boy’s rim, slowly pushing 2 of them inside of his tight hole.

“A-ah daddy, hurts!” Youngjae cried out.

“I know baby boy, but it will get eventually better” Jackson said, softly kissing his tummy, making his small boy let out a shaky giggle. Damn, he was an angel, Jackson thought. Even his giggle was heavenly.

He continued thursting his digits at a slow pace, ocasionally kissing Youngjae’s lips and tummy to make him forget about the pain. Soon, the whimpers become moans full of pleasure.

“E-enough daddy, want you”

“Are you sure muffin?”

“I am sure daddy”

“Do you have lube?”

“The drawer daddy”

Jackson took out the unopened bottle of lube, took Yougjae’s hand into his and squeezed a generous amount of the substance onto his hand.

“Daddy wants his chubby ray of sunshine to help him lube himself”

Youngjae giggled at the cute pet name, and slowly stroked Jackson’s member. When he wes finally lubes, he aligned his tip to the younger’s hole, and slowly pushed in.

“D-daddy” Youngjae let out a scream.

“I know baby boy, i know” Jackson assured him with a soft kiss on his lips.

“Y-you can move daddy” Youngjae shyly said.

Jackson tangled his fingers with his baby’s, and started thursting slowly. The room was quiet, except for their moans and the sound of skin slapping.

“A-ah, right there daddy” Youngjae cried out when Jackson hit his prostate.

He coninued hitting that spot, praising the moaning boy underneath him.

“You’re so good for daddy, taking me so well. You feel so tight around me, so fucking perfect buttercup”

“D-daddy ‘m gonna c-cum”

“Cum for daddy, little one”

Youngjae spurted the cloudy substance all over his thighs and tummy. Jackson thrusted a few times more, after he came too. He slowly pulled out and cuddled near Youngjae.

“You did so well for daddy. My good boy. My precious sunshine. My soft muffin” Jackson mumbled, stroking Youngjae’s hair and softly kissing his forehead.

“Wh-what are we daddy?” Youngjae asked out of the blue.

“What do you want us to be, baby boy?” Jackson asked smiling.

“B-boyfriends?” Youngjea shyly asked, turning around in Jackson’s embrace to face him.

The latter squeezed him closer and kissed his round cheeks.

“From now on, daddy will take good care of you. Because you are my little precious Youngjae, my little ray of sunshine. Daddy’s gonna spoil you rotten and make all the bad things go away”

“Pinky promise?” Youngjae asked, holding his pinky out, cutely.

“Pinky promise” Jackson smiled, linking their pinkies toghether. “But you should promise daddy that you won’t pay attention to the negative comments, you’ll look only at the good ones and you won’t skip meals”

“I promise daddy” Youngjae said smiling wide, his eyes dissappearing.

“God you’re so precious and your body is the cutest” Jackson sayd softly, pinching his cheeks.

“Daddy stooop” Youngjae whined.

“Never, sunshine”.

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babybenibo · 6 years ago

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Happy Birthday Youngjae !

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#happy birthday youngjae #youngjae #choi youngjae #got7 #our bright angel #may this special day be filled with only happiness and love !#with your chubby cheeks and small hands ^^

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jaxonah · 7 years ago

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Chubby GF- Choi Youngjae

-wants you to wear nothing but crop tops and tight pants cause that’s what you look sexiest in.

-loves your adorable tummy and thighs.

-gets so angry when you move his hands away from your hips where your stretch marks lay.

-”don’t baby. you’re so perfect.”

-loves it most when his arms around your thicc waist.

-is so in love with your figure, it’s crazy.

#got7 imagines #got7 preferences #got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 requests #kpop #got7 choi youngjae #got7 youngjae #choi youngjae #chubby #gf #love

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fairyoftbz · 4 years ago

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spring tenderness | l. sangyeon

🌱 word count: 2.1k 🌱 pairing: dad!sangyeon x mom!reader 🌱 genre: tooth-rotting fluff, dad!au, very domestic! au 🌱 tw: mention of food, past pregnancies and breastfeeding 🌱 synopsis: just a cosy morning where you spend some time with your husband and your two boys, Hyungseo and Youngjae. (yes i took kevin and eric’s korean names, don’t ask) 🌱 a/n: i’m not used to write this kind of au but it was so soft and domestic, i’m pretty sure that sangyeon will be a good dad one day 🥺🥺💖 i’m tagging @staywithmoon bc you wanted to read it and i can only thank you for that bub! <33

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You smiled when childish laughter erupted from the garden, the sound warming your heart at your son's joy. The curtains in the children's bedroom filtered the sunlight, generating a subdued and colourful atmosphere. Your son was in a deep sleep, his tiny shut fists resting delicately at the sides of his head, his pacifier moving to the rhythm of his breathing. With the back of your finger, you tenderly stroke his cheek, a joyful smile on your lips.

You sighed lightly, remembering your husband's reaction the day you announced the good news. When you first learned that you were going to be a mother, you weren't sure what to think. Sangyeon's potential bad reaction terrified you, having no idea how well he was going to take this news. The weight had come off your shoulders as he fell to his knees in front of you, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement, you knew you wanted to live this experience with your boyfriend by your side.

Three years have passed since that wonderful event, and it's safe to say you've never been happier. A beautiful, healthy little boy had joined your pair, and Sangyeon had become an overprotective father, always ready and prepared to take care of his son by relying on the many readings and Internet researches that he had completed during your pregnancy. While you were feeding your son or resting, he would transform into a man-of-all-work and help around the house. It took a huge weight off your shoulders, just like when he woke up instead of you to soothe your child who was struggling to sleep through the night, allowing you to sleep and recharge your batteries. Your husband made a great daddy and loved you and your son to death, showering you both with unconditional love.

You announced your second pregnancy on his birthday, a few weeks after returning from your honeymoon. You stumbled across a video in which a woman was giving her husband baby clothes for his birthday on social media, and you decided that it was a creative idea and did the same.

During all these years of living together and this new experience as parents, Sangyeon had decided that you were the one with whom he wanted to settle in and share his life, proposing to you two years after your son's birth. The preparation for this fabulous event had brought you together a lot, and your skills in relationship communication had evolved exponentially.

Here you are now in a life of four, living in a house with a dog and a garden, a place your oldest son loved almost more than his bedroom and his toys. He spent most of his time there when the weather was nice and warm, having fun playing soccer with his father. He also loved making angels when the snow was in abundance, the smile that radiated on his face filled you with the greatest happiness in the world.

Taking your new born son in your arms, you rocked him gently against you, feeling his warm body all wrapped up in his pyjamas against your chest. He struggled to open his eyes and let his dummy fall against his chest. He was so cute that you couldn't suppress a smile, your son returning almost instantly the second his eyes met yours. The big brown orbs he got from his father held a lot of love, and his little feet wriggled in excitement when you kissed his forehead.

"Did you sleep well, my little angel?" Your thumb stroked his cheek, and he continued to gaze at you in awe, your heart softening with tenderness as he let out a gurgle to answer. Gently fixing his position in your arms as his cheek rolled against your chest, his eyes still misted with sleep bored into yours as he slowly emerged from his slumber.

Opening the patio door to the balcony, you tightened your cardigan around yourself as a light wind blew, creating a slight chill in the comforting morning heat of late spring. Your eldest son was chasing a foam ball, your husband standing in front of the miniature goal that reached his thigh, purposefully missing the ball for your son to score.

"Goaaaaaaaal!" Your other son threw his little arms in the air and ran around the garden, your dog following him with his tail wagging. Sangyeon shrugged but smiled, amused by your son's attitude and enthusiasm. You smiled too from your spot on the balcony, gently cradling your other son in your arms. "Good job, Hyungseo!" Your husband looked around the living room for a short moment, looking for you, but he gave you a smile you couldn't imagine brighter when he noticed you up there, congratulating your son for his accomplishment, but the latter didn't hear you.

Once he finally stopped, breathless, Sangyeon walked over to him while chuckling, bending down to be at the same level with him. You watched your husband whisper something into your son's ear, who almost immediately looked up at you. You gave him a little wave with a smile, and he came running up, locating himself just below the balcony, a huge smile on his face.

"Hi Mom! Hi Youngjae!" He moved his small hands from side to side, and you gave him a flying kiss, Sangyeon lifting him from behind to settle him on his shoulders. He laughed as he kept waving, sending him a playful wink in return as you couldn't reach him.

Your husband grabbed Hyungseo's hands and started running around the garden, still with him on his shoulders, a crystal-clear laugh falling from their lips as they were brimming with energy already so early in the morning. You walked down to the garden, and they stopped when they saw you, Hyungseo touching the ground again. He ran to you as you sat in a lounge chair, watching his younger brother with attentive eyes.

"Are you going to feed him, Mommy?" He asked, and you nodded, making sure your new born was comfortably positioned in your arms. "Come on Hyungseo, let's go make some bread and jam, hm? Youngjae needs to be calm to eat. We can come back to them as soon as we prepared breakfast, okay?" Your husband explained to your child, whose face immediately lit up at the mention of food. “Yesssss!" Your son exclaimed and clapped his tiny hands, Sangyeon gently pushing him inside the house. You looked up smiling, closing your eyes for a quick second as he kissed your lips. "I'll be back in 5 minutes," his hand came to cradle your cheek, and you nodded, enjoying the tender gesture.He kissed your forehead before striding towards the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind him.

You took the opportunity to breastfeed your son, who had his tiny hand resting against your chest, trying to cling onto his food source as your two other boys bustled about and laughed in the kitchen. Your thumb stroked his chubby cheek and you beamed, the tightness you felt in your breast from the milk not being able to compete with the happiness that bloomed in your heart.

"Here you go Mommy," your son's frail voice reached your ears again as your gaze stared into space for a brief moment out of exhaustion, your hand still against your child's face. Hyungseo was holding a tall glass of juice with his two hands, Sangyeon appearing again, balancing three plates in his hands. He put two on his side and one at the other end of the table where Hyungseo usually sat. You kissed your son on the forehead as a thank you and took a few sips, feeling the sweet, pulpy liquid run down your neck and quench your thirst.

"Breakfast served for the best mom in the world," he handed you a plate with two slices of toasted bread spread with butter and honey cut into small squares, smiling at the fact that he had thought about you and your health. "Thank you very much honey," he kissed the top of your head and watched for a few moments Youngjae in your arms as he suckled quietly, his finger caressing his tiny, plump arm. "He's just as handsome as his mother," Sangyeon muttered before looking up at you, a tender smile on his face. You kissed him again, this time on the cheek, your heart going fuzzy at the notable sweetness and sincerity behind his words.

Your husband sat down with Hyungseo and began to enjoy breakfast, chatting and exchanging looks with great affection. You had never been so complete, and you could only thank life for making your path cross with Sangyeon's. He gave you a wink and quickly wiped off the chocolate spread that decorated the corner of your son's mouth with his finger before bringing it to his own mouth, the latter asking a lot of questions about his little brother and his health.

He was indeed going through the phase when curiosity was the only thing on his mind, your husband sometimes losing patience as your son wondered about anything and everything. Fortunately, he hadn't yet been amazed at how he and his little brother were created and brought into the world, but it won't be long in coming.

"Mommy! Are you coming to play with Daddy and me?" Hyungseo ran to the rocking chair in which you always fed Youngjae, your eldest child stroking his little brother's skull with his hand. "No Hyungseo, leave Mommy alone, she needs some rest. Nourishing a child can get pretty exhausting for your mother, but she will come and play soon," Sangyeon explained as he carried the plates to the kitchen, his body in the glass doorway. He nodded to his son to follow him, and he obeyed, a sad pout decorating his lips. "Honey, I'll come and play with you after I put Youngjae to bed for a nap, okay?" Sorrow left your son's eyes almost immediately, beaming as he heard his father call him from the kitchen. "Come on, go help Daddy with the dishes. Mommy promises to take care of you as soon as possible," he trotted back to your chair and pressed his lips on your cheek in a slobbery kiss before running to the kitchen.

You chuckled through your nose when you heard Sangyeon scold him for running around barefoot before shifting your attention back to your son, who was looking at you with a lot of admiration in the eyes. Giving him a lovely smile, your thumb came to caress his cheek again, a wave of relief flooding your chest as he finally let go of your breast. After you burped him, you were about to go upstairs to change his diapers, but Sangyeon emerged from the kitchen right at the same time, smiling at the sight of you cradling your son on your shoulder.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it," he winked at you before taking his son from your arms and kissing him on the forehead, Hyungseo walking up to you to hug you, his little arms struggling to wrap themselves around your thighs. "Come on, Hyungseo, let's brush our teeth and then we'll play, okay?" He nodded, still leaning against you, and you took his hand, leading him to the second floor, following the same path your husband had taken a few seconds ago.

Being the big boy he wanted to be and in a hurry to get back to playing with his foam ball, your oldest awkwardly brushed his teeth on his own, putting toothpaste all over his face and fingers. You lowered yourself to his level and showed him the right movements he needed to do to brush his teeth properly. Sangyeon was in the corner of the room, a smile on his lips as he changed your son's diapers, moved by the attention you paid to your children's education. He gently wiped Youngjae clean and tickled his belly once he was done clipping the press studs of his bodysuit, your son immediately giggling at his father.

"Everything's good, you can go back to play, but don't run down the stairs," you ruffled your son's hair with a tender hand, Hyungseo dashing outside the bathroom. You were about to raise your voice, but you listened to him go down the stairs one by one with a content smile, satisfied that he obeyed you. "Thank you," you mumbled, wanting to take your son off the baby-changing table, but Sangyeon was quicker.

"You already carry him all day, let me relieved your back and take care of him," you rested his head on his shoulder as he hugged your son, feeling a hand cling to your cheek, making you laugh as Youngjae also wanted to participate in this moment of tenderness. "Come on, let's go downstairs before our other one gets all jealous," you chuckled before kissing your son then husband, letting him grab some sunglasses and a little hat for your son.

Grazing the railing with your fingertips, you sighed with ease, feeling loved and cared for by the three men who lived in your house. You used to have many doubts and insecurities about motherhood, but your husband's help and support had erased them all. You were happy to be a mom, and nothing could change that.

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mermaidsneedwater · 4 years ago

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you see his baby photos

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⇒ jaebeom

“Jaebeom will kill me if he knows we’re doing this.”

“Doing what?”

You and Jaebeom’s mom whipped around from the couch to see him standing in the doorway.

“Uh, nothing!” You panicked. “Just trying to decide what we should eat for dinner.”

Not believing you, Jaebeom walked to the couch to see his childhood photographs sprawled out over the coffee table and couch.

“Eomma!” He groaned.

“Don’t be mad at your mom!” you said, “I begged her to let me see them.”

Grumbling, he sat next to you on the couch as he looked through the photos on the page in your lap.

“Whatever, you were going to find them eventually.” He shrugged.

Taking that as his blessing to continue, Jaebeom’s mom showed you a photo of him as a chubby baby, sitting happily on a swing.

You were unable to contain your delight as your mouth formed into an o, “Jae you were the cutest baby ever! I just want to gobble you up.”

“Yeah, he was.” His mom remarked fondly.

“Was?” Jaebeom asked slightly irritated.

“Not so much anymore with those awful piercings.” His mother disapproved, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Shocked, Jaebeom placed a hand over his heart. “So mean. I took it out for you.”

“And you look so handsome now without it.” His mother remarked, not looking up from the photo she was looking at. “Don’t you think Y/N?”

Blushing, you placed your hand on his cheek, “I think he looks handsome all the time.”

⇒ mark

You held the photograph of Mark and compared it to his face. You bit your lip, not wanting to say what you thought.

“What? You look like you want to say something.” Mark said, noticing your reaction.

Exhaling, you answered. “Yes, but don’t get mad.”

“I won’t now tell me.” Mark insisted.

He sat on his knees by the box of his memorabilia, interested in hearing what you had to say.

“Did you ever watch this cartoon, Crayon Shin-Chan?”

“Maybe? I think I used to watch it on Saturday mornings.”

“You look exactly like the main character, Shin-Chan, in this picture,” you said holding up the photo of mark as a baby.

Mark looked at you blankly.

“Okay let me show you.” You said.

You googled a picture of the character and held up your phone and the photograph side by side.

Inspecting the two, Mark rolled his eyes. “I don’t see it.”

“You look identical!” You exclaimed.

Shaking his head, he kept sorting photographs, “nope. I don’t look anything like him.”

“How do you not see it!” You said. “If you were a cartoon you would literally be Shin-Chan.”

“Babe, that would be like if I told you that you look like Spongebob.”

“Hey! That’s not even a remotely fair comparison.”

“Exactly. Which is why I’m saying I don’t look like him.”

“Fine, agree to disagree.” You said, “even though I’m clearly right.”

Mark looked at you, but couldn’t help but laugh at your comment as you both kept sorting through photos.

⇒ jackson

Jackson was no help when it came to these kind of things.

His mom had texted you, I sent you some of Jackson’s baby photos. Let me know which ones you think are cute and I’ll get them framed.

Simple enough right? Not quite.

The afternoon had stretched into the evening as you and Jackson reminisced and discovered the pictures.

“You were so energetic.” You commented, holding the photograph of baby Jackson between your fingers. He stood smiling in a victory pose “I wonder...”

“What?” He asked, curious at your thought.

“Do you think we would’ve been friends as kids?”

“Ha! Absolutely not.” Jackson replied instantly.

“What? Why?” You frowned.

“Princess let me tell you something. Back then? You were so out of my league.” Jackson explained. “I would’ve never had a chance of being friends, much less your boyfriend.”

“That’s not true.” You protested. “I was pretty shy, you would’ve thought that I couldn’t speak.”

Shaking his head Jackson took the photograph from you and set it down on the table.

“Well then why don’t you tell me what you think.” You said, interested in hearing his theory.

“Gladly. We would’ve been classmates, I would’ve definitely had a crush on you, but being the immature person I was, I would’ve teased you incessantly. You would get so annoyed with me, but would eventually come to realize it was my stupid ways. I would eventually get the courage to ask you out, but you would let me down easy.” Jackson mapped out.

“You make me sound so unattainable.” You pouted. “I’ll tell you what I think. We would’ve been friends, you were class clown so everyone would’ve been friends with you. I would’ve had a huge crush on you, but I never would’ve said anything because I was so shy. Eventually, we’d graduate never being more than friends.”

Soaking up your story in silence, Jackson finally remarked. “I’m so glad we didn’t know each other as kids.”

⇒ jinyoung

“Oh my god.” You covered your mouth to muffle your laughter. “Jinyoung what is this?!”

You pointed and flipped through his baby photo album that contained not one, but three pages of Jinyoung sulking at various places.

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Jinyoung grumbled sitting back on the couch.

On this uneventful afternoon, you’d decided to do some cleaning in your apartment, only to discover a box of photo albums Jinyoung’s parents had sent over to your apartment many months ago. Unfortunately for Jinyoung that meant more reminiscing over his baby photos and less cleaning.

“You were such a sulky baby!” You exclaimed. “Oh gosh, this one is the best.”

His ears perked up as he leaned forward to look at the photo you were pointing at.

In the photograph Jinyoung stood pouting, his large ears pointing outwards as he stood straight. He seemed to be dressed in a turquoise crocheted tank top.

“I was probably annoyed with something very reasonable!” Jinyoung attempted to defend.

Looking at him with an eyebrow raised, he held his hands up in defeat. “Fine. I was upset because my mom wouldn’t stop taking pictures of me. But don’t you think you have any photos throwing fit?”

“I definitely do, but not to the varying extent that you do,” you replied.

Narrowing his eyes at you, he spoke “alright, I think I’ve seen enough of my embarrassing pictures for the day.”

“Hey, at least you grew into your ears,” you giggled, poking his side.

He turned to give you the same sulking look as the photograph. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Turning to look at him, you continued flipping through the book, “I love you too,”

You leaned to kiss both of his ears “especially your ears” you then leaned in to peck his lips, resting your forehead against his “and your face when you’re sulking.”

⇒ youngjae

You sifted through the photographs of Youngjae past on your coffee table.

JYP had asked Youngjae to send in a baby photo of himself as a special photo card option for their next comeback.

Stressed and overwhelmed by the pressures of idol life, Youngjae had delayed this task by weeks.

As you cooked dinner, you glanced at Youngjae’s phone to see a message.

You need to send in your baby photo ASAP.

You finished cooking and headed to your albums. There were too many choices. Flipping through the albums you narrowed your choices down to three photos. Laying them out on the coffee table, you folded your hands on your lap contemplating.

Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize Youngjae had awoken from his nap until he wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey,” Youngjae said, his voice still groggy. “What are you doing?”

“You’ve been putting off sending your baby photo so I thought I’d help you out.” You informed him.

“Thank you darling.” He kissed your cheek before sitting down next you.

“Any thoughts on which one to send?” You turned to him. “I narrowed it down to three. I know which one I think you should send in, but it should be your choice.”

Scanning the photos in front of him, Youngjae finally spoke, “let’s point to our choice at the same time.”

“1”

“2”

“3” you said at that same time.

Looking to where your fingers pointed you smiled.

“I guess it’s settled then.” Youngjae laughed.

The photo you’d both picked had been one of Youngjae and his father. He was holding his son as Youngjae drank from a bottle.

“I love this photo, you look just like your dad.” You told him. “The resemblance is uncanny.”

⇒ bambam

“You look so innocent.” You showed Bambam the photograph. “What happened to you?”

Bambam looked up from his phone to see his baby photo on your phone.

“Hey! How did you get that?” He said.

“Your sister sent it to me.” You replied nonchalantly. “She sent some real gems.”

“Since when are you and Baby texting about me?” Bambam asked, curious.

“Maybe a month?” You said, thinking back to the first time she texted.

“A month!” Bambam exclaimed. “Oh god.”

“Oh god is right. I can see why you’re a performer now, you’re a natural.” You told him.

Leaning his back on the couch, he sat up thinking about your earlier comment.

“What did you mean I was so innocent.” He pouted folding his shoulder. “I’m still squeaky clean.”

“Oh please, the Bambam I know now is literally the guy who texted me last week after work that he wanted me on the bed and ready for his big–“

“Okay! I get it.” Bambam interrupted.

“See? Not so innocent.” You said. You held up his baby photo “This baby on the other hand, total angel.”

⇒ yugyeom

“Y/N don’t look at that.” Yugyeom said.

Ignoring his warning you continued flipping through his childhood album. You looked up to see your man child of a boyfriend towering over you and pouting.

“These are so embarrassing, please don’t.” He pleaded with you.

“You were so cute!” You countered. “Please let me see them. I think you were adorable.”

Giving in, he sat next to you on the couch. “Fine. But I’m going to go through them too.”

You both sat on the couch, placing the album between you.

“Are you wearing roller skates in this?” You pointed to baby Yugyeom’s feet. “I wanna hear the story behind this.”

“Oh man, that was before I cut my head.” Yugyeom reminisced.

“What?!” You said, shocked that he had been in so much danger.

“Yeah. My dad had taken me and my brother out to rollerskate. I was so stubborn as a kid, I refused to wear a helmet.” Yugyeom recounted to you. “Things were fine until I tripped on my skate and ended up hitting my head on a rock. There was blood everywhere”

“That must’ve been scary.” You said, leaning on his shoulder.

“I think my dad was more freaked out that me. Luckily I only needed two stitches.” He rested his head against yours. “I still have the scar.”

You leaned back as Yugyeom pulled his hair out of his face. Lifting it up, he revealed a scar going into his forehead.

Reaching out, you gingerly touched it. Pressing a kiss to your index and middle finger you placed it on the scar.

“How come I never noticed this scar before?” You wondered aloud. “It makes you look sexy.”

Scoffing, Yugyeom released the hair he was holding. “I was such an idiot. Hopefully our kids don’t turn out as dumb as me.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his words. Hopefully our kids don’t turn out as dumb as me. He was thinking about that?

Taking in your reaction, he lightly coughed, “I mean you know, in the future. The very far future.”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “I hope they can dance like you. It would be a shame if they got my two left feet!”

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#got7 #yugyeom #jinyoung #jaebeom #bambam #mark #Jackson #youngjae #got7 reaction #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #got7 masterlist #ahgase #igot7 #mnw works

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sadienita · 4 years ago

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Masterlist - Bulletpoints and Reactions

Below are all series of bulletpoints as well as reactions. Requests for reactions are currently open! The * denotes something new.

Bulletpoints and Texts

Ateez Cuddles Seonghwa / Hongjoong / Yunho / Yeosang / San / Mingi / Wooyoung / Jongho

Ateez Drunk Confessions (Texts) Seonghwa / Hongjoong (pt 1) (pt 2) / Yunho / Yeosang / San / Mingi / Wooyoung / Jongho

BTS Babies Seokjin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jeongguk

Boyfriend BTS Seokjin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jeongguk

BTS Cuddles Seokjin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jeongguk

Dreamcatcher Cuddles Minji / Bora / Siyeon / Handong / Yoohyeon / Yoobin / Gahyeon

GOT7 Cuddles Mark / Jaebum / Jackson / Jinyoung / Youngjae / Bambam / Yugyeom

Mamamoo Cuddles Yongsun / Byulyi / Wheein / Hyejin

Pentagon Cuddles Jinho / Hoetaek / Hongseok / Shinwon / Changgu / Yanan / Yuto / Hyunggu / Wooseok

Seventeen Babies Seungcheol / Jeonghan / Joshua / Junhui / Soonyoung / Wonwoo / Jihoon / Seokmin / Mingyu / Minghao / Seungkwan / Hansol / Chan

Boyfriend Seventeen Seungcheol / Jeonghan / Joshua / Junhui / Soonyoung / Wonwoo / Jihoon / Seokmin / Mingyu / Minghao / Seungkwan / Hansol / Chan

Seventeen Cuddles Seungcheol / Jeonghan / Joshua / Junhui / Soonyoung / Wonwoo / Jihoon / Seokmin / Mingyu / Minghao / Seungkwan / Hansol / Chan

SVT Makeout Sesh Seungcheol / Jeonghan / Joshua / Junhui / Soonyoung / Wonwoo / Jihoon / Seokmin / Mingyu / Minghao / Seungkwan / Hansol / Chan

Twice Cuddles Nayeon / Jeongyeon / Momo / Sana / Jihyo / Mina / Dahyun / Chaeyoung / Tzuyu*

Reactions and Blurbs

SVT Dating an American Popstar SVT with a tall s/o SVT with a chubby s/o To Date Seventeen (blurbs about what Seventeen would need in a partner) SVT reaction to you wanting to adopt SVT reaction to you having a different bias Dreamcatcher reaction to confessing to you Dreamcatcher reaction: dating poly!suadong and poly!gadong what happens when you cover atz mouth to make them be quiet you asked atz to send you reminders to drink water what happens when you cover skz mouth to make them be quiet you asked skz to send you reminders to drink water Dumb shit skz would do with a tall s/o where skz would kiss you except its cursed skz reaction to you suddenly slipping your hands under his shirt except your hands are cold as ice Where Stray Kids Would Take You in Seoul - Hyung Line Where Stray Kids Would Take You in Seoul - Maknae Line

#so ummmm #my masterlist stopped working #so im trying to get it working #lets try this #i was thinking of splitting it up #so i hope this works for me #or i will sob #sadienita #masterlist #admin

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thatchoiboy · 7 years ago

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Don't you just love his chubby cheeks? © owner

#his chubby cheeks are life #i want to squish them #choi youngjae #youngjae #got7 #kpop #cyj

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jae-daddy · 4 years ago

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Chubby (13)

Jaebum AU Series

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / fourteen

masterlist

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: Romance, Drama, Mature, Angst Plot: you are getting bullied, and jaebum decides to help you a/n: if anybody doesn’t like this, im disowning you. so, i hope y’all like it. this is the fifth try <3 not edited

The first time you had seen Jaebum your whole life changed. The world twisted from its axis, and everything tumbled upside down and sideways. Everything flowed into the beckoning cosmos, leaving only the boy standing in front of you to exist.

The first time you had seen Jaebum was by the supermarket around the corner. It was spring, a week before school came back into session. The cherry blossoms bloomed and rained down on him, drifting into space as the ground disappeared from beneath you. He showed up in front of you like an angel, ethereal; making a calm fall over you and causing the world to explode all at once.

His hair was slicked back showing his forehead and angry eyebrows scrunched in concentration. A leather jacket covered his broad shoulders, and ripped washed jeans exposed his knees as he knelt down. A little white and orange kitten snuggled into his hand. As if just his appearance wasn’t enough to take your breath away; his adoration towards the kitten pulled you further down the tortourious path of falling in love with this man.

His eyes crinkled as a sweet smile stretched across his lips. His smile was beautiful and radiant that it seized your heart from your chest. Your heart stopped beating as your eyes met his.

A tear fell from your eyes.

He was so beautiful.

You walked out of the apartment complex to find Jaebum just like the first day you had seen him.

You had never seen his hair slicked back since that day, it was normally just a sexy mess. But today, it was like it was the first time you had seen him. He wore a leather jacket and ripped jeans once again, and a simple black shirt underneath.

“Hi,” you whispered, breathless as you stood in front of him. Jaebum turned around, looking you up and down before raising an eye at the skirt you wore. You remember telling him you were going to wear jeans, but it was a last minute change because the jeans didn’t fit. You pursed your lips, as you adjusted the demin skirt, “Last minute change.”

“You look good,” Jaebum said, a corner of his lips lifting, as you handed you a helmet and got onto the bike. “Your hair looks nice like that.”

You froze behind him, as blush climbed over your cheeks. You had styled your hair today instead of letting it fall down normally.

“Thanks,” was all you could manage to say without stumbling over your words.

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The party was in full swing when Jaebum and you entered the mansion owned by Bambam. As if the house wasn’t impressive enough, the scene in front of you that belonged to a hollywood frat house party made you gawk in amazement.

You’ve never been to a party; especially one as big this.

Jaebum sighed at the scene in front you both, before closing his eyes in annoyance. He already looked annoyed and ready to get out, and you hadn’t even been here a proper minute.

“JB! My man!” Bambam walked over with yellow sunglasses and a sunset printed shirt that you had seen in billboards for expensive brands. “You made it!”

He hugged Jaebum, before turning around and giving you a tight squeeze. “Glad you could make it too, y/n. I was afraid JB wouldn’t bring you along.”

Jaebum jokingly glared at Bambam, who chuckled and put both his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, come on, let’s go meet the guys,” Bambam turned towards the party, just as lazer lights began bleaming over the crowd, shining through low hanging cloud of smoke. “They’ve dying to you see you again, JB.”

Bambam wasn’t overexaggerating. A group of five guys jumped up from their seat as soon as Jaebum came ten feet within the sofa set they had been sitting on. They all ran towards Jaebum, jumping onto him forming a huge group hug and then all guys greeted him over eachother.

“HYUNG!!!”

“Where have you been?!”

“Nice to have you back, bro.”

“Ohhhh, the mans back!”

“Sup’”

They all crowded around him, and you stood next to them unsure what to do. You nervously fiddled with the zipper of your jacket, as you chewed on your bottom lip. You felt like a kid at the supermarket, waiting as your mum chatted to a friend she had bumped into.

“Oh guys,” Bambam pulled their attention towards you both, as he put his arm around your shoulder, friendly. “This is y/n. She’s a friend of JB.”

You shyly, said hi, giving them a small give. They all replied kindly in different volumes and manner which you were starting to realise was their constant way of being.

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You were standing around a table of beer pong, where Yugyeom and Bambam were loosing miles behind Mark and Jackson.

Mark and Jackson had almost half of their cups still left, while Yugyeom and Bambam had two cups left before they lost.

Bambam took a shot and it went in, making the two boys cheer as if they had already won the game. They chest bumped, as they laughed and boo-ed Mark as he chugged the drink down.

“Those guys,” Jinyoung shook his head chuckling, as he scooted closer to you. You laughed slightly with him, nervously.

Jaebum hadn’t left your side even for minute. He always loomed over every conversation you had, checking the cup in your hand, and asking you if you were okay every few minutes. He stood facing the game as he took a sip from his cup.

He wasn’t drinking tonight, and you weren’t too, obviously.

“They always do this and it’s fun looking from the outside, but when you’re versing them,” he sighed, shaking his head. “You don’t who’s really loosing, because they act like that.

“Sometimes, the win isn’t even worth it cause you can’t even rub it in their faces as well as they rub getting one shot in.”

You laughed at that, and you could see what he was talking about as the pair of youngest made another shot. You felt bad for Mark and Jackson, who kept getting annoyed at them more.

“Have you ever played?” He asked, making you look at him. He was good looking; you couldn’t deny that. Actually, all of Jaebum’s friend’s were attractive and looked like they had walked out of a manga or tv show.

“No,” you replied, shyly. You felt like you weren’t contributing much to the conversation so you added, “I don’t drink. I’ve never even ever been to a party before.”

Jinyoung rose his eyebrows in surprise, before nodding shrugging.

“Why are you surprised?” You asked, was it really that rare for someone not to engage in these kind of activities.

“Well, it’s not you,” He sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. “You definitely look like a good girl. It’s just that you’re not the type that JB normally has hanging around him.

“Hell, JB never has a girl hanging around him for too long.” He shrugged, as if it was normal. But then looked over at JB, and a small grin grew on his lips, showing perfect teeth. “Well, ofcourse there are exceptions.”

You turned in Jaebum’s direction confused by what Jinyoung meant. But then you saw a girl wrap her arms around Jaebum’s neck pulling him close, as she hid her face into the nook of his neck.

You looked away, feeling as if you were intruding an intimate moment.

Your cheeks tinted red, in a feeling you could not place, as you tried to giving Jinyoung a small smile.

“YESSS!!! SUCK ON IT YOU LOSERS!!!” Jackson yelled in victory, jumping on Mark, as he stuck his tongue out to the other two boys laughing uncontrollably. It only seemed to make Jackson more annoyed as grabbed Youngjae, and asked him for affirmation of his victory.

Youngjae just laughed, unable to speak; and laughing harder as Jackson shook him aggressively.

“Okay, it’s time to break them up,” Jinyoung sighed from beside you, and began walking towards the table.

“Next game, Youngjae and I,” Jinyoung broke the boys up, before setting the table. “JB you wanna play?”

“JB play!” The others cheered, making JB sigh in defeat as he nodded his head. He turned towards you, lifting his eyebrows.

Did he want you to play with him? You’ve never played this before. You don’t even know if you’re good at this. This was a bad idea. But as always Jaebum gave you a look that told you to trust him.

You shoulders fell as you relaxed slightly, and a small smile came on to your lips.

“JB and Leena!” Yugyeom cheered, making the others join in. “Like the old times.”

Your lips parted in surprise upon hearing the words.

Your eyes grew, as you felt your cheeks grow hot. You tried not to let your smile fade, as Jaebum kept his eyes on you.

A feeling you didn’t want to understand tugged your heart, as you stood there trying to be okay.

It’s just a game.

You nodded at Jaebum, cheering him to join the table where the girl who had hugged him stood waiting for him.

You gulped, and felt stupid.

You hoped no one had noticed how you had gotten your hopes up. How your heart was racing that Jaebum had turned to you; how he wanted you. But that wasn’t the reality.

The reality was Jaebum at the table, with the long haired girl that fit into the picture with others. She was familiar with him; you could tell by the way the other boys treated her. How she was treating Jaebum, like he was the back of her hand, and knew every single thing about him.

There are exceptions.

She was Jaebum’s exception. Jaebum never let girls hand around him, even you knew that much.

Jaebum decided to fake date you to stop girls from hovering around him; that’s how much he disliked it. But there have been exceptions.

She was an exception. And you... well, you were the lesser of two evils for him.

Jaebum’s eyes met yours a few times during the game, and you tried to look happy and cheer him on. You tried not to notice how Leena was touching him, how comfortably her body leaned into his, how she hugged him. How they jumped and cheered and laughed. You tried not to notice it.

But, when you did, you tried not to show how it bothered you.

You liked him. You have liked Jaebum from the very first day.

And it only seems to get worse with every moment you spend with him.

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You stood in the kitchen with Jaebum beside you. He poured a glass of water for you, before getting a cola for himself.

“It has to look like a drink or the guys would make me one, and it’ll be the end of it all if Yugyeom mixed it.” Jaebum laughed slightly, as he handed you a cup.

“They’re nice,” you commented, looking at the boys jumping to the music and singing along. Jaebum nodded, leaning on the counter, next to you. His shoulders brushed yours, causing your tummy to flip.

“They call you JB,” you commented again, peering up at him. “They don’t call you Jaebum.”

Jaebum smirked down at you as his dark eyes gazed into yours.

Jaebum was different tonight. His eyes weren’t soft; the golden specks in them almost taken by darkness. His smiles weren’t light as they normally were; they seemed heavy and full with purpose.

This Jaebum terrified you.

“No one calls me Jaebum, y/n,” He said, as he leaned in closer, “They all call me JB.”

Your heart sped up, and you dug your nails into your palm to calm yourself.

You called him Jaebum.

“Except you,” Jaebum leaned down closer. His warm breath tickled your lips, making you tilt your head further to meet his gaze. You breath got caught in your throat, he leaned in closer, bringing his eyes to your level. “You call me whatever you want.”

“Jaebum,” you whispered trailing off unsure what to say.

You could feel yourself burn brighter with every passing second. You were sure your cheeks were glowing in the dark at this point. You gulped and looked away from his heated gaze.

Jaebum chuckled, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he straightened.

You looked at the cup in your hand in desperation, as you tried to calm your hammering heart. You didn’t know what was happening; all you knew was that your heart could no longer take this.

As if one cue, someone came running towards you both.

“Hey, care for a dance, m’lady?” Jinyoung bowed, humourfully. You turned to Jaebum who stared at Jinyoung unblinkingly. Leena appeared from behind Jinyoung, clinging onto Jaebum’s arm before whispering in his ear taking his attention away.

You cast your gaze away once more before giving Jinyoung a tight smile. You turned back to Jaebum and met his eyes. He shrugged nonchantly, and you looked back to Jinyoung and his outstretched hand.

You placed your hand in his, as you nodded.

You felt Jaebum’s gaze follow you as you made your way to the makeshift dance floor and you tried to ignored it. You refused to look back and see him standing there with her as she stood close to him and whispered something into his ear.

You stood infront of Jinyoung, almost in the middle of the floor, when you realised that while you had agreed, you actually had no idea how to dance.

“I don’t know how to dance, Jinyoung,” you told him, your eyes wide in panic. Jinyoung chuckled, shaking his head.

“I figured,” he said, before smiling at you kindly. “Give it a second.”

As if on cue, the music changed from the pumping techno into a soft song.

“Will you do me the honour?” Jinyoung opened his arms into position, making you laugh slightly. A few people moved away from the dancefloor, taking a break with the slow jam, but many others remained breaking into pairs.

“Did you do this?” You asked stepping closer to him. He placed one hand on your waist, bringing your hand to his shoulder, before holding the other with his hand.

He shrugged nonchantantly, failing to hold back a smile. “I figured you’d like this much better.”

He swayed you with music, and you let him lead you.

“How did you know I’d say yes?” You asked, lifting your gaze to meet his.

His eyes were dark, almost black. They were so dark that it pulled you in closer, challenging you to lose yourself in them.

“It was really a guess.” He replied, nervously. “If not, I would have been doing this alone.”

You laughed at that, leaning your head forward. It slightly brushed on his chest, and you straightened up instantly. Jinyoung noticed but didn’t say anything and just smiled knowingly.

You were thankful that you had disgarded your jacket already, because as the song neared to its end you could feel yourself begin to sweat. The song lulled to an end, and you moved away from Jinyoung.

“Thank you for the dance,” you said softly, as you tucked your hair behind your ear.

You walked to where Jaebum and Leena still remained. You felt your cheeks paint red as you noticed Jaebum’s gaze remain on you from the moment you turned away from Jinyoung and walked towards him.

Your eyes met his dark ones, and you instantly looked away. You tucked your hair once more, not sure what to do.

“How was the dance?” Leena giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at Jinyoung who just chuckled. You didn’t answer and just gave a small smile shyly.

You kept your eyes low, as you felt Jaebum’s eyes remain on you.

You felt your heart sink as he moved away from you, and moved closer towards Leena who got brighter.

“So, how do you know eachother?” Leena asked, looking at Jaebum and you.

“We’re just friends.” Jaebum replied curtly, making your heart sink further.

You were just friends. Friends who were pretending to date at school. But they didn’t need to know that.

You nodded, keeping your eyes low.

“Yeah, but how did you meet?” She asked, and you felt Jinyoung look at you both in interest.

We met because I was getting bullied and Jaebum decided to help me by fake dating me. We both agreed because I liked him.

“We’re in the same class,” Jaebum replied, coldly.

Same class. That was it though. Was that all we were to him?

This was the second person he had introduced you as.

Was that really all you were to him?

Did all those nights eating together, taking care of Tuesday. Watching Twilight and doing everything else... it all didn’t matter. You were just class mate friends?

Leena seemed content with that answer, but Jinyoug must’ve noticed your discomfort.

“Another dance?” he asked, lightly bumping his shoulder against yours. You looked up at him, in surpirse.

“The song...” You tralied off, it was back to the fast tracks. Jinyoung shrugged, pouting slightly as he blinked.

“We can dance however we want,” he took your hand. He smiled at you with such intensity that your cheeks flushed, “We make our own beat.”

You let Jinyoung drag you to the dancefloor. This time you looked back at Jaebum. He stared at you, his eyes widening as his lips parted slightly.

It looked like he was holding himself back, but for what, you didn’t know. He obiviously didn’t think much of you.

You casted your eyes away from him.

You shouldn’t expect anything more from a friend.

Jinyoung let go of you, as he turned to face you.

“Okay, follow my lead,” Jinyoung called over the music, has he held both your hands. “One. Two. Three, and jump! jump! jump!”

You giggled as you both began jumping to the beat of the music.

Jinyoung let go your hand, before making V’s with his hands and sliding them over his eyes. You copied him; doing all the cheesy moves he did making you laugh harder.

“See who said you couldn’t dance!” Jinyoung cheered as he pulled you out of the crowd. “You were a natural!”

You laughed, before shaking your head. “I just had a great teacher!”

You lightly pushed his shoulder, making him puff out his chest in as he nodded, making you giggle.

When you reached the kitchen, you couldn’t find Jaebum. And then you realised you couldn’t find Leena either. You tried not to think about it; you tried to ignore it.

But all the happy vibes you started evaporating from your body as you thought of Jaebum and her together.

“Oh, y/n!” Yugyeom smiled at you, before handing you a cup. “Jaebum went to the bathroom.”

You thanked him, before bringing the cup to your lips. You coughed at the bitter taste burning down your throat.

“What is this?” You gasped looking at Yugyeom.

“It’s my special mix,” he said a proud smile stretched on his face, slowly dissolving as he realising your condition. “Oh, I can make you another-”

“No. No, it’s okay,” You smiled at him, taking another sip. You tried to keep a smile on your face and hide the grimince and shiver of disgust running through you. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

You thought it’d be better to finish the drinking quickly so you gulped it all down in one go, making you frantically quivered as the horrid taste ran through your entire body.

“Yo, what the hell,” Mark said looking at you, in horror.

“I just had one of Yugyeom’s special drinks.” You told him, and instantly Mark’s face turned into one of sympathy.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “That thing is 99% five different hard liqours, and 1% cola.”

You laughed, before freezing, “Wait. Hard liqour?”

“Yup, the worst party drink maker in history,” Mark laughed. “Unless, you’re going through something; then he’s the best.”

With that he walked away, and you looked at the empty cup in your hand.

“Hey, Jinyoung,” you called, getting his attention. “You can’t get drunk from one cup right?”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t. Unless you’re a newbie then you might get buzzed,” He looked at you, chuckling, his laugh increasing as he continued; “or unless you had Yugyeom’s special drinks. One cup of that and even we get fucked sometimes.”

“What if,” you squinted, feeling dread wash over you. “You’ve never drank before and had a cup of his special drink?”

Jinyoung looked at you, his eyes studying you.

“Then you better have the alcohol tolerance of an alcoholic, or you’re absolutely fucked. Why?”

“Nothing,” you said, not wanting to worry him. You blinked fast, trying not to be suspicious “I think I’m going to sit.”

Jinyoung squinted at you, leaning in closer. When you didn’t budge, he leaned back and nodded. “I’ll join you.”

You had been sitting for fifteen minutes and it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t that bad at all. You didn’t feel anything, you felt normal; you felt good.

Except you needed to pee.

“Hey, where are the toilets?” You asked Jinyoung. You must’ve been louder than you thought because he covered the ear towards you before staring at you in shock.

“Cleanest one is probably upstairs in Bambam’s room. Third room, on the left side.”

You told him thanks and went off.

The whole room was swaying, and you tried to ignore it.

Maybe if you didn’t acknowledge it, it’d go away. But that wasn’t happening.

You held onto the railings of the stairs and heaved yourself upstairs. You counted the door, loudly, three times, and once you were sure you turned the knob.

It was locked.

You sighed as you left the urge to pee increase.

You instantly tried the next door and it magically opened. And luckily it was the bathroom.

You sighed loudly as you finally settled on the toilet seat and relieved yourself. You must’ve stayed there for longer than you thought because you heard someone knock loudly on the door.

“Sorry! Just a minute.” You called out, before getting dress and washing your hands.

You turned towards the door, opening it, and then you froze.

You must’ve opened the wrong door, because this didn’t lead to the hallway.

This door led to the bedroom.

A bedroom with a bed, where Leena was on top of Jaebum straddling him. Her hands holding his over his hands, and her lips on his.

Jaebum’s eyes snapped to yours, and he instantly pushed her off. You saw him sit up, before getting up towards you.

You closed the door, locking it.

“Fucking bitch!” The other person called from the other door, before they walked off.

“Sorry,” you whispered, as you heart stopped beating. You slid to the floor, as your whole body felt numb.

A tear fell from your eyes, and then another.

“Y/n,” Jaebum called out, as he knocked on the door.

You didn’t answer. You stayed like that; your tears silently falling down your cheeks. A sob threatened to escape, and you covered your mouth with your hand. You cried into your hands, you sobs drowning in tightly pressed palms and the loud bass of the house.

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You didn’t know how long you were in the bathroom, but you knew it was longer than you had thought.

You sighed as you caught your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks and eyes were red and puffy; there was no denying you had a full down meltdown at a party.

You stared into your eyes, and felt another wave of sobs coming. You pushed it back, as you smiled through the tears that fell.

Jaebum was kissing her. He was probably doing more than that with her.

There are exceptions.

She was his exception; she was the one he went back to. And you, you were a pity, a chairty.

He enjoyed his kiss with her; remembered all of them.

Jaebum can kiss another person so easily. Jaebum has kissed so many others as easily.

He had kissed you too.

But it was nothing like how he kissed her. He never told her it was a mistake, and to forget it. But he had told you.

Your kiss meant nothing. It was only you.

It was only you who always put more meaning into things. It was you who considered the kiss you shared with Jaebum more. The moments you shared with Jaebum; eating, Tuesday, cooking... It was all you.

This was a mistake. Maybe coming here was a mistake too. Maybe you were overstepping your boundaries.

You walked to sofa where Jaebum was sitting with the boys.

Jinyoung spotted you first, his face merging from one of happiness to concern.

“Y/n,” he gasped.

Jaebum snapped his head towards you. He sat on the edge of his sit. No cup in his hand, no Leena beside him anymore. His eyes widened. his lips slightly gasping before it grew into a tight smile.

Coming here was a mistake. He looked annoyed. He looked upset. You were only in his way of fun. You probably spolied his time with Leena too. And now you’re spoiling the remainder of his night with your post-meltdown face.

“Damn, that drink must have fucked you up,” Jinyoung chuckled, but his voice still filled with concern. “Are you okay? Did you vomit alot?”

You nodded, as you leaned down and grabbed your jacket. You wished the room would spinning now. You wished you could stand straighter. You wished you hadn’t seen Jaebum kissing another girl. You wished you didn’t love him.

“I think I’ll go home now,” you told the group, as you gave them a wave. You refused to look at Jaebum, even though you could feel his eyes remain on you, unmoving.

You turned and began walking away before they could say anything. You staggered to the side slightly, but luckily didn’t fall over. You kept walking, picking up speed, until you were running out of the house and onto the pavement of the street.

You turned the corner before you fell on your knees. You welcomed the sting of the pavement scraping your knees. You dug your palm into your eyes as you cried. Your throat hurt, your lungs burned and your heart clenched as you thought of Jaebum.

The world kept spinning; this time slower but it worse this way.

You cried as you thought of Jaebum. You cried for you heart. You cried because of how stupid and delusional you’ve been. You cried as the world around you faded into nothing, and it was just you, your aching heart, floating spinningly through the darkness.

“Hey,” you knew it was him. You didn’t look up, you kept sitting like that. Maybe he’ll go away if you pretended like he wasn’t there.

But that didn’t work at all the entire night, and once again, it failed to work.

Jaebum settled down infront of you. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel him in front you.

What was he doing here?

You didn’t want anymore of his pity.

“What are you doing here? Like this?” Jaebum asked softly.

I’m crying because you don’t love me. I’m crying because you’ll never love me. I’m crying because my heart is breaking into a million pieces and you don’t even know.

I’m crying because I love you.

“I’m waiting for my uber,” you told him, your voice thick with emotion and smushed by your hand.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Jaebum told you, making you frown harder, as more tears fells from your eyes.

“There’s no way I could drive the bike with you like this.”

Like this. Like what?

“You should go back to the party,” you told him, but you wanted him to stay.

He didn’t leave.

He didn’t leave, instead he moved closer to you and bought your head to his chest.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Jaebum whispered softly.

You cried harder, making your whole body shake. You felt Jaebum’s shirt soak with your tears, but you didn’t move away.

You stayed there.

And he stayed there, wrapping his arms around you.

He didn’t leave. He stayed there even when an uber didn’t come after an hour.

And then one showed up, and you both got in. You didn’t look at him for the rest of the night. You just kept crying.

But Jaebum couldn’t look away. He kept his eyes on you, unable to look away. He kept you close until you closed the door of your apartment. Your hair covering your face, your eyes low and tears falling down.

He stayed until the sun greeted the moon. He stayed until he heard your mother get ready to leave for work, and open the door. He stayed even when she looked into the apartment and told him you had just fell asleep.

Jaebum couldn’t move. He was stuck.

#chubby #jaebum #got7 #got7 angst #got7 fluff #jaebum fluff #jaebum angst #jaedaddy #im jaebum #angst #fluff #bullying #cute #Tuesday #hope y'all like it #I think this will end soon

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saltys-writings · 4 years ago

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Got7 as Cats

Repost because the old one didn’t show in the tags!

More parts~

JB:

black and white kitty of average size

big and friendly amber eyes

has a completely white tail with only the tip being black

which looks super funny when he’s in his favourite sleeping place up on your wardrobe and the only thing you see of him is his tail slowly swaying from one side to the other or twitching if he has an exciting dream

likes sitting on your grandparents’ old record player while it’s playing, slowly spinning on top of the record and watching the world around him pass by slowly

gets fed up with it and jumps up as the tone arm keeps moving closer to the middle, preventing him from comfortably sitting on the black record

also likes sprawling out on pianos or rubbing his face against the guitar standing around in your room

in general he seems very drawn to everything that has to do with music

sleeps little compared to other cats

usually he’ll just laze around with his eyes half open, watching you whenever he can

he loves watching you do whatever and sometimes he’ll get up and after stretching thoroughly and yawning, he’ll silently walk over to you to bump his head against your chin or nose

actually he doesn’t care much about other humans or animals, but with you he’s more welcoming

trusts you a big deal, and you’re really the only person who he likes being petted or brushed by

usually when other people try to touch him he’ll just get up and walk away to find a more calm and silent place

hates kids and dogs (=anything that’s loud) a lot and will hide away where not even you can find him if there’s either of the two around

very behaved and doesn’t bite or scratch

doesn’t play much either, he’s really just more of a cat that will roam around in your place and give it that feel of “here lives a cat”

but if you want excitement out of your relationship with your cat he isn’t the one for you

Mark:

white and light brown kitty

super friendly

also super sleepy

will direct 110% of his attention to you for the 2 hours he’s awake each day

remembers pretty quickly when you get home each day and his inner clock wakes him up just before you do

so when you turn the key in the doorlock he’ll come running immediately, meowing loudly to greet you

he’ll follow you around for a while and walk right in front and in between your feet

and if you don’t pet him he’ll get REALLY whiny and will spread out on your stuff as soon as you’re trying to do literally anything

likes offering you his soft white belly to pet and will usually let you touch it without problems

eats nothing but chicken (and bread)

whenever you have bread on the table, on a counter, or in any other place in your house he can reach, he will sit down next to it and start licking it until it has this really soaked spot full of cat saliva

but even when he does this you can’t really get mad at him because he’ll just turn around and look at you with his big friendly green eyes and start purring

tends to react very strongly to being petted on his back and especially on his lower back where the tail starts

always pushes his whole body into your hand when you touch him there and the tip of his tail will bend forwards to signal that he loves this and please keep petting right there

very sociable around humans, but also likes hanging out with other animals

in general he’s very curious about everything and will watch other cats, dogs, birds, small animals like hamsters or bunnies, and even horses with great interest

really just gets along well with literally anyone and everyone - no matter if human or animal - loves him

Jackson:

tabby with a striped pattern

even as a cat he is lowkey ripped has a strong build

only fights other cats as a form of play though

usually when he gets seriously pissed he’ll just hiss and arch his back and then backwards tiptoe the shit out of there

loves to be carried around on your shoulders

he’ll really get cranky if you don’t let him up there for a while

also loves sitting there while you do stuff like cooking, studying, watching TV, etc.

never interferes with your activities though and just watches with great interest

loves playing with anything but his toys

especially strings and other long and dangly objects of any kind are dangerous with him

he WILL try to catch and kill that thing, even if it is already very much dead

give him a piece of yarn and he’ll be occupied for

...about 5 minutes - who am I kidding?

has to be played with actively or he’ll get bored and start taking your home apart

so you better tire him out everyday before you go to sleep or you won’t recognize your place when you wake up the next morning

whenever he uses his litter box, chances are you’ll find litter up to five meters away from the box

that doesn’t mean he isn’t clean, he’s just... not very fast with cleaning himself

so instead of making sure all the litter gets off his fur right where his box is, he’ll shake it off over time while walking elsewhere

don’t let him out or he’ll break into other people’s homes and try to steal their food

he once got himself locked in a basement for a whole night and only got back out because his meows were so loud that they woke up the neighbours

a family also once returned him to you, with their two daughters crying because they totally wanted to keep the kitty

in the end you had to promise them to let them come visit him once every two weeks

the upside is that they always bring along catfood and you have to spend a little less money on that

Jinyoung:

ginger cat

has a scar on his nose that another cat rightfully gave him when he was growing up

is - in short - a real jerk of a cat

also MOOD SWINGS

will be the cuddliest uwu bundle of fur ever one second, and then the most furious monster you ever saw the next

HATES other cats

really, he despises them

will usually sit next to them, appearing calm and just watching them, and then out of the blue punch them square in the face

you think he’s still salty that he got that scar on his nose years ago

the type to pee into your shoes for no reason

or throw up in the microwave if you forget to close it

really, whenever you take something out of the microwave or put something in you need to do so fast, because by the time you’re done chances are he’s already standing next to you, glaring up at the microwave with all the hate in his eyes he can muster

keeps staring when you turn it on and will get ready to jump as soon as it gives the signal that it’s done

usually he’ll just jump for it when you open it, so you have to keep him from reaching it by blocking the way with your arm (which he will of course hold onto with his claws)

loses interest when it’s closed and it becomes apparent you’re not using it anymore anytime soon

what does he have against the microwave anyway...?

likes sunbaths a lot

surprisingly also likes water - it hasn’t been just one or two times you had to throw him out of the bathtub when you were getting ready to take a nice relaxing bath after a tough day at work or school

doesn’t like being touched much, but if you’ve lived with him for long enough he will permit you to give his back two or three quick strokes once a day

also likes going out to hunt and will usually bring a small mouse or a tiny gecko back home and offer it to you as a sign of his acceptance of your existence

Youngjae:

long haired kitty with chubby cheeks

giant paws that look like he could seriously hurt you with them, but in reality they’re just really soft

will use his claws for playing excessively though

likes lazing around and playing on the floor the most

usually very careful not to hurt you, but he can get a little too into playing and end up scratching you if you don’t pay attention

likes being scratched behind his ears and under his chin a lot but won’t hesitate to bite if you even think about getting near his fluffy belly

tends to have a lot of mats there though, and those can get quite uncomfy for him, which will in turn irritate him and when he’s in a bad mood he’ll bite you if you’re just standing next to him

so you’ll have to let him bite you one way or the other aksjflksa

you don’t realize just how huge his mouth is until he’s all comfy in a sunny spot at your place and lets out a big yawn, showing off his teeth and pink kitty tongue

sleeps literally anywhere

sprawls out on the floor in the most inconvenient place ever and won’t move for a solid five hours so you have to step over him all the time, because he will definitely not wake up from this nap anytime soon

your bed is a very beloved sleeping place of his as well, especially your pillow, because it smells so nicely like you uwu

he’s usually awake and roaming your place during the night, but will sneak into your bedroom and curl up next to your pillow when it’s almost time for you to get up

will never loudly beg for food ever

instead he’ll just stare up at you and follow you around, bumping into your legs over and over again until you feed him

not picky about food, but loves fish a lot

please don’t give him catnip unless you want a hyperactive hairy high and snappy cat scattering the catnip all over your place kasfjlkas

BamBam:

thin, elegant cat with veryveryvery short, light-colored fur and amber eyes

you put a collar with a golden nametag on him after you got him

you thought he’d hate it and try to get rid of it like most other cats, but turns out he loves it

loves being looked at and will puff out his chest on purpose when people are watching him

kinda gets along with other cats, though they will usually avoid him mostly and he won’t make much of an effort to approach them either

it’s all about coexistence in apathy lol

only eats gourmet food (might be because you never really tried feeding him... you know... normal cat food...)

doesn’t go out much, but time and time again he likes venturing outside to take a short walk through your garden

but will return back inside soon because the many toys and the huge cat tree you bought him are more interesting to him

plus they’re familiar so he can really relax there

likes being petted especially on his head and loves scratches behind his big ears

likes sitting in inconvenient places - like on the box the mailman only just brought and you took your eyes off of for a second to lock the door, or the pack of take-out sushi you just bought, or your new shoes that you wanted to wear to tonight’s party

at least he can’t get hair on any of it

speaking of sushi, he loves watching you eat that and then look at you with half closed eyes, putting a paw on your arm to signal that he wants to try some

will start kneading your arm and purring loudly if you don’t give him any

tried smelling the pickled ginger that comes with it once and almost threw up on the floor as a reaction

but he’s also still Bambam, so sometimes, in the middle of the night when you’re still up you will find him lying in a corner of the living room in an impossible position with his body twisted in ways you didn’t know a cat could move, and derping at you with his tongue hanging out of his mouth sideways and one of his eyes being half open while he snores loudly yes he sleeps like this

Yugyeom:

grey little kitty that looks big because of his relatively long fur

blue eyes since birth that everyone loves him for

they also help him fool people into thinking he’s a cat you’d totally wanna own

honestly though, if you don’t have a bunch of extra time on your hands you really don’t want to own him

needs so much attention

acts like he’s dying every time you have to leave home and you can hear his cries even after closing the door behind you

is also overjoyed and will start climbing your legs to make sure you’re never leaving again after you come back (even if you were just away for like a minute to get the mail)

you really need to train him a lot to be able to stay away for a longer amount of time

whenever you’re home you always have this feeling in your gut that you’re being watched

turn around and chances are you’ll find him sitting on some surface across the room, watching you intently

comes running up to you for pets and cuddles at least ten times a day

the upside of this is that he will never ever feel overstimulated and lash out at you for petting him too much

the downside is that you can barely do stuff because chances are if he isn’t watching you, he’ll be in the way, sprawling all over your things and your arms and then still expect you to be able to pet him

you can often come to an agreement though, having him doze off in your lap and petting him with one hand, so you can at least use the other hand to do things

if you take your second hand away for a while he’ll gently put his paw on it to signal that you should keep petting him

loud

so damn loud

will meow and whine and cry all day every day if he isn’t getting enough attention

also has a crippling fear of the vet

whenever you have to take him there you need to hold him the whole time, or he’d just nyoom out of there and hide somewhere narrow where neither you nor the vet nor his assistance nor any other human being can reach him

sometimes in the middle of the night he will meow in front of your bedroom door because he wants cuddles right now

better let him in or he’ll start scratching your door and you’ll have marks all over it by morning

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lovethesoftkpopbabies · 8 years ago

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Congratz on your new blog! Finally someone else in the kpop fandom likes chubby things! I saw on your list that you like BAP soooooo... is there any way I could request BAP reacting to their s/o noticing they've gotten a bit softer and cuddling/playing with their new chub?

Awww, thank you Anon! Thank you for being my first ask! ^^ Sure thing, I love B.A.P. and that actually sounds hella adorable oh my gosh. >w

Also note: Yongguk’s is also shorter, but I felt his was appropriate and didn’t need as much added on. ^^

Anywho, I hope this is okay~!

B.A.P Reacting to their S/O noticing they’ve gained weight and cuddling/playing with their new chub:

Yongguk:

"…Jagiya, what are you doing down there..?“ His voice was soft and curious, ending with a light chuckle as he tilted his head down to look at you.

"Nothing.. I see you’ve been eating well.” You mused, a knowing smirk on your own lips- You two had been cuddling on the couch, and you couldn’t help as you had been poking and patting you’re boyfriend’s now softer, more prominent tummy out of curiosity. Considering how lanky he had always seemed since the two of you had been together, this was an interesting (though certainly not unwelcome- development.) You witnessed a heated blush dust your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“Um.. y-yeah.. American food was very good.” He said simply, quietly, grin growing brighter despite his reddening expression.

“I’m glad, I was worried about you taking care of yourself being so far away.. you look very healthy, Gukkie..” he looked at you, probably studying to tell if you were joking or serious. Regardless of that, you cuddled closer to him to which he readily complied, pulling you closer into his arms. You nuzzled closer to him, giving his softer frame a squeeze. “Plus you’re even better to cuddle now..” This was certainly the truth; he felt warmer and softer in your returned embrace, all the more to cuddle close to and reside within his arms.

He said nothing more, but he chuckled before he turned his face into your hair, feeling his grin grow even wider before he pressed his lips to your soft locks. “I’m glad you think so.. maybe I’ll keep it for you.”

Himchan:

“Y/N-ah.. stop playing with my fat, I already know I need to lose weight.” You two had been on a flight in a jet home together, alone where you had leaned close into his seat, holding a glass of champagne as you had found yourself cuddling him, subconsciously rubbing his rounder belly with your free hand in the process. He had gently pushed you away, turning away now, looking hurt to face the window.

“Chanie… I wasn’t doing that to remind you to lose weight. I was doing it because I like to- I like it when you’re soft..” you said just as gently, still in your seat beside him. He gave an unconvinced look and sighs. “You’re saying you like me when I look like a pig?”

“You don’t look like a pig. You look handsome, just like you’ve always looked.” You said in a serious tone, taking his face in hand and turning him to look at you, a gentle hand cupping his chubbier cheek. “Please don’t be this way. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I think.. I think you look lovely, I’m not worrying anymore about you not eating and over-exerting yourself. Aren’t I allowed to love you regardless of your size?” you argued, before reaching down once more and patting his belly again. “Besides, I like this. I really do like you like this.” He gave you an unsure look for a few moments, before he nodded slowly, trying to hide a smile.

“You’re so kind Jagiya, that’s why I love you so.”

“That’s better.” You smiled brightly in return getting close once more and raising your glass again, holding it up to toast.”Now, let’s toast.. to my Himchan, for being a handsome man regardless of his size.”

He smiled brightly and held his up in return- “To my Jagiya and her beautiful heart, for loving me without restriction.”

Daehyun:

“Jagiya, what are you doing? That feels good..” your boyfriend smiled at you as the two of you had been out at lunch together for a little while now. You curiously had been squeezing and rubbing his tummy experimentally, not used to the soft, squishy abdomen your boyfriend was now sporting. Even if it was now a little more taut than usual from the meal.

“Careful, the other members will say that your eating is catching up with you..” you teased with a wide grin, leaning over to place a kiss on his nose.

“So what? I like to eat, and I don’t see a problem with it.. I enjoy eating with you too much to worry too harshly.” he said before his face fell slightly. “Unless.. do you not like it? I can always start working out more again if you don’t.. If you liked my body better before I wish you would have said something..” his face seemed to be forming into a worried expression now, which you immediately tried to ease.

“No, that’s not it, not at all! I actually do like it, I really like it- I promise. I like seeing you happy and eating well, Dae.” you assured him, taking his free hand that wasn’t holding his chopsticks and giving it a reassuring squeeze. His face soon lost its worry and his relaxed smile was present once more.

“You… really like it?” he seemed almost confused for a small moment before his look changed from worried to mischievous. “Don’t sound too excited Jagiya. I may just have to eat more if you like it that much…” he teased, holding a piece of food out in front of you with his chopsticks accusingly before quickly popping it into his mouth with an amused expression.

Youngjae:

“Y/N. Don’t.” was all he said, pulling out of your grasp. You stared at your boyfriend lost; all you had done was walked up behind him and given him a hug around his waist, squeezing his tummy. You had noticed as you two had gone out to eat more often, he had started to soften, but of course you didn’t mind this.

“Jae, what’s wrong?” you asked, voice thick with concern. He said nothing, but he did toss his phone towards you, flopping onto the bed before it could touch you. You glanced down at the phone, open was a photo the two of you had taken the other day, then you noticed the comments below it.

“Oppa you look so big lately… what have you been eating?”

“Youngjae should get under control before Y/N leaves him.”

You stared at the phone in shock, face twisting at the pure ridiculousness of such callous words.

“Jae.. please don’t take those comments seriously.. I love you just as you are, I like soft men.” you said to him, straight and earnestly. He still didn’t look convinced, searching your face for any doubt or joking. You paused for a moment, before adding- “Besides, don’t you think if I didn’t like it I would’ve told you?”

You didn’t give the boy a chance to answer- as you were too busy letting your hands duck down, and your fingers tickle his plush, newly soft sides. Youngjae couldn’t help but fall backwards onto the shared bed, laughing heartily and trying to pin your hands down to save himself from such a fest. Once he had finally caught your hands, pinning them to each side of him as you loomed over him, both breathing heavily and still giggling with gasps of air, he finally smiled and leaned up to kiss your nose.

“I- I’m still not sure how to feel about it. But if you really like it.. and if you’re here to make me feel this nice all the time despite those comments.. I think I could get used to it. Promise me you’ll always be here to cheer me up?”

Jongup:

You had tried for a while to hide the fact that you really liked how your boyfriend Jongup was looking nowadays. His body was getting softer, rounder, and honestly you were doing everything you could to keep your hands off of it, just so you wouldn’t embarrass him or make him feel weird in any way. He hadn’t really outwardly acknowledged this change in his appearance, so you assumed he didn’t want it brought up. That doesn’t mean however, you didn’t get to touch at all.

You had found ways to sneak a few touches and grasps here and there; wrapping your hands around his waist when you passed him, snuggling up and spooning him in bed after he was asleep. This had been one of those times, where you had assumed he had drifted off by now, so you decided to go in and wrap an arm over his torso, resting it gently on his belly, fingers grazing the fabric of the shirt he was wearing ever so slightly. You had expected him perhaps to shift a little in his sleep, or make a soft noise. What you didn’t expect, was to hear right amidst the silence and darkness of the bedroom-

“Y/N, how come you only hold me like this when I’m asleep?”

You froze, wondering and hoping to the heavens he was simply just talking in his sleep.. and that it just happened to be very accurate to what was happening. However, the light was switched on and your boyfriend now sat up in bed, propped up on his arms staring at you, clearly waiting for an answer.

“I.. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable..” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Why? Because I’ve gained weight? I thought at first it might make you uncomfortable too.. until I felt how much more you touched me after it had happened. Why is that? Do you like it?” he asked teasingly, leaning an arm forward and resting his head on his fingers with a knowing smirk.

He let out a chuckle when your response was a roll of your eyes and tossed pillow in his face.

Zelo:

The two of you had been spending a lazy day together, sitting on the floor as you had been flipping through a scrapbook. The book had been given to Zelo as a gift from you, including all of the photos of you two, him and his hyungs over the years the two of you had been together. You currently sat as he had resided behind you, longer legs wrapped around yours as your head and back lay comfortable in the space of his softer chest, his head resting on top of your own. Your hand traversed up his side and gave his plush side a squeeze, him initially pulling back a little.

“Are you alright?” you asked him, worried you had pinched him or hurt him somehow.

“Look at me, Y/N. That photo there- I should still look like that.. everyone sees it. I’ve gotten fat.. why haven’t you left me yet?” his voice sounded suddenly hurt, and you were confused he could even ask such a thing to you over something so small. Immediately, you turned to face him.

“No. Zelo, you look at me.” You took his face into your hands, squishing his cheeks slightly. “Believe me when I say, you look fine. Sure, you may have a six pack anymore but do you really think I’ve been here this whole time with you because of that? I love you for you, not for abs or fame or whatever else. I think you look just as fine now as you did then.”

“.. Are you sure? Please be honest with me, Jagi. Do you really not mind it?” he asked, giving his body a wary glance before meeting your eyes again, eyes wide and vulnerable, almost like a puppy who knew it was going to be in trouble after doing something wrong.

“It’s more than alright with me, it’s cute. I think you’re really cute, as if you weren’t cute enough already before.” you teased, nudging him playfully. Your precious maknae of a boyfriend couldn’t help but smile after that.

“Well.. if you really think it’s cute.. then maybe I can make use of it.” his voice perked up significantly, leaning his head to one side and feigning an innocent looking expression, though his smile revealed it was anything but pure. Perhaps you had made a mistake giving him the power of knowing just how much you enjoyed his new look.

#bap #himchan #zelo #jongup #yongguk #chubby kpop #kpop #weight gain #chubby kink #kpop reaction #imagines #kpop imagines #youngjae #daehyun

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cloverfics · 5 years ago

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preference ; mark tuan

warnings chubby!reader, got7 all have children, reader has a child, reader is a bit insecure about their weight, mark has a crush, mark being a great father figure, fluff, bad date, and intense flirting at the end

genre fluff, suggestive, bfs2ls

word count 1.5k

inspiration N/A

synopsis in which mark admits his attraction to you

you released a heavy sigh, your best friends all overflowing on your couch. "i've babysat all of your children. can't you all do this one favor for me? the only one who has babysat melanie is jinyoung"

jinyoung nodded according to your statement. five of them chorused in groans and whines. "we all have plans tonight. spare us?" jackson pleaded, gripping youngjae's hand.

you glared at him, "well i have plans too and it's more important than regular, old partying. now," you pulled out your secret weapon. signaling your daughter to come over from your loveseat.

melanie giddily stood by your side and the guys visibly cringed. they didn't want to upset melanie and that's exactly why she's your secret weapon.

you tapped her full head of curls and pointed at the group in front of you both. smirking as they quivered and held onto each other for dear life. "pick who you want to babysit you bub"

melanie narrowed her eyes and tapped her chin. inquisitively eyeing her contestants, filling them with fright. her feet eventually moved towards east.

yugyeom pretended to pass out and the group collectively broke in laughter. but he wasn't even her pick. melanie stopped at mark's knees who clearly didn't even know what was going on.

he placed his phone to the side and picked up the child, placing her on his lap.

"mark, do you even know what's going on?" jackson stared at him in disbelief. mark pulled out his headphones, "huh?"

"looks like you have to babysit mel for the night, mark" you said. snickering when the other six let out sighs of relief.

"oh. okay" mark shrugged, smiling down at melanie.

"why did we have this whole dramatic scene if mark was willing to do it in the first place?" bambam exclaimed in shock.

you shrugged, "you're all free to leave"

"so, i have to babysit because you're going on a date?" mark questioned from your left, watching you struggle to keep up your towel and hold a dress at the same time.

"exactly" you said, handing the dress you had chosen to mark while you fixed your towel and grabbed the heels from by your closet door.

mark held the dress by it's metal hanger and glanced into the dress section of your closet. spotting a dress that would look even more impressive on your frame. "i think that wine dress looks better" mark commented.

you looked at the dress he was referencing to and nodded. "i agree but it's a bit tighter on me. wouldn't want to turn him away with my chub" you laughed. but mark furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"you're going to catfish him?" his eyes followed you as you walked over to dresser to fish out some fitting intimates.

"i wouldn't call it— anyway, it's probably not going to work out anyway so who cares" you shrugged.

mark nodded. "but if that's the case just wear the dress"

you sighed and spared your persistent friend a glance to know that he had won. "fine"

"i'm ready!" mark heard while sliding another glove onto melanie's arm. he stood up and grabbed her hand. "mommy's ready"

"do i look like a princess uncle mark?" melanie questioned while they turned the corner from her room and into the main hallway.

"you look like a true princess, mel—" mark was saying until he saw you at the end of the hallway. he felt his heartbeat pick up and his palms get sweaty.

"ooooo! look at my little princess" you cooed at your daughter who raced to your side.

mark was at a loss for words. that dress fit you in all the right places. "so do you, ___" mark blurted whatever was on his mind. and that was that you belonged in somebody's fairytale obviously.

you inhaled sharply and felt heat take over your cheeks. "thank you mark"

you grabbed melanie's hand and mark hurried to fall suit behind the two you. "how's junior?" you exited that detour of being flustered. remembering that mark is one of your best friend's, not your date tonight.

"a pain in my— ahhhh—" mark realized who was also in the hallway with him.

melanie snorted, "you can curse, uncle mark. mommy does it all the time" she nonchalantly snitched on you, her mother.

mark looked at you in surprise. you all entered your kitchen and you turned around with an awkward smile.

"uhhh— force of habit?"

"right" mark chuckled. "i'll make melanie some dinner"

"thank you" you sighed and sat at the island with your daughter.

"you're not leaving right now?"

you shook your head, "the date is at seven. it's only six—thirty, i don't want to be too early"

mark shook his head. "does it really matter?"

"time is everything, mark. but i'll leave right now i guess" you gathered your necessities and slid from the stool.

you placed a loving kiss to the crown of melanie's head. "i'll be back in a couple hours, lovebug. behave for uncle mark, okay?"

"of course, mommy" she smiled.

mark closed the oven which held dinosaur nuggets inside and followed you to the front door. he pulled you into a tight hug.

"have fun, okay? if this guy makes you feel bad i'll beat him up" he quipped playfully. you giggled but nodded your head nonetheless.

mark pulled away but held your shoulders protectively. "and if there's any trouble, call me"

"i promise, mark"

mark stared at the bourbon in his glass. having done everything he was required to do tonight. the last task was taken care of a whopping ten minutes ago. melanie was passed out in her tiana dress but she insisted to keep it on and mark wasn't arguing with someone else's child so he just let her sleep in it.

he grabbed the glass and took another sip. his mind unwinding a little bit more. but that soon vanished when he heard the front door open. the sound of heels and keys letting him know that it was just you.

you strolled into the kitchen with a stoic look on your face.

"oh, hey— was it not good?" mark began to greet you but then he saw your facial expression and frowned.

you huffed and sat on the stool closest to him on the right. eyeing his glass. "sucked ass".

mark sighed, "elaborate"

"at first, it was fine. but then when i actually started to flirt he said he wasn't into big women" you reached out for his glass and mark just let you have it with no hassle.

you downed what was left and placed it back on the island. "story of my fucking life".

mark took the glass and refilled it. "you went on a date with a boy," he gulped half of it. sliding the rest to you.

"a man would be able to appreciate a woman of your size" you began to chug what was left but choked when hearing the end of his sentence.

you stared at your friend with narrowed eyes. studying his words over and over again.

"what?" mark inquired.

"or maybe he just draws the line at fat" you replied.

mark shook his head. "you're not fat, this is not fat" mark puts a hand on your stomach.

you looked down at his hand then back up at him. placing the glass in front of you. "then what is it?" you tested.

"love" he answered.

on cue, you became a flustered mess and threw your head back in laughter. "you're so Goddamn cheesy"

mark gripped your love through your dress gently, "seriously, ___, there's people who really love what you have to offer"

you snorted. "and they probably just have a fat fetish" you grumbled.

mark hummed and removed his hand from you, "or it's a preference for their girl to have a bit of meat on their bones"

"let me ask, are you one of them?" you tilted your head. confused a bit to why mark was capping hard for your size.

"would it bother you if i was?" mark fired back boldly.

you bit your lip and glossed your eyes over him. meeting his eyes after, "hmm, i don't know"

"why?" mark did the exact same thing.

"because, and i might be taking this the wrong way, but i'm catching a vibe that you just prefer me" you mumbled. scared if he was going to flat out reject you right now.

but to your surprise, "you're taking it the right way then" mark said.

"are we flirting right now?" you thought out loud.

"is it working?" mark raised his eyebrows.

"very much" you licked your lips and straightened your posture.

"then yes, yes we are"

"would you like to stay the night?" you suggested.

"if it means i can show you how much i adore your 'love' and everything after then yes" that was it, that was the final straw. you slid from the stool and held out your hand for mark to take.

"you're in luck, tuan"

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jeontaeh · 4 years ago

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〚TWENTY FOUR〛

Jungkook was buzzed.

He felt drunk; not that he knows what being drunk feels like, because frankly, he's a bit of a loser. But still. He felt drunk.

He walked with a little bounce in his step back to the barbeque area. Saw Jimin rush up to him. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's great," Jungkook said, a smile on his face, staring into the distance. "Everything's fucking amazing." "Um. Okay. I don't want to know why Youngjae looks so freaked out- anyways; Yugyeom's looking for you." Jimin called out, and Jungkook walked away, feeling just a little floaty, a little lost like he could start dancing like he was on clouds. Fucking clouds.

"Jungkook? Youngjae, is he high?" Jimin asked the boy, who shook his head.

"No. You're high. I didn't see anything. Shut up Jimin." Youngjae stammered and then ran off. Jimin rose his eyebrow in confusion.

"Hey!" Yugyeom called, running over to Jimin. "Is Jungkook alright?"

"Yeah he's- um- swinging around that lamppost," Jimin said, pointing at Jungkook who was swinging around a lamppost.

"Damn, did he get some of that alcohol that's going around?" Yugyeom snickered, and Jimin shrugged. "And where's V?"

"I don't know..." Jimin trailed, and then looked away, wondering if Taehyung disappearing and Jungkook looking so happy had some sort of correlation. Yugyeom rushed up to Jungkook, who was stood gripping the lamppost, looking into the distance with a small smile on his face. "Hey man... you good?"

"Great," Jungkook said, and Yugyeom hummed, and then scratched the back of his neck, a nervous instinct. "Where'd you go?"

"Oh... y'know.... nowhere," Jungkook said, smiling to himself.

"Right," Yugyeom said after that dumb response. He snickered awkwardly. "That was weird, huh? What V did back there-"

"V?" Jungkook said, suddenly snapping his attention to Yugyeom. "Is he here? Where is he? I-I thought he left- he- he's here?" Jungkook asked with big eyes, and Yugyeom's breath hitched.

"Yeah. Um- you know what! You go find V. I'm gonna go hang out with my friends." Yugyeom mumbled, turning around and walking away, hands in his pockets.

Jimin walked up to Jungkook and grabbed his arm roughly. "What is wrong with you?" "Huh?"

"Yugyeom's a perfectly good guy who seems to be into you- and you're brushing him off for that dickhole that took advantage of you?? Get over it, Jungkook! I'm really sorry, but it's never going to-"

"Jimin," Jungkook said, and then grabbed Jimin by his shoulders. "V kissed him."

Jimin paused. "He what."

"He kissed-"

"What?! When?"

"When we ran off! I started yelling at him, but then he-" Jungkook started, and then leaned against the pillar, biting his bottom lip while looking away shyly. "Pushed me against a wall and just started kissing me and- oh- it's so romantic," Jungkook squeaked, hands against his face. Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, Cinderella. What did he do after he kissed you?" Jimin asked.

"Youngjae saw us so V ran off. If he didn't- I'd be under him right now." Jungkook said, pointing his finger up righteously.

"Ew," Jimin shuddered and then sighed. "Look, Kookie. I love you, I really do. You're like a little sister to me. But do you really want to restart that cycle with V? Haven't you been happy with Yugyeom? That guy's nice! And- and he doesn't bully people, and isn't homophobic, and isn't, like, an asshole, and-"

"Look, Park. Something is clearly up if he kissed me. My stupid plan of making him jealous worked! He's clearly not over me." Jungkook said, and Jimin sighed.

"I'm gonna be honest, Kook. You sound really annoying right now."

"You sound really annoying right now!" Jungkook snapped.

"He was an asshole to you! Just let him go! He's doesn't deserve you. I don't want to see you go through all that again-"

"I won't, Jiminie. I felt it when he kissed me. That- that longing. That hunger. He's wanted me from the start, he just doesn't know it." Jungkook said, voice going soft.

"He doesn't know it because he's a homophobic asshole who-"

"Shut it, Jimin. You don't know him." Jungkook said, and then turned. "I know what I'm doing," Jungkook mumbled. "Tomorrow we'll talk things out, and everything will go back to how it was. Or maybe better than how it was," Jungkook said softly, butterflies in his tummy.

///

"Mommy mommy look!" A loud squeal emerged, and the sounds of heels clicking against the marble floorboards increased. "I got an invitation to Michi's birthday party!"

The young woman walked into the room, ponytail high, a flowy dress on her as she saw the 6-year-old boy standing by his bed with tufts of his brown hair.

"TaeTae got an invitation to a birthday party?" Seoyeon, Taehyung's mother, said warmly with a smile, wrapping her arms around her son and picking him up.

"Yes, Mumma. Look- he gave it to me in school." Taehyung squeaked, and Seoyeon gave him a feathery kiss on the forehead, fondly staring at her son.

"Who is he? Is he the boy with the curly hair?"

"No no. He just moved here from Japan! He's very nice." Taehyung said giddily, his big eyes glimmering in the sunlight, rosy cheeks chubby.

"I'm glad to see you making friends, honeybear," Seoyeon whispered, placing him onto the bed, where he began jumping, hair moving back and forth.

"Yes. I really like him, Mumma! He's very nice and- and very pretty." Taehyung said, holding the invitation tightly in his hands.

Seoyeon chuckled, picking up strewn toys and putting them in their place. "Really?"

"He shares his lunch with me too! Mommy- remember that movie we watched where the boy gave the pretty girl a flower?" Taehyung said excitedly, looking at his mother brightly. "Miss Tai helped me pick out a rose and I gave it to Michi!"

Seoyeon turned to look at Taehyung, to ensure he hadn't fallen off the bed, and to talk to him clearly. "Oh. And miss Tai allowed that?"

"Yes! She said it was fine for boys to give other boys flowers and other things. And then Michi told me his mommy always kisses his daddy on the cheek at night, so he gave me one too!" Taehyung giggled, pointing at his cheek. "Right here, mommy! Look!"

Seoyeon's smile faded. She looked down, a little hesitant, a little worried. Looked back at Taehyung. "Taehyungie," Seoyeon said, sitting down on the bed. Taehyung jumped onto her lap. She took the invitation out of his hand, holding him tightly. "Promise me you'll never do something like that again?"

"Like what, mommy?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head.

"Look little one, this-this could be confusing... but boys don't like boys. Boys like girls," She said in a soft voice. "You... you must like girls, okay? I don't want you giving Michi flowers and- and I definitely don't want him kissing your cheek."

Taehyung looked confused, upset, a lot to take into his little mind. "But... why mommy? You said I should love everyone." Taehyung squeaked.

"I know- and- and you should, darling. But... there's a different kind of love. You won't understand. Just- promise me you won't do something like this again?"

Taehyung looked hesitant, so Seoyeon kissed his forehead. "Hey, listen to me," She whispered. "You're small. I just- I-I just want to protect you. Daddy will get very angry with you if you do, okay?"

Little Taehyung's eyes grew big at that, and he shook his head, hugging his mother tightly. "Daddy's scary!"

"I know... he's mean and scary. You don't want him being a meanie, do you?"

"N-no, mommy."

"See! My good little boy. Now go play outside for a little," Seoyeon whispered, and Taehyung nodded. He jumped down her lap and ran out of the room, squealing in excitement, a little confused, but knowing his mother's word was more important than anyone else's.

///

"Did you hear?"

"I know! It's so crazy! Didn't expect it from V, if I'm honest."

"Right? All the girls must be really upset!"

"I think it's just a phase, to be honest. It's not going to last."

Jungkook's eyes were widened as he walked down the hallways, every word blurring into an alarm in his head. What was going on? It sounded an awful lot like.... something that Jungkook thought Taehyung would never do. He rushed into the cafeteria, saw his friends sitting in the middle as they usually did.

"What's going on?" Jungkook asked frantically and saw Jimin snap his head towards him in an instant.

"Nothing. Nothing happened Kook, let's just go-" Jimin said, and Yoongi pulled him down, and then looked at Jungkook with a smirk.

"It's about V," Yoongi said, and Jungkook sat down beside Jimin.

"What about him?" Jungkook asked, feeling a weird nervousness in his stomach.

"He finally decided to come out-" Namjoon started, and Jungkook's eyes widened.

"What?!" Jungkook let out rather loudly, and Jin glared at him. "Let the boy finish, damn."

"He finally decided to come out of his little 'fuckboy' phase." Namjoon finished, and Jungkook tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"What?" Jungkook asked softer, and Jimin put his hand on his back securely.

Suddenly Jungkook heard a loud familiar cackle. Jungkook turned his head to two tables in front of them, and his eyes widened.

"It's V," He heard one of the boys say, brain too fuzzy to comprehend who. "He asked Eka to be his girlfriend."

Jungkook froze for a few seconds, staring straight ahead. It was Taehyung with Eka on his lap, kissing her with- with that passion Jungkook saw in his eyes the night before.

And for a second, he felt that again. Felt his heart crumble like it did when he saw Taehyung with Eka the first time; except this time, it was different. Why?

"Kookie," Jimin almost pleaded. "Let's go now."

Jungkook sat where he was, staring into Taehyung and Eka. His insides caved into themselves, heartfelt wilted, confused, questioning- why, why, why?

Why did he kiss him?

Why did he ask Eka out?

Why- Why was Jungkook so goddamn stupid?

To get his hopes up again? To act so foolishly towards Taehyung- to think the grey-haired boy would ever think about Jungkook or how anything affected him?

Didn't it bother him Didn't he get a glimpse of Jungkook in his mind? Didn't he- didn't he care? Even the slightest?

What the fuck was wrong with Jungkook? Did he make all this bullshit up in his head? All the desire, the longing, the deep-rooted gut-wrenching stupid fucking feelings. Did he make up all of it in his mind? None of it was real, was it?

Jungkook didn't even realize Taehyung walked over to them. Jungkook couldn't help but look at him. How he cockily smirked and walked with such confidence; you wouldn't think he'd just broken a heart.

"V! Settling down, huh?" Hoseok laughed, and Taehyung snickered.

"Guess so," Taehyung mumbled, and Namjoon nodded. "Good job, man. She's hot."

"Oh shut up, Namjoon. V, how'd you ask her out?" Jin asked.

"On text," Taehyung mumbled, and Yoongi snickered. "When?"

"Last night. After the- um- the barbeque thing."

"Is that where you went off to?" Jin asked, and Taehyung nodded, and god, it felt like another stab to the chest. Jungkook mattered that fucking less to him, huh? That he didn't think, didn't mull over it, just asked Eka out the moment after he kissed Jungkook.

Another regret to add to his list.

"You must really liked her." One of the boys asked. Jungkook looked up and saw Taehyung looking at him with a look on his face which Jungkook couldn't read. But he'd given up. He's never be able to understand how Taehyung feels. Not now, not ever. He's tired of assuming how he feels and then getting let down. Taehyung never cared, and he never will.

"Yeah," Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked down, trying his hardest to hold it together; but fuck, it was hard, it was so fucking hard.

"V!" Loud voices emerged, and Jungkook felt himself weaken on the inside. It was all the other football guys, all crowding around their table to talk to V or laugh or whatever- whatever. Jungkook couldn't hear a thing.

"Jeez, I guess you can be an asshole and still get a girlfriend."

"Nice guys really do finish last."

"Oh shut up. You're all assholes."

"Says you. Saw you flirting with Jennie by the lockers, being a proper gentleman and all that loser shit." "V was the last one to have a girlfriend before high school ended, we did it! All of us have had girlfriends!"

It was all like white noise at this point, as loud as sirens, and he felt like he was sitting on a dirt road, watching the loudest of ambulances go past and past and not stop for a second.

"That's not true! Jungkookie here hasn't had a girlfriend yet, has he?" One of the guys said, and Jungkook felt a hand ruffle his hair.

"That's right! Jungkook, when are you getting a girlfriend, man?"

"Yeah. Don't even see you looking at girls. I mean, that's some fucking self-control right there."

"Shut up guys." Jimin snapped, and then tugged on Jungkook's arm. "Seriously Kook, let's get out of here-"

"Stop being a fucking wanker, Park. Let's find Jungkook a girlfriend!" Another guy said, and Jungkook was lost. Lost looking straight ahead of him, into nothing. "What kind of girls do you like anyway?"

Loud, blaring white noise.

"A lot of the girls are into you, dude. You just need to stop being so scared,"

Nothing. It meant nothing. All their words were bullshit. All of Jungkook's words were bullshit. Everything Taehyung and he were; it was all bullshit. It never meant anything. Not to Taehyung, it never did.

"I'm not getting a girlfriend," Jungkook said dryly, words around him feeling like a tsunami which was drowning him; Jungkook was drowning.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung. Saw him looking down, uninterested, bored, and god fucking damnit, Jungkook felt angry. Raging. All these months of pining and kissing and fucking and it meant absolutely nothing to him! All that time Jungkook wasted over abso-fucking-lutely nothing!

"What're you so scared of, man?" One of the guys said, and Jungkook finally let his breath hitch. It's when he realized. MEET THE WRITER BEHIND THE WORDS That's all they ever were, and all they could ever be. Just two bodies using each other for sex. Nothing less, nothing more.

There were never any feelings in the first place.

Jungkook felt himself riling up. What was he so scared of?

"Seriously bro, are you gonna go all of high school without getting a girl?"

"Yeah," Jungkook said, and then felt something rushing through his veins. Anger. Pure fucking anger that caused him to go crazy and be spontaneous. "I'm not. You know what, Yoongi? I'm not gonna get a girlfriend. Ever." Jungkook said lowly, and Jimin looked at him with widened eyes.

"Why though?"

Jungkook looked at Taehyung, who now seemed to be looking at him with peculiarity.

Jungkook looked at him. All the 13 other boys on the table. Words began swirling in his stomach like a tornado, going up and up and up- until it was right at the tip of his tongue and all he needed was a little push to let it out, and-

"I'm gay!" Jungkook said loudly, hands balling into fists.

There was a silence.

"I'm super! Fucking! Gay! And I don't like girls!" He shouted.

Jimin had his hand against his face, covering it. Namjoon's eyes widened. Jin gasped. Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed. Hoseok looked at him in confusion. The other guys all looked surprised. Yugyeom just looked a little pleased; and Taehyung?

Expressionless. As fucking always.

"Y-you're what?" Namjoon let out.

"Homosexual." Jungkook articulated angrily, looking at him with his piercing eyes. "I'm fucking queer. Gay. A faggot, whatever you want to call it!"

Jungkook must've not realized how loud he was, because every single person in the cafeteria was looking at him with widened eyes. Some looked disgusted, some looked shocked, and some looked delightful but hid it well.

Oh, fuck it. He's already out now, what's the worst that could happen? "Did everyone hear that??" Jungkook said loudly, reaching forward and climbing onto the cafeteria table, until he was standing up high, with everyone looking up at him.

"I'm gay!" He shouted into the skies (ceiling of the cafeteria), and the silence that came with the words was odd... mystifying. He felt powerful. So fucking powerful. Felt like he had the whole world in his palms at this very moment.

He felt so free.

"I'm gay. I'm really really gay." Jungkook said a few times, and then realized he did it. He said it out loud. Everyone knew. Every single person now knew that Jungkook was gay. He grinned. "I'm everything you fear! I'm a man, and I like men! I like boys! I like dicks!"

"Jungkook, w-what're you doing?" Taehyung let out softly, and Jungkook looked at him with a certain intensity.

"I'm doing what's right," He snapped lowly, so only Taehyung could hear.

"Get off the table," Jungkook heard Jimin mumble in embarrassment. Jimin grabbed his ankles and pulled him off.

Jungkook climbed onto the floor, and then looked around. Everyone was still looking at him, wide-eyed, shocked, silent. Jungkook gulped. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn't have.

But then, just seeing Taehyung's face was enough. A look of... guilt? Fear? A yearning for something he hasn't understood yet?

So Jungkook walked up to him, looked closely at him; and then whispered. "Fuck you."

And then Jungkook turned around and walked out of the cafeteria, not caring that he just dropped a bomb onto all of them, not caring that the next days, weeks, months would be full of homophobic side comments and awkward distancing.

After all. He was free, wasn't he?

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