#got7 jinyoung fluffs

[mykoreanlove]

the fluff bundle

for when you need that extra portion of love

CHAN - you make me blush // all the feels // sweet whispers // insecurities // channie's way of helping you relax

CHANGBIN - dummy dummy, i love your tummy // handle you

MINHO - 🥀🖤🌹 // hardships // sakura // alternatives

HYUNJIN - submissive // manifested // conditional // artist's pov

HAN - the extra mile

FELIX - fake date me please? // bokkie's quest for tears // angel // whispers of love // body dysmorphia // flirting in a club be like // reassurance // fitting room

I.N - pet names

CROSSOVER - perceptions (Chan, I.N) // amnesia (ot8) // shy dating (maknae) // shy dating (hyung) // sexual abuse

JINYOUNG - things that made him run to you // starved // i wanna know everything, all about you

JACKSON - 🥃 realizations // on Kinjaz // daddy fever //nightmares

JB - can I see you tonight?

NAMJOON - sexy brain wasn't having it

SUGA - 🏀 Ballin‘

TAEMIN - his private messages to you // I want to live a different type of life - with you // sleepy no more // don't leave my side no // Similarities // taemotional Support System // long distance //baby daddy Taemin is coming home to you // domestic vibe with Taemin // back to lovers // christmas with Taemin // paris nights

MINHO - deprived

EUN WOO - afraid of love

[prettywordsyouleft]

Missed Me?

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: fluff

Tropes: established relationship (of sorts)

Warnings: a tiny bit of 4th wall writing at the very end.

Word count: 849

Author’s Note: he’s back, and my heart and mind wasn’t prepared for how loud he’d be about it *rolls eyes*

Glancing up, you blinked in rapid succession before letting out a groan.

The man leaning against the doorframe pretended not to know why you had reacted like that at the mere sight of him, asking a soft “what?” in response. And yet, you saw the mirth within his dark gaze, the slight crinkle at the corners of his eyes giving him away. He was pleased to have you reacting to him again.

“Nope,” you declared, shaking your head to accompany the statement. “Absolutely not.”

“Haven’t you missed me?”

“Me? Miss you?” You forced out a laugh that rang somewhat hollow. But Park Jinyoung didn’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing you had thought of him often over the past eighteen months. You wouldn’t let it out that you would pause mid-action at times considering how he would have loved to be there in the moment. How you would hear something, and your immediate response was to contact him and tell him so. Late at night, when the darkness was your only companion, how you longed to be a little less lonely and curled up within his warm embrace. You had chosen to take his departure from your life as a clean break. And he didn’t need to know how much you had failed within your heart and mind to truly escape him.

A raised eyebrow in your direction made you sputter incoherently. He was too observant. You wondered how much your expression had given your pondering away. Jinyoung folded his arms across his chest, his toned physique making for quite a beautiful and distracting imagery. “Really? Not even a little?”

“Of course not! I was completely fine without you,” you lied with a straight face – at least you hoped so – and made a shooing gesture with your hand. “Stop leaning on the threshold. You’re not the main protagonist of my life, so you don’t need to do what main male characters do in fictional stories.”

He almost succeeded in keeping the smirk from truly crossing his lips, instead turning to his acting skills and crossing the room towards you with a pout gracing his annoyingly kissable lips. You immediately diverted your gaze to your laptop, then to your phone, failing to unlock it with your fingerprint, which flustered you further.

Curse him into damnation.

“I missed you,” he announced, and you flinched, equally being acutely aware of his proximity and not yet ready for the closeness of his earnest statement. His hand lifted to your chin and guided your focus back to his face. Oh, how you had yearned to see this man up close and in person again. You blinked several times, and he continued to pout. “I missed you so much it hurt.”

“You’ve clearly survived.”

“Did I?” he questioned, waiting to see how you’d respond. He let out a sigh when you didn’t take his bait. “I don’t know how you could do it, Y/N. A clean break from me? You’re stronger than I am.”

You narrowed your gaze. “We did have a clean break.”

“Did we? I beg to differ.”

“We did! I haven’t seen you once since you went away.”

“Not in person, no. But I’ve been following you on social media.”

You huffed, straightening to your full height. “You and social media?! It was like a ghost town with you over the past eighteen months! I had to resort to looking for glimpses in—!”

You clamped your hands over your mouth at what he had managed to weasel out of you and diverted your gaze once again.

A rich, melodious laughter rumbled out of Jinyoung, and you cursed your traitorous heart for swooning at the sound, revelling at hearing it again. Then your heart stalled altogether when his strong arms encased you, tugging you flush against his warm body.

“What am I going to do with you?” Jinyoung mused, his hand reaching up to your hair and ruffling it affectionately. “You know, normal people are elated when someone they love returns home. They bounce right into the arms of their lover and proclaim just how much they love and missed them. But not you. ‘Nope. Absolutely not?’ Of course, you would say something so ridiculous.”

“Well!” you grumbled out indignantly. “I wasn’t expecting you to be there.”

“You know me too well, sweetheart,” he claimed, pulling you back from him enough so he could gaze down at you, a bright smile gracing his handsome face. “You should have expected at the first chance I got that I would be back in your life.”

“As loud as ever,” you muttered.

However, this time, it was you who moved first, burying yourself deeper into his embrace, feeling his laughter vibrate up through his chest. Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply, allowing yourself the moment of reacclimatising with your one true nemesis.

And truest love.

“And to think,” he started, making you grow rigid at what could possibly follow. “You haven’t really been writing of late. All I had to do was come back and now look at you. A whole story. All because of me.”

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[sweetestofchaos]

Got7's Scenario of...Tying Your Shoe

While waiting for the other members to find him, he notices that a pregnant woman is struggling to tie her shoe.

w. SFW, nothing but cute fluff.

p. Got7 x Pregnant!Reader

a/n: damn! it's been a while huh? i have missed writing for my guys and i thought it was time to show some love. i hope you enjoy this first installment of got7's social experiment.

🍼social experiment masterlist🍼

Mark - Mark is sitting outside, typing away on his phone to pass the time while he waits on his group mates to join him. While waiting he hears a loud sigh, soon followed by a grunt and when he looks up from his phone, Mark’s eyes widen. Standing a few feet away from him, you are struggling to tie your shoe. Your very pregnant belly makes it hard to grab yet alone tie your shoe strings. 

Fearing that you might topple over head first, Mark stands up and rushes over. He kneels down, telling that he can tie your shoe and he will even double knot it, so that it doesn’t come undone again. He takes his time, making sure your shoe isn’t too loose or tight before he reties the other shoe to match. Standing to his full height, Mark smiles as you thank him and offers to buy you an uber to wherever you need to go.

“Hey, hold on. Can I help? Let me tie that for you, okay?”

Jaebeom - Outside, Jaebeom holds a camera to his face, trying to get the perfect shot of the storefront across the street. While trying to find the best angle he notices you coming out of the store. You have multiple bags in your hands and you throw your head back as you sigh loudly. Jaebeom watches as you move from in front of the store’s doorway and set your bags on the ground before you kick your right foot, bending at the knee to try and tie your shoe. 

Forgetting about his picture, Jaebeom jogs across the street and clears his throat, speaking softly to not scare you. He offers to tie your shoe, stating that he would feel bad if he just watched you struggle. You agree to let him help and he quickly ties your shoes. Before he stands, he grabs hold of your bags and offers to carry them to your car.

“Excuse me? Sorry -” *smiles shyly* “I saw you from across the street and just wanted to help…”

Jinyoung - Jinyoung sees when you get off the bus and notices right away that your shoes are untied. You make it all of ten steps before you notice yourself that your laces are untied and look around for something to prop your foot up on. It’s a hassle to tie your shoes and you swore you double knotted them but you guess you didn’t. 

Jinyoung comes over with a kind smile on his face and offers to tie your shoes for you. He knees down and rests your foot on his upper thigh, making sure you have a good balance before he double knots your shoe. He does the same to the other foot and pats your ankle gently before he stands and introduces himself. He offers his good wishes and asks if you would like to grab a drink before you head off. 

He pays for your drink and bids you a farewell before he goes back to his spot, waiting for his members. 

“Would you like some help? I don’t mind tying them for you.”

Jackson - This man spots you from the corner of his eye. He is mid conversation with one of his bodyguards and full on stops what he is saying. He looks around to see if there is a significant other around before he excuses himself from the conversation and walks over to you. Jackson introduces himself and offers his hand to shake before he asks if it would be okay for him to tie your shoes. He squats down in front of you and speaks softly, asking about your pregnancy and if you are healthy. 

Somehow he convinces you to sit with him and his bodyguard offers you a bottle of water. You sit and chat with Jackson, telling him all about your pregnancy and by the time the other members, Jackson is excitedly telling them all about you and the baby.

“I think you’re doing an amazing job, you know? Let me tie your shoes, so you and baby don’t get hurt, okay? May I?”

Youngjae - Youngjae is sitting on the wall outside of where he is supposed to meet with the other member, minding his business. He is a little early and is just enjoying the nice weather. You plop down beside him with a huff and he notices that your shoes are untied. You offer him a quick smile when you notice him looking at you and inhale deeply to mentally prepare to tie your shoes. 

Seeing your mental distress, Youngjae clears his throat and offers to tie your shoes. He assures you that he will double knot them so that they don’t come undone and will still be easy to take off once you are home. You smile and accept his help to which Youngjae grins and pulls your ankles into his lap. He makes quick work of tying your shoes and asks if you would like a drink because you seem to be a little out of breath. 

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Do you mind?”

Bambam - Bambam is giggling to himself about what Jackson said in the group chat when you pass by him. He doesn’t notice anything is wrong until he hears you curse loudly. Looking away from his phone, Bambam sees you looking at the ground with a frown on your face. He glances down and sees that one of your shoes is untied. As you start to bend, Bambam jumps to his feet and rushes over to you. He gently stops you, holding onto your shoulders and pushing you upward before he lowers himself to the ground, not caring about his fancy dress pants to tie your shoe.

He scolds you just as lightly once he is finished and reminds you to always double knot your shoes before you leave the house.

“Girl what is you doing? You could hurt yourself. Let me do it!”

Yugyeom - Having waited long enough, Yugyeom decides to grab a drink from the store across the street. While waiting for the light to change, you come to stand beside him. He glances at you from the corner of his eye since you are standing a little close and the first thing he sees is your round belly before he looks lower and notices that your shoelaces are untied. Yugyeom looks to see how long the light will change and he doesn’t have much time.

He apologizes for bothering you and states that your shoe is untied. You thank him and start to bend but he holds out his hands and offers to tie it for you. With your verbal consent, Yugyeom squats down in front of you and quickly double knots your shoe. He asks if it’s too tight and that he can fix it once you both get across the street. 

“Hey, sorry, um…your shoe is untied a-and we’re about to have the light. Do you mind if I-I tie it for you?”

[kcake555]

Park Jinyoung cake 🍰

[multiphandomunnies]

got7

reactions

girlfriend hugging them in their sleep

deserted island au

high school au

gf is a demon

s.o is shy with skinship

s.o is self conscious

imagines

mark

jackson

thank you

bf! jackson

trying again

single dad au

jaebum

it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

carnation

bf! jaebum

christmas special

i want to do these things with you

jinyoung

youngjae

bambam

christmas special

yugyeom

bf! yugyeom

let’s go out

[spacequokka]

stars collide

Pairing: king!Jinyoung x chef!reader Genre: royalty au, angst Rating: 16+ Summary: When faced with your departure, Jinyoung puts his foot down once and for all. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Mild language

A/N: recommending you vs them as we welcome grumpy cat home!

“Say that again,” Jinyoung commanded, voice low and even. The servant stuttered out the words, biting his tongue in the process. Jinyoung dropped his silverware and pushed away from the table, pulling the napkin tucked in his collar free and dropping it on the floor. “Like hell she is. Not without talking to me first.”

He blew down the hallway to the kitchen like a tropical storm, bumping into furniture and frightening the piss out of anyone in his way. Sure, they’d all seen his wrath before, but nothing like this. Behind his fury was something deeper and much more terrifying: fear.

He burst into the kitchen with a bang as the doors hit the wall. “What the hell do you mean you’re leaving?” All eyes turned to his except the pair he spoke to. “The last time I checked, all employment and termination decisions went through the king.”

You sighed and turned away from the sink, abandoning the pot you used to cook the last meal you’d prepare in the castle. It was a sentimental, menial task that you’d hoped you’d be able to get through without tears. “Your Majesty, you deserve better. Someone with more talent and knowledge of nutrition. I’ve arranged for a new head chef—”

“EVERYBODY OUT.” Jinyoung bellowed. Metal clinked and feet scuffled over the ceramic floor as the help scurried away. Some even glanced at you, convinced it was the last time they’d see you alive. When the door shut behind the last person, Jinyoung drew in a shaky breath and spoke with an eerie calmness. “Who gave you the permission to make such a bold decision?”

You swallowed and cleared your throat. “I am confident it’s for the best. I meant no disrespect—”

“Of course you did.” He stalked closer, taking his time as he spoke. “You deliberately kept me in the dark. Everyone must know but me, right?”

You instinctively backed away, but he kept advancing until your back hit the counter’s edge. “I knew you’d try to stop me. Your Majesty, with your engagement to the princess—”

“How many times do I have to tell you I have no interest in marrying her?” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I don’t care what the council says, I choose who I marry. If anyone’s walking down that aisle with me, it’ll be you.”

“Your Majesty, please.”

“Stop calling me that. I hate it when you talk to me like that.”

You huffed and tried again. “Jinyoung. They’ll overthrow you and choose someone who doesn’t care for the kingdom or its people. And you could do a lot worse than her.”

He paused, his dark eyes searching yours for a moment that stretched into eternity. “She doesn’t care for me as a person. She only sees the crown and the status. I’d rather chew my arm off than spend one night in bed with her. But you, I’d give everything I own just to wake up with you in my arms once. I’d even give my life—” He cut off, the words choking in his throat as he struggled to maintain his composure.

You pressed your lips together, feeling the cold press of the counter digging into your back. “It’s not about how we feel, it’s about what’s necessary. Your kingdom needs stability, an alliance that marriage to the princess will provide.”

Jinyoung ran a hand through his tousled hair, a gesture laced with frustration and desperation. “Damn it, _____! Since when did you start caring more about politics than—than us?” His voice cracked.

You felt a twinge of pain at his words, knowing how deeply intertwined both your lives had become since those forbidden meetings began, sharing secret glances across crowded rooms long before rumors of betrothal ever surfaced. “It’s always been about us,” you replied softly, earnestly. “But can there be an ‘us’ if everything you’ve worked for falls apart? If everyone turns against you?”

He was silent for a long moment before he stepped closer again, this time with a gentle caution. He lifted his hand, hesitated, and then placed it gently against your cheek. “They can turn every stone in the kingdom against me if they wish,” he murmured, “but if losing you is the price of this crown, then it weighs too much already.”

Your breath hitched as his thumb traced the line of your jaw, a feather-light touch that could almost make you forget the gravity of the conversation. “Jinyoung, you can’t… we can’t not consider the consequences. Your throne, the welfare of your people…”

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as if amused by a thought known only to him. “My heart knows no subjects like it knows you. How can I lead a kingdom when its king is fractured into his own regrets? I need to be whole; you make me whole.”

The words had the soft lilt of poetry, but they hung heavy in between the two of you. How could love and duty weigh so unevenly on the scales of a ruler’s life? But then, out past the aisles of power, away from cloaked discussions and strategic alliances, it was simply you and him.

“But there is a reality beyond what we want,” you managed to say, though your voice came out hushed against the fervor in his eyes. “If wishing made it so, Jinyoung—”

“Let’s wish then,” he interrupted fiercely. “Let’s wish and work for it. Challenge conventions, change the course. I’ll talk to my council, turn around every stone until they see you—as I see you—not just as a chef or a commoner, but as my queen.”

Your heart fluttered dangerously at such declarations—a mix of dread and exhilaration pumping through your veins. “And if it turns against us? What then?” You knew this wasn’t simply about defying norms; it was about steering an entire kingdom through turbulent waters, potentially creating rifts where there had been none before.

Jinyoung’s eyes darkened with resolve, his grip tightening comfortingly on your shoulder. “Then we battle those tides together,” he declared staunchly. “We face every challenge as one. If the council resists, if the nobles object—they must see that my decisions are for the kingdom’s true good. And nothing is good for me—or for this kingdom—if it tears me away from you.”

The raw honesty in his voice sent shivers through you. Here was a man who would stake all he had for his heart’s cause, even if it meant upheaval in realms beyond imagining. But could love truly conquer all—even a kingdom fraught with ancient traditions and powerful adversaries?

“Jinyoung,” you started, your voice laden with an ache of longing and fear, “I want to believe we can do this. But history is littered with tales of kings and queens who succumbed to personal desires at the expense of their thrones. Are we prepared to be a tale of caution or of victory? How can we ensure our story won’t be etched in tragedy?”

He let out a breathy laugh, partly bitter, partly hopeful. “Our story,” he said contemplatively, as if savoring each syllable, “will be one we write each day, intricately intertwined with love and bold enough to imprint on the sands of history not as caution but as legend.”

Your eyes welled up at the sincere ambition in his words—a vision so grand it could indeed either bind or devastate an empire. His fingers brushed away a tear. In his eyes, you saw hope, strength, and love. If he was willing to risk it all for you, shouldn’t you reward him with your faith, commitment, and trust? You found yourself nodding, smiling through your tears, both to him and your own unspoken question.

“Then I’ll stand beside you every step of the way.”

[kwanisms]

please note that I am no longer actively writing for got7 and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

— oneshots

»» First Time ♧ i. jaebeom

➥ 3.1k; Y/N's first time with her boyfriend

»» Second Time ♧ i. jaebeom

➥ 3.1k; ever since her first time with her boyfriend, Y/N has felt like he was holding back. so she decides to see for herself what he's really like in bed.

»» Never Mine ♤ w. jackson

➥ 2.3k; jackson has fallen in love with Y/N, only there's a problem. Jinyoung is her boyfriend.

»» the Day Death Fell in Love ♤♧ p. jinyoung

➥ 12.5k; they say you only become a grim reaper if you've done something terrible in a past life. Whether or not that's true, Jinyoung didn't care. He had a job to do and he did his job well, guiding souls to the afterlife. That is, until he met Y/N.

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[kpopimaginings]

"It's not worth it" - Jinyoung

You knew this would happen. You and Jinyoung had recently announced your relationship to the GOT7 boys. Part of the reason you had kept it quiet early on was because you knew there would be teasing. You could have also predicted that BamBam and Jackson were going to be the main perpetrators.

You were out for a group dinner for the first time since they found out and the teasing started immediately. You honestly weren't too bothered by it, but you noticed Jinyoung's clenched jaw as he glared at the members who were talking. You took his hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze, trying to silently tell him to let it go.

Once the food came out, things quietened down for a moment.

"Don't let them get to you," you whispered to Jinyoung.

He just nodded in acknowledgment, but you knew he hadn't really taken your comment to heart.

As you finished eating, you took Jinyoung's hand again and shot him a little smile.

"Ah, look at you two all loved up," BamBam started again.

"Cut back on the PDA though," Jackson added.

You rolled your eyes at the comment, but once again Jinyoung couldn't let it slide.

"We looked at each other. How is that PDA?"

"Relax, Jinyoung-ie," Jackson told him, before turning to you. "Are you sure about him? He's a bit uptight!"

You bit your lip to keep yourself from chuckling and further annoying your boyfriend.

Then, you jumped slightly as Jinyoung brought his hand down on the table.

"Jinyoung!" you scolded.

"What was the one thing I asked of you, Jackson?" he snapped, ignoring your interjection.

Jackson stared blankly at Jinyoung.

"All I said was don't tease Y/n," he continued. "You can wind me up all you like but when she's around, you knock it off."

"But she's our friend too," Jackson pointed out.

"Yeah, she's used to us, she knows what we're like," BamBam added.

You were about to agree with them, when Jinyoung  spoke again.

"I'm crazy about Y/n, ok? The last thing I want is you idiots scaring her off."

"Jinyoung-ie, that's so sweet," you said, your voice now softer, "And I'm very pleased you want me to stick around, but the boys are right, I've known them for long enough that I expected this. A little teasing among friends isn't going to make me leave."

"Ok, but-"

"No, it's not worth it. I want to be with you, and Jackson and BamBam being littles shits isn't going to change that."

Jinyoung couldn't help but smile and chuckle as the troublemakers complained at your choice of words. Smiling back, you leant in and pecked a soft kiss to his lips.

It surprised you somewhat when the resulting 'Ew' came from Yugyeom.

"Don't you start," you told him with a smile, before resting your head on Jinyoung's shoulder while you waited for desert.

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

[mykoreanlove]

GOT7

🖤 JINYOUNG

things that made him run to you // coming back to you // .starved // I wanna know everything, all about you

🖤 JACKSON

on being real // 🥃 realizations // on Kinjaz // daddy fever // acts of intimacy // nightmares // backseat love. // conversations with love // AM hours // you're sick

🖤 JAEBEOM

can I see you tonight?

🖤 YOUNGJAE

spillthetea.fm

[stay-mon-army]

5 Ways to Win a Prince

Word Count: 6,283 words (wtf the longest fic I've written so far)

Warning(s): pining, kissing, light touching, secret romance, fear of rejection/being separated by parental figures, creepy suitor/bad vibes from unnamed side character

Pairing: Prince!Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x Knight!gn!reader

Requested by: @crzy-devil (sorry this took so long!)

1- Sneak in to Visit

The sun began its slow descent, painting the distant horizon in fire and gold, as though the trees on the mountains had erupted with flames. You watched the colors shift and change as you rested your back against the rough rocks that make up the walls of the castle you’ve sworn to protect.

The metal armor adorning your body kept you warm from the chilling breeze that stirs the trees, making them dance alone within the field below you. The grounds of the castle roll gently downhill into a field and garden away from the balcony you currently rest under. You were always envious of his view, despite the fact you sneak in and are able to enjoy it yourself very often. Thinking of your secret path, you glance one last time at the horizon, deciding that the lowering sun had dimmed enough to allow you to steal away up the side of the wall.

You stand, double-checking that all of your armor and weapons are properly secured to your body before turning to face the wall. The bricks were firmly secured together, but certain bricks were not properly flush or were beginning to chip, giving you perfect foot and handholds to support your travels up its edge. Months of practice had made this climb easier and easier, so now it was no time at all before you were lifting yourself over the balcony railing, slipping down gently onto the marble outcropping that led to the glass doors into the Prince’s room.

Through the doors, you could see a fire gently crackling and flickering within the giant hearth that Jinyoung loved so much. Unsurprisingly, settled deep into one of the chairs encircling the fire, was your prince, his nose pressed into a book, his legs tucked up beneath him as though he could make himself small enough to actually enter the world in which he was engrossed. Just the sight of him brought a bright smile to your face, releasing the tensions of the day full of training and drilling for the protection of the kingdom. Nothing could make all of that pain and stress worth it as much as seeing the man before you.

Slowly, so as not to disturb him, you inch to the door, sliding open the glass doors, and slipping into the room to make your way closer to his gorgeous red and gold armchair that he so favored. Finally, when you placed your hand down on the arm of the chair as though you were making him aware of your presence, he turns his warm brown eyes up to meet your face, a gentle look of surprise parting his pink lips and flushing his detailed cheeks in a way that set your heart aflutter.

“Hello, my prince.” You whisper, leaning down to press a brushing kiss against one rose-tainted cheek. Jinyoung reaches up, fingers snagging behind your head to pull you down for a proper kiss, his lips grazing yours like snow drifting against the wind during the first snow, as though he was teasing you with his presence more than allowing either of you to enjoy it fully.

That was a change that had grown over time; in the beginning, you were both so afraid of not getting time together, not being able to be together, that you would waste no time, pressing together your lips and bodies as close as you could manage, sure you would run out of chances to hold each other that way. However, as time went on, you began to see the ways in which the small, subtle, simple touches and intimacies brought forth sweeter emotions than rushing through and feeling all at once. You were glad now to be able to spend moments like this; barely touching and yet feeling more than anyone else could make you feel, seeing everything the world had to offer and knowing you could take it whenever you wanted, but being secure enough to let it come to you.

You pull away from the man, who tilts his head up as though he’s chasing after you, before he settles back into his chair, lifting the book that he had rested on his lap. He reaches to a nearby table to grab a small bookmark, sliding it between two pages carefully, before setting the book down on the table.

You grab his hands, lifting him from his seat to spin the two of you around and pull him into your lap back into the cushioned chair. He chuckles at your actions, resting a hand against your collarbone as he shifts to find a comfortable position on your armored lap.

“I know these are for keeping you safe and all, but they really could have spent a little extra into making these more comfortable, couldn’t they?” He jokes, flicking the breastplate that separated your bodies from each other.

You laugh along, taking his hand and rubbing your thumb across his knuckles, raising them to press your lips against them as well.

“Well, once you’re king, you have all the power in the world to make that change to our uniform. For now, we must suffer in silence, lest we be found out and whisked apart.” You lean in to whisper the last sentence, letting your breath feather across his ear and neck, sending a shiver down his spine that has him pressing harder against your body.

“I would never let them keep me from you. Come hell or high water, I would never be separated from you – let them try.” This wasn’t the first time he had said similar sentiments, and it brought joy to you hearing it every time. You felt the same way, but to know that your prince would do anything to keep you together – your heart beats wildly at the thought.

You pull Jinyoung down closer to you, though you doubt it’s very possible to do that, and lean your face close to him, your nose brushing his intimately as you look down into his eyes.

“I share your sentiments, Prince. I promise to you, that my oath to you and your family is not only one as a soldier, as a knight, as a guard, but as a lover, as a human, as a simple servant under an idol. My devotion to you will never waver and I will not let anything but death pull me from your side. No matter what else I must give up, no matter who I may have to become or kill, I will be by your side, protecting you and yours, until Lady Death comes to bring me across to the otherworld.”

Jinyoung’s eyes shimmer with tears as he presses his forehead against yours, his hands coming to cup your cheeks.

“And I you, my love.” He whispers, finally press your lips together properly, pulling your bodies as close as possible. He holds you close and you let yourself sink into the sensation of holding the one you swear your life to, letting life carry you where it will.

2- Save Him from Unworthy Suitors

The worst part about being in love with the Prince was that he was destined to be put on dates with others constantly in the hopes of making relations with other kingdoms to keep the country safe from the neighboring lands. Most of the lands got along well enough, so there wasn’t a lot of fighting anyway, but Jinyoung’s parents were always trying to set up the next power couple of the continent.

Many times, you were sent out as a guard for the dates, if they were off castle grounds, which meant that you had to sit and watch while someone tried to woo Jinyoung, only to be met with polite refusal and friendship. Most of those who were on these dates felt the same way and had their own lovers back home in their kingdoms. They played along well as though they enjoyed the date, but it was only out of friendship and political acceptance.

However, on occasion, a date was set up between the young prince and someone who truly wished to catch his fancy. Most were amicable and, while often pushy and intense in trying to prove their worth to Jinyoung, were quick to accept Jinyoung’s refusal at the end of the date.

One day, however, there was a young male suitor who refused to take no for an answer. After one date had gone over without any hassle, Jinyoung had gone to his chambers that night with you and told you that he felt alright about the date, and that nothing would come of it, as per usual. Unfortunately for you both, the young man was infatuated with Jinyoung and had not accepted the refusal after only one shot. He had gone to the Queen after the date and explained in detail how he was sure another date would be enough to win over her son, and the Queen had quickly agreed, growing worried that Jinyoung would end up alone until he became King, which the Queen didn’t want to happen. The Queen wanted only for her son to be happy with a person to cherish him; unaware was she of the person warming her sons bed that very night.

Another date was scheduled and prepared for the two men, and for once, you were not scheduled to chaperon the excursion. That, however, was not going to stop you from riding along with them.

The men were scheduled to ride down a ways through the woods just outside of the castle, to a small lake area to have a picnic. Jinyoung told you about the trip, knowing there was no way he could stop you (not that he wanted to) and it would be easier to hide your spying if you didn’t have to track them too closely.

So on the morning of the day, you waiting until just after the other guards had followed after the prince and his suitor before slipping onto a horse of your own and tracing their path. You knew the way to the lake, as it was a common spot for you and the prince to also run off for little getaways together, making you all the more annoyed that the Queen had planned such a personal trip for the prince, despite his assertion that he had no interest in suitors.

Not long down the pathway through the rustling leaves, wandering along the sunlight dappled trail, you spot the edge of the clearing surrounding the lake, so you pull your horse off the path and hobble it to a tree. You sneak up to the edge of the treeline to look out onto the group setting up a picnic beside the water – blanket and food spread out in the attempt at fashion simply seeing cheesy to your untrained eye. You had spent years in the castle, but you didn’t understand the need to always seem to fancy and rich. It was something Jinyoung claimed to love about you; you didn’t let the glitz, glam, and politics of the castle change who you really were at your core.

You decided to rest yourself on a fallen log, knowing that you would likely be here for a while watching.

However, not long after the picnic had been set out and the food had been eaten, the man had waved off the guards, asking them for privacy between the two. The guards had looked at each other, unsure what to do, but eventually shrugged and wandered off into the treeline, barely missing your seated figure.

You watched closely, eyebrows furrowed at the odd behavior of the young man now reaching his hand out to place it against Jinyoung’s arm. You lean forward in your seat, feeling your body heat as you realize that Jinyoung is fidgeting, looking quite uncomfortable at the situation at hand. Nothing had happened yet, but you knew Jinyoung’s moods better than anyone, and could read the emotions on his face even from yards away. Jinyoung was not happy.

Thinking quickly on your feet, you sneaked back to your horse, untying it from the tree, leading it back onto the road. You slip into the saddle, quickly kicking the horse into a canter to round the final bend and reach the lake on which the men were sitting.

The men both startled, turning to face you as they hear you call out for the Prince, reining your horse in just in time to spray sand against the young man who finally pulls away from Jinyoung to wipe his shirt and face.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness, but I must request that you come with me at once. There is an urgent matter back at the castle that requires your immediate attention, and I was instructed to come collect you quickly without any delay. If I might entreat you to climb upon my horse, I can get us back to the castle quickly.” You reach a hand down, doing your best to keep your face straight and serious as Jinyoung looks up at you with bewilderment, which fades quickly into barely hidden amusement.

“Of course, my Champion.” He raises to his feet, moving to take your hand, when he’s grabbed by the man still seated directly behind him, looking at him with confusion and annoyance.

“Why don’t you wait, Your Highness? I will come back with you as soon as we collect the guards and our things.” The young suitor gives a harsh look at you over Jinyoungs shoulder, before tugging on Jinyoung’s arm.

Jinyoung tugs his arm away, a feigned smile resting upon his lips as he steps ever closer to your patiently waiting horse. “No, I’m afraid this sounds much too urgent to wait even an extra moment. I shall see you back within the castle.” He turns without a second of hesitation, taking your arm and using the momentum of your assistance to pull himself onto the horse behind you, as he has done a million times.

He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your back as you canter back the way you came, heading for the castle as though your errand was real. About halfway back to the castle, Jinyoung whispers out a soft “thank you” that you can barely make out against the wind and you relax, letting a hand rest against his fists balled against your stomach.

“Any time, my love.”

3- Flex your Strengths

The only time that you find joy other than being beside Jinyoung is when you’re in the training field. The guards all spent at least a handful of hours a day working in the field, ensuring that they keep their skills sharp and their muscles hard. You worked as a guide to the youth whenever possible; young pupils hoping to be guards and warriors were always trying to prove themselves in the field, but they always need a mentor to help them learn the tricks of the blade.

On warm summer days when there is nothing exciting happening in the castle, you often toil away your hours with a new pupil, a practice sword, and a sparing partner. Today was no exception.

You wiped away a layer of sweat threatening to drip into your eyes and blind you, as you roll out your sword arm. You had just bested yet another guard in a sparing match – you weren’t the most skilled warrior, but you had enough knowledge and skill to make you one of the top guards, tasked with protecting the royal family.

A new challenger steps up to the ring, groups of young and experienced fighters watching excitedly as the new man makes a show of stretching and swinging his sword, as though he could intimidate you into backing down or losing. Instead of bothering to “worry” about his theatrics, you continue shaking and stretching out your body, glancing over the crowd as you do so. You stutter in your stance for only a second as you spot a familiar face a few paces back from the edge of the crowd, a guard you’ve met several times standing beside them with a hand on their sword.

Jinyoung had come to see you practice. He didn’t often do this – he was the anxious one in whatever this was, always afraid of being spotted and questioned by someone who has no business in his. However, you were completely the opposite, ready to speak up about your love the moment he opens himself up to the idea. But here he was, standing with his arms crossed, a beautiful blue top tucked into tight dark trousers, his hair lightly ruffled by the soft wind blowing through the training field. He smiles softly, ducking his head slightly, almost impossible to see, if you weren’t in tune with every small movement of his body.

You smiled back, quickly turning back to your opponent as you both get into a fighting stance, preparing to spar. Both of you were wearing the standard armor and carrying wooden practice swords, but you could tell simply from the way he held himself that your opponent thought he had already won, simply from looking at you.

Obviously a newbie, then.

Someone to the side of the ring calls out the beginning of the match and the two of you begin circling each other, watching the way the other moves.

Seemingly on a whim, the man lunges forward, striking out with his sword. You step back, dodging the attack and sliding to the side, trying to pull the man off balance. He simply backs up, eyeing you and smirking, like he knows something that you don’t. You doubt it, most men who give you that look simply think that you’re afraid and running. No, you’re only bidding your time, looking for your chance to strike.

You circle the man again, watching for that telltale flinch of muscles before he lunges that you noticed last time. Finally you see it, only a millisecond before the man lunches again, this time attempting to rain down strike after strike. Instead, you block and dodge to barrage of blows, twisting and sliding your blade along his, redirecting him away from you every time. You see the beginnings of anger rising in the man; his face twisting slowly into a snarl, his hands tightening around the wooden hilt of the practice sword, his arms trembling from withheld rage. As his anger wells to a final explosion of aggression, he pulled his sword back, feinting a withdrawal before swinging his sword as hard as he could, aiming for your head.

You see this coming, however, and step to the side calmly, raising your sword with both hands to slash it across the mans side, effectively landing a “killing blow” that has the man grasping his side, dropping his sword in the process. You place your blade against the back of his neck, pulling it across it to simulate effecting a definitely killing blow to ensure your “win” in the fight.

The man growls up at you, moving to stand but you have already stepped away, being swept up by the crowd, who pats you on the back, calling out praise to you.

Another guard approaches, handing you a small letter folded up. You open it, seeing a familiar script dancing across the page with only two words written on it.

Visit later.

You glanced up to look around for the man responsible for your short letter, but he had disappeared.

You smiled and tucked the letter into the chestplate of your armor, beside your heart.

Who were you to say no to his request?

4- Show your Love

When you got off of practice that day, you went down to the market to get a small bouquet of flowers. You got his favorite, pink dahlias, which you thought fit him very well. In your kingdom, dahlia’s represented kindness and grace, something that you felt perfectly encapsulated the prince. He was equal parts of princely charm and empathetic sweetness, caring about all that he comes into contact with.

You take the flowers with you up to his room, sneaking through the corridors of the castle, since climbing the wall would surely crush the sweet petals of the fragrant plant you hold close to your body.

Finally making it to the doorway to his chambers, you look both ways before quickly opening the door and ducking inside. Last thing you needed was some random royal to see you slipping into the prince’s room with a bouquet of flowers and a childish grin on your face. Jinyoung wasn’t ready to go public, so you would keep it quiet for now. As long as you still got to be with him.

As you close the door quietly, you turn to find the prince shirtless, his pants being buttoned up by his chambermaid. You smile at the sudden look of surprise on the woman’s face – Jinyoung hadn’t seen you yet because his back was turned, but the woman could see you clearly.

You lift a finger to your lips, signaling her to keep quiet, and she quickly ducks her head back to securing the princes clothes for the afternoon. As she rises to grab the shirt for Jinyoung, you creep forward, wrapping your arms around his middle as you reach him, twirling him into the air.

He yelps, hands coming down to grab your arms, attempting to twist his body to face you. He knows instantly who it is that’s holding him, due to the flowers, the armor, and your familiar scent that has begun to wrap around him, sending his brain into a frenzy.

You can see he’s blushing, from the way his ears are blazing red under his hair and he’s trying to duck his face away from your gaze.

You drop him back onto the ground, letting your hands graze across his bare skin as you pull away, relishing in the way he shivers at your touch before he’s whipping around to face you.

“You scared the living daylights out of me.” He’s pouting, his eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched up, but you could see the slight twitch in his lips fighting to smile.

“You really should be more on your toes. I could have been anyone coming in here. You should never let your guard down, my prince. It could put you in danger.” You lean in as you talk, ghosting your nose over his, causing him to tilt his head up, searching your lips. You pull back before he can make contact and now he’s pouting for real.

“If you weren’t such a menace, my chambermaid here would have at least given a scream of warning if it were anyone of danger. Unfortunately, she seems to like you a little more than she likes me.” He rolls his eyes, sending a playful wink back at the chambermaid who has her face half hidden behind her hand, holding the shirt in the other.

“Nonsense, no one could ever be immune to your boyish charms.” You press a kiss to the mans temple before holding out the flowers for him to see. “Even my measly pay gets wasted away on flowers for you, who needs for nothing, simply so that I can see that beautiful smile you grant me.” Said smile is already splitting his face into pure joy at seeing the circular globes of pink sprouting from your fist. He bends down to give the flowers a deep scent, pulling back with eyes closed and face softened with joy.

“No one knows exactly what I need quite like you, my dearest protector.” He jokes, turning back to the chambermaid so she can slip his shirt on, hiding his golden skin and gentle curves with a linen top of off-white cloth that looks insanely soft and comfortable.

After she secures the fabric to his body, she bows, grabs his day-clothes that need washing, and scampers from the room. She wasn’t likely to say anything – she’s the only one in the castle who knows about your relationship and has been aware of it for two years now. She had walked in on you two cuddling after you had accidentally fallen asleep one late night; she had been sworn to secrecy and had proven tight-lipped since.

You hand the flowers over to your lover before grabbing his hands, pulling him lightly over towards his bed, curtains pulled back to allow in the failing light of the evening through the windows to shine across the silken sheets you two had spent many nights entangled in together.

“What has gotten into you today, my love?” Jinyoung asks, following along pliantly, always willing to follow your lead and whims. He so rarely was able to let go, trust another, and go with the flow – only when he was with you was he able to let down his guard and truly feel.

“Nothing in particular, my prince, only my love for you.” You settle onto the edge of the bed, pulling him to stand between your legs, wrapping your arms around his waist to hold him close. He drapes his arms over your shoulders, looking down at where you sit before him with a look like sheer reverence across his features.

“I should continue to fan that fire if it leads to moments like this.” He whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. You hold him close, relishing in the feeling of his lips pressed to yours, his tongue flicking against your own, his hands running up and down your shoulders and back, as though he couldn’t get enough of touching you.

“I would not complain.” You whisper back when he finally pulls away, a look of thought and concentration passing behind his eyes. “What is on your mind, my prince? I can see that something is troubling you.”

Jinyoung only shakes his head, smiling down at you with love and care.

“Nothing is troubling me, my love. It is only that, I have recently been thinking about how we keep our love a secret. I know that I have said that I do not wish for them to take you from me, while I still only have the power of a prince. However, the many times in which my mother tries to push me into new courtships is growing, and she has expressed fear that I will not be wed before taking the throne. I know that day is many moons off, but I begin to wonder whether it isn’t time that we finally tell the world about our love.” His face begins to glow with the idea, his voice rising with each word as though breathing life into the idea has sparked a flame that will not flicker, fed a stream that will not stop raging.

You reach a hand up, cradling his cheek as you grin back up at the prince. You had voiced several times your undying love for him, and him back to you, but you had resolved to spend many more days hidden away, sneaking your love, until he was king and no one could stop the two of you.

You had believed that his mother would be understanding – she had tried so many times to find a suitor for her son that you were sure she would be happy with nearly anyone that her son had picked to carry his heart. Jinyoung, on the other hand, was skeptical and afraid, after hearing the many mean things that other royals had said about other royals who had married or paired up “below their rank”.

To finally hear Jinyoung say that he was ready to tell the world, haters be damned, had your heart soaring out of your chest, feeling as though you couldn’t breathe with the happiness coursing through your veins.

You pull Jinyoung down on top of you, peppering his face with kisses, almost definitely crushing the beautiful flowers that you had bought earlier in the day. Nothing else mattered than being close to the prince now, showing him exactly how much his words and feelings meant to you. You knew that some part of him was already aware of your passion for him – you had shared it plenty of times in a number of ways, but you needed to reaffirm it now, in the light of the future of your relationship.

Nothing could stop you two now.

5- Tell the World

Days later, you followed Jinyoung into the throne room where his parents are seated on their respective thrones. You had interacted with both the King and Queen in the past, but not in this capacity and not when you were about to convince them into letting you have their sons hand in marriage.

Jinyoung stops before the dais on which they’re sitting and you stop beside him, kneeling and bowing to them before standing straight. You would show deference, but not weakness.

Jinyoung smiled up at his parents, who both smiled back down at their son. They truly loved him; there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for him. You had no doubt that they would grant his wish, if he truly meant what he said.

He takes a deep breath before reaching his hand out to grasp yours. You freeze, waiting for him to explain to his parents why you were both standing before them today.

“Mom, Dad, I know that you’ve both been working very hard to find me a suitor from one of the four kingdoms who is worthy of my heart. I don’t doubt that you have worked tirelessly and did your best work to find people who are really suitable for me and who would make amazing additions to our kingdom, as they would rule beside me. However, unfortunately, the person who won and deserves my heart was in our kingdom this entire time.” He tilts his head to smile at you, his hand gripping yours tightly as if to say he would never let go. “I know that a prince and a guard sounds impossible, and I know many other Kings and Queens would never let their son marry a guard, who many deem as below us. Unlike those men and women, I know that our kingdom values all life, all people, regardless of status and blood. As long as a person is good and kind, is loving and caring, shows strength and courage, defends what they believe in and does not waver in the face of adversity or temptation, that they are worthy of the best that life has to offer. I have met no other who fits those tenants in the way that (y/n) does. They have proven loyal and kind, shown mercy and strength, done all they can to protect their loved ones while never giving up on their own beliefs. They are the only person fit to rule beside me over this kingdom when I one day ascent the throne.”

Your eyes mist over at the heavy praise you’re receiving from the love of your life. Jinyoung was always ready to share with you how much you meant to him, but you had never heard him share such sentiments to anyone else – it was nice to hear when you were alone, but something else entirely when he was telling his parents and the court guards all about his feelings. You could see his mother dab at her eyes, tearing up just as you expected her to; she truly loved and wanted the best for her son.

The one you couldn’t read was the King. He was sitting, looking over the two of you with a neutral face, as though he hadn’t heard anything that the Prince had just said. He leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows against his knees and entwining his fingers together. He hums softly, a low rumble in the otherwise quiet room, as though he’s thinking or warming up his voice for whatever he’s about to say.

The Queen is looking over at the King now, a smile on her face, as though she knows something you don’t which relaxes your shoulders just the slightest bit. If the Queen wasn’t worried, why should you be?

As though your thought sparked something in the King, he looks over at you, reaching a hand out to gesture in your direction as he finally speaks. “So, what do you have to say to all this, my knight?”

You take a deep breath, glancing over at Jinyoung, who is looking at you with those eyes that you had fallen in love with many moons again, and which always seemed to bring you to your knees before him, time and again.

“I have been raised within the walls of this kingdom, under the rule of you both, and under that philosophy and expectations that comes from this society. I have raised through the ranks to prove my worth as a guard to the royal family, to protecting those values and the people of this kingdom with my life. I have spent countless hours training to be the best person I can be, for myself, for my kingdom, for my King, but most importantly, for my Prince, who I have sworn my life to – both out loud and in my heart a million times over. I cannot swear that I have reached the point to claim those same things about myself that Jinyoung sees within me. However, I continue to try everyday to prove him right and to be worthy of him by my side. I don’t presume to be in a place to tell you how to react to our love for each other. I don’t wish to sway you by telling you lies or pressuring you with threats, or any of the things that would instantly lose me the right to stand here before you asking for Jinyoung’s hand. However, I know that you are a fair king. You look to your people to hear their stories and learn their worries, and you care about what will bring true joy back into the kingdom. I stand here today to tell you that nothing would make us happier than to be together, to have each other truly and completely, in the way that we love each other.”

You bow down after finishing your speech, showing that despite all of the things you said, you would respect whatever he ruled in this matter. It would break you to have to turn away from your Prince, but if the King truly believed it would be in his better interest not to wed you, to keep your love a secret, you would continue to spend your days hiding away, stealing glances and touches whenever the chance arose. You would not, however, let him truly be pulled from your grasp.

As you waited to hear the answer of the king, you could feel your heart beating within your chest, pounding against your rib cage as though it wished to fly back to Jinyoung, its true owner. The blood rushed in your ears and you could feel every fiber of your body thrumming with adrenaline and anticipation, knowing your whole world could crash down around you any moment.

Finally the king cleared his throat and you raised your eyes back to the graying man before you, who has a smile creasing his face which has your knees nearly dropping out from under you.

“If my son truly wishes to wed you and he has brought forth the courage to proclaim it before the courts, I see no reason to deny him the joys of love on the basis of something as trivial as status. You have proven strong in mind and body as a royal guard for many years, and the ways in which my son speaks about you shows that you continue to practice these tenets outside of the guard uniform and has me believing that you may be more worthy of the title of the Princes partner than any of the others we have brought here to woo him. I will give you my permission to court each other. Preparations can begin being made to plan the wedding to bind you two together.”

The Queen squeals with joy, leaping from her throne on the dais to raise down to her son, sweeping him into a hug. She presses kisses against his temple, stroking his hair, almost as though he was still a child that she found adorable, rather than a grown man who had just been sworn to wed. She turns to you next, pulling you into an equally strong hug, patting your back and whispering how truly happy she was and how thankful she was to have someone who could show her son the respect and love she knew he deserved.

Tears were shedding down her face, and matching ones traced down the Prince’s as he looked at you over his mother’s shoulder. He mouthed three words to you which had your throat closing up as well, your hands fisting into the queen’s dress as you try to hold back your own emotions.

You had finally won over the Prince, convinced the King and Queen to let you two be together, as you were meant to be. You had been so sure that fate would play out this way, two soulmates finding each other amongst perceived turmoil, but you still couldn’t believe that life had gone so well. You were in love with Prince Jinyoung and you swore to yourself that everyday from this day forward you would do anything to be the guard who deserved to marry the Prince.

And you never broke an oath.

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Every Damn Time

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: emotional angst-fluff

Tropes: established relationship

Warnings: mentioning of declining health of side character, main protagonist is expressing their fears over it.

Word count: 659

Author’s Note: I wrote this back in January, when this situation happened to calm myself down from the fright of it all. Naturally, this piece is a little personal.

Jinyoung barely had a moment to react, and yet he did so instinctively. Catching you before you knocked both of you to the ground, he went to laugh and asked why you were so greedy for his embrace, only to stop himself when he felt your body shudder.

Instantly, he was on red alert. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Need you,” came out with a choked sob, and Jinyoung rearranged his hold on you.

He pulled you firmly against him, caging your shaking body so you felt protected and safe. And that was enough to unleash your emotions. It killed him to have no clue why you had entered his home and ran to him like this. He wanted to rage in your honour, ask who did this to you, uncover every little detail so he could put together a plan. So he could be the one to solve this and never let it make you break like this again.

But as he continued to hold you, rocking your body and letting out soothing noises, his mind came down from the height it had gone to.

Jinyoung had been working late yesterday and into the early hours of today, which wasn’t unusual for him, and he had almost sent you a message out of habit but realised the time was late. He remembered frowning when he had seen your last active time stamp to be after one am, yet he considered you probably had struggled to sleep and then fallen into slumber eventually.

But now he wasn’t so sure. What had kept you up so late into the night? He had his suspicions, and you finally confirmed them a moment later. “She fell.”

“How?”

“I’m not sure. I was in bed and woke to a loud bang. I thought it was one of the cats and went to check, but the TV had crashed into the wall and she was completely dazed,” you said quietly, not objecting when Jinyoung gently led you to the couch and pressed you down until you sat before he crouched down in front of you.

“She’s completely fine, well, a few bruises are going to come up, but I was just so scared. I keep having these moments where I get complacent with Mum’s illness and then she declines and something like this happens and I just—” Tears welled in your eyes and he reached forward to brush them aside, your watery gaze connecting with his. “It’s only going to get worse.”

“With time. Your mother has plenty of time still.”

“I feel like I’m going out of my mind. I could barely sleep worrying something would happen as she rested. I’ve made plans to move my things out to the study nook so I can be right there if she needs me. I’m going to have to monitor her closely. It all feels so overwhelming.”

“You should have rung me. I would have come over immediately. “

You sighed, nodding softly. “I wanted you there.”

“You needed me,” he corrected, and you nodded a second time.

“I always need you. I worry the strain I’m holding will end up breaking you when I lean on you.”

Slapping a shoulder, Jinyoung cracked a grin. “Why do you think I built these up?”

It delighted him when a small, exasperated smile curled up your lips. “You fool.”

“You need me at any time of the day or night, and you know I’ll be there.”

“Really?”

“What are boyfriends for if they can’t promise that?”

“To look pretty and carry heavy things?” You pretended to ponder, and Jinyoung tsked loudly before reaching for your hands, rubbing the coolness out of them.

“I don’t ever want to let you stress to the point of crashing into me like that again. But if it does happen, I’ll catch you, okay?”

“You’ll catch me?” you repeated, eyes wide with emotion.

His throat felt tight as he nodded. “Every damn time.”

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Got7's Reaction to...Getting Caught In The Rain With You

Backstory: While out and about you get caught in a sun shower with him.

Warnings: SFW, nothing but cute fluff.

Pairings: Got7 x Reader

a/n: this new tumblr shit sucks, so there are no gifs with this. sorry 😪

Mark

He is mildly annoyed but the moment he hears your laughter he is pulling you farther into the rain and swinging you around. It turns into a wet tee shirt contest where you both win. He pulls you by his side and hurries to the car where he knows for a fact there is a jacket for himself and you to throw on. He doesn’t care that his seats are getting soaked, the smile on your face is worth it and he makes sure to drive with the heat on, so that you don’t end up sick.

“Well that was unexpected…I still think I won.”

Jaebeom

He feels dumb for not remembering that it was supposed to rain, but he’s having a good laugh as the two of you run hand in hand, trying to find somewhere to wait it out. One store offers you both some towels and he helps dry your hair and face while you do the same to him. He’s smiling like an idiot and draping the towel around your shoulders to keep warm.

“Let’s get your dry first, yeah?”

Jackson

A little rain isn’t going to hurt either of you. He would wait in the store with you and the moment the rain let up, he would peck your lips and say that he would be right back. He would run out in the rain and hurry to the car before he jumped in and drove up to the store front. Before you could even think of stepping out in the rain, Jackson would be out of the car with his jacket held high over his head. He would walk you to the car, protect your hair from getting wet and open the car door for you as well.

“Your chariot awaits!”

Jinyoung

He might be an actor but Jinyoung will never be caught in the rain, willingly. He came prepared, a simple umbrella tucked away in the pocket of his coat, so the moment it starts to pour, he is pulling you under the awning of a store. He pulls the umbrella from his pocket, shakes it out and wraps his arm around your waist with a smile on his face.

“Let’s get home before it gets worse.”

Youngjae

He wouldn’t be upset just really, really surprised. How did he miss the warning for rain? Did he not double check the weather? Like a true gentleman, he would quickly take off his jacket and hold it over both of your heads as you ran across the parking lot to get into the car. The two of you would be shouting and laughing the whole way as you end up running in puddles and still getting a little wet.

“Yah! Are you okay? Did your shoes get ruined?!”

Bambam

The pure disrespect he would feel towards Mother Nature. How dare she cry all over his Balenciaga sneakers! They are brand new! Fresh out the box! Best believe, he is grumbling the whole time the two of you run to take shelter in the closest store which just happens to be a café. You tell him to find a seat while you ask for towels and place an order for drinks and some light food. When you return to his side, Bam is pouting and you can’t help but tease him. He sucks his teeth and takes the towel you offer as you sit across from him.

“Man, this isn’t funny! We’re soaked!”

Yugyeom

It is what it is. He takes it in stride and somehow the day turns into a music video. He’s dancing in the rain, pushing his hair out of his face and moon walking in puddles. You are recording the whole thing, your laughter caught in 4k as he comes running at you, only to peck your lips and pull you in close before he starts to sway side to side.

“Put the camera down and dance with me!”

[kcake555]

Park Jinyoung cake 🍰

My mans is finally out the military 😍

[nyongsimp]

look, ducks! (pjy)

pjy x female reader word count: 1.3k genre: fluff, slice of life, first snow. warnings: idk if jinyoung likes to play in the snow, but i think it fits him, so you can take this as a warning. mature content: no. a/n: first of all; happy holidays !! i hope you have been having a delightful time, if it isn't your case i do really am sorry and hope that you can have a better time next year, sending hugs for everyone who needs and wants one !! i also wish you a happy new year 2024, it's just around the corner and it feels so bittersweet and yet is another year full of opportunities !! my best wishes go to you all !!

MASTERPOST.

summary: it's your first time spending christmas with your boyfriend, and with help of the first snow, he finds a way to make this time memorable.

Even though it was the weekend, Jinyoung had some shootings to do before finishing the last project of the year. On a regular day, you usually weren’t able to join him while he was working, but today as it was the last day scheduled before they could have a deserved Christmas break, so here you were, on set, with a huge jacket while he was reading his lines before he was called to shoot his final scenes of the day.

You have always loved the way he was so passionate about acting, reading the script as many times as he could until he could decipher the real purpose of the character he was portraying, which he often succeeded doing, leading to an amazing performance. Not only that, but the way he also was dedicated to music and how he could portray such feelings with metaphors and symbols. Jinyoung’s passions and dedication were something you have always admired him for.

The set was nice, they were recording inside a coffee shop as they needed a bit more angles here before they could call the day off. It was a nice coffee shop, very warm and pleasant to sight, the owners had to close for the day as only staff was allowed, trying to keep the most secrecy of the project before it was aired.

A couple hours later you were finally dismissed, Jinyoung going to change his character’s clothes for his own. You waited for him outside, noticing how even if there was still some sunlight, the temperature started dropping and you wished to have waited inside. Looking around to see if Jinyong was near you felt something fall in your nose; a snowflake, and that's when you notice the snow falling on the streets. You have heard of a white Christmas, but you have never actually seen—let alone live one.

“It is beautiful,” you said to yourself.

“I know, right?” Jinyoung’s voice made you jump by the sudden way he had approached you without you noticing him, he was looking at you though. He took your hand in his, “you’re freezing, why didn’t you tell me?” you shrugged, you had been in such a focused state watching the small snowflakes falling that you hadn’t even noticed how cold you actually were.

Your boyfriend, as the charming man he usually is, took both your hands in his and brought them to his mouth, blowing on them to try and make them warm. You took that as an opportunity to look at him, it had been so long since you both had time for each other—your schedules often crashing—that you wanted to try and remember as much of him as you could. His nose and cheeks were pink from the cold weather, his hair—now being covered by snow—was down, barely covering his forehead and brushing his eyes. His eyes were focused on your hands, eyelashes long and full. His soft lips were a little chapped as he had forgotten to put some chapstick before coming to the location. You were sure you were irreparably in-love with this man, not that you were complaining.

You tugged your hands to pull him closer to you and kissed him. Usually both of you were careful of the public displays of affection as the public and the media always had some comment about any celebrity’s personal life. He let you kiss him, smiling in the middle of it and never letting your hands go.

Pulling away you smiled, “let’s go, I’m freezing here.”

The snow had already painted the sidewalks and streets white, but there was still enough time for you to get home. Jinyoung let you go inside the company’s car first, and brought you closer to him, causing his manager to roll his eyes. Jinyoung’s manager was one of the first ones to know that you were seriously dating a few months ago, and he didn’t really complain about it but he always enjoyed messing up with Jinyoung.

Once at the company, you both went to Jinyoung’s car after saying goodbye and wishing happy holidays to the staff. The sun had set a few minutes ago and now you were engulfed by the night, you were glad that you were close to home as the snowy weather made driving a little more difficult.

After a few minutes you arrived at your destination, happy to spend more time with the person you loved the most. As soon as you walked through the doors, you felt Jinyoung relax, his schedules had been so hectic these last weeks that you had seen him only once when he was deeply asleep after two full days of shooting. You took off both your jackets and hanged them by the door.

“You fancy some hot chocolate?” you hugged him, and he sighed in content.

A moment later both of you were tucked in bed holding each a hot chocolate, and after you finished your drink you fell asleep.

Opening your eyes, you knew Jinyoung wasn’t in bed. He had always told you how much he loves snow, and you were sure he was getting dressed to go and play with it. You, on the other hand, on days where it was very cold like this, wanted to stay at home and eat as much warm food— like soups and broths—as you could. However, if Jinyoung wanted to go and play with snow, you didn’t see any harm in doing that.

Getting up from bed, you started looking for your boyfriend, only to find him already outside making a small snowman. You put on warmer clothes and went out to him, noticing how it wasn’t a snowman he was building. Walking closer to him, you also noticed a beautifully fresh made heart on the snow to which your man was taking a picture.

“I was wondering,” now it was your turn to surprise him, he looked back at you and smiled, “where could Jinyoung be this early, he doesn’t have any schedule I’m aware of. I even thought of sending a text to your manager to know if it was a last minute shooting,” you dramatized at the same time Jinyoung fixed your scarf.

“I’m sorry, it’s just—look, ducks!” he moved aside, letting you see the snow ducks he had made. Jinyoung had bought a snow-duck-maker or however that is called, considering you had never seen one before. “You told me that you had never seen snow before, so I thought of surprising you with this.”

Your mouth opened in surprise, it was so beautiful. There were two ducks together and then some more behind them. You wondered how long Jinyoung had been outside doing snow ducks, smiling at the thought. Taking your phone out and taking a mitten off, you decided to take some candid pictures of Jinyoung doing snow ducks. You loved the way his eyes lit up when he showed you his creation. Photos meant a lot for both of you, and you knew the moment he noticed you taking him some, he would take you some as well.

Deciding that it was enough, you put your mitten back on and kept your phone on the front bag of your jacket before starting to make a snowball. It was odd, feeling how the snow started melting through the knitted mittens. Then, you threw that snowball at your boyfriend, caughting him off guard.

Jinyoung fell on his ass, “hey!” you stuck your tongue at him and then proceeded to throw him another snowball. “Alright, it’s on!” he replied laughing while making a bigger snowball.

[florriebell]

The Romeo of the 21st century

Jinyoung X Leitora

Gênero: Fluff/ Romance

Avisos: Nenhum

Contagem de palavras: 711

Em homenagem ao meu homem que acabou de sair do exército resolvi escrever essa fic, inclusive a primeira que posto aqui (não sei se está boa). Espero que gostem 💚🥺

“Minha generosidade é tão ilimitada quanto o mar, meu amor é tão profundo; quanto mais te dou, mais tenho, pois ambos são infinitos.” - Shakespeare

Você o olha com devoção enquanto Jinyoung está com uma carranca preocupado com você. Você se encontra no apartamento dele, sentada na cadeira da cozinha, com o joelho ferido o observando preparar uma gaze com soro para estancar o ferimento. Parecia mais que você tivesse sido baleada. Porque a forma que Jinyoung se sentia culpado e a maneira que estava agindo sobre a situação toda, não passava de um grande exagero.

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Ele tinha acabado de ser despensado do exército, fazia muito tempo que vocês não se viam pessoalmente. Você estava fazendo um projeto no exterior e por mais que às vezes ele fosse liberado em algum dia do mês, era difícil se encontrarem. Desde o momento que se ele se alistou, você não veria a hora que tudo aquilo acabasse e felizmente acabou. Contactando Bambam e Yugyeom vocês combinaram de fazer uma surpresa para ele assim que fosse liberado. A realidade é que você se atrasou e os meninos o encontram primeiro. No momento que você chegou no local, você o viu se socializando e conversando animadamente com os amigos enquanto se despia de outros, assim que você olhou pra ele, ele te olhou de volta. Alegre por ter visto a sua figura, ele abriu aquele sorriso doce que só ele tinha.

Você estava tão eufórica por o vê, que saiu correndo em sua direção e no meio do caminho se estabanou no chão. Você pode vê em slow motion o sorriso de Jinyoung se transformar em um O com a boca. O buquê de tulípas azuis que você tinha preparado teve o mesmo destino que você. No momento você quis chorar de vergonha, ainda mais sabendo que Bambam e Yugyeom nunca deixaria você esquecer daquilo, o grupo todo futuramente saberia.

Mas isso nada importava, o seu homem veio correndo te socorrer, perguntando mil vezes se você estava bem com o semblante chocado pela situação. Você não se importou com o ocorrido, nem mesmo notou a dor, você só queria felicita-ló e abraço-ló e assim o fez, mesmo no chão. Você entregou as flores amassadas e Jinyoung te beijou amorosamente e emocionado, enquanto Yugyeom e Bambam tirava foto de vocês ao mesmo tempo que riam e celebravam escandalosamente. Era um dia feliz.

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Ele se ajoelha na altura do seu joelho, passando soro para limpar o ferimento.

— Dói? - ele diz.

Você dramatiza, soltando um gemido exagerado mas era puro fingimento. Na realidade, estava sentindo só um pequeno ador, mas não admitiria pois queria a atenção do seu amado.

— Dói. Muito.

Ele começa a soprar vagarosamente.

E você começa a duvidar de si mesma e se perguntar se na verdade não é uma masoquista maluca, porque a forma que aquele homem te olhava, assoprando ar quente no local machucado enquanto segurava firme a sua coxa, estava te trazendo sensações utópicas.

— Droga, amor. Por que você teve que correr?

Você sentia falta dele, do seu tom de voz, do seu toque, do seu sorriso. Tudo, todo ele.

— Não pude me conter, quando te vi com aquele uniforme só me veio em mente pular em você.

Ele rir e você sabe que não era pelo comentário, mas sim porque ele se lembrou do ocorrido mais cedo. Você levanta as sobrancelhas e o encara, ele não se segura e solta um riso tão contagiante que é capaz de afastar todas as suas dores.

— O que? Ter uma namorada estabanada é tão engraçado assim?

— Desculpa, você é tão fofa, porém eu me sinto mal, se eu pudesse transferia toda a sua dor pra mim.

Você sorri, ele faria se fosse possível.

— Sim, eu sinto muita dor.

Ele termina com o curativo e se levanta dando um beijo singelo em sua testa.

— Bom é isso. Eu tinha outros planos pra gente hoje a noite. Pelo visto terão que ser adiados...

Você arregala os olhos. Você não ansiou por meses o toque do seu namorado pra deixar que um arranhão estragasse tudo.

— Não é pra tanto, Jinyoung! Você se lembra quando te contei como adquiri a cicatriz enorme na minha coxa? E...

Ele te olhava atentamente, sorrindo e prestando atenção em toda sua explicação mal fajuta. Ele sentia saudades disso, saudades de você, saudades de casa.

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Nineteen

My Idol from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

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You ran your hands lightly over Chan's scalp as he napped on your thighs. His hair wasn't styled, hidden underneath a beanie most of the day, so his natural curls were sticking out in all manner of odd directions. He snored lightly, his plush lips open just enough to let the sound escape.

You had kissed those lips.

Smiling to yourself, you looked out of the car window. When you had started out your day with Hyunjin (of all people), you hadn't expected that you would cross this line with Chan.

You tried not to think too hard about the implications of what this meant. While this was likely a step in the right direction for your relationship with him, what did it mean for the other relationships? If the other contestants tuned in, how would they feel to see you kissing another man? Would they feel pressured to kiss you? Or would you feel the pressure to kiss them?

More than that though, you were starting to worry over the fan reaction. If they were already volatile, would they step it up to new and creative levels? Would you have to worry even more about your safety and the safety of the people around you?

You glanced back down to the arm that Chan had nestled safely against his chest. It was wrapped in a soft cast, partially hidden by his sweater. Hyunjin had clued you in to Chan's hospital visit the night before, so you weren't surprised when he took you up on your offer to be a pillow while he napped. He had just as long of a night as you.

After pressing him a bit more, you discovered that he was originally meant to join you at the date's beginning, but instead, he was shuttled back to JYP. He wouldn't go into the details, but his managers wanted to pull him from the program.

You don't know what you would have done if he hadn't talked them into backing down. The show without Chan would have severely dampened your experience. You had to remind yourself, as much as you enjoyed his presence, you still had three other, just as wonderful men waiting for you. You had firework types of feelings for him, but he couldn't be the end all, be all. Not yet.

As the My Idol SUV pulled up to your hotel, you began to run your fingers lightly over Chan's arm. "Hey, sleepyhead."

Blinking up at you, it took him a moment to realize where he was. A slow smile spread across his face. "We're still on our date."

"I mean, technically," you laughed.

Slowly easing himself up, he assessed his surroundings before shoving his beanie back over his head. "Do you think...um...maybe could I come by and see Junior before I head back to my room?"

Your lips immediately began to say yes, but you paused as you remembered the answer wasn't entirely your own. You waited patiently for Hyuk to realize his answer weighed more than yours. Just because Insu allowed Chan to visit before, didn't mean Hyuk would do the same.

"If you're waiting for my response," Hyuk grumbled. "I don’t consider it an issue."

"Really?" you chuckled.

"Unless the young man smuggled a shiv onto the date, there is no concern for your safety," he continued. "And yes, Mr. Bang, I am familiar with your music, and am aware that you have shivs."

"I - um - that was a metaphor, sir," Chan stuttered. "I don't have any weapons on my person."

"Then perhaps you shouldn't reflect that in your lyrics," Hyuk sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the two of you. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Weapons, even wielded by your dates, were no laughing matter. "It gives you a reputation."

Hyuk was a bit of a weird guy, but you didn't mind him. He was like that one slightly off uncle who knew a little too much, but you'd trust with your life. Just like Insu, he was one of the few people on the My Idol team that you could rely on.

"I'll definitely consider that moving forward, sir," Chan nodded, his spine straight as he addressed Hyuk. As he glanced over to you, you tried to hide your amusement with the whole situation.

"Let's get going then," Hyuk hummed, opening the car door and hopping out. You and Chan exited as well, following Hyuk like baby ducks.

As soon as Chan had been sighted heading toward the lobby, you heard the fans across the street begin to scream. Immediately whipping your head around, your eyes darted in every direction. At this point, it was almost an instinctual reaction to feel anxious whenever fans were in a mile radius. You hated to admit it, but you were scared.

"Hey, we're okay," you heard Chan's voice in your ear. You hadn't realized that in the time it took to survey your surroundings, you had come to a complete stop. Navigating you by your shoulders, Chan gently led you to the hotel's revolving doors.

"Sorry," you croaked, shaking your head as soon as you entered the building. "I just got...kind of lost for a second there."

"Understandable," Chan acknowledged. "I won't stay long. You need your rest too."

A part of you wilted at that comment. It wouldn't be fair to either of you to hold him up, but you were going to miss his calming presence. After the mess that was the voting special, these guys had become one of your main sources of comfort (and you hoped that they felt the same about you.) It would be another few days before you would go on your next date, which meant you could recharge, but you hated being alone with your own thoughts.

Headed up to your floor, the elevator was quiet. You weren't sure if it was because Chan was trying to avoid any more of Hyuk's judgement or if you had made things awkward back down in the lobby. You really hoped it was the first option.

Stepping out and into your hallway, it remained quiet until Hyuk had finally unlocked your door. Much like Insu, he took up post with the door open, keeping an eye on any funny business that may be going on (inside of the room, and out).

"Junior!" Chan whisper shouted as he waddled across the room and dropped to his knees. "He's gotten so big!"

"Has he?" you hummed, leaning against the edge of the bed. Tilting your head, you squinted at the aquarium. "I guess he has gotten a little bigger?"

"You know," Chan said excitedly, his eyes never leaving Jinki for a second. "Goldfish will grow as big as the enclosure you keep them in. We could get him a whole pond and he would be a monster!"

You chuckled, shaking your head at how cute he was. "I think it'll be a while before we invest in a pond exclusively for Jinki."

"You're right," Chan nodded thoughtfully. "He'll need brothers and sisters by then too."

"Are we already discussing extending the family?" you gasped. "On the second date?"

Chan turned to face you, his grin wide on his face. "Too soon?"

"Okay," Hyuk sighed from the door, checking his watch. "We'll be switching guards soon, so it's a good time to get moving."

"Yes sir," Chan agreed, standing and straightening out his posture again. You supposed since he wasn't able to meet your real father yet, Hyuk would be the person he was trying to impress. "Thank you for letting me come by."

"Thanks, Hyuk," you echoed.

Hyuk nodded before waving the two of you off. Shifting toward the hallway, he began to exchange words with someone just out of sight.

Without any warning, Chan pulled you up toward him and wrapped his arms around you for a tight hug. "I'll see you soon."

Your response died in your throat as his lips were on yours again, this time the kiss soft and chaste. Pulling away with an instant smirk, Chan looked into your eyes. "Rest well, okay?"

You nodded dumbly, completely taken aback by all that was Chan. He gave your shoulder one last squeeze before heading toward the door.

"You too," you said weakly, not even sure if he could hear you.

Making his way around Hyuk, you were surprised when the older man grabbed him by the elbow, slowly walking him back into the room.

"And who hired you?" you heard Hyuk ask, his voice deadly serious.

"Choi Insu," the disembodied voice answered back. You shuffled your way over to get a better vantage of what was happening. It was pivotal to remain out of view so you could watch more openly.

The man standing before your door was at least a head, maybe two taller than Hyuk and Chan. His build was disturbingly wide, everything about him intimidating. He gazed into your room casually, as if he had been there before.

Well, that was unsettling.

You felt your heartbeat begin to ramp up as the anxiety took hold. Reaching forward, your fingertips grabbed at the back of Chan's shirt, urging him to take another step back.

"Choi Insu?" Hyuk said. "We don't work with a Choi Insu."

The stranger looked as if he was going to vomit.

"We work with a Kang Insu-" Hyuk corrected, but the stranger instantly cut him off.

"That's who I meant," he chuckled. "Sorry, I don't really have things quite locked in yet."

Insu had instructed you to stay vigilant. This whole encounter was raising red flag after red flag. You wanted to figure out the best way to slam the door in this dude's face and hide away forever.

"When did you start?" Hyuk continued.

Something about this question finally made your warning click in Chan's head as he finally took the few backward strides to stand at your side.

"What's going on?" you whispered, trying to keep the strange man in your line of sight.

"He says he's my new bodyguard," Chan said quietly. "I've never seen him before...and something just...doesn't feel right."

Phasing back into the conversation happening in front of you, you noticed the stranger had become increasingly twitchy.

"Surely you don't mind if I give him a quick call," Hyuk sighed, acting as if this was a normal Saturday evening for him. Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, he tapped at it before placing it to his ear.

"Insu, hi," Hyuk chimed. "Yeah, I have this young man here-"

Before he could even get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth, the man made a break for it. Moving with surprising speed for his size, he was out of sight before you could even blink.

"Stay here," Hyuk barked, yanking the door behind him.

You looked to Chan with wide eyes, your heart dropping to your toes. What had just happened?

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After waiting about an hour, both of you too shocked to do anything except sit side by side on the edge of the bed, Chan's actual bodyguard appeared at the door.

"You're okay," he groaned, visibly relaxing as he put eyes on Chan. "Thank God."

"I could say the same," Chan said, voice gravelly.

"I think I speak for the both of us when I say, what the fuck?" you gasped, surging from the bed.

"We're going to have a debrief later-"

"You're going to have a debrief now!" you said, almost in hysterics. You felt Chan's arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you into his side.

"We've been in here with no updates after a strange man went bolting from the room," you continued. "After he initially tried to take Chan with him I might add."

"We caught the guy," Chan's bodyguard explained. "He's being questioned by our team, as well as the police. I legitimately thought he was a new bodyguard to relieve me from my shift. I take ownership of that being my mistake."

"Your mistake!" you shouted. "Do you realize what your mistake could have caused."

"Hey, hey," Chan cooed, stroking your shoulder. "I'm sure he's already been beaten up about-"

"I don't care!" you continued. "You just let anyone stroll in off the street and walk away with your idols? What if Hyuk hadn't stopped him? Where would Chan be right now?"

"That's why we have checks in place," the bodyguard croaked, his frame shrinking as you berated him. "He has to go through multiple people to get to this point."

"Urgh," you cried, clenching your fists. This was way too much.

"We'll have more answers for you soon, I promise," the bodyguard said, his eyes glassy. It looked as if he was nearly driven to tears.

Good, you hoped he felt the guilt down to his bones.

"Fine," you snapped, the fight slowly giving way to exhaustion. "I guess we don't have a choice."

'I'll send Insu your way," the bodyguard offered. "He'll know more, I promise."

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Too bad that even Insu didn't have proper answers for you.

"Tell me again," you implored, refusing to even look at him. He was technically part of the bigger problem.

"He works for someone, but refused to tell us who," he said for what had to have been the fifth time. "He's being held until he decides he wants to thaw a bit to answer our questions."

"How did he get in?"

Insu was silent for a moment. "He walked in."

"He walked in," you repeated. "HE WALKED IN?!"

"He tossed his paper work as he ran, but it was all recovered," Insu said. "Everything looked correct unless you really dug into it."

"So why didn't you? Why didn't anyone?" you whined, keeping your focus on the city streets flying past your window.

"I wasn't here, Y/N," Insu said slowly. "If I was, I promise it wouldn't have gotten as far as it did."

"You need people you can trust," you implored. "You can't be everywhere, all the time."

"Until I found out exactly who is letting these things happen," Insu growled. "I'm going to have to be."

Just as you were about to pepper him with the next round of questions, the My Idol SUV slowed to a stop. Hopping out before he would have to say anything else, Insu held the door open wider for you.

"I'm sorry, but where are we?" you croaked, not getting out. "And who approved this?"

Insu outright laughed before motioning for you to step out of the vehicle.

"I really don't mean to seem high maintenance," you continued, not budging. "But there is literally a dead rat next to your Oxford."

This caused your bodyguard to look down with disinterest. Shaking his head, he glanced up at you again. "Y/N, get out of the car."

"I will when I don't hear police sirens," you hissed. "Which might be awhile."

"Look," he chuckled. "The security team sussed out this location before-"

"Oh, did they?" you cut in. "The same security team someone tried to infiltrate a few days ago?"

This caused Insu to fall quiet. The incident that had happened with Chan was another example of how things were going terribly wrong from a safety standpoint. The attacks also seemed to be getting closer and closer.

"Okay," Insu hummed, reigning in his irritation. "I deserved that."

You felt bad for a moment. He wasn't even on duty when everything had happened. As the scenario played back in your head, you knew that even if he wasn't actively working at the time, he was somewhat responsible for vetting and planning all things surrounding security. You were allowed to give him a little bit of grief.

"You did," you chirped, finally stepping out of the SUV and immediately clinging to his side. It was bad enough that you were now fearing for your life in even the best situations, but now? You were in an awful part of town, standing in front of a building that looked like it had seen much better days.

"What is this place?" you whispered. "A haunted house?"

You had consumed the slightest bit of Korean media in your day and thinking that San, Jackson, or Jungkook would be taking you to a haunted house was a stretch. Well, maybe not Jungkook, but surely, he wouldn't be doing that with you on a second date, right?

"It's a hotel," Insu clarified. "A very nice one in fact."

You blinked up at him, mouth slightly ajar. "I just watched a shutter actively fall off one of the windows."

"Just watch," Insu said, leading you toward the paint peeled front doors. "And trust."

"You're so lucky that I have so few people to trust around here," you muttered. "And if this leads to my death, I'm going to haunt the shit out of you."

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This was absolutely one of the shadiest set ups for a date you had ever been on.

Leave it to My Idol.

Standing in front of the door marked with a large 7, the light above you flickered, maybe because this place was a shit hole or maybe for dramatic effect.

Inserting the key into the lock (no form of electronic access had you a bit concerned) you turned it until you heard an audible click. Taking a deep breath, you pushed gently against the handle.

Squinting as you walked in, you were taken aback by the interior of the room. If the outside of the hotel was a post-apocalyptic hellscape, the inside was easily four stars.

"What the fuck," you muttered, following a trail of flower petals into the larger part of the suite. A table with plush chairs greeted you first, snacks and drinks of every type lined across the surface. Looking further into the room, past the dining area, was a sitting area. Couches that looked entirely too comfortable faced each other, a small coffee table in between. That was stacked with board games, movies, and even more snacks. Just past the couches, you could see out and onto the balcony. This was not any normal balcony though, no, it came fully equipped with your own personal pool and hot tub.

Spinning on your heel, you stepped gingerly toward the bedroom. This wasn't a weekend date, so you were surprised by how luxurious it all was.

As soon as you crossed the threshold, you let out an embarrassingly loud scream.

A man you recognized as Jinyoung from Got7 lounged seductively across the impeccably white bed, surrounded by candles and fairy lights. You lifted your brows, unsure of what to do with him as he watched you.

This would be so much easier if you weren't jump scared by an aggressively handsome man.

The continued silence seemed to amuse him though, his smirk growing wider by the second. "Y/N?"

Sounded like your name, but in this fever dream, you weren't quite sure anymore.

With a lack of response, Jinyoung could only chuckle. "Ready for a sleepover?"