#got7 bambam oneshot

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A DEAL OF CONVENIENCE — myoui mina

❝ you're my spouse on paper, however you're not my responsibility.❞

synopsis — caught in an arranged marriage with the cold and calculating myoui mina, a reluctant heir must navigate the world of power, family expectations, and a growing attraction that neither of them wanted.

word count ! — 7.06k

—myoui mina x reader !

notice — heavily inspired by @neoplatinum and a bit of queen of tears.

disclaimer ! — this story contains themes of infidelity, toxic family dynamics, and angst balanced with moments of reconciliation and growth. before diving into this story, i want to make it clear that i am not glamorizing toxic relationships, infidelity, or abusive family dynamics. additionally, the portrayal of the idols in this story is entirely fictional and does not reflect their real personalities or lives.

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the restaurant was a masterpiece in itself—a panoramic view of the city below, chandeliers sparkling like stolen starlight, and an air so heavy with exclusivity it almost choked you.

but it was the silence that truly got under your skin.

across the table, myoui mina sat with her hands neatly folded, her mother’s diamond-laden wrist resting lightly on her shoulder. the matriarch’s smile was polite but predatory, a practiced expression honed through decades of social maneuvering. mina’s expression, by contrast, was unreadable, her dark eyes focused on you like she was cataloging your every reaction.

“let’s not waste time,” mrs. myoui began, her voice smooth and precise, cutting through the quiet like a scalpel. “we’re here to propose a mutually beneficial arrangement. mina… needs a spouse of significant standing, someone with the competence to support her position. naturally, we thought of you.”

you blinked, barely suppressing the urge to laugh. “naturally?” you repeated, your tone dipping into disbelief. “with all due respect, mrs. myoui, i’m not interested in being a pawn in your… dynasty plans.”

mina’s gaze flickered, just for a second, but her mother’s smile never faltered. “…i understand your reservations. but this is not merely for us. your family stands to gain considerably as well. surely your father has discussed this with you?”

your stomach twisted at the mention of your father, the inevitable weight of his expectations pressing down like an iron shackle. you forced a thin smile. “what i do, mrs. myoui, is practice law. my involvement in my family’s business is minimal. i prefer to keep it that way.”

mrs. myoui’s smile finally cracked, just enough to reveal a glimmer of impatience. “that’s precisely the issue. you’re squandering your potential. but with mina by your side, you’ll have every opportunity to—”

“no.”

the word left your mouth before you could second-guess it. “with all due respect, mrs. myoui,” you added, trying to rein in your frustration, “i’d prefer to find someone who actually loves me.”

mrs. myoui’s gaze hardened, though her smile remained in place. “love is a luxury, not a necessity, in our world. and frankly, one i’m sure you’ll come to understand.” her voice was clipped now, her patience wearing thin. “but perhaps you need time to reflect on your priorities. this is an opportunity you’d be foolish to waste.”

she stood, adjusting her shawl, the subtle but deliberate shift of power unmistakable. mina rose with her, her expression still unreadable as she followed her mother out of the restaurant. you clenched your fists under the table, the quiet crack of glass snapping you back to the moment. the remnants of your drink scattered across the polished surface, a faint reflection of your anger.

------

the office door slammed shut behind you, the echo ringing in the silence that followed. your father stood in the middle of the room, his posture stiff, jaw clenched so tightly you thought it might crack. he didn’t need to speak—the storm was already brewing in his eyes.

“do you even comprehend what you’ve done?” he started, his voice eerily calm, the kind of calm that preceded an explosion.

you didn’t flinch, meeting his gaze with a defiance that felt more fragile than it looked. “i told you before, i won’t let you decide my life. not this time.”

his hand lashed out before you could process the movement. the slap wasn’t just a physical sting—it was a sharp, brutal reminder of your place in his world.

“you ungrateful child!” his voice rose, cracking like a whip in the heavy air. “everything you have, everything you are, is because of this family. and this is how you repay me? by throwing it all away?”

your head snapped to the side, the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth. your first instinct was to clench your fists, to hold your ground. but as his words continued, their weight pressed down harder than any blow could.

“i built this empire from nothing,” he sneered, his finger jabbing in your direction. “and you think you can waltz out, turn your back on it, just because you’re playing at being a lawyer?”

“it’s not playing,” you shot back, your voice rough and shaking. “it’s my life. my choice.”

another strike—this time a fist to your shoulder, sending you stumbling back against the desk. pain flared, sharp and unrelenting, but you didn’t let him see the tears threatening to spill over.

“you don’t have a choice,” he hissed. “not as long as you carry my name. you will marry myoui mina, and you will do it without complaint. or else—”

“or else what?” you interrupted, your voice rising despite yourself. “you’ll ruin me? take away everything I’ve worked for? you’ve already done that.”

his laughter was cold, bitter. “ruin you? you’ve done that to yourself. now get out of my sight before i do something i regret.”

you didn’t wait for him to change his mind. you left the room, your steps shaky but purposeful. as soon as the door closed behind you, you leaned against the wall, breathing hard. your shoulder ached, your cheek throbbed, but the worst pain was the helplessness clawing at your chest.

------

the next day started like any other, except it wasn’t. you swiped your card at the entrance of the office, and the machine beeped red. again, you tried, frowning as you wiped it against your pant leg and swiped once more. red.

“uh, excuse me?” you called to the receptionist. her name was mei—someone you usually exchanged pleasantries with on your way in. she looked up, startled, then glanced nervously at her computer.

“i… i’m sorry,” she stammered, “but it seems your access has been revoked.”

“revoked?” your voice sharpened. “that’s a mistake. i'm the head director.”

she swallowed hard, nodding as if to agree but not daring to meet your eyes. “you’ll have to check with mr. (Ln).”

an hour later, after what felt like an eternity of waiting outside the hr manager’s office, you finally got your answer. or rather, the lack of one. “your credentials have been deactivated. i’m not authorized to provide further details,” the manager said, her tone clipped and impersonal.

“you’re not authorized? this is my job. my office. i deserve an explanation,” you pressed, your frustration bubbling over.

her expression didn’t waver. “you’ll have to speak with your father about this.”

those words were the final confirmation. you left the building, the weight of it all crashing down on you. your office, your cases, your colleagues—it was all gone, just like that. erased. your father’s hand was all over this, a calculated move to corner you.

as you stepped onto the street, the world felt louder than usual. the sounds of traffic and chatter blurred together, a stark contrast to the silence that had taken over your life. with nowhere else to go, you headed for the batting cages. you needed to hit something, anything, just to feel in control again.

-----

baseball had always been your escape. the rhythmic crack of the bat against the ball, the familiar burn in your muscles, the steady stream of pitches from the machine—all of it helped drown out the noise in your head.

you were mid-swing when she appeared. mina, in a tailored coat and heels, looking absurdly out of place against the dusty field and worn equipment. she was a sharp contrast to the sweat and grime clinging to you, her pristine presence a reminder of the gulf between your worlds.

“you missed,” she remarked coldly, her voice slicing through the air as you struck the next pitch. the ball ricocheted off the cage, and you turned to her, your expression dark.

“what do you want?” your tone was sharp, the frustration of the last few days spilling over.

mina didn’t flinch. her gaze was steady, assessing, as if calculating how much effort this conversation was worth. “to end this childish act of defiance,” she said bluntly. “sign the contract. stop wasting everyone’s time.”

you gritted your teeth, gripping the bat tighter. “is that how you talk to everyone you’re trying to convince to marry you?”

“only the ones who are being stubborn.” her reply was smooth, but there was a flicker of irritation in her eyes. “you’re not the only one with things to lose here. do you think i want to be stuck with someone so… obstinate?”

“then why me?” you asked, your voice rising. “there are better options. people who’d jump at the chance to be your spouse. why drag me into this?”

she stepped closer, her heels sinking slightly into the dirt. “because you’re not entirely useless,” she said, her tone icy. “and unlike the others, you’re not a liability. that’s all that matters.”

her words hit harder than they should have, and you swung at the next pitch with more force than necessary. the ball flew into the net, the impact reverberating up your arms. “well, forgive me if i don’t find that flattering.”

mina sighed, brushing an invisible speck of dust from her coat. “you’re impossible.” she turned to leave, her voice carrying over her shoulder. “but mark my words—you’ll come around. whether you like it or not.”

you watched her walk away, the tension in your chest coiling tighter. the bat slipped from your hands, clattering to the ground. as the machine wound up for another pitch, you stood there, frozen, the weight of her words pressing down like a stone.

-----

the ballroom shimmered with opulence, the soft hum of conversation weaving through the air as glasses clinked and laughter punctuated the atmosphere. this wasn’t just any gathering—it was a display of power, a convergence of families whose names carried weight in every corner of the country.

you kept to the periphery, your discomfort masked by a neutral expression. you were here as a formality, the dutiful pawn in a game much larger than yourself. yet, despite your efforts to blend into the wallpaper, your eyes were drawn to the center of the room.

there she was.

myoui mina, the woman you were being forced to marry. she stood effortlessly poised, the epitome of control. her black dress was understated yet breathtaking, paired with diamonds that seemed to reflect her icy demeanor.

what caught your attention wasn’t just her—it was the man beside her. bambam. you recognized him instantly: the charismatic heir to an entertainment conglomerate. his easy laughter grated on your nerves as he leaned in, speaking to mina with a familiarity that felt out of place. she tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a faint, polite smile.

your grip tightened around your champagne glass. it wasn’t jealousy—no, that would imply you cared. this was something else, an irritation that churned in your chest.

her words from before replayed in your mind: “but mark my words—you’ll come around. whether you like it or not.”

a bitter taste filled your mouth, but you couldn’t deny it—she’d been right.

before you knew it, you were crossing the room.

mina’s gaze flicked toward you as you approached, her expression calm but her body tensing ever so slightly. bambam noticed you too, his smile broadening as if he’d just been let in on a joke.

“and here comes the mystery partner,” bambam quipped, his tone light but edged with curiosity. “mina, you didn’t tell me your companion was here tonight.”

mina’s lips parted to respond, but you cut in. “a private matter,” you said, your voice steady. “can i talk to my fiancé?”

bambam raised an eyebrow but stepped back with a shrug. “i’ll leave you two to it. always a pleasure, mina.”

as soon as he walked away, you turned to her, your voice dropping. “care to explain what that was about?”

mina’s eyes narrowed slightly, her voice as sharp as the diamonds she wore. “i don’t owe you an explanation.”

“don’t you?” you countered, struggling to keep your tone even. “we’re here to sign a contract, and you’re out there chatting up—”

“a family friend,” she interjected, her tone cold. “you’re making a scene over nothing.”

your jaw clenched. “this isn’t nothing. do you even care how this looks?”

she stepped closer, her voice low but laced with condescension. “looks? you’re worried about appearances now?” her lips curled into a faint smirk. “you’ve finally caught up, haven’t you? maybe you’re not as stubborn as you pretend to be.”

the words were a knife twisting in your chest because, deep down, you knew she was right. every choice had led you here, and no matter how much you hated it, there was no turning back.

you exhaled sharply, reining in your frustration. “fine. where’s the damn thing?”

mina’s smirk didn’t falter as she produced the document from her bag, her movements deliberate, almost taunting. she held it out to you, her hand steady.

“go ahead,” she said, her tone detached but cutting. “sign it. make it official. i told you—you’d come around.”

the pen felt heavy as you signed, the weight of each stroke pressing into your chest like a stone.

“congratulations,” you said bitterly. “we’re officially partners in misery.”

mina took the paper back, her eyes scanning it briefly before folding it and tucking it away. she didn’t say a word, her expression unreadable as she turned on her heel and rejoined the crowd.

you stayed behind, the noise of the party fading into the background as you stared after her. you hated the smug satisfaction she wore like another piece of jewelry. but most of all, you hated that she was right.

-----

the ceremony was as grand as you’d expected—ornate floral arrangements lined the aisle, the scent of white lilies suffocating in its sweetness. the pews were filled with people who barely mattered to you, their expressions either bored or falsely polite.

your palms felt clammy despite the coolness of the cathedral. you hated this—every moment, every forced smile, every expectation weighing down on your shoulders.

your father’s voice was low but firm as he leaned in close, his hand gripping your shoulder.

“this is your chance to redeem yourself,” he said, his tone laced with authority. “play your part, and you’ll have your title—and your life—back.”

you nodded stiffly, your jaw tightening as his words sank in. his grip lingered, a silent warning. you hated the weight of his expectations, but you hated the sense of inevitability even more.

as he walked away to join a group of other high-profile guests, you caught movement from the corner of your eye. mina stood near the entrance, her gaze fixed on you, her expression unreadable but sharp, as if she’d overheard every word.

you turned away quickly, adjusting your cuffs in an attempt to ignore the way her presence made your skin prickle.

the ceremony began soon after, the sound of traditional music filling the hall as family elders stepped forward, placing ceremonial heirloom decorations on you. the intricate gold and jade pieces felt heavy, their symbolism not lost on you. it was a visual reminder of what this marriage meant—a merging of legacies, not lives.

as the officiant called for silence, your eyes scanned the crowd. mina’s family sat in the front row, their posture mirroring her composed elegance. her father gave you a curt nod, while her mother’s smile was thin and calculating.

your own family wasn’t much better. your father was in his element, mingling with the likes of minatozaki sana, who greeted him with a laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. hirai momo and park jihyo exchanged pleasantries with the other guests, while nayeon and chaeyoung seemed more interested in observing the dynamics than participating. bambam, of course, was here too, his charm drawing smiles from every corner of the room—except yours.

the music shifted, signaling mina’s entrance.

when she appeared at the end of the aisle, the room fell silent. she was a vision, her gown shimmering with delicate embroidery that caught the light. diamonds adorned her neck, wrists, and ears, each piece selected to showcase her status.

your chest tightened as she approached, her steps deliberate and her face a mask of calm detachment. she looked straight ahead, her expression betraying nothing, but you couldn’t help feeling like every step she took was a silent victory over you.

the ceremony continued, each word from the officiant feeling heavier than the last.

“do you, myoui mina, take—”

“i do,” she said, cutting him off before he could even finish. her tone was clipped, almost impatient, as if this were just another business transaction.

your turn came, and you hesitated, the weight of her gaze pressing down on you.

“i do,” you finally said, the words bitter on your tongue.

when it came time for the rings, her fingers were steady as she slid the band onto yours. your hands, in contrast, felt awkward, trembling slightly as you returned the gesture.

“you may kiss the bride,” the officiant declared.

you turned to her, your heart thudding in your chest. her gaze was steady, cold, and challenging.

the kiss was supposed to be brief, for show, but the moment your lips met hers, something shifted. her lips were soft but unyielding, her lack of response initially infuriating. but then you felt it—an undercurrent of something neither of you could name.

for a split second, the world around you disappeared. her perfume was intoxicating, her proximity overwhelming. it wasn’t love, but it wasn’t nothing, either. when you pulled back, her eyes met yours with a flicker of something—frustration? curiosity?

“well,” she murmured under her breath, her voice cold but tinged with irony, “that was unexpected.”

the applause snapped you back to reality, and you turned away quickly, your face hot with a mixture of embarrassment and something else you refused to acknowledge.

as you walked back down the aisle together, her hand resting lightly on your arm, she leaned in just enough for only you to hear.

“i told you,” she whispered, her tone smug, “you’d come around soon enough.”

you glanced at her, irritation and something close to admiration warring in your chest. she was right, and she knew it.

-----

the reception was held in a venue that oozed luxury—high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers, marble floors reflecting the soft glow of golden lights, and floral arrangements so extravagant they looked like they belonged in a museum. the murmurs of the guests filled the air, their chatter laced with curiosity and speculation.

“so that’s the myoui’s new pawn,” someone whispered.

“a lawyer, huh? they’re probably hoping to use them to navigate out of future messes,” another added.

you ignored the gossip as best as you could, drifting toward the group of bachelors huddled near the bar. the champagne flowed freely, and the conversation veered into lighthearted banter. for a while, you felt like yourself again, laughing and joking without the weight of mina’s presence looming over you.

mina, however, was always watching. from her seat near the head table, she observed you with a mix of irritation and something else she couldn’t quite name. eventually, she stood, her movements precise and deliberate, and made her way across the room.

“enough,” she said, her voice low but commanding as she reached your side. “you’ve had your fun. come with me.”

you raised an eyebrow, the corners of your lips tugging into a faint smirk. “yes, dear?”

her glare could have frozen fire.

without waiting for your response, she grabbed your wrist—not hard, but firmly enough to make it clear she wasn’t in the mood to argue—and led you to a round table where her friends were seated.

“everyone,” she began, her voice cool and composed as ever, “meet my spouse.”

hirai momo was the first to speak, her grin wide and mischievous. “so, you’re the lucky one. or unlucky, depending on how you look at it.” she laughed, the sound light and teasing.

“i’ll take it as a compliment,” you replied, matching her tone.

bambam leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable but his words sharp. “you know, not everyone would be brave enough to marry into the myoui family. some might call it reckless.”

you shrugged, unbothered. “or smart, depending on how you look at it.”

mina’s lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze darting briefly to bambam before settling back on you. she didn’t intervene, but her posture was tense.

minatozaki sana, on the other hand, said nothing. she sipped her drink, her eyes flicking between you and mina with a look that bordered on disdain. you could feel her silent judgment—it was almost palpable.

momo, however, was surprisingly easygoing. she asked about your work, cracked a few jokes, and seemed genuinely amused by your answers. you found yourself relaxing slightly, even enjoying the conversation.

the conversation flowed, and you found yourself surprisingly at ease with momo. she laughed at your jokes, and when she gestured too animatedly, her bracelet caught on the edge of her glass, nearly toppling it over.

“careful,” you said gently, reaching to steady her drink before any champagne spilled. you untangled her bracelet with a deftness that surprised even yourself.

“thanks,” momo said, her cheeks pink as she glanced up at you.

“no problem.” you gave her a soft smile, your fingers brushing hers briefly as you handed the bracelet back.

a little while later, momo excused herself to retrieve something from her bag but returned moments later, clutching her heel awkwardly.

“what’s wrong?” you asked.

“the strap broke,” she said, holding the elegant shoe aloft.

without hesitation, you bent down, taking the shoe from her hand. “let me see.”

“you don’t have to—” she started, but you were already examining the strap.

“got it,” you said after a moment, slipping the shoe back onto her foot and fastening the strap securely.

“wow,” momo laughed, clearly charmed. “if this whole lawyer thing doesn’t work out, you’ve got a career in shoe repair.”

“i’ll keep that in mind,” you replied with a grin.

from across the table, mina’s gaze hardened, her lips pressing into a thin line.

sana, meanwhile, looked on with a furrowed brow, her eyes narrowing slightly at the interaction. it wasn’t jealousy, exactly—it was more like disdain, as if she found the display of chivalry misplaced.

“you’re good with your hands,” momo teased, her smile wide.

before you could respond, mina’s voice cut through the air like ice. “they're also good at keeping to themselves.”

the tension was palpable, and momo quickly shifted her focus back to her drink. mina’s pointed heel pressed lightly against momo’s foot beneath the table—not enough to hurt, but enough to send a clear message.

“everything okay?” you asked, glancing at mina.

“perfectly fine,” she replied smoothly, her expression unreadable.

the rest of the evening passed in a blur of pleasantries and forced smiles. though you tried to ignore the brewing storm in mina’s eyes

-----

the small town was breathtaking, its charm steeped in tradition and elegance. nestled in the foothills of japan, it was the pride of the myoui clan—a place where time seemed to slow, and every corner spoke of history. the streets were lined with quaint wooden houses, their rooftops adorned with snow from the crisp winter air, and the distant chime of temple bells echoed softly.

you walked beside mina, her cold demeanor wrapped in an aura of regal elegance. she wore a black velvet dress that seemed to ripple with every step, her jewelry—a bracelet, earrings, and a ring—sparkling faintly under the town's lantern light. her look was polished and calculated, every detail deliberate.

you, on the other hand, wore a black turtleneck paired with tailored trousers and a sleek belt. the coat draped over your arm was more for appearances than comfort, and the watch on your wrist—a gift from her family—matched the sheen of her jewelry.

“this place,” you murmured, taking in the view of the traditional ryokan where you were staying, “it’s almost unreal.”

mina spared you a glance, her expression unreadable. “it’s home.”

she didn’t elaborate, instead gesturing for you to follow her to the town's most esteemed restaurant. it was nestled behind an ornate gate, its walls entwined with creeping ivy and lush greenery. stepping inside felt like entering another world—everywhere you looked, there were plants of every shade, their vibrant colors offset by the warm wood and soft lighting.

“this is impressive,” you admitted, though the compliment wasn’t directed at her.

mina simply nodded, selecting a table near a cascading indoor waterfall. as she sat down, she adjusted the hem of her dress, a practiced elegance in every motion.

“take my picture,” she said suddenly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“seriously?” you groaned, though a grin tugged at your lips. “here? now? you know how awkward it’s going to look with you posing in front of all these plants?”

she raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp. “do it.”

you sighed, pulling out your phone. “alright, fine. but don’t blame me if you look weird.”

she posed, her face tilted slightly to catch the light just right. “stop talking and focus.”

“focus? you look like you’re trying to win a staring contest with that fern,” you teased, snapping the picture anyway.

she didn’t respond, though the faintest twitch of her lips betrayed her amusement.

dinner passed without incident, the food as exquisite as the setting. you traded only minimal conversation, the tension between you both ever-present.

when you finally returned to the ryokan, the air was colder, and mina pulled your coat tighter around her shoulders.

“you’re keeping that, huh?” you quipped.

“it’s warm,” she replied simply, shrugging it off at the doorway.

“you go on ahead,” you said, hesitating at the entrance. “i’m going to take a walk.”

she paused, her expression flickering with something unreadable. “don’t stay out too late.”

you nodded, watching as she disappeared into the warm glow of the ryokan.

wandering the streets, your thoughts drifted. the quiet town was a stark contrast to the chaos of the past weeks, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. as you passed a small flower shop, a memory surfaced—one you hadn’t thought of in years.

a girl had been robbed here once, near the very same shop. you’d been nearby, and without thinking, you’d given her your coat to shield her from the winter chill. the details of her face escaped you now, but you remembered her elegance, her soft voice, and those striking boba eyes.

smiling faintly at the memory, you stepped inside the shop and ordered a bouquet—simple yet elegant.

when you returned to the ryokan, bouquet in hand, you found mina lounging in the common room, now dressed in silk pajamas that looked no less regal. she glanced up, her expression unreadable.

“what’s that?” she asked, nodding toward the flowers.

you held them out to her. “for you.”

she took them, her fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment. “you’re full of surprises,” she said, though her tone was dry.

“i aim to impress,” you replied with a half-smile, settling on the couch as she arranged the flowers in a nearby vase.

the conversation turned quieter, more contemplative.

“why did you agree to this marriage?” she asked suddenly, her eyes fixed on the vase.

you hesitated. “because of my father,” you admitted vaguely.

she frowned slightly but didn’t press further. “and why did i choose you?”

you looked at her, genuinely curious. “why did you?”

“because the other clans would have been a disaster,” she said bluntly. “the takahashi clan is too reckless, the oh family is steeped in scandals, and the sakuragi name carries no real weight anymore. you, at least, are competent and... predictable.”

“wow,” you muttered, half-laughing. “you really know how to flatter someone.”

she didn’t respond, instead gesturing toward the couch. “you’re sleeping there tonight.”

“obviously,” you said, settling in.

as the night wore on, the conversation softened. she spoke briefly about being an only child, the weight of carrying her family’s legacy. you listened, your own thoughts heavy but unspoken.

eventually, you felt yourself drifting off. the last thing you remembered was the soft rustle of fabric and the faint scent of her perfume as she draped a blanket over you.

when the lights clicked off and her bedroom door closed, you were left in the quiet darkness, a strange sense of warmth settling over you.

-----

the honeymoon felt like a distant memory now. arriving back in the city, you were thrust immediately into the whirlwind of responsibilities that had been waiting for you. it was in your father’s office, a place steeped in heavy tradition and expectations, where the shift became official.

“you’ve earned this again,” your father said, his tone unusually warm as he handed over the legal head director’s seal. “i always knew you had it in you, even if you’ve made... questionable choices in the past. don’t disappoint me again.”

the weight of the title settled over you once more, but it was a weight you always welcomed. you nodded, holding the seal tightly. “i won’t.”

for a fleeting moment, there was pride in your father’s eyes, a rare sight that stirred something in you.

-----

work consumed you in the days that followed. buried under contracts and meetings, you barely noticed the time slip away. your phone buzzed a few times, but you brushed it aside, focused on finishing a particularly thorny case.

it wasn’t until the clock struck 7:45 p.m. that the messages finally caught your attention.

where are you?

you’re supposed to be here.

don’t embarrass me.

mina.

your stomach twisted. the event. you had completely forgotten.

grabbing your coat, you rushed out the door, your mind racing. you didn’t even have time to reply to her messages.

-----

by the time you arrived, the atmosphere in the grand hall was thick with tension. mina stood in the center of the room, flanked by bambam, momo, and sana. her family and their extended circles—the hirais and minatozakis—watched from the sidelines.

opposite her stood sehun, an heir you recognized immediately. his sharp features were twisted into a smirk, his voice carrying across the room.

“and this is who you trust?” sehun sneered, gesturing toward mina. “don’t act like you’re untouchable,” sehun was saying, his voice loud enough to draw attention. “your family’s wealth doesn’t protect you from everything. and you”—he pointed at mina—“should know better than to put your trust in someone like that.”

you moved quickly through the crowd, your steps purposeful but unnoticed.

bambam, to his credit, stepped forward, placing himself protectively between sehun and mina. “watch your tone,” he said, his voice firm.

sehun scoffed, brushing him off. “what are you going to do? you’re just a glorified lapdog.”

then, sehun reached for mina’s arm, his fingers just brushing her sleeve.

“enough.” your voice cut through the air like a blade.

all eyes turned to you as you stepped into the circle, your gaze locked on sehun. his hand froze mid-air before he slowly lowered it, his smirk faltering.

but mina’s gaze flickered to you the moment you moved. without hesitation, she brushed past bambam, placing her hand firmly in yours instead. her grip was cold, steady, and there was something almost defiant in the way she looked at sehun.

the room seemed to hold its breath.

“you’re late,” mina said quietly, her tone clipped.

“i know,” you murmured back.

sehun regained his composure, scoffing as he turned his attention to you. “oh, look who decided to show up. the myoui family’s latest pawn. what took you so long? busy whining over legal briefs?”

ignoring the insult, you stepped forward, keeping mina behind you. “if there’s a problem here, i’d be happy to resolve it. professionally, of course. though, judging by your tone, professionalism isn’t really your style, is it, sehun?”

his sneer deepened. “don’t act like you’re above it all. you’re nothing but a puppet the myoui family is using to clean up their messes. and when they’re done, they’ll throw you out like the trash you are.”

you exhaled slowly, forcing a calm smile. “it’s interesting you’d say that, sehun. especially considering how much your family relied on me to ‘clean up their mess’ during that little scandal last year. or did you forget how your father owes me for handling that? because i certainly haven’t.”

the color drained from his face, but he recovered quickly, scoffing. “so what? you think your ivy league education makes you untouchable? you think being a lawyer gives you any real power? you’re just a loudmouth who hides behind his desk.”

“i don't think,” you said, your voice light with mock sympathy. “i know it, and i do hide behind my desk sometimes. but when i do, it’s because i’m busy drafting paperwork that could make your life a living hell.”

his eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, you took another step closer, your smile turning razor-sharp. “and for the record, attending an ivy league school does make me smarter than you. but don’t let that stop you. if you’re so sure i’m just a ‘loudmouth,’ go ahead. take a swing. prove your point.”

the room went deadly silent. sehun’s fists clenched, his jaw ticking as he debated his options.

before he could act, mina’s hand on your arm pulled you back, her grip firm and commanding. “enough,” she said, her voice low but cutting through the tension like ice.

you turned to look at her, surprised by the faint flicker of protectiveness in her eyes. she didn’t let go until she was sure you weren’t going to push further.

as mina began to guide you away, her grip firm on your arm, the sound of rushed footsteps behind you caught your attention.

you barely had time to react before sehun’s fist connected with your jaw, sending you stumbling into mina.

gasps filled the room, the collective shock palpable.

“are you out of your mind?!” mina’s father’s voice boomed, silencing the crowd. his face was a mix of fury and disbelief as he stepped forward. “this is an outrage!”

mina was immediately at your side, her cold demeanor replaced with sharp concern. her hand hovered near your face, unsure whether to touch the growing bruise. “are you okay?” she asked, her voice lower than before but laced with urgency.

you waved her off, rolling your shoulder and straightening up, though you can taste the metallic copper on your tongue “i’m fine.”

momo, who had been on the other side of the room, pushed through the crowd, her usual lightheartedness gone. “what the hell was that?” she exclaimed, looking between you and sehun. “he just—”

sehun stood frozen, his chest heaving as he realized the gravity of his actions.

mina’s father turned to him, his glare icy. “you dare strike one of us? this is disgraceful. you’ll pay for this, boy.”

“it’s not worth it,” she said quietly, her tone sharp but steady. “don’t stoop to his level.”

for a moment, you nodded, exhaling slowly as if agreeing to let it go. but then sehun sneered, his voice loud enough for the entire room to hear.

“typical,” he said, adjusting his tie as if his punch had meant nothing. “no wonder the myouis are desperate. scraping the bottom of the barrel for help. your family’s a joke, myoui. everyone knows your father’s nothing more than a puppet, and your mother—well, she’s—”

he didn’t finish. he didn’t get the chance.

your fist shot out with precision, landing squarely on his jaw with enough force to send him sprawling to the ground. the thud of his body hitting the polished floor was followed by a stunned silence.

“don’t you dare,” you said, your voice low and venomous, “speak about my wife's family like that.”

sehun groaned, clutching his jaw as he struggled to get up. his confidence shattered, he glared at you with a mix of humiliation and rage.

the room erupted into chaos again. mina gasped, her hand instinctively reaching out but hesitating, while momo let out a delighted laugh.

“oh, this just got interesting,” momo said, her eyes sparkling as she glanced at sana. “did you see that? mina's spouse got some fight in 'em."

sana, standing off to the side, crossed her arms and raised a brow, unimpressed. “hardly seems worth it,” she muttered, though her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary.

sehun scrambled to his feet, his face red with both anger and embarrassment. “you’ll regret that,” he spat, lunging forward.

you sidestepped easily, your movements deliberate. “sehun,” you said, your voice laced with mock sympathy, “if i were you, i’d quit while i’m ahead. you don’t want me calling your father, do you?”

sehun froze, his bravado faltering.

“that’s right,” you continued, stepping closer. “your father still owes me. remember that little scandal? who do you think cleaned that up for him? and if you think he’ll side with you over me, think again. i’m a lawyer, sehun. i don’t just fight with my fists.”

mina’s grip on your arm tightened briefly before she stepped in front of you, her icy composure unshaken. “this ends now,” she said, her voice like a blade. she glanced down at sehun with disdain. “get out before you embarrass yourself further.”

sehun opened his mouth to retort, but the weight of the room’s judgment silenced him. even bambam, who had initially moved to defend mina, stayed back, his gaze flickering between you and sehun.

“you’ve made your point,” mina said, addressing you now. her voice was firm, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes—was it gratitude? “let’s go.”

as you followed mina out, momo sidled up beside you, her grin wide. “that was incredible. one hit, and he’s down. you’re like a knight or something,” she teased, her laughter bubbling up.

mina’s gaze was sharp, but there was a flicker of something softer beneath it. “you shouldn’t have done that,” she said, her tone flat.

“and let him keep running his mouth?” you countered. “not a chance.”

momo sidled up to you, still grinning like a kid in a candy store. “that was amazing. you’ve got some moves,” she said, nudging your arm.

you chuckled, despite yourself. “don’t get used to it.”

“oh, i won’t,” momo said with a wink, her attention briefly flicking to sana, who rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath.

as the commotion settled, mina’s father stepped forward, his authoritative voice cutting through the murmurs of the guests. “this event is over,” he declared, his tone sharp and final. “thank you all for attending.”

the attendees began to disperse, their curiosity about the scandal satiated, though the lingering glances toward you and mina spoke volumes.

you exhaled deeply, the adrenaline fading and the sting of your busted lip becoming more apparent. before you could move, momo appeared at your side, her playful demeanor replaced with genuine concern.

“are you okay?” she asked, her brow furrowed as she leaned closer to inspect your lip.

“i’m fine,” you replied, brushing it off, though the taste of copper on your tongue told a different story.

“you don’t look fine,” momo countered, reaching out as if to help.

before she could, mina swept in with a cool efficiency. she grabbed a folded napkin from one of the nearby tables, her heels clicking decisively against the floor. “i’ll handle it,” she said curtly, brushing past momo without so much as a glance.

momo blinked, taken aback, then stepped aside with a small, amused smile. “guess i’m not needed.”

mina tilted your chin down slightly so you could match her height, her touch firm but not unkind, as she dabbed at your split lip. her expression was cold, but her movements were careful, her fingers brushing lightly against your skin.

“you’re reckless,” she muttered under her breath, her tone both annoyed and something else—grateful, maybe. “what were you thinking?”

you held her gaze, unfazed by her sharpness. “i was thinking you’re my wife,” you said evenly, your voice carrying a protective edge. “and no one gets to disrespect you or your family while i’m around.”

for a moment, her hand paused, her eyes searching yours as if trying to decipher your sincerity. then, with a soft exhale, she resumed cleaning the wound.

across the room, bambam watched the interaction intently, his jaw tight but his expression unreadable.

as mina finished, her mother approached, her usual proud and stoic demeanor softening as she looked at you. “thank you,” she said quietly, her voice carrying the weight of years of unyielding pride finally yielding, if only briefly.

you nodded, unsure how to respond to such unexpected gratitude.

mina’s father, however, remained stoic, his gaze assessing as he addressed you. “this could’ve gone very badly,” he said, his tone measured. “but you handled it... adequately. for now.”

you caught the subtle flicker of approval in his eyes, though he would never say it outright.

“thank you, sir,” you replied simply, your posture still formal despite the circumstances.

as the guests thinned out and the myouis regrouped, mina finally let go of the napkin, her demeanor shifting back to its usual aloofness. “you should take care of that properly,” she said, her voice clipped but softer than before.

“i will,” you replied, a small smirk tugging at your lips despite the pain. “wouldn’t want to ruin the perfect image of the myoui family’s new... what was it? ‘pawn’?”

mina rolled her eyes but didn’t respond, her lips pressing into a thin line.

as you walked away with her at your side, momo caught your eye from the corner of the room, giving you a small, conspiratorial thumbs-up. nearby, sana stood with her arms crossed, her expression as unreadable as ever, though the slightest flicker of something—approval?—crossed her face before she turned away.

the night had been far from perfect, but as you exited the venue with mina, you couldn’t help but feel that, for better or worse, you had solidified your place in this world—and by her side.

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end of part one.

a/n — hello! sorry for having such a long writing for the first chapter but i really loved this and i promise to continue it.

[winter-dayz]

Best Halloween Ever

Pairing: BamBam x Reader (ft. Mark Tuan, others) Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff Words: 1138

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“Bam, seriously, you couldn’t have told me we were throwing a party, I don’t know, before the party is supposed to start?” You asked incredulously at your roommate who was tidying up the kitchen.

“I forgot…” He grimaced, putting away some of our more fragile items.

“Forgot? We went costume shopping together. That would’ve been a great time to tell me. Or maybe even this morning would have been the least you could’ve done. Not literally minutes before your friends are going to arrive–”

“They’re your friends too.” He interrupted, frowning. You had met your roommate’s friends on several occasions but still didn’t like to claim them as friends of your own out of respect. You didn’t want BamBam to think you were trying to steal his friends, and you didn’t want anyone inviting you places out of obligation or pity. So, instead, you often distanced yourself. BamBam hated that.

Especially because BamBam had been not only trying to incorporate you into the friend group since you both began living together, but also because he had been trying to figure out how to tell you for months that he had an embarrassingly large crush on you.

“Go get ready. I’ll finish cleaning and setting up.” He said, shooing you off.

🎃

You didn’t emerge for another hour. It hadn’t taken you that long to get ready, though. Your costume was a simple dotted dress, puppy ears, and black and white makeup. You elected not to wear the collar that you bought as a joke. BamBam had wanted to wear matching costumes this year but also really wanted to gender-bend Cruella de Vil, so you offered to be a dalmatian.

The party was definitely in full swing by now, made quite obvious from the music and loud talking heard through the thin walls of your shared house, but you had not worked up the courage to emerge from the safety of your room. You had no doubts, however, that if you took any longer, your energetic roommate would come drag you from your confines.

So you quietly snuck from your room to the kitchen, needing to have something in hand while you braved the actual party, whether that be snacks or alcohol.

When you did finally make your way out into the living room, you realized just how much effort BamBam had put into this party.

He had really gone all out, which of course he had, and many in attendance had matched his energy with their costumes. As you searched for your costume partner, your eyes roamed the attendees, picking out your favorite costumes among the faces that were familiar to you.

On one of your couches, Taehyung dressed as a robot sat chatting to Namjoon and his new girlfriend. They were wearing a cute matching dryad set. You spotted Lisa and her fianceé in matching vampire costumes, staring each other down like they wanted to literally take a bite out of one another. Yugyeom was on the dance floor with his best friend, oddly wearing couple costumes of an angel and a devil. You wondered what was going on there…

A tap on your shoulder brought you out of your search and you turned to find someone covered in a white bedsheet with the eye holes cut out standing behind you.

“Boo.” Your roommate’s best friend said in a kind yet monotone voice. Mark, also a bit of an introvert, had unfortunately come alone. His new roommate wanted to hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters since it was her first Halloween living in a smaller town where kids actually went out at night.

“Have you seen Bam?” You asked him, comfortable with him enough that you didn’t feel rude asking. He merely shrugged.

“He’s everywhere. You know how he is during parties.” He then gestured to your cup. “Need a refill? It’s hot under the sheet, I’m gonna go cool off in the kitchen.”

You shook your head, tilting the cup to show its fullness. “I only just now joined everyone. I shouldn’t go into hiding yet.” He chuckled and nodded before heading off to the kitchen.

You resumed your scanning, spotting Youngjae and his friend both wearing witch costumes. Near them were Yuna and Ryujin laughing next to the makeshift bar, dressed as a mummy and purple alien respectively, while Minho smirked at his own joke, golf club splattered with fake blood perched on his shoulder. You weren’t exactly sure who he was supposed to be, but it was festive regardless.

Finally you spotted your roommate, chatting lively with a twisted-fairy version of Felix. You walked over to the pair, matching Felix’s bright smile when he saw your approach.

“Hi, Y/N, you look so cute!” He stated before looking between BamBam and you, connecting the dots. “Oh, I see.” He mumbled with a knowing smirk before walking away.

You watched in confusion, “What was that about?”

“Don’t worry about it, you know how Felix can be.” Bam joked, smiling and secretly checking you out. “Where have you been?”

You scoffed, jokingly glaring. “As if you even knew I wasn’t out here. You’re always running between conversations.” He frowned slightly at your statement, but you took a sip of your drink at the same time and didn’t notice.

🎃

You had somehow gotten roped into a debate over the correct way to eat an Oreo. Werewolf-Yeonjun was arguing that biting into the sandwich cookie was perfectly normal, but Medusa-Soobin and his statue-girlfriend were on the side of pulling it apart. You didn’t really have an opinion either way but took to arguing Yeonjun’s side with him just for the sake of fairness.

You were in the middle of nodding along to Yeonjun’s point when suddenly you were being dragged away by your wrist. You were about to protest and snap when you realized it was just your roommate.

“We need to take pictures.” He stated, bringing you along to a moody lit corner. Mark’s sheet lay discarded at his feet and he was holding up BamBam’s phone, ready to take pictures.

You and BamBam took several in-character pictures, and when he started looking through them over Mark’s shoulder, you moved to leave. Bam grabbed you and brought you back over, though, before you got too far.

“Just a few more.” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against him. You looked over your shoulder at him confused, but he only tilted his head and smirked. The flash of the camera went off and then Bam leaned in, kissing you passionately. The angle was a bit awkward, but you were happy enough to deal with it.

The camera flashed several more times before BamBam released his lips from yours and smiled down at you.

“Happy Halloween.”

“Best Halloween party ever.”

[fandomnovella-blog]

Your Crush: Park Jinyoung

“So… Y/N, truth or dare”

You and some of your friends were having a sleepover! It was fun! And everyone was in a comfy mess of giggles and pillows you hesitated, telling the truth seemed easier but at what cost? A dare…well, the possibilities were kinda endless,

“Truth!” You said confidently,

Your friend thought carefully,

“Ok so, who do you think is the most attractive person in school and why?”

You blushed furiously, you hadn’t told this to anyone and was seriously debating lying but, rules are rules

“Ummm if I had to pick…I’d say…Jinyoung?” You blushed again burying your face in your hands! Your friends all gasped and grinned and immediately asked you what you liked about him,

“Ummmm well, I think he’s really sweet!” You said quietly

“He doesn’t really talk much though!” One of your friends said

“I know but when he does he knows what he wants to say! And he doesn’t joke as much as the other people in school, I think he’s quite a gentle genuine soul, it’s nice being around him. He’s so handsome and he has a beautiful voice! ” There was no shame in liking him and you were sure that your friends would keep it to themselves right?

You found out soon that this was as much of a fantasy as a fairy story.

A few days later you were walking down the school hall and you saw one of your friends talking to…oh no…JINYOUNG!!! You tried for the rest of the day to not

think about it, but that was like trying not to imagine purple elephant with blue spots, your mind was hyper-focused on what your friend had said to Jinyoung that day. Everywhere you turned, you seemed to bump into him, and he always seemed to be around the corner . At lunch, you ran into the bathroom, into a stall and breathed heavily into your hands, trying to calm yourself down, does she like him too? Does he like her? DID SHE TELL HIM ABOUT HER CRUSH?! You shook your head furiously! No…no! You were being silly, why worry about it! You can’t take it back now so whatever happens will happen right? You couldn’t control it and if he asked you about it…you swallowed hard, you’d be honest! There wasn’t much else you could do! Straightening up, you walked slowly into your next class.

“We’ll be pairing you up for a small in-class assignment today” said the art teacher, you need to work together to create the picture using clay!” She began handing out the terracotta coloured cubes to the class, and allocating pairs “Luke, pair up with Laila over there! Jessy go sit next to Carmen!” At this point you had shut your eyes tightly and had every finger crossed; praying to every deity that you knew “Please don’t sit him next to me please!!” You heard the scrape of a stool next to you and gulped hard. There was silence next to you, slowly, you opened your eyes and turned… there sat next to you holding the cube of clay in one hand and a second apron in the other, was none other than Park Jinyoung.

“Hey…um…are you ok?”

“Yeah” you squeaked in a tiny voice once you remembered how to breathe

“You sure? You had your eyes shut really tight! Are you in pain?”

“No no not at all!” You shook your head quickly trying to act nonchalant

“Ok..so…shall we get started?”

He placed the clay down along with some carving tools and you both set to work. In silence. I mean what could you say to each other?! This was so embarrassing! Until…

“Hey Y/N I wanted to talk to you about-“

but he never got he chance to finish what he was saying! The pressure of the whole day was weighing on you, and you were desperate to say something! And so it all slipped out!

“Yeah I said I liked you! It’s true! I do I really like you! But I wasn’t planning on telling you like this! But then maybe I wasn’t gonna tell you at all it’s just I know you heard stuff and so I might as well come out and say it right? And I’d rather you hear it from me because I do like you! It’s not a big deal! I shouldn’t be ashamed of that right?” You finished, panting and blowing like you had run the marathon everything in your mind just couldn’t hold it in anymore but the relief of the confession was short lived. The mounting embarrassment only grew as you realised you had just blurted out a confession! You just babbled in front of Jinyoung about how you liked him!

“Um, that wasn’t what I was going to say,” said Jinyoung a little flabbergasted “I was going to say I wanted to talk to you about the history homework but this must have been on your mind!”

Your whole body stiffened and a huge tsunami of shame washed over you. Once again you put your head in your hands. You just wished the ground would swallow you up! Until you heard a chuckle coming from next to you! Was he laughing? There was nothing to laugh about in your mind! But then, you heard a soft voice by your ear

“ You’re cute when you blush! Did you know that? It’s ok I like you too!”

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Relaxing

Summary: After a long day at work, you get to spend the rest of the day relaxing with Bambam and your four cats. 

Oneshot 

Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,262

Bambam X Reader

Requested: I wonder if you can go a lil BamBam fluff :DD Like not over the top fluff but like domestic home fluff? Like reader comes home to a cozy house of BamBam and cats?? Idk, do what you feel is right! Love youuuuuu 💜

[A/n: I did name ½ of the cats. But seriously they can have any name you wish. (One is named King like Bam’s real cat but not an imitation). I don’t write about Got7 too much anymore, if that. I still love them but not enough to write about them. Anyways, the reason I took this is because I’ve known and been friends with this person in real life for many years. On top of having inspiration for it. And today she starts her new job, and I wish her lots of luck. Anyways, love ya too! Hope this is to your cup of tea!]

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You’ve waited for the weekend to come since the dawn of Monday, wanting to be back in Bambam’s arms. But with you both working different schedules, it was hard to be home together. As you clock out, you can’t help but feel giddy. You race out of the building, barely saying goodbye to anyone before hopping in your car. Your phone rings as if he knew, “Hey, Baby, are you on your way?” You grin, “Yeah, I’ll be home in ten. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He hums and says, “No, just you. I ordered your favorite, by the way.” You thank him and say your goodbyes, and after checking the coast that the was clear, you barrel out of the parking lot, looking forward to a long weekend of cuddling and relaxing. 

You can’t help but smile as you see your shared home. Back before you bought a house together, he always felt like home. And now that you’re living together, it felt surreal, no matter how many times you return. You call into the house as you set your keys down, “Babe, I’m home~” He calls back, “In the living room!” You smile and reach the living room and see a precious site. Curled up on his lap are two of the four cats you share. You quickly snap a photo, and then he catches sight of you, “I’m so happy you’re home. I’ve missed you all week.” “I’ve missed you too, Bam.” 

That’s when the other two unoccupied cats hear that you are home. You hear their loud meows before you see them. You smile softly as the one comes up and walks between your legs, and you pick it up and kiss it while the other leads you to your shared bedroom. The cats hop onto your bed as you change into your pajamas, waiting for you to finish cleaning up. They follow you back to the living room, where you settle beside Bambam. 

He smiles, wraps his arm around your shoulders, and pulls you into his side. Your workday starts to weigh on you as you rest your head against his shoulders. He asks, “You want to tell me about your day?” You shake your head no, and he kisses your forehead, “You don’t have to. I’m glad you’re home.” The two kitties who followed you hop onto your lap, and Bam chuckles, “Seems like they’re glad, too.” You sigh, “This is nice. It’s good to be home.” He nods and lets you have your moments of rest and peace.

Once you unwind from your long day at work, you start scratching the fuzzy gray cat behind the ears, and she instantly starts purring. The other wakes up from the noise and gives you a look, and you let out a light laugh before using your other hand to scratch their neck. The cats on Bam’s lap stretch out and look up to find your home. The one nuzzles into Bam’s chest and asks for pets, which he willingly gives him. While the other, with its outstretched paws, starts making biscuits on both of your legs. Which makes you both laugh as you sit there basking in the moment. The doorbell rings. Bam scoots his cat onto your lap, which causes the one that was lying on his chest to hop off and head to the kitchen to get his food. You both laugh, and he pulls his arm out from behind you and gets up. Once he’s off the couch, the other curls up against your leg where Bambam was sitting. 

You smile at the three cats and wait for Bam to return, “Whatcha get?” He grins as he reminds you, “Your favorite.” You give him a small smile, “I thought it’d be a good way to cheer you up.” You agree, and he pulls the coffee table closer to you. He goes to the kitchen, pulls out the utensils, and two drinks for you two. He returns, opens your cans, and hands you your meal so you don’t risk the three cats moving away. But alas, they do, smelling that it’s mealtime. “Did you give them their cans of food?” He nods, “Yeah, but the two here,” gesturing to the ones on your lap, “Didn’t want to eat until you returned.” “And what about Lamb Chop?” He laughs, “She already ate. That’s why she’s so content lying against us.” You laugh, and she moves into your lap after the two who smell pasta hop down to eat their fishy dinners in the kitchen. She rolls over as Bam sits back down and lays across the two of you, “The baby… Always getting what she wants.” He laughs, “Always. How’s our little lamb chop?” She purrs as the two of you rub her belly before digging into your food. 

She hops down as you two finish eating. Bam gets up and takes your trash, “Thanks, Bambi.” He smiles, “No problem, Thumper.” You both laugh and after, he throws away the garbage. The two of you go and wash up after your meal. He grabs your hand in his, stopping you in your tracks, “Do you want to watch TV or head to bed?” You think about it before deciding, “Sleep sounds really good right now.” He smiles, brings you into his chest, and holds you, “Okay.” You nuzzle your face into his chest as you sigh. He runs his fingers through your hair and helps you calm down even further. He waits for you to part from the embrace before he asks, “Ready?” You nod, and he leads you both to your bed and lifts the comforter up for you to get under. You give him a light smile as he gets under the covers on his side before tucking you in and wrapping himself around you. 

You hear scratching at the door, “Did you let them in?” He groans, “That’s what I forgot!” He clambers out of bed, unraveling himself before opening their mini door. One of them huffs at him, and he sasses, “King, we’ve talked about this. You get huffy with me. You won’t get any treats.” King huffs at him again, and Bam grumbles as he defeatedly makes his way back to bed. You roll over to face him as he climbs back in and gets under the blanket, “You, okay? Did the big bad kitty-cat give you attitude?” He pouts and nods his head. You ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek, “Aw, it’s okay, Bammie. He’ll purr, and you’ll forget all about it.” He nods, and lo and behold, King makes his way between you two and rubs up against him. “All is forgiven, little man. You’ll get your treat in the morning as usual.” You look towards King, then at Bam, then at King, and back at Bam before he gets it. And gently moves King from in between you two and kisses your nose, “Is someone jealous?” You pout, “Bam…” Which causes him to grin, “Your pout is so cute, baby.” And kisses your lips, “I love you, now let’s get some sleep.” You whisper back, “I love you too.” He turns off the overhead light with a command and turns on the lower light so you can rest at ease. He rolls you over, and you both laugh as he drags you into his arms. Your cats find their places around you two to sleep. And for the next two days, you can relax and spend them merrily with him and your four fur babies.

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Fuzzy Accident (M) | bb

pairing: bambam x fem! reader genre: one shot, smut, slight fluff with humor warnings: mature content, detailed sexual content, dirty talking, overstimulation, restriction, multiple orgasms words: 818 summary: bambam's plan for a sexy night is going well until he accidentally makes a mistake with a pair of handcuffs. A/N: I wrote this while talking to a friend and I referred to bambam as "sir bamithbamith" so do with that information as you will

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Fingers tangled in his locks while Bambam ran his tongue over your neck, you both clung to each other in the elevator. Bambam set up the perfect date, treating you to a gourmet dinner, a nice bottle of fine wine, and even spoiled you with some new jewelry.

"The night's not over, though," he smirked as he pulled you through the door of your shared apartment, leading you toward the bedroom.

His lips were already on yours, hands skimming over your dress. Enchanted by his scent, and a little tipsy from the wine, you fell back against the hallway wall with a giggle. He pinned you there, lifting the fabric up and off of your body as his eyes looked over your skin.

"Ah!" he yelled, looking into your eyes. "Always beautiful."

You couldn't help but smile as he lifted you from the ground, his arm wrapped under your thighs as your arms instinctively went around his neck while he carried you. The bedroom smelled like roses, the dim light setting the mood as he dropped you on the bed and began to undo the buttons of his silk shirt.

"I have an idea!" he gleamed, looking down at you as he undid the button of his ripped jeans.

He smirked at you, turning and opening his nightstand, putting his index finger and thumb into the drawer and lifting out a pair of black, fuzzy handcuffs.

"You have got to be kidding me!" you cackled as you sat up on the bed, pulling at the heel of your flats to toss them across the room.

"What?" he questioned with a small pout. "People use them during sex all the time!"

He watched you continue to laugh at the pair of cuffs, tossing them by your head as he moved over you. He tugged your underwear off and started rubbing at your core as your laugh dwindled immediately, turning into a loud moan as he made gentle circles.

"Not so funny now, huh?" his grin made you moan louder, arms moving to grip at his forearms while he began leaving small bites at the crook of your neck, smiling at the ones he made in the elevator earlier.

His fingers moved faster, making you rock against his hand as he sent you into an orgasm. His head moved from your neck to your breasts, lifting one out of your bra and enveloping your nipple into his mouth while sucking, riding you through your climax.

He shifted to his knees on either side of you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he shuffled off his loosely hanging clothes until he was naked above you. Putting his hands behind your back, he unlatches your bra and tosses it near your shoes as he grinds down into your core.

You both moan from the contact, rising and falling in unison as his member grazes your core. He bolts off you, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and covering himself properly before returning to you, gently filling you. Starting out slow, he rocks both of you into the soft duvet covering the mattress as you call out his name.

"Bam!" you scream, nails digging into his back muscles as he picks up his pace.

Ramming you into the bed with as much forceas possible, the sturdiness of the bed frame lets up and begins a creaking sound. You're both panting, getting closer to your high. You stare up at Bambam, watching the cogs in his brain turn as he slams into you once more, grabbing your hips and lifting you closer to the footboard with a smile.

He grabbed the fuzzy handcuffs, clicking one cuff on to your right wrist while putting himself back inside you, continuing his fast pace. You both begin sweating as his groans fill the room, your calls of his name echo off the walls of the master bedroom as you hear another click come from above you. His pace gets even faster, his tone higher than before letting you know, he's close.

"Come for me baby." he groans as he pounds into your core, fingers rubbing your bundle of nerves again as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Stifled laughs come from the two of you as he shifts his weight off you, a clank coming from the footboard. You tilt your head up, noticing that both you and his wrists are cuffed to the beam of the canopy bed frame.

"Bambam," you yelled up at him, watching him stare at the handcuffs with his mouth open. "Are you serious?" you whined, realizing the key is probably in the nightstand.

"It's okay!" he laughs, hand moving to push his hair back from his forehead in thought. "I can fix this. Think, think, think."

His cogs turn again as his eyes widen, looking down into yours as a grin rose to his lips.

"Hey, Alexa!"

got7 m.list | navi.

[kpopimaginings]

“Stop interrupting me!” - BamBam

A/N: Have an excitable birthday BamBam! It is suggestive, but not actually smutty.

It was BamBam’s birthday birthday and you had taken it upon yourself to organise a surprise for him. He’d spent the night before with you so you were lazing in bed togther first thing on May 2nd.

“You know,” you told him as you lay together, playing with his fingers, “I have planned something special for you today.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Not that,” you said before backtracking. “I mean, as well as that. I’m not denying you sex on your birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. But as I was saying, I have arranged something-”

“Like a date?” he cut you off.

“No, it’s more like part of your present from me,” you tried to continue.

“Something you bought me?”

“No-”

“Ooh, like an experience day?”

“BamBam,” you snapped. “Stop interrupting me.”

“Hey, you can’t shout at me on my birthday,” he complained.

“Well, you keep butting in before I can tell you, so I can only assume you don’t want to know,” you teased. “I’ll just have to enjoy it myself.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he apologised. “Please tell me, I’ll be quiet.”

“Ok, thank you. So, I’ve made some calls, and managed to arrange for GOT7 to all be here in the same country at the same time. They are coming here at 1 to celebrate with you.”

“No way!” BamBam exclaimed. “Including Jackson and Mark?”

“Yup, all 6 of them are coming,” you confirmed, delighted at the reaction you got.

“Ah man, it’s been too long. Babe, this was such a sweet thing to do,” he said, looking genuinely touched. “How? Actually, how doesn’t matter. Just thank you for doing it.”

“No problem, I thought you might like to see them again.”

“Oh, you said they won’t be here til 1 right?”

“Yeah?” you replied with a question, trying to work out his train of thought.

“Well, I do believe you promised me sex, and there is plenty of time before they get here...” he trailed off.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Hmm, I think there might be time,” you agreed. “Happy birthday, babe,” you added before pressing your lips to his.

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

[treasure-hwa]

track 1. WHO DO YOU LOVE?

feat: jinyoung x reader

release date: february 1st 2022

genre: angst, comedy, fluff

word count: 1200

warnings: jealousy, alcohol drinking

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— Stop jumping around — he chuckled. — You look like a little kid.

But you weren’t able to, even if you tried very hard. Ever since your best friends from abroad had announced they were visiting you, you were so excited that not even Jinyoung was able to calm you down. He was happy for you, you talked a lot about those two friends and wanted them to finally meet your boyfriend.

Jinyoung smiled and grabbed your hand, squeezing it. However you didn’t mind him a bit when you saw a familiar face and ran towards the person with open arms. Your boyfriend didn’t have time to process your action, he could only see you being rotated in the arms of a guy and other passengers smiling at you two, probably thinking you were a couple. Finally, you stopped and walked towards him with the guy.

— Jackson, that’s Jinyoung, my boyfriend. Jinyoung, that’s Jackson, my friend.

— Best friend — he smiled and stretched his hand for the other. — Nice to finally meet you, Jinyoung, I’ve heard a lot about you.

— Only good things, I hope — he greeted Jackson with humor.

— I can’t promise.

You slapped Jackson’s shoulder, laughing, and didn’t see Jinyoung’s smile faltering a bit, but he recomposed himself and spoke:

— I thought there was another one of you?

— Ah, there is, but she lost the flight due to personal reasons. She called me right before I was boarding.

It was your time to stop smiling.

— Ah, really?

— Yes, but she told me she would try to take the next flight! I know she will make it.

You nodded and took your cell phone, seeing there was an unread message from your other friend and answering it, saying you hoped everything was alright. Then, vou clapped and exclaimed:

— Okay! Let’s go home, then we can go out to a restaurant. What do you guys say?

Both nodded. Before Jinyoung could hold your hand or your waist as he was used to, Jackson laced his arms with yours and walked in front of him. Your boyfriend pressed the tip of his tongue on the inside of his cheek and shook his head, walking in the same direction as you two. They are just happy to meet, that’s all, he thought to himself.

The other friend sadly couldn't join you, but you had assured her you would do everything to meet her next time. Nonetheless, three days later, you were thriving beside your best friend, Jackson. You had spent so much time with him already and had hung out at many places. Jinyoung, on the other hand, wasn't too happy with the boy's presence, because it meant he would get less attention from you.

That night, you decided on going to a nightclub with Jackson, which made Jinyoung a bit confused. He leaned against the door frame of your room and looked at you through the mirror.

— I thought you didn't like nightclubs. We never went to one.

— Ah… we never did, because you hate it, that's why I didn't invite you. I'd like to try it, at least.

He clenched his jaw and breathed deeply.

— Okay, have fun.

He left the room and sat on the living room's couch, beside Jackson, where he was using his cellphone. Minutes later, you walked to the same room, showing off your outfit. Jinyoung would compliment you if he hadn't spot Jackson eyeing you in a way he didn't consider appropriate, so instead of pointing how you looked really nice, your boyfriend said:

— Hey, mate, her eyes are up there — Jinyoung warned and pushed Jackson’s chin up, making the man laugh.

— Jealous type, huh?

— You decide — he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

— Chill out.

But he couldn't "chill out", not when the man went out with his — very excited to be going out — girl, hugging her too close to be considered friendly.

When you entered your apartment at one in the morning, too tired from partying with your friend, you were greeted with an avid kiss and quick hands on your already messy hair, Jinyoung was all over you, kissing your lips hungrily as if the world would end up the next day, almost bending your body backwards with the weight of his own. After he let go of your lips, but not of your body, securing you close to him, you breathed out:

— Wow, I don’t remember our hello kiss being a make out kiss. Is everything okay?

— More than okay.

You squinted as you felt a strong smell coming from him and stated:

— You have been drinking.

He nodded and tried to come closer to kiss you once again, but you pressed your finger on his puckered lips.

— What is wrong?

You heard a low sarcastic chuckle coming from him and watched him running both hands through his hair while turning his back to you.

— I know what’s going on and I just want you to be honest with me, ok?

— I don't know what you're talking about.

He gestured around, turning to you once again and speaking louder as he went:

— I saw your pics, okay?! You and Jackdon drinking together, you and Jackson dancing too close, the captions saying you love him and such! Just tell me who you truly love and I’ll know if I stay or if I go. Is it me or Jackson?

— Jinyoung, he is nothing like that to me.

— Then why do you give him so much attention? Why do you say you love him? Hm? When you lay on your bed, when there’s nothing else on your mind, do you think about him or about me?

— I actually think about nothing and focus on slee-

Tired of your antics, he trapped your body against his own and the wall, slapping his hand on it.

— You're not helping your situation, my dear.

You chuckled and held his face, rubbing your thumbs on his cheeks. The act made him close his eyes in enjoyment despite the reddish color on his face due to the jealousy. That couldn't make you fear him at all, since you knew he was just a bit upset.

— You know I love you more than anyone else. I tell Jackson I love him, but it's a very different kind of love. For you, I feel something intense, romantic, I want you all the time, but with Jackson is something friendly. I only romantic love you. I only think about you. But, understand, he is my best friend who I hadn't seen for a long time.

— You promise? — he slurred out, the alcohol on his bloodstream making itself more present.

— I promise you.

He hugged you tight, tighter than usual, and placed a small kiss on your shoulder.

— But he was looking at your ass earlier today.

You laughed and shook your head, having forgotten how cute your boyfriend could be when he was drunk. For that statement of his you had a comeback:

— But who gets to grab it?

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

Group Series Master Lists  →

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

Valentine Collection 2020 [Mini Series Master List] 

The Pleasure Chest [Writing Collab Master List] 

Lim Jaebeom  →

Stories...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Park Jinyoung  →

Stories...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scenarios/Misc...

Happy Birthday [timestamp; spicy romance]

Comfort [timestamp; spicy romance]

Stray Children [timestamp; fluff, feat. skz]

Jackson Wang  →

Stories...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mark Tuan  →

Stories...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choi Youngjae  →

Stories...

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

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

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

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

Scenarios/Misc...

Fake Text #1 [M] [spicy content!]

Bambam  →

Stories...

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

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

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

Kim Yugyeom  →

Stories...

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

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

Misc Group Content  →

Finding out their partner is pregnant [React] 

Their crush is being affectionate [React] 

Reasons their teen is mad at them [Scenario] 

Make Outs with GOT7 [Imagine] 

Booty Call Texts [Incorrect Texts] 

Mafia Series GC [Incorrect Texts] 

GOT7 First Dates [Imagine] 

♥︎ | Main M.List | Updated 07/06/22 ♥︎

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[jjinnies]

masterlist (under editing!)

SERIES:

Silk Sheets | Min Yoongi — To put it lightly, Min Yoongi is an unhinged mess. Relying on his best friend and CEO, Park Jimin, was a miracle he could only hold onto for so long, a miracle that gave him a fully paid, lavish lifestyle. That is, until Jungkook - Jimin’s best friend and secretary - forces Yoongi to start working at the Park Enterprises to repay Jimin for his unbelievable kindness.

But when the trio manage to bump into Jiha (Jimin’s most dilligent office worker) somewhere in the course of a very awkward dinner, Yoongi finds himself texting her hours later, the exchange quickly turning workplace inappropriate.

She can’t begin to describe the panic that tightens her chest when she finds the very same job-threatening man seated on Jimin’s couch the next morning, told that he was under her care for as long as he worked in the company.

But the sexual tension, the romance between the polar opposite co-workers isn’t all that happens under the company. Jimin struggles in his own relationship with his arranged marriage, and Jungkook helps a woman cheat to hide a large secret.

Yoongi-centred fanfiction (ft. CEO!Jimin and Secretary!Jungkook).

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Trial & Error | Kim Seokjin — No one in a million years would have anticipated the news of murder in cold blood one morning in Gangnam. It was there in black and white, various headlines describing the chilling case of an affluent businessman, Kim Taehyung, and his whole family being murdered in the callous timeframe of ten minutes. So when Park Jimin, the family’s most trusted staff and personal butler, is apprehended for the four deaths with little evidence, two of Korea’s best lawyers are brought to the courtroom to assess what really happened that cruel night. 

Jung Jiha is determined to weasel the truth out of an increasingly suspicious Jimin, while Kim Seokjin battles the allegations placed upon the man because there has to be compelling evidence out there.

Only given one month to iron out the threadbare case, Jiha and Seokjin have perhaps bitten off more than they can chew. 

The only thing that could complicate this case more is if the two legal professionals began to get romantically involved with each other.

Seokjin-centred fanfiction, Lawyer!Seokjin (ft. Deceased Businessman!Taehyung, Police Officers!Yoongi & Jungkook, Butler & Main Suspect!Jimin, Jury!Hoseok, Court Judge!Namjoon).

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BTS IMAGINES: 

BTS As Boyfriends ─ Yoongi Edition — A soft, detailed description of how Yoongi as a boyfriend would be.

What They Call You — BTS (Hyung Line) — What the BTS hyung line would call you if you were in a relationship with each of them.

Adore You | Jeon Jungkook — After being sent away for an underground police case for way too long, Jungkook finally returns home to you, his girlfriend. And when he spends the night with you in bed, Jungkook is reluctant to leave you alone the morning, wanting nothing more than to just show you how much he loves and misses you.

Little Yellow Skirt (Part 1) | Jeon Jungkook (M) — You’re excited to land your first job at the local diner after a while of not working. To ease your nerves, your boyfriend Jungkook promises to visit you while you’re working your first shift. But he can’t seem to control his thoughts when he sees you in your waitress uniform.

Little Yellow Skirt (Part 2) | Jeon Jungkook (M) — Part two of three (read the description above for summary).

Reassurance | Jung Hoseok — Finals are near approaching, and you don’t even realise how badly the pressure to do well is affecting you until your boyfriend points it out, reassuring you under his care nevertheless.

‎GOT7 IMAGINES: 

Date Night | Jinyoung Park — Your brother, Mark, has no idea that you and Jinyoung are a blossoming couple. Despite the probable protectiveness of your brother, you and Jinyoung go on a first date together.

Late Night Drives | Jaebum Im — When your idol boyfriend finishes his work in the studio at an obscure hour, he rouses you from your slumber with a cheeky phonecall, wondering if you’re up for a midnight date.

Eyebrow Piercing | Jaebum Im (M) — You didn’t think your boyfriend could get any hotter. That is, until he came home one day sporting an eyebrow piercing. 

Campus Crush | Mark Tuan — College is tough. Boring, too. When you’re late for your first class of the day, you stumble into the lecture hall awkwardly, sitting down at the first seat you lay your eyes on. But what you don’t expect is to be sitting next to a seemingly Greek god you refuse to take your eyes off of, Mark Tuan.

Cafe And Kisses | Yugyeom Kim — It’s Christmas season, and you and your boyfriend, Yugyeom, are in a cafe being absolutely adorable as the year wraps up.

Meeting The Family | BamBam — As spontaneous as your boyfriend was, your heart was at your throat when BamBam stopped the car in front of his parents’ house after promising you a date. But as you actually stepped into the loving home, you realised that his family was just as kind and accepting as your boyfriend is.

Midnight Snacks | Jackson Wang — A restless night leads to you accidentally waking your boyfriend up. But when you confess your sudden hunger, he only smiles dotingly, offering to order in as a midnight snack (for the price of a few kisses).

Cuteness | Youngjae Choi — After watching a famcam of your boyfriend being the absolute cutest on stage, you can’t hide your coos and love for him when he arrives home.

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Bambam ✧ What We Do [M]

✧ Got7 Bambam x fem!reader ✧ words: ~2.4k ✧ genre: smut, domestic AU

Desc.: Self-quarantine can get boring, even when you’re basically living with your boyfriend. So it’s good that you’ve still got each other to fight the boredom and pass the time by doing what lovers do…

Your half-lidded eyes are watching the TV in front of you when you let out a yawn. You feel your boyfriend’s body, who you’re sitting next to shoulder to shoulder, vibrate from laughter. You’re not tired though, as you suspect he might think, and you feel the need to clear that up.

“I’m bored,” you say, talking over the voices coming out of the TV. You’ve been spacing out for quite a while now, focusing on just the patterns he keeps mindlessly drawing on your upper arm through your clothes, so you’re not sure what the show you’re watching is really about.

“Me too, actually.” He reaches for the remote. “Wanna watch something else then? There’s not much we can do anyway.” You sigh in agreement. Ever since the virus got worse again, people are only going out for the most pressing necessities, and since you already went grocery shopping for a whole week in the morning, there’s not really an excuse you’d have to get out. But you’re not feeling like going on a walk anyway.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you mumble, putting your hand on his thigh to start mimicking the patterns he keeps drawing with his fingers there. “Isn’t there something else we can do?” Bambam tilts his head to the side and when you take a look at his face you see that his eyes are focused on some spot on the ceiling of his flat.

“Not really? We’re better off staying inside so… we can play with the kitties?” he suggests. You look around, finding each of his feline companions rolled up at a different narrow space somewhere on his furniture. You like that about being at his place - the silent and mostly subtle presence of cats feels somewhat calming. It’s like you’re coming home to a loving family, without all the trouble of having to interact with them if you’re not up for it. Watching their little torsos moving up and down slowly and peacefully, you figure that they’re all sleeping.

“I’d feel bad for waking them up,” you state, and you earn an adoring smile from your boyfriend. He looks a bit smug, but you know he appreciates you being thoughtful about his felines. You glance over at him, thoroughly scanning his face, before your eyes drop down to the jogging suit he’s wearing. You know he bought the jacket and the pants as a set for money you’d think twice about spending on casual clothes, so the two pieces match in color, and over time you took a liking to the outfit as well, because it feels incredibly soft on the skin not just inside, but outside as well. That’s why you’ve come to appreciate whenever he’s wearing this particular choice of clothes to just laze around at home, because cuddles become infinitely more comfortable like this. You push your back off the backrest of his sofa and with your arms over your head, you stretch your body properly. “That feels better,” you mutter, and you notice Bambam’s curious eyes resting on your figure. You don’t look quite as fancy as he does when you’re just at home - you’re wearing a pair of comfortable pants that you’ve had for an eternity, and a simple white T-shirt. You give him a foxy smile before crawling onto his lap.

“I know something to do,” you say, resting your wrists loosely on his shoulders and entwining your fingers behind his neck. You watch your boyfriend raise his eyebrows at you, as if to ask what you’re doing. However, at the same time the corners of his mouth are curling up, so you know he’s not objecting to your sudden approach. You lean in and bring your lips together, softly at first, and he quickly joins your rhythm when you move them against his. His big hands find your hips, with his thumbs continuously caressing your sides, as if to tell you he likes what you’re doing. You eventually break the kiss with a proud but cheeky smile, and you let your eyes do the talking instead of asking if he wants more. As if understanding the question hiding behind your expression, he nods, eyeing your slightly parted lips. You go in for another slow kiss. You let the kiss grow deeper and slip your tongue past your boyfriend’s plump lips, as one of your hands finds its way up into his short hair, tugging at what strands are just long enough to grab. You can feel him letting loose as some tension leaves his shoulders, and you lead the kiss as he loses himself in your touch. Eventually you part, resigning slowly as you watch even the slightest change in his expression. You know you have him at your mercy, even after just two kisses, when his eyelids open and he looks up at you with darkened pupils.

“So this is what we’re doing today, huh?” he asks. His voice sounds like it usually does - cheerful but confident - even though his overall stance is different from just a few minutes ago. You give him a nod.

“If we’re this bored we might as well… have some fun,” you purr at him, and you receive a soft, encouraging squeeze from his palms, that are still resting on your hips. 

“Then show me what you got, baby,” he whispers back, and you gain yet another bit of confidence from his words. You lean in again, but pass by his lips to find the crook of his neck instead, where you scatter little kisses all over the place and your boyfriend leans back, enjoying the tingly sensations you send through his body everytime your soft lips meet his skin. One of his hands wanders up your back and he places it at the back of your head to keep you close. “Feels nice…” he mumbles through a content smile, prompting you to keep going. Your mouth eventually ceases to wander all over the area on his neck and you focus on just one spot, right next to where the hem of his jacket ends. As you start sucking on his skin, hoping to leave your mark, you hear a groan escape his throat.

“Not where it’s visible, babe…” Bambam whispers, while stroking your hair slowly.

“Who’s gonna see?” you question. “We’re not supposed to go out anyway…”

“Right…” He gives up rather quickly, and you get right back to work, biting and sucking on his skin that’s already starting to change color. Focused on your mark, he sends a shiver down your spine when you feel his hand wandering the side of your body back down to your hip, and he pulls you down onto him. Taking the hint, you start grinding your core against the soft fabric of his sweatpants, and you feel him getting hard underneath you. You chuckle into his neck, letting out a breath to cool down the reddened spot on his skin. A bruise is already starting to form, and feeling proud of your work, you pull back your head to look at his eyes. Watching him, you keep slowly rocking your hips against his.

“You like that, babe?” you ask teasingly, bringing your lips up to his before he can answer, but you merely brush them against his mouth, not kissing him yet.

“Such a tease…” he comments under his breath and brings one hand up to your chin, running his index finger over your bottom lip. You kiss the tip of his finger instead of his lips, and you wrap your smaller hand around his wrist, taking his digit into your mouth. Then you bring some distance between your faces to make sure he can watch you comfortably as you start sucking on it. You only release him when you suddenly feel him squeeze your ass with his other hand, and you suck in a breath in surprise. 

“I know how to tease you as well, though,” he says, getting cocky from having caught you off-guard. You relax your muscles that had tensed up from the unexpected touch, and letting go of his wrist, you now cup his face with both your hands. 

“What do you want?” you ask, a sultry look in your eyes as you stare into his. Your boyfriend runs his fingertips over your chest and your belly, before putting both hands on your ass, squeezing your buttcheeks again, this time a little softer, and more predictable. Still, it makes you move your pelvis forward again, rubbing against his dick through layers of cloth.

“A kiss from my princess,” he states and you chuckle.

“That name again?” you ask, keeping your voice low, and then you lean in to fulfill his wish. You kiss him like you did earlier - slowly and filled with passion. Still, the touches of your lips and your tongues burn more than they did just a while ago, as both your desire for the other is rising and slowly taking the better of you. 

“You don’t like it?” he whispers when you part for a second, only to keep kissing immediately after, all while still slowly but continuously rocking your hips against his. You remember how he started calling you by that pet name a while back when you were having sex with him, and since then he did it time and time again, always watching your reaction to it closely, but never actually asking how you felt about it since you didn’t say anything either. The next time you part, you move back a little further.

“I’ve just never been called that is all,” you say, as you’re still not sure how to feel about the name. 

“If you don’t like it, I’ll find something else. Or do you like ‘queen’ better?” he jokes and you feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“That’s weird…” you comment and your boyfriend sends you an understanding smile. You stop moving your hips at his question, but instead of encouraging you to keep going, he slips one of his hands past the waistband of your pants, and he starts giving you light touches through the fabric of your soaked panties. You sigh at the sensation and push your core towards him, wordlessly asking for him to touch you properly. He smiles at your reaction, and he pushes aside your underwear to dip his fingers into your wet pussy. Sliding in and out of you painfully slowly like this, you feel your frustrations grow, until you let out a groan through gritted teeth.

“Faster, Bam,” you whisper with your eyes closed, so you don’t see the smug grin he gives you, but you know him well enough to be able to imagine it in your head. You hear rustling of clothes as he pulls down his pants with his free hand and he grabs one of your wrists to lead you to his hard member.

“I wanna do this together,” he says, and when you wrap your fingers around his length and you start stroking him, he too adds a finger inside you and starts curling them against your walls faster. You grind down on him slightly, until he hits that perfect spot inside of you.

“Right there…” you breathe, and you throw your head back.

“Don’t stop, princess.” There it is again. You feel like you’re starting to take a liking to that nickname. Or is it because you’re beginning to associate it with sex? Your brain isn’t working well enough right now to dwell on that question for longer than the second it appeared in your head, as the pleasure is slowly taking over you and you feel a familiar heat building up in your lower stomach. You do your best to focus on pleasing your boyfriend as well, instead of getting caught up in your own feelings only, and you seek to make eye contact with him. From the way his head is leaned back against the backrest of his sofa as well you can tell that he’s coming close too, and so you pick up the pace, coating his length in his own precum. 

“I’m close, babe,” you manage to mutter as your thighs are starting to shake, and you get him to look at you properly, wanting to watch your every reaction as he rubs his thumb against your clit, giving you additional stimulation that he knows will throw your over the edge soon enough.

“Me too,” he whispers. You can feel him starting to twitch in your hand, and your breaths are getting shorter and more frequent with every movement of his fingers inside you. And then eventually your high crashes down on you, and you let out soft moans in between calling his name while he lets you ride it out. Allowing yourself only a few seconds to catch your breath, you go back to tending to your boyfriend, and with a few more controlled strokes, he reaches his orgasm as well, spilling his load into the palm of your hand and all over himself. You give him a soothing kiss, as you know what he’s about to say. And so, when you part and you get up while announcing that you’ll bring a towel, he frowns at the mess you two created.

“This is why you take off your clothes when things start going down…” he mutters, half pissed and half still in a daze your sweet touches put him in. You find some tissues on a shelf and return to Bambam quickly to clean yourselves, though you can’t dry off the stains on his pants and jacket completely.

“Be glad that it didn’t get on the sofa,” you say, wearing a smile. 

“Yeah, that would be a problem…” he states, and from the short laugh he lets out you can see that he isn’t seriously angry. You place another peck to his lips once you’re both dressed properly again and as clean as possible. Taking his hand into yours, you pull him off the sofa.

“Let’s go throw your precious jumpsuit in the laundry,” you say, “and then we kill some more time in the bathtub?” Walking closely behind you, your boyfriend’s hands are already back on your hips and he purrs his answer into your ear.

“Sounds good to me,” he says. “At least in the bathtub we can’t make a mess.”

[capaimagines]

bambam - moment of truth

Pairing: BamBam x reader | Genre: friends to lovers, angst, fluff, slightly suggestive | Warnings: swearing | WC: 1.7k

You and Bambam had been friends for a few years now. You had met your first day of work in the small accounting firm, his desk right next to yours. Of course, you had initially thought the tall boy with the silver hair and bright brown eyes was one of the most handsome men you had seen in your life. But he quickly proved that while he had the looks, he was quite irritating.

He was nice to you the first week. Always saying ‘hello’ and ‘good morning’ and inviting you to eat lunch with him and others in the office. The next week you weren’t sure what had changed, but he started teasing you a lot more. He’d steal your cup of pens or press the buttons on your keyboard while you got up to use the restroom and flip your screen upside down.

He’d make funny faces or throw paper balls at you when you were on the phone, or change the height of your chair when you ran to grab something from the copy machine. While it irritated you to no end, you soon learned from your friends as well as his, that it was just how he was once he was comfortable with someone. You felt butterflies every now and then in your stomach when that thought entered your mind.

 It didn’t take long for you to develop a small crush on your friend. While he was practically a menace in and out of the office with the teasing and joking around, he could be extremely nice and sweet. He held doors open for people, he pulled your chair out when you’d go to company luncheons, always making sure that you were one of the first to grab a plate of food.

He never let you walk home alone if you worked late, sometimes even riding the subway with you all the way back to your apartment even though he lived 40 minutes in the opposite direction. To top it off, he helped you out with work when you were feeling overwhelmed and took you out for drinks after a long day so you could vent. How could you not develop feelings?

You didn’t think he felt the same way. He seemed to act the same way with everyone so, you weren’t aware of the brimming feelings BamBam was barely keeping hidden. He thought you were the most beautiful in his eyes as well and the brightest and liveliest in the office. You put up with his teasing, and sometimes even teased him right back. When you smiled at him or laughed at one of his jokes, he sometimes had to check his pulse just to make sure his heart was still beating.

Still, he never told you about his feelings because he truly did love having you in his life. If you didn’t feel the same, he didn’t want to ruin the friendship or make it awkward. He confided in one of his friends, Mark.  To Bambam’s surprise, Mark didn’t even seem fazed by the news. “That lovesick look in your eyes when you see her gives it away bro,” He had told him, “Everyone knows, except her.” Still, he kept it a secret.

However, you and Mark had become closer the past few months and BamBam was quick to notice.  Sometimes you two would take an early lunch together.  Sometimes you’d turn down Bam’s offer to take you home because Mark had already offered to drive you back.  He lived closer to you, and you always felt guilty having BamBam going out of his way for you.  Of course, you didn’t know he did it because he liked you, not because he felt obligated.

The closer you and Mark grew, the more muddled your feelings became.  You still talked to BamBam all the time and while you two might not have been hanging out as much, you still had feelings for him.  But then there was Mark who was just as nice and gentlemanly as BamBam.  You were torn about what to do.  You decided one day you would just give it a shot with Mark.

BamBam hadn’t seemed to show he felt the same for you and while you cared for him a lot you didn’t want to be the girl that sat around waiting for unrequited love to become reciprocated.  So, you had called BamBam and told him you were coming over because you needed advice from him. 

BamBam was slightly annoyed when you arrived at his apartment. He knew what you were coming over here for. You wanted to ask about Mark. “I’m a little busy, so if we could make this quick,” he began a little coolly. You raised an eyebrow wondering what had crawled up his ass today. Usually, he was a ball of energy and sunshine. Today, he just seemed angry.

“I’m sorry.  I can go and we can just talk about it later,” you muttered out, feeling bad. If he truly was busy you were bothering him for nothing but a stupid crush. He sighed and patted your knee.  I’m sorry, it’s fine. We can talk. What’s up?” He smiled at you but it didn’t meet his eyes.

“I think I like Mark,” you blurted out. You didn’t know any other way to put it.  

“Oh,” was all BamBam said as he leaned back on the couch. The way he was slightly slouched and his lips were slightly pursed out you knew he was a little annoyed. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip before clearing his throat. “Good for you,” he muttered.

“How do I tell him? You know him more than I do! Does he feel the same? Has he talked about me at all? Do I have a chance?” BamBam rolled his eyes, standing up and walking over to his kitchen.  

“How am I supposed to know? I’m not his fucking keeper, Y/N.” There was a harshness in his tone that you had never heard from him before. Not even when he was mad.

“What’s crawled up your ass today?” You asked, following behind him.  

He leaned against the counter, closing his eyes. “I don’t want to hear about Mark, Y/N. I don’t care. Do whatever you want.” You quirked an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the wall with a slight smirk. Everything was starting to click in your head.

“I always listen to your love dramas, so why can’t you listen to mine?” You were trying to laugh and call him out on being jealous. He stomped towards you, caging you against the wall. You felt your heart stop at how close he was. You sucked in your bottom lip as you felt his breath on your chin. His gaze was hard and cold and boring into yours.

“Because I don’t want to hear it unless it’s with me,” he hissed out and you felt your eyes go wide and mouth drop open.  

“I—you—me?” With how close he was to you, his breath still fanning across your lips and his dark eyes locked with yours, words were not something you could form in your head at the moment.

“You heard me,” his voice was hard and final. You had heard him, but you didn’t know how to respond. You thought he was just a little jealous that you were getting closer to another friend, not because he actually had feelings for you.  

“You like me?” You squeaked out. Running his fingers through his hair, he let out an annoyed sigh.

“I have for months now, Y/N! God, I’ve made it so obvious! Are you really that damn dense?” He was now pacing back and forth in front of you and you knew that was because he was nervous, not because he was truly angry. He probably hadn’t meant to tell you that; it had probably slipped out in a heat of the moment sort of thing. And now you knew and you hadn’t said anything about it and just stared at him like a deer in headlights.

Your feet moved on their own as you wrapped your arms tight around him. You started laughing a little bit and BamBam felt his stomach jump to his throat. He hadn’t intended to tell you that he liked you. Now, you were laughing at him. He knew your friendship wasn’t going to be the same now. He had been right—it was never going to be the same again.

“I like you, too, idiot,” you mumbled and he froze, not sure that he had heard you right. Now he was the one that looked like a deer in headlights. You smiled up at him as he stared down at you in disbelief.  

“Y-you do?” He stuttered out, and you nodded.  

“I have for months, too, stupid. Are you really that damn dense?” You were teasing him, and his cheeks heated up.  

“I guess so,” he mumbled and you laughed, standing on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips.

He pulled you back to him, pressing his lips firmly against yours. You smiled into the kiss and he did too. “That’s such a relief,” he breathed out, and you giggled.  

“Yeah?” He nodded and cupped your cheek.  

“More than you know.” You laughed again, hugging him and he pulled you closer, rubbing your back.  

“So, does this mean that we’re together now?” He asked and you pulled away, pretending to think about it.  

“I mean...you haven’t really asked me,” you trailed off with a small smile, and he was quick to fix his mistake.

“Be my girlfriend! I’m taking you on a date tonight. Wherever you want to go.” You beamed up at him and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together.  

“I’d like that.” You two stood there for a moment, still taking in everything that had happened in the last few minutes before BamBam started laughing. You looked at him, a little confused and he grinned back at you, giving your hand a loving squeeze.

“Now I can rub it in Mark’s face that I’m better.”

[mlm-writer]

GOT Loads (Jackson Wang / GOT7 x Male!Reader)

Pairing: Jackson Wang/GOT7 x Cis!Male!Reader    Rating: Explicit  Words: 2016  Summary: Your boyfriend Jackson is a good lad and shares you with his fellow members.... it’s a GOT7 gangbang.  Note: Forgive me father fore I have sinned. Also this is 100% based on the headcanons I found on Tumblr, because I don’t actually know these guys, aside from that they make good music. This was a request and I aim to please.  Tags: Gangbang, breeding, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, facefucking, praise, cum eating, edging, degradation, rough sex, voyeurism, fingering, oral, god this is filthy, no beta we die like men 

EDIT: There is now also a sequel

Three fingers grazed your insides, stretching your ass open for all the cock it would have to take later. You were on the bed, supported by pillows with a sight that some people would kill for. Wherever you looked, hard cocks were stroked right before your eyes, making your mouth water and your ass feel very empty. You let out a whine when your boyfriend removed his slick fingers, making your ass gape. 

“You’re ready, baby?” Jackson cooed as he rubbed the head of his cock over your open and exposed hole. You nodded, muttering pleads to be filled with your boyfriend’s cock while his co-members stroked theirs in front of you, waiting their turn. You did not know how he got them all to do this, but you didn’t care. Being stuffed full of cum had always been a fantasy of yours and tonight it was going to happen. 

Jackson eased you into it, cock slick and pumping as fast as it could with the resistance it met. Even after being stretched to three fingers, you still had a tight grip on Jackson’s dick, the girth sending you to a plane of pleasure. “That’s my good boy,” Jackson mused as he thrusted steadily into you, “remember you can cum whenever you want, but we will not stop until we all have cum into this pretty ass.” Jackson squeezed your bottom, his thrusts becoming more forceful, after he added more lube and found the glide to be easier. 

He worked you up to a fast pace, the sound of skin slapping joining the pants and slight moans of the men around you. You cried a little from the mixture of pain and pleasure, whining as he fucked you just right. “Please slow down, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, but he did not slow down. You came on the pillows, before he even finished. Jackson pistoned his hips into yours through your orgasm, bringing you more tears and more pleasure. He finished inside you, as promised. 

“Youngjae, come on, before it starts to drip out of him.” You had your eyes still closed as you felt your boyfriend pull out. You clenched around nothing to keep him cum in, but relaxed when you felt another man’s cock press against the ring of muscle. He was slick with lube and slipped right in, fucking you almost as hard as Jackson had not even a minute ago. You were overstimulated, moaning pathetically while feeling like you were being used and you loved that idea. 

“You’re gonna be a good cumdump for us, aren’t you?” You heard Youngjae speak into your ear. You hummed, not really able to form words. He lifted your head by pulling your hair. Jackson was right in front of you, cock semi-hard and smirking at you. “You’re such a good slut, agreeing on being used by your boyfriend’s friends while he watches. I’m impressed.”

Youngjae had slowed down enough for you to become painfully aware of what you must look like and what you agreed to. You had Jackson’s, your boyfriend’s, seed inside you, being fucked deeper inside by one of his friends, your friends. They all could hear you moan at whichever cock entered you, see you being turned on by being used and filled. Your cock jerked against the pillows, nothing coming out, but wanting to cum again. 

Youngjae filled you before you even realised he was close, your mind too occupied by the situation you were in. You only realised the switch when he pulled out and you desperately clenched your ass to keep all the cum inside. Whoever was next removed the pillows, easily slipped inside you and held your upper body up by your hair. His cock was a little smaller than the ones you had before, but fucked you a lot faster as well. “You don’t get to hide your face or your cock anymore,” BamBam hissed in your ear. You whined, feeling exposed. Your cock was still hard, twitching as it tried to cum again, without any stimulus. Not touching yourself had been a rule. If you wanted your cock to be touched, you needed to ask someone else to do it. 

Your sweaty body was on display, cock bouncing with each rough trust. “He’s drooling for cock in his mouth,” BamBam teasingly proclaimed as the hand in your hair found your chin, holding you there for leverage. 

“I can help with that.” You placed your hands on the bed when you were pulled down by your hair, Jaebum’s cock pressing against your lips. You opened your mouth, letting him in. The two men bounced your between them, one roughly fucking your ass, while you other forced his length further and further down your throat. You choked, but Jaebum didn’t seem to care, spreading the saliva over your face with his cock, before attempting to thrust deeper. 

“Look at yourself, both holes filled with dick. I think this is the best use of you, don’t you agree?” You tried to nod in response to BamBam, but Jaebum held your head in place, fucking your mouth in a similar way BamBam was fucking your ass. 

“Remember the rule is to cum in his ass,” your boyfriend oh-so helpfully reminded the man facefucking you. Jaebum reassured him that he would hold back until he could shoot his load into your ass. Your mouth watered at the promise, your face covered in your own saliva. BamBam granted you the third load of that night and was almost immediately shoved aside by Jaebum, who was incredibly close from throatfucking you and reached orgasm with just a few thrusts into your ass, filling it with both semen and your own saliva. Jaebum was the first to be unrestrainedly vocal about his orgasm. 

“Wish it could’ve been your throat, but maybe we make that the rule next time,” he chuckled as he slowly slipped out of you. You tilted your hips, clenching your ass to keep the seed inside until the next cock was circling your hole. You were too focused on keeping everything inside, that you forgot to unclench when you felt the pressure of another dick. 

A loud slap echoed through the room, leaving a sting on your ass. “Come on, let me in, pretty boy,” Jinyoung whispered in your ear. You took a deep breath, relaxing your muscles on the exhale. Jinyoung was gentle, very aware of the beating your hole had endured all night. His fingers dug into your ass, leaving bruises as he slowly dragged his length in and out of your heat. The sensual roll of his hips drove you crazy, but he kept you on your toes with the occasional spank. 

“That’s right, pretty, relax,” he whispered, his breath growing heavier as your ass got redder. You were always a fan of rougher sex, but somehow the slow pace brought you close to your second orgasm. You whined, tears falling from your eyes as your hard dick humped air. You were almost there, when Jinyoung came before you did and pulled out to the head. You begged for release, while he lazily milked his cock inside you. “You still got two more to go,” he cooed, before giving you one last hard slap on your cheeks, “so I would hold it in if I were you.” 

You begged to be touched, ass clenching automatically when Jinyoung pulled out. Your requests remained unanswered as you were flipped onto your sore and stinging ass, a slick cock entering you. Your eyes went wide at the sudden intrusion, locking with those of Yugyeom. “Aww are you a little sore?” He teased, setting a medium pace that felt like being hammered already, but you knew he was building up to it and you weren’t sure if you could handle it. 

You shook your head in reply. “No, very,” you groaned, your ass painful, but your insides feeling full and pleasured. He chuckled and took a hold of your cock. You cried out. It felt good; so, so good and you begged him to stroke you. He just held your hard dick in his grasp, hips rolling against yours and going faster. “Please, please, I just wanna cum,” you cried out, vision getting distorted from pleasure, your body jerking. 

“You will… eventually.” He smirked in your face, thrusting roughly into you, but not going too fast. The force of this thrusts moved his hand a little over your cock, but it wasn’t enough. You let your head fall, looking at your boyfriend, upside down with pleading eyes. 

“Aww he’s been such a good boy. Let him. It feels good when he comes and you’re inside him,” Jackson mused as he swatted Yugyeom’s hand away and took a hold of your cock. You moaned at the relief, thanking him through gritted teeth and loud moans. Jackson leaned down, giving your ear a lick. “Come on, baby, cum for me,” he spoke into your ear, voice a little raspy and oh so sexy. You screamed as you followed his command, staining your own chest and his hand. 

You could hear Yugyeom moan, but you weren’t focused on him, but the fingers Jackson pushed into your mouth. He fed you your own cum, praising you as your sore cock pushed out a little more. When you finally had swallowed all of your own cum, you realised it was no longer Yugyeom fucking you. When your eyes left your boyfriend’s handsome face, you locked eyes with Mark. He looked red in the face and was sweating a little. “You’ve done well, just one more,” he whispered for only you to hear. You were grateful for his slow pace, but by judging his face it was for himself as well. “I know you’re sore, but you can take it, right?” You nodded, relaxing in his embrace as he slow-fucked into you. His cock felt like it was on fire inside you, but it was no longer the stretch that caused the burning sensation. In fact, you were pretty certain that your ass was so open, Jackson and his massive cock would meet no resistance. 

“Please cum in me, Mark,” you whispered back, needing his load as much as you needed it to be over. You loved this, but you came twice and your ass was sore. Mark was gentle, praising you for how well you were holding up and how good you had been all night. Your head was swimming, you mouth opening on instinct when you felt another cock against it. You opened your eyes, moaning when you saw Jackson. He fucked your mouth, shallowly, the head of his cock pushing against your cheek. You tried to suck on it as much as you could, but it was hard to focus with the slow drag of Mark’s cock against your insides. 

Jackson pulled out, rubbing his cock right over your face. “The… rule…” You muttered, hoping he would get it. The wolfish grin on his face told you he did. He told Mark to speed it up, but as soon as he did, he came inside you. He stayed like that for a little, coming down from finally having an orgasm after edging himself all night. Jackson pushed the head of his cock in after Mark pulled out, giving you one last load for that night. 

While Jackson was taking some pictures of your ass for you to enjoy later, Mark put your head in his lap, stroking your hair. “Well done,” you sighed as you smiled at him, whimpering when Youngjae and Jinyeong spread your ass apart, so Jackson could record their cum dripping out of you. You pushed, putting your last strength into putting on a show for the camera. You could hear the liquid leave your ass, the pressure inside dissipating. 

The boys helped getting you and the bed all cleaned up. Being bathed and dressed went by in a blur and your eyes finally closed when you were back in bed, clean and resting in the arms of the man you loved. 

[fandomnovella-blog]

The Bad Boy: Im Jaebeom

It was the senior prank day and that usually meant chaos! Last year some students toilet papered the school oak tree! God knows what was gonna happen this year! The pranks got more extravagant as the years passed! You walked into school a little weary of what you’d find! You held your binder close to you ready to bat away anything that might be about to splatter, explode or spray in your direction. You didn’t wanna take any chances and stayed away from the most crowded places in the school. To your confusion, the day passed pretty normally although every time you turned a corner you thought a bucket would land on your head. You checked your phone to make sure that the date was right. It was. So where were the pranks? Where was the screaming, running and laughing? You were slightly disappointed at this year’s turnout. You didn’t have to be for long. You were walking down the corridor of the beauty studies block, when someone grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the nearest empty classroom! You closed your eyes in terrified anticipation!

“Why are you closing your eyes?” Asked a voice laced with laughter. You peeked through your eyelashes and saw… oh nooo. Jaebeom, panting in front of you. His three piercings sparkling as they dangled from his ears. Get a run in with him and you were either in trouble with him or because of him and he didn’t care about either. You definitely didn’t want to get in trouble because of him and you didn’t much like the idea of being stuck in summer detention WITH him either. “I thought…you would throw something at me…cos, you know, Prank day.” You said meekly still flinching against the wall.

He bent down so you were at eye level. “Really now,” he said coyly “And what did you think I would throw?”

“I don’t know,” You said shakily “Eggs?”

“Did you really think I would be that sloppy?” He asked you through breathless chuckles, “Eggs? Really?! This isn’t 1985.” You felt a little stung.

“Well, you didn’t. That’s the main thing.” You said as you straightened up. You eyed the door, thinking of any excuse to put 1000 kilometres between you two. It wasn’t worth your college application to stay near him. “Listen,” you said quickly.

“This has been great and all but- “

“Today’s your lucky day Y/N! You’re gonna be my accomplice!” said Jaebeom smirking.

 “I have managed to get through today without getting pelted, attacked drenched or jumpscared. I’m not gonna stop that streak.” You said backing away.

“And I’m not getting caught and put in detention on Senior Prank Day either, at least, not alone,” said Jaebeom. “So, either you help me keep my streak or lose your squeaky clean rep. Your choice.” He folded his arms his arms, smirking, and waited for your response. You hung your head.

He chuckled and then, and then turning around in front of you said, “How do I look?”

You glanced at him quickly, “That’s a dumb question, you know you always look…” then you actually took a good look at him and was surprised to see that he was…well…scruffy! It was like he had been rolling around in a barn; feathers and bits of straw were hanging from his hair and clothes.

 “Well, I have to say you don’t look as good as you usually do.”

“You think I look good?” said Jaebeom smirking triumphantly at the annoyance on your face.

“You know that’s not what I me- “

 “I ran into a little chicken trouble.” He said cutting you off your excuse.

“Chicken trouble?” You began to ask curiously, then shaking your head said quickly “Actually don’t tell me. The less I know the better.”

“So, are you gonna help me or not?”

“I haven’t got a choice, have I?” You sighed defeated, “What do you want me to do?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Help clean me up?”

“I don’t carry that sort of stuff with me.” You said holding out your hands to indicate they were empty.

“Look around you” he said “We’re in the beauty block.”

“Yeah, but all the beauty supplies are locked up af-“ you never got to finish your sentence. Jaebeom had found a hair pin picked the lock of the supply closet and was taking out spray, a hair dryer, some product and a comb.

 “Now can you clean me up?”

Sighing, you began to brush his head roughly with your hand; trying to finish your task as soon as possible.

“Jeez! Why are you being so heavy handed?” winced Jaebeom, shielding his head from any more of your swipes.

“Cry-baby.” You muttered under your breath, but you took the straw and feathers out of his hair gentler, making sure not to miss a single strand. When it was all out of his hair, you took the comb, slicked his hair back and sprayed it so it would stay in place. “All done! Now can I leave?!” you said impatiently. Without saying a word to you he stuck his head around the door.

“Not just yet” he said, looking over your shoulder. “Miss F is walking down the hall.”

“That’s not my problem!” you said defiantly  You turned to leave but he suddenly spun you around and held you close, his hands on your hips and your noses almost touching.  You went to push him away, but he held firm staring in your eyes with an intensity you had never seen before, he said slowly and quietly  “Just look this way.” You heard the door open.

“Honestly, Jaebeom? Here?” Said the teacher. She gestured towards where you both stood.

“Well, what can I do Miss?” Said Jaebeom with a smirk “We needed somewhere more…private for our date! People were running around everywhere!” You turned red and resisted the urge to gag. If you got in trouble because of him…

 “I really didn’t need to know” Said Miss F, “You wouldn’t have anything to do with 12 chickens would you?” You choked! So THAT explains the chicken trouble.

“Nothing Miss.” Said Jaebeom innocently.  She eyed him suspiciously, of course she wouldn’t believe a word he said, he was IM JAEBEOM!

“So, what’s all THAT on the floor?” she asked looking at the mess of straw and feathers from Jaebeom’s hair. He opened his mouth to speak but you jumped in quickly,

“That was me, Miss!! You told me to work on my texturing in art class so I decided to use feathers, sorry for the confusion.” and you hastily bent to pick them up. It didn’t sound believable to you at all but you hoped and prayed to all the gods that she would fall for it; and anyway, you weren’t lying, she HAD asked you to work on your texturing in art class.

“I see…” the teacher said quietly. It seemed to you that she was deciding whether to believe this lie, “Well, whatever the case get out of the classroom you know  they’re out of bounds at lunchtime.” And with that she left the room.

“Happy chicken hunting Miss!” called Jaebeom after her. When you were sure she had gone you stood up and stared incredulously at him,

 “I swear to God Jaebeom! You let loose twelve chickens in the school?!”

Jaebeom chuckled “Nope, I let loose 11.”

“So why- “

“We tagged them, but we purposely missed out number eleven and wrote twelve instead! They’ll be looking for that twelfth chicken for hours!” Then he considered you “You’re a good sport you know.” He said, looking over you. “I like your quick thinking!”

“I didn’t have a choice!” you said exasperated.

“Be honest with yourself. You like the thrill.”

“Not a bit.” You replied adamantly.

“We’ll see…” he said tentatively. He winked and left the room. UGH! Jaebeom! At least you didn’t get caught.

“Chickens, that really did top last year’s oak tree situation…” You muttered to yourself, “Clever of them to mis-tag the chickens!” You laughed quietly at how Senior Prank day had gone. Definitely not how you had expected. At that moment your phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number

“Told you 😉-JB.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Afternoon dabble with bambam and his gf. She's just hanging out in a towel and head towel after a shower to ease tension in her neck, on her bed. His reaction to seeing her like this. Slight purposefully exposed under and above the towel.

Hope you enjoy! Not sure how I feel about this one, I don’t think I can really write steamy moments very well jeje

-

“Are you almost done in there?” You heard Bambam yell. You sighed, of only you could get just 10 minutes of peace and quiet before your lovely, but still, very loud boyfriend had to come and ruin it. You continued on with your shower like normal, taking your time for your own sake and sanity. More pounding on the door paired with some odd wailing, did he not know how to open the door? It was unlocked after all. 

Maybe you deserved a little revenge, he did ruin what was your only alone time all day. Yes, this ten-minute shower had been your only alone time all day. He had been clinging to you from the second he woke up and every second thereafter. He had even wormed his way into the bathroom every time you had to use it. Every bite of food you took was fed to you by Bambam and you had no idea what had gotten into him. He almost never acted like this. 

You stepped out of the shower, taking in the scent of your new body wash and taking your time to apply your lotion, before stepping out into the adjoining room. Not of course before expertly wrapping a towel around your hair and taking a smaller than normal towel to wrap around your body, skillfully twisting and tucking loose ends to make the towel fit just right. Bam looked up from his phone as he lounged on the bed, taking in the sight of your body wrapped in what he would say was a tiny towel that was just barely doing its job of soaking up the drops of water still present. Besides showing a little more skin than necessary, you weren’t acting weird like you were trying to get his attention or anything like that. All you were doing was applying your serum like you usually would. But perhaps it was the steam billowing out of the bathroom that smelled just like his favorite perfume of yours. It was as if he was watching a movie and you had just stepped out in slow motion. His eyes snapped right back to the phone in hand, distract distract distract.

So then why was Bambam having such a hard time taking his eyes off you? The perfume smelled better than usual, the towel shorter than ever before, and was that drop of water from your hair traveling down your neck in slow motion? He licked his lips, his phone couldn’t save him now. After being stuck to you all day, why was even looking at you now so difficult? Was this some form of revenge because he had just been a bit too much to handle that day? Yes, but he didn’t have to know that and there was no way for him to figure it out. 

“Did you hear me?” He heard you ask. 

He hummed, had you even been talking to him? He couldn’t see your lips moving, which was weird he did remember staring at them. 

“I asked if you were over your little mood yet, I can’t even believe how clingy you were earlier. Seriously, what has gotten into you?” You questioned. 

Yet again, more words going in one ear and out the other did you have to remove the towel from your hair like that? Like it was a commercial or a movie, slow and attractive, he would call it a cinematic masterpiece. And oh my god- now you were rolling your neck! Seeing you try to ease a pain in your neck was no supposed to be this attractive. He couldn’t do this anymore. Before you got the chance to make your way back to the bathroom, he pushed you onto your back and straddled your hips. He saw your eyes widen in surprise before your lips parted to complain again, but he pressed a kiss to your lips. 

“Babe, I don’t know what you’ve done today to make you so irresistible, but I am not letting you out of my sight or my arms for the rest of the night,” He breathed out. “And this time I swear no complaints will leave that pretty mouth of yours.”

[channiebbang]

touch

synopsis: in which jinyoung keeps his distance from his girlfriend because he doesn’t want to hurt her. spoiler alert: he hurts her.

characters: Jinyoung, Jaebeom, Youngjae, Mark, Jackson, Bambam, Yugyeom, Main Character

pairing: universitystudent!Jinyoung x classmate!maincharacter

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 3k

warnings: none

author’s note: I wrote this around march 2020 and posted it on wattpad. It’s not my best work but it’s one of the few I actually like, so I hope you will enjoy reading 😊

When Jinyoung asked y/n out she was the happiest, to say the least. She had went home and screamed like a high school girl going on a first date.

That was the effect Park Jinyoung had on people, he was the epitome of kindness, handsomeness and chivalry. It was shocking to know this kind of gentlemen still existed, and he just happened to ask y/n out.

Their first date was cute and just right. He picked her up from her house and they went to a little caffee shop that just opened, had some dessert and went on a walk along Han river. They talked and talked, sure a couple of awkward silences happened here and there but both of them tried to always make conversation and learn about each other as much as possible.

Y/n was grateful when, after dropping her home, Jinyoung was considered enough not to lean in to kiss her lips or cheeks. She wanted to take things slow.

Sure, she liked Jinyoung but she wasn't comfortable enough with him yet to start skinship right away. I mean, the two barely talked before the day he asked her out, having exchanged words with each other only when asking for notes or when they had projects.

They had been dating for quiet some time when Y/n noticed something. Something that would catch her eye every time they would meet afterwards.

Jinyoung never showed physical affection.

See at first she thought he just was taking his sweet time, so she waited, after all, she needed her own time too. She wasn't in a hurry, anyway.

As time went on and she started hanging out with him and his friends more, she suddenly noticed how, although Jinyoung was always as sweet as honey when he talked to her and looked at her, he never made an attempt in anyway. She thought he didn't want her to be uncomfortable with unwanted touches, after all, he was always attentive with his surroundings.

They had been dating for a little over a year when she noticed.

It was days after the new year had started, they all had been invited to Jaebeom's birthday gathering. Jinyoung picked her up from her house that evening, and drove to the older's house, soft music playing in the background of his car.

His eyes shifted to his girlfriend in the passenger's seat for less than a second. She was scrolling through her Instagram, her hair fallen over her face, the black coat around her shoulders covering her knee length, evening dress. Jinyoung smiled.

"Hey," he called the girl, turning the steering wheel, his eyes back on the road. He waited for her to lock her phone and hum at him.

"You're beautiful, as usual," he muttered, concentrating on the road, unaware of the effect his words had on his girl. Y/n's cheeks were dusted a deep pink. Jinyoung always used to compliment her when she was doing the most random things. He said he didn't do it on purpose, she didn't believe him.

"Thank you," she said after clearing her throat. Her eyes shifted to his neatly styled hair and formal but casual outfit.

"You're very pretty, too," she complimented. Jinyoung looked at her for a second, a playful grin on his lips.

"Pretty?" He asked chuckling deeply, Y/n nodded laughing quietly.

"Yes, I think so. Very pretty," she confirmed, Jinyoung nodded his head murmuring a "okay, fair enough". He parked the car in Jaebeom's garage, before getting out and rounding the car, opening the door for Y/n. She flashed him a thankful smile and he nodded, leading her inside his friend's house.

Jaebeom's place looked just like always, cozy and familiar. Y/n walked in and took off her heels, slipping on a pair of slippers and hanging her coat in the small closet just by the entrance. Having done so many times before.

They heard footsteps before they saw Bambam peek over the corner that led into the living room. He smiled at the couple.

"Guys y/n noona is here! Oh and Jinyoung-hyung," he called out before he came out of the corner and opened his arms engulfing the laughing girl in a big hug. Jinyoung scoffed loudly, before loudly slapping Bambam's arm and walking in the living room, greeting his other friends and the birthday boy.

Y/n made her way in arm in arm with Bambam, the two engrossed in a conversation about Bambam's new video he sent her right after filming and editing it.

She went around the room saying hello to the other boys before giving a side hug to Jaebeom and wishing a happy birthday.

Jaebeom insisted they had dinner right away because he was starving and the food was really good, when Yugyeom whined that it was still too early, Jaebeom snapped back that it was his birthday and so whatever he said would be the end of discussion.

They had just finished dinner and each grabbed a small glass of chocolate mousse before moving back in the living room. Y/n and Youngjae being the last ones to leave the dining area.

She walked to Jinyoung's side seeing as the seat beside him, was empty, the other side occupied by Mark. She mocked Youngjae when he teased her and in response the guy pushed her lightly, laughing out loud. Y/n lost her balance right when she was lowering herself to the seat, resulting in having her arm pushed slightly against Jinyoung's. She didn't think too much of it and just laughed at Youngjae when she saw his worried expression.

She did however take into notice how Jinyoung turned to her with an irritated expression, pausing his conversation with Mark, only to widen his eyes when he realized it was Y/n. She smiled at him, apologizing and going to pull back, when Jinyoung quickly shifted away from her, as if he got burnt. She took his awkward smile into notice and she had to admit, it did hurt just a little bit. She smiled like she didn't notice and turned back to Youngjae, reassuring him that she was okay.

That was the first time she noticed his reluctance when she was too close. She didn't know why he felt that way and she didn't know how to bring it up to him. So she didn't. She thought it would be okay.

She noticed after that whenever they met and hung out, she noticed how every time she would unintentionally brush her elbow against his arm he would shift away, or pull his arm back. She would notice how when they had to walk in a place too crowded he would awkwardly tuck his hands inside his pockets and make sure he was at least a couple of feet apart from her.

One day she had been hanging out with him at his apartment when she got a notification that her mid term results were up. While she waited for Jinyoung to finish cooking she decided to check her marks. She had been super worried about not doing well and if you asked Jinyoung he would say she totally didn't whine his ear off.

She squealed when she saw that she didn't do well but way too well, she got up from the couch and ran to the kitchen, excited to tell Jinyoung.

"Jinyoung! Jinyoung!"she called as soon as she reached the kitchen, the boy hummed while turning towards her, she shoved her phone in his face grinning like a mad woman. The boy smiled seeing her this excited and checked what she was showing, a wide grin made its wat to his face and he looked over at her.

Y/n on the other hand tossed her phone on the counter and squealing jumped on Jinyoung, wrapping her arms around his neck. With eyes wide and a shocked expression, his hands automatically rested on her sides. The girl pulled back, grabbing his shoulders and started jumping.

"I freaking did it! I was so worried and for nothing! I'm sorry, for talking your ear of! Ahhh I'm so happy," she rambled on, not noticing the panicked expression on Jinyoung's face. She went to wrap her arms around him again when he scrambled back hitting his hip against the counter.

Y/n stopped abruptly. Her smile slowly leaving her lips when she finally saw the look in her boyfriend's face and she realized what she had done. An embarrassed expression replaced her previous proud smile. A blush tinting her cheeks. The air was awkward to say the least. Y/n looked at Jinyoung again, their eyes meeting. She gave him a tight lipped smile before grabbing her phone and walking out of the kitchen and to the living room. Jinyoung opened his mouth to say something, anything, to stop the girl but nothing came out. He just stood in the kitchen, and regretted it as soon as he heard the front door opening and closing.

-

"You're so stupid, hyung," Bambam scoffed, leaning on the kitchen counter, looking at the older pacing in front of him.

Said older stopped his walking and turned sharply towards the younger.

"I called you to help me out not to point out the obvious, you dipshit," he retorted watching the younger mock him.

"At least you know," he murmured before screaming as he barely dodged a slipper aimed at his face.

"Don't forget you asked me to come here, I can leave right now, without giving you any advice," the twig pointed a finger at the older. Jinyoung shook his head quickly and raised his hands apologizing.

"Won't happen again, just help me," the older pleaded. Bambam chuckled. This is so fun. He thought.

"Wait, why would you even dodge her every time she tries to touch you?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows. He watched as Jinyoung slightly coughed. He scratched the back of his neck.

"She said something about her ex-boyfriend making her uncomfortable with touching her all the time," the older cleared out, a displeased expression on his face. Bambam nodded, before tilting his head to the side and thinking.

"So...she didn't like being touched by her ex-boyfriend? Like at all? Not even to hold hands?" He inquired genuinely interested. Jinyoung shook his head.

"No, more like inappropriate touches. He was always inappropriately touching her, and if he was not he would make sure it would turn inappropriate. She got really uncomfortable with that after a while," the older explained, Bambam nodded listening carefully.

"Well, have you touched her that way? Did she say that before or after you touched her anyway?" He asked taking an apple from the fruit basket, washing it and taking a bite from it. When he didn't get any answer he turned back to look at his hyung only to see him blushing madly.

"What's up with your face?" The younger gaped at him, never having seen him like this. He was scared.

"What's up with yours, shitface?" And he was back. Bambam let out an obvious breath, relieved.

"We-I-I never touched her in anyway, she told me I think after I asked her about her past relationships on our third date," the older blushed again. Bambam started coughing badly at the words he was hearing. Jinyoung frowned looking displeased at the younger. Bambam gestured for him to give him something to drink while coughing.

"You're so annoying," the older muttered passing him a glass of water that the younger gulped down quickly.

"Well, sorry for choking at your stupidity," Bambam sassed back. Jinyoungs eye shifted to the knives placed blade down in the wooden container. Bambam noticed.

"I'm only joking, no need to go behind bars," he quickly added. Jinyoung smiled tightly before switching back to a serious face.

"But like, with no touching, do you mean not even like holding hands? No hugs? No....kisses?" Bambam whispered the last part, hoping, wishing, he was wrong and his hyung wasn't as much of a loser. But all his wishes came crashing down when the older cleared his throat shrugging and avoiding eye contact.

And obviously, because its Bambam, he could not miss the opportunity of being a bit dramatic. So he deeply gasped and pretended that his knees gave out. Jinyoung quickly chucked an apple at the younger, hitting him in the shoulder.

"Stop judging me!" He exclaimed at the laughing boy in front of him.

"I need to know something else," Bambam chuckled taking a bite of the apple again, making sure he chewed slowly. Jinyoung nodded resting his head in his hands, totally feeling down that his little brother was laughing at him.

"If you never touched her, and she just shared that bit of information because you asked her. Why the hell have you been avoiding her advances? I would understand it if you just avoided touching her inappropriately but, hyung, you avoid any touches. Like its been more than a year you two have been dating and not even a kiss? Why is she dating you?" Bambam went on a rant, his last statement seeming more like a reflection than an actual question. That didn't stop Jinyoung from feeling offended.

"I-I-" the older opened and closed his mouth.

"Well, isn't that what's right?" He wondered out loud. Bambam scoffed.

"Why is she dating you?" This time he asked to the elder.

"She just shared what made her uncomfortable with her ex, not you, the least you should've done was make sure you weren't being inappropriate or making her uncomfortable. It's only normal for you to be attracted to her, hyung, she's your girlfriend after all. But at this point you've been depriving one of the essentials to a good relationship. I honestly don't know why she's still in it," Bambam spoke honestly, all traces of sarcasm gone. Jinyoung opened his mouth and closed it like a fish, not knowing what to say.

"What do I do?" Jinyoung whined and banged his head on the counter. Bambam looked at him with a disgusted expression.

"For starters, don't whine ever again, it's unsettling. And second, go get your girl before she actually realizes she shouldn't date you, and stop overthinking. Just make sure you don't make her feel uncomfortable. That's all you can do," Bambam spoke solemnly. Jinyoung nodded with a newfound confidence and smiled at his friend. "Thanks, Bam. Who knew you can actually give advice? The more you know, right?" Jinyoung grinned at Bambam's offended face, before dashing out of the kitchen and quickly grabbing his keys and jacket, he slipped his shoes on.

"You can stay as long as you want!" He screamed before slamming the door on his way out.

-

Jinyoung was in front of Y/n's house, panting heavily as he noticed her room's lights were on. He had ran all the way to her place after coming to the conclusion that taking his car was just going to be a hassle and a danger to his clouded mind.

He fished out his phone out of his pants pocket and quickly tapped to Y/n's contact before pressing the phone to his ear, hearing his phone ring.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," he chanted softly before sucking in a breath when she picked up. The line was silent for a while.

"Jinyoung?" He exhaled deeply when Y/n's voice came through the speakers. Her voice strained, he cursed himself mentally thinking that she cried because of him.

"Hello?" She spoke again. Jinyoung cleared his throat.

"C-can you come out for a bit? I need to talk to you," Jinyoung asked hopefully. Y/n was silent for a bit.

"What are you doing outside?" She asked, he heard fumbling in the background before he heard a door open and close.

"I needed to talk to you," he muttered looking towards the house.

"I'm walking out now," and before he could say anything she had already hung up. Jinyoung shoved the phone in his pants when he saw the door opening and Y/n walk out.

She was wearing her pastel yellow cotton trousers and sweater set. He smiled fondly at the girl as she walked down the stairs of the house, her dark, wavy hair bouncing around her.

She quietly opened the main metal door and gestured for Jinyoung to enter, which he gladly did.

She closed the gate and turned making her way to the steps again, sitting on the step below the first one, Jinyoung followed her sitting on the top one not saying anything. She finally turned to him and his eyes softened when she offered a smile, though her eyes were puffy and nose was pink.

"I'm sorry, so so much," he blurted out. Y/n pulled her knees closer to her and rested her chin on them. A soft smile on her lips.

"It's okay, Jinyoung," she whispered, but he heard the small quiver her voice held.

"I-I thought you would be uncomfortable if I touched you, just like you were with your ex," Jinyoung fumbled with his fingers, now understanding why Bambam thought he was so stupid. He sounded like it. He felt Y/n's eyes on him but he did not dare look at her.

"Jinyoung," she called for his attention, the boy's head snapped towards his girlfriend.

"I don't think I would ever be uncomfortable with you, you're always so attentive and considerate," she said sincerely. Jinyoung smiled and scooted closer to her.

"Good, I never want to feel how I did today and most of all. I never want you to feel how you did today. I'm sorry I wasn't as considerate as you think I am. I'm sorry it took me this long to understand how stupid I was being," he honestly said, Y/n shook her head, smiling adoringly.

"Better late than never, right?" She muttered, Jinyoung looked at her face, feeling so much love for the girl in front of him. He nodded smiling.

"Right." He agreed. They stayed like that for a moment.

"Now let me hug you, I think I need it after my desperation, today," Jinyoung sighed lifting himself up and sitting on the step behind her. He wrapped his arms across her collarbones from behind and rested his cheek against her head. Y/n smiled lovingly and leaned back against his chest.

"What did you do?" She asked letting him sway her from side to side.

"Something terrible...I took advice from Bambam," he muttered kissing his girlfriend's hair and closing his eyes. She gasped jokingly before laughing.

"Jinyoung," she called for his attention. He hummed soflty.

"I love you," she muttered closing her eyes and leaning her head to his. Jinyoung smiled against her hair, he turned away his face from hers and pushed the back of his head towards the crook of her neck.

"I love you too, princess," he mumbled feeling at ease.