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vad-hander · 2 months ago

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I Love You More

pairing: Jaebeom x reader

others: Jinyoung, GOT7 members

genre: fluff

warnings: idol GOT7!au, married couple, pure softness, crying

Words: 1,1k

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short soft one-shot inspired by GOT7's concerts this weekend and them being so emotional and crying and saying a lot of things that tore my heart apart. Jaebeom will always hold a very special place in my heart and I was excited to write this! I haven't written for got7 in years, so let me know, if you're interested in more

alsooo, I've never posted anything this short, so let me know if you enjoy stuff like this and I should be doing more of it!

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You stood in the corner of the waiting room, your eyes trained on the only man that actually mattered in your life and as the teardrops streamed down his pretty face your heart squeezed in an attempt to pump blood into your head and steady out its beats. Your heart ached, but you held back from crying in this moment with him - if he’d see your tears you knew it’d be an undying contest of emotional breakdown and you didn’t want him to go through that. You loved him too much. He only ever deserved love, happiness and much easier life than he was living now.

Jackson patted Jaebeom’s head and the staffs that filled the room tried to continue with their duties, but also be mindful of 7 crying and sobbing men in the centre of that room. Your gaze shifted to sobbing Mark and the way teared up Youngjae and Bam tried to calm him down. At least this view wasn’t tearing your heart into pieces. As a figure approached you, though, you had to readjust your eyes and focus on the man in front of you. The very next moment Jinyoung’s very warm hand grabbed yours and pulled you behind him. He felt your resistance and turned around, reading your face expression perfectly.

"I think he really needs you to calm him down." Jinyoung pulled onto your arm once again and you followed. "Hey, Seunah" Jinyoung called out in an attempt to whisper, but making it more of a low growl. Jackson, raising his head and seeing Jinyoung pulling on to you took a step back. Giving you space to come closer and giving you two space for privacy. Jaebeom raised his head a little, as he felt the loss of contact and took a few blinks to focus his teary eyes on you. Both Jackson and Jinyoung respectfully took a few more steps back and as you approached Jaebeom a little more, you couldn’t hold back a pout. Jaebeom straightened his back properly and it seemed the tears streamed down his face at a much lower pace. You pursed your lips and took a little step closer, not forgetting precaution and turning around to read the room - everyone seemed busy with themselves and their duties. But in all honesty - you couldn’t just stand and watch him any longer, even if the people watched you two attentively - your heart ached the moment you saw that first tear fall down his face back on stage.

“You did so well-.“ You still whispered, everyone acted busy, but peoples’ ears were always perked up. Jaebeom blinked more tears down his face. Shit, you only made it worse for him. “Everything went so perfectly. You worked so hard. I’m so proud. These should be happy tears, everything worked out amazing. Right?“ you tried to give Jaebeom a smile, your words only made the tears fall down harder, while Park Jinyoung expected you to do the opposite. “Ah-, love, don’t cry.“ You finally sighed and reached a hand to his face, cupping his cheek and making a lame attempt at catching the teardrops - it did seem impossible. The waterfall that streamed down his face was impossible to stop with a finger. Jaebeom leaned in into your touch and closed his eyes. You tried to caress the softness of his cheek, while not making it too inappropriate for a working environment. “Everyone’s so proud and everyone are so thankful for the things you do. You’ve put so much hard work into this, it’s okay to cry. I can’t even hold back my tears for you and ah-.“ Jaebeom suddenly draped his arms over your shoulders and lost his face in the crook of your neck. You patted his nape in a very weak attempt to calm him down. He seemed crashed, drained and exhausted. You really wished you could lift him up just like that and transfer to bed and let him get as much sleep as he needed - doesn’t matter if its 12 hours or a week. You watched him work so hard all these weeks to make the concerts possible, you watched him all those years make all those things possible while also being a sweet and loving husband to you. “I just hope it’s tears of relief. As long as they’re not tears of pain - it doesn’t matter. We could cry all night long, right?“ You tried to give him a little kiss, forgetting all the work space boundaries in your head, landing your lips on his jaw. You patted his nape a few more times, moving your arms lower - you gave his waist a squeeze and rubbed your face against his shoulder - the sobbing man in your arms seemed to calm down at least a little.

“I love you.“ you breathed out, somehow in unison with Jaebeom and as shocked as you were at the silly little coincidence, Jaebeom moved back a little and looked at you properly, with no tears falling out of his eyes, beautiful irises focusing on you.

“That’s silly of us.“ You giggled, moving your fingers to dry out the tears on Jaebeom’s cheeks.

“But I, definitely love you more.“ He even made a weak attempt to smile and made you feel more at ease yourself. The air suddenly felt lighter and the second time he tried to make that little smile - the smugness on his face, your chest burned with love. Jaebeom covered your palm with his and moved it closer to his mouth. “I wouldn’t be here without your support.“ You knew exactly what he meant by that, how hard it was for both him and you to get his mind to a better place. You weren’t about to shy away and act like you weren’t behind it all. In a great partnership with the man himself, of course.

“I know.“ You accepted with a playful nod and watched his lips give your palm a kiss with a smile. You were glad you could refer to dark times with a joke and a smile now. Jaebeom let go of your arm and tried to dry his face with the shirt he wore.

“Ah!“ Jinyoung materialised behind you, his firm palm on your shoulder making you jump in place. “Nothing like a wife’s touch that could calm a man down.“ He teased happily, wrinkles round his eyes as he smiled were the reason for a little upward motion on the corners of your lips.

“Sh! Shut up, there are strangers in this room.“ you hissed at the man, feigning annoyance. Jinyoung ruffled your hair with a teasing face expression.

“Hey, show some respect.“ you played back, your unending battle of teasing continuing every time you opened your mouths.

“Right, show some respect to my wife!“ Jaebeom chimed in, regret on his face immediate, as the both of you knew the comeback would be explosive. Jaebeom wrapped an arm around your waist, you not being sure whether he was backing you up or wanted you to back him up in this.

Jinyoung, though, already moved on - looking at the members and then at his leader and giving you nod.

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maskedcrawford · 1 month ago

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Jackson Wang x Reader

Summary: It's been 10 years since you and Jackson seen each other, what happens when you both get cast in a K-Drama playing friends to lovers?

A/N: My first Jackson Wang fic! Thank you to my darling Anon who requested this! I hope I portrayed him correctly. Let me know if this wasn't what you wanted.

Requests are OPEN

You’re sitting in the makeup chair, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the first scene of the day.

“Oh, man it’s nice to meet you,” you hear a familiar voice say and your eyes snap open to look over at none other than Jackson Wang. Your jaw slightly drops as the makeup lady is trying to finish your lips. She puts the finishing touches on and you hop out of the chair walking over to him.

“Jackson?” your voice is unsure. He looks over at you and his eyes grow wide.

“Oh my god! Y/n?” he walks over and embraces you in a huge bear hug. You giggle as your return his embrace.

“It’s been what, 10 years?” he asks as he looks you up and down.

“You look beautiful as ever,” you blush slightly at his compliment.

“Yeah, it’s been a long time, you look great.” You once him over as well, really appreciating what you see.

“So wait, what are you doing here?”

“I’m playing the lead male role,” he runs his hands through his hair nonchalantly.

“No way! You’re my costar?” you smile wide and he raises his brows.

“I guess so,” he laughs.

“All right, you two. Let’s get you here, and y/n you’ll be at the bar, here.” The director moves you and steps out of the frame. The scene begins and you sip on your drink, looking around with your legs crossed. Jackson walks over slyly slipping into the seat beside you. You glance his way, getting a nice view of his side profile. He looks over at you and on cue you turn your head.

“And cut!” you hear. You feel his eyes on you, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him directly right now, fearing he’ll realize the blush you’re carrying upon your cheeks isn’t fake.

“And action!” You sigh with a drop of your shoulders.

“My name’s Minho,” the blonde says as he walks in your line of sight. You look him up and down dramatically before taking another sip.

“Mhm,” you nod, “I’m Yejin,” you give him a dazzling smile. Jackson notices the way it reaches your eyes; he returns the gesture.

“Would you like to dance?” he offers his hand out to you and, as scripted, you set the drink down and take his hand.

“Are you from here?” he quirks a brow.

“I live over in Busan,” you say as you both hit the dance floor. The music is fast paced, you turn your back to his chest and he talks in your ear.

“So what are you doing all the way out here?” his tone is playful and you bring your bottom lip between your teeth for real

“I wanted a change of scenery,” you pause and turn to face him with your arms around his neck. Jackson’s eyes grow wide as this wasn’t scripted, but keeps his hands around your waist.

“And I found a nice one,” you wink and he smirks.

“And cut! Nice improv y/n,” the director compliments. You and Jackson are still wrapped up together for a moment too long before you realize it’s time to change the scene.

“Hey, how about we grab lunch together today? My treat,” Jackson asks.

“Sure, it’d be nice to catch up.” You give him a genuine smile before parting ways temporarily. He has a solo scene, one where his character must act like he see’s yours everywhere before calling her, and you watch him closely. You both make eye contact a few times when he’s supposed to be ‘seeing’ you. You offer him an encouraging smile to keep going and he does, very professionally.

“All right, let’s break for lunch!” the director announces after the scene gets a few takes. Jackson rushes over to you.

“I’ll meet you back here?” he offers and you smile with a nod. You both get changed into more normal attire before meeting back up at the mentioned spot.

“You wanna head out the back?” you both go to walk out the front door, with a security guard to your front and back, and per usual the k media is outside waiting. You hear a flurry of voices and cameras, and Jackson instinctively takes your hand, wading through the crowd with you so you don’t get lost or overwhelmed. You both slide into the waiting car.

“You ok?” he asks once you’re both settled. You nod.

“I’m good, you’d think I’d be used to it by now,” you half laugh.

“It never really gets easier, just something you grow to understand is part of it,” he mentions. Once again you nod in response.

“So you and GOT7?” you nudge his side playfully and he smiles wide.

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck suddenly feeling flustered with how close you guys are.

“I know you’re excited to perform with them again. I mean Python? Such a banger,” you compliment and he looks at you surprised.

“Wait, you’ve listened to it?”

“Of course, just because we lost touch doesn’t mean I stopped rooting for you.” His eyes flash with genuine gratitude.

“I’ll always support you. I mean, we both debuted around the same time J, what’s the world coming to if you can’t support your friends?”

“I honestly thought you had forgotten about me,” he says sheepishly.

“How could I ever forget about the guy who basically saved me from getting cake all over my brand new stage outfit at our first after show bash?” You both chuckle at the memory.

“That was a great party,” he reminisces.

“And they time,” he starts with a laugh, “Where we were on that variety show,” you both start to laugh uncontrollably.

“The one where you had to constantly repeat everything for me a little slower because I couldn’t understand him,” you chime in. You both are in fits of laughter when the car stops outside the restaurant.

Over lunch the two of you talk about past memories, your current lives and plans for the future.

“So, what’s this I hear about a girlfriend?” you ask as you take a bite of your food.

“What girlfriend?” He does the same.

“So, it’s a rumor then, good to know,”

“Why is that good?” His voice is teasing and you can all ready tell where this is going. Back when you two debuted you and Jackson were always teased like you had a crush on each other. Multiple times there were rumors that you two dated but the most that happened was a soft slow kiss between you two one night after a little too much to drink when celebrating a great show. It was chalked up to a drunken mistake, to Jackson at least, but it still replayed in your head more often than you’d like to admit.

“No, I mean,” you sigh with an embarrassed smile on your face as you hide it with your hands.

“What you mean is, you can’t stop thinking about that passionate kiss we shared that night,” he says in a dramatic tone, trying to lighten the mood of the moment.

“Oh, so you still think about it?” you tease and he tosses his head back in laughter, trying to hide the blush on his face.

“I missed you,” he says after a moment, “A lot.” He glances up from his plate.

“I missed you too, Jax.” You both go silent for a beat, but before the tension can get too awkward, he looks at his watch.

“We should get back,” he stands up and puts the cash on the table for the waiter. You turn to grab your wallet.

“I said it was my treat,” he tuts. And you slowly stop rummaging through your bag.

“I don’t expect you to pay,” you say as he takes your hand again and leads you out.

“And I don’t expect my lady to pay,” you both freeze for a beat before he looks back at you.

“I meant a lady, not-not my lady,” he tries to laugh off.

“No, I think you meant my,” you tease and you both walk out the door. Once again, you are led through a small army of paparazzi, Jackson’s grip on your hand is solid, not too tight, but secure.

You both get back in the car and are driving back to the studio.

“I really didn’t mean my,” he tries to defend.

“Whatever you say,” you tease once again and he smiles while shaking his head. You take a minute to really soak up the moment, to make it a clear memory. You both ride silently back to the studio where the rest of the day’s filming is set to begin.

The director approaches you both as soon as you walk back on set, so quickly Jackson hadn’t even had time to let go of your hand from helping you inside.

“We’re going to have you guys film the first kiss scene, so get to make up.” He informs you and you and Jackson share a look, one of uncertainty.

After you both get your makeup done you are both back on set with a rainy feel, they really were going for dramatic.

“And action!”

“Wait, I forgot my line!” You jog over to a woman holding the script and you review for a quick moment before nodding and going back.

“Minho!” you call over the sound of the fake rain as he walks off. He’s meant to be frustrated. Jackson looks back at you.

“What,” he shouts over the noise. His face is cold, angry. You run up to him like you’re scripted to do and smash your lips against his. He hesitates like he’s meant to. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, the cold water falling on both of you to dramatize the scene.

He puts his hands on your waist, his fingers slightly digging in. He kisses you back with passion, with need and desire; for a moment it’s not fake for either of you.

“Cut! Let’s run that again, I want multiple angles.” The director says as you two separate and stare at each other for a moment. The cameras move around you and you’re placed back in your original spot. Jackson’s face is blank. Meanwhile yours is flustered.

“Action!” is called again and you run through the motions once more. This happens a few times, each time you Jackson pull apart something flashes across his face that you can’t read. One last time the scene is done and Jackson makes a bold decision.

As your lips land on his he puts one hand behind your head and the other around your waist, and he takes his tongue, separating your willing lips to explore your mouth. You gasp quietly.

“Cut! That’ll do it! Let’s move on!” the director shouts. You both pull away slowly and stand there amidst the commotion around you. You stare into each others eyes for a long moment before you’re suddenly pulled away from him. The rest of the day you shoot a scene where you’re constantly replaying the kiss in your head, and if you were honest that didn’t take much acting. The kiss replayed during takes and in between. You couldn’t look at Jackson during the scene or you’d blush.

The worst part? You couldn’t hardly sleep that night without dreaming of it. You knew there would be other scenes where you two kissed but for some reason you hadn’t expected it to leave this much of an impression. The next few months are spent filming, and as a result, you and Jackson both rekindle your friendship.

Over the next few weeks, you and Jackson rekindle that lost friendship and tonight you’re at his house as this is one of the biggest episodes in the show. You’re both sitting on his couch when the scene comes on. Both of you get really still and focus on the tv. The episode ends with the kiss and you both groan.

“Talk about a cliff hanger,” you giggle. You expect Jackson to agree but he’s sitting there, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

“J, you ok?” He scoffs with a half laugh.

“Yeah, I,” he takes a deep breath.

“Actually, no I’m really not.” You set the bowl of popcorn down on the table and turn to face him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he mumbles with a hand combing through his hair. He doesn’t meet your gaze, rather he looks at the floor, as if something far more interesting could be down there.

“About,” you ask trailing off.

“It,” he shrugs.

“The kiss.” His tone is low, shame filled almost.

“And I’m sorry, you’re my friend, but it’s the truth,” he rubs his face, still not able to look you in the eye. You don’t have any kind of expression nor do you say anything.

“Y/n?” he asks timidly.

“Yeah,” you breathe processing the information he just laid at your feet.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” he starts but you cut him off.

“I can’t stop thinking about it either,” you admit and his eyes snap up from the floor to yours. You both look at each other in silence for a brief moment before Jackson moves closer to you, hesitantly, like he’ll jump at the slightest unction of any discontent from you. He glances at your lips. You notice his hesitation and close the gap between you. Your lips interlock in a passionate kiss that sends electricity through your body and your heart races.

His hands find your waist and he gently tugs you to him. You slide on to his lap and straddle his waist as your hands find his face to cup it. You break apart, only for the reason of needing air. You both smile and rests your foreheads together, his hands holding you as if he let you go, you’d disappear.

“Remind me not to let you go,” he laughs quietly and presses another sweet kiss to your lips.

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pars-ley · 9 months ago

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Come Alive (part one)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x female reader Summary: A night out with your friends takes a very unexpected turn when a gorgeous, kindhearted stranger offers to pretend to be your boyfriend to ward off unwanted attention. All you can think about is the prospect of what could be…but for him, it’s not that simple. Genre: Fake dating au / strangers to lovers au / heartbreak / series / angst / fluff / smut Rating: 15 (Nsfw-smut in future chapters) Warnings: Making out / mentions of heartbreak / mentions of cheating (not by main characters) / slight stalking or predatory behaviour from non named, small character. W/C: 3.9k Banner: @nixiecreates creating pure perfection. Beta: @flurrys-creativity for being lovely and helpful as always. Notes: I’m back from abyss of life/work/kids and I'm writing again, if anyone still cares. I’m working on more kpop fanfic and going to try to post as regularly as I can. Please, comment and share, it really helps keep the motivation of writing going, thank you for anyone who reads! This is part one of approx five parts.

Feeling unwelcome eyes on you as you move further into the crowd to escape, gives you a knot in the pit of your stomach that pulls tightly on your insides. You try not to but end up glancing back at the man you're attempting to get away from, only to discover your suspicions are correct, he is watching your retreat with annoyance etched across his brow.

Why do some guys find the word ‘no’ such a hard answer to accept?

It's not like you were rude about it, in fact, you went out of your way to be as nice as possible but clearly, it didn't soften the blow.

You head to the bar, figuring you'll be safe for a while if you can talk to the bar staff, and pull out your phone, staring at the same message of "on our way" in your group chat. That was twenty minutes ago and you were still waiting.

Your decision to get ready at work and come from there instead of pre drinking with the girls, now looks like a mistake.

Your gaze travels nervously back to the stranger and your stomach drops at seeing him moving slowly towards you through the crowd. For the love of…

“Can I be of any assistance?” A deep male voice sounds to your right, causing your head to snap over to the figure in the neighbouring bar stool.

You're greeted by a handsome face with perfect features marred with a deep frown, as he nods his head in the persistent strangers direction. “He's making you uncomfortable,” he says matter-of-factly.

You nod, surprised anyone has even noticed, the dancefloor of the club was very busy.

“You can say that again.” You respond before ordering another drink. “Is he still heading this way?” You ask, afraid to look for yourself.

You watch the handsome stranger’s face explore the crowd, eyes scanning faces but you know when he's found him by the way darkness sweeps across his features. “He seems to be assessing the situation, just a short distance away.”

You sigh and take a long sip of your drink. “In that case, can you pretend we know each other? Then he might just decide to leave me alone.”

His responding smile is dazzling and has your mouth stretching up in a mirroring grin.

“Not a problem, just go with me ok?” He says, as he slides your bar stool towards him, so your knees are in between his legs. “If you feel uncomfortable with anything I do, at any point, just say the word and I'll stop.” He says, leaning into your ear. “Now,” he pulls back slightly and tucks your hair behind your ear, in such a gentle manner you barely feel it, “firstly, i'm Jackson.”

His fingers softly trail down the length of your arm sending a shiver down your spine that you find yourself relishing in, rather than shying away from this complete stranger. There's oddly something comforting and wholesome about him.

“Secondly, how do you want to play this?” His hand comes to rest lightly on your thigh and when your eyes go from that to his face, your gaze locks and you can't look away. Focused on his brown eyes and how intense they stare back at you, you note a hint of sadness in them that he's trying to conceal and wonder what's the cause.

You frown trying to understand the question he's just asked and what he means and when his mouth pulls up in a smile your eyes follow the movement.

“In the instances I've seen, men like this back off faster if they think you're with a boyfriend or love interest?” He watches you carefully, assessing your reaction.

You swallow, his scent swirling around you, like fresh linen with an underline of sweetness, is making it hard to focus, especially when the heat from his hand still on your leg is radiating through your body.

“Yes,” you clear your throat and shift in your seat, “fine with me.”

“Like I said, at any point you're not comfortable, just say the word and I'll stop, ok?”

You nod, “got it.”

With a wide eyed smile, he takes your hand and entwines his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your wrist.

“Thank you,” you say, leaning into him slightly as you settle into your new role. “I'm waiting for my friends but they're late.”

He smiles and pushes the hair off your shoulder as he leans into your ear. “Happy to be of service, there are much worse things than pretending to be a beautiful stranger's boyfriend.”

Your cheeks grow hot at his words and you're thankful that he can't see from his position.

“And why are you here drinking alone?” You attempt to deflect the focus from yourself, wanting to know more about him but you're aware of how his body stiffens at the question, only briefly, before relaxing again as he leans back away from you slightly. “Ah,” he sighs, “I'm attempting to ease the pain of heartbreak by drinking myself into oblivion.” His eyes avoid yours but you catch the raw emotion in them before they do.

“I'm so sorry,” you comfortingly squeeze the hand he still holds of yours. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He brings your fingers to his mouth and kisses them, you’re mesmerised by how soft his lips are against your skin, not to mention how tender the action is.

He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, doesn't even come close. “Pretty clichéd stuff, I don't want to bore you with it.”

You hook a knuckle under his chin and tilt his head up, until he meets your gaze again. “Try me.”

His face visibly softens, eyebrows knitted together in anguish, he looks torn as unsure whether to share his story or if he should continue acting out your pretence. “I, er, found my girlfriend sleeping with one of my best friends.” He shrugs and shakes his head as if trying to push away the image. “I've now lost two people I cared deeply about and to be honest, I feel kind of baffled right now.”

You sit and watch as he surveys the crowd, clearly trying to distract himself from the pain. Your heart actually hurts for him. Here he was, so hurt and yet still trying to help you out and make your evening better.

“I know it's easy to say but I've been there, it does get easier.” You give him a reassuring smile, “and it may not help much right now, but it sounds to me like they're the ones who have lost something, not you.”

His face softens and his lips twitch up into a slight smile. “I appreciate that.”

Peeling your eyes away from him for the first time since you began your conversation, you take a large sip of your drink and relish the sweetness as it goes down.

Jackson looks over in the direction of the other guy. “He is persistent, isn't he?” It was clearly his turn to change the subject.

Rolling your eyes you shift closer to Jackson. “How do you feel about giving him a bit of a show?”

His eyebrow arches as he turns his head slowly back in your direction. “What did you have in mind?”

“Kiss me. I'm sure he'll get the hint then.”

You see something flash in Jackson's eyes but before you can recognise what it is, it's gone as quick as it appeared. “You sure?”

Feeling yourself smiling shyly, you look up at him through your lashes, “absolutely. Only if you're comfortable with it, of course?”

“Definitely.” He whispers, standing from his stool and nudging your knees apart slightly to get closer. As he towers above you, his hands come up and gently cup either side of your jaw, arching your face up towards him, he leans down but pauses merely inches away, “you never told me your name.”

His breath tickling your skin only draws you in more.

“Y/n,” you reply almost breathlessly, as your heart gallops like a horse on a race track, eager to get to the finish line.

He smiles sweetly. “Nice to meet you, y/n.”

You take note of his blown out pupils and know, judging by the throbbing from between your legs, yours surely matches his. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and all you can do is watch as his head tilts slightly and he begins to close the space between you. His unbearably slow manoeuvre is deliberate but you grow impatient to know what his lips feel like against yours and before you register the movement, you’re grabbing his shirt and pulling him against you.

His soft lips crash against yours and you hear his small, surprised moan as his hand suddenly finds the base of your neck, keeping you in place as he slots himself between your legs.

Behind your closed lids, all you can see is a cloudy red as heat and lust bloom inside you, sending a flush across your skin you've not experienced before. It awakens a hunger inside you that is very unexpected. The noise around you disappears as you're acutely aware of your heart pounding in your ears. The feel of your blood rushing through your veins, making your body throb with excitement, nerves raw with want. It had been a long time since you'd kissed a stranger, and a longer time since you'd let your defences down and given into a base desire.

His hand entwines with yours before pulling you up on your feet, hearing the screech of the bar stool as it’s pushed away from you before he turns your body to the bar and cages you in, pressing his hard body against you. Your mouth devours him hungrily and when your tongue reaches out tentatively, he welcomes you in.

He tastes sweet and woody with a hint of spice, making you wonder what he was drinking but unable to focus on much apart from the sensual way he’s kissing you, slow, intentional and yet, intensely urgent.

Your mouths dance together, perfectly in sync in their own private serenade, with your hands exploring and finding their way up around his neck, fingers gripped into his hair to keep him close to you. When he moans into your mouth, you almost lose all composure as you break apart to take a breath and take control by spinning and shoving him against the bar. He arches an eyebrow in surprise as you feel his hand snake around your waist, pulling you back against him. His fingers dig into your back keeping you firmly in place, not that you want to move anywhere else at this moment.

His scent swirls around you, sweeping you up and carrying you away, an absolute hurricane for your senses. Just when it all feels too much and when you're squeezing your thighs together for some semblance of relief, he pulls away, leaving you gasping and full of want.

He pants, breath fanning out over your face as your bodies still remain flush against each other.

The silence between you is so thick you could almost slice it with a blade. Something in your eyes reflects in his, where you both seem to revel in the sudden sexual tension between you. He remains clinging to you and the radiating heat of his body muddles your thoughts and leaves you wanting nothing more than to melt further into his embrace. This feeling between you is nothing like you were used to, passionate beyond belief. How can a stranger have you feeling this way? All you know is his name, and yet, there was something so comforting about him, so familiar.

His thumb strokes along your jaw as his mouth pulls into a smile, the action; so gentle it makes you want to lean into it but you resist.

“Wow.” He finally breaks the silence with a husky whisper.

“Wow.” You repeat, still shocked at your body's reaction to him.

You clear your throat, an attempt to also clear your hazy head and bring yourself back down to earth.

Jackson's gaze flutters begrudgingly away from you. “It worked,” he says, returning his dark eyes to you, holding your neck and studying your face like you were the Mona Lisa. “He's gone.”

If you were honest, you no longer care about the man in question, he is nothing but a tiny speck on your radar, ready to be flicked away, as if he were nothing better than a microscopic bug on a windshield. Jackson, however, is the beautiful sunset view stretched out in front of you.

Your phone vibrating in your jeans pocket makes you jump, snapping you out of whatever trance you'd been in, as you scramble to answer it, recognising one of your friends on the caller id.

“Sorry,” you say to him, as your body suddenly feels cold without him pressed against you.

He smiles but gives you the room you need.

“Hello, Jennie?”

“Babe, I'm so sorry.” You hear over the line, apology evident in her tone.

“Don't worry about it, but where the fuck are you guys?”

There's a pause long enough you have to check you still have reception, you put your finger in your other ear. “Jennie?”

“Didn't you get my messages? We're not coming.”

You pull your phone away from your ear and see you have seven unread messages from her, letting out an audible groan, you return the phone to your ear. “Why? What happened?”

“Rose and Lisa both have that stomach thing that's been going around, they're here at my place…throwing up, Jisoo turned up and fled the scene as soon as she could, not that i blame her.”

You grimace, that does not sound fun, or like anything you want to be a part of. “Ok,” you sigh, attempting to get your head on straight, “do you need anything?”

“A hazmat suit?” She laughs and you can't help but do the same, even if her night has definitely turned out worse than yours.

You notice Jackson glance at you, hearing a one sided conversation but clearly trying not to listen in.

“Na, I'm good, girl. I'm so sorry about tonight, will you be ok getting home?”

You roll your eyes, “I'm a grown woman, I think I can manage to get a cab by myself.”

You hear an amused breath down the phone.

“I'll call you tomorrow, ok?” You say. “Let me know if you need me to swing by at all.”

“No, go on without me, save yourself…,” her voice gets quieter as she hangs up, making you giggle.

“Everything ok?” Jackson asks, genuine concern furrowing his brow.

You sigh, returning to your stool at the bar, “I got stood up.”

He frowns and joins you, taking his seat. “By your friends?”

You nod, unsure whether you want to go home just yet or get to know Jackson a bit more. “Two of them have got some kind of bug.”

There’s a moment of pensive silence between you.

“Before I spotted you,” he starts, “I was about to leave, I'd been staring into an empty glass long enough.”

You take note of the sudden sadness in his tone and your heart strings tug in his direction.

“If you're ready to go, we can share a cab, if you like?” He asks, seeming somewhat hesitant, amusing seeing as he had his tongue down your throat only a moment ago.

“Sure, that would be great.”

You can't help the disappointment you feel settling into the pit of your stomach, clearly not ready to cut the night short with him but, understanding in his current heartbreak state, it may not be the best time.

He grabs his jacket from the chair, draping it over his arm, then pulls out his phone and books a taxi on his app. “Should be here in seven minutes. Shall we head out?”

Nodding, you take the hand he offers you and let him lead you out through the compact crowd on the dancefloor.

The cold night air hits you, a stark contrast to the heat you felt inside, and you feel foolish for not bringing a jacket, forgetting how cool the night air can be.

A shiver runs through you, as you fold your arms across your chest at an attempt to stave off the chill. Jackson must notice, as something caresses your shoulders and when you look down, his jacket is draped around you.

“No, no, it's ok–”

“I'm afraid I have to insist,” he cuts you off with a challenging smirk and you relent, pulling the thick material around you.

“Thank you,” you reply quietly, as you both walk slowly to the corner of the next road, away from the main entrance of the club.

“So what do you do in your spare time, aside from playing the part of ‘knight in shining armour’?” You ask, into the sudden awkward silence.

His responding laugh lights up the darkness of the night, coupled with a smile so bright that even the sun must envy him.

“That's not a title I've had before.” He glances at you shyly, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “You want the run down of me huh?”

You nod encouragingly.

“Ok, well, I have a lot of active hobbies, I go running almost everyday, rock climbing at the weekends, I love basketball and I did fencing as a child so I occasionally dip a toe back into it. Aside from that, I play piano and write music, I can speak four languages, I’m allergic to cats, I really hate spicy food, I have an older brother and I work for a fashion company.”

He shrugs at the end like none of it was the slightest bit impressive as you try to process the information.

“You speak four languages?” You ask, unable to hide the shock.

He nods and smiles bashfully. “I mean, yeah, I guess so.”

“How? One is hard enough but four, you’re just gluten for punishment really.”

He laughs again. “Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t find it hard, I guess I'm just very determined.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you pause when you come to the corner and perch on the wall of one of the buildings, the cold stone through your jeans causes you to shiver.

“Your turn.” He takes a seat next to you, watching your face, awaiting your response.

You pause, thinking if you had anything as interesting as that to tell him, feeling slightly embarrassed by your dull life. “Well, I'm not as interesting as you but, I too go running a few times a week and I go to yoga class twice a week, that’s all the physical activity I partake in. I work for an animation studio, which is my dream job and I love it there. I also have an older brother, who annoys the hell out of me but he’s my favourite person in the whole world, although I'd die if he ever found that out.” You both laugh and you can’t help but notice the genuine interest twinkling in his eyes as you talk. “I love lazy sundays of sleeping in, reading and ordering take out. Going out for breakfast is my favourite weekend activity and I’m a sucker for a dessert. I'll choose sweet over savoury every day of the week.”

He opens his mouth to speak but the taxi honking his horn as he arrives in front of you, makes you both jump and steals your attention.

Jackson holds the door open for you and you slide in along the leather seats. Inside it smells of perfume, alcohol and take away, you waste no time opening the window on your side as he climbs in next to you. You tell the driver your address as you're the first drop off and your short journey begins.

“That's quite a statement,” Jackson says over the quiet music on the radio, brow heavy with confusion. “Sweet over savoury?”

“There's not a doubt in my mind about it,” you reiterate, “desserts are the queens of meals.”

“But what about starters?”

You shrug. “I think they're overrated.”

His mouth pops open as he stares at you, the action so comical you can't help but erupt with laughter.

“Listen, I could take you to a dessert place that would literally change your life, and I can guarantee you'd move over to my way of thinking.”

He raises a brow. “I love your confidence. I just might have to accept that challenge.”

Your stomach flips at the prospect of seeing him again as you try to quell the excitement blooming inside you. “Well, you better get ready to lose.” You poke your tongue out at him and do not fail to notice the way his eyes travel hungrily to the action but before either of you have a chance to act on it, the car pulls to a stop.

“I think this is you,” Jackson says, getting out of the car and rushing around to open your door. You take the hand he holds out to you and let him pull you gently from the cab. When you’re upright you realise then how close your bodies are once again, basking in the heat from his body and definitely no longer needing the jacket. You tilt your head up to him and your eyes connect in a heated, yet hesitant stare. His hands linger at your hips, suddenly unsure where the boundary is.

“Thank you, for tonight,” you say quietly, every movement seeming so loud outside your apartment building.

“It was my pleasure.” He smirks and the way your core clenches has you releasing a shaky breath. “Thank you, for taking my mind off things tonight. You proved there is enjoyment after heartbreak, I've barely thought about my ex whilst in your company.”

Your mouth turns up in a smile before you can try and stop it. “I'm happy to oblige any time.”

He opens his mouth but closes it again, eyes still focused on yours but glazed with conflict. “I know the timing isn't great, but would you maybe want to have dinner…or dessert sometime?”

You laugh at the conversation in the cab. Your heart swells in your chest and you take a breath to quell your excitement. “If I give you my number, then you can message me when you're ready, how about that?”

He nods, features soft, kind eyes sweeping over your face as he hands you his phone. This man is so intense, you find it hard to focus on anything, even breathing feels like a struggle when his gaze is on you. You type in your number and save it, before handing it back. He leans in and for a second you prepare yourself for another wild, steamy kiss, but instead his lips meet your cheek in a gentle caress, a featherlight touch that has you wanting more but understanding it's not the right time for him.

You smile and walk over to your building, turning to have one last look at him as you pass the threshold and only regretting it with how devastatingly handsome he looks leaning up against the car, watching and waiting for you to get home safely. As he waves and gives you one last smile so sexy you bite your lips as you watch the door close, separating the two of you and ending your surprising night with him.

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thealternateuniverse · 2 months ago

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Watch Your Attitude

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Pairings: Mark Tuan x Reader

Word Count: 1,793 words

Warnings: Language, Smut

Hoho, this is my first time writing a smut. Don't come at me if it disappoints (I tried 😭). Plus, Mark reading his thirst tweets inspired me to create one right away.

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You fucking hate Mark Tuan’s guts. He and his friends strut down the halls like they own the damn place, but to you? They look like a bunch of losers trying way too hard to be cool.

Every time they pass, you can’t help but roll your eyes. Except, one day, Mark catches you.

"Do you have a fucking problem?" His voice is sharp as he stalks toward you, hands tucked in his pockets.

Your brow arches as he closes the distance, arms folding over your chest. "No. Do you?" You don’t hesitate, chin held high.

The hallway stills. Students stop what they’re doing, eyes flicking between you and Mark, tension thick in the air.

"Come on, man. It's not worth it." JayB calls out, tugging at Mark’s arm.

You smirk. "Listen to your friend, Mr. Hotshot." You turn to leave, but before you can take a step, he leans in way too close.

"Watch your fucking attitude," he murmurs, voice low, almost teasing. "I'd love to see that when I bend you over."

A chill shoots down your spine. Heat creeps up your cheeks. Normally, a comment like that would earn him a slap, a sharp comeback but for some reason, your tongue is tied.

His smirk deepens. "Good girl," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin before he pulls away, turning back to his friends like he just won something.

And damn it, maybe he did.

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You're peacefully scrolling through your phone, a lollipop lazily resting between your lips, when a firm hand grabs your waist, yanking you into a dark, empty classroom.

"What the fuck—"

Before you can fully react, another hand presses against the back of your neck, guiding you forward until your hands brace against a desk. Your lollipop flying somewhere.

"Let me go before I kick your balls, Tuan," you snap, twisting slightly, but his grip is firm.

"Ooh, scary." His voice drips with amusement, low and taunting. "But tell me, princess, if you really wanted me to stop, wouldn't you be fighting a little harder?"

His fingers trail along your thigh, brushing the hem of your skirt, and you try not to react but he catches the way your breath hitches.

"Just what the fuck do you want?" you demand, your voice sharp. "And get your damn hands off me."

He chuckles, and somehow... the sound sends a shiver down your spine.

"Princess," he murmurs, "I told you before, I wanted to see that attitude when I bent you over. And guess what? You didn’t disappoint." He leans in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Now I want to see if you still have that bite when you're begging for more."

Your heart hammers against your ribs. You should push him away, tell him to fuck off but the worst part? You're not sure you want to.

When he lifts your skirt slightly, your breath catches. Your body betrays you, arching just enough to give him an invitation you shouldn't be offering.

"Careful, princess," he muses, his palm resting against the curve of your ass. "You're slipping out of character."

Before you can fire back, his hand comes down in a sharp, teasing smack. You gasp except what comes out isn’t a protest. It’s a sound you don’t mean to make.

His smirk is practically audible. "Oh? Was that a moan?"

Your breath catches when Mark’s fingers brush against you, teasing, testing. His touch is deliberate, like he’s savoring every reaction.

"Oh?" His voice is laced with amusement. "Good girl. Already this wet for me?"

You bite your lip, determined not to make a sound but the way he moves his fingers, slow and purposeful, makes it impossible to stay silent. A sharp inhale slips past your lips as he deepens his touch, pushing into you further into the moment.

"Tell me," he murmurs, his lips grazing your ear. "Did that turn you on?"

Your hips move instinctively, chasing the sensation. Just as you’re about to lose yourself, he stops.

A frustrated whine escapes you before you can stop it.

"Use your words, princess," he taunts.

Your pride wars with your need, but he's too good, and you both know it. He starts to pull away, and panic surges through you.

"Fuck—yes!" The words burst out before you can stop them. "I want more."

Mark chuckles, satisfied. "That’s more like it."

He picks up right where he left off, and this time, you don’t hold back. You don’t care who hears.

"I want the same energy when I’m inside you, princess," he murmurs, voice dark and commanding. "Keep moaning for me."

"Yes, Mark! Fuck, faster!"

The pressure builds, your grip tightening against the desk. Just as you’re about to fall over the edge, his voice cuts through the haze.

"Don't you fucking dare," he warns, grip tightening. "You'll come when I tell you to."

You hear the slow, deliberate sound of Mark unbuckling his belt, the soft rustle of fabric as he pushes his pants and boxers down. Curiosity wins over, and you glance back only for your breath to hitch at the sight of him.

Your eyes widen. Oh.

Mark catches you staring, and a slow smirk spreads across his lips. "What's wrong, princess? Not so mouthy now, huh?"

He steps closer, the heat radiating from him making your skin prickle with anticipation. You swallow hard, instinctively tensing as you feel him against you, teasing, testing your limits.

"Let's see if you still have that attitude," he murmurs, voice low and taunting.

You gasp at the sensation, your grip on the desk tightening. Every nerve in your body is on edge, torn between anticipation and the undeniable intensity of the moment.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips. The tension between pleasure and challenge hangs thick in the air, pushing you further into the moment.

A sharp, unrestrained moan escapes your lips, nails digging into the wood beneath your palms.

"Fuck, Mark!"

His grip tightens. "That's right, princess. Keep saying my name."

He moves, slow at first, teasing, testing before finding a rhythm that leaves you breathless. All you can do is cling to the desk, moaning like a mess, lost in the sensation.

"Fuck you, Mark Tuan!" you manage to gasp, though your voice betrays you, laced with something dangerously close to surrender.

Mark chuckles, his grip tightening. "Oh, princess," he taunts, his breath hot against your skin. "That's exactly what you're getting."

His hand moves, fingers pressing against you just right, and suddenly, the tension inside you snaps. A sharp cry escapes your lips as pleasure crashes through you, leaving you trembling beneath him.

Mark follows seconds after, releasing his load inside you, his grip tightening as he groans low in satisfaction, his breath warm against your shoulder.

You nod frantically, barely able to form words, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the heavy rhythm of your breathing, the lingering heat between you still crackling like electricity in the air. Then, finally, he leans in, lips brushing against your ear.

"Good girl," he murmurs, smug and satisfied.

And damn it, you don't even have the energy to argue.

Once Mark is fully dressed, belt buckled, he turns back to you. Without a word, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief to clean you up, wiping away the mess on your thigh. You watch, still catching your breath, as he casually tucks it back into his pocket like it’s nothing.

"That’s nasty," you mutter, fixing your hair.

He chuckles. "I’m gonna frame it in my room."

You wince. That’s disgusting. And yet... kind of hot?

Before you can dwell on that thought, he steps closer, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The unexpected softness throws you off, but what really shocks you is what he says next.

"Come on, let’s eat. I’ll buy you another lollipop." A smirk tugs at his lips. "I get turned on watching you have it in your mouth."

Before you can respond, he leans in, pressing a quick peck on your lips—then another on your cheek. Your brain short-circuits.

"Wait—" You blink at him, trying to process. "Is this you asking me out?"

Mark smirks. "If it weren’t for that attitude of yours, I might’ve asked you properly. But this isn’t bad, I guess."

A chuckle slips past your lips as you shake your head, but you don’t pull away when he grabs your hand. Instead, you let him lead you out of the abandoned classroom like it’s the most normal thing in the world as if he hadn’t just bent you over that desk five minutes ago.

Just what the hell happened?

Stepping into the hallway, you barely take two steps before you run into Yugyeom and Bambam. They stop dead in their tracks, eyes wide, jaws practically on the floor.

Mark shoots them a glare, and they immediately look away but not before you hear Yugyeom whisper to Bambam, "They both smell like sex."

Your eye twitches.

"They must’ve done it in that poor classroom," Bambam replies, shaking his head like he’s disappointed.

You roll your eyes. "You know I can hear you, right?"

Mark squeezes your hand. "Ignore them."

"I am."

But just as you think you’re in the clear, Mark suddenly stops walking. You nearly crash into his back.

He glances over his shoulder, and with that damn smirk still on his lips, he says, "Man, you really need to keep that attitude in check."

Your mouth drops open, realization hitting you like a freight train.

Oh, he’s really gonna fuck your attitude out.

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spacequokka · 5 months ago

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Beautiful Thing | 08

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader, Jackson x Reader, Jaebeom x Reader, Future GOT7 x Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU, Enemies to Lovers AU (Jinyoung) Rating: PG-13 Summary: Yugyeom finds himself at odds with BamBam when he tries to be kind and friendly to you. Word Count: 4.0k Warnings: language ofc

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Yugyeom felt like he was going to vomit. The butterflies in his stomach wouldn't settle down. His skin had been buzzing since he hugged you at the hotel. He'd tried to tell himself that he was just excited because the situation was new, something he'd never experienced before. However, in the back of his mind, he knew the truth. It was all about you. You were the anomaly.

The group filed onto the smaller private airplane, a courtesy given by the SeoulMate company given the unique situation. It was nicer than he'd expected and a bit more luxurious than the ones he'd traveled in before. Perfect for your first flight with them. With him. You brought up the rear, dragging your small carry-on bag behind you like a dead body. Your lips were curved in the cutest pout he'd ever seen and discontent rolled off you in waves. He slowed his pace until he got to your side.

"Would you like to sit beside me?" He gave you a shy smile. "I'm pretty sure Jackson's gonna sit with us."

BamBam overheard the question and turned around. "What? You usually sit with me."

'Oh...' Yugyeom's eyes widened, and he shrugged a shoulder. "If you can convince Jackson to sit elsewhere...It's her first flight and I wanna keep her company. It's just one time, bro." BamBam's eyes darted to you and narrowed before he turned back around, increasing his pace to disappear among the staff.

"Oh, great. The drama queen's mad at me, too." You sighed loudly and rolled your eyes. When you looked up at Yugyeom, the butterflies went nuts. "You don't have to sacrifice your bromance for me. I'll be just fine. It isn't like I didn't agree with this."

He patted the top of your head with a smile. "He'll get over it. I think a three-hour plane flight is a great time to get to know you. After all, you're a person, not an inconvenience."

Your breath caught for a second, and your mood visibly brightened at his words. "Thank you. It's nice to hear that after all the glares Jinyoung's throwing at me."

"No one's glaring," Jinyoung muttered as he squeezed by and settled into a window seat.

Yugyeom directed you to a window seat on the opposite side of the plane, but you shook your head. "No thanks. I don't need a visual reminder of the impossible physics of this death box."

"Can you please not call it that while I'm in it? Thanks." Mark interjected without looking up from his phone.

"What else should I call it?" You fired back.

"How about 'majestic vessel of life' or something? Anything but that."

"Oh okay. This 'fanciful fucking unicorn' then."

"Language!" Jaebeom called out from somewhere. Yugyeom couldn't help but notice how comfortable you were with bickering with them. Did you even notice it? Though he wished it interactions weren't negative, you fit right in.

"Oh, fuck off." You mumbled under your breath and dropped into the middle seat.

Yugyeom spotting Jackson making his way down the aisle, eyes set on you. He smiled and stood up. You whined as he practically smothered you as he pushed his way to the vacant window seat, crushing you into the seat before letting up. He couldn't help but smile as you blinked owlishly at Jackson as he busied himself with digging around in his bag. "I brought extra stuff in case you need anything." He dropped a water bottle into your hands and put a travel pillow around your neck.

"Jackson, wait—"

Yugyeom filled the seat next to you, looking around to see if the group had all found a seat with his hand out to Jackson. Without being asked, Jackson gave him a water bottle, too.

As usual, Jackson turned into a mother hen with his attention devoted solely to you. It was a refreshing change from being on the receiving end. "The bathroom's in the back, but I'll walk with you if you're uncomfortable walking on your own."

"I know I said this was my first flight, but really, you don't have to go through this much trouble."

He paused and looked you in the eyes. "It isn't any trouble. If anything, it's a pleasure." His face lit up with a wide grin. "I'm doing something useful for you, right? You don't mind, do you?"

Your shoulders drooped in defeat and Yugyeom bit back a chuckle. No one was immune to Jackson's charm. "Yes, this is fine. Thank you, Jackson." You smiled at him. "It means a lot that you care."

A Christmas tree would fail to compare to the light he gave off upon hearing your words. He meant well. Everyone knew that. It'd take patience and reassurance to break him out of his habit of seeking validation. Though they as a group had become accustomed to it, Yugyeom found himself hoping you'd stick around long enough to help them out.

It wasn't long before the pilot came on with his greeting and itinerary with the stewards and stewardesses shooing away electronics and making sure everyone was buckled in properly. Jackson gently took your hand and held it while they explained the standard emergency procedures. You didn't realize you were manhandling the armrest and gritting your teeth.

"It'll be okay. I promise," he whispered, raising your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. Why hadn't Yugyeom thought to do that? "I won't let anything happen to you."

"You can't possibly keep a promise like that." You said flatly. Yugyeom's fingertips grazed your knee a few times before you realized he was itching to hold your other hand. Without thinking, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it when the plane shook and began edging forward down the runway.

"I can!" Jackson said indignantly. "I can swim—"

"We're not going over water." You and Yugyeom said in unison. A tingle sparked between your palms but you didn't show any signs of having felt it too.

"I've been skydiving—"

"You're afraid of heights." You and Yugyeom answered together. Yugyeom glanced at you but your eyes were on Jackson. Did you even hear him?

"Okay, but I'd die to protect you!"

"Jackson," you put your hand on his knee, "It's okay. You don't have to try so hard for me."

"But I want to." He spoke softly with a slight pout.

"Honestly, that you even want to is more than enough for me." It was just enough to cheer him up again. Yugyeom noticed Jaebeom watching, eyebrows creased with concern. When you continued to speak, Yugyeom turned back to you. "But make sure you care about yourself just as much, okay? I mean it."

Jackson nodded, cheeks flushing with color as he looked down at your clasped hands. "Okay."

Soon enough, the plane was in the air and Dallas became a cluster of dots on the ground. You visibly relaxed into your seat as Jackson rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. Yugyeom wanted to do something like that, but he wasn't sure you'd allow it. You hadn't known him as long or as well as you did Jackson. The monitor in the seat in front of him flickered between advertisements and a thought struck him.

"Hey, we can watch a movie to pass the time." He nudged your shoulder with his. "What kind of movies do you like?"

You looked at him before your eyes went upward. "I'm not too picky, really. Though maybe we could save the scary stuff for later?" When your gaze returned to his, another tingle blossomed over his skin.

"I can work with that." He smiled before touching the screen. A few swipes later and logo music began to play.

The flight was relatively smooth, with only a few patches of turbulence along the way. You leaned against him the entire time, still holding Jackson's hand, eyes glued on the screen. At some point a stewardess came along with food and he found himself sharing popcorn with you. He thought of Jackson's time alone with you and realized that despite you both being surrounded by others, you were still in your own little bubble. Not quite as intimate as sharing a full meal, but basically a movie date. He'd told himself he'd just be friendly, make you feel as welcome as he could. Yet, he couldn't deny the sparks whenever your skin brushed against his. Couldn't stop his thoughts from embracing the idea of you being his soulmate. By the end of the movie, you were dozing off, using Yugyeom's shoulder as a makeshift pillow. He didn't mind one bit.

He entertained himself with sending memes to BamBam, ignoring the fact that he was left on read. He could understand his closest friend's annoyance but he had to admit he was having the time of his life. He'd beg for forgiveness later if needed. Right now, he wanted to enjoy the moment and commit it to memory. When you woke up from your nap, the plane was beginning its descent. You looked out the window and saw the glittering buildings below, signaling your arrival at your destination.

As the plane touched down and taxied to the gate, you and Jackson clasped hands tightly, your eyes closed as if that would make the descent any smoother. Yugyeom found himself humming a song and seized the moment to hold your other hand, mirroring Jackson's calming caress with his thumb. He was more than pleased with himself when you seemingly melted against his arm again, eyes still shut.

"Oh, god tell me when its over." You muttered and he liked that you sought him out for comfort.

As soon as the seatbelt sign turned off, everyone began standing up to gather their belongings from the overhead bins.

"See? We made it!" Jackson exclaimed with a triumphant grin as he unbuckled his seatbelt. You let out a sigh of relief and opened your eyes, returning his smile. "Yeah, we did. This time, at least."

Yugyeom leaned in and caught your gaze. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, feeling shaky but trying to hide it. "Yeah, I'm fine." You attempted to stand up and grab your bag from the overhead compartment but stumbled when the plane jerked suddenly.

"Whoa there," Jackson caught you before you could fall. "Maybe we should wait for everyone else to get off first."

You nodded gratefully and sat back down. BamBam shuffled off the plane with the others, pointedly ignoring Yugyeom. When the plane was finally empty, you stood up again and grabbed your bag without any problems this time.

Yugyeom nodded in agreement before looking at his phone. "Our luggage should be at baggage claim already."

"That's quick," you said as you followed them out of the plane and towards baggage claim. Soon enough, all three of you were standing in front of a carousel waiting for your luggage to come around.

When you spotted your suitcase and stepped away to grab it, Jackson leaned in and whispered, "Are you and Bam gonna be okay? I don't think I've ever seen him this pissed at you of all people."

Yugyeom shrugged. "He can't be mad forever. And I guess it's new for him. He's never had to share my attention with anyone like this before."

"Yeah, he can be pretty childish sometimes." Jackson nodded.

Yugyeom chuckled as you struggled to free your luggage from the moving belt. They both took a step forward to help you but Jaebeom made it to your side first. "He'll be okay. Just needs time to calm down. In the meantime," he tilted his head to the side, eyes still on you, "we can make sure she's having fun."

"Here, let me get that." Jaebeom reached over your shoulder, startling you in the process. As you moved aside for him, he caught a whiff of your perfume, something light and sweet. He grabbed the handle of your suitcase and yanked it off the belt.

"Thank you..." You frowned and it took him a second to realize why.

"Just call me Jay." He set the luggage down and pulled up the handle. The frown went away instantly. "I don't mind."

You fiddled with the suitcase, unable to look at him. "You sure? I don't want to disrespect you or anything in front of the others."

He shrugged and fought a smile as he slipped his hands in his pockets. "Its not like those brats care."

You smirked. "I know, I just...It's not the same is it? I'm not one of them. That and I don't wanna add to your stress if I can help it."

He found himself smiling, touched that you cared about his wellbeing. "As long as you're traveling with us, I'll treat you no differently from them." He gently bumped you with his elbow. "Just say no to Yugyeom and his stupid pranks."

"They're not stupid! As long as you have a sense of humor, they're fun!" Yugyeom pulled you away. "Don't listen to him. He's old and boring."

With a strike like lightning, Jaebeom grabbed the back of Yugyeom's neck and squeezed. "Say that again."

Soon enough everyone's baggage was found and loaded onto the shuttles going to the hotel. Due to the size of the group, they had to split up. Once again, Yugyeom and Jackson insisted on riding with you. Jaebeom caught the nasty look BamBam gave you and he was grateful that Jackson didn't see it. He didn't feel like mediating another argument so soon after the one between him and Jinyoung. The animosity was understandable to a degree. You were an outsider to most of them, and trust was a hard thing to earn in their world. However, since he'd shaken your hand he was beginning to see that Jackson had a point. People with bad intentions give off bad vibes. Ones that, as far as he could tell, you didn't have.

He told himself he'd reserve judgment until later when enough time had passed, but that handshake seemed to change something in him. Cool static had rippled throughout his body when your warm, dainty hand filled his. It'd taken every ounce of control he had to force himself to let go. Holding your hand felt right, as natural as breathing or singing.

And he could see he wasn't the only one affected. Even now you were sandwiched between Jackson and Yugyeom, discussing the things to do in Las Vegas with Jackson holding your hand and Yugyeom's arm around your shoulders. One would never guess you hadn't known them longer than a few days.

He was a romantic at heart. It was hard to say which side he took in this as he'd always imagined having a soulmate of his own. Someone meant just for him, one he didn't have to share with the others like he did everything else in his life. Was that selfish?

Thoughts like that wouldn't help him here and now. When the vans stopped outside their hotel, he remembered the brief phone call he'd had with JYP. Taejoon had predictably snitched on him, stressing that the decision to bring you along was Jaebeom's doing. As a result, any expenses that you occurred were coming out of Jaebeom's pocket. He was lucky he made a decent amount of money from royalties otherwise he'd have trouble booking and paying for your room. The need to keep it a secret from the guys wasn't entirely unfounded. He could see Jinyoung throwing a hissy fit and possibly making you feel like you needed to pitch in. For the sake of peace, it'd be his little secret.

"Here you go," he smiled handing you the key cards to your suite. "It's on the floor below us. Hopefully we won't bother you."

"Thanks—" Your fingers touched his and that soothing ripple of calmness washed over him again. "Don't worry. I've dealt with way worse than this chaos. It's almost like a mini vacation at this point."

Jackson materialized at your side, peering over your shoulder. "Is it a double? Can I room with you if it's a double?"

Jaebeom pushed him away with a hand covering his face. "Don't be eager or weird. She gets a room to herself. She'll be able to sleep in and go down to breakfast."

Jackson pushed his hand away. "But what if she gets lonely? We can't leave her here by herself."

You rubbed his arm with a look of concern Jaebeom was sure couldn't be copied by even the best actresses in the world. "I don't mind. I can't begin to imagine how busy you guys will be. I'd only slow you down and I don't wanna hear Jinyoung's mouth."

Jinyoung scoffed as he pushed by, heading for the elevators. "Wouldn't have to worry about it if you weren't here."

Three things happened simultaneously. Jackson opened his mouth to fire back as Jaebeom turned to tell Jinyoung to be nice. Yet, you beat them both to the punch by speaking up with a forced smile. "Jackson, would you like to see what my room looks like? You can walk me through the hotel room check you were telling me about on the plane."

Your sweet smile and gentle pull on Jackson's arm sucked the tension away in an instant. Jackson turned his attention back to you, eyes alight with his eagerness. "Of course!"

It was weird to have someone else be the voice of peace. The two of you started toward the elevators and Yugyeom joined, pointing at a brochure he'd picked up. BamBam and Mark joined Jinyoung, leaving you three to wait for another one to come back down. Jaebeom adjusted his backpack and joined the queue. He hated that what was supposed to be a simple promotion with fanmeets was slowly dividing the group in two. Hopefully, once it was all said and done, their personal relationships would still be intact.

After an intense game of rock-paper-scissors, Jaebeom and Jackson ended up sharing a room for the duration of their stay. It was the first time since they landed in America that they'd had this much time together. Jackson wanted to sneak down to your room to stay up and talk but Jaebeom wasn't having it.

"Absolutely not."

Jackson flopped down on his bed with a disappointed frown. "Come on, Jaebeom. It's just a little fun. Besides, it's not like I'm asking to sneak out of the hotel."

Jaebeom sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand as he scrolled through the schedule for the next few days. He sighed without looking up. "It's not about having fun, Jackson. We need to be careful about how we handle things with her here."

"But she isn't like other people we've met. She's different," Jackson insisted, his voice laced with a sincerity that made Jaebeom pause. There was something different about you, something that made everyone act a bit out of character.

"Different or not," Jaebeom finally said, locking his phone and meeting Jackson's gaze. "We have to maintain some professionalism. We can't set precedents that we might regret later."

Jackson rolled onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. "You like her, don't you?"

The question was abrupt, and Jaebeom felt a defensive wall go up instinctively. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything," Jackson shot back softly. "Because if you have feelings for her—even purely platonic ones—then it makes sense why you're being extra cautious. You care."

Jaebeom rubbed his temples, feeling the onset of a headache. "I just met her, Jackson."

"Love at first sight is a thing, y'know. There's nothing wrong with trusting your gut and just going with it."

He sighed deeply, hating that he had to be the one to burst Jackson's bubble. "You say that a lot don't you? Throw yourself all in for anyone who catches your eye and shows you the tiniest bit of attention and care just for, what, it all to fall apart? Love at first sight seems to leave you alone and heartbroken too often, doesn't it?"

Jackson went silent, the easy smile fading from his face as Jaebeom's words settled over him like a heavy blanket. For a moment, the room was thick with unspoken thoughts and regrets, punctuated only by the distant hum of Las Vegas beyond their window.

Finally, Jackson let out a deep breath and sat up, swinging his legs off the bed to face Jaebeom more directly. "Maybe you're right," he admitted quietly, "but every time it feels real, feels like it could be the thing that changes everything. Isn't it worth the risk?"

Jaebeom didn't answer immediately. He knew Jackson's heart was in the right place. It always was. But as their leader, it was his job to think about the consequences, to protect not just his own heart but also those of his bandmates—and now, seemingly, yours.

"Perhaps," he finally conceded, "but remember we have our responsibilities. We're here for work first." He glanced up at Jackson, noting the genuine confusion in his eyes. "Let's try to keep things simple and not complicate matters further."

Jackson nodded slowly, though his disappointment was palpable. He lay back down, staring at the ceiling. "Alright, Jaebeom. I'll keep my distance. For now."

Jaebeom felt a twinge of guilt watching Jackson's enthusiasm dim—a brightness that was rare in the often grueling routine of their industry—but he knew boundaries were essential, especially with so much at stake professionally.

Was it bad that Yugyeom wasn't as bothered by the tears as he used to be? Now that they'd been given dummy devices to wear to keep up the ruse of "searching" he thought he'd feel even worse about lying to their fans. They truly believed they had a chance to pair with a member of the group. It was wrong, immoral.

Yet when he filed backstage with the others, he couldn't help but smile when he saw you tucked away in a corner with a notebook in your lap. As everyone began to change and found a stylist, he found himself wandering over to you.

"Hey there." He plopped down in the chair next to you and you jumped.

"Oh, jeez!" You put the hand holding the pen over your heart. After a quick glance around the room, your gaze found his. "It's over already?"

"It's been two hours. Have you been writing this entire time?" He leaned closer to see your notepad but you quickly hid it against your chest. "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad. May I see, please?"

You hesitated, biting your lip as you considered his request, then slowly lowered the notebook. "Only because it's you," you said with a half-smile, handing it over. "Tell no one that I let you do this."

Yugyeom's eyes lit up as he gently took the notebook from your hands. His gaze flicked across your neatly scribbled words, a mixture of excitement and curious respect etching across his features. As he read, his expression softened, and occasionally, a chuckle escaped him.

"Is this about my dandelion tattoo?"

You shrugged shyly. "I noticed it when we were on the plane. I couldn't stop thinking about it so...I put it in words."

"This is really pretty." Yugyeom said sincerely, looking up at you with admiration. "The way you describe it makes me even happier that I got it. And this part," he pointed to a line in the middle of the page, "where you talk about how music can be a person's dandelion—it's beautiful."

Flattered by his compliments, he watched as your cheeks deepened in color as you fought the smile. "Thank you, Yugyeom. That means a lot coming from you."

He nodded and handed back the notebook. "You should keep writing. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll write a song for us."

The idea made you laugh softly, the sound mingling with the constant buzz of activity around you. "Oh sure. Maybe I will," you agreed playfully.

Yugyeom stood up just as one of the staff members called him over. Before he left, he turned to face you again. "Don't forget us when you become a famous writer," he joked with a wink.

"I won't," you promised, watching him walk away before turning back to your poetry.

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kcake555 · 5 months ago

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Park Jinyoung cake 🍰

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pennyluna · 1 year ago

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SECRET FRIENDS - Min Yoongi- One Shot

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 18+🔞 (FT.. Jungkook, Mingyu, Hobi, Jimin, Yugyeom)

Wordcount: 2.164 ❤️

Genre: Same friend group Au - Secret friends Au - Secret siatuationship Au

Warning: This story contains strong language and VERY Spicy/sexual content. Be aware before reading.

After a couple of weeks of thinking, I decided to bring my best friend Cassie into my secret circle of friends, it had felt weird not tell her about it before, only the secret wasn't only mine but today I received a message from Jungkook, inviting me to a little weekend away in the countryside , he felt bad that I was keeping a secret from my best friend so he said II could bring her along.

So here we are dropping our stuff in one of the bedrooms. My friend is a little mad at me because I didn't give her a heads up on who she was going to be meeting and because she is embarrassed she was wearing her Mingyu Tshirt when she actually shook Mingyu's hand. In my defence, I did not see it under her jean jacket and Mingyu did find it funny.

Hobi is preparing the food shopping list so he can go with Jimin and Yugyeom to the supermarket, we are in a pretty small town so not many people would pay much attention to them.

Mingyu and Jungkook were thinking about drinks but decided to make a tik tok video of a new dance while making Cassie record it. I knew they were going to get along and I am glad they are.

I met Jungkook a while back while I was volunteering at an animal shelter, we clicked talking about animals, we became friends and soon he introduced me to some of his friends a few of them aren't here because of their busy schedule... There is one in particular that I am waiting for.. I haven't seen him in a while and I know he is going to be here but I can't wait. Min Yoongi and I talked often when we were at the same gatherings, we had some things in common and he would make sure I felt comfortable and included, one conversation lead to another until one day we were celebrating Jungkook's birthday and after some drinks we ended up sleeping together. I felt incredibly guilty at the thought of ruining this new found friendship so I avoided Yoongi until we met again at a different gathering and we ended up slept together again, we decided to just keep it at that even though I caught feelings.

"Yoongi Hyun is almost here!" Jungkook yells from the kitchen bar, looking at me with a smirk. He knows about us, against his own will like he likes to say. He walked in on us doing the deed once when he thought Yoongi was alone in his room. Yoongi had to buy him a full box of banana milk as bribe for his silence and another one as payment for his trauma.

"Staaaup" I mouth at him while he laughs at my sudden blush.

I hear voices outside and I recognize his, he is greeting the boys that are on their way to the super market... I stay on the couch acting as nonchalant as possible but my heart is racing and I am sure it skips a couple of beats as soon as I feel him bend over the couch to level to my ear and whisper "Hello beautiful.. its been a while!" I can smell his scent and feel his breath on my skin. I don't turn to look at him because I am sure our lips would connect and I have missed him so much, I don't think I would be able to stop at just a kiss.

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We had dinner and drink outside and now we are playing games, Cassie and the boys are getting along and she is smiling so much, I am worried her chicks will fall! We watch Jimin dance like a chicken as a dare for loosing at the latest game, Jungkook keeps winning and we are all obviously teaming up to make him loose at least once. Yoongi and I keep stealing glances at each other and my stomach keeps fluttering every time he smiles at me and I worry that the longer we keep seeing each other the more painful it will be for me when it ends. When he told me that he was coming this weekend, he also said we had to talk and I feel it is about ending it.

MYG<3 : should we retire soon?

Me: I don't want to leave Cassie alone.

MYG<3 : She will be fine.

MYG<3 : I want to be alone with you.

Fuck. He wants to have that talk now. I take a break from replying to his messages. I am not ready but better now than later I guess. I tell Cassie that I will go inside for a while to make a phone call to my parents, those usually last long so she wont get worry if I'm gone for a while.

Me: Okay, lets.

MYG<3 : You go first.

I waited for Yoongi on the second floor, once we were in his room we made small talk, its unbearable and I am feeling awkward so I decide to kick start the more serious conversation.

"So we should talk..." I start but he cuts my sentence with a kiss. I push him back a little putting my hands on his chest to keep the distance. He frowns at me with an inquisitive look.

"What's wrong?" he says placing a hand on my chick while tilting his head.

I think about pushing for the serious conversation but then think about how this will probably be the last time we are this close together, about how I might regret not enjoying him like this one last time and before I can change my mind I close the distance between us and our mouths clash. I expect him to stop me but instead he deepens the kiss and that's all I need to know before I start walking backwards to the bed maintaining eye contact and unbuttoning my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. Yoongi takes his clothes and walks to help me out of my hoodie leaving me in my underwear and biting his lips once he noticed I hadn't been wearing a bra!

He pushes me into the bed and gets on top of me, kissing me deeply and moving his hands freely around my body. I can feel his hard cock when he presses his crotch against mine. His mouth moves around my face and then my neck, following a trail towards my breast and I cant seem to control my breathing or my racing heart. My head is cloudy, run by pure deep lust, the same one I can see in his eyes when we make eye contact while my nipple is in his mouth. His long fingers are now at my clit, rubbing it with passion and a moan escapes my mouth, he flips me around and pulls my butt up and removes my underwear. He starts making his way to my core starting from the back, delivering wet kisses to my butt and going lower until i feel his long tongue stroking around my entrance and then caressing my clit. My legs shake the more he plays around with my clit, I can feel the orgasm building and once his finger enter me, I cant hold it in anymore and let go. He lick me all over and then I feel his absence, looking towards him I notice the condom on his hand. My mouth waters at the view of his perfectly erected member and I get off the bed and drop to me knees, looking into his eyes I don't wait for him to oppose to this and guide his cock into my mouth, sucking hard and moving my tongue around the tip, earning me a grunt from him, I look up and notice he is hanging his head backwards, then my eyes fall to his free hand and I notice his closed fist... I know what that means, he is itching to hold my head and fuck my mouth, so I grab it and place it at the back of my head, letting him know that its okay to do just what he wants. I feel him thrust forward and I relax my throat to give him full access. I can hear his moans and grunts when I breathe and try my best to swallow around his cock until he stops me abruptly, gets me up and on the bed again, spreading my legs and putting the condom on before he enters me. We always had great chemistry in bed, our sex was always hot and dirty but tonight there is also something else and its fucking good. I can feel him inside of me getting frantic, we have been going at it for a while and after several of my orgasms I can feel his trusts going faster and his cock throbbing inside of me, I know he is close. he kisses me through my latest orgasm and I feel the shock of it starting from my toes, the eye contact sealing it and after my high he pumps a couple more times inside of me before his glorious release. He give me a chaste kiss and then drops next to me.

"Fuuuck..." he says while breathing heavily

I stay quiet for a while, afraid that if I speak the bubble will break and we will be forced to have that conversation, all while I only want to enjoy this moment.

He kisses my shoulder softly a couple of times and then clears his throat before speaking "I want to tell you something and I need you to listen to me" -FUCK, here we go and I'm not ready-

I hum in response and prepare myself for the worst.

"(Y/N) you know I care about you and that we have been doing this for a while now..." His voice seems calm but somehow my heart keeps raising and my mind is imagining the worst "I can't do this anymore, the whole secret thing is hard and It is stressing me out.. so maybe we shouldㅡ " he pauses when I move to sit up.

"Right.." I exhale trying to slow downs my breathing "We should just stop this" I walk to my clothes

"What?" he shoots up and grabs my arm, his dark hair slightly wet by the sweat is now attached to his forehead and he looks gorgeous while standing there looking at me in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I understand, you want to end it. This secret is a problem and we need to end it before it becomes something bigger" I say slowly and carefully.. his confused expression is starting to freak me out, he is looking at me like I just grew a second head and I become even more confused once he laughs drily.

"I never said I wanted to end it. I want us to continue seeing each other. Iㅡ"

"Us hooking up sgain is only going to make it harder later one" I say

"Stop. Stop talking." he says, placing a hand to his chest and moving his hair from his forehead "If you would only listen to me, you would know that I don't want to fucking end it. I want you in my life and I thought about us being friends but the idea of us being anything short that boyfriend and girlfriend kills me and I came here to ask you but... you don't want to?" He looks at me, his face pained and I start tearing up.

This whole time I thought he wanted to end us, meanwhile he just wanted us to become something more. I can see him trying to find an answer on my face and when I find myself unable to speak, I throw myself at him, kissing him passionately, stopping to whisper in between sobs "I do want us. I want us to be together. I want to be your girlfriend." and starting a second round of what we had just finished.

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Its the morning after and I woke up in between his arms, Yoongi and I spent most of the night having sex, intense and meaningful sex until we fell asleep.

I am in the ensuite shower when he joins me and we go for another rounds, I am incredibly happy and he seems to be in the same state. Every now and then he tells me how happy he is I said yes and how much more relaxed he feels now that we are on the same page.

We get dressed in between kisses, trying our best to not fall in the bed again because we need energy so we walk holding hands to the kitchen to get some breakfast and we can hear everyone is awake. We had decided to let our friends know about us because it was a good start not having to hide our relationship from them.

"FUCKING FINALLY" Jungkook yells with a big smile when he sees us entering the Livingroom.

A/N: I hope you guys like this story. Sorry I haven't published in a while, I have been dealing with some personal stuff and with the publishing of my upcoming book so my priorities have been different lately. I will keep writing, I dont have set times but I will work on publishing at least twice a month. Loye you all and please stay healthy and safe.

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csprint · 5 months ago

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𖡡 csprint's masterpost

syd (🦥)┊she/her ┊20+ ┊do not interact if you are underage.

requests are open. but please be patient. i will accept anything except for the following: rape, non-con, abuse, self harm, coercion, incest, or extreme age gap.

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ateez┊got7┊jungkook┊seventeen┊stray kids

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kpoptrashshipsposts · 2 months ago

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How GOT7 Reacts to You Cancelling Plans Last Minute 📅💔

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Jaebeom

He’d already be halfway to pick you up when your text came in. Pulling over, he’d exhale deeply, gripping the wheel before calling you. “Did something happen, or are you just not feeling it today?” His voice would be calm, no anger��just concern. He wouldn’t guilt-trip you, but you’d hear the subtle disappointment in his tone. “Alright, just take care of yourself, okay? We’ll reschedule.” Later that night, you’d get a picture of his cat with a caption: "I'm not the only one who misses you."

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Mark

Instead of texting back, he’d quietly drop by your place and leave your favorite snack with a handwritten note: "I know you need space, but don’t forget to take care of yourself, okay?" He wouldn’t knock or call—just a silent gesture to let you know he was thinking of you. Later, he’d text something simple: "Next time, yeah?" No pressure, just warmth.

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Jackson

Within minutes of your cancellation, you’d get a call. “Wait, hold up—are you okay? What happened?” If you reassured him it was nothing serious, he’d pivot smoothly. “Alright, fine, I won’t bug you… but I’m already in the area. What if we just grab coffee for five minutes? No pressure, no big deal.” He’d find a way to turn the disappointment into something easy and lighthearted, just so he could still see you for a bit.

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Jinyoung

His reply would come almost instantly, laced with playful pettiness. "Oh wow, plans canceled? Love that for me. Totally not sitting here all dressed up or anything." He wouldn’t actually be mad, just mildly dramatic for effect. Later, he’d call you with an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I can forgive you… but only if you make it up to me. I expect prime treatment next time.” His voice would be teasing, but you’d hear the small hint of disappointment—he really had been looking forward to it.

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Youngjae

He’d try to sound okay, but his initial response would immediately make you feel bad. “Oh… that’s fine! I was just really looking forward to it.” He wouldn’t guilt-trip you, but the softness in his voice would linger. A few hours later, you’d get a follow-up text: "I hope you’re doing alright. Let’s try again soon, okay? No pressure, just whenever you’re ready!" He’d never hold it against you, but he’d definitely be missing you.

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Bambam

He’d immediately fire off a playful, dramatic text. "WHAAAT? I just got dressed up for NOTHING?! My fit is WASTED. TRAGIC." But later, he’d send a selfie of himself pouting, captioned: "Sad but still cute. You better make it up to me, PLEASE." He wouldn’t be mad, but he’d definitely remind you of what you were missing.

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Yugyeom

His first response would be a single sad emoji. 😞 Then radio silence. But a little while later, you’d get a Spotify playlist link with the message: "Listen to this and think of me. You owe me." The playlist title? “For When You Break My Heart 💔”—full of moody, emotional R&B songs. When you’d call him and chew him out for being dramatic, he’d just laugh, "I gotta make you feel a little guilty, right?"

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#got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #goto7 #got7 fanfiction #kim yugyeom #bambam #choi youngjae #jackson wang #park jinyoung #mark tuan #im jaebeom

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almost, always - ch 3

Warnings (only for this chapter) - social anxiety hinted, insecurity, alcohol mentioned, swearing Pairings - idol!bangchan x female!bsf(oc) Read chapter one and two here!

Chapter Three: Happy Birthday, I’m Dying Inside!

IN THE END, Hanuel showed up. She was late — last-minute nerves had her pacing her room for too long. But eventually, she slipped into a dusty blue knit dress and brown boots, forcing herself onto the subway. Now, standing outside the door, her fingers twisted in her bag strap as doubt crept back in, louder than ever.

Her heart pounded. Loud. Too loud. She felt every beat echo in her chest, spreading to her fingertips and toes. The music thrummed through the floor, amplifying the vibrations in her body until it felt like she might dissolve.

She shouldn’t have come.

She hadn’t even told Chan she was coming. Felix had convinced her to keep it a secret after Chan caught wind of the party plans. Let yourself be the last surprise, Felix had said over the phone. It’ll be funny.

But what if it wasn’t? What if Chan didn’t laugh? What if he felt like she was intruding — shoving her way into his life uninvited?

Hanuel forced herself to take a breath, but it did little to calm her down. The thought gnawed at her as she lingered outside the door, fingers trembling against the hem of her dress.

She could hear muffled laughter spilling from inside — voices overlapping, music thrumming through the walls. Every sound made her chest tighten.

Maybe she should leave. She had already called Chan in the morning, wishing him a happy birthday. She could text Felix, say she wasn’t feeling well, and slip back into the subway like she was never here.

Her heart jumped when the door suddenly opened.

Minho stood in the doorway, blinking at her. His usual sharp expression softened into something unreadable, eyes flicking over her like he was piecing together a puzzle.

“Oh,” he said, stepping aside without a word. He didn't question why she was hovering outside the door and Hanuel was grateful for it.

She bowed, mumbling a barely audible thank you as she slipped inside. The apartment buzzed with life, the members and others whom she didn't recognise packed into the clusters, too busy in their jokes and teasing to notice her.

Hanuel quickly pressed herself against the nearest wall, fingers twisting the strap of her bag as she scanned the room for Chan.

She spotted him almost immediately.

He was in the kitchen, laughing with Felix and Hyunjin, a paper crown perched crookedly on his head. He looked so at ease — so happy.

Her stomach twisted.

Maybe he didn’t need her here. Maybe he hadn’t needed her for a long time.

But then Chan turned, and his eyes landed on her like a magnet snapping into place. His laughter cut off mid-breath, the surprise on his face so stark that even Hyunjin stopped talking to glance between them.

“Hanuel?” Chan’s voice carried over the noise, and suddenly, she wished she really had left.

His eyes were wide, disbelief flickering across his face. He blinked, like he wasn’t sure she was real. Her body went rigid, feet glued to the floor. She opened her mouth to explain herself, to apologize — but nothing came out.

Chan, still staring, handed his drink to Hyunjin without looking. He weaved through the crowd, brushing past people like they weren’t even there, until he stopped right in front of her.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice gentler this time. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“I…Felix invited me.” She swallowed, throat tight and then she forced herself to smile, “Happy Birthday, Snapback.”

Chan’s face softened at the mention of the old nickname, a slow grin spreading across his lips. “You should’ve told me,” he said, giving her shoulder a light squeeze. “I would’ve come to get you.”

Her pulse hammered painfully. She couldn’t tell if he was upset or not — if he really meant what he said, or if he was just being polite. She hated how her brain twisted his words, pulling them apart to find problems where there probably weren’t any.

“I...I thought you might not want me here,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Chan frowned, brows furrowing. “Why would you think that?”

Before she could answer, a loud voice cut through the noise.

“HANNI-BEE?!”

She barely had time to brace herself before she was engulfed in a crushing hug, the ridiculous nickname making her suddenly nostalgic.

“Bambam?” she croaked, her voice muffled against his jacket.

He pulled back, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “I knew I saw you!” He shook her shoulders with playful force. “You disappeared! Why didn’t you tell me you were still hanging out with this loser?” He jerked a thumb toward Chan.

“I — I wasn’t,” she stammered, heat rushing to her cheeks. “I mean, not really, I —”

“JACKSON, LOOK!” Bambam shouted over his shoulder. “SHE’S ALIVE!”

Jackson materialized out of nowhere, eyes wide with surprise before morphing into a mischievous smirk. “I thought you were a ghost or something,” he teased, ruffling her hair. “Haven’t seen you in forever.”

Her hands trembled as she tried to laugh it off, overwhelmed by the sudden attention. She pressed her fingers into her palms, grounding herself, but her chest still tightened like a vice.

Chan stood beside her, watching her carefully, but not carefully enough to see. He didn’t notice how her smile strained, or how her fingers twitched from squeezing her hands too hard.

He didn’t notice how badly she wanted to run.

“I — it’s nice to see you guys,” Hanuel said, her voice wobbling like a loose thread.

“You’re shaking,” Jackson observed, not unkindly, but blunt enough to make her flinch.

Chan elbowed him. “Hyung.”

“What? She is.”

“I’m fine,” Hanuel blurted, voice too sharp, too quick. She felt her pulse throb in her throat, the weight of their attention pressing down on her. Her chest constricted, lungs working overtime as she tried to breathe through the panic creeping up her spine.

She hated how obvious it felt — how she could feel her anxiety bleeding through the cracks, no matter how tightly she tried to patch herself up.

“I should get a drink,” she said, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I’ll be right back.”

Without waiting for a response, she slipped away, weaving through the crowd like a ghost. The noise blurred into static, voices warping as her heart pounded louder, faster.

She barely made it to the kitchen before her legs gave out, and she sank onto a stool, fingers digging into her knees.

Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

She counted her breaths, grounding herself against the cool surface of the counter. She pressed her palms flat, willing the tremors in her fingers to stop, to quiet the storm raging beneath her skin.

“Hanuel?”

Her heart stuttered.

She turned, and there he was — Han Jisung, standing by the fridge with a half-empty soda can in his hand. His eyes widened when he saw her, blinking as if he wasn’t sure she was real.

“You...you actually came,” Han said, voice dipping into something softer, more surprised than she expected.

“I...yeah,” Hanuel mumbled, ducking her head. She gripped the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “Sorry.”

“Sorry?” Han echoed, stepping closer. “Why are you sorry?”

For being here. For crashing the party. For acting like I still belong in Chan’s life.

But she couldn’t say any of that, so she just shook her head, biting down on the words before they could spill out and ruin everything.

Han watched her, eyes sharp in a way that made her feel exposed. He wasn’t as loud as the others, not as showy, but his gaze was heavy, like he saw too much.

“Are you...okay?” he asked, tilting his head.

Hanuel tensed, heat rushing to her face. “I’m fine,” she said, too quickly, her voice too thin.

Han didn’t buy it. He set his drink down and leaned against the counter, keeping enough distance so she wouldn’t feel cornered but close enough that she couldn’t escape the weight of his attention.

“Chan’s happy you’re here,” Han said after a moment, tapping his fingers against the counter. “He hasn’t stopped talking about how much he misses you.”

Her chest tightened.

“I doubt that,” she muttered.

Han blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“It’s been years,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator. “I’m just...intruding.”

Han stared at her like she’d just said the sky was green. “Intruding?” he repeated, disbelief coloring his voice. “Dude, you’re like, his favorite person. He never shuts up about you.”

Hanuel froze.

“That’s not true,” she said, her throat closing up.

“It is,” Han insisted, shrugging like it was obvious. “He talks about you all the time — like, all the time. Honestly, I thought you guys texted every day or something.”

The words hit her like a punch to the gut.

Because they didn’t text every day. They barely texted at all. And the more Han spoke, the more she realized how much she’d missed — how far apart she and Chan had drifted, even if he still talked about her like she hadn’t left. And no one was to blame except for her.

Hanuel swallowed the lump in her throat, her pulse hammering against her ribs.

“I should get back to the party,” she said abruptly, stepping back.

Han straightened. “Wait —”

But she was already slipping out of the kitchen, her vision blurring as her chest caved in.

She needed air.

She needed out.

But Jackson blocked her way before she could run anywhere. "Come on now," he teased, an easy grin spreading across his face, "where are you off to now? Don't tell me you're avoiding us now."

"What? No!" The lies escaped from Hanuel's lips easily, "I just wanted a drink. It's been so long."

"It really has been, hasn't it?" Bambam chimed in, "You were gone so suddenly. Like, poof! I thought you moved to another country or joined a secret agency."

Hanuel laughed, the sound slipping out before she could catch it. “I didn’t,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I just...stayed out of the way.”

“Stayed out of the way?” Jackson repeated, looking genuinely offended. “Since when do you stay out of the way? You used to pick fights with vending machines when they didn’t work.”

Bambam snorted. “Didn’t you punch one?”

“I didn’t punch it,” Hanuel muttered, heat crawling up her neck. “I just...tapped it. Forcefully.”

Jackson doubled over laughing. “Forcefully? You fucking dented the thing!”

Bambam wiped fake tears from his eyes. “And then threatened to sue JYP for emotional distress.”

“Oh my god, stop,” Hanuel whined, burying her face in her hands.

“Or when you kicked a trash can because you were losing in Mario Kart?” Jackson wheezed, clutching his stomach.

“In my defense,” Hanuel said, voice muffled, “it was rigged.”

“Or when you chased Chan around that park with a slipper as you swore at him?” Bambam added, barely able to breathe through his laughter.

“That was his fault,” she snapped, peeking out from behind her fingers. “He stole my ice cream!”

Jackson wiped his eyes, still cackling. “Man, you were fucking wild. I kinda miss it.”

Bambam nodded, smiling fondly. “Yeah. You were scary, but fun scary.”

Hanuel’s chest loosened, the weight of anxiety lifting just a little. She didn’t know when she’d stopped being that person — the one who yelled too loud, laughed too hard, and stormed through life like a hurricane. But standing there, hearing the ridiculous stories spill out like they’d just happened yesterday, made her feel like she hadn’t lost that version of herself completely.

“You guys make me sound like a menace,” she muttered, but her lips curled up in a small smile.

“You were a menace,” Bambam grinned. “And we loved it.”

“Wait, who was scary?” Felix’s voice chimed in, and they turned to see him approaching with Hyunjin trailing behind, curiosity plastered across both their faces.

“Hanuel,” Bambam grinned, pointing at her like he was exposing a criminal. “She used to terrorize everyone.”

Felix gasped, eyes wide with playful shock. “You? No way.”

Hanuel covered her face again. “This is character assassination.”

“It’s true!” Jackson said, wrapping an arm around Felix’s shoulders. “She nearly broke a vending machine because it wouldn’t give her chips.”

Hyunjin snorted, “Honestly? Respect.”

Felix giggled, his sunshine-like laughter infectious. “I can’t imagine you like that.”

Hanuel peeked out from her hands, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. “That’s because I’ve mellowed out,” she mumbled. “I’m peaceful now.”

Bambam and Jackson immediately burst into laughter again, doubling over like it was the funniest thing they’d heard all night.

“Peaceful?” Bambam wheezed. “Stop with the bullshit. You threw your shoe at Chan!”

“I was sixteen!”

Felix wiped his eyes, still giggling, while Hyunjin looked at her with newfound admiration. “You’re kinda my hero,” he said, and Hanuel couldn’t help but laugh, finally feeling the last remnants of anxiety unravel.

For the first time that night, she felt like she belonged — not because she was quiet and careful, but because these people had already seen her chaos and accepted her anyway.

And maybe she hadn’t lost herself completely, after all.

Felix nudged her arm, eyes still sparkling. “You should hang out with us more. Maybe you can help me scare Chan for revenge.”

Hanuel raised a brow. “Revenge for what?”

“He stole my last brownie,” Felix said, voice heavy with betrayal.

Hyunjin nodded solemnly. “It was tragic. Felix almost cried.”

“I did cry,” Felix admitted, clutching his chest like he was still grieving.

Hanuel chuckled, the warmth in her chest spreading. “I guess I can come out of retirement for that.”

Jackson threw an arm around her shoulders. “That’s the spirit! Wild Hanuel is back!”

Before she could protest, more footsteps echoed down the hall, and Seungmin and I.N appeared, both bowls filled with chips and candies.

“Oh, hey,” Seungmin said, blinking at the group. “We were wondering where everyone went.”

I.N tilted his head, glancing at Hanuel and then bowed. He then turned to the group to ask, "What are you talking about?"

“Hanuel-ssi's adventures.” Hyunjin grinned, gesturing toward her like she was some kind of legend. “She was a vending machine warrior.”

Hanuel groaned, but Seungmin just nodded like it made perfect sense. “Cool.” He offered her some chips. “Want some?”

She took it, unsure what to do with the sudden kindness. “Thanks?”

Before the awkward silence could settle, Han appeared at the end of the hall, panting like he’d run a whole marathon. “Why are all of you missing?”

Felix smirked. “Talking how wild Hanuel used to be.��

Han’s eyes widened as he registered her presence. “Oh,” he said, voice small.

“Oh?” Hyunjin echoed, “That’s all you’ve got?”

Han cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh, thought you left already.”

“I almost did,” Hanuel admitted, “But Jackson and Bambam tackled me.”

“Emotionally tackled,” Jackson corrected.

Han smiled, something softer settling in his expression. “I’m glad you stayed.”

Just as Hanuel started to feel like she could relax, Chan’s voice cut through the chatter, loud and bright. “Oh, there you guys are! I was looking for you.”

The group turned, and Hanuel’s heart sank when she saw the girl standing beside him. Leah. She recognized her from the last time she’d visited the JYPE building — Chan had mentioned she was a stylist for Stray Kids, an Australian who’d moved to Korea to work in the industry.

“This is Leah,” Chan introduced, grinning as he gestured to her. “I don’t think you guys have officially met.”

Leah waved, her smile friendly but a little hesitant. “Hi!” she chirped in accented Korean, her pronunciation a bit clumsy.

Hanuel tried to smile back, her throat tightening. “Hi.”

Leah attempted to continue the conversation, switching to English, but Hanuel couldn’t catch more than a few words. She nodded along, pretending to understand, her chest growing heavier with each second.

She felt small. Invisible. Like a shadow standing at the edge of the circle.

She glanced at Chan, hoping he’d notice her discomfort, but he was too busy laughing at something Leah had said. The more Chan beamed at Leah’s words, the smaller Hanuel felt.

Hanuel pressed her nails into her palm, grounding herself, fighting the creeping ache of inadequacy.

Because, really, why would he notice?

Leah was beautiful. Sun-kissed blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders, eyes a vivid shade of blue that sparkled with curiosity. She had that easy confidence people carried when they belonged, her smile wide and infectious, even when her Korean words stumbled. Even in a simple cropped sweater and cargo pants people couldn't help but pay attention to her. There was a lightness to her, an aura of warmth that made people gravitate toward her, even as she fiddled nervously with her rings when she wasn’t sure what to say.

She was everything Hanuel wanted to be and more.

Fortunately for her, Minho arrived, arms crossed, surveying the group like he already knew they were up to something. “There you are,” he said, arching a brow. “It’s time to cut the cake.”

Right on cue, Changbin strolled in, holding a cake with way too many candles, his face smug. “I got the cake. Nobody touch it — it’s a masterpiece.”

The group dissolved into laughter, trailing back to the kitchen as they broke into the birthday song. Chan giggled through the whole thing, his dimples deepening as he cut the first slice, and for a fleeting moment, Hanuel wished she could freeze time — keep this exact feeling and let everything else fade away.

But her eyes lingered on Leah, standing right beside him, singing loudly and beaming at him like he was her whole world. They fit so easily together, like two pieces of a puzzle, and it made something inside Hanuel twist.

Still, she forced a smile, pretending she got her whole life together.

Wassup? This chapter was exhausting and I hope I did well in potraying Hanuel's perspective. I get how annoying the slowburn kinda gets but I don't really wanna rush things, given how much work Hanuel character's need. Social anxiety isn't something you can deal with so quickly and that isn't the message I'm tryna send. So yeah, bear with me, lmfao. If anything makes you uncomfortable or you're relating with Hanuel's self doubts on any level, leave me a message and I don't mind listening to yall if you don't have anyone else. Sometimes you just need someone to lend an ear. Moving on, I loved introducing Bambam and Jackson and I love their dynamic. I just love the whole of Got7 and I'm so glad they finally CAME BACK! Okies, I'll stop rambling lmfao. Sorry, it's late here and I just wanna sleep but then at the same time I'm too excited to sleep because I wanna continue writing (my writers block finally lifted after so long lmfao) Anywhoo, don't be a ghost! Leave likes and comments. Reblogs helps a lot too <3 Stay safe and I'll come w ch 4 soon! Here's a meme to entertain you till then lmfao

This is funny because I literally have my Maths final exam tmrw and here I am pRocAstiNatinG. Okies, I'll finally leave yall. ~Candy \(￣︶￣*\))

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mykoreanlove · 2 years ago

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You're sick

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What the actual fuck? Jackson took another puff of his cigarette before reaching for his drink again. She blocked me? She fucking blocked me?! He took another sip of the brown liquor, not even feeling the burn in this throat anymore. The only thing he felt was anger. His eyes were glued to the screen, still unable to process what has happened. How could you block me? I’m Jackson Wang from China for fuck’s sake. He took another long sip sadly accepting the fact that even his fame couldn’t guarantee him a shot at love.

You’re sick. Those were your final words to him. He replayed you saying that hundreds of times. You had that painful look in your reddened eyes, tears straining your flushed cheeks, breath stuck in your throat as you let go of him. Jackson spit out the nastiest things as his ego was taking a blow right there. He watched you pack your stuff and leave his apartment, leaving him for good.

At least you didn’t cheat on him. He smirked devilishly thinking that this was some kind of progress since the girl before you fooled him for weeks on end. But if he was honest with himself it didn’t feel like progress at all. It felt like heartbreak, like suffering, like a never-ending loneliness that has crept into his bones. At this point in his life those feelings felt like a part of him. You were right, he thought to himself, I am sick.

Jackson poured himself another glass as he was remembering the first few weeks he shared with you. He liked the excitement of becoming yours - being glued to his phone eagerly anticipating your texts became normal, having someone to share the highs and lows of his days with felt so natural and you giving him all of your attention made him feel so important.

He adored the passion you elicited in him – staying up most nights to explore your body thrilled him, being the one fucking you brainless turned him on endlessly and cuddling you to sleep while stealing sweet kisses made him domestic.

He loved forming a true connection with you - opening up about his struggles was easy since you’ve always been so empathetic, holding you in his arms under the stars while planning the future seemed logical and falling in love was inevitable, especially for someone as love-addicted as Jackson.

This sweet feeling of love took over his whole being which made him noticeably happier. Jackson finally felt like he was appreciated for who he was as a man and not for being an artist. He didn’t even care that he had to slow down his career, so that he could spend more time with you. He didn’t care about music sales, brand deals or future career options – all he cared about was you.

Until he didn’t.

His mind got pestered with doubts, anxiety clouding his every thought. What if this was too good to be true? What if you left him in the end? What if relationships weren’t just his thing? Could he really neglect his career for you? After all, his career would never wake up and abandon him one day…

Jackson felt himself slipping into old patterns. This was no longer the confident man that you fell for but a coward that shied away from love and gave into fear. Unable to stop his inner demons, he gave into them, turning into a self-sabotaging monster once again. Better hurting you than getting hurt himself, right?

He gulped down the remains of the liquor and let out a desperate sigh. Why did I do this? Why am I so stupid? He ran his hand through his blonde hair, tugging on it as if self-harm would ease his self-inflected pain. He thought about the downfall of your relationship: Joyful calls turned into silence, sweet acts of love turned into egocentric ignorance and soulful connection turned into manipulation. This was no longer a blooming relationship; this was him having his way with you. He controlled you by giving you love if he needed it and tossed you aside if you came too close to him. Jackson often wondered how long you’d play this game with him, how much it took to break you. Turns out that fucking his dancer in front of you did the trick. Crying and arguing got replaced with your silence – this was you being done with him. This was him being left with his sickness – once again.

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pars-ley · 7 months ago

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Title: Come Alive (part two) Pairing: Jackson Wang x f reader Summary: Having not heard from Jackson since he pretended to be your boyfriend to ward off unwanted attention, you try to push him out of your mind, that is until you run into him when you least expect it. Genre: Fake dating au / strangers to lovers au / heartbreak / angst / fluff / smut Rating: 15 (Nsfw-smut in future chapters) Warnings: some brief mild "friendly" threatening behaviour / foul language W/C: 2.2k Banner: @nixiecreates creating pure perfection. Beta: @seokgyuu thank you so much for you kind and encouraging words Tag list: @foofarny @kzokssb @galadrielthepsycho @sumzysworld @vminjackbaddie Notes: just a short chapter as I'm easing into the story that will unfold. I'm so excited. Please like, comment, reblog as it really helps!

"Can I get a medium latte and a slice of the lemon sponge, please?” You ask the barista, at the coffee shop around the corner from your apartment.

“Uh, sure, to have in or takeaway?” He responds with a bright smile, seeming slightly over the top.

“Have in, please.”

He nods enthusiastically, “coming right up, tap when you're ready.” He points to the contactless card machine and rushes off to make your drink. “Swap with me.” He whispers to the other worker at the coffee machine, practically shoving him out of the way. Frowning, bewildered by his behaviour you shrug it off and make your payment before heading to the other end of the counter to wait for your order.

Taking a quick glance at the seating, you are pleased to see there are a few tables you can choose from, much to your relief. You need to get some work done and with your upstairs neighbours having renovations in their apartment, the noise there is almost impossible. So you came to your sanctuary, your favourite coffee shop with not only the best coffee, but most importantly, the best cakes.

“Here you are.” The barista says with that same wide, slightly manic looking grin, as he hands you the tray. “Call me, anytime.” He whispers, but still loud enough for the people in the queue to hear, resulting in their quiet sniggers. You glance down at your order and see the scrawl of some numbers on your napkin and your face heats, only made worse by the fact you can feel so many eyes on you. Smiling awkwardly, you blurt out, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend,” before taking the tray and making a quick escape to your table by the window.

Once seated you spin the cup to take a proper look at it.

The name ‘Lyle’ stares at you in bold, messy italics. Groaning to yourself, you turn the cup back back around and set your bag on the seat next to you, pulling out your laptop and hoping that the eyes you could still feel on you were only your imagination.

You most definitely did not want to call him. Especially since you still haven't forgotten about Jackson. It has been a month since you met him at the club and you've had no text or call from him whatsoever and yet, he has crossed your mind more regularly than you would care to admit.

You shrug the thought away as you load up your work and dig into your cake, relishing the sharp lemon flavour of the sponge combined perfectly with the sweetness of the drizzled icing on top.

“Does this boyfriend have a name?” a voice beside your table startles you, your fork freezing in mid air while your mind races to come up with an answer for the persistent barista.

Glancing up at him, determined to continue your lie, you start, “l-” but stop when you see a familiar face smiling down at you. “Jackson?” you drop your fork and stand up to greet him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses you lightly on the cheek, lingering a little too long for just a casual greeting. “It’s great to see you, y/n.”

You can’t help smiling up at him, your bodies almost pressed against each other and radiating intense heat between the tiny gap.

“y/n?” Another voice sounds and a smiling face appears from behind him.

“Do I know you?” you wonder.

“No, no, sorry, I’m Mark, Jackson’s friend, but boy, have I heard a lot about you.” he grins.

Arching a brow you peer up at Jackson and note the faint flush of pink dusting across his cheeks and have to fight the amusement that tugs at your mouth. “Good things, I hope?”

“Oh, yes, very,” is all Mark responds, snapping his mouth shut when Jackson throws him a deathly glare. Biting your lip in an attempt to keep your excitement and amusement at bay and watch as Jackson turns your coffee cup towards him, looking at the numbers written there, “so, is this boyfriend real or did you need a fake one again?”

The smirk that plays on his lips has your heart pounding against your ribcage, creating a tune just to serenade him with.

“I guess I could have really used your assistance again.”

He laughs and then his eyes fall serious, seeming unsure of what he wanted to say.

“So still no boyfriend, huh?” Mark interrupts the silence, as he stares very obviously at Jackson.

You shrug, “nope, I seem to have this problem…” tapping your chin thoughtfully, “where guys don't call me.”

Jackson groans and dips his head into his hands, “I know, I know, I was going to call, but then…” he hesitates, searching for the right words.

“He was being a little bitch about his ex,” Mark interrupts, “but, he's over that now, aren't you?” he scolds and you have to fight the urge to laugh.

“Yes, definitely.” Jackson responds staring intently at you, eyes burning through you and starting a surprisingly intense heat inside you. “I'm sorry, I should have at least sent a text.”

“Hey, if you're not ready, you're not ready, can't help meeting at shitty timing.” you smile graciously, trying to hide your disappointment and hoping you're succeeding.

“I'm ready, now,” he insists, stepping closer to you. “If I haven't blown my chance?”

Your heart hammers so loud in your chest, you can barely hear his words, but the resounding scream inside your head tells you what you've decided. “Why don't you message me and find out?”

He beams at you and nods, “yes, for sure.”

Your cheeks warm slightly and you have to break eye contact, if you want your brain to ever work normally again. Getting lost in his eyes is dangerously easy.

“Miss, are these guys bothering you?” A voice sounds next to you and your eyes drift slowly over following the sound. Who should it be? None other than Lyle, the barista. Thinking he's being a knight in shining armour, when in reality he's disturbing a moment you have hoped for since the night you met Jackson.

You bite your lip, as the awkwardness only continues to grow as you watch Lyle sneer at the two of them, it would almost be laughable if you weren't so disappointed by the interruption.

Jackson glances slyly at you, a devilish smirk playing across his mouth and as if you can read his mind, you give him a sly wink.

Jackson steps towards him, glancing at the barista's badge, “Lyle, is it?”

He nods in response, suddenly seeming unsure of himself for butting in.

“I really appreciate the concern for my girlfriend, thank you for checking in on her and her well-being,” Jackson's hand lands on Lyle's shoulder, meant as a friendly gesture but you can tell it's also a warning by the firm grips he holds. He picks up your coffee cup and turns it towards Lyle, “and as you can gather, she won't be calling you. No hard feelings, right?”

Lyle shakes his head quickly, cheeks slightly pink and spins on his heels, making his way back behind the counter.

“Thank you.” You fight back a laugh. “you come to my rescue once again.”

“Always happy to be your fake boyfriend.” he beams at you.

“Or,” Mark chimes in again, “you could just date each other, then you could be her real boyfriend.” He mimes bashing your head's together which would have made you laugh ordinarily but you're hyper focused on Jackson's reaction to that.

He fixes Mark with a hard stare before turning back to you. “I'm sorry, I'm really out of practice with dating.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I'll call you later today and we can arrange a date? I mean, if you'd like to, that is? I don't mean to assume.” His face flushes pink and you can't help but bite your lip from the sight.

“I would love to, but,” you pause just to torture him a little more, “why don't you give me your number this time, in case you chicken out again.”

He gives you a bashful grin before pulling out his phone, typing away and then returning it to his pocket. “Done.”

You feel your cell vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans. “Ok, then.”

Both smiling at eachother like idiots, you're interrupted by Mark once again, “ok, lovebirds, we better get going so we're not late for the game.”

“Game?” You wonder.

“Basketball, a group of us play every week.” Jackson glances down at his watch. “Shit, you're right.” He takes a step towards you, “sorry, I've got to go but I promise I'll call you tonight.”

You nod, excitement blooming like roses in your stomach but a small whisper in the back of your mind does not want to get your hopes up again.

His fingers gently clasp your hand, and pull it up to his mouth, he presses his lips to the back of your knuckles, an action that almost has you swooning but you manage to stay upright.

“Really great to meet you!” Mark calls, as he heads towards the exit, drawing people's eyes in your direction.

Jackson backs away without another word, glancing back at you until he's out the door and out of sight.

You sit down, feeling dazed, your hand feels cold where his lips touched your skin, burning them with the memory of the tender kiss. Opening up your laptop and attempting to focus on today's tasks proves difficult when all you can think about is the hopeful impending conversation you would have with him later.

Pulling out your phone, remembering that he'd messaged you, so you could save his number and you see the text. Your mouth stretches in Cheshire grin before you can stop it seeing his message:

Unknown: can't wait to speak later

Just that simple sentence had you giddy and feeling like a love sick idiot. You also couldn't wait till later.

Signing out at 5pm on the dot, you pack away your work things now you are back home. The renovations were still ongoing, the noise reverberating through your apartment like wildfire, making plans in your head to go out for dinner, until your phone rings, halting all other thoughts.

You see Jackson's name on your screen, scrambling to answer it and taking a deep breath to quell the excitement before you speak.

“Well, this is a nice surprise.” you start, sounding a lot cooler than you feel.

His deep laughter vibrates your ear, sending delicious shivers down your spine. “There's no chickens here today, ma’am.”

You can't help but laugh at his reference to your earlier comment. “I can see that. Nice to hear from you. How was the game?”

Settling on your sofa, pulling you legs up to get cosy, you listen in.

“Yea, good, my team won, of course.”

How can his voice sound even more devastating over the phone? Every word drips with velvet.

“There's nothing wrong with your ego, is there?” you tease.

“Not when it comes to things I know I'm good at.”

“And I bet you're good at many things.” the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, hanging in the air thick and heavy, until he speaks.

“I guess you'll just have to stick around and find out.”

You hold in the squeal that's bursting to escape, as more loud bangs and drilling sound around you.

“What on earth is that sound?” He asks.

Letting out a frustrated sigh you explain about your neighbours and your plans to stay out this evening, hoping when you return the noise would have dissipated somewhat.

“If you're free tonight, why don't we have dinner?” He asks, sounding nervous for the first time today.

Biting your lip and grinning you nod frantically, “oh sorry,” you laugh, realising he can't see you, “I was nodding. I would love that.”

“Ok, great, I'll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Perfect.” Holy fuck, you need to get ready fast.

You text him your address and raid your wardrobe, opting for a black dress with flat shoes, something simple but classic so you would fit whatever type of restaurant you go to. Your hair is beyond saving, so you pull it up in a rough bun, which for once turns out great. You neaten the very minimal makeup you have on when your doorbell goes. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest, galloping like a horse that carries you to your front door. Pulling it open, your mind goes blank seeing him standing there all in black. A fitted black t-shirt, with black trousers and shoes, he looked devastating in such a simple ensemble.

“You look…” swallowing and trying to appear calm, “amazing.”

His answering smile almost floors you. “I was thinking the same thing, you look beautiful. And we match.”

Looking down at your outfit you can't help but laugh at the coincidence.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks.

Nodding, you grab your bag and keys and lock up. His fingers entwine through yours and he searches your eyes for permission, smiling as you give his hand a reassuring squeeze. It feels nice, the simple action of your hands clasped together, natural and comfortable. Your usual first date nerves have evaporated, maybe it's because you've spent time with him already, maybe it's because you know what it's like to kiss him, or maybe he's just a good match for you. Only time will tell.

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happysprings · 2 months ago

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Still you

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Next morning, you woke up with a nasty headache. You woke up and went to the dining area only to find your mom, dad , youngseo's dad and Jinyoung's parents, you smiled and greeted them. You sat with them for breakfast smiling apologetically "here this is the hangover soup" you dad spoke passing you the bowl. You took the spoon as you were about to eat your mom spoke "seriously you come home after so long just to get drunk this bad?" you didnt say anything you just scratched your head and ate. "what are your plans for a job in korea ?? have you thought about it?" asked Jinyoung's dad you smiled and said "yes about that.." you looked at your mom and dad "so I randomly applied for a position here in South Korea...." you again looked at your parents being doubtful about the response., "and..what?" asked your mom. "I got selected in Konkuk University Medical Centre in Seoul as Cardiothoracic surgeon.. and i am joining in 5 days." you waited for everyone's response, but thankfully you everyone was happy and congratulated you. As everyone was congratulating you Youngseo, Yuri and Jinyoung entered. Suddenly Jinyoung's mom asked "did you find a house there? do you need a help?" hearing this Yuri jumped "ya Y/N you are moving to Seoul ???" you nodded as youngseo spoke "well even I am moving to Seoul too.. I got transferred to the Seoul office!." you smiled and hugged Youngseo "I got a job in Konkuk University Medical Centre we can stay together!" you both hugged. Meanwhile Jinyoung was watching you guys in awe, as Yuri spoke "then lets search for a bigger house and stay together." the three of you did a group hug. Suddenly youngseo's father asked Jinyoung "what about your plans Jinyoung I read Got7 will be having a comeback. Is it true?" Jinjoung smiled and nodded. Yuri asked when he is going back and he spoke "tomorrow" hearing this youngseo spoke "then lets go together we all are going back me, yuri and Y/n has to find a house and move in in 5 days ." Yuri agreed, and Jinyoung looked at you but you didnt react. "so lets sort properties and pack ." you and went to your room. Youngseo followed you to your room "whats going on with you and jinyoung?" she asked , you turn around and said "nothing....why will there be anything going on." to which youngseo replied "because you guys were inseparable." you sighed "that was long time ago.. we didnt even talk all these years. What do you expect." Yuri entered and spoke "so you are mad at him? that he didnt contact you." said Yuri "No, even I didnt contact him all these years."you said "but you came to soo young Unnie's wedding did you guys talk?" you nodded and said no to which younseo questioned "why?" "because I only came to attend the weeding, I came met his parents sooyoung unnie and bo young unnie and went on, I had a big surgery scheduled the next day so u wasnt able to stay any longer." you answered. Hearing this Yuri smirked "There is so much tension between you two, I think you two need to be locked in a room together." you hit Yuri and dragged both of them out of your room as you freshen up. You guys did the apartment hunting and packed you things. By the time you guys were done it was time for dinner your mom called the three of you and said "girls lets go for dinner today we are having at Jinyoung's. his mom made Bulgogi.." hearing this Yuri spoke "finally lets go and get ready for actual drama." you rolled your eyes and went on. As you entered his mom greeted you guys and she told you girls to go to Jinyoung's room. As you entered you nodded jinyoung and sat there, the room was still the same when you were kids ,near the night stand there was a photo of frame of you and jinyoung together when you guys were returning from school, his father took that picture and he still kept it. Yuri spotted that frame and asked Jinyoung "ooo you still have this... didnt you miss her at all ?? you guys were inseparable in school." Jinyoung smiled "yeah I still have it." you gave youngseo the look to control Yuri and she dragged Yuri.

Now its just you and Jinyoung in the room "Do you smoke?" Jinyoung raise his eyes "do you ?" you looked somewhere else and whispered silently "yes, I do." Jinyoung was about to lecture you just then his mom called you guys for dinner., you ran off leaving Jinyoung amused. Jinyoung was furious thinking how could you smoke? why would you poison your body like this. His mom called again and he came down as well. now everyone sat around the table you guys had dinner peacefully and you excused yourself saying you want to go out for fresh air. It was the most basic excuse for a smoker as you went out walked few meters away from house you lit a cigarette. You were smoking suddenly Jinyoung came and took the cigarette and threw it. "are you serious? you want it so much." hearing this you rolled your eyes, you started to walk ahead suddenly Jinyoung ran behind you and put his hand in your pocket and took the pack of cigarette and held it high. Damn he is tall, you thought as you jumped and tried to get the packet. "take it come on." he spoke you got irritated "okay fine take it I'll buy a new one." and walked away. Jinyoung followed you and held your wrist as he spoke "yaa you know its not good for health you are a doctor yourself why would you do that." you removed his hand and silently went away. and got inside your home. Later Yuri and Youngseo Joined Jinyoung, he asked them "do you guys know she started smoking ?" to which Yuri said "long time ago, " youngseo nodded and said "yeah i think she started smoking in the second year of her med school. as per her med school was stressful, later she started smoking regularly when she became resident her reason was she wouldnt get sleep for 3 days straight and cigarette helped her to be awake." hearing this Jinyoung's expression soften. Youngseo patted Jinyoung's back and spoke "dont worry we will help her quit smoking once we stay together." Jinyoung nodded and asked if they need help with moving stuff to which both agreed. As they were walking back to their homes Jinyoung asked Youngseo "how is she?" to which youngseo smiled "kind of mad but will not admit it since it will hurt her ego.. you didnt even call." Jinyoung looked down and said "You know I couldnt, I became a trainee and then debuted I was packed." Yuri spoke "we know but still you stopped contacting. but anyway you guys can fix it" Jinyoung didnt say anything he just nodded as Yuri spoke again "okay tell me one thing is Jaebom really handsome in person as well? " hearing this youngseo rolled her eyes as Jinyoung spoke "I'll bring my guys whenever you'll move in then you can look by yourself." Yuri smiled and said "Perks of having an Idol friend. Oppa Oppa saranghaeo." hearing this Jinyoung rolled his eyes and the three of them went homes. Next morning you wore a black tshirt and black Cargo with black sunglasses obviously you didnt get sleep because you got a call from Aubrey about a case. You took your luggage and then you got a call from Lily meanwhile you were on call Jinyoung came and took your bag and settled the luggage in the other car. Seoul was far, it was around 400 km from Jinhae , as you 4 went near the car Jinyoung got into the driver seat you were still on call discussing about a case Yuri and youngseo settled at the back, Yuri smiled and called you to sit inside the car. You saw you got the passenger seat and rolled your eyes at both of them but you sat. You were still on call, telling Lily about the line of treatment. Finally after 10 min the call got over as Yuri spoke "how can you love this stuff? You do this daily I heard it and i found it so boring." You smiled and said "with time you get used to it." then Youngseo spoke "dont you feel weird when you see all that blood? arent you grossed out?" you nodded and said you are used to it, you yawned youngseo spoke again hearing you yawn "dont tell me you didnt sleep yesterday!" to which you said "no i dint I was busy with all these calls from Lily aubrey and Luke."

The drive was very clam and you almost fell asleep. But because of sudden break you were about to fall forward but Jinyoung was so careful he touched your forehead so you dont get hurt but you woke up and Jinyoung pulled over to the side and asked you to move. You moved forward as jinyoung scolded "thats why you should wear seatbelt properly." saying this you came forward and took the belt and dragged it and clipped it properly for a moment he was too close that you could smell his cologne and see his skin was so flawless. You ask him if they are going to halt he nodded and stops, you guys got out and looked for a place to smoke. As you found it you lit a cigarette and got a call from Luke asking about the clothes that will be suitable for Seoul. Suddenly Jiyoung pops and takes your phone away and disconnects it and with other hand he takes your cigarette and throws it. You dont say anything you just sigh and go away. You ordered an ice cream while you were eating Jinyoung follows you. you ignore him go straight to his car and you sat at the back right behind the driver's seat. Jinyoung notices that and takes his driver's seat. When Yuri and youngseo return Yuri sat at the passenger's seat and Youngseo sat with you. while you sat you suddenly notice that Jinyoung adjusts the rear view mirror so that you he could keep eyeing you. You saw that and wore your sunglasses. Youngseo whispered and asked "Did something happen between you and jinyoung?" you look at youngseo and whispered "the hell is wrong with you two? Its been really long, I dont really have any room for all these things, its just that now he is just somebody that I used to know. Not more than that and stop doing all these things." saying this you turn away and looked outside window. You were now regretting coming back to South Korea. You finally reach at Yuri's. As you guys were unloading the luggage Jinyoung came to help you but you abruptly took you luggage and went inside.

You guys had luch at Yuri's, Finally Jinyoung was leaving before going he asked both your friends that he want to talk to you to with youngseo said "try harder!" and both of them went. You were at the balcony suddenly Jinyoung came and stood beside you , the moment you notice that you turn around to leave but jinyoung held you wrist "You do understand that you cannot avoid me forever." you dont give any reaction which irritates him "Its been so long that we met instead of talking and catching up you are just ignoring me." you turn to face him as you spoke "what do you expect me to do? talk to you catch up? what exactly you want to know or talk? you seriously feel we should talk?" hearing this he rubbed his temple "Fine i am sorry that I didnt call or tried to contact." "exactly if you didnt try anything in these years dont try it now." you said and left. Jinyoung had nothing to say he knew it was his fault and he went on.

Next day was your moving day. You were already there you guiding the people where to keep the Furniture. suddenly 2 cars appear it was Jinyoung and his groupmates. Of course you knew them all. Jackson came to you and greeted you then Jinyoung came and draped his hand around your shoulder and pulled you little close and introduced you them with everyone. Jaebum spoke as everyone left "so you are Y/N .. must say i have heard a lot about you." hearing this you smiled and ask who told him about you. To which jaebum answered "jinyoung, " you smiled and got back to work, it was windy outside so Jinyoung came and told to go inside and do something else he'll take care of the things outside. You didnt argue and went inside. As you entered Bambam spoke "Noona...I have heard a lot about you..." You smiled. "You guys are having a comeback right??" You asked bambam and he replied "yes we already started let's see when we get prepared" you nodded and got back to work.

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