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moccahobi · 2 years ago

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Buried Truths [Chapter 3]

Summery: A Jackson Wang party. Normally you wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Tonight though, you were going to help your best friend, Youngjae, confess to his long term crush. He would be leaving the party tonight with a date. You didn’t expect to be forced to spend time with people you never wanted to see again. Oh, how many secrets would be revealed tonight?

Pairing: Youngjae x Jaeboem, Acesexual!Reader x Jinyoung (somewhat?)

Rating: 17+

Series warnings: gore, mildly toxic actions

Word Count: 6.7k

Genre: Supernatural AU, horror, angst, alcohol

A/N: Whoot! This has been my first finished series in a while! I am so thankful to have been able to write it and post it so close together. I hope to have more series and fics up soon (other than AFBTTYA) but also AFBTTYA is my top priority atm and this series took me roughly a year to make. It twas so fun to make though!

A/N2: Thank you so so much to @ssaboala for reading this fic over for me! Her comments and assurance helped me so much!

Chapter 2 < Masterlist

You must’ve played with her for a long while but you don't fully remember. In fact, the next thing you remembered was two people struggling to carry you down the stairs, exhaustion seeping from every pore of your body. You felt like a rag doll limply lolling around as they moved. Pain was simmering in every part of your body and your ankle hurt 100x more than before.

“Hyung. I understand that you don’t want to break anything… but we need to fucking go. She was… I don’t know. She was saying some strange stuff. Scary stuff. I-” Bambam was one of the people carrying you. He panted as he spoke, struggling to talk and carry you at the same time.

You should get up…

“I don’t think it is a concussion. I think it was ghosts! She’s possessed. Saying ‘Appa says I can’t leave’ and other scary nonsensical shit.”

Yugyeom was the other person carrying you.

Jinyoung, nor Youngjae, nor Jackson came to help you.

You should get up…

“That sounds like we need to worry about head trauma… We need to go.” Jinyoung said, worry evident in his voice… he still cares about you.

“Permission to break a window now?” Mark asked.

Jackson sighed, “Fine… but let's do one in the kitchen where I can try to claim it was robbers or some shit.”

You imagine they set out for that, the sound of glass shattering and people continuing to move… but you didn’t lift your head or open your eyes or anything.

You should get up…

You were lifted up and set on a hard surface.

You should get up…

All the sudden, searing pain roared through your body as if someone had lit your nerves on fire, forcing a scream out of you from the sheer pain of it all. You thrashed around, trying by any means to rid yourself of the pain. With a loud THUMP, you fell on to the floor, sparking another wave of searing pain emanating from your arm. No one could contain you as the scream tore up your vocal chords and the shattered glass ripped your skin open.

The house was screaming too, shaking some pain off of itself as well. A loud crash came from the main space you were currently as the cabinets rattled angrily.

People were screaming in fear or pain or anger or something, you couldn’t tell, your ears ringing and mind fuzzy. By the time your body had calmed down again, you were laying on the uneven ground of the main space again. The chair you were sitting in earlier was shattered along with the railing leading up to the second floor.

Jinyoung was looking at your leg, a worried expression on his face as he examined something. Others were sitting around you, panting and staring worriedly.

“Will she be ok, hyung?” Bambam asked, wincing as he took a look at your leg.

You groaned and tried to sit up, only for Youngjae to stop you with a shake of his head, “You’ll be ok, Y/n-ah but please rest a bit more until we know how to get out of here. You’re hurt enough as it is.”

Confusion swelled in you at that. Sure, you were sore but hurt? Maybe it made sense with how much pain you were in. You nodded and looked around before speaking, “What happened? What’s wrong with me?”

“Well… I think it’s safe to assume you have a concussion and possibly a broken elbow.” Jinyoung started and sighed, “And I think you have a burn on your ankle… but I am really struggling to believe what I am seeing.”

Your heartbeat picked up as he spoke. What the hell happened?

“It looks like a handprint, noona.” Bambam whispered, his voice shaky and uncertain. You sat up suddenly at that, much to Youngjae’s protest, your world spinning as you did. Holy shit. Jinyoung was probably right about the concussion.

After a solid two minutes of waiting for the spinning to stop, you were met with a glaring red and puffy handprint staring at you… What the fuck?

A scream welled up in you as you stared at it but no words came out. You needed to leave asap. Holy shit. Holy shit. This… this wasn’t natural… this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t… this couldn’t be real.

The angry handprint stole your breath and taunted you, begging you to try to explain whatever the hell happened. You couldn’t though and as you slowly looked around the room, you knew no one else could. They were all as scared as you, maybe more. Somehow, it seemed as if those you’d been closest with still cared for you too… They didn’t need to know you were scared or in pain. This was a reassurance that you could give them.

Stealing all the energy you could, you sighed and shook your head, “It is odd. Luckily, I feel fine,” to further sell the lie, you reached out and touched the irritated skin which throbbed in time with the rest of your body under your touch, “My ankle isn’t even in pain anymore. I promise that I’m fine and this worry won’t help with getting us out so,” You stood up suddenly, sighing and shaking your shoulders as if you were warming up while you waited for your world to stop spinning.

“I don’t trust your promises.” Jinyoung said, eyeing your ankle from where he was sitting on the ground.

His words cut you like a knife, salt being added to the wound as Jackson and Youngjae scoffed and came closer to help support you… which despite your verbal protests, you were thankful for their support.

“I for one am wanting to believe Y/n-ssi.” Mark cut in his hair tasseled and a small scrape on his face showed that whatever happened earlier had tried to get him too, “I don’t know if you all noticed but whatever the fuck happened a little while ago wasn’t natural. I don’t want to stick around for it any longer. You most definitely need medical attention, Y/n-ssi, but if you think you’re fine for us to start trying to leave, I will believe you. Get me out of here.”

You looked around at others, Yugyeom looking up at you from where he was laying in the fetal position, his eyes red and wide with hope. Bambam was watching you from a distance, his arms crossed defensively.

“You k-know what’s happening? A ghost! We are i-in a haunted hou-house! I-” Yugyeom stopped talking suddenly, his quick breaths overpowering his ability to speak. Soon enough, he started hyperventilating and crying, his body shaking violently.

Pushing through your swirling vision, you went over to him and sat down, talking quietly to him to try to ground him, not even daring to touch Yugyeom. You’d seen enough panic attacks… you had enough panic attacks to know that touching him could have bad effects and by now, he had to ride the wave of his panic attack. At some point while you were trying to comfort Yugyeom, some of the others left the room. Whether it was to give him space or to look for an exit, you didn’t know and didn’t care. The less people, the better.

After maybe ten minutes of Yugyeom riding out his panic attack, he seemed to finally calm down some. His eyes were red and glassy and there was snot running down his face like dog slobber but he was breathing calmer and had even taken a moment to readjust himself to lean into you for comfort. By this point, you were alone with him. Jackson and Jinyoung had left to join the others at some point while you comforted Yugyeom.

“Thank you.” He croaked out at one point, wiping his snot onto his shirt sleeve as he sat up and looked at you.

“Of course. I know how horrible they can be.”

Yugyeom nodded, “Do you have them often?”

“Not any more but I used to have them a few times a day. It was brutal and debilitating.”

“I can imagine. I don’t like this at all.” He said, readjusting his position to be leaning in your lap, “What changed?”

“Leaving the stressful environment I was in… and a lot of therapy.” You laughed at that, “Go once a week and it helps me so much.”

“Yeah. I am in therapy now… Probably will need to work through today too.” Yugyeom laughed quietly and took a deep sigh.

“Possibly.”

“I hope my therapist believes in ghosts and doesn’t think this is some sort of drugged up dream.”

You nodded, “I think my therapist would more quickly believe I had a super realistic stress nightmare than that ghosts trapped us in an abandoned house.”

The two of you shared a look and laughed, a small and warm silence hugging you as you shared this intimate moment. Somehow, the house didn’t feel nearly as scary in that moment, the warped shadows weren’t as sharp and daunting and the pain that bound your body felt much lighter. It felt nice to crack jokes about this warped situation and therapy. So often you found yourself struggling to make jokes and somehow Yugyeom was bringing them out naturally. It was a nice change.

“You know… I don’t think anyone is really mad at you and Jackson hyung hiding being siblings. More so shocked… maybe a little upset but I think they’ll get over it.”

You stared at him in surprise at the sudden topic change. This wasn’t what you expected to talk about after he had a panic attack… Maybe about the possibility of ghosts or if he was feeling better… but not *this*.

Nodding slowly, you spoke, “Ok… How about we find everyone else? I think both of us want to leave ASAP.”

Slowly, you and Yugyeom got up and walked into the kitchen in hopes of finding the others. Despite the possibility of them answering, neither of you called out to others, the silence that was blanketing the house felt like it shouldn’t be broken… Although maybe that was because you and Yugyeom were too tired to walk and speak out. Maybe that was you projecting on him though.

This was the first time you’ve been around Yugyeom so maybe he was used to panic attacks or was able to bounce back and it was only you who struggled so much after them.

“You’ve calmed down! Glad to see. How are you feeling?” You jumped as someone behind you asked.

Jinyoung.

“I am feeling better,” Yugyeom turned to you and bowed, “Thank you so much Y/n-ssi for helping out.”

Flustered, you nodded soundlessly. Yugyeom was quite the character you were learning. He seemed cool though and you found yourself feeling a little sad that you weren’t friends with him or most of the others in this group. After tonight, they’d all stay a friend group tied closer together from this experience, but you’d be Youngjae’s best friend and Jackson’s little sister that had a blind date with Jinyoung…

Jinyoung.

You looked over at him, more guilt pooling in your stomach. The date went well. Wonderful even. You just so happened to also realize you were aromantic during it… and instead of responding to his excited texts after that night, you simply ghosted him. Through that, he was still being so kind and caring to you tonight and hadn’t even told anyone about all the bull shit you’ve done to him.

“Are you ok, Y/n-ssi?” Jinyoung asked, interrupting your guilt spiral.

“Oh. I am fine. Where is everyone?”

“We’re in the study talking through a plan.”

You nodded, following Yugyeom as he started walking towards the study but before you could leave the room, Jinyoung’s hand was out in front of you. His face was pleading as he looked at Yugyeom walking away and you felt that talking with him for a little was the least you could do for him after everything he’s done for you. Quickly, Yugyeom disappeared from earshot and Jinyoung finally turned to look at you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, his eyes scanned you worriedly and it felt like they were looking deep into your soul.

“I’m doing… I want to leave this place and get medical attention.”

He nodded, “I take it that you are feeling quite a lot of pain?”

You nodded, “Physically… and mentally. I… I didn’t expect to see you again.”

Were you really going to have this conversation right now?

Maybe now wasn’t the right time… but so much has happened tonight… might as well add another thing to the list.

Jinyoung looked shocked at his comment, his brows knitting together tightly as he crossed his arms defensively, “I didn’t expect to see you again ever again either. What you did was pretty shitty, you know?”

Nodding, you looked away, “I know. It was super unfair to you. I am sorry.”

“Why’d you do it?” He looked hurt as he asked, “Did I do something wrong? I kept trying to figure out what happened but I wouldn’t think of anything… I had a lot of fun on our date.”

You sighed, “I did too. But our date made me realize something and I didn’t know how to share… I just kind of ran and it was super shitty of me. I’m sorry.”

“So you’ve said. What did you realize?”

Fuck.

Of course he’d ask… and he deserved to know… even if you struggled to tell Youngjae and hadn’t told anyone else since. He was a good person and deserved to know.

Closing your eyes, you stole your confidence to speak again, “That I’m aromantic and asexual. It wasn’t you specifically so please don’t take it as our date was so bad or something… I’ve been on a few dates and didn’t feel attraction and I had so much fun with you but still struggled so much to feel any romantic attraction and then, like, after two weeks of struggling to do or say anything I realized that I might be aroace and by then I hadn’t responded to your message in, like, five days and it became harder and harder to--”

Jinyoung’s hand on your arm stopped you, your eyes flying open with shock only to be met with kind misty eyes and a big smile, “Thank you for telling me. It must’ve been hard to say. I am sorry if I put any stress on you tonight by being here.”

“I-- What?” You stared up at him, not fully processing what he had said.

He… was thanking you and apologizing?

Why?

You were the one who needed to apologize.

“Fuck. Why do you have to be so kind?!” You whined when your brain fully processed what he’d said.

Jinyoung laughed at that and pulled you into a soft hug, “Have you told many others?”

“Only you and Youngjae… and you’ve not really caused me any stress today, Jinyoung-ssi. You’ve been nothing but kind and any stress I’ve had was caused by my own stupidity to not--”

“Coming out is hard. Sure I would’ve loved a message but I understand why you didn’t…” He trailed off, worrying his lower lip as he thought over what to say next, “Could we be friends after tonight?”

You smiled at that. Jinyoung was such an amazing person, holy shit.

“I’d love that. Thank you for not being upset.”

“Of course. Now, let’s get back to the group. I don’t want them to worry about us.”

Nodding, you followed Jinyoung as he made his way to the study, a musty windowless room full of empty and rotting shelfs. Some people had lit their flashlights and set them throughout the space as they talked quietly.

“I really think it’s bullshit that there’s a ghost here. That earthquake was a coincidence. Let’s try the window again.” Jaeboem said, running his hand through his hair worriedly as he looked around the room.

Mark nodded in agreement.

You butt in as you slowly sat down, focusing on your words as your world spun violently, “I mean… I think it could be. I don’t think any of you touched my ankle tonight and yet I have a large ass handprint on it where I swear I felt something grab and pull me down the stairs.”

“I am sure there’s an explanation for that though. Maybe some odd clothes made the mark or you hit it against something.” Mark said, shaking his head.

Yugyeom scoffed at that, "I find that highly unlikely. Besides, Y/n-ssi was saying some strange stuff when she was upstairs. Stuff about her father not liking guests in the house. I kind of thought that was some of her homelife slipping out but we’ve met her father before and he’s so kind and doesn’t care about that stuff.”

Your body went cold at Yugyeom’s comment. You barely remembered making it up the stairs… what had you done up there even?

What else did you say?

Why didn’t you remember any of it?

Jackson nodded at that, “He’s the kindest extrovert I’ve met! Always pushed for her to bring more people over. He’s glad she lives in a dorm now since that gets her out and social more.”

You winced at that, the icy cold feeling gripping you growing as you glanced over at Bambam and Youngjae to catch them looking at you as well… They didn’t seem to be sharing your little secret which is good.

“You also mentioned something about the basement, noona… something about--”

*MEEEEOOOOOOOOW*

You all looked up to see the same ewok-esque cat as earlier. The same cat that led you to this house and that you followed in. It looked you in the eyes and blinked slowly before turning around and walking away slowly.

Calmness washed over you as you watched it walk and you felt the need to follow it. You didn’t move though and nor did anyone else, everyone seemed frozen as the cat let out another loud *meow* and walked back in. It rubbed against your body, its warmth seeping into you for a second before the cold air hit you again as it stepped away and looked at you expectantly.

Slowly, you stood up, your eyes glued on the cat as your world vinyetted and head grew fuzzy. It took everything in you to stay standing and then some because when your world came back to you and your brain cleared, Youngjae was holding onto you tightly as you leaned into him. When you looked up at him, he nodded and squeezed you closer to him for a split second before letting go.

“We should follow them. I think it has something to show us.”

No one said anything, all seemingly too stunned to counter as they slowly got up. The cat walked away, its primordial pouch swaying back and forth as it sauntered away and towards the basement door.

Were you really going to follow some random cat to try to get out of this house?

Seems like it.

Stealing all the confidence you could, you followed the cat as it entered the basement landing. The room felt colder than it had when you were in it earlier tonight and the shadows seemed even more dangerous and scary. You pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight, thankful that there was still plenty of charge that you could rely on… if only you had cellular service. A dark and overwhelming presence seemed to push down on you at that thought. Suddenly, it didn’t feel likely that the lack of cellular wasn’t due to whatever was in this house.

You didn’t want to go into the basement anymore. Panic rose in your throat as something was telling you that it’d be dangerous to go into the basement. This was a bad idea… a really bad idea… You looked back at the others, pain shooting up your neck as you did. They looked tired and scared, and following a cat into the basement is a very… unreal thing to do but they also looked hopeful… You had to do this for them.

“Do you want help down the stairs, Y/n-ssi?” Mark asked, walking closer to you.

You nodded. You didn't have the strength to say something as he linked arms with you, the two of you continuing to lead the way into the basement. The stairs felt rickety and unsafe, your legs almost giving out repeatedly as you traversed them.

“Are you feeling ok?” Mark asked quietly as you two neared the basement floor.

“I am doing. Thank you for your help.” You said, somehow finding a small smile growing on your face at his considerateness.

He nodded, sighing in relief as the two of you made it to the basement floor. Despite being on more solid ground, he didn’t unlink your arms or move away from you, instead looking around the space cautiously as if he was seeing the basement in a different light now. It did look quite different though. The shadows felt harsher, like they might reach out to grab you if you got too close.

You turned around and watched as everyone made it down the stairs, thankful that everyone was still together. Sighing lightly, you turned around to try to look for the cat again. It led you down here, it better not leave you now. The air seemed electric with tension as you looked around, your eyes straining to see any glow of light that may be the cat’s eyes.

BANG!

Darkness washed over you like a heavy blanket. Someone screamed, though you had no idea who, and as you looked around, you tried to find anyone and anything other than Mark in the thick darkness. You couldn't see anything. After some movement, the basement lit up once again and you saw everyone looking around scared.

Jinyoung had turned on his flashlight and Youngjae was comforting Bambam, who was huddled on the floor shaking.

“What the fuck happened?” Mark asked, looking around the room as if he could find answers there.

“A draft?” Jaeboem responded, seemingly unsure of what he was even suggesting.

“I don't think so... It's not been too windy out, and the front door is closed so the draft had to have come from wind inside… which isn't too plausible.” Jackson said with a shake of his head, turning on his own flashlight and walking around a little.

Still no cat to be found.

Tentatively, you called out for the cat, hoping that it would reveal himself and guide you all a little more. You waited, clinging on to Mark as you looked around, others starting to move around and explore the basement.

Bambam crouched down and picked up the same tiny wooden car that you’d seen earlier, “Noona! Look! It flew far!”

Nodding, you held your breath as he watched everyone else explore. Something felt like it was breathing down the back of your neck, putting you on edge as you looked around space for that tiny car. It was resting by some dusty curtains, hung in an awkward place along the wall. Part of you wanted to tell everyone to stay away from that spot. Who knew what was behind the curtains, waiting to jump out and attack you or your friends.

“This place really is so creepy.” Jaeboem said, doodling in some dust on top of boxes, “ no wonder this place has been abandoned and ignored for so long. I wouldn't want to be here either.”

“I don't think it really matters why this place was abandoned! We're trapped in here! We'd fin--”

Before Yugyeom could continue, the house shook, knocking you and Mark off your feet and into the painful embrace of the concrete basement floor. Youngjae clung to Jaeboem and Bambam and for a second your world went black, fully consumed by someone's angry screaming. The scream pierced your skull, sending fireworks of pain ricocheting throughout your brain.

You screamed back, begging for the voice to stop and the pain to stop.

Your lungs gave out before the scream stopped, but eventually it did, leaving you in the silence of your ringing ears. Slowly you got back up with Mark’s help and looked around at the others, everyone looked as shell shocked as you felt.

“Are you ok, Yugyeom-ssi?” You asked, looking over at the poor man who looked like he was about to cry again.

He shook his head and took a deep breath, not saying more. You wanted to sit with him and help calm him down but as you looked around, you knew that the others here needed your help too. Luckily, it seemed that Jackson caught onto what you were thinking as walked over to Yugyeom and started quietly coaching him through stuff.

If it wasn’t clear already, you needed to leave.

ASAP.

As Jackson and Yugyeom talked quietly, you started to look around boxes and crevices to see if there was any hidden door. It was a small space though and you struggled to see anything that may look like a way out.

“I feel like the cat didn’t help.” Yuongjae said with a sigh, shaking his head when you stopped looking around.

Jaeboem nodded, sitting down dejectly on a pile of dusty books.

“Should we try to get back out from the first floor?” Bambam asked, to which Jinyoung nodded. You listened with baited breath and festering worry as the steps creaked under Jinyoung’s weight, screaming as he walked up. The door jiggled. It didn’t open.

*CREEEAAAAAK*

The steps seemed to creak louder than before as he came down, your nerves growing with each creak they made.

Your adrenaline spiked as Jinyoung screamed, wood splintering as he crashed to the ground behind the stairs with a heavy *THUD*.

Bambam and you rushed over (well you limped over), Youngjae and Jaeboem following behind slightly slower. They helped sit Jinyoung up, as you looked him over, trying to see if there were any obvious injuries you could help him with.

“Are you ok, Oppa? Does anything hurt?” You asked as you checked his body.

Jinyoung hummed, closing his eyes as he moved different body parts around, “I think I landed on my shoulder? It hurts like hell.”

“Can you lift your arm up some?” Youngjae asked.

Jinyoung could barely lift his arm to be parallel with his shoulder, his arm shaking as he tried. You winced as you watched him struggle, eventually lowering his arm for him gently.

“I think I am going to need a doctor.” He sighed, getting up slowly, “For now though, let’s try to get out.”

Bambam nodded and opened his mouth to say something.

“G-Guys!” Jackson was yelling, an anxious nerve running through his voice, “The cat is back.”

You all quickly rushed to where they were, the cat sure enough back, purring in Yugyeom’s lap as he hesitantly scratched behind its ears.

“Do you think it’s likely that the cat rolled in poison ivy recently?” Yugyeom asked, looking up at the others.

Jaeboem nodded.

“I mean… it seems to live outside so probably… but also I pet it earlier tonight and I am fine so… we’ll see.”

The cat looked around everyone in the room lazily before finally looking up at you and blinking slowly. It was telling you that everything would be ok and a large part of you wanted to believe it. A rattling purr left the cat as it slowly got up and stretched like it had all the time in the world. After licking one of its paws quickly, it slowly sauntered away and curled around the curtains, not to be seen again.

“Oh?” Bambam said, quickly walking to the curtain and yanking it back, washing everyone in a cloud of dust.

Once the dust finally settled, you were faced with a small, dark staircase. This was hopefully your out and you found yourself breathing a sigh of relief as you looked up and saw the glimpse of a door.

“Thank fuck.” Youngjae said but he didn’t move as if he was waiting for one of us to take the first move, for one of us to take the first step.

Given with how rickity the stairs looked and Jinyoung falling down the stairs earlier, it made sense that he was nervous. You felt nervous too, your body fighting itself to bolt up the stairs and not risk more injury in a tough internal war. It seemed like everyone was as nervous to make the first move and in that moment, it felt like the ability to escape completely left you all, only leaving a gaping ocean of stress and worry.

Looking around slowly, you made eye contact with your older brother, a conflict of his own going on in his eyes as he took a deep breath in, “Time to leave. I have a party to shut down and a hospital to take you all to.”

A chuckle left you as he climbed up the rickety stairs and threw the doors open, a crisp breeze and stars greeting you. All your humor and relief left you as an icy bucket of fear washed over you.

Someone wasn’t happy.

BANG!

A door was being slammed repeatedly, angrily as the house started shaking again. Someone… something was throwing a fit at you all being by the stairs and trying to leave. You felt paralized by fear that strangled you, your mind going fuzzy as your ears started screaming with fuzz and ringing.

BANG!

Somehow, the doors slamming sounded closser now, as if someone was rushing to the basement, ready to cause havoc and damage.

“Get noona!” Bambam shouted, rushing to you with Youngjae.

The two of them picked you up, struggling up the stairs. The banging doors felt like they were getting closer to you even when you were set down on the dead leaves outside. The doors were slamming closer to you, your eardrums shaking with each sound.

Mark slammed the cellar doors shut behind him angrily.

*chirp*

Through the aching of your ears, you started to hear regular nature sounds mingling with the heavy breathing of your friends. The cat was snuggling up against you, its warmth heating you up. People were walking around. Someone was talking. You didn’t have energy to figure anything out yet.

Instead, you curled up around the cat, struggling to hold in your tears.

You were out.

Relief washed over you as your tears spilled down your cheeks and nose and onto the ground.

They let you cry for some time, waiting patiently for you to slowly stand up and look around. Youngjae and Jaeboem were snuggling together on the ground, clutching each other comfortingly. Bambam was leaning against Jinyoung, holding onto him and taking slow breaths. Jackson and Mark were talking quietly. Yugyeom was looking at you.

“How are you feeling, Y/n-ssi?” He quietly asked, scooting over.

“Better? I think.”

“That’s good. Do you want help getting up?”

You shook your head, slowly getting up in spite of your body screaming at you. Slowly, everyone walked back to the main house, you lagging a little behind to watch everyone talk. A smile made its way on your face as you watched Youngjae and Jaeboem chatting away, leaning against each other in a flirting manner. He’d done it. He’d managed to get together with his crush.

Without your help.

He managed it all.

They looked like a good friend group.

They were a good group of people.

You were proud of Jackson for finding such wonderful people. Mom and Dad were always worried about him never finding close friends but he’d found his people.

Sighing, you looked back in the direction of the house and saw something that made your blood freeze. Someone was in a window on the upper floor.

Waving bye at you.

“Noona! You coming?” Bambam asked, making you jump.

“She better! Don’t want Y/n-ah to get lost again.” Jinyoung said with a laugh.

You shook your head, “Coming!”

Bambam wrapped you in a quick hug, leaving his arm draped around you when you joined them again. Together you all walked back to the house which was shockingly empty of people already. You breathed a sigh of relief as you left the group to go to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. It hurt to move your neck back to finish the drink but it soothed your sore throat enough that you paid no mind.

That would be tomorrow’s problem.

“We will go to the hospital in 10 or so minutes, ok?” Jackson asked as he entered the kitchen space.

You nodded and turned around to refill your glass. If you avoided Jackson’s worried gaze while doing so, you were thankful. Jackson didn’t leave though. He waited patiently as you guzzled two glasses of water before sighing and shaking his head.

“I was never disappointed in you.” He said, shattering the silence.

You froze, not wanting to look at him as you gathered up the energy to respond, “Oh? I always thought you were.”

“I always thought that you didn’t like me so I gave you distance. You are honestly so amazing, working a job and going to school. It is so impressive.”

You laughed bitterly and tried to hide the anxiety pooling in your gut, “I dropped out of school so I don’t know how amazing I am.”

When silence settled over you two again for a minute, you risked a glance at Jackson, hoping not to see disappointment. His brows were raised in surprise but he didn’t look disappointed.

“How come?”

“It was bad for my mental health… I had to.” You mumbled, not wanting to think much about those hellish years where you were academia’s bitch.

“Do you want to return to school?”

“No. I don’t know what I want to do… but I don’t want anything to do with academia.”

“That’s understandable. College is so stressful. What are you doing now?” He asked and you were thankful that he looked genuinely interested in what you were doing now.

“Bartending.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Somewhat. I want to do something else long term but it isn’t a bad job. It pays the bills and my coworkers are good.”

“I am glad it’s a good job. I am proud of you for taking care of yourself.”

What?

Your head snapped up to look at him, pain shooting through you at the sudden action. He… he was proud of you?

Tears welled in your eyes. No one in your family ever seemed proud of you… nothing ever seemed to be enough for them.

“R-really?”

“Really,” He took a deep breath in as he prepared for his next words, “I’ve not said it before, but I love you.”

You felt like you could cry as you pulled him into a hug, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest, “I love you too, Oppa… But please don’t tell mom and dad yet.”

“I won’t.” Jackson said with a laugh.

The two of you barely talked as you finished your final glass of water, sparing a few words as you left the kitchen. You looked around at everyone else, wispering and resting their eyes. They were close.

You cleared your throat awkwardly to get people’s attention, “I am ready whenever you all are.”

Some of them nodded silently before getting up and helping others up. Quietly, everyone filed into Jackson and Jinyoung’s cars. The trip to the hospital was painfully quiet and when you all got into the hospital, it felt like everyone dispersed as they slowly took everyone back for treatment.

You don’t know how long you were there for or when others left but when you were finally released, no one was there to help you. With some broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and a bad concussion, you found a taxi and went home. The faint sounds of the bar below acted as a soothing white noise for you as you crawled into bed and crashed.

Alone.

Somehow you managed to get a whole two weeks off of work to recover from your concussion. You were thankful for the time for a break and thankful for the near constant noise from the bar under you. Every time there was silence you felt unnerved, as if something or someone was going to start attacking you again. The silence made you feel scared in a way that it never had before.

The bar noise became a comfort you didn’t realize you needed. It was the only constant for you during those two weeks. No one visited you.

Youngjae was busy with work and going on dates with Jaebeom (it was understandable but you still wished he came to visit you some). Your few other friends were busy with their lives as well. Somehow managed to text you every once in a while (unlike Youngjae) but it was still a fleeting moment of communication and you craved more.

Returning back to work and starting physical therapy was a welcome reprieve from your small apartment. The hustle and bustle of people filled something in you that you didn’t realize you were missing. It gave you human interaction and you enjoyed it so much.

All the human interaction made you yearn for the seven people you’d survived such a traumatic event with. Maybe you could text Jackson, Jinyoung, or Youngjae and plan a get together. They’d seemed to want to get closer to you after that event… even though no one messaged or called you.

You sighed and shook your head, looking back at the bar you were tending to. Only thirty more minutes before you got off. Then you could go home and watch something. Your shift ended uneventfully. You found yourself leaving the bar and making the short trip home with the slowness of someone who has nothing to return home to.

A light was on.

Why was there a light on in the apartment?

The light stole your breath. You found yourself transported back to the abandoned house, screams shaking your eardrums as you stood frozen.

Someone was moving.

People were moving.

People were talking.

“Y/n-ah, are you ok?”

Jinyoung.

You looked up at him, at Youngjae and Jackson who were also standing near you, looking at you worriedly. At Bambam, Mark, Jaebeom Yugyeom, who were holding balloons behind you.

You were in your apartment. Not the abandoned house.

The soft sounds from the bar grounded you as you slowly looked around.

You were safe.

You were ok.

“I-I… I’m ok. I think. Yeah. I’m surprised.” You spoke slowly as you looked around the apartment and took in a deep breath. The soft pain from your ribs moved with your lungs and somehow gave you a bit of comfort.

You were recovering.

You were safe.

“Well, yeah!” Youngjae laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, “That was the point! Surprise!”

“We wanted to have a small party together. A good party this time.” Jinyoung said, “Would you want anything to drink?”

“Water please. And don’t expect me to make you drinks! You should’ve come to the bar if you wanted that.”

Bambam laughed, rushing to hug you, “Darn it! Here I was hoping that you could make something expensive and fancy for me.”

“I refuse.”

Slowly people settled into your living room, happy laughter and warm music filling the space. Youngjae was snuggling up to you as everyone talked. Jinyoung was laughing and telling a story about something him and Bambam did together. Jackson refilled food and drinks every once in a while. Jaeboem was watching everything happen without speaking, holding Youngjae’s hand. Mark was bundled in all the spare blankets, laughing at everything happening. Yugyeom was adding in sarcastic remarks.

They were making plans for stuff with you.

You were telling stories.

The night was flying by quickly.

It felt like you fit in for once.

You weren’t an outsider anymore.

Everyone felt like a family. A home.

And as night became day, you started to understand the truth.

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write-it-good-imagines · 5 years ago

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Hi! can i request an angst imagine with Jaebum? with prompts 1 and 2 please! 💕

Hello dear and I am so sorry for the long time this took to be finished! I am really happy these days and I had to look for the angst into the depth of my core haha~ I really hope you like it and I apologize if it is not quite what you expected

Prompts: “I can’t do anything right” , “Please don’t cry”

It was the fifth time Jaebum checked his watch in thirty minutes. His eyes darted to the elevators of your working place whenever they’d part open in hopes of spotting you, yet as people were happily walking out, relieved another impossible day was over, Jaebum didn’t recognize his lover among them. He knew how stressed you had been the past few days with all the workload piling up, so he thought he would surprise you with a bouquet of beautiful flowers and a reservation to your favorite restaurant.

Jaebum knew you had a well-organized schedule and that you were undoubtedly a very punctual individual; it was one of the many things he adored about you. However, he was getting worried something might have happened to you at that time. Jaebum made his way to the information desk and cleared his throat, successfully capturing the assistant’s attention.

“What can I help you with, sir?”

“My name is Im Jaebum and I am Y/n L/n’s boyfriend. I have been waiting for quite some time… could she have left earlier?”

“One moment, please.”

Jaebum shifted his weight from one leg to another. The assistant smiled politely at him after she had noticed the flowers held ever so carefully.

“It appears Miss L/n is still anchored in her office. I am very happy to see romance has not died just yet.”

Jaebum dipped his head in a bow, sketching a bashful smile. “Ah, yes, thank you. Then I shall go.”

Jaebum checked the bouquet one more time to reassure himself it was just as perfect as he’d bought it and felt a comfortable sense joy. The assistant’s little compliment certainly lifted his spirits and thought he would never allow romance to die between the two of you so long as you two were together. The journey to your office was a rapid one and he fixed the collar of his shirt before extending his hand to knock on your door.

A loud sound of things clattering came from behind the wooden door of your office, followed by complete silence. Jaebum waited for a couple of seconds before rushing in and his eyes widened at the mess he had just walked into. Various dossiers scattered on the floor, papers crumpled up and thrown all over the room and a couple of pencils lying around. In the middle of it all, there was you, sitting helplessly in your chair, your hands at either side of your head and your fingers rubbing at your temples. Your eyes were fixated on a scribbled project whose fate had yet to be decided.

You heard the door opening and you took a couple of shaky breaths before speaking in a low voice.

“What the hell do you want more?”

The person stood silent and you forced your head up to face them, your face contorted in anger from a previous eventful encounter. Your lips parted slightly at the sight of your boyfriend Jaebum standing in the doorframe with a dazzling bouquet of flowers in his hands. You couldn’t bear to face the way his soft eyes watched you and the sadness imprinted on his features at the miserable state you found yourself in. You turned with your chair, your hands running through your hair.

Jaebum made his way slowly through the scattered papers and placed the flowers on your desk. He knelt down in front of you and placed his hands on either side of your chair. He was right to suspect something might have happened but he was sad to see it was a serious matter.

“Talk to me.”

You shook your head in defeat and leaned back in your chair, your eyes fixated at the ceiling. Jaebum moved his hands on your knees and shifted his position so he could look at your face.

“Come on, beautiful. Talk to me. This is definitely not nothing.”

You sighed and pursed your lips. “I can’t do anything right.”

Jaebum’s silence was an indicator he was waiting patiently for you to express yourself at your own pace. The warmth of his hands enveloping your knees was making it hard for you to lower your eyes to him, knowing all too well tears were already a tough opponent to hold back.

“I fucked up an entire project. I worked so hard to…to create those blueprints for the hospital and I simply failed to integrate the risk of natural disasters in the charts and…”

You bit your lower lip to muffle a whimper, your breathing uneven. Jaebum rose to wrap his arms around you, one of his hands caressing your hair and the other nested at the small of your back. You closed your eyes and felt a tear rolling down your cheek. “The boss yelled at me for endangering the partnership and that new bastard started acting cocky with me, I just—“

You buried your head in the crook of Jaebum’s neck, your hands clinging to his shirt as silent sobs evaded your mouth. Jaebum pulled you into him, his fingers curling into your hair. “Please don’t cry. We can make this work, hmm?”

“I disappointed everyone! How will I have this repaired by the end of the week?” The tone of your voice was weak and you struggled to form coherent words as your tears kept on flowing out of your eyes. “I don’t deserve to be here.”

“Hey, hey.” Jaebum pulled back to cusp your face with his hands, his thumbs gently wiping the tears away. “If there’s anyone who deserves to be here, it’s you, Y/n. No one I know works harder than you. Not even me.”

You shook your head, looking at your lap. “That’s not true. I am a disgrace.”

Jaebum leaned in, making you look at him. He knew how much that project meant to you and how much blood, sweat and tears you put into it. Jaebum would sit with you through everything, crying, wailing, taking a rest, almost everything. One thing he would not accept was you blaming yourself for being human or exiling yourself from him.

“Do you trust me?”

You nodded your head; Jaebum wasn’t satisfied. “Do you trust me, baby?”

You struggled to control your sobbing. “I do.”

“Then trust me when I say no one is more entitled than you are for this project. We won’t let a setback in our plans define the entire process and outcome. I’ll even fight the cocky bastard who put these stupid ideas in your beautiful mind.”

You lifted your head to look Jaebum in the eyes; they were curled into lovely crescent from the tender smile he wore on his face.

“What if I cannot do it?”

“You can. I will be with you every step of the way.”

You felt an overwhelming wave of tears pooling in your eyes and you crashed into his chest, seeking the warmth his body emanated. Jaebum caught you steadily and held you close as you cried, comforting you with his entire being.

#got7 #got7 imagine #got7 imagines #got7 angst #got7 im jaebum #got7 jaebum #jaebum x reader #got7 jaebum angst #or well #trying to be angsty #ughhhhh #thinking i used to be an angst queen #author rambles

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thenamesseven · 5 years ago

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Warnings: A little bit violence

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: Hey! Another Our Secret chapter, finally! I’m afraid to tell you all that the next one will be the last chapter of the story! Yup, Our Secret is coming to an end! Better enjoy this then c:

At first, Jinyoung thought it would be better and way more discreet to wait for the ambulance where you had passed out instead of picking you up and carrying you around. He didn't know where you were injured and one of the things he remembered from his first aid course, he once attended in school, is to not move somebody unconscious when you do not know which parts of their body are injured. However, when time kept passing painfully slow and you didn't open your eyes and his patience ran short, Jinyoung crouched down and as carefully as he could picked you up, holding your body against his.

He was desperate and scared. You were out, the only movement you were making was to breathe and, even when that as a good sign, Jinyoung wished you weren’t in the state you were. What if the injuries were too serious? What if you had hit your head too hard and the damage that had been done was irreparable? His plan wasn't supposed to go this way and Jinyoung felt as if he had royally fucked up. Jaebum, specifically, was the one supposed to get the worse part, he had never thought it would backfired to the point you would need to be taken to the hospital. What has he done?

"We're going to take you to the hospital" He whispered gently, bringing you up against his chest as he buried your face into his neck to cover you as much as he could.

Now that he planned to carry you around he knew it wouldn’t be too long until somebody noticed him and the limp body he was carrying. Pictures will be taken and he didn’t want your injured face to be plastered everywhere, in magazines, newspapers and every social media he knew.

Like he predicted, the chaos started as soon as he walked out of the alleway with you in his arms. He saw how it all began when a girl, a teenager that was walking around with her group of friends, recognised him. Even when Jinyoung gestured her to keep quiet, the girl told her friends besides her and in a few seconds there was a bunch of people running towards you and him.

"Don't take pictures please" He begged, holding you against him, ignoring all the questions that were being thrown at him. Jinyoung kept one of his arms around your body but used his other hand to keep your face against his neck “Please, don’t”

Is she the famous girl? What happened to her? Why were you with her in the alleyway? Are you also involved in the poly relationship?

Jinyoung was ready to ignore everything that was being said and look for the ambulance instead when he heard a comment that he knew he needed to reply to.

"She got what she deserves, that's how sluts learn their lessons"

He immediately stopped walking, fear turning into rage, running through his veins. He might consider you the person who stole the love of his life from his hands, Jinyoung might even hate you a little but deep down, he knew you were a really good person, you made Jaebum happy and nobody, not even you, deserved to be talked about like that after what you went through.

The person who spoke immediately knew she shouldn't have said that when Jinyoung looked straight at her, right into her eyes. Everyone knew the good side of him, everyone had seen videos of him getting mad at the members but nobody, not even the members themselves, had seen how Jinyoung was when he felt extremely angry.

"What do you know about her?" He asked, holding you even tighter against him. Guiltiness was eating him away, he acted like a kid and the wrong person had paid the consequences of his tantrum. "This girl, right here, is just a victim of stupid rumours and psychotic fans" Jinyoung scoffed, he knew some people were recording him but he couldn't care less at this point to be honest. He would deal later with the boss when you were safe and sound, being checked by doctors and nurses "She's just Jackson's childhood friend for god sake! Do you think we have time for relationships and dramas? Do YOU think we would go out with somebody knowing what some fans could do to them?" The girl looked at him stunned, completely speechless as Jinyoung stared at her. "Whoever did this to her...Whoever talked about her bad without knowing her first doesn't even deserve to be a fan of us"

Jinyoung opened his mouth to say something else when he heard the ambulance approaching. He glanced one more time at the fan, the one who had been frowning and biting her lower lip o not start crying, and without saying anything else, he turned around and started walking away, willing to get you to the hospital as soon as possible.

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By the time Jackson and Jaebum came back from talking with their boss, the boys were all sitting there, waiting for them with grim expressions. Jinyoung had called Mark on his way to the hospital, updating the guys in everything that happened, needless to say that it became obvious he had been the one who sent the anonymous message that unveiled this whole chaos. Everybody was nervous, tense since it was clear Jackson and Jaebum wouldn't respond to nicely to what they were about to explain.

"Where's Jinyoung" Jackson asked with a really serious expression as soon as he walked into the room. He was incredibly mad and he wanted to have a talk with Jinyoung. Unfortunately, when he scanned the room his band mate was nowhere to be seen. "Smart, ran away"

"Huh…" Youngjae was the first one to broke the silence, glancing at Jaebum with a concerned expression. "I think you guys should sit down"

Jackson punched the table loud enough to make all of the guys jolt half surprised, half scared "Don't tell me to fucking sit down when I was almost fired thanks to fucking Jinyoung" He gritted, jaw tense "I'm dragging him down with me if we end up being kicked out so he better starts packing his luggage too"

"You're fired?" Bambam asked, eyes wide opened as he stared at them

Jaebum pulled a chair closer to Jackson, waiting for him to sit and calm down a little before they told them whatever they seemed to be holding back. "Not yet but the company is obviously going to investigate if we're really romantically involved with the other" Jaebum explained sitting down on a chair besides the one that was supposed to be for Jackson "If they find anything apart from the message Jinyoung sent, we're fired for sure"

"But you guys were careful right?" Yugyeom asked quietly, worried for his friends. What would they do without Jackson? Without their hard working leader Jaebum? The group would surely end up dissolving if those two were kicked out of it. "I mean, do you think somebody has something that could….Get you in trouble?"

"You should ask Jinyoung since he seems pretty keen on kicking us out" Jackson said in a sarcastic tone, finally sitting down besides Jaebum when he patted the empty seat once again.

"Calm down Jackson, please" Jaebum said softly, reaching up to place his hand on Jackson's shoulder and squeeze it gently "The more agitated you become the more possibilities there are to fuck this up, we need to be calm and look relaxed if we don't want our asses to be fired"

"Whatever Jaebum" Jackson mumbled, shaking his head as he rubbed his face frustrated "The rumour keeps spreading, Park Jinyoung is probably asking every single human on Earth about our supposed poly relationship, (Y/N) is missing and Jinyoung isn't even here to-"

"Jinyoung is with (Y/N)" Matt blurted out, thinking the sooner they spilled the beans the better it would for everybody.

However when both males turned their heads to stare at him as if he had three eyes, Mark couldn’t help but gulp loudly knowing they were waiting for a detailed explanation as to why Jinyoung was with you when he was supposedly against the three of you.

“I swear to God if that fucker hurts her more than he already did I’m breaking his face” Jaebum sighed at Jackson’s comment, clearly upset about this whole situation.

“Jackson” Jaebum spoke out, getting the other male’s attention instantly “Get out of the room”

Jackson froze on his place, not believing what he was hearing. He stared at Jaebum, a hurt and confused expression on his face “What? But they-”

“I’m not talking as a friend, I’m talking as the leader of the group and I want you out right now, please” Jaebum asked nicely once again, looking away from him to let him know he wasn’t changing his mind about his decision.

“She’s my girlfriend too, I have a right to know where the fuck she is, don’t you fucking think Jaebum?”

The boys were absolutely frozen when Jaebum stood up to face Jackson. The latter was way taller than him and if a fight was about to be started, the guys feared for Jaebum’s health. Little did they know Jaebum could handle Jackson pretty well and he wasn’t the tiny bit scared about him, his boyfriend was most of the time all bark but not bite.

“I’m telling you to get the fuck out of the room Jackson” Jaebum snapped, raising his voice a little to let the other male know he wasn’t playing around “They’re obviously not going to talk if you are here making them nervous, so get out and give us a moment” The leader instructed pointing towards the door “I’ll update you as soon as I talk with them”

Jackson glared at Jaebum one last time, taking deep breaths as he opened and closed his hands pretty quickly to try and relax before turning around a leaving, shaking his head as he opened the door and closed it behind him.

The room was left in a cold yet tense silence, everyone was stunned at how an angry Jackson had easily obedient a calm Jaebum, the guys had never seen him mad but Jackson had and he never ever wanted to make Jaebum angry once again. Besides, the sooner the guys talked with him, the sooner they would be able to get out of the building and head towards wherever you were.

Jaebum waited a few seconds before he turned around to face the guys with a sigh, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he sat back down onto his chair. “So...Care to tell me what is going on?” He asked in a low tone, it was obvious that he felt exhausted and some of the guys felt slightly bad about him. However, some just were worried about what would happen if JYP ended up firing you. They were truly in trouble if that happened.

“Uh..” Yugyeom glanced up at Jaebum, hands rubbing his thighs nervously as he glanced at the rest of his friends, somebody needed to tell him but nobody wanted to break the awful news to him.

“Some fans reacted in a really, really wrong way to the article that was posted about you three” Youngjae decided to tell Jaebum, they were really good friends and it kind of felt right for him to do it “Apparently (Y/N) was going to spend the night in a motel or something like that, I don’t know what Jinyoung said, he was too nervous to hear him properly”

“Is she okay?” Jaebum’s voice turned from serious and stern to scared and weak, he needed to know you were safe and sound and nothing had happened to you. The male knew how possesive some fans could be when it came to them and if some of them had encountered you then...Things couldn’t have gone well for sure. “Please tell me she is okay”

“Jaebum” Youngjae stood up, willing to support his friend right after he told him “Some of those fans saw (Y/N) and-”

“No” Jaebum shook his head refusing to listen to anything else he had to say. He felt like a failure, he felt horrible...He definitely should have listened to Jinyoung when he told him to push his girlfriend away, when he said he wouldn’t be able to protect her forever. Now that it had happened, that you had gotten injured because of who he was, Jaebum felt like the worst boyfriend ever.

“Jinyoung found her and called an ambulance, they’re probably in the hospital right now” Mark joined them, glancing at Jaebum concerned. He looked broken, not as calm and collected as he did look when he kicked Jackson out of the room.

“Which hospital?”

“They’re in-”

But Jackson was already running away, not even waiting for Jaebum.

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“Park Jinyoung?”

The soft voice of the nurse made Jinyoung move his eyes away from the hateful comments he was reading in Twitter up to her. The female’s cheeks blushed as soon as his eyes landed on her face, he was probably a fan but Jinyoung couldn’t care less at this point. His only concern was your health, everything else had been left behind when he walked with you into that ambulance.

You had clinged onto his hand with the little strength you had left and opening your eyes you had seen the guilt and hatred Jinyoung felt at the moment. Even when all this mess was his fault, you had simply looked into his eyes with a small smile and whispered a quiet ‘it’s okay’, Jinyoung didn’t start crying right in that moment because he wanted to be strong for you, if you hadn’t been there, he would have cried like a little girl.

“Yeah” He said clearing his throat, standing up to approach the nurse.

“She’s stable” The female spoke with a small smile, happy to bring some good news to the stressed idol “There are a few injuries that will take time to heal but she will be fine” Jinyoung sighed, holding back the urge to hug the female in front of him “You can see her now, she is awake”

Inside the room, you laid down onto a comfortable bed. The mattress wasn’t as fluffy as the one you and the guys had back in your apartment but it wasn’t that uncomfortable. The sheets the nurse had carefully place on your body were warm and fluffy, enough to calm the little stress you had been feeling when you were brought back from the unconscious state you had been in, the doctor had explained every little injury those fans created and after insisting for a couple of minutes, he gave up in trying to convince you to sue those girls.

What they had done was totally unfair but you didn’t want to bring more problems to GOT7 and the company.

The silence in the room was broken by the sound of the door opening, you had been assigned into a room for yourself probably because of the famous idol that had accompanied you the whole time, you never liked using their power to get some privileges but you were slightly thankful for not having to stand a room mate that would ask questions you didn’t even want to think about.

“Hey” You were the first one to speak when Jinyoung eyes landed on you. Your mind was confused about him, there was something that must have pushed him to do what he did. Jinyoung wasn’t a bad person by nature, you knew this, you knew him and he didn’t start hating you until the secret of your relationship with Jackson and Jaebum was leaked.

“Hey” Jinyoung said back, closing the door and taking a seat besides your bed. He looked tired, stressed, broken...Jinyoung looked devastated.

“Thank-”

“Don’t” His voice broke as his eyes looked away from yours “Don’t thank me” He added shaking his head, staring down at his hands. “Look at what happened, all because I was a selfish bastard” Jinyoung whispered, covering his face with both of his hands as he released another deep sigh.

“You’re not a selfish bastard Jinyoung” You shook your head, glancing at him before moving your eyes back down to the sheets covering your wounded body. “You just did what you thought it was best for the group”

“I wasn’t thinking about the group (Y/N), I was thinking about me” He confessed, making you frown deeply

“What do you mean?”

“The truth is” Jinyoung sighed again, lifting his head up to look at you “When I tried to convince you or the guys to break that relationship, it wasn’t because of the group itself, it was because I have feelings for Jaebum and I have had them since a really really long time ago”

Jackson froze outside of the room, hand in the knob as he was surprised by Jinyoung’s words. His first intention had been to break into the room, slam Jinyoung down into the floor and run to you. Spoil you with all his love and attention, kiss your pain away and caress all those tears that you had probably cried during that awful moment those fans made you go through.

But Jinyoung’s confession caught him off guard and everything he had planned was left forgotten.

“Y-You....Do?” You asked hesitant, watching the small smile that appeared on his face

“I do” He confirmed, for a second you felt guilty. You kind of understood now why he hated you so much, you were the reason Jaebum had forgotten about him to only focus on you and Jackson. You were the person that stole the love of his life from his hands. “I used to have a crush on him when we were trainees” Jinyoung started, looking at you with sad eyes “We even went out on a few dates...But something happened, Jaebum probably got scared of what dating me, another male meant and broke whatever we had off” He simply said, a small shrug shaking his body “That’s why when I found out that not only was he dating Jackson, he was also dating another person, a girl was quite…”

“Frustrating” You finished his sentence off for him

“I don’t even know how I felt, I just wanted you to get out of our lives, I wanted Jaebum to suffer and I knew making you go away was the best punishment I could give him” A quiet sob escaped his lips and your heart broke, you had never hated Jinyoung, not even when he strongly disapproved your relationship and now that you were hearing his side of the story, you could only feel bad for him, for what you had done.

“I...Jinyoung, why didn’t you tell us anything? We could have talked this out, solve this like adults”

“I was so blinded by hate...Fuck (Y/N), I hated the three of you so much...But when I saw you in that alleway, unconscious and wounded I felt like the worst human on Earth” He shook his head again, using his hands to brush his tears away “I shouldn’t have done what I did, you ended up in the hospital, the group is broken and Jackson is probably on his way to kill me...They don’t even know if they’re going to be fired yet”

“What?” You opened your eyes wide, staring at him “What happened to them?” Before you could say something else the door opened again, you didn’t have time to process what was going on since everything happened incredibly fast.

Jaebum walked straight into the room, not even sparing you a glance as he walked towards Jinyoung. Jackson walked behind him, begging and telling your boyfriend to calm down as he grabbed Jinyoung by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up from it. You’ve never seen Jaebum so mad and the sight of it was simply terrifying.

“Jaebum” You muttered but he wasn’t listening to you, he was too focused on Jinyoung and on all the things he wanted to do to his bandmate “Jackson, separate them” Jackson glance at you but you saw in his eyes that Jaebum had probably warned him to not get in his way.

“I gave you multiple chances to fuck off Jinyoung, to leave us fucking alone” He whispered, pushing Jinyoung against the wall harshly. Thank God the door was closed because if it wasn’t the rumours about you would only get worse.

“Jaebum” Jinyoung’s lower lip started to shake, this was what he had feared the most. Not Jackson’s hatred or your hatred but Jaebum’s “Jaebum please hear me out”

“I don’t care if you ruin mine...But look at what happened to her because of you, look what you did to her!” His voice echoed in the room, anger running through his veins as he felt more and more violent the longer he looked at Jinyoung.

“Jaebum!” You shouted, making everybody freeze. Jaebum’s eyes moved away from the other male to you, looking like a child who had been caught doing something he shouldn’t “Let Jinyoung go and sit down, we all need to have a talk”

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got7imaginations · 6 years ago

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I Wish Part 3

Summary: You are dealing with the after math of your break up with Jaebum, and it’s not what you expected. You find yourself at Bambam’s birthday party and have to deal with seeing people again for the first time since the breakup.

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4

I stand in front of Bambam’s front door, listening to the sounds of the party going on inside. The only thing that prevents me from running back home is the fact that I cherish Bambam and it’s his birthday. But I don’t want to be here. Jaebum never responded to my text about whether he was coming to Bambam’s party or not. Typical. Why did he even bother messaging me if he wasn’t planning on messaging me back? I feel so frustrated, angry, betrayed, and hurt all at the same time. I’m not sure if Jaebum is trying to mess with me as some kind of twisted revenge, but it bothers me. I cared about him. I still care about him, and yet he can’t even give me the simplest curtesy of responding to a text message. Right now I hate him for having so much power over me, and I’m afraid I’ll run into him at the party. I have no choice though.

My hand is knocking at the door before I change my mind. I wait a moment, but there’s no response. My guess is no one can hear me over the booming music. I reach for the door handle, and the door swings right open. Instantly, I feel like I’m in a night club. The music is blaring, the regular lights are turned off and replaced with multi-colored flashing ones, and there are so many people that I’m not sure how to maneuver through everyone. I wiggle my way across the dance floor, trying to find someone who I recognize. I had no idea Bambam had this many friends, but I wasn’t surprised either. He is a very social person.

Finally a friendly face comes into view. I see Jackson chowing down by the snack table and instantly move towards him. The crowd lessens the closer I get. I guess more people care about dancing than food.

“Jackson!” I call out, relieved to have someone to get me out of my head.

Jackson turns, mouth full of chips. His face lights up and he quickly swallows the food in his mouth. “Hey! I’m so happy to see you!” He wraps me in a hug a holds me a little too tightly. Something tells me he’s been worried about you. He finally releases me, allowing me to breathe again. “I wasn’t sure if you would make it to be honest.” Jackson’s tone changed and he looked at the floor. “How are you doing?”

That question was one of the many reasons I debated about not coming to the party. I knew people would just be worried about me and want to talk about the break up, but that’s the last thing I want to do. “I’m fine.” I put on my best smile, but it feels fake even to me. “I had to come wish Bambam a happy birthday, and I really wanted the distraction.” I hope Jackson gets the hint and changes the subject.

Jackson smiles, but it doesn’t hide his worry. “Well I’m glad you were able to make it. Chip?” He holds the bowl out to me.

I shake my head. “Not hungry.” In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I was hungry. “Where’s Bambam? I want to say hi. I’m not sure how long I’ll stick around.”

Jackson frowns a little. “I think I saw him in the kitchen last, hitting on some chick.”

“Thanks. It was good seeing you, Jackson. I’ll try to find you before I leave.” I give Jackson another hug, but this time I don’t mind how long it lasts. It felt good to be in someone’s arms again, even a friend’s.

I wave to Jackson as I leave. Pushing through the crowd again, I slowly make my way towards the kitchen. I make it inside, and I’m relieved for the muffled sounds and normal lights. The kitchen is definitely not the main party area, but it’s more my style. I look around, and it’s empty, except for someone sticking their head in the fridge. It’s not Bambam though. His legs aren’t skinny enough to be Bambam’s.

The man pulls his head out of the fridge, and I instantly recognize him. “Jinyoungie!”

Jinyoung looks confused for a moment, but then his face brightens. He sets down the drink in his hand and pulls me into a big hug, swinging me around. “I’m so happy to see you! I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”

“Me neither, honestly.” My eyes drop to the ground.

“Well, I’m glad you did. Do you want something to drink?” Jinyoung holds out the bottle he originally grabbed for himself.

I stare at it a moment. I’m not in a big drinking mood, but maybe it would help me have a little fun. “Sure.” I take the bottle from Jinyoung, and he grabs another one for himself.

“So how have you been?” He leaned against the counter.

I followed suit, feeling a little weak just standing on my own. “I’ve been better.” I look down into the glass bottle before taking a large gulp of it.

“You know if you need anything, I’m just a call or text away, right?” Jinyoung pulls his lips tight.

“I know.” Jinyoung is a friend I can always rely on, and I definitely knew that.

“Have you been sleeping?” I can feel him studying my face, but I avoid eye contact.

I debate about lying, but I’m sure my face would give me away. “Not really.” I take another long drink think back about my dreams. I feel my mood dropping and try to fix it by drinking the rest of my drink.

“Hey, slow down a little.” There’s concern in Jinyoung’s voice, but it’s different than Jackson’s. Jinyoung’s is layered with a sense of empathy.

I set the bottle on the counter. “I should probably get going. Do you know where Bambam is? I want to say hi to him before I go.”

“I think I saw him go outside.” Jinyoung gestured towards the back door. Then he added. “If you need a ride home, let me know. I don’t want you driving if you’re too tired.”

“I’ll be okay, but thank you.” I smile to reassure him, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work. “I’ll see you later.”

I set the bottle on the counter and move towards the back door. I want to leave before I run into danger. I open the door and peer into the darkness. I see two figures and figure that must be Bambam and the girl Jackson mentioned earlier. I move closer to get a better look, but then I freeze. I hear a laugh and recognize it too well. My heart starts racing, and suddenly I feel like I’m in a bad dream. I can see the figures clearly now, and Jaebum is hovering over a girl, tucking her hair behind her ear. He leans in closer, and I feel my chest tighten. I can’t breathe and everything hurts. A part of me wonders if this is what it feels like to have a heart attack?

My body senses the danger and knows there’s an urgency to get myself out of here. I run back into the house, practically hyperventilating. I have to get out of here. I have to run. I hear someone call my name, but it feels like it came from another world. I push through the crowd of people, getting to the front door much faster than I entered. I burst through the door, and tears burst from my eyes. I can’t see anything.

My foot catches something, and I crash to the ground. I can’t do this. I can’t breathe. I just can’t. How could he do this to me? We broke up a week ago, and he’s already moving on? Did I really mean that little to him? I hear my name called again, but I don’t care. I can’t breathe. My chest tightens even more. I feel horrible in every way, and I don’t know what to do. Jaebum, how can you do this to me? I loved you.

Part 4

#sorry it took me so long to write this #i’ve been moving and working on dreamcatcher cosplays for kcon #i hope it’s worth the wait!#got7 jaebum scenario #jaebum imagines #got7 jaebum #im jaebum scenarios #jaebum #jaebum angst scenarios #got7 jaebum angst #angst scenario #jaebum scenario #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 jinyoung scenarios #jinyoung imagines #jinyoung scenario #jackson scenario #got7 jackson scenarios

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kpoppwriter · 3 years ago

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Love Yourself

❧ Genre: hurt/comfort

❧ Words: 338

❧ Warnings: hating oneself, potential breakup

❧ Synopsis: He thought breaking up was the best option. You thought otherwise

❧ A/N: this one’s a little angsty I’m sorry

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“We should break up.”

4 words that absolutely crushed you. 4 words you never expected to hear. 4 words you definitely weren’t expecting to come out of Jaebeom’s mouth tonight.

“What?”

“We should break up,” he restated, “I think we need a break.”

“A break from what?”

“This relationship.”

“Why?” you looked over at him clearly confused, “Give me one good reason why we need a break.”

“I think you need some time to work on yourself.”

You stared at Jaebeom dumbfounded. What the hell did that mean? Yeah, you weren’t the best mentally but you didn’t think you were this bad off.

“You’ve got to be joking.”

He stared back at you, his face not cracking at all.

“This really doesn’t make sense to me. I’m not doing as bad as you’re making it seem!” you exclaimed, “Tell me, what is concerning you?”

"I just wish you would actually like yourself."

"It’s not that easy,” you scoffed, “I hate myself and that’s not something that can be fixed overnight.”

"Exactly. I think you need some time by yourself to work on actually loving yourself.

"You not understanding this,” you took a step towards him, "I hate myself but I love you. And loving you makes me forget about how much I hate myself!"

Both of you were silent. You honestly weren’t expecting those words to be coming out of your mouth and clearly neither did Jaebeom. You didn’t even know you were crying until you felt the tears dripping off your face. Your angry resolve melted away and you began sobbing. Jaebeom immediately came over and held you tight in his arms.

“Please- I..I don’t,” you hiccupped, “Please don’t leave.”

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I won’t go anywhere, okay?,” he gently rubbed your back, “We’ll get you some help together. How does that sound?”

You nodded, burying yourself further into his arms. He just held you closer to him without saying a single word. He was going to help you get better but he wasn’t going to leave you to do it alone.

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kpopwishes · 7 years ago

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Hybrid!Jaebum//Part 2

You and Jaebum where in the mall to shop for new clothes. Since the company took Yugyeom clothes, you had to buy more for Jaebum. The problem isn’t buying new clothes, but the fact is that Jaebum is a picky little bitch.

Every item he would try on, he found something wrong with it.

“Jaebum just please put this T-shirt on or else I’m just going to buy the overalls you don’t like.” You huff in annoyance and frustration.

“But Y/N, the T-shirt is too itchy and uncomfortable. Please no overalls, they make me look funny.” He pouted and stomped his feet. You had no time for his tantrums so you just searched for more clothes to shut him up.

It seemed like every item you picked up, he’d reject them.

“Jaebum if you don’t find some clothes you like, we will just leave this store and you’ll have to walk around naked.” You whisper-yell at him.

“I bet you’d like that.” He winked at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

He came back with a few clothes in his hand after a while of you waiting on your phone. You look at his choices and notice they are all underwear.

“Jaebum. Listen, honey. You need more than just underwear.” You put your hands in your face and sigh.

“But this is the only thing that is comfortable.” He whines and looks down at his choices.

“Ok, let’s do this. You can wear those in the house but I get to pick the clothes for what you do wear when you go outside.” You try to reason with him.

He hesitates for a moment but then agrees.

You end up buying 10 boxers briefs and a couple of t-shirts and a few shorts. The total was 50.24.

You were practically wincing when the money was being handed over. But you would see Jaebum’s smiling face and it made you feel a bit better. It was like taking care of a small child.

You ruffled his hair and he followed you out of the store in the mall. Right when you leave out of the entrance, the alarm goes off.

You stop in your tracks and look around panicked. Then the guard of the store steps in front of you and asked to see the receipt. You quickly give it to him and he scans everything you’ve bought.

He then proceeds to check your pockets while everyone in the store is staring. He then checks Jaebum’s pockets. He pulls of sunglasses, a wristwatch, a cell phone case, and some earrings.

You gasp at the items and tell the guard you didn’t know he had them.

You’ve been held in the mall for 6 hours. Jaebum keeps apologizing and saying he didn’t know that you couldn’t do that. You just ruffle his head and tell him it would be okay. You look over at him again and you notice he’s still sulking. No matter how much you try to reassure him, he still looks upset.

All of a sudden you hear footsteps and key jingling. You straighten your back and look at where the sound is coming from. The policeman unlocked the door and said, “You’re free to go.” You thank the man and grab Jaebum’s hand while you leave the small room.

When you get home, Jaebum is still sulking and his bottom lip is still trembling. You sigh at his pathetic frame and unlock the door to the house. “Come on Jaebummie!” You say in a baby voice. It always seems to make him excited. His eyes lit up and he came bouncing towards you. “Are you still mad at me Y/N?” He asked.

“I was mad before but I stopped being mad a long time ago.” You say as you squish his little cheeks. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes while giving you a big grin. You caressed his soft hair beneath your fingertips and gave him a kiss on his forehead. You could live with this...

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I’m sorry I haven’t been posting in a long time and requests are backed up. I just haven’t been in the mood to write and this has been in drafts for a long time >.<

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spacequokka · 3 years ago

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Beautiful Thing | 01

Pairing: Future Got7 x Reader Genre: Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU Rating: PG-13 Summary: The boys travel to America for the next part of their SeoulMate promotion as you deal with a typical night with your dad. Word Count: 3.0k Warnings: language, verbal/emotional abuse from a parent

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Trans-Atlantic flights were the worst. Just hundreds of miles of nothing but ocean. Beautiful during the day but a nightmare in the dark. Jackson could barely see the clouds underneath him. He checked his phone. Oh, great. There’s a thunderstorm watch. Usually, he didn’t mind turbulence. However, his normally boundless patience was wearing thin.

“Can I just say how stupid this is?” A voice broke the silence.

Jaebeom didn’t bother to look up from his book. “Jinyoung, you’ve already beaten that horse today. Drop it.”

“I’m just saying. It feels like I’m committing fraud.” Jinyoung slouched in his chair.

“Don’t be so negative, hyung.” BamBam patted Jinyoung’s shoulder and got shrugged off. Cranky Jinyoung wasn’t a happy Jinyoung. “Think of it this way. We’re helping the company build the soulmate database. It isn’t likely any of them will be our soulmates, but this increases their chances of finding the one.”

“Again, this is stupid. The concept of soulmates is overrated and just enables people to throw away perfectly good relationships in the name of some nonexistent person who couldn’t possibly ‘complete’ them.” Jinyoung glared up at him.

BamBam held his hands up in surrender, sitting back in his chair. “Okay, my bad.”

As Jinyoung sucked in a breath to continue his rant, Jaebeom groaned. “Great. You’ve triggered him. He’s never gonna shut up about this.”

“And why should I? Why does it make more sense for there to be some magical solution? Why can’t any person I fall in love with be my soulmate? We could grow together and be together for the rest of our lives. But this little device,” he shook his wrist at Jaebeom, “can negate years of a relationship in seconds? Bullshit.”

“First off, this is science, not magic. Besides, you’re not the kind of people they’re aiming to sell to,” Yugyeom spoke up. He didn’t bother to remove the sleeping mask. “Why would they want someone like you, all cynical and grumpy, buying their product when you don’t share one common belief? If you don’t believe in soulmates, then leave it. Let other people enjoy the fantasy of finding someone.”

“But they’re making me do this! It’s not like I can say no.” He looked around at each of them. “None of you had a problem with this. Now here we are.”

“It’s only for a few weeks. It’s nothing too different from our normal meet and greets.” Youngjae swiped through pictures of Coco on his phone, sending one to Mark, who smirked at it. “It’s an opportunity to get new fans and an excuse to spend more time with existing ones.” He shrugged a shoulder. “If I get to meet someone proven by science to be a part of me, all the better.”

“But what about their expectations?” Jinyoung countered as he turned in his seat to face Youngjae. “What if you connect with someone and they want to be in a relationship? You can’t date them. Hell, you can’t even be seen with them in public without all hell breaking loose. Just knowing you could put them in danger. Then you’d have to break it to them that you’re not available until your contract’s up. Will you give this up for a chance at ‘true love?’”

“You’re overthinking the hell out of this,” Mark shook his head. “To me, it’s no different from our normal promotions or tours. We show up, sing a few songs, touch hands, and go on to the next event. We deal with whatever comes when it’s time to. No sense of stressing out over something that may not even happen.”

While everyone else nodded in agreement and went back to their various activities, Jinyoung slouched in his seat again.

“Just let it go,” Jaebeom shook his head with a faint smile. “Get some sleep. We have another three hours before we land in America.”

“I’m just saying,” he groused. “It’s gonna be a hassle.”

“You never know. Maybe your soulmate’s real chill and is fine with letting things be.”

“And if you’re wrong? What if they want something I can’t give?”

“What if you’re wrong? What if you find something you want but can’t have?” Jaebeom raised his eyebrow in challenge. “Is this what it’s about?”

Jinyoung looked away, instead choosing to stare out the plane window. “Shut up.”

Jaebeom chuckled and went back to his laptop. “That’s what I thought.”

The cabin went silent again, and Jackson returned his attention to his window. Though he couldn’t see the water below him because of the clouds and the moon was absent, he could see the stars above. Millions of twinkling lights smeared across the inky darkness. Out of those millions of stars, a single one caught his attention. If asked, he couldn’t explain why. It just did. Maybe it was the shade, something closer to lavender. It certainly wasn’t the biggest and wasn’t attached to any constellations. Yet, a warmth bloomed in his chest. How weird was it to feel attached to something so far away, so foreign to him. Still, it was his star now.

If only he’d see it again.

You don’t ask for much. Just peace, food, and a bed to sleep in. To your dad, you might as well ask for a million bucks and a Tesla. It didn’t take much to set him off, and constantly walking on eggshells around him was exhausting.

But you did it anyway. For your mom and younger brother.

You parked your car in the driveway, taking care not to be too close to the faint line that divided it in half. You wouldn’t hear the end of it if you were even a millimeter over it. Dad wanted all the room he could get to half-ass park his stupid Blazer.

You dumped your trash leftover from your breakfast into the dumpster, ignoring how your feet screamed with each step to the curb and back. The evening rush hit harder than usual and left you stuck in the drive-thru window with a flimsy windbreaker that could barely handle air-conditioning, much less a chilly fall night. If you got sick, it’d be because of that. Here’s hoping your immune system was stronger than you believed.

Since the garage door was down, you had to go through the backyard to get to the patio door and get in the house through the kitchen. You preferred the garage because your bedroom door was right next to the entrance to the garage. You thought about texting your brother, Aubrey, and asking him to let you in, but it was late and you didn’t want to bother him.

As you closed the fence gate behind you, you spotted your parents in the kitchen. Mama was frowning with her hands on her hips. Whatever the topic was, it wasn’t good.

You tapped the patio glass before sliding it open. “Hello.” You greeted them both, sliding the door shut and locking it.

Your dad rounded on you. Judging by the look in his eye and the amount of air he sucked in before speaking, it was going to be one of those nights. “Why the hell are you coming in so late?”

Late? You glanced at the clock and realized you’d forgotten to tell them. “We got swamped, and I had to stay to help get the orders out.”

“And you couldn’t be bothered to send a text message?”

You glanced at Mama. She was rolling up her sleeves, glaring at him. “I didn’t have time to even take a lunch. And we’ve talked about this before. I can’t use my phone on the clock.”

“Don’t get smart with me,” he took a step toward you, but Mama jumped in between you two.

“Back off. I’ve told you she can’t stop what she’s doing when she’s up there to do whatever you want.”

“Jo, move outta the way. It wouldn’t have taken her a second to ask her boss to let her call or text us.” He turned to her and for a second, you were glad. You were fucking exhausted and really didn’t want to spend another minute on your feet. “Y’all act like I’m asking her to come home and ask for permission to stay out an extra hour!”

You hated when he included everyone in exaggerated general statements. Since they were focused on each other again, you figured it was okay to go to your room. You took maybe five steps before he called your name.

“_____! Don’t you walk away when I’m talking to you,” he pointed at you. Times like this kept you on edge, unable to take a breather. He looked like he wanted to put his hands on you. He usually didn’t, but you never knew when he felt froggy.

You stopped and waited for him to continue. “Yes?”

“It isn’t that hard for you to let us know when you’re coming home late from work. Your mama cooked dinner tonight, and we were supposed to sit down as a family and eat. Now everything’s cold. You ruined dinner being an inconsiderate little shit.”

You couldn’t keep the shock off your face. “Since when do we sit down and eat together?” You blinked a few times, then said, “We usually eat in our rooms.”

His eyes doubled in size and he crossed the living room in three quick strides to get in your face. “Who the fuck you think you talking to like that?”

Ugh. He wanted to fight. For whatever reason, he had been itching to fight with someone. Odd, given how willing Mama was to be a contender. You figured he realized she wasn’t going to be an easy target. You must have looked at tired as you felt because you now had the honor of being his verbal punching bag.

“I didn’t mean—”

He bumped into you with his chest, pushing you back a step. “Don’t forget you live under my roof. This is my house, _____.” He pointed at the front door. “If you can’t follow basic ass directions like stay in fucking contact, you can get the fuck out!”

If this were any other family and he were any other person, you’d say he’s fucking nuts. All this over coming home an hour late because of work? But this was your life. He was your dad and this, sadly enough, was tame compared to some of the arguments you dealt with when you were in high school. He used to accuse you of sleeping around and being a slut enough that, for a brief period of time, you did sleep around just to feel like you deserved his hatred and anger.

Right now, you just wanted to get out of your uniform, eat something, and crash. You had class in the morning and another late shift to cover for a friend. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

You hoped like hell he’d accept it and leave you alone. “Damn right you are. Sorriest little shit I’ve ever seen in my life.” He looked you up and down with disgust, as if you’d crawled right out of a pigpen. “Hurry up so we can sit down and eat.”

You turned and high-tailed it to your room, glimpsing the clock on the wall as you passed by. It was after ten o’clock. Had he stopped them from eating until you got home? No wonder Mama looked pissed. You shut the door behind you and quickly kicked off your shoes, flopping down on the bed. If even for a second, you were happy to be home and off your feet. You’d have to look into buying better shoes once you had enough money saved up. Between paying for gas and contributing to the bills, you weren’t left with much to play with.

You sat back up and headed towards the kitchen. It’d be better to wait until after you ate to shower so you could get straight in bed. Mama had set the table. You felt bad. You wished you’d remembered to let her know, at least. The food looked amazing and likely tasted just as good as it would have when it was done cooking. She was such a splendid cook that even the pickiest of eaters would be satisfied.

“I’m telling you, Jo. The boy’s got potential.” Dad came around the corner with Mama and Aubrey trailing behind him with pitiful looks on their faces.

“And I’m telling you, Jermond. If he doesn’t want to get into football, he doesn’t have to.” She took a seat on the side of you. You nearly cried out with relief when Aubrey, eyelids low from sleep, pointedly sat in the chair opposite of you, all but snatching it from Dad.

It made you feel even worse. You glanced at your dad and he was staring at you, no doubt relishing in your reaction to everything. If you never thought he was sadistic before, this confirmed it. He just wanted to see someone hurt. Like he thrived on causing as much emotional damage as possible.

He was the worst.

He prompted Aubrey to lead in saying grace, then you all were allowed to eat.

“He can’t just sit around and waste away! He needs to be out there on the field. He could get an athletic scholarship. You’re always going on about how important college is — let him play ball.”

“I don’t have to ‘let’ him play anything. He’ll pursue it if he wants to.” She rolled her eyes and stuck her chin out. Aubrey silently pushed a plate of fish towards you, and you put a couple of pieces on your plate.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, and he nodded. Even though he was taller and acted more mature than you did, he was your baby brother. His desire to protect you and your mom never went unnoticed. He pushed the plate toward Mama and Dad. The plate caught on the wooden edge of the table, getting their attention.

“Speaking of college,” Dad turned to you. “Grades? You have to have something by now, right?”

You shrugged, “Yeah, but it isn’t good. I’m still having trouble understanding the formulas. My professor—”

“What do you mean, it isn’t good?” He held out his hand. “Lemme see them.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You really didn’t want to go through this, right now, with him. Still, you pulled your phone from your pocket and pulled up your grades. The overall 62 glared back at you and you dropped your phone into his hand.

His fat thumb swiped across the screen as his frown deepened. “What the hell is this? How are you failing?”

“I was trying to explain that. I need tutoring for math. My professor says I can bring my grade up with tutoring to improve my test scores.”

“All that money and you’re wasting it. I bet it’s that girl’s fault—what’s her name?” He looked at Mama, but she ignored him. “Kristen?”

You bit back a curse. “Kristen doesn’t even work with me or go to school with me. How is this her fault?”

“Because all she wants to do is party. Every time I look up she’s in your face talking about a party or a movie or something. You don’t have time for that shit.”

You bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something you’d regret. Kristen was one of the few people keeping you sane. If you didn’t have her… you couldn’t complete the thought. “I’ll pull my grades up. I just need a little help understanding the work.”

“You better. College is expensive.” He picked up his fork and began shoving food into his mouth. “You can’t do much else, so at least make it worthwhile.”

Mama put her fork down. “Will you let the girl eat in peace? My God. I didn’t cook dinner just for you to sit and complain the whole meal.”

“Jo, when are you gonna stop babying her?”

“She’s the oldest! What the hell—”

“Whenever she does something, you’re quick to jump to her defense.”

“Because you’re always on the girl’s back! You don’t bother Aubrey nearly as much as you complain about her. And you nitpick on some of the dumbest shit. Like the other week, she cleaned the kitchen, and you went in behind her and made dirty dishes. Then wake her up because there are dirty dishes in the sink.”

“We have chores for a reason. I’m not supposed to let her know her chores aren’t done?”

“Not at two in the fucking morning!”

Aubrey shot you a knowing look. This was getting ugly, and it was time to vacate the war zone. You both shoved the rest of your food into your mouths and made a beeline for the sink. Luckily, it was Mama’s turn to load the dishwasher, so you both were free to go back to your rooms. Their voices got louder as you got closer to your room.

You fell onto your bed and buried your face into the pillow. You knew you shouldn’t blame yourself for any of it, but you couldn’t help but feel responsible. If your grades were better. If you had called. If…

“Hey,” your brother whispered.

You looked up and found Aubrey peeking around the corner into your room. You’d forgotten to close the door behind you. “Hey.”

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. Don’t beat yourself up. He’s crazy. Mama takes up for you because she loves you. We both do.”

You smiled, blinking back tears. He knew you better than you knew yourself. “Thanks. I love you, too.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get some rest.” And he was gone.

You shut the door and set out clothes for your shower. By the time you were ready for bed, you could barely keep your eyes open. Your parents were still going at it, but the topic had changed to attacks on each other. You wanted to intervene, ask them to drop it and go to bed. But the words wouldn’t be taken as someone who cared.

You cut off the light and got into bed, snuggling up with the gigantic teddy bear you kept on it. Through a sliver of light in the blinds on your window, you saw a lone bright purple star. The same star you made a wish on every night before you went to bed, hoping for a better tomorrow.

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prettywordsyouleft · 3 years ago

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Different

Pairing: Im Jaebum x female reader

Genre: angst / romance / soulmate au / fluff ending

Warnings: emotional angst, swearing, right person wrong time trope

Prompt: “I’ll sleep on the couch.” - #13 of Idea Starters

Word count: 4136

In all your years of existing, you assumed you would meet your soulmate in a romantic way. Bumping into one another on the street, the first snow cascading down as you looked into his or her eyes. Giggling as you step into get a coffee and crossing paths with your destined one in the line, their drink order being the same as yours. Being interviewed for a job, failing it, and then meeting your beloved in the same office so it’s not so much of a let-down.

You might have watched one too many romance movies in your life. You had dreamed about the grand gestures and the little ones equally. Even a meet-messy would be better than this.

“I’ll uh, I’ll sleep on the couch. Just for tonight,” you mumbled after taking one look at your cousin’s boyfriend who had opened the door.

Your heart was thudding so dangerously loud in your chest that you knew he had to hear it from where he stood still stunned in the doorway. By some miracle, you had dashed inside the house and over to said couch in the living room, placing your luggage down beside it before you moved to the bathroom down the hallway and promptly locked the door.

Not only had today been the worst day of all days, but you had also gotten stuck in the downpour as you packed a suitcase of your belongings and left your apartment in a rush. You had texted Zara earlier about your predicament, and she had offered you to stay at hers until you were back on your feet again. Your cousin had mentioned she was away for the weekend with work, but her boyfriend Jaebum would be home, and she’d tell him that you were coming over to stay.

It all had started to sound like things were getting better.

Boy, had you been wrong. As soon as the door swung open, you felt the immense rush of your soul pushing to the surface, your eyes widening as you took the man in before you. His eyes connected with yours in the same incredulous way yours were, his mouth falling ajar.

He was your soulmate.

And he was dating your cousin.

The gentle knock on the bathroom door jolted you away from sagging against it, your wild stare turning on the wooden barrier. You had come in here to hide. Sure, it made sense that you took a shower, given how frozen your body had been from the soaked clothes. Now, you were too numb to register the chill on your skin, your mind reeling from your soul’s discovery.

“Are you okay?” he asked tentatively, and you clamped your eyes shut as a lump formed in your throat.

You didn’t want to cry. Not again.

You didn’t answer him, listening intently to the sounds on the other side of the door. There were no retreating footsteps. Instead, you heard a barely breathed out curse and then his body sliding heavily to the ground on the opposite side of the door.

Slowly, you mirrored the action, curling up with your forehead pressed onto your knees.

“You’re Zara’s cousin,” he stated, his husky voice causing you to hold your breath for a moment in its wake.

You wished to be anywhere but here.

Could you find somewhere else to stay? Your best friend had just moved back home, but her bedroom floor would be a better place to crash instead of here. Heck, you’d rather use your savings and rent a motel room than remain in this situation.

Jarringly, you got to your feet and swung open the door, Jaebum scrambling up in the process.

You both stared at one another wordlessly.

He wasn’t your typical choice in men, but he was handsome. Dark hair fell into brown cat-like eyes. Your gaze followed down the slope of his nose to his plush mouth, lips slightly parted as he sucked in a shaky breath. He had the shadow of stubble forming on his jaw, and a set of broad shoulders and defined chest meet your trail down his body. He wasn’t overly thick in frame, but you could tell he was strong. He wore baggy clothing that hid the definition of his lower half, and his feet were bare. You stared at them for some time, unable to lift your focus back up to his face.

You needed to get out of here.

“I’ll find somewhere else to go.”

“No,” he answered, his hand reaching out to grip your wrist as you attempted to skirt around the doorframe.

Again, your attention jolted back to his eyes, the surge of electricity beneath your skin thrumming where he held you. It began to burn, and just as quickly as he held on to you, did he let go, his dark eyes pleading for you to stay put.

“I think we need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you whispered back, blinking away from the hurt that immediately rose within his eyes.

“Right. Because discovering your soulmate is an everyday occurrence,” he bit back, clearing his throat after dropping another curse between you.

Your emotions were rising steadily, and you swiped angrily at your tears before they could fall down your face. “You’re Zara’s boyfriend.”

“Yes.” He sounded tortured as he pushed the word through his lips, and you peeked at him through the side of your eye. “But I… I mean… we’re…”

“Strangers.”

“Soulmates,” he corrected more boldly, capturing you again. Steely resolve met your cautious glance, and he swallowed deeply. “Shit. This… this wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

“No. But I suppose we’re not the first people to face a less than ideal match.”

“Less than ideal… you mean meeting, not match.”

You laughed hollowly. “Sure.”

“I don’t meet your stand—”

“You’re dating Zara,” you repeated, finally finding the courage needed to duck away from the man. You felt your soul lurch backwards for him as you stalked quickly to the living room.

Jaebum’s hand was on your suitcase before you could reach it. “Let’s not be hasty, Y/N.”

A simple gasp left you at his use of your name, your heart racing into overdrive.

This was pure torture. The universe sure knew how to play a sick joke.

“I’m going to go.”

“You’re soaked through. Have a shower. Crash here. I’ll go to my friend’s house. Zar—your cousin mentioned you have no place to go right now after your landlord kicked you out unfairly.”

God, could this day get any more humiliating?

“I’ll go to my friend Jackson’s house,” he offered again, and your round eyes investigated his. There were too many emotions swirling in his eyes, too many tugs at your heart to understand each one.

You had known that soulmates were connected in many ways, but you hadn’t expected the force to be this immediate. This powerful.

“Please,” he whispered, and you closed your eyes, nodding once. “Thank you.”

Letting go of your luggage, Jaebum backed off a step, shaking his head softly as he continued to stare at you. “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“Hurting you further today,” he replied, and you sucked in your bottom lip, teeth clamping down on it in hopes to distract the tears threatening to spill again.

Nodding again, you retreated to the bathroom, locked the door and sat down heavily on the side of the bathtub.

No gesture – grand or small, could make this right.

Jaebum was gone by the time you finished your shower. There was a simple note on top of your luggage, telling you to remain here, to help yourself to the food in the kitchen, and ended with a phone number.

Presumably his.

You managed to swallow down some food, though you didn’t taste it, and turned on the TV even when you couldn’t focus on it. Throughout the night, you tossed and turned. It wasn’t because the couch was uncomfortable.

You couldn’t get Jaebum out of your head.

As the hours slipped by, so did some of your remaining sanity. You went through erratic mood swings, waking up to think about how gorgeous he was, only to fitfully sleep for half an hour more and condemn yourself for finding him attractive. When morning arrived, you were still unprepared to deal with any of this.

Especially when Jaebum reappeared.

“I uh, I got us some breakfast,” he announced as you stared back at him in alarm. His movements were slow, precise, as if you were a frightened animal ready to take flight at the slightest wrong move. You watched as he placed a tray of beverages and a takeout bag on the dining table near the entrance of the kitchen.

Jaebum then swung around, leaning against the table, and looked at you. Once again, you were stuck staring at this man. This morning he looked worse than yesterday. Shadows had formed under his eyes, indicating that he had had just as little rest as you had. Your fingers itched to run over the purple marks, and you closed your hands into fists until your nails dug into your palms.

“Are you hungry?”

“A little,” you confessed, and Jaebum nodded, turning back to the food and began pulling it out of the bag.

You wandered over to him on shaky legs, trying to peer over his shoulder at what he had gotten. You stumbled, and Jaebum was quick to reach out and right you, his hands trembling against the curve of your waist. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Letting you go, Jaebum looked at the food he’d gotten. “I didn’t really know what you liked or didn’t, so I got a few options. Drinks too. I got coffee and juice. What do you prefer? I could go out and get something else if it’s—”

“I’m fine with what’s here. Thank you.”

Breakfast was challenging. You both kept attempting to stare at the other whilst forcing food and drink through your mouths. You watched how he opened things and what hand he used most, smiling softly without realising it.

“You’re left-handed.”

Jaebum stilled for a moment. He then looked up at you, hope etched into expression. “Yeah, I am. Are you left-handed too?

“No, but I’ve always strangely found it attractive,” you admitted and then bit your lip when you realised what you had said. “Oh… uh, well, I mean—”

“Attractive how?”

“I meant different,” you offered, and Jaebum’s lips curled up a little. You groaned inwardly.

“Well, I guess being left-handed is different.”

“You’re going to annoy me over that, aren’t you?”

Jaebum grinned. “Maybe.”

“Stop!” you chimed, and he laughed heartily. Your mouth fell ajar, now mesmerised by the sound.

Jaebum noticed and cleared his throat awkwardly, rubbing a palm over the nape of his neck.

You darted your attention back to your food, cursing the momentary lapse in control.

“We should talk,” he mentioned after the silence stretched uncomfortably between you, and you shook your head. “Y/N.”

“Jaebum,” you countered, watching how he reacted to you saying his name. Such a strange thing for the soul to rush forward to, you thought. Then again, it was part of your identity, and you assumed all souls craved that type of understanding from the connection.

“We’re adults,” he pointed out gruffly, pinning you with a stare. “We can discuss this. Avoidance isn’t going to stop me from…”

“From?”

“Wanting to know you,” he replied eventually, no doubt having to change the words he was originally going to say.

You looked down at your remaining food, no longer hungry. The immense level of guilt you had struggled with all night consumed you again, and you huffed out a short breath. “I think it’s best that we don’t get to know one another.”

“And deny ourselves the bond?!” Jaebum asked you, disbelief and hurt flooding his tone. “Y/N, what we have is—”

“Nothing,” you interjected, smiling forcibly. “Listen. I get it. Believe me, I do. But this isn’t a situation I want to be in. Zara is one of my friends. We’re cousins, but she’s also been there for me when my life has seen hardship and happiness. And vice versa. I don’t know how you feel about her, but I know what she thinks about you—” You cut off with a choked sob, diverting your gaze from him.

The endless phone calls. The coffee dates. Zara had been smitten with Jaebum from the first time she laid eyes on him.

“I know we all have a soulmate out there, Y/N. But I wouldn’t even care if mine never turned up. I know I’ll always want him. Jaebum is… he is everything to me.”

“I care about Zara too,” he murmured, sounding broken. You didn’t dare look at him, not wanting your heart to betray the loosely forming resolve of your mind. “This is a fucking nightmare.”

“Yeah. But it’s okay because there’s only one answer.”

“No, Y/N, there’s not.”

You finally looked at him and his expression crushed your soul. “I won’t be the person who steps on my cousin’s happiness. Even if I know that you and I are connected in some way. And I won’t allow you to leave her for me either. We just need to accept this is how it’ll be, Jaebum.”

“Y/N,” he growled as you stood up and shot him another weak smile.

“Thank you for letting me stay here last night. I’ll go stay with my best friend instead. I hope you have enough sense to not break my cousin’s heart. She’s an amazing person, and she thinks the world of you.”

And with that, you reached for your suitcase and wheeled it to the exit, this time Jaebum didn’t stop your escape.

“Y/N!” Zara crooned when she saw you waiting for her, dashing over to you and hugging you tightly. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you in person! How dare you be a stranger like this!”

“Sorry, Zar,” you replied, smiling back at her infectious energy. “I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy for your little old cousin? Pfft!”

Six months had passed since you had met Jaebum. Six months of imagining what could have happened if you hadn’t chosen to walk away. Could you have been friends with him? At least then you would have known what he was up to.

Having found your soulmate made you deeply curious about him. Mostly about how Jaebum coped without you.

Of course, you had heard about him from Zara. She had remained oblivious, thankfully, more disappointed that you had chosen to take up residence elsewhere than with her. She had owed you from when she had crashed at your place, so she had insisted until it was all forgotten about and life had moved on.

You now saw your life as a series of before and after. Life after Jaebum sure was different than before.

The struggles hadn’t lasted as long as they felt they would. Your landlord was fined by the tenancy tribunal after you contacted for advice, and you were rewarded your bond back and compensation. That allowed you to secure a new apartment, and with that, you found yourself lucky to see a job opening for a manager at the bookstore underneath your home. Now, you had more than enough money in your savings, a future that was stable, and you hadn’t needed to crash on anyone’s couch again.

Especially Zara’s.

“I have big news to tell you!” your cousin exclaimed, giggling giddily. You watched her with interest, your observation of her appearance halting on her left hand. Zara noticed your acknowledgement of the sparkly gem on her finger and thrust it into your face. “I’m getting married!”

All the warmth withdrew from your body. A loud buzzing began to build until you couldn’t hear a word Zara was saying, and you had slouched back into your chair as oxygen began to feel difficult to obtain.

Zara was marrying your soulmate.

“Y/N. Y/N?! Are you listening?”

“Oh,” you managed, not even attempting to smile. “That’s great news.”

“I know. I mean, I’ve always wanted to be married before thirty, and here I am, getting to do just that. Louis and I will be getting married next year, though, so I suppose I’ll end out my twenties as—”

“Louis?” you cut in with a sharp tone, leaning across the table at the woman. “What are you talking about?”

“I knew you weren’t listening! I told you, I met my soulmate, Y/N. His name is Louis Grant.”

“When? I thought you were with Jaebum.”

“A month ago. We crossed paths at a work convention, and the connection was instantaneous. I went home that weekend and told Jaebum that I’d met my soulmate, and I wanted to pursue things with him instead.”

“You did what?” you breathed out, equal measures of relief and disgust roiling through you.

All this time, you had chosen your cousin over Jaebum. Over your soulmate. And Zara had dropped him as soon as she had found Louis.

“Jaebum was rather understanding. I think he’s met his soulmate already. I told him I was honoured he stayed with me all this time out of loyalty. I think his soulmate didn’t choose him. Poor guy.”

“She couldn’t,” you replied, and Zara frowned momentarily before gushing again about Louis.

You barely paid attention. Your mind was stuck on the man you had met six months ago. The one who had pleaded with you to stay, to listen, to figure another option.

Jaebum had been crushed by two women in this family now.

“Did Jaebum move out?” you blurted out, interrupting Zara a second time.

She gave you a concerned look. “No. We were both on the lease, so I left it to him. I moved in with Louis. Are you okay, Y/N?”

“No. Actually, I’ve got to go. Congratulations on your engagement and finding your soulmate, Zara,” you announced, grabbing your bag and scratching back your chair from the table.

You had to go find your soulmate now.

You hesitated in front of the door, wondering if you should just leave and pretend you didn’t know anything. Jaebum hadn’t once asked Zara for your number, and whilst you had kept his, you didn’t dare save it into your phone, let alone dial it. For all you knew, Jaebum might want to wash his hands entirely of both cousins.

Still, there was yearning there. You wanted to reach out for his hand.

This time it wouldn’t hurt anyone to do so either.

“Are you going to knock or just stand there?” a voice asked from behind you after another fifteen minutes staring at the front door, and you whipped around so fast that you lost your balance.

Warm hands reached for your waist to right you, just as they once had months prior. They trembled against your skin, though Jaebum didn’t remove them, staring down at you in a daze.

He’d cut his hair. It was the first you noticed as you soaked him in, unable to stop your hand from stretching up into his black locks. Jaebum leaned into your touch, and you smiled gently.

He didn’t want you to leave this time.

“We need to talk,” he murmured, and you laughed as you nodded.

“That seems to be your favourite sentence, Jaebum.”

He groaned. “Say it again.”

“Your favourite sentence?” you teased, and Jaebum’s grip burned hotter against your side. “Jaebum. My soulmate.”

“My soulmate,” he echoed, shunting you towards the front door. You eyed him warily, and he smirked. “Listen, the reason I say that sentence so often in your company is that you’re so eager to disappear on me. And this time, that’s not happening.”

“No?”

“You’re on my doorstep,” he reminded, and you laughed. Jaebum stopped attempting to unlock his door, instead caged you against it.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered, closing the gap between you both a little, now breathing in the same air. His cologne was woodsy and musk, and you inhaled deeply.

“I thought you wanted to talk.”

“Oh, we have plenty to talk about, but there’s only one thing I want to ask you right now, “he murmured, lips now dangerously close to you. Your heart was a beacon calling out to his, and your hand slipped onto his chest, feeling the answering thud of his back. Jaebum smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

You pressed your lips to his in response, your mind imploding in the process.

You had kissed before but never had you felt like this. As if you were slotting against a puzzle piece that was made to be next to you. His mouth was the perfect fit, and as Jaebum’s tongue begged entrance to greet yours, you each let out a moan at how amazing this felt.

It was as if you had been dying of thirst all this time, and now his kisses were your salvation.

Eventually, Jaebum pulled back after nipping your bottom lip, each of you breathless and gripping the other tightly. You watched as he took you in again, a slight shake of his head in wonderment. You cupped his cheek within your hand. “I’m sorry I walked away all those months ago.”

“I’m not,” he answered, finally turning the key in the door. It opened and he guided you backwards into the entryway wall, shutting the door behind you both before he ran his hand down your side affectionately. “I missed you like crazy. Which is odd, right? We had one day.”

“Not even a whole day,” you corrected, and Jaebum groaned at the words.

“Not even a whole day with you, and you broke me somehow. But I didn’t want to hurt Zara either. You were right. It was a less than ideal—”

“Meeting, not match,” you supplied before he could, and Jaebum grinned.

“I didn’t just stick it out with Zara. I was committed to her. And I figured if we were meant to be, something would make that happen. I respected your decision to walk away from me. You were showing more strength than I was in that moment.”

“I didn’t want to hurt either of you,” you admitted, your thumb running over the side of his face gently. It was strange how natural it felt to touch him.

Even though you had been aghast with Zara’s reaction to her soulmate earlier, you could understand it a little. There was something about Jaebum that made you know you couldn’t be with anyone else like this. He made you feel fully alive.

“It sounds awful, but when Zara came home and explained she met her match, I was relieved. Even more so when she explained she hadn’t given in to her desires before telling me the truth. So, I told her the truth too.”

You blinked. “You what?”

“I told her that you’re my soulmate, Y/N,” Jaebum announced, and you frowned. He reached to smooth your forehead out. “She was surprised and annoyed with both of us.”

“Annoyed?”

Jaebum chuckled. “She told me that we should have told her, and she would have accepted.”

“Why didn’t she tell me? Or come and see me earlier than now? She’s been with Louis for a month!”

“I told her not to.”

You gaped at him. “Jaebum! I came here as soon as I knew. I didn’t waste another—”

He kissed you then, soft and sensual. When he finally pulled back, Jaebum smiled. “I asked her not to. Believe it or not, I did get dumped, you know. I had some things I needed to clear out from my life. Chapters to close type of thing. I wanted to make sure that when I approached you again, and believe me, I was preparing to, that you’d have no reason to walk away from me. That you’d find nothing but the ideal match in me.”

“I almost can’t hate you for that,” you confessed with a sob-laugh, burying yourself into his chest. Jaebum held you tightly and laughed too, running his hand up and down your spine.

“Don’t hate me. You can’t.”

“I don’t think it’s possible to,” you admitted into his chest and felt his lips on your head. “But Jaebum?”

“Yeah?”

You pulled back and smiled at him. “I think it’s time you and I have a talk, don’t you?”

Laughing heartily, he reached for your hand and pulled you further into his home. “First, let’s eat a meal together. You can tell me all about how attractive I am for being left-handed again.”

“I meant different!” you exclaimed, grinning as he laughed yet again.

“Well, let me show you just how different I am from all the other people you’ve ever met.”

You couldn’t wait for him to do just that.

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3raaaachachacha · 3 years ago

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8:17 pm

Im Jaebeom x female reader / 614 words / smut

Warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, cursing, fingering, jerking off

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day thirteen of kinktober - im jaebeom x phone sex

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You knew that dating an idol wasn’t always the most ideal situation, but you knew that you could make it work. Jaebeom always knew where you stood with him and you were always the first thing he thought of when he woke up. You seemed to find yourself incredibly horny when he wasn’t around and what made it worse was that no matter how hard you tried, your fingers were never enough.

Having no other option than to take matters into your own hands, you stood in front of your full-length mirror in your bedroom in your cute baby pink lingerie set. You grabbed your phone, deciding to send a racy picture to your boyfriend, one that you knew would have him going insane. After a few pictures, you sent your favorite before moving towards your bed, laying flat against the cotton sheets before trailing one of your hands from your neck to your breasts. Pinching one of the already erect nipples before continuing down, slipping your hand inside your panties.

You could already feel how wet you were, images of how things could have gone if Jaebeom were here with you. Before you could even get going, the ring of your phone went off catching you off guard. Groaning in frustration, you removed your hands from your panties and immediately perked up when you saw Jaebeom’s name flashing across the screen.

With a smirk, you placed it on speaker, “Hi babe,” You purred into the speaker as you heard him chuckle in response.

“Someone’s feeling a little needy. Aren’t you, baby?” He inquired and you hummed in response, “What were you doing before I called?” He asked innocently, but you knew right now he was going to be anything but innocent, “Were you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, “I was thinking of all the times you’ve fucked me so good that I couldn't walk. Or how magical your fingers feel inside of me,” You said, feeling your core heat up.

There was silence for a few seconds, the only sounds heard were yours and Jaebeom’s breathing before he finally spoke up, “I want to hear you touch yourself. Do it for me.”

You compiled without complaint, laying back against the flush bed, one of your free hands pushing your panties to the side before starting to play with your clit, “Jae,” You moaned and heard him take a sharp intake of breath.

“Keep going baby, Make yourself feel good by using your fingers,” He demanded and you quickly listened, sinking one of your fingers into your pulsing sex.

“I miss you,” You hummed into the phone, fingers working on making yourself feel good, “I wish you were here with me, making me cum.”

“I miss you too, baby,” He groaned and by the sounds of it, he was definitely in the process of unclipping his belt to jerk himself off, “Add another finger and keep moaning my name like the good girl you are,” Jaebeom exhaled, hand moving up and down his length, already feeling embarrassingly close from the sound of your whimpers and moans.

Hearing the sound of Jaebeom’s grunts only helped to turn you on even more, causing you to let out another moan and thrust your fingers at a faster pace, “I want you, Jaebeom. I want to touch you.”

“Soon, baby. So soon,” He groaned loudly, “But right now, you need to be a good girl and cum with me and show me so that when I’m back home, I can reward my pretty girl,” He said with a chuckle and before you knew it, you were receiving a facetime request to prove that you’ve listened to his instructions.

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rikiflowers · 3 years ago

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rain and heartbeat; l. jaebeom

a short y/n (fem!reader) x lim jaebeom scenario.

warnings: a little bit angst, fluff

- 1.9k words

“Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.” ― Ranata Suzuki

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People love. So violent that breathing was pointless. Nothing could be compared; nothing was as intense as the feeling of loving and being loved. She loved. She loved too much and that was ultimately what broke everything; She loved too much and neglected herself. Many said that you give up a piece of yourself if you loved unconditionally – y/n had given everything and was left with nothing. The end came stormy, almost destructive, leaving her with nothing. Emptiness.

She swore to herself; Never again. Never again would she love so much. Never again let a person get so close to her. Never catch fire again because she won't stand the burning. Never again. It was like a mantra that she sang in front of her, as she stared out the window in the dark of her room, trying not to feel reality.

But life was not as hoped it would be. It was played by its own rules, in which you were just a small figure in a big, endless stream. Suddenly she was swept away and came across someone who, for the second time in her life, tore the ground from under her feet and dragged her into the storm.

Time: 5:24 PM

Uncertainly, her fingers buzzed over the chat. All good intentions were gone, just at the moment when she had to gather her courage. She had her episode again – stronger than ever. Everything in her contracted convulsively. Why couldn't she jump over her shadow even at that moment? Why did she put so many obstacles in her own way? He was different. He was not the man who had destroyed her life at some point back then – Jaebeom was different. He was so much more than she could put it into words. y/n finally wanted to confess to him that what lays on her tongue at every conversation, at every meeting and at every glance and was ready to just break out of it.

She wanted to tell her best friend that she loved him. Finally, after all those years of not wanting to admit it. In which she labeled the tender feelings that grew in her over and over again as mere friendly feelings. She finally wanted it. She wanted to love him, but there was a problem; how would she know that he felt the same way? Most likely, he didn’t, and she would ruin with her confession what she was so attached to – their friendship. Y/n was caught in a dilemma, and nothing would help, but to finally take her courage and risk it.

Could she endure it, when he rejected her, and everything would change? Everything she appreciated so much about him then would be dissolved as they drifted apart and there was nothing left of the warmth; a horror scenario.

But what was she supposed to do about these stormy, even urgent feelings that completely captured her thoughts, made her imagine surreal things and clouded her perception? She was no longer herself – not for a long time.

Jaebeom, with those deep eyes that she could look into for hours, had her heart in his hand. Unconsciously, he pressed harder and simply deprived her of the ability to live normally with his closeness. She was so hopelessly in love.

Y/n had to write to him. It was now three weeks in which they had no more contact – it didn't seem like much, but for the young woman it was the world. Each of her nerve cells was tense and not a day went by when she didn't wish to shout it out to him, so she had to make a cut. The young woman needed time to think. The whole weeks boiled down to only one thing – her confession.

So, the young woman had been sitting in front of her smartphone for an hour and camped in the chat of Jaebeom and her. And then when she suddenly saw the online sign, she closed all the windows in shock and threw her head back, staring at the ceiling. She was so hopeless.

Then it had to bring the new day, on which the courage hopefully was coming back. Now it was over. She couldn't. She decided to watch her favorite series, escaping the endless overthinking. The young woman had her day off and since she had nothing to do anyway (and of course wanted to avoid the confession).

She jumped off her sofa, wanted to prepare her favorite tea before she snuggled up in the soft fabric of her couch. The well-known sound of raindrops at her window made her pause. It hadn't rained in a long time. In the small kitchen, she turned on the kettle, but she had to turn on her small lamp beforehand – the sudden rain came with a storm that had suddenly darkened the sky.

No matter what she thought of, it was always Jaebeom. Always him. She felt transported back to the time when she loved someone so much and was shattered by it. She didn't want it to take the same course. y/n didn't want that with him. He knew about it; knew how much she suffered from her relationship at that time. He was always there. His warmth was always there, but at some point, that was no longer enough for her and now she was sitting here, listening to the old kettle, which hissed and chuckled – she found peace in the sounds associated with the rain. The tranquility.

Something about this situation led to an inner peace. Perhaps it was the finite rain that drummed against her windows, drowning out their own racing heartbeat.

A knock on the door tore her out of her thoughts and made her pulse race. She hated it when the doorbell rang or knocked because she wasn't expecting anyone. Silently, she stopped, hoping that whoever was standing outside the door would leave.

It knocked again. The kettle was ready, but her muscles weren't moving. Who the hell knocked on her door? y/n had no contact with any neighbors, and she did not expect any packages. She had only a few friends who knew that she didn’t like it, when they showed up unannounced.

Another knock. She got scared. Who was so intrusive that he was still standing at the door after the first knock? She tried to make quietly sure of this and crept to the door on her cuddly socks.

Only a quick glance through the spy was enough, so she unlocked the door with a racing heart. It was Jaebeom, completely soaked. He stood in front of her. After weeks she saw him again and he looked desperately through the black strands which fell wet in his face. He had been outside in that weather. Reality hit her hard.

"Oh God Jae – come in right away." She scurried him, but he stopped as if he was rooted. She had forgotten their lasting silence for a moment. "I have to ask you something and after that I will never bother you again y/n."

She wanted to answer, wanted to ask how he came up with the idea that he was going to bother her, but nothing came from her lips. Silently she looked at him, clawed into the door frame to keep her trembling hands in check. "Did you notice my feelings and stay away from me because of it?"

"Huh?", it escaped first, since she had not yet processed the question properly. What kind of feelings? She didn't understand anything at that moment. Her brain wasn't working properly, even though she had spent hours searching for the right words before.

"You have already understood me y/n.", it has escaped him louder and more urgently than he had in mind. He was standing in the middle of the hallway, where the neighbors could hear everything. Jaebeom dripped the hallway full.

"I don't know what you mean Jae – I stayed away from you for another reason," she defended herself, completely ignoring the fact that the older man had just indirectly confessed his feelings to her. "Please come in first, you'll catch a cold," she said caringly and dragged the young man by his wet sleeve into her apartment.

"What reason?"

The question had to come, of course. It could not be avoided. The best moment to finally let it out. He was here now and yet she was struggling. She looked at him in despair before turning around. "I'll get you new things that I still have from you – wait a minute."

y/n had no way to leave, because she was stopped by the black-haired man, who suddenly pulled the young woman backwards into his arms. Immediately she got wet, the moisture immediately ran through her clothes, and she should actually be cold – but inside she glowed. "Jaebeom?"

"I love you, y/n. For so long. I can't suppress it anymore. I know I'm destroying our friendship, but I can't", he nuzzled against her sensitive ears, and everything turned up in her. Had she just really heard that? He reciprocated their feelings? Was she dreaming?

"I'm so sorry that I'm destroying the friendship... Don't hate me, please." From his lips came a plea and it made everything in the young woman pull together. He had probably suffered as much as she had in the whole time. He had the same fears as her. His grip on her upper body loosened and finally y/n acted on her own. The young woman turned to him and looked up at him. As if in slow motion, she pushed the wet strands out of his eyes, watching him as he closed his eyes at the gentle touch. A moment of silence in which everything went slowly. Every touch was felt.

"I could never hate you, Jaebeom," whispered the young woman, the rain in the background synchronized with her words. Her fingertips ran over his cheeks, over his chin, on which the beard stubbles cavorted. Delicately her fingers ran over his full lips and very easily the elder returned the pressure against her fingertips; it tingled.

"I avoided you because I felt the same way. My love for you was too strong and I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship."

Jaebeom opened his eyes, looking for confirmation of these words in her eyes. The confession hit him deeply, shook him and he suddenly let himself fall in front of the young woman, clutching her legs while she heard him sobbing quietly.

"And I thought you were loathing me. I – I'm so happy."

y/n let herself sink down to him, pulled him bumpily into her arms – she didn't care that she herself was getting wet. That didn't count now. She wanted to be close to her love. Tears of joy ran down the young woman's cheeks as Jaebeom clung desperately to her. God, he loved her so much. For so long he had suppressed these feelings and was almost broken by them.

Now it was like a dream. He never thought that his hasty actions would lead to them finally coming together. His heart had acted on its own. y/n was now in his arms.

The quiet rain sound and two heartbeats at one were her favorite sound from now on.

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joohoneyhoe · 8 years ago

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Push and Pull| Eight

[song inspiration: Bts - House of Cards]

pairing: Jimin x oc x Jaebum genre: angst word count: 1.6k a/n: Isolde spent three years with Jimin after meeting him by chance in a dance studio. He was perfect and he loved her, she thought he was the one she’d spend the rest of her life with. That all crumbles when he decides he wants to please his parents and leave her so he can be with someone like him. Isolde is plummeted into turmoil and leaves her job as a choreographer to move back home to the states. A mutual friend named Im Jaebum reaches out to console her, lift her back up from her fragile state. It’s a push and pull tug between what she thought she had and what she could have.

“I’ve gotta go, Jimin. Bye.”

She hung up. She hung up on me. Nothing but a simple bye. She wasn’t interested in talking to me at all. It would have been four years today and she didn’t seem to have a single care. Though, how could I fault her? I left her, not the other way around. I tossed my phone onto the bed of my fiancé Soomi, not wanting to even look at it anymore. I’d just end up going back and looking at all the pictures of us I had hidden in a secret file in my phone.

Did she really not care at all? Why did it hurt so much to think she was over it so soon? It’s not like I hadn’t moved on. Fuck, I was engaged already. Soomi was wonderful, kind, beautiful and my family loved her. But, did I? I thought I did. I wanted to. I really did.

Every single time I told her I loved her, I’d flash back to the conversation I had with Yoongi the night I left Isolde. The night I cried until I couldn’t anymore, my body shaking beyond my control. My heart ripped out by my own hand. That conversation, it repeating in my brain, endlessly. What he said to me, was something I could never forget, despite my best efforts.

“I understand why you’re doing it Jimin. I do. You know my parents, they’re just like yours. They’re traditional, have a set idea how my life should be and no shame telling me if I’m not doing it right. But, if I was in love with someone of a different race, the way you are with Isolde, you wouldn’t be able to fucking stop me. I wouldn’t give a flying fuck what my parents said about it. If I had cared about what they deemed best for me, I wouldn’t be where I am right now.

You can’t help who you love and nothing but that, matters in this shitty place we call home. Not what color their skin is, where they’re from, what our fans think or what your parents think. Ultimately it’s your life, Jimin. Are you willing to let her go? Lose her forever, because you will, we both know Isolde. She won’t let this happen to her again. Are you ready to lose it all for the sake of tradition?”

I was so sure that’s what I wanted. So sure, the approval of my parents was the most important thing in the world to me. More important than my love for her. I was so sure, so sure I’d be able to let her go and love someone else the way I did her. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to working out in my favor. She was etched into every part of my very being. Her touch had left hand prints on my skin, her laugh on a constant loop in my mind, her entire being linked to me forever.

“Jimin, what are you doing in here by yourself? I thought we were going to watch a movie together?” Soomi’s voice called out as she appeared in the doorway, a concerned expression on her round face. She really was gorgeous, any Korean man would be beyond grateful to have someone as beautiful as her. Her long black hair framed her face nicely, her skin flawless. She was petite, all of her smaller than myself, soft bodied and gentle in every way. But, she still wasn’t Isolde.

“I’m not really feeling up to it now, Soomi. It’s been a long day.” I told her, her face falling, clearly disappointed.

“You look upset, Jiminie. Is there anything I can do to fix it?” she questioned, stepping into the room to stand in front of me so she could reach out and touch my face. I shied away from her gesture of endearment, not wanting anyone to touch me. No one but, Isolde. I could tell my disinterest was hurting her, simply by the look in her big brown eyes.

“Can we just go to bed?” I questioned, taking her small hand in mine, trying to make up for being cold to her. She smiled. It was beautiful, it really was. But, it wasn’t Isolde’s.

“Of course we can, baby. You need your rest.” she turned and went to get pajamas on, heading into the bathroom. I stripped down, grabbing basketball shorts and a t-shirt from my bag. I could hear the sink running, no doubt washing her face, like she did every night. All it made me think about was Isolde and how little she cared about having a routine before going to bed. So many times, I got after her for sleeping with her makeup on and she’d just tell me to suck it.

That’s what I missed most. I missed her wit, sarcasm, snappy comebacks and absolutely ridiculous sense of humor. She was always fun to be around, no matter the situation. She had always made everything better, brighter. Soomi was beautiful, supportive and kind. But, she was a typical traditional Korean woman. She didn’t say inappropriate things or make crude jokes. And if I did, she usually scolded me gently.

I’d gotten so used to Isolde’s Americanized tendencies, that it was hard to switch back to my own culture’s. She didn’t care about swearing, saying things that were entirely too inappropriate and laughing when she shouldn’t. She had said once,

“This is who I am. I swear too much, I don’t dress feminine unless I have to, I’m loud and crazy. But I love me and I refuse to change for fucking anyone. You can either love me too or hate me. I could care less.”

I missed that. I missed the freedom I felt when I was around her, being able to not care right alongside of her. That was gone now and I had what my family had always wanted. Traditional.

Soomi came out of the bathroom, clad in a matching pajama set that covered everything. That was another thing I missed so desperately. Isolde would only ever wear my shirts to bed, no underwear and bare legs always tangling with mine. I loved being able to feel her skin under my fingers as she would lay against me, hair tickling my naked chest. I always wore clothes to bed with Soomi, it upset her if I didn’t. Isolde had always encouraged me not to, she would always say,

“Don’t put clothes on, Jiminie. I want to feel your skin against mine. It helps me sleep.”

Soomi carefully got into bed, rubbing my back to signal me to lay down. I crawled under the covers next to her, spooning her like I always did. She rested her hand over mine, like always and got comfortable. It wasn’t long before she was sound asleep, soft breathing leaving her parted lips.

I couldn’t help but go back to thinking about Isolde as I held Soomi. Her body didn’t fit against me the same way her’s had, she was much smaller. It was a feeling I still wasn’t used to. Isolde was built so much…sturdier. She was tall compared to Korean women, but no less beautiful. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t even pretend it was her that was laying beside me.

Why was I doing this to myself? I had a fiancé. A fiancé who loved me, supported me and did whatever she could to take care of me. She was amazing, optimistic and genuine. So why couldn’t I stop thinking about Isolde when I was with her? I shouldn’t think about her at all, not while I was holding Soomi.

What if she had moved on too? Why did the thought of another man touching her the way I used to, making her cry out for more, make me feel so angry? I had no right to feel angry about that, but I most certainly did. She had every right to move on, especially after what I had put her through. But, the selfish part of me didn’t want her to move on. It wanted her to keep loving me and maybe one day, pick up the phone and tell me she still did after all these months apart.

After our conversation on the phone tonight, that looked less and less probable. Fuck. I wanted to forget. I wanted to be happy with the choice I had made. I wanted to feel the same when Soomi told me she loved me, as I had when Isolde did. That butterfly feeling in your stomach, goosebumps running along your skin, all from three simple words.

I love you.

I didn’t feel that with her. I couldn’t feel that with Soomi and I knew that. I only ever wanted to make my family happy. Make them proud of me in all aspects of my life, including my relationship. They were happy. They had accepted Soomi like she was their own daughter almost immediately and she loved every second of it. Then why wasn’t I happy?

Why couldn’t my parents have been that loving and accepting of Isolde? She was never anything but kind, respectful and understanding towards them. She knew flat out, that they didn’t like her. Simply because she wasn’t Korean and yet, she maintained her kindness and understanding. For three years she handled the criticism and disdain with grace and dignity like no one I’d ever known. Any normal human being would have broken down and said enough was enough. But, not her. She took it like it was nothing, always letting it roll right off her back.

I missed her. Plain and simple. There was nothing I could do to fix the mistake I’d made now. She was done with me and I was supposed to be done with her. Moved on and with the woman I was meant to be with all along. Not her. But, all I felt was regret.

I made my bed and now I had to lie in it.

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definitelyseven · 3 years ago

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hurts so good | twelve (final)

summary: growing up with Park Jinyoung was never easy and things are about to get worse when you’ve been asked to marry him

You sat down quietly across from him and next to your attorney. It had been three weeks since you last saw Jinyoung, three weeks since he agreed to the divorce. You only heard from him when he asked to meet to sign the papers.

“Thank you Mrs. Park for coming to meet us. My client said the both of you mutually agreed to sign today’s papers. Is that correct?”

“Yes that’s correct,” you responded as Jinyoung’s lawyer slid over some papers. Your lawyer intercepts the papers and begins scanning the document.

“My client is generously offering $20,000 a month for the next 40 years or a one time check of $10 million,” he revealed. You stared at Jinyoung in shock.

“No,” you denied. “No, I don’t want your money.”

“Mrs. Park, I urge you to reconsider this. It’s his responsibility to take care of you,” your lawyer reminded you.

“It’s Y/N and I can take care of myself,” you argued.

“How?” Jinyoung finally said. “You have no job, no house. Your father still gambles,” he exposed.

“That is none of your concern. I will figure it out. I will find a job. I don’t want your money. I don’t want to owe you anything,” you continued to explain.

“Just take the fucking money, Y/N! Don’t be so stubborn,” he exclaimed. You glared at him. “I’m sorry,” he sighed, knowing he’s going to lose this battle against you.

“Moving on to the next thing-,” his lawyer began to speak before you interrupted him.

“I don’t want a single thing from him. I’m not interested in what else is on that list.”

His lawyer looked over a Jinyoung, who had his arms crossed against his chest. He sighed again, nodding in agreement. He leans over to the table, “I want to talk to you alone.”

“No. My client will not be speaking with anyone without me present,” your lawyer declined.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be negotiating anything. My lawyer will leave to fix these papers, won’t you?” he instructed.

“Yes, that’s right. Mr. Lee, please follow me.”

“It’s alright. I��ll be okay,” you assured your lawyer. He nods leaving you alone with Jinyoung as he helps prepare the divorce papers. He stares at you in silence as you avoid his gaze.

“You wanted to talk?” you asked him.

He sighed lightly before leaning forwards once again. “This may be the last time we ever speak to each other like this - face to face.”

You gave him a subtle smile, nodding in agreement. “I will always be thankful for you and your family. You saved us and that will never change, no matter what happens between us.”

“I appreciate that,” he said. “Father loved you, no matter how harsh he was.”

You smiled weakly, “He loved you too.”

There was another long silence between the both of you. Now that you think of it, you and Jinyoung never had a peaceful conversation before. If he wasn’t being mean to you, he was yelling at you.

“I know Jisoo came to see you. I know she told you some stuff,” he said softly. “I should’ve been the one who told you and I’m sorry I never did. I’m sorry I never showed you.”

You held your breath. Never in a million years did you expect him to apologize.

“I hope the next person you love, you’ll be better to her than you were to me.”

His eyes began to swell, slightly turning pinkish. “She told me you thought I always loved her.” You looked down at your lap because you knew it was true even if they denied it. “Do you still believe that?”

“Look at where we’re at, Jinyoung. It doesn’t matter what I believe.”

“It does! It does matter. I may have never showed or told you that I loved you but I never loved anyone else. Not once,” he confessed.

“Every time we fought, you always ran to her. You always picked her, sided with her and I was the one in the way. What else was I supposed to think?” you questioned.

Jinyoung sighed. “February 14, 2013.”

“W-what?,” you stuttered with tears in your eyes.

“It was our senior year of high school.”

You remembered now. You had finally mustered enough courage to confess to Jinyoung. You hand-made heart shaped chocolates for him but he rejected you brutally even front of all your classmates.

“The night before - Jaebum stayed up all night making you chocolates. I overheard him confessing to the housekeeper that he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. What gave him the right?” he asked, rhetorically.

“He never told me about this. I never received his chocolates,” you said, confused.

“I was so angry at him. He took my father away from me and now he wanted you! He wanted to take everything...everyone away from me!” he shouted. “I knew I couldn’t let him have you so I had to beat him to it. I had to tell you I liked you before he did.”

“Then why did you reject me?” you asked.

“I had this elaborate plan - to make you fall in love with me, to be together until Jaebum couldn’t handle it anymore and leave. But the moment I looked into your eyes that day, I didn’t have the guts to do it. I couldn’t confess to liking you out of spite,” he revealed. “But what I didn’t expect was for you to confess first.”

“You broke my heart then too.”

“I didn’t know if I liked you because I actually liked you or if I liked you to get back at Jaebum. You would’ve never forgiven me if you found out I confessed out of spite,” he said almost in tears. “I tried so hard to differentiate the two but I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried. I didn’t know what to do and it drove me nuts. A couple of days later, it finally came to me. I thought if I was meaner to you, maybe...just maybe I would stop having those feelings for you. Maybe I could finally stop thinking about you.”

You stared at him quietly, taking in every word he said. Tears rolled down your face as the droplets of tears landed on the table.

“It worked,” he chuckled, bitterly. “The meaner I was to you, the easier it was to forget you. And every time I did something nice for you, I had to do something ten times worse the next time. Seeing how much pain you were in...it broke me but it always reminded me that my intentions were never pure to begin with. That’s why I always went to Jisoo. I confided in her.”

“Why did you ask me to marry you then?”

“He had already beat me at marriage - marrying the girl Father chose. Nothing would hurt him more than knowing I had you and he could never. I admit I ended up using you,” he revealed as tears fall from the corner of his eyes. You lifted your head up, staring at the ceiling as tears continued to fall down the side of your cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized.

“H-how can you say you love me when you used me?!” you sobbed.

“I knew it was wrong! I regretted it instantly but it was too late. You needed the money...” he whimpered. “If I could go back and change it I would. I would’ve loved you properly, cherished you..” he begged.

“God!” you whimpered to yourself. “Why did you do this to me?! I was happy! I had a boyfriend!” you cried, angrily.

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry,” he continued to apologize.

“I’m not some fucking reward you can claim when you feel like it! I loved you! I thought if I worked harder, tried harder, that you would start to love me! I was praying you’d change for me!” you continued to shout. “Are you that damaged that you had to break someone else to make yourself feel better?”

“I was 16! I never felt the way I felt for you with anyone in my life! How was I supposed to react? Tell me! What was I supposed to do?!” he shouted back.

You sobbed into your hand.

“I know this doesn’t justify all the shitty things I’ve done to you. You endured things no one should have to experience,” he explained.

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“Y/N, I’m telling you not because I want you to forgive me! I’m going to sign the papers regardless. All I wanted was to be honest about my feelings for once in my goddamn life,” he said.

You blinked slowly, letting the remaining tears in your eyes fall. You took a deep breath in. “When were you able to tell?”

“Our wedding night,” he answered. “Watching you walk down the aisle in that white dress. You took my breath away and in that moment I knew. I knew I loved you this whole time. It was never about competing with Jaebum. I was just afraid to let myself fall in love.”

“If you loved me so much, why did you sleep with other women? Why did you cheat?”

“Because with them, I never had to worry about falling in love. They mean nothing to me,” he explained.

“But they don’t know that! They think you like them that’s why they sleep with you, Jinyoung.”

“They know I’m married.”

“To someone you don’t love. They think they can Mrs. Park one day,” you sighed. “Stop playing with people’s feelings. Don’t hurt anyone else,” you asked, nicely. You paused, “If there’s one last thing you can do for me is learn to let go. What your Father did to your Mother was unfair and cruel but you don’t have to repeat the pattern. Learn to love the people you’re supposed to love. You’ll find that you have more people on your side than you know.”

“Will you be?”

“Oh Jinyoung…” you called out as you reached for his hand. You gripped it tightly. “I will always be on your side even if I’m not physically there with you.”

There was a light knock on the door. You let go of Jinyoung’s hand and wiped the leftover tears on your cheeks away.

“Come in,” he called.

“The papers are finalized. All that’s left is your signature.” The lawyers handed you each a pen. You scanned through the document until you reached the bottom of the page.

“I know you don’t want money but it will always be here if you need it. You just call me, okay?” Jinyoung asked, softly. You nodded but you knew you would never be calling him.

You uncapped the pen and began signing with Jinyoung following suite until you reached the final page.

This was it. No more Jinyoung.

“If we can do this over again, would you?” Jinyoung asked, spontaneously. “If you knew what you know now, would you still have said yes to me?”

You looked up from the papers and stared at him - taking in all his features one the last time. “Yes.” You scribbled your signature on the last page before standing up. “Goodbye Jinyoung. Take care.”

Four months. Four months of no pain, no tears, no Jinyoung. You moved away from the city to get away from the fast pace lifestyle, the busy streets and the people. You were content here. You spent your days helping an old couple sell fruit and pies in a small shop by a rest stop. The pay wasn’t nearly as much as a corporation but it didn’t matter to you. You could finally be yourself. You didn’t have to worry about being the perfect wife or worry if your husband loved you enough to come home that night. All that seemed trivial here.

“How much are the apple pies?” you hear someone asked. You scurried out to the front to greet the customer.

“They’re $5-” you began to respond before coming to a stop as you laid eyes on the man in front of you. “I- how did you know I was here?”

“I didn’t,” he responded. “I was taking your advice and finally letting go. I gave up my position at the company and decided to move here to live a more simple life.”

“Why here?”

“I-I don’t know...this was the first place I thought of,” he mumbled. “I guess I remembered you saying how much you wanted to move here when it was time to retire.”

“You remembered that?”

“Of course I do. I remember everything you told me even if it seemed like I wasn’t listening,” he explained. “So how much are the pies?”

“$5 each,” you said hesitantly as you handed him a pie.

“I honestly didn’t come here to purposely look for you. I know the last thing you wanted was to see me. I can leave if it bothers you,” he offered.

“No...who am I to not allow you to be here.”

“Okay then. I’ll see you around then,” he smiled before waving goodbye.

You returned the smile and watched him drive away. You thought you would be angry seeing him; maybe even feel hurt. But nothing. You didn’t feel any of those things. In fact, your heart raced at the sight of him.

Maybe this was fate. Maybe it was God’s way of telling you this is your second chance.

Whatever it was, no matter how it ends this time, you knew it wasn’t going to hurt as much as the first.

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