#got7 office

[park-king-lot]

Babi best boy 🥺 let me go cry at the corner

[gregor-samsa-said-i-could]

So I decided to start writing fanfiction again... Still a little unsure but I really missed it so I'll.juat leave this here

Behind Closed Doors

Las normas de la empresa lo establecían claramente: "Está prohibido establecer relaciones amorosas dentro de la empresa"

Sin embargo...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62211316

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(BTS)

Namjoon (RM)

take it off by @jjungkookislife (fluff/smut)

snowed in by @eclipsethemagic (fluff/smut)

new parent syndrome by @1kook (fluff/comfort/smut)

closer by @lo1k-diamonds (fluff/smut)

it's december by @smoochkooks (fluff/angst/comfort/smut)

just the tip by @joon4eva (fluff/smut)

closer by @joon4eva (fluff/smut)

existential questions by @champagneher (fluff/smut)

when the leaves turn red by @pars-ley (fluff/smut)

baby fever by @95rkives (fluff)

back theory by @sopiloveshobi (smut)

staged romance by @aelinad (fluff/angst/smut)

naked by @muniimyg (fluff/smut)

connected by @7ndipity (fluff/smut)

perfect plan (series) by @mortallydeepestobservation (individual warnings)

dirty thoughts by @mytaegiheart (smut)

kinktober: anal by @jjungkookislife (smut)

rumor has it by @jjungkookislife (fluff/smut)

touch by @jjungkookislife (fluff/smut)

Jimin

heartburn (series) by @jiminrings (individual warnings)

Jungkook

navigating tides by @jjungkookislife (fluff/angst/smut)

kinktober: cockworship by @jjungkookislife (smut)

(STRAY KIDS)

bf! (texts) by @imfoive (individual warnings)

slow makeouts by @bbokicidal (fluff/smut)

Felix

cupid's shot by @jeonginsleftcheek (fluff/angst)

home by @jeonginsleftcheek (fluff)

at the office by @jeonginsleftcheek (smut)

husband felix by @cheeseceli (fluff)

Bang Chan

Hyunjin

Dolly by @jeonginsleftcheek (fluff/smut)

at the office by @jeonginsleftcheek (smut)

(GOT7)

cramps (texts) by @lxvemaze (individual warnings)

friends and lovers by @kathaelipwse (individual warnings)

Jackson Wang

he wants a baby by @csprint (fluff/smut)

in my bed by @spacequokka by (fluff)

acts of intimacy by @mykoreanlove (smut)

BamBam

Jinyoung

blurred lines (series) by @papikakashikanh (individual warnings)

text divider credit: @kodaswrld

[justawritterwithideas]

never his type | park jinyoung

summary: a little inspiration from lee youngji's “small girl”. I've always known that I'm not the kind of girl Jinyoung would choose. I'm not delicate, I'm not reserved, I don't fit into his perfect world. Besides, he only sees me as his friend. So I decided to stop trying, to let him go and live without expecting anything from him, and for the first time, to look in another direction without expecting that he will look back at me. But why does it seem like every time I try to pull away, the more he tries to get closer? warnings: I haven't written an au in a long time, so there might be some poor writing, beyond that a lot of mixed feelings, fluff, jinyoung!coworker, AAAAAAAA I loved writing this. this story is a jinyoung x fem y/n, hope you like it. words: 8,316 words. (ohmy) a/n: it's been a while since I last wrote, but I was in a creative slump for a long time where I didn't like anything or had no motivation to write, but recently got7 made a comeback and I said 'why not?' also, I've noticed that there isn't much got7 content on tumblr, so I hope you like this one, I really enjoyed writing it and finding myself again. i want to remind you that English is not my first language, so if there are mistakes I hope you will forgive me :( thank u, TQM.

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“Baby, would you still love me?

Though I got a big laugh, big voice, and big personality

Would you guarantee?

‘Small Girl’, Lee Young Ji.

They say that love is not forced, that if you have to beg for someone's attention, then it's not worth it. But no one tells you what to do when your heart is stubborn, when it insists on beating harder for someone who barely notices you.

I knew it from the beginning.

Jinyoung would never look at me the way I looked at him.

Because I'm not his type.

I'm not the discreet, elegant girl he usually likes, and that's okay.

Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself while I change the name of his contact on my phone and promise myself, once again, that this time I'm going to get over it.

But of course, saying I'm going to get over him is easy. The problem is actually doing it.

Because even if I delete our pictures together, even if I promise myself that this is the last time I let it affect me, the next day I'm still in the same place. Sitting in the usual coffee shop, surrounded by the same people, with Jinyoung on the other side of the table, laughing at something one of our co-workers said.

And, by inertia, my eyes search for him.

Memorize him.

His laugh, the way his eyes close a little when he's really enjoying himself, how he runs a hand through his hair when he's concentrating.

Little habits that I shouldn't notice, that shouldn't matter, but are engraved in me.

I take a deep breath. No more.

I'm going to forget you.

I'm going to stop liking you.

Because yes, today will be different.

Today, for the first time, I won't wait for you to look back at me.

Today, I will finally stop liking Park Jinyoung.

That's a promise.

But to be honest, I don't know exactly when or how I started to like Jinyoung, I think one day happened and that's it, there was no turning back.

Although I do remember the first time we met.

I think it was April, or maybe May, or something like that, a month where flowers were beginning to appear on the trees along with the first signs of the return of the warm sun in Seoul.

It had been a busy few weeks, probably the busiest I'd had since coming to this place. Work had multiplied after my partner's maternity leave, so all her work was now mine as well and it was starting to pile up next to the work I had accumulated for weeks on my desk.

I remember that my blouse was bothering me and my pants were not warm enough for the cold office, which was hiding from the sun's rays. In desperation because of the cold, I decided to escape from my pile of earrings to get some sun on the terrace, knowing that I might get a scolding.

But at that moment, I didn't care; I wasn't going to let someone else catch a cold when spring was in full bloom.

As I waited for the elevator, intending to escape in it, the metal doors opened revealing my boss accompanied by someone else. I felt that karma was playing against me for my actions, but at that instant my mind was not for worries.

In fact, his attention was on the young man in front of me and how I had suddenly forgotten how to breathe, leaving the air trapped in my lungs. His black suit perfectly marked his figure, his glasses, always sliding down the bridge of his nose, gave him an added charm, and his lotion....

God, his lotion was almost as mesmerizing as his gaze.

“Miss Kim, how nice to find you around.”

My supervisor's voice snapped me out of the trance that was beginning to cloud my mind.

“I want to introduce you to Mr. Park, Park Jinyoung, he will be your new partner until Miss Yun returns from leave.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kim.”

I don't know how long I stared at Jinyoung, but it was probably my flushed face and the awkwardness of my response that caused him to laugh.

From that day on, we became inseparable.

In my eyes, he was the spitting image of a prince out of a fairy tale. From head to toe, he looked like the perfect man. But it wasn't just his looks that captivated me, it was the way he was that made me fall more in love with him every day.

I loved that every morning he would greet me and talk to me until our workday began. That, throughout the day, he would give me little treats to keep me energized. That he would accompany me to lunch, even if he had already finished his lunch break. That he would wait for me in the elevator so that we could go to the bus stop together and that, without saying so, he would let a few buses go by just so he could stay a little longer by my side.

But to be honest... was there anything I didn't like about Jinyoung?

Ah, yes.

There was something.

I didn't like that I wasn't his type.

One day, as I was on my way to deliver some papers to Marketing, I saw Jinyoung and a couple of friends sitting around having a coffee. My feet were hurrying towards them to greet them but my brain slowed them down, hearing the question Jaebeom had asked the brunette before they could see me coming.

“What about you Jinyoung, what kind of girls do you like?”

My heart began to beat fast, almost as if I had run a full marathon without stopping. Like a coward, I hid behind a pillar while I listened to their conversation.

Yes, it was disrespectful of me to listen to someone else's conversation, but I couldn't move. I didn't know if it was my body or my heart that had decided to leave me there, listening to the dialogue between them.

“Well, I don't have an exact type.”

I breathed again.

“Don't lie, I know you have one” A second voice spoke.

My eyes caught the silhouette of BamBam, who was playfully slapping his hyung.

“Don't be shy, Jinyoungie. Tell us, we are friends.”

It seemed that the pressure caused by the pair had made Jinyoung succumb to their question, who was starting to rub the back of his neck before answering them.

“Okay, okay... Well, I like girls shorter than me, I don't really have a preference in hair color but I think blondes look good, they look pretty. Maybe that they're discreet, elegant, that I feel like I can introduce her to my parents without fear that they might reject her, that they don't talk or laugh too much, I don't know! Right, that's enough.”

Shit.

My body froze.

Suddenly, I could feel the coffee I had drunk in the morning getting stuck in my throat, unable to move from my spot.

I stood there, my fingers clenching tightly around the papers I was supposed to deliver, as if to keep my thoughts from spiraling out of control.

Discreet. Elegant. Pleasing in the eyes of her parents.

Definitely, of all the things the man had named.

None of those things were me.

I let out a low sigh and closed my eyes for a second, forcing myself to compose myself. It wasn't like he expected to hear my description on his list, but I wasn't amused to feel so out of it either. Like the possibility didn't even exist.

Nothing on that silly list defined me. If anything really characterized me, it was my outrageous laugh, my sarcastic comments that left more than one person speechless, and my absolute inability to keep quiet when something bothered me. Not to mention, of course, my ridiculous height, which used to surprise anyone upon seeing me for the first time.

And elegant? Well... tripping over my own feet and spouting curses at the worst moment definitely didn't fall into that category.

I pursed my lips and glanced sideways again.

Jinyoung was smiling with the confidence of someone who thought he was pretty clear on what he wanted. But if he was so sure, why did he feel the need to justify himself so much?

I forced myself to let go of the papers in my hands and smooth them out with my fingers, playing with the edge of them. It was then that a small smile appeared on my lips.

“Of all the things you mentioned, Jinyoung, none of them fit me,” I thought, feeling a spark of amusement mixed with something else, something I didn't want to admit. “It's almost like I'm exactly the kind of girl that terrifies you.”

I bit my lip, fighting the temptation to laugh. But not a happy laugh, but the kind that sounded more like a resigned sigh.

“Oh, noona!”

A shiver ran through my body when I heard BamBam's voice calling me. As best I could, I recomposed the expression on my face and turned around, looking at the trio in front of me.

“Mhm? Oh, guys, what's wrong?”

“What are you doing here, is something wrong?”

Quick. Make something up.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to check with you guys to see if you knew if Seojun was at his desk, I was asked to deliver some papers to him before he went out to lunch.”

“I'm not sure, in fact I think he already went out, but we can-”

“You're bleeding.”

Jinyoung's voice brought me back to earth, feeling his hands wrap around mine and watching as blood gushed out and stained the papers.

“Let me tend to you, let's go get something to nurse-”

“Don't worry, Jinyoung. I'll go to the bathroom and then I'm going to redo these papers.”

“But it's almost time to eat and your finger...”

“Don't worry, I'll stop by today from lunch, I have to deliver this urgently, don't worry. Excuse me.”

As best I could, I bowed and slipped out of there.

That day was the beginning of something I didn't know how to stop.

After that, I started to distance myself. At first, it was just small, almost imperceptible details. I avoided spending too much time in the same spaces as him, I let conversations with the group flow without looking for his gaze, and I even forced myself not to react when he said something that would normally make me respond in search of some reaction from him. It wasn't difficult, at least at first. I kept telling myself that it was for the best, that there was no point in holding on to something that clearly had no place in his world.

But Jinyoung... he didn't make it easy.

Every time I thought I had found a balance, something about him would push me back. A genuine concern, a warmer-than-normal smile, the way he always seemed to notice when something was bothering me before others did. Details that shouldn't mean that much, but to my misfortune, they did.

And so, while I tried to pull away, he kept tugging at an invisible string that tied me to his orbit, even without realizing it.

Until one day I looked at my reflection and understood that my heart was not only frayed...but that every show of affection from him was making it break a little more.

“Noona, are you okay?”

BamBam's voice snapped me out of my trance. I blinked several times, snapping back to the present. We were in a coffee shop with the team, the murmur of conversations and the sound of cups clinking against plates filled the atmosphere. I hadn't even realized I had stopped listening.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah... I was just thinking about a few things.”

Jinyoung looked at me from across the table. It seemed that my disconnection to the atmosphere had caused him some strangeness, trying to tell me something through his gaze, something I couldn't quite make out.

I removed myself in my seat, uncomfortable.

“Wow, she looked so serious I thought she was planning world domination or something” Youngjae joked, making me let out a forced laugh.

I forced myself to pick up my glass and take a sip. I didn't want them to notice anything weird. I didn't want him to notice something was wrong.

But I knew it wouldn't be long before he did. Because Jinyoung always noticed those things.

And that was just the problem.

My phone vibrated in my bag, causing me to rummage through my things before I saw the screen.

Jinyoung: hey, u okay?

My eyes searched for him, catching him in the way he was watching me from across the table, almost crossing me. A subtle smile, almost impossible to discover whether it was a lie or not, came across my face, accompanying a soft nod of my head.

               Me: yeah, don't worry! :)

I went back to watching him, trying to connect with the conversation the group was carrying so that I could look interested and laugh at whatever they were talking about, unconcerned with the man in the other corner.

It seemed to have been a success when he reconnected to the flow of the others.

When the coffee had cooled and everyone looked pretty interested in leaving, the conversation was over, and being honest I don't even remember 80% of what we had talked about that night. Gradually the goodbyes began to be heard, as well as the sound of cars leaving the place.

To my misfortune, not having a car tied me to public transportation, occupying an app or asking others if they could get me as close to home as possible.

“Are you leaving already?”

My heart gave a slight flip when I heard his voice, but my mind forcefully suppressed it. I turned to meet Jinyoung, who had stopped beside me with his hands in his pockets and that calm expression that always seemed so natural on him.

“Something like that,” I replied lightly, glancing at my cell phone screen again. “I'm seeing if an Uber or taking the bus is more feasible.”

“Don't worry, I'll get you closer to your hou-”

“Oppa!”

Our conversation was interrupted by a third party, causing all attention to focus on the newcomer.

Jia, Choi Jia.

Remember the list of things Jinyoung had said earlier about his ideal girl? Well, somehow, everything about her fit perfectly with the description the boy had given that day.

Short, elegant, discreet. Her long blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, and her sweet smile seemed designed to win over any strict mother. She was the kind of girl who didn't raise her voice any louder than necessary, who always knew how to behave at the right moment.

In other words, his ideal type.

And, of course, she knew it.

I barely turned around to see her approaching with a beaming smile, holding Jinyoung's arm with familiarity.

“Let's go together! Our house is in the same direction, remember?”

A knot formed in my stomach before I could help it.

Of course, how had I forgotten?

Jia and Jinyoung lived in the same area.

It was almost as if fate was playing all its cards so that our paths wouldn't come together in any way.

He blinked, confused, as if he had just remembered that detail. “Oh... right.”

“It's perfect,” she continued, not letting go of his arm. “That way you don't have to take a detour.”

Jinyoung hesitated for a second and his gaze rested on me, as if he was still considering his original offer.

But I saw it in his eyes... he wasn't going to say no to Jia.

And I had no intention of just standing there waiting for him to do so.

“It's okay, don't worry, Jinyoung,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “I'll take the bus, it's fine.”

“But-”

“Noona!”

Another voice interrupted me before Jinyoung could continue speaking. BamBam approached with the phone in his hand and an excited expression.

“Where are you going now, noona?”

“I'm going to catch the bus.”

“No noona! A friend is coming to pick me up and he can bring you closer to your house too, he's in the same direction where we're going. He has no problem with you joining us on our journey.”

I inwardly thanked him for his sudden intervention and nodded quickly. “Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience anyone.”

“Trust me, you won't.” He said with a mischievous grin. “Besides, it sure will do him good to meet more people.”

Just then, and almost falling from the sky, the lights of a black car illuminated part of the parking lot as it pulled up in front of us.

“There he is,” BamBam announced, raising his hand in greeting.

The driver's door opened, and out stepped a tall boy with somewhat tousled dark hair and a calm but attentive expression. His sharp features were accentuated by the dim street lighting, and the way he moved, with a natural, effortless confidence, made him instantly catch the eye.

BamBam smiled proudly before making introductions.

“Hyung, hey!”

Jinyoung, who was still beside me, straightened his shoulders slightly. Jia tilted her head curiously and I just stood static, watching the man arriving to join us.

“This is Mark.” The boy greeted everyone with a simple nod, trying to decipher our names. “Hyung, this is Jia, Jinyoung hyung and my noona, that's who we'll be taking today, our new traveling companion.”

“Bam's famous noona, it's a relief to finally give her a face.” A smile broke out on my face as he finished speaking, thanking the heavens that the subject had suddenly changed his direction.

“I hope he spoke only wonders about me.”

“Oh, of course he did. In fact, I don't think he was able to shut up after I asked him.”

Mark's laughter was catching in the air, causing me to laugh along with him as well. But despite that instant of grace, I could feel Jinyoung's steady gaze burn into my back.

“Don't talk about me like I'm not here! Hyung, noona!”

As if by magic, I felt again that there were people around us, forgetting the feelings that were wrapping around me a couple of minutes ago.

“If you're going to keep laughing at me like that, then we'd better leave, I don't want to be humiliated by you guys anymore!”

I shook my head in amusement as I watched him get into the car, turning my gaze back to Jinyoung and his new co-driver.

“It was nice meeting you guys, I hope we can meet more often.”

Mark's voice broke the silence, echoing softly in the air before he bowed goodbye and got into the car.

Just then, my eyes met Jinyoung's, and my heart raced without warning. I didn't understand why I felt this way so suddenly, but in his gaze there was something... something he was trying to tell me, just like in the cafeteria a couple of minutes ago.

“Well... Get home safely. See you Monday.”

I raised my hand in a farewell gesture before turning to get into the car. But, at that precise moment, a gentle tug on my clothes made me stop.

To my surprise, Jinyoung was holding me. His face reflected an urgency that unsettled me. His lips, as red as an apple, seemed to have been bitten just a few seconds ago. His eyes roamed my face with intensity, as if desperately searching for an answer in it, as if what he wanted to tell me was trapped between us.

With a thread of a voice, I barely managed to ask, “What's wrong, Pepi?”

He opened his mouth, his tongue was pressing against the inside of his cheek, as if the words were on the tip, ready to come out. But they didn't. His grip on my clothes became firmer, as if he was trying to keep me from leaving without hearing what he had to tell me.

But in the end... nothing.

I felt his grip loosen until his hand fell to his side.

“It's nothing, sorry.”

My chest tightened with inexplicable frustration.

“Oh... it's okay.”

A wave of disappointment washed over me from head to toe. I wanted him to speak, to let out those words I was holding back. That he would give me a reason to stay a few seconds longer. But he didn't.

So I just sighed and mumbled a goodbye, before finally getting into the car.

The goodbye had been brief, but the weight of what was left unsaid hung in the air.

The car started up, gliding nimbly between the streets. From the back seat, I watched the city lights fleetingly flash past the window, as Mark and BamBam's voice mingled in distant conversation.

“Noona, how far are we from your house?”

BamBam's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I blinked a couple of times before leaning in slightly to look at him.

“Ah... Not much, about ten more minutes.”

I tried to sound natural, but my mind was still trapped in the instant I had shared with Jinyoung. Or rather, in what we did not share. Something inside me told me that he had wanted to talk, that he had been on the verge of doing so, but something stopped him.

Was it fear, was it doubt, or was he just not as important as I thought he was?

Mark seemed focused on the road, his face serene, but BamBam was watching me with a curious glint in his eye.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a lopsided smile, as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind.

I didn't answer right away. Instead, I forced a smile.

“Yeah, I'm just tired.”

BamBam let out a slight sigh and shrugged. “If you say so, noona.”

The rest of the ride passed in comfortable silence, interrupted only by the murmur of the radio and the occasional conversation between the two of them. For my part, I watched the lights of the city go by, turning the matter over again and wondering what would have happened if Jinyoung had spoken.

Soon after, I could see the cluster of buildings where my home was. The car came to a complete stop and that's when I just opened the door to get out of the car.

“Thank you so much for approaching me, Mark.”

“No problem, besides you were just passing by.”

“Good night, guys. Thanks again.”

Setting my feet on solid ground, I waved goodbye to them one more time before turning around. However, like déjà vu, something once again got in my way, preventing me from moving forward.

“Noona.”

My stride stopped and I turned to look at him.

“If you want to talk about whatever happened back there...you know where to find me.”

His words were playful, but there was something genuine in his tone. I was silent for a moment before smiling sincerely.

“I know, thank you, Bam.”

The next thing I heard was the car start up and drive off into the darkness of the night, as I headed for my apartment.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I let out a long, tired sigh. I leaned against the wood and closed my eyes, letting all the oxygen in my body go out of my mouth.

It seemed like all my attempts to get away from Jinyoung wanted to be put on pause, almost as if fate finally wanted to give me some of what I prayed so hard for before I went to sleep.

But I couldn't give in to the slightest bit of attention he was giving me, I had to be strong enough to be able to overcome these feelings that were blossoming more and more in me.

I had promised.

I had promised myself.

Be that as it may.

I'm going to stop liking you, Jinyoung.

Despite all my attempts to forget what happened on Friday and turn the page, I had spent the whole weekend with my mind trapped in that moment with Jinyoung.

I relived the scene over and over again, searching in his gaze, in his body language, in every little gesture, for some clue as to what he really wanted to tell me.

But after so much thought, I came to the conclusion that if he didn't say it, maybe it wasn't as important as I thought.

Maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Maybe, at the last second, he realized that what he wanted to tell me wasn't worth it. Or worse, maybe there was never anything to say.

So I decided to dismiss it. There was no point in going on and on about it and gnawing at my head.

By the time Monday came around, I had buried the issue in the back of my mind, focusing on what really mattered: work.

It is clear that Mondays are always the worst day of the week, but it seemed that today was set to be the worst of all. Apparently all the meetings had been scheduled for that day.

I had barely seen the shadow of Jinyoung's silhouette all day, he had been going up and down the elevator loaded with papers, at the same time that I was moving from one room to another to have all the meetings that could exist in the world.

We didn't cross a single word all day.

There were no morning greetings, no pauses for conversation, no little sweets left on my desk.

And though I repeated to myself that I needn't have minded, a part of me couldn't help but notice.

Between all the work and the small but possible breaks there were to rest, it suddenly got dark and again I was at the entrance of the building, seeing if it was more economical to order an Uber or walk to wait for the bus.

“Are you waiting for the prices to go down?”

Jinyoung's voice interrupted my internal debate, lifting my gaze from the screen and observing the brown-haired man. I couldn't help but scan him, he was wearing a casual outfit but one that didn't lose that hint of elegance he always used to have, he looked perfect.

“Something like that, but I don't think it's going to happen.” I shrugged my shoulders before I could stow the phone in my bag, watching him once again.

“Let's go together.”

His sudden proposal caught me off guard, feeling the pounding of my heart echoing in my chest. A soft blush settled on my cheeks, noticing how Jinyoung gave me one of those smiles that generated butterflies in my stomach.

But before I could say anything, a familiar voice interrupted that scene.

“Ah, noona!”

An elated BamBam appeared in front of us, who looked like he had run so he could meet us.

“We were looking for you.”

“We?”

As soon as that question escaped my mouth, Mark appeared at the side of the young man, who gave him a small pat on the back before looking at me.

“We're going in the same direction as last time. If you want, we can take you again.”

My gaze shifted from BamBam to Mark, and then to Jinyoung.

For the first time that day, he seemed at a loss for words.

His expression tensed for a brief moment before he regained his neutral gesture, as if the interruption didn't affect him in the least.

“Oh guys, excuse me but-”

“You guys go ahead. I'll take the bus. Actually, I have to go somewhere else, I'm meeting someone.”

The echo of Jinyoung's voice made me turn around, noticing how suddenly his expression had changed just like his previous proposition, once again.

His tone was calm, almost indifferent.

But something about the way he averted his gaze and how quickly he ended the conversation made me feel a small twinge in my chest.

Before I could say anything, he had already turned and was walking away down the street with his hands in his pockets.

Mark and BamBam were silent for a few seconds, exchanging quick glances with each other before looking back at me.

They knew something had happened, but neither asked.

“Shall we go, noona?” said BamBam finally, in his usually nonchalant tone, as if he hadn't just noticed how strange the whole exchange had been.

My gaze didn't leave Jinyoung's backpack until it disappeared around the corner, feeling again like there was something he had wanted to say but ended up vanishing into thin air.

“Yeah, let's go.”

The rest of the week went along pretty much the same way.

Whenever it seemed that Jinyoung was going to approach me to tell me something, BamBam and Mark would appear out of nowhere with their usual:

Noona, come on, we'll give you a ride.

At first, I didn't think anything of it.

It was a nice gesture on their part and actually saved me from taking public transportation.

But after the third, the fourth, the fifth time... I started to notice it.

And I wasn't the only one.

Every time it happened, Jinyoung would clench his jaw for barely a second before immediately relaxing, as if reminding himself not to react.

Every time BamBam would appear with his carefree smile, I would watch out of the corner of my eye as Jinyoung would avert his gaze, pretending that it didn't bother him at all.

Whenever Mark would make a simple nod of his head to signal me to leave, Jinyoung would clench his fists slightly, as if he was holding something back.

But he never said anything.

He never complained.

He never tried to avoid it.

And yet, that restrained annoyance was becoming more and more apparent.

Mark and BamBam began to notice it too.

Their gazes became more curious every time Jinyoung and I crossed paths.

More analytical when Jinyoung feigned indifference.

More amused when it seemed that, for a second, he was about to say something... only to stop and carry on as if nothing had happened.

And I, for one, began to wonder how much longer he could keep holding back before he finally snapped.

Finally it was Friday, and as had become customary, I waited at the entrance for my trusted drivers, they didn't usually take much longer than 10 minutes to show up.

As I waited, I could tell that I was no longer alone, but that there was a second presence beside me.

“Shall I keep you company?”

My face turned the instant I saw Jinyoung next to me, noticing how he was arranging his glasses on the bridge of his nose. A smile broke out on my face, nodding softly at his offer.

“Will you go with them again?”

I nodded once more, watching his face turn that relaxation into tension as he confirmed what it seemed he didn't want to hear.

“It's a nice gesture on them to approach me, plus I save some money that way.”

Jinyoung let out a small laugh, but it didn't sound genuine. Rather, it sounded like he was trying to downplay something he didn't particularly enjoy.

“Yeah, right... a nice gesture.”

He didn't say anything else, just looked down and gently kicked the ground with the toe of his shoe.

A small silence formed between us.

It wasn't awkward, but there was something about his posture, the way his jaw tensed and his hands remained inside his coat pockets, that made me think he was holding back from saying something else.

But before I could break the silence that had formed, the vibration of my phone interrupted us.

               Bam: Noona, sorry but we're going to be a little late.

My brow furrowed, trying to figure out what was going on with the little context that message had delivered.

A second notification came through.

               Bam: Mark is stuck in traffic and I'm having a tummy crisis.

               Bam: I didn't have to eat that much kimchi for lunch.

               Bam: Go ahead noona, don't wait for us.

I quickly answered that message to stop worrying them and put the cell phone back in its place, letting out a soft sigh.

“Looks like my attempt to save ends today.”

“And that?”

I turned and looked at the man, who was looking at me as he arranged his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Mark and Bam won't be able to take me today” I let out a small chuckle before noticing Jinyoung's face relax. “I'll start walking or I'll miss the bus.”

My feet stomped to the stop, but it seemed the echo of my footsteps weren't the only thing I heard.

“I can give you a ride if you like!”

 My footsteps paused for a moment. I wasn't sure if I had heard correctly or if my mind was playing a joke on me. I turned to him with a slight nod.

“Huh?”

Jinyoung cleared his throat, as if he himself was surprised by his own offer. He settled his glasses on the bridge of his nose and repeated more firmly.

“That I can give you a ride if you like.”

“Since when do you have a car?” A smile tugged at my lips, noticing how the man moved closer.

“Since Jackson stopped borrowing mine and decided to buy one.”

“He finally has his own car, good for him” We both shared a laugh, feeling how we were back to feeling as comfortable as before. “I was already pretty sure he was going to end up buying your car from you.”

“Thank heavens no, so I can now offer you a ride.”

Again that look.

That look that wanted to say everything but at the same time his mouth said nothing, with that gleam that illuminated his pretty eyes, and how not to forget those pink lips-.

Stop it, stop thinking about it.

My head shook, pushing away those thoughts that, once again, invaded my head again. I relaminated my lips before regaining my composure, watching Jinyoung, who seemed quite interested in my sudden action.

“So, shall we go?”

I hesitated for a second.

Would this really do me any good?

There was no answer to that but if I wanted to get over it, this was the way to do it, putting myself to the test one last time.

“Yeah, come on.”

We both shared a smile before we could walk to the car.

The drive began with a quietness that didn't feel uncomfortable. Jinyoung drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the window, while I absentmindedly looked out of mine, feeling the warmth of the sunset tint the city in orange hues.

“If you want, you can play music,” he said suddenly, without taking his eyes off the road.

“Are you sure you trust my playlist?” I joked, grabbing his phone that already had the music app open.

“If it's still this chaotic, probably not.”

I let out a laugh as I started to slide through his playlists.

“Do you actually still have this playlist?” I asked, surprised to see one in particular.

“Which one?”

“The one we made together when we first started working together, with the most ridiculous songs we could find.”

Jinyoung laughed low, shaking his head.

“I didn't have the heart to erase it.”

“Oh, come on, Jinyoung. Tell the truth,” I lightly nudged his arm ‘you love listening to ABBA when you're alone in the car.’

“If you keep that comment up, I'll drop you off at the next corner.”

We both broke into laughter, feeling that distance that had appeared between us over the past few days begin to fade.

It felt right.

It felt... natural.

As the music played softly in the background, we continued to chat, picking up old jokes and creating new ones in the process, almost feeling like the distance that had been generated had brought us closer, where we were once again the same people who would scold each other for not stopping talking after a meeting.

At some point in the conversation, our best memories began to surface, feeling my stomach ache with every laugh we let out.

“It wasn't my fault!” Jinyoung protested with laughter.

“What do you mean it wasn't your fault! You left me stuck in the meeting room because you 'thought I was already gone'!”

“I did it under pressure.”

“Pressure from what?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Pressure from wanting to leave quickly before I got caught in another meeting.”

I let out another laugh, gently punching his arm. I could see how the traffic light had changed to red, giving us a break from the laughter we had been sharing since we got in the car.

Jinyoung ran a hand through his hair, blurting out a sentence that chilled me to the bone.

“I missed this, I missed you.”

The sound of cars passing around us seemed to fade for a moment. My breath caught in my chest as my mind processed his words.

I missed this, I missed you.

It was not an elaborate confession, not a speech full of carefully chosen words. It was simple, sincere and, above all, unexpected.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye, watching his fingers drum softly on the steering wheel, a nervous gesture I rarely saw from him. His eyes were fixed on the red light of the traffic light, but the tension in his jaw gave away that he was waiting for an answer.

No, he was begging for an answer.

I couldn't lie to my own feelings, so I was honest with him.

“Me too” I whispered, almost without realizing it.

Jinyoung turned his face slowly toward me, as if he wasn't sure he had heard right. My gaze met his, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel the need to look away.

The traffic light changed to green, but neither of us reacted immediately. A car horn behind us broke the moment, bringing us back to reality.

Jinyoung cleared his throat slightly before tightening his grip on the steering wheel and continuing to drive.

The silence between us was no longer awkward, but charged with something else. Something that hovered in the air, making me feel more aware of his presence, of the accelerated heartbeat in my chest, of how my skin bristled every time our arms accidentally brushed.

The rest of the trip was calmer, sharing different opinions of events that had happened in the office, almost as if we were both trying to avoid the recent confession we had had.

Sooner or later we had arrived at the apartment complex. My eyes averted their gaze from the large buildings to Jinyoung, who was watching me uneasily.

“Thanks for the ride, Pepi.” A new smile broke out on my face, fixing me as he shared his with me as well.

“No problem, it's no trouble.”

“Be careful coming back, okay?”

Before I could leave, I felt my hands itch, almost needing to do something else. Hesitant to do so, I simply let my instinct decide for me.

I leaned in slightly and deposited a kiss on his cheek, barely a brush, but just enough to feel the warmth of his skin against my lips.

Jinyoung seemed to freeze, as if trying to process what had just happened. I didn't wait to see his reaction. I turned quickly and got out of the car, feeling my heart hammering in my chest.

As soon as the cool night air enveloped me, I realized something.

I wasn't going to move forward like this.

If I kept hiding behind small, contained displays of affection, half-hearted moments and unspoken words, I would never get out of this emotional tangle.

“Agh, what a fool.” I muttered to myself, keeping my pace steady down that path.

I took a breath of air, clenching my fists. I couldn't go on at this in-between point. I was determined.

As I was about to take the first step away from there, ready to stop fantasizing about something that was never going to happen, his voice reached me.

“Wait! Y/N!”

Jinyoung didn't shout often, and the fact that he did so now took me by surprise. I turned instinctively, and before I could react, he was already in front of me, breathing in agitation from catching up to me so quickly.

“Jinyoung... What are you doing, why are you here?”

“Are you still going with them?”

His question surprised me a little.

Had he run that far to ask me that?

“What? What do you mean?”

“If Mark and Bambam keep telling you to go with them, will you?”

I stared at him, sensing that his question had a second meaning. I didn't mean it because of the way he said it or the context, but because, for the first time, his eyes were watching me and telling me what they had hidden so much, what caused that special gleam in them.

“I-I, uhm, I don't know, I think-”

“You don't have to go with them. Let's go together.”

His voice sounded firm, but there was something else in his tone: a silent plea, a truth that had been holding back too long.

I stood still, feeling my chest shrink with unexpected warmth. My mouth felt dry and all the words I had thought of at that moment had vanished, feeling lost in the intense gaze Jinyoung held.

“I don't want to keep watching you walk away” He whispered, with the intensity of one who has held on to something too long. “I don't want to keep walking behind you, waiting for you to turn around. I want you to stay. With me.”

The world seemed to stop.

I don't know if it was the way he said it, with that perfect mix of sweetness and conviction, or the way his gaze held me so securely, but I felt my heart stop for a second only to then beat harder.

Jinyoung didn't speak without thinking. And if he said something like that... it was because he really meant it.

“What are you talking about, Jinyoung? W-what? What about Jia?”

As soon as I mentioned the girl's name, it seemed that suddenly his face turned into confusion.

“What does she have to do with it?”

“Please Pepi, it's obvious. She's...”

I struggled to keep my gaze on his, feeling I wasn't strong enough to tell him, to admit what was obvious.

“She's everything you want. From head to toe she's your ideal girl, Jinyoung.”

He took a step forward, eliminating any space between us. My breath hitched as he brought his hand to my face, with the softness of someone who feared he might vanish at any moment. Our gazes reconnected almost instantly, leaving my heart rate to rise again.

“It's not, of course not.”

“Please don't deny it to make me feel better, I heard you.”

My teeth caught my bottom lip, holding back the urge to cry that was starting to grow in my body as I remembered that instant.

“I heard you that time, when Jaebeom asked you what your ideal type of girl was. You described her perfectly, out of your whole list of things, Jia was the spitting image.”

A laugh escaped the boy's lips, feeling that what he had just heard was the funniest thing anyone could have said to him.

“No, it's not true.”

Before I could respond anything, feeling offended at the uncharacteristic way he had called me a liar, he continued speaking.

“She was never my type.”

Jinyoung brought one of his hands to the back of his neck, ruffling his hair a little, as if gathering all the courage he had to finally let out everything he was holding back.

“I made up that list” He finally admitted, his voice laden with a mixture of frustration and something deeper. “Not because Jia was my type... but because if I said what I really liked, Jaebeom and BamBam would have noticed instantly.”

My eyes widened even more, hearing the loud gallop of my heart in my ears. My lips parted in shock.

“Realized? Realized what?”

His eyes bore into mine, serious and vulnerable at the same time.

“That the only person who fit my true description perfectly...was you.”

The air seemed to rush out of my lungs all at once.

“Do you know how many times I was asked that? How many times I wanted to say it?” He moistened his lips and shook his head softly. “But I couldn't. I didn't want them to know before you did...before I had the courage to tell you myself.”

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

“But when they asked me that time...I panicked. I wasn't ready to admit it out loud, not in front of them, not when I didn't even know what you felt. So I made up a list. One different enough that no one would suspect... but generic enough that no one would ask any more questions.”

The truth of his words fell on me like a sure blow. Everything I had taken for granted, everything I had interpreted as fact, crumbled in the face of the confession Jinyoung was regaling me with.

And worst of all... I believed it.

Because there he stood, with his heart fully exposed, with those eyes that had never been as honest as they were in that instant.

“You were never part of my list, because if I said it out loud...everyone would have known it was always you.”

After his confession, the loud sound of my heartbeat and his erratic breathing was all that could be heard at that moment.

“It was always you ever since I met you, ever since I saw you in the elevator. The one that made my heart beat so hard it made me dizzy, the one that made me want to get to work early because then I could start my day seeing you, that made me repeat lunch...” He paused a little before he could smile sincerely, looking at me once more. “The one that made me leave my car at home just so I could walk her to the stop and have a little more time to talk.”

Small tears slid down my cheeks, the way the sincerity of his words had managed to not only alter my heart, but had also broken down every barrier I had built around him.

Jinyoung raised his hand cautiously, watching my face with concern at the sudden tears that were beginning to well up.

“What, why are you crying, did I say something wrong?”

I shook my head softly, trying to hide my own sobs between giggles, feeling a weight lift off my back.

“No, Jinyoungie... It was perfect.”

There was no sign or anything specific, we just knew.

Jinyoung tilted his face slightly, and the instant our breaths intertwined, I knew there was no turning back.

Our lips met in a desired kiss that seemed like it would never happen, as if we were both tasting the sensation, making sure this wasn't a dream. But instantly, the need to be closer enveloped us like an unstoppable current.

The feel of his hands around my waist was firm, seeking not to separate me from him until he decided for himself. A shiver ran down my back as the sweet taste of his breath mingled with mine, and I found myself losing myself in the sensation, in the warmth, in the fact that after all, he had always been there.

Slowly we parted, letting our breaths mingle and our foreheads meet, resting after that whirlwind of feelings we had just unleashed.

Jinyoung smiled, that soft, shy smile that always managed to make me forget everything else.

“Ewww, get a room!”

BamBam's familiar voice made us all jump out of the way, as if we'd been caught doing something forbidden. I felt my cheeks burn as I turned my head and was met with the most embarrassing scene possible: BamBam laughing uproariously, Mark leaning against the car with a knowing half-smile, and Jaebeom with his arms crossed, nodding approvingly.

“How did they...?” I asked in the direction of Jinyoung, who looked even more embarrassed than they did as he cheered us on.

“It's about time, were they planning to keep up that tension until retirement?” Mark's striking voice was next to interrupt the silence, who was fist-bumping with Jaebeom. “You owe me 20,000, Bam.”

“God! Hyung, really, just now? You ruin the moment.”

Instinctively, we both burst into laughter, feeling the tension and embarrassment completely melt away after that moment. Our gazes met once more, and as if the whole world came down to this instant, we kissed again and again under the cover of night.

I always thought I would never be the kind of girl that men liked.

Maybe it was because of my indelicate way of saying things or my innate ability to blurt out the worst comments at the wrong time. Maybe it was also due to my height, which used to surprise many, or the bland color of my hair, which didn't stand out at all.

But that night, as I felt Jinyoung's arms around me gently, his warm breath brushing against my skin and his gaze fixed on me as if I was the only thing that existed, I understood that everything I once thought about myself was meaningless.

Because for him, I was enough.

To him, my outrageous laugh, my sharp sarcasm, and my total inability to keep quiet when something bothered me were not flaws, but part of what he loved about me.

And as his lips met mine again, I knew I didn't need to be anyone else's ideal guy.

Because I was already his.

And that was more than enough.

lots of love, alme ୨ৎ

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober 2024

I likely won't get a full roster this year, but I'll get some things out for you all. Fics to be added to the list once they're close enough to completion that I know they'll be done in time. They will be uploaded to my patreon upon completion, so if you don't want to wait and there is a (date) on the right side of the fic then go check it out exclusively on my patreon. Thank you guys for being so patient and considerate of me.

Loosen Up My Buttons - Seventeen Woozi - Rival office coworks au (9/17/2024)

Red Lights -NCT Yuta - Street Racer Au (9/18/24)

A Secretary's Secret - Oneus Leedo - Drabble - Boss/Secretary Au (9/18/24)

First For Forever - Woodz - Marriage Au (9/22/24)

In Bed Series- Wonho (9/22/24)

Focus - NCT - Jaemin - Established Relationship Drabble (9/23/24)

Stripper Series - Got7 -Jinyoung (9/29/24)

Idol As Your S/O NSFW Ver - EXO - Suho (10/2/24)

Sugar Daddy Series - BTS - JHope (10/2/24)

Hair Ties - Stray Kids - Hyunjin - Historical Au (10/4/24)

Doll - NCT - Taeyong ft. Jeno - Drabble (9/23/24)

In Bed Series - Seventeen - Mingyu (10/3/24)

Stripper Series - Seventeen - Dino (10/6/24)

Something Sannie - Ateez - San - Drabble (10/6/24)

Sexy Mind - Pentagon - Hui - Drabble (10/12/24)

Idol As Your S/O NSFW Ver - Got7 - Jackson (10/12/24)

Sugar Daddy Series - WayV - Hendery (10/12/24)

Such A Switch - Oneus - Hwangwoong - Drabble (10/17/24)

Loosen Up - TXT - Yeonjun - Drabble (10/17/24)

In Bed Series - EXO - DO (10/19/24)

Stripper - Got7 - Youngjae (10/19/24)

Seduction - EXO - Sehun - Drabble (10/21/24)

Easy Nights Back - MosntaX - IM - Drabble (10/21/24)

Idol As Your S/O NSFW Ver - Pentagon - Wooseok (10/22/24)

Sugar Daddy Series - BTS - Jungkook (10/22/24)

Stripper Series - SF9 - Chani (10/25/24)

Idol As Your S/O NSFW ver -Monsta X - Hyungwon (10/26/24)

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Mouse - Yunho

[noona-clock]

The Love Playlist - Part 1

As Got7 have just comeback could I request something with Jaebeom please? I haven't fully recovered from the excitment of yesterday

i know the comeback was a while ago, but i hope you're still excited for this @lostfictionalbee !! thank you so much for your request!

Genre: AU, Fluff, Slice of Life

Pairing: Jaebeom x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 | Words: 2,496

Growing up, nobody ever told you just how exhausting and overwhelming it was being an adult. Your parents had certainly made it look easy; in fact, they'd made it look so easy that your dream as a child had been to grow up and get an office job. The idea of dressing in business casual clothes, taking the train into the city, having your own desk, typing away on a laptop, getting coffee at a quaint cafe just around the corner -- it had all just held so much appeal for you in your younger years. Your most played make-believe game had been one with you as the receptionist for a very high-powered law firm. You'd typed away at an old keyboard, taken calls on a disconnected phone, and filed scribbled-on papers in an empty drawer of the coffee table in your living room.

It had taken almost no time at all after going off to university, majoring in business administration, graduating with honors, and getting a job in HR to realize that your childhood dreams had been highly glamorized and romanticized -- to say the least.

Yes, you enjoyed building a business casual wardrobe and becoming a regular at a locally-owned coffee shop next to your office and making friends with your co-workers.

But the actual work part of it was draining, stressful, and taxing on your mental and emotional health.

Yes, you now made adult money and could afford to buy all the things you'd wanted as a kid.

But after paying for rent, utilities, and groceries every month, it seemed like you hadn't even received a paycheck at all! Where did all your money go?! And how had your parents managed to not only buy a house but also raise children?! It must've helped to have two incomes, but still. If they'd ever been worried about finances, they'd done a great job of hiding it because you'd never known.

When you'd brought all of your woes up to them shortly after admitting to yourself that being an adult wasn't nearly as fun as you'd thought it would be, your mom had answered with a lilting laugh and said, "Of course, it's not fun. It's work. That's why you have to make your own fun."

You'd spent every day since trying to do just that.

After some trial and error (and a bit too much extra money down the drain), you found comfort in a YouTube channel called "Soul Tracks." It was almost like a radio show; the host would go live just about every night to create custom playlists based on listener requests. While you weren't musically gifted in any way, shape, or form, you'd always loved listening to it. Music had the ability to soothe and relax your frayed mind in a way nothing else really could. One night, the Soul Tracks live stream had popped up in your recommended feed, and something about it had drawn you to click on it.

You'd felt a connection to the show almost instantly, and from then on, you tuned in every chance you got -- which was basically every single night.

A few months after becoming a regular listener, you'd even sent in a message to the host -- someone you only knew as DefSoul -- to request your own custom playlist.

Hi DefSoul 😊

I've been listening to Soul Tracks for a few months now, and really, I have to start off by thanking you for sharing your time and talents with us. Your show is so calming to me, and I don't think I've missed an episode since I found your channel.

But the reason I'm writing in is the same reason everyone else writes in: I'm looking for a playlist.

I'm kind of new to this 'adult' thing -- I graduated from university a while ago, and have been working an HR job for a few years, but I still feel like I just became a grown-up. To be honest, I still don't actually feel like a grown-up, but apparently I am.

Anyway. As weird as it sounds, my dream growing up was to work in an office building, and now that I've achieved that dream... it kind of sucks. Not at all what I thought it would be! I guess I'm just feeling lost. Hopeless. Unsure of what life is really all about and who I really am.

Gee, is that all? 😂

You've proven yourself to be a musical genius, so I know whatever you come up with will solve all of my life problems and answer all of my life questions. (Or at least keep me entertained for months on end, which is just as good.)

Feel free to read this on your show -- I'm crossing my fingers that I'm not the only "adult" out there who feels this way.

Thanks 💜

-[Your Username]

Since his livestreams regularly had thousands of viewers, you told yourself that sending in a request was a long shot. He probably got so many messages each day and only had time to read a handful of them. It was very unlikely yours would be one of them.

Lo and behold, just a few days later, you heard the soothing, deep voice you'd come to know so well reading your words for all to hear -- well, for all twelve thousand people who were currently listening.

"I can assure you, you're not the only adult who feels this way," DefSoul said after finishing your letter. "I certainly feel that way. Not even sometimes, but most of the time. And I don't know about the whole 'musical genius' thing, but I put together a playlist that I think -- I hope -- will help you settle into those feelings and make a little peace with them."

Your heart was thudding inside your chest as you listened, and as the first song on the playlist -- your playlist!! The playlist DefSoul had made especially for you!! -- began to play, a voice in the back of your head wondered if this is exactly what your mom had meant about finding ways to make your own fun. You felt as giddy as a child right now, so surely it was!

But the giddiness you felt as you'd listened to your personal playlist had been nothing when, the very next day, you'd received an email reply from DefSoul himself.

Hi Y/UN--

I'm hoping you heard that I read your message during my show last night. You mentioned that you hadn't missed an episode since you found my channel, so I think there is a good chance you did. In case you didn't, though, I'm including a link to the replay.

Thanks for sending in your request, and a huge thanks for listening and supporting my channel. It's hard to put into words how much it means to have people actually enjoy what I do. I know I'm lucky to have found my passion and get to do that for a living -- I hope you can find that, too, if that's what you want.

In all honesty, I don't usually reply to messages because I figure that creating a playlist is reply enough. But there was just something about your message that stuck with me. Sure, I've turned my passion into a career, but that doesn't mean I know the answer to all of life's questions. I still feel lost and meaningless, like you said. I really connected with your words, and your playlist feels pretty special to me. (I hope that's not weird.)

I guess I just wanted to reach out and assure you that you're not alone, not by far. And if you ever need someone to talk to and ponder what life is all about, I'm here.

-DefSoul

You couldn't quite believe this was happening. And, worst of all, you had no one to talk to about this! Your closest friends and family knew about your favorite daily livestream, but they didn't really know. Nobody else listened to it or truly understood how much it meant to you.

The fact that you had no one to tell this to didn't stop you from writing him back, though. And you did so almost immediately.

Hi!!!! 💜

OMG I'm sorry, but I have to be a fangirl for a second. (To steal your own words: I hope that's not weird.) I just love your show so much, and I was already so thrilled when you made a playlist for me. But getting your reply just now is definitely going to be the highlight of my month! Thank you so so so much for taking the time to read my message, put together a playlist for me, AND write me back.

All right, now that I've gotten that out of my system!

It really is comforting to know that someone who does what you do -- has a passion, shares it with other people, can earn a living from it, and seems to have it all together -- feels lost just like I do. I mean, it's not comforting because if YOU also feel lost, then is there any hope that we ever won't feel lost? But it's comforting simply because it means I'm not alone. And one thing about me (that you didn't ask for) is that I've never felt lonely in my entire life, but I sure am scared of being alone.

Does that make any sense?

Well, even if it doesn't, that's how I feel.

Is it okay if I completely pivot and ask a somewhat personal question? You can totally ignore this -- in fact, if it's too much, and you don't feel comfortable, just don't reply to me at all, and I will get the message! But how did music become your passion? How did you start Soul Tracks? As someone whose only ever thought about growing up and working in an office, I'm incredibly intrigued to hear about how people who do really cool things started their journey to do the really cool things.

Again, you don't have to answer that if you don't want. Just call it me pondering what life is all about.

-Y/UN

As soon as you clicked 'Send,' you regretted asking such a personal question. DefSoul had told you in no uncertain terms that he was here if you ever needed someone to talk to, but... still. There was a reason he used a pseudonym from his show. Maybe divulging more about that part of his life was taking it one step too far.

To your surprise, an email arrived in your inbox just a couple of hours later:

Y/UN --

Just wanted to let you know I saw your reply, and I'll get back to you soon. I want to take some time to answer your question thoughtfully (but truthfully, I promise). I didn't want you to think I was blowing you off. Honestly, it may take a few days.

-DefSoul

Of course, you hit 'reply' immediately.

Take your time! I completely understand. 💜

And then you had to take a seat and take a breath. Was this really happening? Were you becoming internet pen pals with the host of your favorite livestreaming music channel?

True to his word, DefSoul sent you another email a few days later. You'd been on tenterhooks for those few days -- barely able to concentrate on work and looking forward to Soul Tracks more than usual -- but as soon as you opened his email, you found the wait had been worth it. You were immediately faced with a wall of text, and it almost took your breath away that he'd felt comfortable opening up to you this much.

You read his email slowly and thoroughly... and then you read it again three more times, for good measure.

Long story short: DefSoul had worked in a music store as a teenager because he'd always loved listening to music, singing, writing songs, and he'd taught himself to play the guitar from a very young age. When it came time to start making his own money, he'd applied to his favorite music store in less than a heartbeat. The owner had been a former local musician who'd retired to become a shopkeeper. During the several years DefSoul had worked there, the owner (who had remained unnamed all throughout the email) had instilled into him the idea that music is not just music. It's so much more. It's a language that can connect people of any age, race, gender, and more. Anyone. It's a way to speak to people you've never met. It's about creating moments that resonate with people. And because the owner believed this so wholeheartedly, he developed a habit of creating mixtapes for customers.

You can see where this is going, right?

The first time DefSoul had ever followed in his boss/mentor's footsteps had been when one of his close friends went through a breakup. He hadn't known any other way to comfort her, so he'd made her a playlist with songs that could help her both release her sadness and heal from it.

After DefSoul went to University and, eventually, stopped working at the music store, he found himself in much the same position as yours currently: lost. He'd wanted to become a professional musician, but his career hadn't taken off, and he'd needed some way to pay the bills. After working a desk job for just a couple of months, he'd received a message from that friend out of the blue.

She had told him that she wasn't sure if she'd ever thanked him properly for the playlist he'd made for her. She'd been scrolling through her music library earlier that day, seen it, and the thought to reach out to him about it hadn't left her since. Apparently, the songs had been a huge help to her, and she'd been able to move on more quickly than she'd ever thought.

An idea had popped up in DefSoul's head almost immediately, and that very night, he had created his Soul Tracks channel.

The rest, as they say, is history.

At the very end of his email, he'd written this:

I know this was long, so I'm sorry if it was way more than you ever wanted to know. I've never actually told the whole story to anyone before. I think taking the time to write it all out was more for my sake than anything, so thank you for letting me do that.

Obviously, the invitation to spill all the details of your story is always open. I'm all ears.

-DefSoul

P.S. At risk of being too forward, I think maybe we've become pen pals? I'm up for it if you are.

But if you're not, pretend I never said that.

You knew that it would take a while to reply -- just as it had taken him a few days. But you knew at least one thing you wanted to say to him.

First things first: Hi, Pen Pal 😊

Part 2

[thealternateuniverse]

GOT7: The High School Menace Chronicles

Jaebum – The Walking Injury

🏃‍♂️ Tried to jump off the second floor, dislocated his shoulder instead. 🚿 Slipped on a wet floor, because karma is fast. 🪜 Fell down the stairs while chasing Youngjae for something stupid. 🐈 Goes to the vet clinic for anti-rabies shots because his cat scratched his eye for the ninth time. 🏚️ Broke a wall in the classroom after a "heated" argument with Jackson. 🍗 Fought Jackson again over chicken wings, but it was actually Bambam who stole them. 🕺 Dislocates something in his body at least once a week—whether it's from bboying or escaping class. 👊 "One for all, all for one" in fights—touch his brothers and you're done. ⚖️ Takes the blame when things go south, but gets away using loopholes in the school rules.

Mark – The Silent War Machine

🥊 Always involved in fights—sometimes for no reason. 🔪 Joins fights just because his brothers are in one. 📦 Objects should not be near him—he will throw them to someone when pissed. 💻 Almost hit a teacher when he threw his MacBook at Bambam. ⚔️ Has beef with people from other classes & years (Hui, Young K, and Jaebum too sometimes). 🌡️ Broke the AC in the classroom out of rage because of Youngjae, replaced it the next day like nothing happened. 🏃‍♂️ Uses martial arts skills to escape school with Jackson and Jaebum. 🩹 Frequent flyer in the school clinic—bruises, scratches, and probably a broken bone or two.

Jackson – The Walking Chaos

🥊 Has beef with everyone over petty things—food, objects, or his mood just shifting. 💨 Cannot shut up or stay in one place for more than five minutes. 🌍 "The world rotates just fine when Jackson shuts his mouth"—JayB. 🚪 Escapes school with Mark and Jaebom. 🕊️ Tries to be the peacemaker but ends up fighting anyway. 🦶 Injured his foot doing a bad martial arts landing—argued with the disciplinary officer instead of accepting detention. 🛑 Constantly roasts the principal (JYP). 📍 Is everywhere—except in class. 🎉 Got caught throwing a classroom party and turning it into a club.

Jinyoung – The Brain Cell Holder (But Evil)

👨‍⚖️ Regular in the guidance office—gaslights the counselor instead of being counseled. 📢 Leads student protests—"No hamburgers in the cafeteria is a human rights violation." 🕵️‍♂️ Creates perfect excuses to cover for his brothers. 👿 JYP’s #1 hater—tears down school posters or draws devil horns on JYP’s face. 😑 Dead inside whenever JYP holds an assembly about himself. 📞 The emergency contact for everyone, even though he’s done with them all.

Youngjae – The Accidental Criminal

🔪 Almost got expelled for bringing a knife to school—excuse: "method acting for a role." (Got casted in "Friendly Rivalry) ⚾ Swung a baseball bat and accidentally hit another student. 🦵 Cramps his legs doing a TikTok challenge—regrets everything. 🎙️ Forgot his mic was on during a live school radio broadcast—cussed out JYP, entire campus heard it. 🎭 Loves to provoke Mark & Jackson just to watch them explode. 🍲 Left Jackson to pay for their Shabu Shabu bill—Jackson almost died of high blood pressure.

Bambam – The Ultimate Instigator

💻 Hacked the school's official page—started shitposting & flexed himself as the school’s "IT boy." 🗣️ Exposed everyone—except himself and his brothers. 👑 Admin of the school’s gossip page. 😴 Energetic everywhere—except in class, gets full 8 hours of sleep at school. 😂 Triggers Mark, Jackson, & Jinyoung—gets something thrown at him every time. 🍗 Eats his brothers' food, then watches them blame each other for stealing it. 🔥 Starts fights but escapes every time, leaving everyone else to take the blame.

Yugyeom – The Chaotic Gentle Giant

📢 LOUD ASF, his whispers are someone else's yelling. 🏗️ Breaks things just by existing (too big, too tall). 🧪 Destroyed a science cylinder—his brothers told him it was the most expensive one, cried when he found out it was a prank. 🗣️ Talks back to his brothers but somehow gets away with it. 😴 Sleeps in class like Bambam. 📚 Fails one test and decides to sabotage everyone else by giving them the wrong answers. 🏎️ Drives like he’s in Fast & Furious—doesn’t even have a license yet. 🧠 Mentally stable but selectively unhinged—pranks his brothers just for fun.

Summary:

🥊 Fighter Squad: Mark, Jaebum, Jackson 🧠 Gaslighter King: Jinyoung 🍲 Food Thief: Bambam (but frames others) 📻 Public Enemy #1 (to JYP): Youngjae 💀 Survival Instincts Too Strong: Bambam 🎭 Done With Everyone: Jinyoung 🚑 School Clinic Regulars: Jaebum, Mark, Jackson 🏗️ Walking Disaster: Yugyeom

[igot7bulletproofmonstas]

Dysfunctional

Characters: Jinyoung (GOT7)

Words: 3,838

Summary: After a bad day of everything going wrong, you go to hang out with your BFF's, Stray Kids, but they have a surprise for you that starts to go horribly wrong for them, but horribly right for you.

Warnings: Physical violence, hardcore smut, angry asshole Jinyoung, unprotected sex, breeding kink, a bit of aftercare and a cathartic conversation.

A/N: First and foremost I wanna stress a few things.

#1, this is FICTION. This DOES NOT represent any of the people mentioned in this fic, so if you wanna barge in and start hollering at me for "making Jinyoung a violent asshole" well, go away and come back with a warrant.

#2 this fic contains physical violence that does kinda look like DV. If that bothers you , DO NOT READ.

#3 I wrote this in first person POV in an attempt to make it more palatable. I honestly thought if I wrote this as a Y/N POV it would be too much for people. So, if you wanna take a shot and read it, think of it as this is happening TO ME and NOT to YOU.

My only excuse is I used to write for SPN, so writing violence with my smut just comes natural.

I also don't feel like this is "complete", but I just don't have it in me right now to polish it up and make it what I really want it to be. I'm going thru some shit okay?

Tagging: @ot7sgoodgirl and @kpop---scenarios as they are the only ones who knew I was writing it and encouraged me to keep going.

The day couldn’t have been worse. Everything that could go wrong, absolutely did and by the time I got in the cab to head to my destination, I was ready to let the dam break.

First, there was an IT glitch at work that caused me to lose 3 accounts that I’d been working on for months with no repair in sight. My boss called me into her office to let me know my PTO that I put in SIX months ago had been denied and rescinded. Someone had stolen my lunch out of the community fridge, so I was left eating stale saltines from my desk with tap water. My last pair of stockings got a run when I stopped my briefcase from falling into the puddle by the curb, the hinges digging into the flimsy material and into my skin, leaving a bloody welt behind.

As I sat down and shut the door of the car, I picked up my phone to text the boys that I was finally on my way, but they better have some soju on hand. Changbin responded with, “Something better.”

The cab pulled up to the massive building and I stepped out, narrowly avoiding yet another puddle. Damn rainy season! I hustled up to the building, my keycard allowing me inside easily.

“Wow, who shit in your cereal, honey?”, asked the evening guard with a look of concern on his face.

“The universe, my sweet, and I hope it falls in the bowl and drowns. Hope your day is better than mine.” I sighed, walking past him to the elevators; still keeping a tight rein on the waterworks. I wasn’t the type to cry unless I was royally pissed off and I had definitely hit that limit.

When the doors opened and I saw the SKZ dorm, my chest tightened. Yeah, I needed my boys tonight. Fuck this day and the horse it rode in on.

I had just begun typing in the passcode to get into the dorm when it suddenly opened to reveal Minho standing on the other side. Shocked by my deep frown, he pulled me inside quickly and wrapped me into a tight hug. “Surprise NOW, guys! 911!” he said as he let go and pulled me behind him into the general living space. It took me exactly .3 seconds to lay eyes on JB and other members of GOT7 sitting on the various couches and chairs. He was on his feet in an instant, ready for me to leap into his arms like I always did.

“OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!” I squealed, wrapping my whole body around JB’s solid frame and burying my face into his neck. I had been trying to set up a time to see them before they started the heavy hitting portion of their comeback activities, but schedules always seemed to get in the way. A chorus of 5 voices calling various loving nicknames joined in with JB’s whispered, “Hey sweetheart.” as he hugged me tight. I raised my head, eyes locking on someone standing in the doorway that lead to the communal bathroom.

“What is THAT doing here?” my voice joined another, uttering the same question, as my gaze landed on the one person that I often daydreamed about dropping into a cement mixer full of quicksand.

“Oh shit, here we go.” Jackson said as he walked back to stand beside my arch nemesis, Park Jinyoung.

All 8 of SKZ looked at each other bewildered, Chan looking to JB for an answer of any kind.

“I came here to spend time with my brothers, not listen to this bitch”, Jinyoung spat, a hard gaze leveled right at me.

“C’mon Hyung, can’t you keep it civil for 5 minutes?” Jackson pleaded beside him.

I slid down JB’s body, standing on wobbly feet from the adrenaline suddenly coursing through my body.

“What are you even doing here? Don’t you have some acting classes to attend? Couldn’t even convince someone with diarrhea to buy toilet paper!” my words loaded with disdain.

“What are you even doing here ‘Sweetheart’?” his last word thick with sarcastic saccharine. “Been too long since you got bent over by my brothers?”

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, shoulders shaking with pure unadulterated rage. I started to open my mouth, but JB grabbed me around the waist and slapped a hand across my mouth before I could speak.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s not do this okay? Let’s just have a nice visit while we can.” JB whispered against my cheek.

“What the hell is going on?” Changbin asked Chan who only shrugged. Yugyeom made his way over to the group to explain.

“So, we really didn’t think this would happen and I’m so sorry, Hyung” Yugyeom bowed his head while addressing Chan.

“What IS going on?” Chan asked

“Noona and Hyung have a...complicated relationship?” Yugyeom offered as Youngjae joined them.

“They hate one another, let’s just call it what it is.” Youngjae said flatly.

“Woah, wait what?” Hyunjin asked as he joined in the conversation, the rest of SKZ following him.

“I don’t wanna overstep, but are you sure?” Minho offered. “They both look like they wanna devour each other, both literally and sexually.”

“Maybe?” Yugyeom responded “but let’s hope not. The last time that happened, we had to clean up broken glass, broken furniture, and they both needed stitches.”

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated, run that by me again?” Chan asked increduously

“They’re…..rough.” Youngjae began as a commotion caught everyone’s attention.

“You rat bastard sonofabitch I will end you!” I screamed, struggling with all my might to wiggle out of JB’s grasp.

“Oh! Is that it? You DO want them to fold you like the dirty laundry you are?” Jinyoung chuckled.

Changbin’s ears perked up at that and he took a deep breath, inflating to make himself appear bigger. “Hyung, is there really a reason for that kind of talk?”

“What are you getting so upset for little bro? Oh!” Jinyoung’s chuckle gains an edge of disgusted glee. “You decided to move on to the kids after we left, didn’t you? You just have to ride anything associated with JYP don’t you?”

CRACK

In a split second, I was out of JB’s grasp, across the room, and landing closed fisted punch directly to Jinyoung’s jaw causing him to stumble backwards.

“You miss getting fucked by JYPapi that bad that you have to take it out on me, you pathetic prick?” I seethed.

Jinyoung rights himself and wipes his mouth to see blood. His eyes light up with a fire I hadn’t seen in over 3 years.

“I don’t think me getting fucked is what we should be discussing” Jinyoung’s bloody grin would send shivers down most spines, but not me. My thoughts turn back to the last time we two fought 3 years ago. It was brutal, bloody, and absolutely orgasmic.

“What do you want to discuss short dick? The fact you can’t get a girl if you paid her?”

SLAP

My head snaps to the side as the back of Jinyoung’s hand comes in contact with my cheek, the taste of metal already beginning to pool against my teeth. He walks forward, his body pushing me back to the nearest wall.

“You really wanna run your mouth? I’ll give you something to use it on.” Jinyoung’s grin sends shivers through my body as his hand reaches down towards his zipper. In an instant my forearm connects with his throat as I twist our bodies around and pin him up against the same wall.

“What? That tiny dick?” I giggle, the blood smeared across my teeth matching his.

Jinyoung reaches forward, still pinned to the wall and cards a hand through to the back of my hair where he grips and yanks hard. “Oh you need it real bad, don’t you?” he smirks.

My left hand then reaches down and grabs his crotch with a painfully tight squeeze, his rock hard erection throbbing and making him yelp.

“You think you can handle me? Last time you needed stitches.” I purr with my nose right up against his.

“So did you” he huffs before pulling me forward into a bruising kiss, tasting each others blood on our tongues and making me squeeze him even harder.

“Should we do something?” Felix grits out, panicked as he and Jisung try their best to hold onto Changbin who looks like he wants to rip his Hyung’s head clean from his shoulders.

“Nope, now is the time we all disappear, but you have a first aid kit fully stocked right?” Jackson asks the scared looking group. Jisung nods as he swallows thickly.

“Then let’s let them work it out. Trust me, they won’t kill each other, but it will be messy” Mark says as he and the rest of GOT7 put arms around their Jr’s to lead them out of the dorm.

“But they just kissed with blood in their mouths?!” Jeongin whines, clearly disturbed by the sight he was witnessing.

“I promise you, it’s not the first time they’ve ingested each others….fluids” Yugyeom says as he drags the youngest along with him and out the door.

Pulling his fingers from my hair, he reaches down to the collar of my dress shirt and rips straight down sending buttons flying every direction.

“I wanna see those beautiful tits.” He says thickly, his mouth still tainted by the blood from the split on his lip.

Letting go of his length, I reach for his belt, unbuckle it and pull it free to wrap it around the arm that had been pinning his neck. Pulling back with all the force I can, I whack it harshly against his ass, pulling a needy moan from his throat.

Ripping the belt from my grasp, he grabs me painfully by my shoulder, spinning me around and smashing my face into the wall.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?” he huffs against my ear as he hauls off and whips me across both ass cheeks with the belt before pressing his raging erection right against my sore ass. A whining moan forces it’s way out of my mouth as my legs feel like they’re gonna give out beneath me, but I won’t let him win.

“I remember clearly...and you should respect your elders.” I grunt as I push off the wall hard, knocking him off balance before I turn and push, sending him toppling to the nearest couch.

Grabbing the collar of his dress shirt I lean down to take a button into my mouth.

“You and your prissy…”

I bite and spit a button across the room.

“Preppy little….”

bite

“holier than thou asshole...”

bite

“and these fucking dress shirts.” I finish as I spit the last button out like it offended me.

Crawling back up towards his collarbones, I begin to bite the flesh of his chest, my teeth leaving deep indents from his collarbone all the way down to his happy trail.

The desperate moans spilling from him are enough to completely drench my panties and dress slacks, as if they would survive this. I knew better, every stitch of clothing we wore would be in shreds by the end.

“We’re still wearing too many clothes” he breathes as he tries desperately to pull every stitch of fabric from my lower half, ripping the slacks and panties at the seams.

I hum in agreement as I raise up, allowing him to stand so I can work his own pants off. He slaps at my hands, not allowing me to touch as he unbuttons and slides the fabric down his thighs. I grunt in frustration, but he stops me cold as he slaps me across the face again. The sting sending arousal straight to my core.

“Bitches don’t get to touch until they’re told they can” he singsongs as he steps out of his slacks and reaches forward to push me back on the couch. Before he can react, I grab his thighs with both hands, dragging all 10 fingernails deeply, leaving angry red marks behind as he sucks in air through his teeth.

“That’s right ‘bitches’ don’t.” I spit, my eyes locked on the prize of his throbbing cock. I want it in my mouth so badly. I want to feel him pulse and I especially want to feel him twitch and hear him whimper as I take him down my throat as far as I can and pull back, scraping my teeth slowly, but firmly all the way up.

A grumble rumbles up from deep in his chest as he lurches forward and traps me under him, spreading my legs with the weight of his body. He knows exactly what I want to do with his cock, I’ve done it before and he blew his load down my throat instantly the last time I did. I try desperately to close them and scoot away, just to piss him off more, but he grips my inner thighs hard enough to bruise on contact.

“Do I need to make sure you’re ready for me or are you already soaking wet like the slut I know you are?” he breathes against my quivering center. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I bring his face to exactly where we both want him to be and smash his face, grinding my heat against him and smearing my slick all over his face. “What do you think?”

He grunts deeply as he rears back, grabbing my leg closest to the back of the couch and raises it up towards my chest and in one smooth motion he buries himself balls deep, not giving me any chance to adjust to his size whatsoever. It stings, it burns, and it throbs so good. He starts an absolutely brutal pace, battering my pussy with thrusts hard enough to give us both whiplash. I wrap my legs around his back and squeeze like I’m trying to break his ribs and honestly? A small part of me wants to.

“That perfect pussy….must be because my brothers wore it out for me” he groans as he continues to plow me like his life depends on it.

“Nah, it’s just that little cock. Fits just right.” I cry out, raking my nails down his back until I feel my fingertips wet with his blood making him fuck me harder and faster. He pulls both my arms above my head and holds my wrists as his body weight holds me still. He grinds into me, his pubic bone driving into my clit and setting off my orgasm like fireworks. As pleasure rips through my body, it throws off his rhythm long enough for me to push him off me so I can straddle him. The rough fabric of the couch makes him hiss when it comes into contact with the bloody scratches down his back.

“Oh fuck, you make me feel so alive.” he groans as I start riding him, his cock sliding in and out of me so perfectly. I lean forward, wrapping both hands around his neck, putting pressure on his carotid and not his windpipe because I don’t actually want to kill him...yet. The way he fills me, stretches me, like we were made for each other. I know he feels the same the way he’s gripping my body like I’m going to disappear. His moans, grunts, growls and groans are that of perfect pleasure.

“Sweet girl, please stop. I’m about to…” he cries out, his hips bucking of their own volition. I wait until the last possible second and then stand. Pulling him out of me and grip his base, squeezing so he can’t blow just yet.

The angry whine that escapes him sounds like pure sin as I sit back towards his knees and lean over, taking him down my throat in one go. The ragged hiss that escapes him is glorious. I hold there long enough to swallow around his tip and as I pull off, I indeed, scrape my teeth along his entire shaft.

“No, fuck!” he yells, grabbing his dick out of my mouth and hand so he can stop the inevitable once again. Pushing me off him, he grabs my legs and flips me facedown, pulling my hips up and shoving my face down, like I’m a bitch in heat and he’s ready to breed me. He slams back in and starts fucking me with long, deep, slow strokes. Bouncing against my cervix with each thrust, he builds speed and intensity, the loud smack of his hips against my ass resonates throughout the room.

He reaches out to thread his fingers through the back of my hair and grips as hard as he can, pulling me up and brushing his lips against my ear.

“Ok, now I’m ready to cum. You’re gonna take it and you’re gonna like it, isn’t that right?” he growls. I can feel another orgasm building with every roll of his hips, my walls gripping around him.

“I’m gonna fill you so full and so deep and I’m not gonna pull out until your womb has soaked up every last drop of my seed. Understand?” he breathes.

Between the glide of his cock through my walls and the filth pouring from his lips, the coil in my belly snaps and pleasure washes through me like a tidal wave, my legs shaking with the force.

“That’s a good slut, here it comes. Take it! Take it all!” Jinyoung cries out, sinking his teeth deeply into my shoulder as he buries himself to the hilt, filling me with his warmth.

There’s no sound in the room save the heaving breaths coming from our tired bodies. Jinyoung then covers my body with his own and his lips latch onto my shoulder where he bit me, his tongue laving over the broken skin.

“Why do we always have to scar each other?” he sighs, once all the blood has been licked clean from my shoulder.

“Because we hate each other. It’s called a hate fuck for a reason.” I sigh wearily, not really in the mood for conversation. I just want to get up, clean up and call the boys to come back to comfort me.

“Does it have to be a hate fuck?” he asks softly as he peels himself away from me, pulling me into a sitting position next to him.

“What else could it be?” my expression giving away my shock.

Standing from the couch, Jinyoung makes his way to the bathroom to find first aid supplies and grab a couple waters from the mini fridge on his way back to me. He checks me over to make sure there are no serious injuries before cleaning and applying antibiotic cream and a square of gauze to my shoulder. When he deems me patched, he turns and lets me tend to the slashes down his back. I pull out antiseptic and gauze and begin to tend to his wounds as he sharply sucks air through his teeth and grips a handful of couch cushion as I cleanse the affected areas.

“I just think that there’s obviously chemistry between us and it doesn’t need to be so violent.” Jinyoung says flatly, anticipating an acerbic response from me.

I sigh before grabbing a packet of scar cream to smooth over his back. “Maybe? I don’t even understand how it got to this point to be honest. We’ve always had some snide remark towards one another, but that day 3 years ago. What even was that?” I question honestly.

Jinyoung turns to me, pulling the packet from my grasp and taking my hands into his. “We both were going through a bad time back then you know---”. I squeeze his hands, not wanting him to go any further with that statement. Neither of us needing to remember that part of the past right now. “I’m just saying, we took it out on each other. Probably in the most toxic way known to human kind, but it is what it is. I just don’t think it needs to be like this anymore.” the softness in his eyes was not only foreign to me, but a little unnerving.

“We have attraction, do we not?” he asks point blank.

“I mean, yeah…” he cuts me off before I can continue.

“and we obviously trust each other more than we’re willing to admit. I mean, would you let anyone else manhandle you the way I have?” I shake my head as he continues. “I know I would never let anyone else do the things you do to me. So, why do we need to go so hard at each other, like we’re going to war?”

I suck in a deep breath, pulling my hand back to pinch the bridge of my nose. “You know you annoy me when you make sense.” I say with a smirk and a smile forms across his face.

“So, what do you say? Truce?” his hand releasing mine to hold out a pinky.

“What are you, 5?” I giggle as I accept his pinky with my own.

“No, that’s Chan” he replies with a wide grin.

“So, from here on out, we make love?” I ask with the gooeyest heart eyes I can muster.

“Eww, no.” he fake gags. “Let’s just release tension without battle scars and broken lamps.” the scar on the back of my arm tenses at the memory.

“Ok, but I still expect you to plow me into oblivion” I advise firmly, with my arms crossed over my chest.

“Always” he replies with a grin as he walks into the room he’s chosen to sleep in and comes back with two pairs of sleep pants and a shirt. We dress each other and get into a comfortable snuggle on the couch while downing the bottles of water. It’s not long before I fall asleep in his arms feeling content and safe.

“I don’t hear anything, you don’t think they finally killed each other do you?” Yugyeom asks with genuine fear in his eyes.

“IF they had, the whole floor would’ve heard it and there’d be ambulances and fire trucks and the whole nine.” JB says as he uses his keycard on the door and opens it slowly and carefully.

“Everyone okay?” JB calls out as he peeks inside. “Everyone DECENT?” Bambam adds with a chuckle.

Jackson pushes past JB into the main room and gasps loudly at the sight before him, the rest of GOT7 and SKZ filing in behind.

“I don’t believe it.” Jackson breathes, almost inaudibly as they all take in the sight of Jinyoung and I wrapped around each other like lovers with slight grins on our faces, bloody gauze and bandaid wrappers strewn across the coffee table.

“This is a good thing, right?” Chan asks hopefully.

“I toldja they were going to devour each other” Minho says with a smirk, earning a groan from almost everyone in the room.

[happysprings]

Still you

chapter 1

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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[Updated February 1 2025]

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After your first roleplay sparked a deep want for more, you and Wooyoung finally are able to act out your next desires

I Can't Make You Love Me - fuckbuddies! Jongho x f! Reader

You’re in love with Jongho, but all he wants is your body. Against your better judgement, you keep letting him use you.

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Your servant wants to serve you more than your husband ever could.

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Better Than Predicted - Wooyoung x fortune teller! f! Reader x Yeosang

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When you return from work, San wants to cuddle…except it leads into something more.

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After delivering lunch to your husband’s office, the two of you get a little sidetracked

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What better way to ravish your boyfriend than to double-stuff him?

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You lost a bet to San, and now he gets to do whatever he wants

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Strange things keep happening, and your best friend may know something about it

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Your second man is coming over for a night of passion, and your husband would like to attend

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Mark sends Jinyoung a video, and Jinyoung is not pleased

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You and Mark fuck in a bathroom and its hot and definitely not gross and germ-y in there

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Bro I have some thoughts about the whole HYBE vs Newjeans case. HYBE is a shit company no doubt, I would absolutely sell them to the devil for a single piece of gum, BUT njeans are not helping their situation either 😭.

Everyone knows that once a group files a case against their company, their career will start going downhill (unless they're a really successful group like Got7 and can set up your own label) because then the other companies get wary of hiring them (because what if they file a case against us?). Even though I fully support each of these idols putting their companies in their place, njeans is not going about it correctly 😭.

Up until a few months back, the general public ADORED njeans and rightfully so, and even after the feud started they still had overwhelming support (because who tf likes HYBE) BUTTTT when they started demanding minheejin's return as CEO... That's when things started to go down because news flash- People don't like mhj.

Mhj was found to be trash talking HYBE idols like Jungkook and saying stuff like "BTS is a copy of Exo", and everyone knows how armys are so people were ready with pitchforks. And besides all this, she idolises works that depict pdf files and child grooming. Plus it's pretty obvious that she's a groomer herself based on how she acts with underage idols (like her time with Shinee and Exo). AND she obviously sexualised njeans too with their debut song "Cookie" BTCH COOKIE?!

I don't care how much some of ya'll try to convince me that cookie wasn't sexual, COOKIE IS A SEXUAL INNUENDO FOR FEMALE PARTS AND SHE MADE THESE BARELY LEGAL TEENS SING ABOUT HOW THEY WANT THEIR COOKIE EATEN?!

Anyway back to the topic at hand, mhj also called njeans members "fat" "ugly" "stupid kids" among other things in her now leaked chats, so naturally people assumed that njeans will withdraw their support.... NO they did NOT, instead they double downed and started calling her "their mother".

Then when the audit happened we found out that the "Illit being told to ignore hanni" drama (that they were witch hunting the new CEO for) happened under mhj and she's the one who didn't do anything about it, not the new CEO. They used their bad experience to essentially throw the new CEO under the bus when she wasn't even around when the incident happened. In the audit hanni was being snarky to the new CEO because "they didn't do anything" BUT THE INCIDENT HAPPENED UNDER MHJ, WHY NOT HOLD HER ACCOUNTABLE. And also after this specific hearing, minji and hanni were on a live and minji said that hanni's acting was good while laughing together???? The new CEO had nothing to do with the incident but still got humiliated in the audit and these two called it acting and were laughing.

At this point the support for jeans started to go down because duh. And then the press conferences started. During this, a reporter questioned if the termination of contract was one sided, they would get all snarky and just repeat their claims, say that because Ador and HYBE violated the contract they're terminating it and end it with a "do you understand?" Like I don't know what mean girls movie they're living in but the dude was just doing his job??? They repeat their claims with such confidence but like BBYGIRL... You need PROOF, you need RECEIPTS, you need TIMELINE. Seeing their behaviour towards reporters reduced their support even more and for obvious reasons.

Now they're trying to re-debut as NJZ, WHILE THE CASE IS STILL GOING ON BTW (which I'm pretty sure you can't do but let's see). And now people are calling them Aespa knockoffs because their new branding is very close to Aespa's. Also I'm pretty sure that this re-branding was planned before the "termination" because it's simply not possible to arrange an entire team, record an album, film a mv, produce teasers in such a short time. So yeah this was probably pre-planned, that's why mhj didn't want to give up her laptop and why she had a secret office.

And then their personal chats get leaked where they're calling HYBE idols "money hungry" 🫤. It's important to remember that a lot of HYBE idols did express their support to njeans during this and they were calling everyone money hungry??? Like? Again their mean girls fantasy.

Pretty sure there's more, do let me know if I missed something and if something was proven incorrect, I'll correct it.

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Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

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JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

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Title: Waiting on you

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) x f.reader

Summary: Your office flirtation with Yugyeom has gotten tiring, so you step up your game in hopes he'll ask you out.

Genre: Office au / suggestive / fluff / co-workers to lovers

Rating: Teen/15+ (SFW)

Warnings: Kissing / suggestive

Word Count: 912

Banner: @hobeemin thank you it's gorgeous as usual

Beta: @hobeemin thank you!

Author's notes: @mingsolo sorry it took me so long! I hope you enjoy!

You run a hand over your newly fitted dress, smoothing the fabric down from your ascent of the stairs, before opening the door to your offices and strutting through.

Smiling at your colleagues as you enter, the murmured good mornings surround you. But as you get to Yugyeom's desk, you make a point to flick your hair and give your hips an extra swish. Hoping his eyes are on you, you make a point to bend over rather provocatively when you place your bag beside your desk, which resides right across from his. Shrugging out of your blazer, you take a seat, making sure to jut your rear out in his direction slowly. Glancing over your shoulder at him, you're pleased to see he's already looking at you as you wave a good morning. He smiles in return, but you notice the heat in his eyes before he swivels his chair back around, seeming slightly flustered. Feeling more than a little smug, you return to your computer.

The morning passes slowly as you make your way through your workload. You occasionally glance in his direction and are pleasantly surprised to catch him looking at you every time.

Biting your lip to hide your smirk, you get up and head to the coffee room, completely ignoring him as you pass.

The flirtation between you both had gone on for months, and you revelled in it, but you had grown tired of the same thing every day. No matter how much you hinted your interest in him, he always seemed to hesitate. So today, you stepped up your game.

You make two coffees and carry them to his cubicle, taking a seat on his desk and slide yourself along the wood until you're directly in front of him. He leans back in his chair, smiling at you, glad of the attention.

You hand him one of the coffees, “I thought you might be thirsty,” you say, crossing one leg over the other. Your knee rubs against him, and his eyes go straight to your thighs.

He clears his throat, “Thank you.”

You glance at his computer and see a large amount of unread emails in his inbox, “Taking it easy today, are we?”

He scoffs, leaning towards you, “How do you expect me to focus, when you're walking around wearing that?”

His eyes travel down the expanse of your outfit.

“What? This old thing?” You run your hands down the side of your body and relish the way his eyes follow.

When he looks back up at your face, his pupils are blown wide. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

You laugh, “Of course.” Leaning towards him, you smooth out his tie. “I'm tired of waiting, Yugyeom.” You slide yourself off his desk so he's face to face with your breasts. “I like you, but I'm tired of waiting for you to ask me out. When you figure out what it is you want…let me know.”

You walk away back to your desk without giving him a second look.

For the rest of the day, he barely looks your way, so focused on his computer and phone calls, you begin to think twice about being so forward this morning.

Maybe you got the wrong end of the stick? Maybe he wasn't flirting with you at all?

Five o'clock rolls around, and you've never been so glad for a day to be over. You plan to get home, change, and veg out on your sofa and try not to relive this embarrassing experience on a loop inside your head.

As you're packing up, you feel a heat behind you that makes you pause.

“I want you,” Yugyeom whispers behind you.

Turning to face him and realising you're only inches apart, and you glance around to see if you have any spectators. You realise you two are the last to leave. You have complete privacy.

“Is that so?” You smirk up at him, relief sweeping through you and making you feel lighter.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and strokes a finger down your cheek, “I don't just mean for one night…”

His words linger heavily in the air, as your mind races through the possibilities of what he means.

“I really like you,” he continues. “I want this to be something more than just an office fling.”

Your heart leaps in your chest as if trying to escape and go to him itself. These were the words you wanted to hear but were not expecting.

“Is that something you want too?” He asks, suddenly seeming unsure, and you realise how long you've been silent.

You lean up and kiss him gently on the lips. “Definitely.”

He beams at you as he winds an arm around your waist and pulls you closer so your bodies are flush against each other. Then he leans down and gives you a slow, soft kiss that has your knees trembling. His mouth explores yours with a tender eagerness, and the taste of him is so divine, you can't get enough.

He pulls away but still holds you firmly in place. “Are you free for dinner tonight?”

Placing your hands on his chest, you look up at him and say, “For you, I'm free anytime.”

He releases you and takes your hand, entwining his fingers through yours, “Let's go,” he says.

Grabbing your things, you let him lead you out, looking forward to your evening and the possibilities.

[k-tarotz]

how come theres so few stories of people having dated an idol? i can ask through reading what itd be like with xyz idol but id have thought by now that more people who have actually dated an idol wouldve given their experiences on it or is there too much backlash if they do speak about it? i know ndas are to protect the idol but how long do they last and dont they have to renew an nda even after they stop dating or hooking up? im sure some idols have broken a few hearts along the way so yeah im surprised that there arent legimate stories of someones experience with an idol. considering how much fake rumors there are about them.

Hey anon, I wanted to answer sooner but tumblr was down for me. It’s always down at the most unfortunate times indeed.. I had to rewrite this twice bc they can’t update it properly 🙄 Anywaysss…

I am pretty sure that the biggest reason we don’t see a lot more people coming forward with dating k-pop idols is quite literally because it’s their private life.

As in, both the idol’s and the person’s private life. They quite literally do not owe us anything, not a story time nor a hint. [Although I would like to say I find it quite annoying when people do story times about an idol without mentioning the name because you can always tell they are lying.]

It’s not that idols don’t date non idols, they do, some also have quite a preference for it even. I am sure idols date people like youtubers, make up artists, office workers, baristas and so on because at the end of the day they are human too. It’s not that idols don’t date idols, but it’s just that there have been several cases of idols dating non idols with regular jobs like you and I. It’s just their private life.

I do remember someone younger than I, a rookie idol, being “caught” dating a classmate by a saesang (ew), GOT7’s JB dating a youtuber and I am pretty sure Taecyeon from 2PM has a non celebrity partner who he is protective over: so we do not know anything about the person really, but their relationship is quite serious I assume.

To be frank with you, I don’t know how NDAs work, my assumption is after the first one expires and you are still in contact with one another you have to sign another one.

Regardless I don’t think that’s the only thing holding people back from telling whether or not they have dated an idol.

Firstly, come to think of it, who would believe you if you owned up to dating one? Let alone if the person is popular. Even if you have proof it can be faked easily, and delusional k-pop fans who feel entitled to their bias’ love sure as hell will accuse you, no matter if you genuinely tell the truth or not. The “fans” who view these idols as dolls, as objects to control and play along with sure as hell won’t give you the grace of treating you with respect. Treating you as if you were a human. So, knowing you will be treated like this, who the hell would want to own up to it unprovoked? And who knows, your ex might see it and find it embarrassing that you go around bragging that you dated them at once. That is humiliating enough on it’s own too.

Aside from that, we have to keep in mind that these people don’t just date idols to brag about it later on. At least, I assume most don’t. Otherwise they would be a piece of garbage.

Regardless, if an idol chose to date someone, anyone, regardless of their status, the person would need to be incredibly trustworthy. Even when they just hook up with people. They are not dumb, they can tell when you look at them as a human vs as someone you have a fantasy about rather than choosing to see them as their real self.

So with this in mind I am sure that when an idol x non idol starts to date it’s genuinely because they fell in love with each other not because they want to brag. At the end of the day, both sides are human. They date to be able to talk to the person, show them love and look after them. Not to break up 6 months later and gossip about the person. [Funfact, wealthy people are actually way more likely to do this to you unless they have manners.. and a lot don’t lol]

If they date an idol, that’s a whole different story though.

They both know to not publicise it without the both of them agreeing, how the industry works, know each others history better and actually have a lot more chances of seeing each other around. [If you see idols break up bc of not having time for each other they are lying 99% of the time.]

In my eyes it’s like dating someone from your school vs waiting to become an adult and meet someone who you can connect with on a mature level you know? It will either work out, or it won’t.

Either way I agree with what you said, I do think there are a lot of idols who have broken hearts along their idol career. It would be weird if there wouldn’t be.

Just like you can tell there are idols who are completely pure. Never dated and inexperienced due to whatever belief or experience they have. I think it’s funny when people say there are none because they are grown but at the end of the day some could choose to be protective over their body. That’s completely okay too! People act like it’s a shame when it’s not. In my experience though, there are a lot more hos in the idol industry than you would think 🤧🤧🤧 [I am not sorry for saying this, some of these people are NASTY]

To put it short, a lot of idols date and we don’t know about it because quite honestly it is none of our business.

Hope I didn’t come off as cold or anything y’all, this is just the way I speak fr.

– Candy