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soft-sarcasm · 7 years ago

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im jaebum: standards.

Pairing: im jaebum x reader.

Request: vickyxmelonlove: Hello there!! May i request for a GOT7 scenario with JB or Mark where they're crush is a tsundere. ^^ please and thanks!!

Anonymous: Can you please write a Got7 JB smut with n i p p l e play? Thank you:)

Genre: smut, fluff, mild nipple play, some even milder drying humping.

Word count: 3.6+k.

a/n: so I didn’t intend to combine this two requests but it just kinda of worked so, yeah. I hope this is what you wanted, I don’t know how well it turned out because both of these things are not exactly things I’m very well versed in, so yeah. Thanks for reading.

"-Again."

"-Agai-"

"-If you say again one more time I'm going to explode." Came the voice of your boyfriend, the sound amplified as it filtered through the Mic and into the dimly lit producing booth you currently occupied.

You could understand his frustration. It was slowly going on 3am and you add been making him repeat the second half of his part in the third verse for a good ten to fifteen minutes, constantly interrupting when you deemed it necessary for a retake.

You rolled your eyes, pressing down your finger on the com button so that your voice filled the space behind the glass that currently separated you. "You're the one who wanted to make a song together Jaebummie and you knew well in advance how I operate."

You had been a music producer at JYP for years now, after being one of the few trainees who auditioned for the position and actually was hired. You had also worked on many of the most successful singles to come out of the entertainment company, songs like 'TT' by Twice that was a monster of a bit and GOT7's 'Never Ever.' That's where you had truly had gotten to know your boyfriend who was currently glaring at you from behind the glass. Of course, you both knew of each other from working in the same company for so long and having mutual friends, but you had only gotten to know each other during that time.

But while you had worked on the track, you had only assisted during the actual recording so this was the first time that he was in a session that you were leading entirely. And while he knew of your perfectionist attitude as it translated into your daily life, it seemed that he hadn't fully grasped just how ready you were to keep you both there all night until you were happy with it. You had warned him that you weren't going to compromise because of your relationship and he had simply brushed it off, eager to start on the project he had been nagging you for, for weeks after he had spent one too many times listening to some of your samples and base tracks. While he himself was no stranger to producing, he had always been fascinated by your ear for music and personal flourish that made most of the projects you touched instant hits.

"Just one more time Jae, and then I promise we're finished." You attempted to coax, putting on a pretty smile and bat of your eyelashes.

He simply scoffed but never the less slipped back on the headset. You started up the track to the right time and leaned back as he prepared to sing. Listening carefully for the correct flourishes and pronunciation that you wanted. The song cut off as did his voice, and you looked up from your notes to see him staring at you expectantly.

"Up to your standards then?"

You simply raised your shoulders, a coy smile threatening to curl at the edges of your lips. "It'll have to do. You can come out now."

There was a distinct huff that came through the Mic before you turned off the com and begun to resemble yourself as you finally prepared to leave. It wasn't that you tried to be a bitch. It was just who you were and one of the reasons why you had been able to accomplish what you had in your life. It had not been easy by any means to get yourself taken seriously as a music producer in the beginning and you had had to fight tooth and nail to get you to where you are simply due to age and being a gender which still remained unfavoured when it came to music producing.

You were a perfectionist and a borderline control freak which usually made you a pretty unlikeable person. There was also the fact that you were entirely dedicated to your just above almost everything else that had always made getting into relationships, whether platonic or romantic, rather difficult as most people rarely put up with someone who would rather stay holed up in their studio for days then replying to text messages or going outside even. You also were known to be quite harsh in your search for basic perfection and there was also your fundamentally standoffish personality. And yet, despite all these things, Im Jaebum had decided that he found you charming enough to want to date and you had found him tolerable enough to do the same. Almost 18 months later here you were.

"I should put Yugyeom in here with you, maybe then he'll stop complaining anytime I make him repeat a verse," Jaebum stated offhandedly as he entered in the sound booth area, making his way to settle in the chair next to you as he had noticed that you had favoured rerunning through the song opposed to getting fully ready to return to your apartment. "But I can't say anything; you definitely know your shit."

"Thanks," You mused, listening for any lasting imperfections for the umpteenth time that day. You had started working on this track a day or so ago, having finalised the instrumental and most of the lyrics to the point that all Jaebum would have to do is add the vocals and any lyrical choices of his own. Being in the industry had taught you both to move at an incredible pace with your own side projects being no exception.

"Ready to head home?"

You let out a non-committal hum, no longer focusing on the world around you as your mind drifted. "I just remembered there's this track Hui wanted me to smooth over that I never got around to doing."

"Good lord," Jaebum exclaimed, exasperation saturating his tone. "You cannot start anything right now. It is almost 3 and you have been up for nearly 24 hours. If you keep it any longer your eyes will literally pop out of your skull."

"Sounds fun," You stated offhandedly, now fully immersed in your own swirling brain. "I bet you I could have it done by 7."

"And die in the process?" Jaebum scoffed, pulling himself from the chair in a motion to leave. "I thought I was meant to be the tsundere one.”

“Please, that trifle you call angst is just a fraction of what I possess, so watch out,” You stated pointedly, making a flare gesture to yourself, “Because if your fans ever catch a sight of this; they’re mine.”

“Yes, yes, you’re very angsty dear.” He cooed mockingly like some patronizing grandmother causing you to scowl, “Now let’s get out of here, I’m already dead on my feet as it is.”

“But, but- the song, music, creativity,” You rambled pitifully, turning to pout and display your most endearing set of puppy dog eyes. “Just five more minutes, pwease?”

Jaebum physically cringed at the overwhelming sweetness and babyish texture of your voice, “Please, go back to being angsty that was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.”

Taking this as a cue to go farther you suddenly were springing up from your chair, performing an impromptu display of the many different ageyo expressions you had watched idols do for years. “Please, I really want to finish this song. I promise I’ll love you forever,” And just to finish it off you ended with a small whine as you jutted out your bottom lip and hung on his arm, the cherry on top being the finger heart you shot over in his direction.

“I think I’m actually going to be sick,” He gaped, face covered in nothing but pure distaste and disbelief, “You’ve officially lost it, we’re going home.”

You abandoned your posture at that, falling back into your usual stance of indifference as you regained your composure, letting out a dissatisfied sound as you did, “All that work; just to be rejected. I guess it’s true, boys are only into what’s chic these days and when a girl shows her true emotions, they simply push them aside. I thought society had moved past this, but alas,” You let out a sorrowful sigh, “We have not.”

“If that was a true display of your emotions; we need to break up,” Jaebum stated plainly moving even closure to the door causing you to wonder if he had realised that the most movement you had made to leave was stand up from your chair. “Now can we please go, I want to at least get some form of sleep before you wake me up to no doubt re-do the second verse or maybe even the entire song.”

“Perfect idea,” You exclaimed, “You go home, I stay here. I’ll call you at 10 and we can go on from there, sorted. See you tomorrow!”

There was a loud groan and a muffled bang as Jaebum all but slammed his head into the door he was in the process of opening out of what you could only assume was frustration, he then turned back to you, “Fuck man, you are so insufferable sometimes. You are not a robot, you need to sleep-”

“-Sleep,” You dismissed, “Sleep is for the weak. I’m not even tired yet, so all that would happen would be that we would get home, you would pass out and I’d just lie there, all night, fixating on the work I should be doing. I’ll sleep when this is do-”

“-more like when you’re dead if you keep this up.” Dammit. You had done it now. Gone was the majority of the playfulness that up until this point that guided your conversation. You overworking yourself was a common topic of your conversation ever since a few months back where you had suddenly passed out after leaving a recording session at 3 am. Jaebum had been near furious to find out that it was mainly due to the fact that you hadn’t slept for two days and had eaten maybe half a meal during the same time period.

You wanted to say that he couldn’t say shit because there were times when he was injured or fatigued and he still performed, but he simply argued that at least he took care of himself enough that he could actually manage those performances without flaking out. Yeah, it was a touchy subject.

“Jae,” You started, softer now with the sudden change of tone, “I really think that even if I tried, I wouldn’t get any sleep right now and you know how much I hate that, just lying there when there’s something better I could be doing. I know what you’re saying is valid and you know better than anyone that I’ve been doing better, so just this once; let me stay here and then I promise I’ll sleep all of Saturday just for you.”

There was a beat of silence and then Jaebum was dropping down his bag and sighing, making his way over to you just in time for you catch an interesting flicker of something in his feline edged eyes, “Why don’t we rather do something else that I know will tire you out and then we can go home and then you can come back?”

“And what would this something else be?” You replied, now understanding the shift in his tone as you realised that you had been backed up so that you were now pressed against the desk behind you.

There was a twitch of something between coy and satisfaction at the corners of his lips as Jaebum leaned closer so that his mouth was up against your ear, giving him the access to nip the skin. “Maybe you’ll just have to figure that out for yourself.”

You wanted to laugh at the blatant seduction in his voice but any noise that could have possibly been wanting to come out quickly evaporated as Jaebum crushed his lips against yours, teeth and tongue instantly added to mix as soon as you parted your lips. Jaebum further nestled himself into the spot between your legs, hands gripping every part of your clothed frame with just enough pressure to set you all on fire. You pulled yourself closer so that your forms were pulled together so with each one of your movements you could perfectly full every ridge of him, lazily licking and biting at his mouth as your hands travelled south so that you were roughly grabbing his ass to further push him into you.

A distinct hiss left his lips as you grinded up into him, the friction a delicious mixture of pleasure and denial, “Fuck, you really are something.”

You simply hummed in answer, taking his moment of weakness to not only spread your lips over the expanse of his exposed neck but also push the bomber jacket from his shoulders so that only a thin shirt remained. “You’re the one who offered,” You reminded while you nipped at his collar bones, “So don’t flake out on me now.”

He couldn’t answer straight away as you twist your hips up, having to regain himself before he could. “I’m not flaking, just stating the facts.”

“Then I take the compliment and raise you one,” You chortled happily, wandering fingers making their way to grasp at his belt. “Or rather, you can raise one.”

An actual laugh escaped his lips, a breathy one as you made your way to cup him in your hands, but still a laugh before he was removing himself from you for a moment, “You sure know how to just sneak in those innuendos don’t you?”

“It’s a talent,” You shrugged while making quick work of kicking off your shoes and discarding your sweater, exposing your chest instantly to the chilly sound booth thanks to your lack of bra. “But while it is one of many, patience is not, so if we could get on with this whole ‘tiring me out thing’ I’d very much appreciate it.”

Your words seemed to knock the sense that Jaebum seemed to lose at the sight of your fully bare chest. In your opinion, there was not a lot to look at, but apparently, it was one of Im Jaebum’s many things, and who were you to judge? He moved like lightning, freeing himself from his shirt and latching himself back to your body by way of your neck within a few seconds of each other. You let out an overly satisfied sound as the heat that radiated from his body made contact with you, an even more pampered noise escaping when a warm hand clamped down on your right breast, nimble fingers further stimulating your nipple that had already become perked due to the contrast of temperature.

His tongue trailed down your neck, teeth sometimes joining so that a kaleidoscope of sensation greeted you with each ministration. He only stopped when he reached the left side of your chest that had seemed neglected until then, his breath stuttering for just a moment as you continued to twist your clothed core up into his. You let out a soft gasp when his mouth finally came into contact with your nipple, there being no time to recover was his other hand pinched down on your other one.

“Shit,” You cursed while tossing your head back, keeping yourself stable by pushing back on the desk space behind you to keep you stable. There was a nip at the sensitive flesh that you could only imagine was overly red due to his ministrations. “Jae.”

He perked up at the sound of his nickname, a look of pure satisfaction and mischief in his eyes as he gazed up at you, “Yes? You okay up there?”

You let out a frustrated huff, the sound finishing over as a stunted whine when he decided that now was the appropriate time to give you a small flick. “Can we skip this part already? I know it’s like, a thing, but I currently need a different thing if you get what I mean.”

You were answered with a noncommittal hum and a kiss to the side that had once been occupied by his left hand, “I don’t know, I think you may have to be more specific. I mean, how am I meant to successfully tire you out if I don’t know what you want?”

There was a shriek when he sunk his teeth down and suddenly all of your inhibitions were gone and you were thrusting up your hips, “If you don’t fuck me this fucking instant I swear to god Jaebum I will get myself off right here, right now and make you watch.”

That seemed to knock some sense into him, especially as he knew you were perfectly capable of going through with any and all threats. There had been this one time when he had attempted to distract you from your work for a good two hours because he was horny and wanted attention even though you had a deadline. Simply put, he never tried that ever again.

The memory of that torturous night was probably one of the things that set him into instant motion, making quick work of helping you lift yourself up enough to take off your leggings before doing the same to his own jeans, though it seemed he was slightly too eager to even finish the job as he regained his spacing as soon as they were far enough down his thighs so that he could push down his underwear. You understood why the mere thought of not being able to finish what he had started and made him act so quickly when you saw the sight of his cock, incredibly hard and dripping precum. You had seen his dick enough times to not be surprised by it anymore but that didn’t mean that you didn’t take the time to admire it, not that that’s what you were doing right now, right now you were more frustrated by the fact that you could still see it and it wasn’t inside of your rather than how unnaturally pretty it was.

He didn’t waste any time either, cloaking your body with his own, mouth mashing against your own as you felt the all too familiar, yet still exhilarating feeling of his head lined up to your thoroughly sopping entrance. Even though it had barely been a day since the last time you had fucked, it felt like you hadn’t felt his body this close to your own in months. That feeling was quickly extinguished when he slid into you, the stretch welcomed as you both moaned in content.

“Fuck yes,” You sighed in satisfaction, rotating your hips in appreciation of the filling sensation.

Jaebum pressed an overly mushy kiss to your lips before he begun to move, each thrust making you both more riled up and sedated, his empty hand that wasn’t busy keeping your leg up to allow better access, sneaking in between your bodies to latch onto your swollen clit.

You clenched at the added stimulation causing him to groan, “Fuck, you feel fucking amazing.”

“Thanks,” You hummed, clenching down again as your eyes fought to not flutter closed. You enjoyed seeing Jaebum like this, sweat beginning to drip from his dark hair, face flushed with exertion, not to mention basically naked.

“Stop that,” He berated as you tightened yet again, “This is about you if you keep doing that there’s not going to be much of me left.”

“Sorry,” You apologised though it lost its sincerity when you pressed down again causing him to glare at you and press down harder on your clit in retaliation causing you to unleash a loud curse as you threw your head back. There was a twist in your stomach that you knew all too well, the sensation sending shocks through your body. “Fuck.”

“Seems like I won’t have to hold on for that much longer,” Jaebum chortled while slamming back into you causing you to let out an almost shriek.

He was right though, you could see your finish line, the race coming to an end with each twist of his thumb and slam of his hips. Then there was an intruder at your already full entrance and you arched from the table as Jaebum slipped in another finger alongside his dick, successfully stealing the air from your very beginning. You were completely speechless at the sudden sensation that was only amplified by the finger both in you and the one of your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You repeated like a mantra before you were cumming, clamping down on Jaebum with an additional tightness thanks to the extra component which sent him spiralling.

Heavy breathing filled the sound booth, sounding as pleasant to you as many of the songs that had been produced in the very same space. You were thoroughly satisfied and there was an overwhelming sense of numbing exhaustion taking over your very being. Jaebum regained his strength before you did, moving you both to the couch after pulling out, he set you down in a lying position before he went off to find something to clean you off with.

“You tired enough to go home no-” Jaebum begun as he returned with a cloth after having to put on his clothes to go retrieve one, only to be met with you already passed out on the couch, having obviously used the last of your strength to grab for his discarded jacket to cover yourself. He let out a laugh at the endearing sight of your innocent expression as you slept peacefully, muttering himself as he made his way over to you, “Tsundere indeed.”

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letsgogatsebenguys · 4 years ago

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badkpopimagines · 6 years ago

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Imagine

your bias group is making a comeback but the concept was that they were all wearing bald caps all the time and then a week later they were like we will now reveal what hair we have under our bald caps but then they were just bald but like old man bald where they still had hair on the sides of their head

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peachyfic · 6 years ago

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Wonderful Feeling - Jinyoung

January 4th. Mark

January 5th. Jinyoung

After yesterday’s exhausting basketball game with Mark, you felt like a zombie when you got out of bed. Your next date, Jinyoung was waiting for you by an art museum at 10 in the morning so you really had no time to feel sorry for yourself and for your aching body. Since it was an indoor date, you risked wearing the dress that BamBam bought especially as he mentioned it’s Jinyoung’s taste.

Some people might have freaked out if they hear the date is going to be in a museum, as it can get boring. But you were excited as not a lot of people appreciate history and art, especially not from the people who are around your age. Since you felt so tired from last night and a museum visit also consists of a lot of walking, you decided to take a taxi to the museum. You were a few minutes early and for your surprise, Jinyoung was already there. Thanks to BamBam you already knew how he looked like so you couldn’t miss him, though it would have been hard to miss such a dashing guy.

Jinyoung for sure looked like a handsome actor right out from a romantic movie. The way he was standing there, leaning to the wall, looking down at his phone, made you think he will probably not be as easy going as the other guys were before him. His outfit was preppy and he was just overall picture perfect. All of these observations made you feel even more nervous, so the way you approached him was kind of like as if you were preparing to meet with a shark, that happened to be really handsome.

You stopped in front of him, clearing your throat, in return he quickly looked up from his phone and as you faced him, he took your breath away even more.

“Jinyoung?” You asked and when he heard his name, he sweetly smiled at you, resulting in all your worries flying away. His smile was so warm, especially how small wrinkles formed around his large round eyes.

“Yes, so I guess you are y/n,” he said and he extended his hand which you shook. “The guys were right... you are really pretty. And this dress nicely suits you,” he said and was he was blushing a bit. A guy like him? Blushing? Because of you? You couldn’t believe it.

“Little birds chirped that this dress might be your style,” you said with a smile. Jinyoung nodded, still smiling.

“Well I would never wear something like this, but you are right,” he chuckled at his own lame joke. Okay, you were definitely not intimidated by him anymore as he had such a lame sense of humor.

“Oh well, I thought I might let you know where I got this from if you ever wanted to match with me,” you said sarcastically and he laughed out loud.

“I think we are going to have a great time today,” he said with a relieved sigh.

The two of you walked through the security check and inside the museum you gave your coats in the cloakroom. You took a map of the museum, but Jinyoung seemed to know already where he is going. There was a special exhibition of Claude Monet’s works that was only displayed for a few weeks. It was on the third floor, so you had to climb up large steps and passing by many great exhibitions that were there on a regular basis.

“After we finished here we can try to look around the whole museum. But since it just opened there won’t be that many people at the Monet exhibition yet,” said Jinyoung as he noticed your gaze looking at different rooms with other great artwork. Monet was an extremely popular painter so you could imagine how a huge crowd would form later that day.

“Do you often go to museums?” You asked him and he shook his head.

“My time doesn’t allow it that much, but I do like to go to museums. Especially when I’m in a foreign country because that’s one of the best ways to learn about a country’s history and culture,” he said and you could tell he was intelligent and thoughtful.

“I would like to go to museums more often but there aren’t that many people who would actually come with me. And alone it’s kind of depressing,” you said.

“I agree with you, alone it’s not as much fun but you have to bring the right person who will appreciate the time spending on artwork and historical artifacts. And I think I just found my new museum partner,” he said with a cheeky smile as he looked at you. This made you blush and not be able to say anything for the next few seconds.

You finally arrived at the Monet exhibition but despite going so early, there were already a lot of people. You got almost pushed away by a group of people who were listening to a tour guide so you grabbed onto Jinyoung’s arm to not lose him in the crowd. This caught him by surprise but when he realized why you grabbed onto his arm, he properly held your hand with his, guiding you through the crowd.

“This is amazing,” he gasped as you stopped in front of Monet’s Impression, Sunrise painting. “Did you know that this painting was the start of what we call now Impressionist painters?” He asked and you shook your head. “Well since the title says it, Impression, a French critic used this word to describe the style and since then other painters during this time adopted the word,” he explained and the way he talked about these facts made his eyes shine. He was truly fascinated by it and had much knowledge of the subject.

“I think it looks great, much better than I expected. But definitely smaller than I thought. Like compared to his Water Lilies series, that is just huge,” you said, looking at those paintings displayed in the room.

“Definitely smaller. Same thing as with Mona Lisa. Though when I checked it out I already knew what to expect but still the feeling of disappointment was in me,” he said while putting his hand on his heart, acting out how it hurt his feelings. You chuckled at his act and after that, he let out an embarrassed laugh.

“I can’t believe you saw Mona Lisa in real life,” you noted and he shrugged.

“My job has some benefits, like going to different countries once in a while,” he replied.

You moved on to the Water Lillies series, which took you some minute to process it all. The two of you were quietly standing next to each other, thinking about the different things that you noticed in the large painting. People, however, kept on bumping into you, which wasn’t that pleasant. Jinyoung noticed that people started to crowd your spot, so in a protective way, he put his arm around your shoulder so people can’t push you aside. This move looked so natural to him as if it was no big deal, but for you and your heart, it was a big deal. You kept on blushing and you no longer had the ability to focus on the painting. When you were busy collecting yourself, Jinyoung took a quick glance at you and how you were affected by his touch and it made him smile.

After you finished looking at the Monet paintings, you headed down to the museum’s cafe to get some refreshments. Jinyoung, like the gentleman he is, didn’t let you pay any won. When you sat down across each other by a large window, that’s when you noticed how it was pouring outside.

“Wow, you had your picnic date with Mark hyung just on the right day,” he noted.

“For sure, I wouldn’t have like to get all wet, but now it doesn’t matter,” you replied.

“I hope it will stop by the time we finish... I didn’t bring an umbrella,” he sighed and you thought you will probably just take a taxi. “Oh by the way, now that I got reminded of Mark hyung he told me that he failed to ask for your number because he ran away for some reason, so he wants me to give him your number,” he said with a laugh. You started smiling too as you thought about what happened last night.

“Yes, he felt embarrassed,” you said and Jinyoung shook his head while still smiling.

“Though now that I think about it, I might keep your number to myself,” he said cheekily and you laughed.

“Don’t be so sure that I give it to you, the date is not over yet,” you teased him and he took a deep sigh.

“Okay I will try my best to earn your phone number,” he said and he put his hand on his heart to swear for it.

After you finished eating and drinking in the cafe, you headed to other exhibitions to see what other great items the museum holds. It was surprising how much Jinyoung knew about so many different historical times. He did admit that this great knowledge came from reading so many books and how he just randomly looked up things on the internet.

You never had such this level of deep conversation with anyone before, and you could just talk to him or listen to him talking for hours. But then everything needs to come to an end. The museum was closing but Jinyoung quickly disappeared in the gift shop and then he came back with a small bag.

“This is for you, to remember our date,” he said and you took out the gift from the bag which was a handmade bookmark inspired by Monet’s Water Lillies.

“Thank you, this is lovely,” you said while you examined the thin but beautiful bookmark.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said as he patted your head, making your heart skip a beat once again. You could tell he enjoyed making your heart flutter.

When you got outside, it was still raining heavily. Jinyoung took off his coat and put it above both of you, telling you to get closer to him. As he shielded you from the rain, waiting to catch a taxi, you noticed a Japanese restaurant on the other side of the road.

“Don’t you want to have dinner with me, there?” You asked and a smile appeared on his face.

“I thought you’ll never ask,” he said with a chuckle and you giggled at his response.

You had sushi while drinking wine and you told him a lot of things about yourself, mainly about your childhood. He seemed to be in a nostalgic mood as he listened closely to your words while he was also excited to share stories from his childhood.

After that, you took a taxi together. You felt the wine going in your head so you felt a little drowsy. You ended up putting your head on Jinyoung’s broad shoulder and he didn’t mind it at all.

When you arrived at your house, Jinyoung asked for the taxi driver to wait for him. You were standing in the rain but he still asked for your number.

“Hm, I’m not too sure if I should give it to you..” you said acting hesitant to tease him.

“Do you want me to get on my knees and beg?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Here, but I hope you are not only asking for it to give it to Mark.”

“Well if I will give it to him... I need to think about that,” he laughed. Then when he realized he made the driver wait too long, he held out his arms to embrace you in a tight hug. You never felt such a warm and sincere hug before. It was truly healing. In the meantime, Jinyoung gave a kiss on the top of your head, then he went back to the taxi. You waved to each other until the car was completely out of sight.

January 6th. Jaebum

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thorns-and--thistles · 7 years ago

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Moon on the Bridge (Bias x Reader) Pt.7

B/N joins his hands together, elbows resting on his knees as he sits forward, “Well, we could start with last night,”

“Okay,” your knees are pressed together tightly, squeezing your fingers together. Your body is extremely tense. The day before yesterday, you and him were just old lovers who didn’t speak a word to each other, and now after last night.. You don’t even know what to say to him.

“My actions weren’t entirely impulsive,” he confesses, “But, I realized it wasn’t fair considering our history. And I’m sorry for how I did it,”

You weren’t sorry how it happened.

“Especially with Eden,” you add in.

His eyebrows furrow for only a moment before he shakes his head, “She isn’t my girlfriend,”

“Oh,” Slight relief at his response? Maybe.

“It seems B/W wasn’t pleased either, with how he was acting,”

You might as well tell him since he said it first, “He’s not my boyfriend either,”

“Looks like something’s there though,”

“Yeah, same with you and Eden,”

He doesn’t say anything to that and you sip your hot chocolate to avoid eye contact.

“But yeah, that’s pretty much it,” he says awkwardly.

That’s not it.

You take the plates and cups to the kitchen, needing this time away as an excuse. So much to say but no one’s saying anything and you know why.

You should be speaking. You’re the one that broke up with him. It’s clear to him that your feelings haven’t all vanished and it’s very clear to you that he still has feelings for you, for reasons beyond your comprehension.

You grip the counter to stabilize yourself. What do you even say? Where do you start? The thought of speaking to him about the past has your stomach in knots. Can’t you just avoid this like you’ve avoided everything else?

You smooth your hair back, massaging your neck as you turn around. B/N is standing behind you with his hands in his pockets. You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

He steps towards you cautiously, eyes holding your own.

You don’t know what he’s doing, but he takes your hand, gently placing your arm around his waist.

“Don’t,” Already you’re resisting him, stepping back and trying to pull your hand away.

He embraces you with his other arm, pulling you against him. You gasp.

He’s hugging you.

You’re stiff, but he seems to have no intention of releasing you.

“Please, let go,” you whisper.

It’s about to happen. Your throat is choking up, eyes burning hot. You don’t want to cry but you can’t stop it.

You try not to make a sound as the tears seep into his sweater, but your chest heaves. He rubs your back, his arms getting tighter.

Why is he doing this? Too many conflicting emotions. You push against his stomach, removing yourself from his embrace while his hand still holds yours, “Please, don’t fight me,” his voice is gentle.

“Is this what you wanted?” your voice is barely above a whisper, “Are you glad to see how I turned out after all this time?”

“No,” he responds immediately, moving towards you. But you don’t believe him.

“Is this your way of revenge?”

“Revenge?” his eyebrows furrow, “Do you hear yourself?”

“Who gives a shit if we kissed,” you pull your hand away, angrily wiping those pitiful tears from your face, “If we fucked it wouldn’t have made a difference.”

The look on his face is grave, his lips tight. You look away, regretting your choice of words but it doesn’t stop you.

“So that’s how you’ve been handling it,” he eyes are glossy.

“Yes. Are you disappointed in me?” you step towards him, “Do you see me as unworthy now? I’m not the same girl as before,”

He’s silent, looking in your face and for the life of you, you struggle to maintain eye contact.

“It seems the one who’s disappointed or sees them self as unworthy is you, Y/N,” he says carefully.

His response catches you off guard.

“I never wanted this for you, as hard as it may be for you to believe me. Your wellbeing is all that I wanted for you,” he sighs, “I never hated you for leaving me. If it meant your happiness, that’s all that mattered to me.”

Everything that he’s saying is like a blow to the walls of your mind.

“If I knew that this is how you would’ve ended up...” he shakes his head, dismissing his statement.

“What?” you feel a bit defensive.

“I wouldn’t have left you alone,”

You feel all the fighting energy in your body leave you with that statement.

He looks up with a sigh.

"Why do you care? It’s not your job to worry about me anymore,”

“I never considered it to be a job.”

You can’t think of anything else to say but you feel something you hadn’t felt ina long time. Remorse.

He walks to the living room, putting on his coat. You don’t follow him and he doesn’t wait for you. He walks out your door without another word.

B/N takes a taxi home, since he’s unfamiliar with the bus route, but stops halfway near a bar. He can’t be home with his mind racing like this. He’s feeling too many things at once, unable to find stable ground.

He knew when he spoke to her those weeks ago that she wasn’t the same person. Something about her eyes just didn’t seem familiar to him. She would smile and her eyes wouldn’t reciprocate the emotions she was trying to convey.

He’d be lying if he said that her sleeping with other people to handle her distress didn’t bother him. The fact that she felt the need to or thought she had no other option...he shared the blame in this.

She was his best friend. He felt the loss of losing not just his lover, but his friend also. He was alone during that time, but he had people he could turn to, talk to. He knew Y/N wasn’t like that. She wasn’t open to sharing her feelings or depending on anyone.

So why did he allow her to sever contact with him 3 years ago? In a way, he couldn’t have stopped it, but he could’ve persisted.

He swishes the alcohol in the glass, having only taken three sips.

His phone vibrates and he doesn’t know why but he checks to see if it’s Y/N. Despite the words that she said tonight, he understood.

But it’s not Y/N; it’s Eden. He puts his phone back in his pocket, sighing as he brings the glass to his lips.

I shouldn’t have left you.

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moonbelt · 7 years ago

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»mind over matter

↳ neighbors to lovers au

⇢ pairing: jaebum | reader

⇢ genre: fluff + slight angst + sexual themes

⇢ word count: 9.704

⇢ description: as it turns out your cat loves your neighbors apartment more than yours. consequently it happens to belong to the new neighbor dude that’s stuck comforting you after a measly break-up.

author’s note: born out of this request, and the sheer need to read a neighbor au fic haha. i hope you enjoy it anon! i really hope i did this justice!!

It takes only a moment for your life to change right before your eyes. And although you had never been one to abide or listen to corny quotes ripped off the internet, your step-mother had framed more than half of them around your apartment. In an attempt to bring "life" into your dingy residence. You hadn't even realized that they could, in fact, be true. Actual facts.

You had long since accepted the fact that there were always greater things at work. You were in control of your life but not that of others. Everything had a cycle, a plan, and that didn't by default make it any fair. Nothing in life ever was, your mother had drilled into your head, but that didn't stop you from resenting it.

You resented the things you could not change and loathed the things you could. Like how you could've prevented this whole shit-show from happening if you'd opened your eyes a little wider and seen all the thorns beneath the roses. The thorns being your ex-boyfriend. Major emphasis on the ex because you wouldn't be caught dead crawling back to that bastard, Theo.

Theo. It all led to him.

Well not necessarily everything, more like anything that had to do with your romantic and, in a long round-about, extended way, your social life. A deep shudder racks through your body as you begin to think about him. Oh God, you wanted so badly to run out of your apartment and back to his and smack his head so hard he saw the stars all the way from the Upside Down.

So maybe you're being a bit overdramatic when you say: All the moments that have happened so far in your life were, inevitably, leading to shit. But in no way are you not entitled to say it.

Your boss had nitpicked everything you'd done all day, creeping steadily up your already tensed nerves. One of your colleagues — René — was always within earshot when this happened, like glue you couldn't scrape off no matter how hard you tried. Always ready to throw a sly remark your way every time your boss had something to complain about. The only thing stopping your fist from connecting firm with her jaw was the fact that you prided yourself on having more class than her.

This decision that you wrongfully, and albeit naively, made came back to bite you deep in the ass.

Reason one as to why you're cooped up in your small apartment alone on a Friday night. Keyword in that sentence is: alone. You suppose that the blame doesn't lie with René alone. It's more eighty percent Theo and twenty percent René. Theo. Even his name begins to remind you of quickly decomposing poop. You would never have guessed him to be a cheater, but then again you had been blinded by whatever the heck it was you'd seen in him.

You shudder for the nth time that night as you bring your blanket closer to your chin and sigh into your chest. This whole situation is stupid and you're positive that in three months you'll look back at it and laugh. But not now. Now you'd rather throw yourself into watching your favorite French melodrama titled Piégé.

At first, you'd only started watching it in a bid to get more accustomed to the language as you were taking a French course in college and you did not want to fail. But it had been approximately eight months since you'd graduated university and you were under no obligation to be watching it anymore. In fact, you have no idea how you even got into Piégé in the first place, but at least it's helping you attempt to forget what a shitty boyfriend Theo had been. Never mind that the series is filled to the brim with unnecessary drama. But, hey! You'd rather watch the drama about other people's lives than dwell on the drama brewing in yours.

Turning your attention back to your laptop that's gingerly placed on your lap, you try to get immersed back into the film. The main character — Alphonsine Vernoux — is saying, no screaming, at her boyfriend to get out of her apartment because she "can't be with him because our parents would never approve." Her boyfriend, a man named Jean-Louis refuses and long story short — because there's a lot of back and forth squabbles that ultimately mean the same thing; Alphonsine and Jean-Louis have really hot make-out sex.

The scene though is disrupted by your phone beeping off with the arrival of a new text message. It's from Youngjae, your best and only friend from work. For a moment, you're tempted to ignore it and watch Jean-Louis push Alphonsine up against the wall in sexy frustration. But alas, you decide against it, Youngjae probably has a really good reason for seeking out your companionship, even if it does come in the form of a text and my actual speaking.

Youngjae: Did you know a Tarantula spider can survive for more than two years without food?? [9:32 pm]

You fight a laugh as you think of an answer. And you'll admit, you had no idea this particular breed of spider could survive that long. You figure he must be watching another documentary because this is a reoccurring theme. Almost every(?) night, Youngjae sends you threads of rapid-fire texts narrating the things he found out from animal documentaries, that he's definitely already watched a thousand times but still is beyond fascinated by. Usually, you also sent him texts about Piégé but today you weren't feeling it.

You: really??? thats cool. maybe i should hope to be a tarantula in my next life? [9:33 pm]

Youngjae: lol who says you even have a next life? might be ur last one right now [9:36 pm]

Youngjae: oh hey, i was gonna ask you. are you and theo down to go watch a movie tomorrow? that new horror movie you were wanting to see is playing [9:36 pm]

You stare at your phone for a good ten minutes wondering what exactly you should send as a reply, berating yourself for having not yet told Youngjae about the things that transpired between you and Theo. That you caught Theo in bed with René roughly a week ago and you doubt you even want to tell him.

You know he won't pity you, Youngjae would most likely feel saddened by the events but not pity directed at you. Maybe pity directed at Theo? Because he damn sure lost the second-best thing that happened in his life, the first best thing being Ara, your cat. And it's not like you're heartbroken and devastated by what happened, you feel more sad about it than anything. Sad and tired. Five months with that dude and it all amassed to absolutely nothing.

The only thing that seems able enough to break you out of your trance state is the loud blaring of your alarm clock as it reads you the time. Nine forty-five. Time for you to feed your cat. Your cat that always seems to magically disappear once you get home from work. You groan. Ara had always been fonder of Theo than you, after all, he had been the one to pick her out. You had wanted a dog but as always, Theo had convinced you. And even though at first, you'd hated how Ara scratched almost everything in sight, she'd grown on you and now you wished she'd done the same.

Pushing yourself off the sofa, you make your way to your apartment searching for Ara. Usually, she likes to hang in dark places, ergo your closets, but after you make two rounds of opening and closing every drawer or door without finding her, you begin to think that something has gone amiss.

Alphonsine Vernoux is still going on whatever new drama has befallen her. She talks in rapid French that you don't understand completely because of the lack of your trusty subtitles. Well not talking, more screaming than anything. She always seems to do more screaming than actual talking, but maybe that's just you.

"Merde!" She cries now, and if the broken understanding of the language is anything to go by. Fuck! is the translation.

Fuck it really is. You can't lose a cat. Correction: you can't lose your cat. You love Ara too much and although the love isn't reciprocated in the same way you want, you can't be responsible for the death of a good ole cat.

Okay, so maybe the 'good' is an oversimplification but you don't want the blood of anything on your hands, with a little exception for Theo, you're not above getting into a catfight with him (which you technically already did, although the damage was mainly done with words.) Calling Theo a bloody bastard and airing out all his dirty laundry (mainly his nauseating habits that you'd pushed to the side) to dry in front of his new fling, René was as much metaphoric blood you were willing to have sprayed on your hands. Maybe you were being more influenced by your dramas than you thought?

But back to the real point at hand, you do not want ill to befall anyone (apart from Theo). And especially not your cat.

You're so far gone with searching every nook and cranny of your little apartment for a hint of Ara that you don't notice the incessant knocking that has started tapping up your door. Quickly, you drop the pile of clothes you'd thrown out of your wardrobe, as you had raided to look for Ara, and head over to your front door.

Peering up through the peephole, you try to decipher who's there. Hopefully not Theo. He'd tried stopping by twice since you broke up with him and it always ended in you telling him to get the hell out and he claiming to have made a "grave mistake" and all that jazz that you do not believe which leads to you yelling at him to leave again. Jesus Christ, you were turning into a miniature Alphonsine, the only thing missing was the hot sex. Which you weren't getting any time soon and even if you were, it sure as fuck wasn't coming from Theo.

But regardless of this new discovery, you're still in no mood to see him today. You already have to deal with him every day at work and you'd rather not bring that hell of a mess home.

So, when you pull the door open the door, you're somewhat already preparing yourself to clash face-to-face with your ex. Ready to send him away again because, for the love of God, you're not going to hand him a second chance even if your life depends on it. But instead of Theo, it's someone completely different. Someone that's holding a sleepy Ara in his hands, scratching her head lightly.

"Oh my god," you say, reaching for Ara and taking her cautiously into your arms. You know better than to try and disrupt her sleepy state. "Thank you so much. I had no idea she even left the apartment."

The man waves away your gratitude with a shrug, smiling in a blithe manner. "It's no problem at all. I'm not sure if you noticed but she likes coming to my apartment a lot."

This is news to you but you don't want to seem as incompetent as you feel in front of this stranger, so you force a smile unto your face and try to relax the tensions in your shoulders.

"Really? I'm sorry but I have to ask, who are you?"

A look of embarrassment washes over his features as he soaks in your words. Maybe you were too harsh, calling him out like that? But you truly didn't know him at all. There was no way you'd ever forget a face like his, you don't think. He didn't have rough around the edges, rogue looks like Theo (or any of your exes, to be honest) but he had a sort of laidback and soft vibe with black locks falling short off his shoulders in smooth bouncy waves.

Clearing his throat, he replies. "I'm your neighbor, Jaebum. You can call me Jae for short. I moved in about four weeks ago? Sorry I wasn't able to introduce myself earlier, but yeah, your cat likes to come over to my place and at first I really did think she was a stray, that's why I've been taking care of her anytime she showed up but had I known, I would've never tried to impose on you like that, that was—"

You have a feeling that he's not going to stop rambling unless you do the honors of helping him. So, you interrupt.

"It's okay, don't worry about it... Jae. She can do that sometimes. I really should get her a collar or something."

Since she'd mostly stayed at Theo's place and not yours, you hadn't thought about getting her one before. Theo didn't want it on her and you hadn't really thought about the possibility of losing her. Mainly because the events that surrounded you bringing Ara to your place had been unnerving. You'd found Theo in bed with Rene and subsequently, you had stormed out of there (after giving him a full piece of your broken mind) with Ara in your hands and your car keys already fumbling with trying to open your car.

"What's her name?"

Jaebum — Jae — is the one to shake you out of your thoughts, looking genuinely curious to know the answer to his question. You figure there's nothing wrong with telling him, especially since he'd been kind enough to take care of her in your negligence.

"Ara," you finally say, giving him a dry smile. "Thank you for taking care of her for me in my absence."

He shrugs again, running his hand through his hair and you watch as Ara meows as she stretches her body towards him. You still in your movements of scratching the top of her head. She never does that. At least, she's never done that to you, she'd always craved Theo's attention and now you see, she craves Jaebum's.

Maybe she's going through a phase where she only wants male attention?

You think it'll be rude to send him on his way without making small talk so after a while of restraining Ara in your arms, you fix your gaze back to him and say:

"So... do you have any cats?"

"Yeah. Three but one is staying over at my sisters for the meantime."

Wow. You don't think you could ever be responsible for more than two lives, you could barely remind yourself to have three meals a day and had to set timers to feed Ara because, god willing, you are bound to forget to one way or another. So, for that reason alone, you begin to hold this neighbor of yours on a higher pedestal. Taking care of three cats doesn't sound as comfortable or easy, you admire him for that.

"You must really love cats then," you snort to yourself at how obvious you're being. Of course, he loves cats, he has three.

He nods his head, probably realizing that this is his cue to leave. "Cats are amazing. Anyways, it was nice meeting you..."

"y/n," you fill in for him.

Jae smiles at your name as he continues on. "It was nice meeting you, y/n. If Ara ever needs to hang out with other cats or anything like that, mine seem to love her more than me."

Oh, how you can relate. Ara seems to like everyone else on the planet but you, her caregiver. You frown. Maybe you're feeding her food she doesn't like? You make a mental note to research more on cat food before you turn in for the night.

"Nice meeting you too, Jae. Hopefully, we see each other sometime."

Against your own words, you do not, in fact, see each other sometime after that. If not for the fact that you're mainly preoccupied with due dates from work, you think you would have gone out of your way to make sure it happened because contrary to what your heart was telling you, you thought he was kind of cute. Well, not kinda. You really thought he was cute.

And if it had been of your own will, you would've long ago tried to ask him out on a date because hell, your single and ready to move past your ex. But your boss has ridiculously been on your case the past few weeks and by the luck of your fate, you've been paired, for the latest project, with René. René that refuses to let a day go by without rubbing into your face the "amazing" sex she's having with Theo, not that you even care. Fuck, you really want to deck her. How can someone be so un-classy about having your sloppy seconds? You'd never know.

Either way, René doesn't seem to be any help with the project. You've tried to work with her, although you really want to shove a stiletto heel through her eye for always going on and on about your fucking ex, she is adamant on not being productive or helpful. You wonder how she even got her job as a secretary in the first place. If you were the boss you'd never hire her. But in any case, you're stuck with her unhelpful ass for the next two weeks until the presentation to pitch a new update would be held.

"Ugh," you sigh to yourself as you lay on your living room floor, staring idly at your laptop. "This isn't going anywhere."

True to form, René had forgotten to send you the age demographics of people that had been using your company's app in the last six months. And without that vital information, you were stumped with how to prepare your speech. You wish you could call her and ask her to email it to you ASAP, but you know from experience that she would either ignore it or send you something completely irrelevant. What did you ever do to warrant such unprofessionalism from her, you wonder.

Flipping on your back, you stare absentmindedly at your ceiling. Maybe you should go out? It is a Wednesday night and you're almost certain that you're not going to clubbing today but you want to get out. So, after minutes of deliberating, you decide that you would go jogging. It's been a long time since you'd done anything active, you preferred to stay inside and watch stuff. But Piégé isn't scheduled to release a new episode until tomorrow, and you're bored.

Quickly, you go back to your room and try to find your exercise clothes that are hiding behind more used clothing. When you open your closet, you're met with the piercing blue eyes of Ara and your skin jumps off your bones.

"Oh my god, Ara," you say after catching your breath. "Why do you always do this."

These days she seems to be sulking. Maybe she's finally realizing that Theo is a no-show and you're all she's got. She refuses to allow you to carry her anymore and you think she's going through some kind of withdrawal phase. The only time she comes out of her dark places is to eat or to sit in front of the front door. Waiting for what? You don't know. But you guess she might be waiting for a long time.

Gingerly, you lift Ara up and make fast work with finding your clothes. Once you do, you strip out of your pajamas and change into your athletic leggings, a long-sleeved shirt and tie your shoes. Ara has made her way to the living room and once again has resumed her spot in front of the door. Christ, maybe you should call Theo and have the two of you work out details about the rearing of Ara.

Maybe two weeks with him and then two weeks with you? But then again, he hasn't actually asked about Ara at all since the breakup, so you wonder if he even cares that she's gone. You check to make sure her collar is on her neck before you grab your phone, keys, and earphones. Even though you're sure she won't care, you blow Ara a kiss right before you close the front door and lock it.

As you're walking past the apartment next to yours — room 321, to be exact — their door opens and out comes Jae. He has a leash connected to two collars that are respectively connected to one white cat and another black one. You still have at least a few seconds to dash down the stairs without him seeing you but you find your feet remaining where they are and you find yourself saying:

"Oh, hey!" There's so much excitement in your voice that you inwardly cringe at it. "Long time no see."

He makes a loud noise of surprise when his gazes rests on you, his hands reaching out to clutch his chest. "Shit, that scared me."

You laugh at him. His hair is hidden behind a gray beanie and it helps you see his face clearly and you notice the little black dot above one of his eyes, it's cute — you think.

"Sorry," you say, not sorry at all.

He knows this and his mouth breaks into a low smirk. He makes a move to run his hand through his hair but stops halfway when he remembers that he cannot because of the beanie. "Are you heading out?"

You nod your head. "Yeah, this body isn't going to work out itself."

"I'm taking Kunta and Odd for a walk, mind if I join you?" He points at each cat when he says their name and they perk up when he says it.

You suddenly feel like going back to your apartment and hugging Ara, but you know she'd probably scratch your face against the skinship. So, you grit your teeth and focus on the cats in front of you instead.

"Not at all. Do you have a route you usually take?" You ask as the two of you walk down the stairs, Kunta and Odd in Jaebum's arms.

"It's a pretty simple one. From here to the park and back."

Fucking hell. The park is at least thirty minutes away by car, imagine how far it'll be by walking? You groan at the thought. This is the first time you're going jogging in months and by god, you need to take it slow or else you'll end up passed out before you even make a round trip. Jaebum must realize your distaste about the prospect of making a fifty-minute walk because he offers to cut it short. Faster than you'd like, you agree to his adjusting. Maybe in a few weeks, you'd be able to, but right now in the state that you're in, you doubt you'll last.

Outside the August air is not as hot as you thought it'd be so you're thankful that you had enough sense to wear a long shirt because if not, you'd be tempted to run back inside your apartment and watch reruns of Piégé in the comfort of your bed. Jae sets his cats on the ground, oblivious to your internal turmoil, and begins to lead the way. Easily, you fall into step with him.

You find out that he's a very fast walker as you try to keep a conversation going. You ask him about his job and find out that he owns a pizzeria, to your astonishment. You'd always wanted to be your own boss, sadly that was a bust. He tells you that running his own place is pretty fun minus a few exceptions but it was a family business so, once he graduated college his father passed it on.

He asks you about what you do for fun and you tell him about your obsession — love — for Piégé with a pride in your voice. Although you tell him that you can't really watch it without subtitles since your French is still lacking, he seems blown by it regardless and you feel satisfied for some reason. Like you've impressed him a little.

After almost a good fifteen minutes of keeping the same pace and you feel as if you're finally getting the hang of things, he breaks into a run. You think you can keep up, you're not that out of shape but before you know it, you're struggling to release a breath and you're about ready to collapse on the concrete ground in defeat. Even his freaking cats have better stamina than you, damn.

"You okay there, y/n?" Jaebum asks when he catches a glimpse of you almost knocking your knees against each other. Fuck, this is embarrassing.

Struggling you manage a response. "Definitely. I'm a just a little... peachy."

Jaebum snickers at you, folding his arms across his chest and halting his steps to allow you calm down. "Really? Wouldn't have guessed."

You're tempted to throw him the finger because you know he is mocking you but instead, you squat down and place your head in between your hands. It hasn't even been thirty minutes and you already want to quit, how the hell is he doing it? You raise your head and give him a once-over. In his black t-shirt and matching basketball shorts, you think, he definitely looks the part of a healthy runner.

"Are you checking me out?"

Whoa, you are most definitely not. Okay, maybe you are. But it's not like you can help it. He has pretty defined muscles and his smile sort of does something to you, you're not exactly sure what, but you'd be a fool to deny how sexy he looks. He doesn't come off as cocky or overbearing. His looks are more soft and easy on your eyes, a good kind of feeling.

"So, what if I am?" You cock an eyebrow at him.

He doesn't expect your reply. You know this because, after a few seconds of him looking out of his element, he clears his throat and says:

"I was not expecting that."

You scoff lightly at him, standing back to your full height and dusting imaginary dust off your leggings. He's cute, you think for maybe the second(?) time that night.

"I'm ready to continue if you are," you pull your hair strands together and tie them into a ponytail.

"You're telling me," Jaebum laughs softly at the smirk dancing on your lips. "Bet you'll need another break in fifteen minutes."

Rolling your eyes, you pat his shoulder playfully. "Try me."

And try you he does. If you thought he was running fast before, he turns into damn sonic in front of your eyes. Holy shit, he's fast. You know now that he's toying with you, making you eat your own words. You kick yourself in the shin because of this, if you had kept your mouth shut, none of this would have happened and you wouldn't be begging for another rest-stop not even ten minutes later.

Jaebum guffaws at you as you crash with a heap onto a wooden bench littering around the plaza. Your muscles are crying for help, you think you might need to order an Uber to take you home because this running thing just isn't going to work out.

"Try me," he repeats your words but with a mocking undertone. "You're way too cute, you know."

Apparently, you don't know because you can feel your ears getting hotter by the second. Keep it together, y/n! You scream to yourself. You're not some high schooler. You've successfully graduated university; you are an adult. Being called cute should not get you lightheaded, goddamn! But your words fall on deaf ears because your body is still heating up, you effectively blame it on the lack of oxygen reaching your head and nothing else. Of course, nothing else.

"Shut up," you mumble mainly to yourself but he hears it and breaks into another fit of laughter. "I'll have you know, I'm usually a good runner. I'm just not in the mood today."

Jae raises his hands up in faux surrender. "Hey, hey. I believe you."

You want to chuck your sneakers at him but restrain yourself because you know there has to be something that he's bad at and when you find it, by gods, you would never let it go. You laugh to yourself. Yep, all you have to do is survive this one embarrassing moment and you're sure the world would be kind enough to repay back for your deed.

After all, life was all about the moments. And contrary to how the moments in your life were adding up about two weeks ago, this time the moments in your life, you were sure, are going to lead to you getting sweet, sweet revenge on Jae. He can have his laugh right now but you know in the end, you'll be the only one laughing... you hope.

It takes a while for him to sober up but when he does, he squats down and gives his attention to Kunta and Odd. He treats them tenderly and talks to them in a voice akin to what someone would use on a baby. You're not paying any mind to what he's saying until you hear your name fall from his lips. Much to your dismay, he is telling his cats all about your blunder and how he thinks you'll probably "pass out any minute now."

You huff out a breath and repeat your mantra to yourself. The universe was going to slip up and let you see the thing he was bad at, but until then you resign yourself to instead try your best at catching your breath.

You watch Jaebum interact with his cats and a small portion of your resolve fades away. You can tell that he really does adore them and for a moment you long for Ara. She's soft and cuddly whenever she allows you to hug her, you feel at peace thinking about it. Definitely one of the only good things that came out of your past relationship.

Contrary to the laugh bubbling in his chest, Jae is the one to suggest that the two of you head back to the apartment building without completing the route. You guess he's taking pity on your exhausted state because you simply can't do it anymore. The walk back is better and you're somewhat thankful that he doesn't start running halfway through.

He asks you, tentatively, about your job and it takes you several moments before you decide to tell him about your position as a management and research officer at a fashion wear company. The brand is considerably popular and you've seen more than a handful of people wearing the outfits your company produces. It fills you with joy that you're able to work there, although these days that joy has been replaced by laced displeasure, courtesy of Theo and René.

You don't tell him about them though, it's not like you want to air out all your problems, but you tell him about Youngjae — your silver lining of sorts. You tell him about the days where Youngjae is the only thing that keeps you smiling with his new discoveries from animal documentaries. Youngjae and you have been friends since your freshman year at college and you think it's a miracle that the two of you managed to get accepted into the same workplace.

Jaebum points out his favorite coffee shop as you near the apartment complex. It's a big one, the biggest store on the block, and you know this because you pick your late coffee fix from there when you're heading to work every morning. He likes his coffee black, no sugar and you gag over-exaggeratedly.

"What? It tastes good," he says incredulously.

You shake your head remorsefully, appalled by his lack of quality coffee taste. "It tastes like liquid shit and you know it."

He concedes. "Okay, maybe it does. But it keeps me awake at least."

Smiling smugly at him, you revel in your win. "Still tastes like shit."

The two of you keep talking about seemingly irrelevant things; his favorite genre of music, your love for ice cream in the winter, his favorite author — which happens to be William Shakespeare. You were tempted to laugh at him and call him pretentious until you saw the admiration glowing in his eyes; it was enough to make you reevaluate and let him go on a full expedition of his favorite works by him.

You don't realize you've been listening to him describe this love for at most eight minutes until you're in front of your apartment door and it's time to say goodbye but you kind of want to keep listening to him. It's something he really cares about, you can tell and for a reason, you don't know, it fills you with a sort of contentedness watching him talk about Shakespeare with such fervor.

Leaning on your apartment door, you're about to pitch in your own opinion to something he's said when your gaze catches someone walking up behind Jae. Oh, fuck shit. Groaning, you close your eyes. This cannot be happening. Not now, not here. You aren't starring in a melodrama, so why does it feel like you've been assigned the role of the main character?

"y/n!" The last person on earth that you want to see says with so much excitement in his voice you want to hurl yourself at the sun.

You can sense the confusion rolling off Jaebum in waves. You don't want him to be caught in the crossfire that's bound to happen between Theo and you. You're not very good with confrontations, blame Alphonsine for teaching you it was best to scream it all out when push comes to shove. You peel open your eyes and focus them unwaveringly on Jaebum.

"It was really nice hanging—"

"y/n! It's me, Theo," he repeats, coming closer and sidling up to you. "I came with flowers."

And what the fuck are flowers supposed to do? Flowers aren't going to keep his dick from finding the nearest trash can and dumping his load in it. God, you wonder, whatever you had ever seen in him?

Jae furrows his eyebrows in concentration, trying to piece who Theo is to you. Kunta and Odd are quickly becoming restless, wanting nothing more but to go into their home already and you take this as your cue.

"It was amazing hanging out with you Jae," you offer him a smile, ignoring Theo. "But I have to go now. We should hang out soon though, yeah?"

You don't wait for an answer, instead, you grab Theo's wrist roughly, because you're furious at him, and drag him into your apartment. You're about ready to pounce on him, ask him why the hell he's here — you thought you'd made it clear that you didn't want anything to do with him, apparently not clear enough.

"Jae? Who's Jae?" He asks once he's in the solace of your apartment.

"That's what you're asking me?" Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable this fucker is. "How many times do I have to tell you that I fucking hate you?"

"You don't hate me, y/n. Right now, you're angry, I get it. But we can work through this—"

You can't bear to listen to the bullshit that's coming out of his mouth. The way he says your name like you’re some kid that's throwing a non-deserved tantrum, makes you clench your fists at your sides. How, the ever-loving heck, had you dated him for five months? You can barely stand him now.

"Shut up! God, just shut up and get out. Why do you keep embarrassing yourself? Go back to René. The two of you deserve each other."

"I love you," he says and you know he's pulling out all the stops tonight directly out of his ass.

"Oh, fuck your love," you push his shoulder and direct him to the front door. Suddenly you're very angry, boiling even, and you can swear a vein in your neck is about to burst. "Go. I'm not playing Theo. If you don't leave, I'll call security."

There's a shift in the air and suddenly Theo is too close. You've never been afraid of him before; Theo's all talk and no bite. However, right now the feeling that slithers through your body is unadulterated anxiety. You're not backed against a wall but you feel like your safety has been compromised and you want him out. Out of your house, out of your hair, out of your life.

"Get out. We're done." You manage to say without your voice shaking, but your heart is pounding furiously in your chest. "I don't want you here."

"But you want Jae?" His already rough face contorts to something uglier. "What does he have that I don't, huh?"

For starters, he hasn't cheated on you, not like there's much competition there. Theo isn't the smartest cookie in the box, he thinks more with his sexual body parts than he does with his brain. You could swear that if you knocked on his head a shattering hollow sound will echo out, can't say you'd be surprised.

Alphonsine Vernoux, you think to yourself, watch me and be proud.

"His dick is pretty impressive, not going to lie."

Even when you're shaking in your boots, you can't really resist the urge to engage in a catfight with him. Your step-mother had always told you to go down screaming and by god, you are not going to allow Theo to intimidate you for something you don't need to feel bad for. Because you don't.

"You are a fucking slut!" His voice is loud and you can't help the incredulous laugh that falls from your lips.

"Me? Newsflash Theo; we're not together anymore. I can do whatever the hell I want."

He doesn't deserve an explanation because it doesn't matter. If he can do it when he's in a relationship, what's stopping you from doing it when you're not?

"It hasn't even been a month, y/n," he says this like it would matter to you if it has been a year or three. He doesn't own you, he ever did and he never will. Moreover, did he expect you to wait a fucking month to get over his sloppy ass?

"Are you seriously saying this right now? You're the one that screwed somebody else when we were dating! Are you fucking stupid or what?"

Theo blinks a dozen times a minute, not quite understanding what you're saying. A pig, that's what he is. So, he was allowed to go around sticking his small as fuck dick in anyone he pleased, but god forbid you do the same? (let's not even put into consideration the fact that you're single as a circle sure as hell isn't straight.)

Oh, how you want to reach up and smack him so hard he fades to dust on the spot but you're not crazy and you don't want to abuse him, you just want him to leave you alone.

"You know what? Just get out." Without waiting for him, you pull open your door and push him out with as much force as you can gather. "If we're not at work, I don't ever want to see your sexist, disgusting ass ever again. Take your stupid flowers and go give it to a bitch that cares because it sure as hell isn't me."

And then you slam the door with so much fervor it shakes on its hinges. You pull at your hair, agitated and tired because you hate him so much. Why did you even think it was a good idea to date him? The selfish prick only thinks about himself and must be some different type of delusional to think flowers were going to do anything to salve your relationship. Christ, you'd basically left Jaebum standing like a fool outside and for what?

You are pretty sure that he probably heard all that just happened. The walls in this apartment complex are thin and it's not like you weren't screaming at the top of your lungs. Ugh, you doubt he'd even talk to you again but you truly can't bring yourself to care anymore. All that you want to do now is sleep. Sleep and forget about everything. Never in your life have you ever felt so humiliated. If you could go back in time and erase meeting Theo from your history, you wouldn't even bat an eyelid.

Furiously, you punch the air and imagine it's Theo's face. It feels good to do it, like your dishing out his own medicine. You truly can't believe he thinks you were going to turn celibate because you dumped him, did he really have no sense? You keep going at it, punching the air until it feels like you've connected with his jaw because frankly, it's helping you release all your pent-up tension and annoyance.

A set of knocks proves to be the only thing able to bring you out of your punching galore and without missing a beat you yell:

"Go away, Theo! I mean it when I say I'll call the police. Don't try me."

"It's not Theo."

Indeed, Theo, it is not. Scrambling, you rush over and jack open your front door for the third time that night and through your eyes you see a glassy and blurry silhouette of Jaebum standing at your doorstep. Oh, he's not what you're expecting.

Clearing your throat, you attempt to correct your previous words. "I'm sorry about that. You're obviously not Theo and I'm sorry again for being so rude earlier, I don't—"

You're not really sure where you're going with your apology because even though you know what you want to say, the words keep mangling and choking up in your throat before you can say them.

"You're crying," he states softly and you realize now how wet your cheeks have become and why your vision is all muddled up.

"I'm not," you lie because dammit, you shouldn't be crying over that douche. You hastily try to wipe the tear marks away with the back of your palm but oh boy, they keep on coming.

He hesitates for a second before he raises his palm up and uses his fingers to rub at the tear stains. "You are. I heard what he said earlier."

You stomp your feet in annoyance because this is so unfair. How dare your ex just waltz in here and make you regret one of the best nights you've had in a long, long time. How fu—

"I for one, think your ex is the dumbest donkey on the planet. Not that I meant to eavesdrop or anything because I'd never do that but fucking hell, does he really have no filter? I've never been more inclined to use my fists and punch the light into someone as much as I want to do it to that dude. He deserves it, I think."

You crack a smile at his ramblings. God, it's endearing when he goes off tangent. Especially when you can see that he's trying his best to stop you from crying — he's doing a phenomenal job because you've been reduced to irregular sniffling.

"I'm sorry that you didn't get to finish what you were saying about how Shakespeare should be treated in modern society." You refer to your earlier conversation before everything had blown bigger than you could contain it.

"y/n," he sighs out your name. "I honestly don't give a flying shit about that right now. Your ex-said some really rude things and I hope you know it's not true."

"I know. I don't even know why I'm crying, I guess I'm just frustrated because I should have known he wasn't the smartest or the loveliest. God, how could I have been so blind?"

Jae shakes his head slightly, releasing your cheek and instead grabbing your elbows to keep up grounded. "What's done is done, so it doesn't matter but I just couldn't stand to listen to him degrade you like that. You're an amazing person y/n."

"Thank you," you say and you mean it. "I probably would have gone and cried myself to sleep if it wasn't for you."

Truthfully, you think you still will. At this point, you want to rush to your bed and collapse into a deep sleep for at least ten years. Like you've said again and again; you're not devastated. But you're so tired. Tired of it all.

"Or you could show me that French TV show you like. I wouldn't mind staying up with you and watching it if it means that you won't cry yourself to sleep... obviously, don't do this if you don't want to. I mean, I wouldn't hold it against you. Your stupid ex just came in and ruined your night, I don't want to impose on you and make you uncomfortable or anything like that because uh, you know that would suck. So—"

Watching him ramble on, you imagine the gears in his turning. On one hand, you could take his proposition as a move on a very vulnerable person but on the other you can take it as someone, a very nice someone that your body and mind seem to be keen on keeping around longer than you want, trying to console you. And you don't know why, but you think it wouldn't be a bad idea to allow him to do that.

"It's okay. You can come in," you cut him short as you step aside and push your open door wider, flashing him a watery smile. "I'm not exactly sure if you'd enjoy Piégé though. Loads of drama."

His eyes flicker between your face and then the floor, you believe he didn't quite expect you to accept his offer. But then he shoots you a slow smile in response. "Good thing I love drama then."

It is because it turns out that Jaebum loves Piégé more than you. Gradually but surely, it becomes somewhat of a ritual for the two of you to go for a run (something that you definitely got better at) and come back home to your apartment and watch the newest episode together. Something you never thought would be happening when you first met him.

You don't know when exactly the switch came but it did — slowly. You couldn't really deny the sexual attraction brewing between the two of you, not you wanted to, but this time you didn't want to build a relationship only on the physical. This time you wanted to actually know the person you were becoming accustomed to. And although we, as humans, can never know all there is to know about another person because we do not even know all about ourselves, you at least want to try. Especially since he lets you do it.

Finding out that Ara becomes way less irritable when Jae is around is a golden opportunity that you don't miss, and hence use it to keep him at your apartment longer because screw it, you feel something with him.

So, it comes as no surprise to you when he texts you in the middle of your workday — three weeks later — telling you that he has successfully binge-watched the first four seasons of Piégé in two days and he finally was up to date on the happenings of Alphonsine Vernoux and her love, Jean-Louis, so by association, you were finally able to gush and rave about the newest additions along with him and god, that was a good feeling.

It's not the same kind of feeling you had with Theo or Seongwon or any of your exes. This is different. It's calm. Being with Jae is calm and relaxing. It's more of a slight-tingle-that-washes-all-over-your-body-until-you-can't-think-straight kind of feeling. It's not explosive or counterproductive and it doesn't make you want to tear your hair out by just thinking of it. Instead, it makes you want to flow with the waves and enjoy the seasons because you know no matter what, you feel warm.

He makes you feel warm. When he remembers that your favorite time of the year is Halloween and hence helps you prepare two months in advance so the two of you can coordinate costumes for Youngjae's annual Halloween party. When he listens to you rant on and on about how much you hate René for making some otherwise snarky comment about your love life and when he rejoiced with you when she finally! packed her bags and moved five states over to marry the dude you hope will last with her for a long time because you know nobody else on this goddamn planet will.

When you introduce him to your rather small friend group and he makes it a sole duty to try and get in their good graces, which to be honest wasn't hard. He makes you feel warm when you listen to him talk about his dreams and his hopes or when he listens to you talk about the new things your attention has latched onto.

He makes you feel proud whenever you stop by his pizzeria and watch him handle his business in a cool, organized fashion. Most times trying to impress you and most times you leave there fully impressed. You listen to him talk about how much his dream of wanting to write and get something — anything, published. His parents had been against it. But then you encourage him to do it because fuck, life is too short to not do the things you love. And you can tell he loves it; in the way, his eyes light up every time you ask him about it.

"It's all about the moments," you tell him as you pretend to not see the corny grin lacing his lips as you do so.

He pushes you over the edge when he challenges you to do the things you're too afraid to. You never admit your fears but somehow, he knows them and proceeds to drag you out of your shell. You would say you hate it, but not really. You hate how he knows you like the back of his hand. You're not sure how you feel whenever his arms wrap around you at night and pull you closer to him, filling your emptiness with something more.

There's so much to be said about the way he holds you. Like you were made for him. He tells you he believes "loving one person for a long time is enough." And as the days add up to weeks that add up to months, you begin to believe them too. Being with him makes you believe in the corny quotes ripped off the internet that your step-mother has ingrained into you. It makes you wish you'd believed in them sooner.

He makes you feel content with everything every time his lips come in contact with your skin. It wraps you whole and makes you want to choke out "I love you," again and again until he believes it and burns it in his mind because it's true. When he doubts whether he is enough for you because he believes you're too good for him, you want to scream it aloud at him. Oh, how you want to but, you're scared. It's been months — eight to be exact — and you're not particularly sure if it's enough time for him to believe your words.

But after several weeks of trying to get Jaebum out of this stalemate that he's in, of him thinking that you deserve better than him when really all you ever want is him, you decide that you've had enough.

You corner him after work. A few hours after you've already gone back to your apartment to grab Ara for her nightly jog, you'll be damned if you allow her only to sit on her ass and eat all day, and left her to fall asleep soundly in the living room.

He's wrapping up the last things left to do at his store — telling one of his workers, a girl named Haru, to leave for the night and that he'll close up — when you find him. Instead of walking in like you'd usually do, you wait outside.

You're nervous. More nervous than you've ever been in your entire life. You've known for quite some time now that you love Im Jaebum. You love him so much that it seems almost stupid to not let him know. You know he loves you back, if not for the fact that the two of you have been dating for the past eight — almost nine — months, his little nickname for you "my love," was enough to tip you off. And at this point, you don't care. You just want to let it all out.

When he comes out of his store, wrapping a scarf tightly around his neck, you think to yourself: this is it. Looping your arm through his, you watch as an affectionate smile automatically slips onto his face. God, this is so incredibly corny but you feel your stomach do flips.

"How was your day?" He asks you first, maybe because he can tell how nervous you are. "Anything happen?"

You shake your head. "Not really. I did pitch in this really good idea though and my boss actually liked it. I thought I would cry."

"Bet you did," he chuckles out, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Did not. I would never cry in front of that woman. She'd probably fire my ass because of 'disruption or negligence of duties.'"

Jae snorts at that but doesn't say anything in response. Instead, his fingers rub slow circles on your shoulders and you think maybe he knows something is up with you. You know it's not that big of a deal, truly. You've told him how much you love him by your actions every day since the day the two of you got together but it still feels oddly different trying to get the words out because you feel like they'll come out wrong.

It's not till you reach the big coffeehouse, the one Jae adores, that he finally stops to ask you:

"Babe, what's wrong?"

And before you can stop yourself or even think through your next actions, you throw your arms around his neck and flush your lips against his. For a moment, he's stunned into stupidity but soon enough he's clasping one of his hands around your back and threading the other one through your hair and you're sighing into you him. "I love you." He laughs into your neck because it's so obvious.

"I know."

"No, no," he doesn't. Not in the way you're trying to say it. You break away, dazed. "I love you. I love you no matter what. I love your stupid bets to get me out of bed in the evening to go running with you, I love your writings and the little post-it notes you have stuck everywhere in my apartment. I love how you don't make me feel weak for crying when I get so frustrated, I love you for attempting to sing a lullaby for my niece that one time but instead made her cry the whole night.

"I love you for always knowing what you want to do but never trying to force it on me. You don't understand, Jae. I love you. And I hate that you think I deserve someone else because you're the best possible thing that's happened to me. You're my best moment and fuck, I hate seeing you doubt yourself so much and—"

"I know," he says again and this time you think, he really does. "I know and you don't have to force yourself to say it when you're not ready. I know you love me and I'm sorry for making you think that I didn't believe in it otherwise."

Without much words, he laces his fingers through yours and rests his forehead against your own. You think you finally understand why your step-mother went/goes through so much trouble to remind you that the moments you make in life are beyond important. They make you. They teach you about love. Not the love you thought you had or knew about but real love. The kind that fills you up and makes you a better person. The kind of love that's just waiting to consume you.

With his breath fanning against your skin, you feel everything at once. The connection you have with Jaebum, the guy that you were blessed to have as a neighbor. You suppose you should be thanking Ara for the two of you being where you are today. But then again if fate really wanted the two of you together, it would have happened with or without Ara's help anyway.

You can hear your heart pounding ridiculously loud but you take a deep breath and say it again.

"I love you."

And this time he doesn't say he knows, he says it back. "I love you too, y/n."

You wonder what passersby are thinking about the two of you. Two grown adults professing their love for each other on the street like they've run mad.

He raises his head and looks at you, eyes so intense and burning, like he'd been waiting for you to say it in this way. Not in a rush to get all the words out because you and he have all the time in the world, but slow and understandable. You squeeze his hand tighter.

Regardless of the moments that led up to the two of you being here together and the circumstances that surrounded it, you're thankful. So, fucking thankful, because it means more to you than you'd ever thought possible.

"So, I was thinking," Jae's lips tilt up after several moments. "Do you want to move in?"

A/N: hey! it would be super cool if people gave me feedback on this :) i hope you liked it! thanks so much for reading !!

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You get a wake up call from four of GOT7’s members.

(Chapter 11: I Got You | Love Inside | a GOT7 fanfiction)

I find Jackson sprawled on my carpeted bedroom floor, and JB sitting on the edge of my bed holding my pillow. Mark is happily bouncing with another pillow. "What the heck?"

"Oh-Jeosonghamnida!" [Oh, sorry!] JB apologizes with a wide smile. "We're having way too much fun on your bed, it's very soft!" He pats the white sheet he's sitting on and Jackson gets up from the floor to sit beside JB.

"Your pillow smells so good!" Mark exclaims in English as he drops to his knees, bouncing a little on top of my bed while hugging my pillow tight. I don't think I'll be able to sleep well thinking that Mark may have hugged the very pillow I drool onto in my sleep. Before I get the chance to scold or warn them, we hear the doorbell ringing.

I rush down the stairs to see BamBam opening the door for Kang Mina who I can barely see behind the huge box she's carrying. She's obviously surprised to see GOT7's fan service king. "Oh, annyeong, annyeong!" {Hello, hello!] Mina says, greeting BamBam who welcomed her warmly with a bow.

"Noona, let me help you with that!" BamBam takes the box from her and I can finally see that she barely put any makeup on, making her look younger.

"Mina-yah," I say, giving her a hug before she can even take her shoes off. "What did you bring? I told you not to bother with food, we have a lot!" She steps into the living room awkwardly with me pulling on her arm. BamBam is peeking inside the box, his thin arms holding it steady.

"Oh, that's not food. I'll explain later. What are they doing?" Mina asks, curiously looking upwards because of the booming laughter emanating from my bedroom.

"Having a pillow fight," I say, rolling my eyes. BamBam snickers upon hearing news of his hyungs playing upstairs. I lead them both to my bedroom and we catch Mark trying to fix my bedside lamp with with a guilty grin on his face.

"I didn't break it!" He says, trying to hold the head of the lamp upright.

"Yeah, it just got a little lopsided," Jackson reasons, holding a pillow. Mark lets go of the head and it falls a little to the side, like a curious puppy. "See, it's cuter this way!" he adds. JB throws his head back in laughter.

"Don't worry about it," I say, giving in. Mina shyly comes in and greets the rest of the boys while BamBam sets the box on top of the bed, announcing that it contains fan gifts. "Those are all fan gifts?!" I ask Mina, my eyes huge with surprise. She nods quietly, obviously unsure about her decision to give them all these gifts.

"Ne, [Yes,] I've been collecting all these gifts for over six months now. Fans gave it to me on my way home, some of them were from my friends who are your fans too," she explains, her eyes focused on her feet while we all look at her with mouths hanging open. "Sorry if I'm giving all these to you just now, I never had the courage to send them to your dorm or give them to your manager because we're not supposed to receive gifts on your behalf..." She pauses her long speech and suddenly does a 90 degree bow. "Jeosonghamnida..." [I'm sorry...]

"Oh, geurae?! [Is that so?!] I've done it too, I didn't know it wasn't allowed!" I give JB a panicked look knowing that they must have received the gifts I handed to the boys the first time they came here. "M-Mianhe..." [Sorry...] I didn't even get the chance to bow because Jackson's already shaking his head at me as he drapes his arm around my shoulders with a smile.

Mina is still in her bowing position and I almost pull her up if not for JB who takes the box and settles down on the floor in front of her. JB peeps through the curtain of semi-curly black hair hiding her face and I can see her ears reddening. "Gwaenchanayo, Noona. [It's okay, Noona.] We're really grateful for these." She stands up at his bidding and I smile as he takes her hand and asks her to sit on the floor with him. Jackson pulls at my wrist and orders me to sit beside him as well. Mark and BamBam take their places on the floor and we all end up in a semi-circle on the gray carpet, rummaging through Mina's box of goodies.

We watch as the boys excitedly open their packages, ripping the wrappers and happily complimenting each and every gift they open. "Oh my god, this is so cool," Mark says, holding up a framed caricature of him. It's amazing how much talent and effort these fans put into their idol gifts. After a few minutes of cheering and laughing along, I decide to give Mina some alone time with the boys.

"Aigoo, look at the time! I'll go and make us chicken wings and rice for lunch. Any other food requests? I'll order if I can't make it." I say, standing up and rolling my sleeves expertly.

"Noona, let me help you cook!" JB pipes in, standing up and surprising the other members. It's not a secret that Jaebum can do anything BUT cook.

"Hyung, I'll do it," BamBam offers.

"Ani, gwaenchana. [No, it's okay.] You already washed the plates. I'll go help Noona now," JB stands beside me with his standard boyish smile and I turn to Mina and give her a small shrug to answer the questioning look she's throwing at me. He's either really passionate about chicken, or he's planning something and wants to let me in on it. Whatever it is, I'm feeling slightly excited to hear what he has to say.

I toss a girly pink apron at Jaebum, making him blush slightly. "Oh, kyeopta Jaebum-ah!" [Oh, you're cute, JB!] I tease as he wraps the apron around his waist. "You look ready, do you know how to cook chicken?"

"A-aniyo..." [N-no...] He admits while watching me take out a ziplock bag filled with chicken wings from the freezer. "But I'd love to learn if you'll teach me!" He immediately adds.

"Araso [I got it], it's not that hard," I say, popping the bowl of chicken wings into the microwave to defrost it. JB stands beside me on the kitchen counter, listening intently to my instructions on how to properly bread a chicken part using cornstarch, salt, and pepper. "A lot of people use flour but I was taught that fried chicken is crispier when you use cornstarch,"

"Ah, jjinjja?" [Ah, really?]

"Ne," [Yes,] I say, taking the chicken out of the microwave. I take a piece of tender chicken and show him how to bread it so he can do the rest. "JB-ah..." He looks up to me with a curious smile, his hands covered in cornstarch. I smile back at him before busying myself with the frying pan. "I know you're looking forward to talk to me about something. May I know what it's about?" I suddenly feel like being bit more formal while talking to him in Korean and he seems to take notice because he starts looking around before turning to me again.

"Noona, to be honest, I came today because I wanted to know why my friends keep coming here." JB's face is stony and almost scary. His jaw is jutting out just a little which signals that he is feeling stressed for some reason while carefully breading the chicken. "And I want to talk to you about them returning late at night."

I can feel my face flushing as he hands me a plate of breaded chicken wings so I turn my attention to the hot pan instead. Things have always been spontaneous during the past visits as far as I remember.

"Well," I start, thinking of a better way to explain myself. "First of all, you have to know how I met Jackson, Mark, and BamBam." I tell him about the accidental awkward introduction with Mark and Coco, the night at the bar, the gifts I received from their fans, and our first popcorn meeting after that. "You called that night, remember? You were on loudspeaker. I got so scared because you sounded mad!" JB smirks before handing me another batch of chicken to fry.

"Actually, I was scared too," he says, catching me off guard. "I didn't know who you are, and if you are trustworthy. That's why I asked them to come home immediately." We both fall silent while we're cooking the first batch of chicken out of the frying pan.

"Noona, I hope I don't offend you by saying this but we've been through a lot just to get here so it's important for me to know if we can trust you or not." I can feel JB's eyes piercing my gut as I continue to cook and listen. I start thinking of ways to defend myself, to prove that I have no ill intentions, but I decide to abandon that route all together.

"Well then what do you think so far?" I ask, handing him the plate of fried chicken and urging him to try one. He takes a piece gratefully while thinking. "I mean," I say slipping in a few English words because I know he understands anyway. "What's your impression of me based on what you've seen so far?"

"I think your apartment speaks well for you. Jackson says you designed this yourself?" He asks and I nod. "It looks great! I've always wanted a place like this. It's like everywhere I look I can see bits and pieces of your personality. You and Jinyoung like the same kind of books,"

"Oh, jjinja?"

He nods, licking his lips before speaking again. I try to focus on the chicken I'm frying because his oil-glossed lips are making me squirm inside. "Mark loves your bedroom, BamBam loves your closet, Jackson loves your kitchen and I think Yugyeom would too, if he was here. Youngjae would love your vinyl collection." He finishes his chicken and washes his hands while I stand there, shocked at JB's observations. I didn't even show them my vinyl collection and player but they seem to have found it just the same. "I like your fried chicken," He adds, giving me a wide smile.

"Aigoo, gomawo..." [Awww, thanks...] I say as I take out the second batch of chicken and start frying the rest. "I feel like this place is turning out to be a GOT7 tree house!" We both laugh. I hand the plate full of chicken to JB and he takes it from me with a smile. We both share a long, hard look at each other. He's right. I do need to provide them some sense of security because he's been in the business long enough to know what it means to have real friends.

"I understand if you won't trust me immediately," I tell him, transitioning to English just because I think it sounds way more earnest. "Trust is earned, not given." I turn back to the stove to start cooking the sauce. Mark and BamBam like hot, spicy food so I'm making them a special batch of buffalo chicken wings. For the cheese-obsessed Jackson, I'm making a garlic parmesan batch.

"You guys need a space to be free from all the cameras and the fans and the industry standards and the competition. I know that because I work on the things you work on." I keep my voice steady and calm, hoping my Korean won't fail me as I toss the fried chicken in the pan to coat them in sauce. "Whether you should trust me or not is completely up to you, but know that my door is always open to anyone of you who needs a break." I finish off the second batch of chicken. JB seems to be thinking deeply while watching me.

"Noona," he asks.

"Just call me Love or Sarang, whichever you're more comfortable with," I answer. He nods at me and gives me the warmest smile I've ever seen from him.

"Okay," he says, surprising me with his one-word English. "Sarang-ah, gomapta... [Thanks...]" I stop what I'm doing to face him, curious as to what he has to say in response to my lengthy sermon. "I appreciate you for being really kind and for taking care of my members." The serene look on his face is a bit debilitating, but I manage to crack a smile and nod. "Nalang chinguhallae?" [Will you be my friend?]

I hold my hand out to him. He gives me a wide smile, his eyes disappearing into adorable tiny slits as he shakes my hand vigorously. I feel like I have accomplished something huge by gaining the trust of GOT7's leader.

"Hey, Love!" Mark calls out, running down the stairs. He sees JB and I, still hand in hand, smiling at each other.

"What's up?" I ask, glad to be speaking in English again. He approaches us with a medium sized pink box in his other hand. "What's in there?"

"We've got something that's perfect for your fridge." He opens the box and shows me the magnetized mini webtoon versions of GOT7. Mark holds up a mini webtoon version of himself and poses exactly like it.

"Oh my god, you look so adorable!" I say, laughing. He sticks it on my fridge door, grinning from ear to ear while JB peers into the box to get his own webtoon character.

"You'll always remember us now when you're hungry or eating alone." Mark says before sticking the rest of mini GOT7 alongside his webtoon. JB carefully places his webtoon magnet at the end of the line. I look at the seven little figures on the door and know that I'm probably never going to be sad and hungry at the same time ever again.

**To be continued**

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