#got7 spy

[xyin-and-yangx]

are there any HIGHLY active group chats interested in any of the following tags that would be kind enough to let me join? i'd like to make more friends/connections ☺️

[nyuudoupee]

why it didn't click with me until know i don't know but the nmixx girlies having roles/classes assigned to themselves is just team fortress 2

[crzy-girlz]

/ MasterList ⫘⫘⫘⫘

Anime ⋆⑅˚₊

Black Butler

Jujutsu Kaisen

Attack on Titan

Haikyuu!

Death Note

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

Tokyo Ghoul

The Promised Neverland

Spy x Family

Kakegurui

Bungou Stray Dogs

Howl's Moving Castle

Tokyo Revengers

Chainsaw Man

Saiki Kusuo no Psi-nan

Free!

Owari No Seraph

Wonder Egg Priority

Nana

Games 𓏵ྀི

Genshin Impact

Honkai: Star Rail

Wuthering Waves

Call Of Duty

Resident Evil

Twisted Wonderland

Obey Me!

Kpop Groups ๋࣭ ⭑

BTS

IVE

STRAY KIDS

LE SSERAFIM

ATEEZ

XG

NMIXX

aespa

GOT7

Red Velvet

ITZY

NewJeans

TWICE

(G)-IDLE

TOMORROW X TOGETHER

other singer (usa/popular) ⋆ 🀥₊

wave to earth

Ghost

My Chemical Romance

Panic! At The Disco

Cigarettes After Sex

Imagine Dragons

The Neighborhood

Olivia Rodrigo

Mother Mother

MARINA

Conan Gray

Ashnikko

The Weeknd

BABYMETAL

Melanie Martinez

Artic Monkeys

Billie Eilish

Harry Styles

comicsᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

DC

Marvel

Star Wars (?)

actors/actresses 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

Chris Evans

Cris Hemsworth

Tom Hiddleston

Sebastian Stan

Pedro Pascal

Wang Yibo

Barry Keoghan

And more, just ask me

I don't only write those specific shows or anything at all, i just remembered these lol, but as i remember all the other things i write, I'll update the list. Hope you guys find me diversified lol

[beautifulchris]

pink tulip

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

wc: 3,4k

featuring: hwang hyunjin, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, blackpink’s lisa, bts’ jeongguk, got7’s bambam and yugyeom, golden child's jangjun

summary: you’re always glued to your best friend chan, and your seventh year with him is no different

genres: hogwarts!au, best friends to lovers!au, gryffindor!chan, gryffindor!reader, fluff

warnings: kissing

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland

tag list: @badwithten @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!

The weather was perfect on a sunday like this. Warm with a refreshing breeze. On the Quidditch pitch, a majority of Gryffindor were either on the field, a broom in hand or sitting between the stands.

You were set back from the group of people on the field, stretching to be in the best form possible.

Quidditch meant a lot to you, it had for five years now. Being in the Quidditch team for so long meant having friends and rivals but overall, you were very friendly so the rivalry turned into friendship over the years.

You were stretching your arms when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around with your arm still spread and hit Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“Eh!”

Yugyeom was laughing and you joined him cheerfully. Jeongguk’s expression was too funny to be ignored.

“You scared me Gguk, it’s your fault. Hi Yugy.”

“Hi Y/N, how’s it going?”

“I’m ready to keep my place. Also congrats on you two for staying as beaters this year.”

“Thanks. We’ll try not to take you down too much.”

”You’ll wish you did,” you bragged.

They scoffed with smiles on their faces. “It’s almost time for tryouts, we’ll be on the stands cheering you on,” said Yugyeom gently.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

“Just say you’re here to spy on us for Soyeon,” you accused, not being serious at all.

“Can’t we cheer on our friend without being attacked like this?” Yugyeom fake cried.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thanks guys, your presence is really appreciated,” you smiled at them as they walked away, waving at you.

As the chaser, you were one of the best elements of the team. But really, you always thought the team was getting better and better over the years. Especially since Hyunjin joined.

Speaking of which, he only had time to come to you when Chan went straight to you both when he saw you on the field.

“Hey,” Chan greeted as he kissed your forehead and hugged Hyunjin.

Chan was your best friend. He always greeted you with a kiss on your forehead. It was his way of showing you affection. He was also a lot clingy, so he hugged his friends often, you included.

“Hey, do I really have to audition for the tryouts again?”

Chan was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was also the last —but not least— one to make the tryouts for the team of the year. Around thirty students —more people than the year before— came and he was divided between being happy so many people wanted to be part of the team and being anxious because he knew he inevitably had to say no to more of them.

“Are you scared better chasers will take your place, Hyunjin?” Chan asked, smirking.

“Definitely not, I’m determined to get in.”

“You’re right, you’re one of the best. If Chan doesn’t take you back, that would be the team’s loss. And you don’t want a weak team, am I right, Chan?” you asked, turning to Chan.

Hyunjin thanked you for your kind words and you winked at him while Chan waited for him to walk away before giving you an implied look. To which you replied with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Am I not right?”

“You are, he’s one of the best. But there’s a lot of people today, I ca—”

“So what?” you cut him off. “You know like me that none is better than him.”

“You seem to forget yourself.”

“What does it have to do with me?”

“You’re as good as he is, if not better. Give your best today, it would be a shame if I had to replace you,” he winked at you, put his broom between his legs and flew into the air without letting you reply.

He went in front of the mass of people who were waiting for the tryouts while you were left flustered by his wink. You quickly put yourself together (you’ll have plenty of time to rant after the tryouts), picked up your broom and went next to Hyunjin to listen to what the captain had to say.

“Thank you everyone for coming today. As you know, six people will be selected for this year. A seeker, two beaters and three chasers. Let’s begin with the chasers, shall we? Next will be the beaters then the seeker. Please, those who came for the other positions you can go to the stands for now.”

You prepared yourself and went in the air as easily as walking. Flying on a broom was so satisfying, you really loved it and were almost more comfortable in the air than on the ground.

Chan positioned himself in front of the hooped goal posts and Bambam, the freshly new Gryffindor Head Boy, who you didn’t see coming, threw the quaffle into the air. The tryouts had officially started and you were ready to show your skills.

About thirty minutes later, the verdict was final. Everyone returned to the ground and gathered around Chan.

“I want you all to know that if you’re not taken this year, don’t lose hope. Your time will come. I mean, it's my last year,” he laughed. “Alright, let me introduce the new chasers for this year: Y/N Y/L/N, Lisa Manoban and Hyunjin Hwang. Congratulations to you three.”

Everyone clapped their hands. Chan’s eyes met yours and your smile lighted up his face, making him smile brightly, showing his cute dimples. You then found Lisa and Hyunjin and hugged them tight.

“I’m so happy. We’re like the holy trinity,” beamed Lisa into your ear.

“It’s true, we’re a killing team,” added Hyunjin.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment of joy you were sharing with your friends while the field was slowly emptying, leaving the chasers and the keeper.

“Guys, the beaters are coming. Ready to go there again?”

“Way to kill the mood, Chan,” whined Lisa but you went back into the air like you belonged there.

The beaters were chosen after forty minutes into the game. It wasn’t without complaints but Mingyu Kim and Chaeyoung Son were the best. They deserved it, since they almost killed you —twice.

For the seeker, you all had to play again, but somehow you never got tired of it. You were amazed by the time Mark Lee needed to catch the snitch. Eight minutes. He was the fastest boy you ever saw.

When he returned to the ground where everyone was waiting for him, you realized his broom was the fastest of the current year.

Of course, you thought, it helps.

But he truly was the best, the broom couldn’t create talent. You were sure to win all the games with him.

The tryouts finished, you directly went to take a shower and relax in the Gryffindor common room. Your transfiguration homework could wait an hour or two.

Chan sat next to you on the comfortable couch.

“You were amazing today. I couldn’t stop any quaffle you threw.” He was truly impressed by you. Ordinarily, he could stop two or three, but today, you were at your best form.

“Thank you. I practiced during summer with my dad,” you explained. “But are you sure it’s me getting better or you getting sloppy?”

He looked at you in disbelief and it made you giggle. His features softened at the view, he undeniably had a soft spot for you.

If only you could see it, he often thought.

“Hey, you want to spend the day with me next weekend?” offered Chan.

“Sure, what do you want to do?”

“We could revise for the N.E.W.T. at the Three Broomsticks?”

“Like a study date?”

“A—a date?” he choked a bit.

“Yeah, it’s not what you were asking?”

“Oh yes, yes it was.”

Chan felt awkward and stupid for stuttering like that. He wanted to show more assurance but you were making his heart beat so fast he couldn’t help it.

He was saved by the gong. Or more precisely, Jeongin, who needed help for the Lapifors spell. You greeted the younger and they left you.

You had your eyes closed and didn’t open them when you felt someone sitting next to you again.

“When are you going to confess?”

Your eyes opened wide and you looked at the boy.

“What are you even doing here, Seungmin?”

“I came here right after the tryouts to congratulate you and Hyunjin. So congrats. And don’t change the subject,” he grinned.

You sighed, staring at the portrait of the lion above the fireplace.

“Thanks. We have a study date next week,” you simply replied.

“A WHAT? You’re growing up so fast,” he said in an emotional voice, wiping off a non-existent tear from his eye.

“You’re younger than me, silly,” you laughed at his reaction.

“True but still, it’s been years Y/N. It was about time you did something.”

You completely ignored what he just said. “I think he flirted with me before the tryouts. I’m not sure though.”

“…What did he say?”

“He complimented me on my skills and winked at me. I was so flustered, Seungmin, I swear he’s so likable.”

“Whipped.” He giggled shamelessly at your pout.

“What is?” you heard Chan ask from behind you.

From the corner of your eye, you glared at Seungmin for a second, a scared expression on your face, before turning around with an awkward smile.

“Nothing, we were just gossiping,” explained your Ravenclaw friend, saving you from embarrassing yourself.

“Okay, I feel like you’re hiding something from me but I’ll let it pass for now.”

“Thank you,” you breathed then got up. “I have transfiguration homework to do, bye guys.” You literally ran to your room without looking back to avoid any further questions.

“Is everything okay?” you heard Chan ask but didn’t stay to listen to the rest.

“Yeah, so when are you going to confess?”

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The whole week you were thinking about the study date and when it was time to go, you were a bit nervous, but excited.

When you entered the Three Broomsticks, your eyes wandered around looking for your best friend. You found him upstairs in a corner, two mugs of butterbeer in front of him. His dimples showed when he smiled at you and your heart melted. It was one of the things that made you really happy.  You joined him and started working.

“I spent a really good time with you today. Thank you for helping me with this particularly hard silencing charm. And sorry for practicing on you.”

“It was with pleasure, Y/N. Thank you for your help on my transfiguration homework. I couldn’t see the end of the parchment last night.”

“You want to do this again?”

“I would love to.”

“What about the same day, same time, same table if not already taken?”

“Okay,” he agreed, finishing his butterbeer. His heart was fluttering, he won more alone time with you, like you weren’t already inseparable.

On a table, not far, Felix and Seungmin were talking about the two lovebirds.

“How many months before one of them confesses?”

“It’ll be done by the Christmas holidays. I hope,” Seungmin sighed, sipping his mug of butterbeer.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

And so, every saturday you practiced Quidditch and every sunday you studied at the Three Broomsticks. It was your routine for a few weeks, until the first match opposing Gryffindor to Slytherin, the second weekend of november.

The whole school was present for it, especially your friends in the front row, hyping the hell out of both teams. Jangjun and Felix were the commentators and you were expecting funny comments from them.

Everyone was in good condition and was excited for their first match of the season. The Slytherin team was constituted of the best Slytherin players and Soyeon was a good captain. You weren’t very close but she had helped you before for your Wiggenweld potion the year before, which made you earn an O, so you were grateful.

The teams greeted each other and you talked a bit with Yugyeom, Jeongguk and Changbin. The latter was one of your closest friends so even if you were currently rivals, you gave him a warm hug and wished him good luck.

“Alright, is everybody ready?” asked the referee.

A whole cheer answered back and all the players went into the air. You flew above the referee to be the first to catch the quaffle.

“One, two… THREE. LET’S START,” she shouted before releasing the bludgers and the snitch then throwing the quaffle into the air.

“From the outset, Y/N is taking the quaffle and is going for that goal,” Jangjun commented into the mic.

“They’re flying majestically,” added Felix.

“Mister Lee, please,” scolded the professor next to him.

He apologized and continued, “Y/N gives the quaffle to Lisa, who’s making a sloth grip roll to avoid a bludger sent by Yugyeom!”

“She’s giving the quaffle to Hyunjin and he’s close to the goal. He’s about to strike, San is getting ready and- HE SCORES!”

“Ten-Zero for Gryffindor!” shouted Jangjun excitedly.

About three hours after the beginning of the match, no injuries were to be deplored. Mark was about to catch the snitch but Jeongguk blocked him and Changbin caught it right after. Even with their final effort, Gryffindor won the game. The final score was very close: 240-230.

The team was celebrating with a few friends at the Three Broomsticks after a well-deserved long and hot shower. There were a total of eighteen people gathered around two tables. Engorgement charm had been used on the mugs of butterbeer, unbeknownst of Madam Rosmerta —and she better not know for all of your sakes.

A few hours after the little party, where you all had a very good time, exchanging anecdotes about everyone’s school experience, you went back to school.

On the way, Chan and you were glued to each other like always. Everyone could see the love you had for each other but you.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Two weeks after the second Quidditch match opposing Hufflepuff to Ravenclaw, Seungmin, Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin gathered in the Room of Requirement to talk about you and Chan while you were both studying at the Three Broomsticks like every sunday.

“We really have to do something to help them. I refuse to see them spend the Yule ball with anyone else,” said Seungmin in a serious tone.

“Or worse: alone,” added Jeongin.

“They’re never going to confess on their own, they’re too afraid to lose each other,” sighed Hyunjin.

“We can help them with that, right?” asked Felix.

“Right. I have an unerring plan,” smirked Seungmin.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

And so the next friday, as you were walking to your next class, a note flew out of nowhere on your charms book saying “meet me in the room of requirement at 7 tonight. chan xx”.

You stared at the note for a whole minute. Lisa had to pull you by the arm to avoid a collision with a running group of first years.

“What’s happening?” inquired Lisa with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, nothing, I’m seeing Chan tonight.”

“You see Chan everyday. Why are you blushing so hard? Did he ask you out?” She jumped around you excitedly.

Instead of answering her, because you didn’t know exactly what he wanted to tell you, you showed her the note.

“Oh my, this is so cool. If you need help with anything, let me know before it’s too late.” She fled away and you followed her.

“Wait, what is that supposed to mean?”

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Meanwhile, Chan was seated on a low wall with Bambam when the note deposited itself on his hand while he was talking. He stopped himself to read “meet me in the room of requirement at 7 tonight. y/n xx”.

Bambam read it over his shoulder and nudged his friend.

“Tell me you’re going to go.”

“Did I ever ditch on my best friend?”

“Best friend,” he repeated mockingly, “you better dress well for the occasion.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dude, you’re unbelievable,” Bambam face palmed.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Jeongin was hiding near the door and no one could see him. He was there to make sure you and Chan would enter while everything your friends worked hard for was still present.

Chan was the first to enter the Room of Requirement. He was surprised and amazed by the sight. Birds were flying, candles and flowers were levitating and a table at the center of the room was filled with yours and Chan’s favorite food.

Soon after, you entered the room, looking outside as you closed the door.

“Hey Chan— wow.”

You took the sight in as well. A particular light made your face shine and Chan could swear he fell in love with you once again. Your eyes laid on him and you smiled.

“What did you want to talk about?” you asked, gulping loudly.

“I received a note from you, don’t you have something to say to me?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I received a note from you too, though.”

You watched his reaction, being yourself confused. His smile faded a bit and you worried.

“I see there’s our favorite food, want to eat? I’m starving,” you proposed.

“Sure.”

He sat in front of you but didn’t lay his eyes on the food since you entered. That was the moment Jeongin chose to discreetly leave to join his friends in the Great Hall.

“So, if you didn’t send that note and I didn’t either, who do you think made all of this?” you asked.

“Probably Seungmin. I think the flowers come from him.”

“I agree. I recognize ambrosia, linaria bipartita, red rose and red, pink, orange tulip,” you enumerated, looking around.

“It’s crazy how you can recognize so many flowers.” Once again, he was impressed by you.

“I simply love Herbology. Felix surely helped by asking the elves to cook all this delicious food.”

“I think he and Hyunjin used the levitation charm and the avifors spell.”

“And someone had to stay here until one of us got in. I bet they made Jeongin do it.”

“They did so much, it’s really cool. Hey, look at the birds!” you exclaimed.

They were forming a big heart while flying. How romantic! It suddenly made you realize the meaning behind the flowers and you looked down at Chan. He looked at you at the same time and you stared at each other for a rather long time. You began to speak at the same time as well. Damn synchronization. 

“Chan—”

“Y/N—”

“You first.”

“No, you.”

“Okay, I know the meaning behind the flowers.”

“Oh?” he seemed interested to have your insight on them. Truthfully, he was interested in anything you had to say.

“So,” you took a deep breath, “pink tulips mean caring, good wishes, friendship, joyful occasions and confidence. The orange one means understanding, appreciation and truest love. After that, it’s…”

“It’s what?”

“Ahem. Linaria bipartita means… please notice my feelings for you.”

Chan widened his eyes. Was it going to happen through flowers symbolism?

“Red tulip means undying love, passion and perfect love and ambrosia means reciprocated love.”

“Looks like Seungmin knows us too much. I love you.”

“I love you too, Chan.”

“You have no idea how happy I am right now, hearing you say that.” If his red ears and dimpled smile were any indication.

“I love you, I love you, I love you so much Chan, I’ve loved you for so long now,” you chanted, taking his hands in yours over the table.

“Me too. Would you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Of course I would!”

You both got up at the same time and you hugged tightly. Oh how happy you were at this moment, in your lover’s arms with birds chanting your names… Wait.

“Do you hear what I hear?”

“Yes…”

You looked at the birds. It wasn’t unpleasant to hear. Felix and Jeongin must have taken a lot of their time to teach them so much.

The elves worked hard to make the food and it would be a shame to leave it there. You had a wonderful date that night.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The night of the Yule Ball, after dancing for two whole hours non-stop with your friends, you went outside to breathe. Chan followed you and put his hand on your waist.

“You look stunning,” he said into your ear.

You turned to him and kissed his lips.

“So are you.”

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please let me know <3 and here's the masterlist!

[just-some-random-blogger]

kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

�� = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist

A.C.E.

Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

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

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom  

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU) 

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4 

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)  

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3 

[adrielxle]

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(will be updating)

i will just be brainrotting here and since i’m multifandom theres gonna be lots of stuff. not spoiler free so proceed with caution

my phases are weird asf so i might be posting consistently about one fandom but move to another quickly WHO KNOWS

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i’m a minor, i identify as an agender bisexual, they/them pronouns

preferred name/s: adrielxle, adri etc. if we grow close, idm being called jenny

ENG/中文, intj, 26th august is my birthday

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i like genshin, anime, kpop (my fav music genre), hsr (i dont play it anymore but i still keep up with the story and content)

i am a HUGE music enthusiast i will listen to anything (i absolutely don’t mind if you send me a playlist recommendation but pls nothing related to country music anything but that sobs)

i like video editing,,, just for funsies

i play the piano

i LOVE LOVE LOVE toge inumaki and shinsoukoku A NORMAL AMOUNT

dms open

here’s my linktree for more socials; https://linktr.ee/_adrielxle

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tags guide

(insert any series name): obviously blog will be about that series

SHINSOUKOKU WORLD DOMINATION: me when shinsoukoku related stuff <3

adrielxle loves music: music related blogs

omg people actually send me stuff: stuff i get in my inbox that i will answer

(tba)

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The fandoms i’m in! (If i get around to posting more about a fandom, i’ll add it, so this list is incomplete)

• bsd

• genshin impact

• haikyuu

• hunter x hunter

• heaven official’s blessing

• my hero academia

• honkai star rail

• spy x family

•blue lock

• sk8 the infinity

• link click

• vanitas no carte

• jujutsu kaisen

• demon slayer

• ouran high school host club

• toilet bound hanako kun

• there’s plenty more!

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kpop groups i listen to (including soloists and others)

• bts

• enhypen

• aespa

• twice

• stray kids

• (g)-idle

• ive

• tomorrow x together

• iu

• all nct units

• red velvet

• itzy

• seventeen

• jeon somi

• blackpink

• mamamoo

•le sserafim

• ateez

• exo

• dreamcatcher

• jessi

• got7

• treasure

• and many more! Kpop is my fav music genre so i’ll listen to anything

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if we do end up interacting i sure hope we get along :,)

KAY THATS IT BYE

[saketoge]

bias tag game !

tagged by @lee-minhoe and @ambivartence 💕

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10, then answer the questions below. try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

tagging (if u want no pressure ofc!): @chanrizard @gnanii @snug-gyu @changbeens @jikyu @lunetual @minchanz @jinniebit @jwoongz

continued under the cut :)

bias list !

lee know (skz)

dk (svt)

jaehyuk (treasure)

taehwan (vanner)

mark lee (nct)

jinyoung (got7)

bang chan (skz)

soobin (txt)

donghyun (ab6ix)

mingyu (svt)

questions !

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

mark was first; i got into nct in like late 2019 and i didn't find skz/chan until late 2021 i think?? mark is like , my second or third bias in nct though lol

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

deekay babieeeeee <333 don't get me wrong i LOVE jinyoung but seokmin ...... that's my number one dude, my boy of all time, if u will

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

OMG LEE KNOW OR JAE 😭😭😭 i'm gonna give it to lee know tho (nobody's shocked). similar to mel's answer we could go on a lil stroll through the woods then stop for coffee after. we go back home and i'll watch him make lunch for us and then we binge watch spy x family for the rest of the day bc i still haven't finished it yet and he would not have that .

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

donghyun my bestie my bee eff ?!?!! honestly probably his cheeks he has the most squishable lil face like look

are u kidding </3

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

PARK JINYOUNG MY BELOVEDDDDD 😭 he is so passionate about what he does - singing, dancing, acting, he is putting in the work and it shows!! didn't think i could love him more and then i watched he is psychometric DUDE 🥺🥺 that's not even the one he won an award for but like dang bro he was good !!!! also i feel like he has a good balance of being silly goofy and like . being serious/chill/more reserved??? idk he's a virgo so he def takes himself seriously but like , not too much u know ??

not to rant but i love how he loves his members too . he is so kind like he really loves them and cares for them and wants them all to succeed, regardless of how often he says they're annoying (yugbam the problem children fcdjhdvjk) he's rly just the mom (yugyeom's specifically) of the group and it's very sweet <3

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

soobin!!! i would tell him he's doing a great job being the leader to his hooligans and that i get "bye guys!! hi ladies!!! mwah!" stuck in my head at least once a week 🖤

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

between lino and dk hm ... i think they're both pretty similar (casual, comfy, boyfriend-y) but if i had to choose i'd say dokyeom. he seems just a little bit more adventurous in his style i feel like he likes a good pattern

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

hm for jae and also for the rest of the group i think something in the vein of seventeen's home;run era could be fun .. all the funky colors and retro-y fits ! 🤔🔮 i'm seeing jae with dark hair and a patterned collared sweater .. and pearls ofc 🔮

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

i think mark and taehwan are the same height (5'9"/175cm) so neither ! hfdkvfjfd

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

individually, i'm sorry gyu i'm gonna give it to donghyun i looove his vocals ! venus ??? so smooth so ethereal 🍯 in terms of their groups though, i love my yeppis but it's gotta be seventeen for me dawg they're like all time for me we're rly in this carat shit for life 💎 i can't find the words to explain how much i love them and their music literally the only thing coming to mind rn is when dk said "it's love, of course" and like !!!! yeah !!! ykwim !?!!

[jennifer-jeong]

FANDOMS/INTERESTS

A list of some of the fandoms I'm in/some of my biggest interests! If you're looking to request something from these fandoms please do! My ask box is always open even if requests aren't being fulfilled.

Note that anything with a * beside it is something that I'm just starting to get into and/or haven't really caught up with yet.

ANIME/MANGA/JAPANESE LIGHT NOVELS

Jujutsu Kaisen | Naruto | Haikyuu! | Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure | Attack on Titan | Chainsaw Man | Demon Slayer | Tokyo Ghoul | That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime | Full Metal Alchemist | One Punch Man | Spy x Family | Soul Eater | Blue Exorcist | Cyberpunk | Violet Evergarden | My Hero Academia | + More These are just some of my favourites. If you ever want to req something else just ask! I've probably watched/read it LOL

VIDEO GAMES

Genshin Impact | Honkai: Star Rail | Overwatch | League of Legends | Project Sekai | Love and Deepspace | Tears of Themis | Valorant | Hollow Knight | Undertale | Call of Duty* | Final Fantasy* | Nier* Hotline Miami | Borderlands | Stray | Firewatch | Lethal Company | Cuphead | Bioshock | Osu! | Friday Night Funkin | Arcaea | Faith The Unholy Trinity | Five Nights at Freddy's | Omori | Terraria | Soma | Minecraft

SHOWS/MOVIES

Castlevania | Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss | Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) | Spiderverse | Arcane | Invincible | The Walking Dead | The Haunting of Hill House | Dune* | Star Wars*

MANWHA/MANHUA/WEBTOONS

Omniscient Reader’s View | Teenage Mercenary | Marry My Husband + Random BL manwha LMAO

DONGHUA

Heaven’s Official Blessing* | The Untamed*

K-POP

BTS | SEVENTEEN | Stray Kids | TXT | GOT7 | ATEEZ* | ENHYPHEN* LE SSERAFIM | ITZY | MAMAMOO | New Jeans

VTUBERS + YOUTUBERS

Shxtou | Kenji | Luxiem Wendigoon | Markiplier | Dunkey | Kshawaay | Albino | Dumbz | Britney Broski | Zy0x | Leveuplifting

HORROR CONTENT

Mandela Catalogues | Faith The Unholy Trinity | Hereditary (Movie) | FNAF VHS Tapes | Skinamarink (Movie) | The Blair Witch Project

MUSIC

JUNNY | DPR LIVE | DPR IAN | Megan Thee Stallion | Trevor Daniel | Laufey | DEAN | Eve

OTHER HOBBIES!

Gym | Art | Cosplay | Plant Mother | Crochet | Cooking + Baking | Fashion + Sewing | Makeup/Skincare

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[sweetestofchaos]

Jinyoung Masterlist

Story Key

Fluff 🎀 Angst 💔 Slice of Life 😊

NonHuman 🦄 Smut 🔞Dark 🚬 Hiatus 🛑

Writing ✍🏽 Complete 👍🏽 Mini Series 🤏🏽

Got7 Masterlist

Hard Hours: Different 🔞 requests

Prince Peach - He was just trying to make himself something to eat and here you come with your bullshit 😊🎀

Eat: Jinyoung had a rough day and you know how to fix that 😊🎀

Just Like You: You find out the love of your life is a spy you must kill 💔🚬🎀

Tell Me: CEO!Jinyoung & Latina!Reader  💔😊🎀

In My Arms: Jinyoung and Y/N are painting their kitchen. How hard could it be? 🔞😊🎀

My Sin: Fairytales don’t always have a happy ending 🔞💔🦄👍🏽

[kpop-stories-21]

Duty | Prelude: Kyungshi

Group: SuperM

Pairing: ??? x Fem!OC

Word Count: 439

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Secret Agent/Spy AU, Good vs Evil, Colleagues to Lovers, Angst

Content & Trigger Warnings: Agent!Reader, Agent!SuperM, kpop companies as agent companies, mentions of past death, violence, guns, blood, death, murder

Summary: Kyungshi finishes an assignment and receives news that sets everything in motion

General tags: @kpop---scenarios @jeonrose @skittlez-area512 @mybiasisexo @biaswreckingfics @anyamaris @liliesofdreamsskz @rdiamond2727 @naturalogre @bxffietheblxxdy

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Jun Kyungshi exhaled softly as she tiptoed through the darkened car park, taking care not to trip while still keeping an eye on her target.

The man she followed was 27-year-old Kim Yugyeom, a former JYP agent. Yugyeom, along with the rest of his agent group GOT7, had gone rouge a few months earlier. The seven men had then split up, taking on solo missions as assassins, bounty hunters, and other similar dirty jobs.

Yugyeom's current occupation was that of a "janitor" for a local gang; that is, he cleaned up loose ends by bribing people in power and killing allies who were likely to spill their secrets.

His most recent job had been securing the death of Taeyeon, a solo agent working undercover for SM, the very agency that Kyungshi was under. Kyungshi had been a close friend of the older woman, and was devastated to hear of her death. The Boss had not objected to Kyungshi going after Yugyeom, so there she was.

Yugyeom froze suddenly, and Kyungshi cursed mentally as he began speaking to someone through what was obviously an earpiece. A quick glance at her surroundings showed a single security camera that was fixed on her. Damnit, how could I have been so careless?! She berated herself.

Deciding to act while she still had some element of surprise, she stood to her feet and leapt forward, clearing the large Volvo in front of her in one smooth motion. Out of its holster came her beloved .32 mm Glock, a silencer attached to the barrel. She lined up her shot and fired quickly.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three shots echoed through the silent night air. Yugyeom turned, gazing at Kyungshi in shock, and for a moment she feared that she had missed. But then she saw the rapidly growing patches of crimson that stained his white button-up, and she allowed herself a small smile as the older man crumpled to the ground without a word.

She fired off a fourth shot, destroying the camera that had followed her movements before it could record her face. Then she climbed into her own black BMW and sped away from the scene.

As she drove, she switched on her own earpiece and spoke. "Agent Jun reporting mission accomplished."

The static-laced voice of her friend Selgui responded immediately. "Good work Agent Jun. The Boss has summoned you to headquarters, so you'd best clean up and head straight there."

Kyungshi frowned. Usually the boss only called on agents when something bad happened. "What happened Selgui?"

Selgui's voice was soft and sad as she replied "Hybe has struck again."

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[krewekreep]

Introduction of Sorts + Interests

This page will really be for me to get back into writing, develop my writing and indulge myself. I’m open to requests though but ask people to definitely contextualize your Bias (person you’re requesting for—yes I’m gonna use K-pop lingo oh well) and/or the scenario cause otherwise I’d simply write for myself. Which is why I also am making this page because I’ve been on tumblr for 10 years (my main account turned ten this year) and I’m worn out of the smut fest no prose or story fics. Definitely has its place in the community but the older I get the more I need actual full blown delusion. I need scene, setting, set up, climax, denouement…and so I’ll fulfill the order myself. 🫡

My interests:

(Im a 2010s coded Tumblr user so uh, I mean I suppose Dr Who and Supernatural aren’t 😂😂😂😂lmao ew anyway (I was into supernatural I’m ewwing at you and myself) .

Too I usually am not following everything that’s mainstream (I know im so cool) so also if something isn’t listed I most likely know of it—but went no further. I also like older anime and media so if you have something super specific that feels out of place no worries. Im gonna end up writing Greek smut about Dionysus so…🤷🏾‍♀️

Anime: (I’ve seen actually too much anime to name so here’s the ones I have a bias or have an affinity for the characters)

JJK,

Chainsaw Man

Bleach

Naruto

Demon Slayer

Attack on Titan

Fate Series

Etc

Manga:

JJK

Chainsaw Man

Bleach

Attack on Titan

Spy x Family

DanDanDan

Berserk

Etc

Fave genres are horror/seinen, shoujo, and slice of life.

KPOP: (1st-mid 3rd Gen main but still aware of 4th gen pretty deeply)

I dont really want to do requests for idols but I don’t mind overall, explained further below

My fave boy groups (somewhat in order): Big Bang, Shinee, BAP, BTS (ex-army, long story**, don’t come to my page with that bullshit 💕) B1A4, IKON, EXO, 2PM, GOT7…I could go on. (I’m not gonna list them in an order but my heart can’t not include MBLAQ, Teen Top, U-Kiss, etc ugh those were the days😭)

Girl Groups (in definitive order): 2NE1, Brown Eyed Girls, F(x), Girls Generation, TWICE, 4Minute/Hyuna, Wonder Girls, Secret, After School, Global Icon (short lived), Tiny G ( VERY short lived), EXID, Ladies Code, etc.

Now 4th Gen…is cute…they got CUTE people that’s for sure. This list will be co-ed simply because I’m not feral for boy groups like I was younger. Really the boy groups don’t do it for me (4th gen overall criticism tbh) cause it’s really looks and kinda arrogant personalities I find obnoxious given y’all can’t even publicly date or be seen smoking…tone down the elitist vibe lol. But shade aside I do jam some things and have a playlist for my fave 4th gen songs so for sure no hate just a BOMBASTIC side eye sometimes. Anyway…

Stray Kids

Aespa

Lessaraffim (I’m gonna leave it like my mind spells it, enjoy)

NCT 127 (specifically them ((in reference to the units)) cause I enjoy R&B coded K-pop, they do too much Niggaboo shit (looking at Mark and Taeyong DIRECTLY in the eyes 👁️👄👁️)((BUT it’s a Soo Man thing cause him, YG, and JYP competing over who wish they were a born a Black man the most…Soo Man and JYP ✨fist fighting✨over the top spot IYKYK)

New jeans (they’re minors and if they all aren’t their def much younger than me so no requests for minors please this is for taste assessment only)

BIBI and other female soloists (Hyuna, Sunmi, Ga-in, Lee Hyori, etc)

IVE (they really got some bops tbh, this is another TWICE case of let these young women talk and sing how they naturally would…music and live performances will thank them for it)

Nobody really else I guess honorable mentions are Ateez, Fifty-fifty,

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*im gonna add that for Anime/Manga the double dipping means some combination of me knowing the material in both forms of media. Like Jujutsu Kaizen is an amazing example currently as of course the anime is ongoing but the manga is far ahead by a large portion of plot. So if your anime only, manga only, or something be sure to let me know so I’m not spoiling by accident. Don’t want the smut to spoil a character death or something….right? 😅

**the long story short and overall caveat of why I’ve fallen out of love for groups and K-pop are the fact that yeah as a Black person I genuinely started getting pissed off with colorism, n-word usage, appropriation, and mockery. The shit gets old and as a poor old super fan I’m happy I didn’t spend the money people do for folks who would literally refuse my hand…🫤 be fr. Likewise, the deaths of idols who were literally my biases really (of course) bothered me and took a toll on my enjoyment of the genre too. The more you love it the more you learn and that’s usually where the fun ends and now it’s numbers charts and placements. Lame 😭. I let the time I was fan be that but otherwise ? Eh I’m good I’ll bop from time to time and catch the tea but my bread in my pocket (besides my B1A4 What’s Happening and Twice Scientist albums😂)((and the other old albums I’ll get before they disappear forever or get destroyed🫠))

But yeah that’s that on that. I’ll be posting whatever ends up decent enough to be read by others. Otherwise wherever this ends up hope you drop a message🥸!

[tinystarstay]

“so, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for i, too, am fluent on silence.”

— r. arnold

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˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ store owner:

jay or star! | 20 years old [12//07] | pronouns: she//her [doesn't mind they//them] | unlabled, demisexual [questioning pansexual and demiromantic] | latina [ecuadorian dominican]

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ fun facts:

infj-t | saggitarius [sun], capricorn [moon] and capricorn [rising] | a gryffindor!! hopless romantic hidden under an anti-romantic | night owl vibes!! favorite trope: enemies to lovers is an illustration major with a minor in computer science

˚ · .˚ · . ˚ · . 🩵🧸☁️ likes: collecting things, gothic literature, reading, writing, drawing, ink, pens, notebooks, sketchbooks, kpop, coffee [iced and hot], tea [iced and hot], books, cafes, disney movies, gore, horror [movies, literature, etc.], enemies to loves [my beloved, yes it has to be mentioned twice], dsmp, twitch, vtubers, most music, frogs, bears, raccoons, mice, horses, silver, jewlery, summer, kdramas [trying to get into more], true crime, soulmates, college aus, anime, oversized hoodies, comfy clothes, strawberries, sweets, blueberries, watermelons, chocolate, morally grey characters, [my beloveds &lt;3], villains [marry me please~], bats, snakes, spiders

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ dislikes: the cold, sitting still, sleeping early [hate the process of falling asleep], napping, not being productive, waking up early [i am not a morning person-]

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ music i listen to:

kpop: bts, stray kids, ateez, enhypen, nct, txt, seventeen, e'last, onlyoneof, the rose, golden child, big bang, monsta x, got7, block b, pentagon, e'dawn, wonho, dpr ian [still don't know if he's kpop-], p1harmony, xdinary heroes, victon, exo, many many more... jrock: unite, aicle, the gazette, pentagon, mejibray, lycaon//initial l, codomo dragon, born, razor broadway: hamilton, six, heathers, dear evan hansen, wicked, in the heights, sweeny todd, hadestown, beetlejuice other: glass animals, lovejoy, black veil brides, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, imagine, dragons, korn, nine inch nails, mother mother, maneskin, sub urban, glaive, vocaloid i listen to wayyyy too much music, i swear this isn't all of it- saw wicked in: 2019 [hs sophmore], beetlejuice on: december 2019 [hs junior], stray kids on: 6.29.22, ateez on: 11.28.22, taylor swift on: 5.14.23

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ streamers//youtubers i like:

wilbur soot, tubbo, ranboolive, tommyinnit, karl jacobs, georgenotfound, dreamwastaken, most of the dsmp members, markiplier, jacksepticeye, mysta rias, vox akuma, ike eveland, most of the nijisanji vtubers, gura gawr, hakos baelz, most hololive//holostars vtubers

˚ · .˚ · . ˚ · . 🩵🧸☁️ games i like:

resident evil series, omori, twisted wonderland, obey me!, a3!, mystic messenger, uta no prince sama, the arcana, colorful stage, rhythm hive, bts world, dark wood, minecraft

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ books i like:

love & gelato, caraval series, 6 of crows, shadow & bone series, scythe series, red queen, night vale books [the podcast is so amazing], gallant, and so many more books...i have like a tub full of them-

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ anime i like:

toilet bound hanako kun, spy x family, your lie in april, black butler, hunter x hunter, komi can't communicate, assassination classrrom, HAIKYU, blue period, the devil's a partimer, uta no prince sama, attack on titan, kamigami no asobi, deadman wonderland, many many more i can't remember off the top of my head...

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ stan list!! [it would make this wayyy too long if i put it all here-]

Date and Time: July 18th 2024, 11:29 AM EST

Updated: -

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[eattee]

fic recs

all fic recs batman/batfamily boku no hero academia bts fruits basket got7 haikyuu!! how to train your dragon jujutsu kaisen kimetsu no yaiba kuroko no basuke marvel one piece (anime/manga & live action) pjo seventeen shinee shingeki no kyojin spiderverse spy x family stray kids yuri on ice

[choweyy]

about me!

hello! you can call me chloe! here is list about me and this acc if you wanna know 🤠

fav color : blue!

i will write for :

seventeen (all members)

txt (all members)

enhypen (all members)

my hero academia (bakugo, deku, shoto, kirishima)

one piece (sanji, zoro, luffy, chopper (PLATONIC.), ace, sabo, shanks, law, buggy)

jujutsu kaisen (gojo, geto, yuuji, megumi, toji, sukuna, inumaki)

demon slayer (tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu, rengoku, tengen, muichiro, giyuu, obanai, sanemi, genya, douma, akaza, muzan)

dr stone (senku, gen, ukyo, chrome, ryusui)

hunter x hunter (gon, killua, kurapika, feitan)

mashle (mash, dot, finn, lance, rayne)

naruto (naruto, sasuke)

fandom : kpop, some jpop, anime and i read some manga and webtoons

kpop (i stanned) :

seventeen

txt

enhypen

kpop i liked :

new jeans

ive

fromis_9

WJSN

blackpink

mamamoo

stayc

twice

le sserafim

AKMU

g-idle

straykids

bts

aespa

ateez

the boyz

bol4

2ne1

day6

got7

itzy

iu

yena

chungha

iz*one

jo yuri

red velvet

kepler

eunbi

lee hi

loona

momoland

nct (and their units)

nmixx

pentagon

suzy

g-dragon

wanna one

weeekly

park jihoon

sunmi

gfriend

oh my girl

jessi

zico

jpop i listened to :

YOASOBI (SHE'S SO GOOD AKSJA)

LiSA - gurenge

imase - night dancer

natori - overdose

eve - kaikai kitan

miki matsubara - stay with me

yuuri - betelgeuse

hige dandism - pretender

radwimps

kenshi yonezu - fireworks

yuika - sukidakara

anime i (currently/already) watched:

my hero academia

one piece

cells at work!

spy x family

jujutsu kaisen

hunter x hunter

assassination classroom

black clover

oshi no ko

dr stone

demon slayer

your name

your lie in april

hotarubi no mori e

anohana (i cried sm while watching this-)

howl's moving castle

Arriety

my neighbor tororo

Spirited Away

the cats return

ponyo

pom poko

manga :

whisper of the heart

natuto

8kaijuu / kaijuu no.8

one piece

one punch man

hunter x hunter

black clover

mashle : magic and muscle

webtoon :

eleceed

i'm the max-level newbie

girls of the wild's

1111 animals (yea i'm a little bit a nerd 🤓)

tata the cat

cat loaf adventures

[gotmarkie]

it was still odd to run into groups that were involved with the former label mark had been a part of. mark never knew if he should avoid talking business or if enough time had passed that he could comfortably ask about how work had treated them. mark did hope that jyp had changed since got7 decided to change labels, but one could never know what was happening behind closed doors. 

mark sympathized by not muttering a word. he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire but he could recognize pain when he heard it. mark gave a good glance around the room to make sure that there had been no one spying into their conversation. “you guys are doing great. i’ve seen how talented you all are, and i know your fans see it too. you shouldn’t be too hard on yourselves, and you definitely shouldn’t listen to him.” 

Changbin can't believe that he's sitting in front of one of his former label mates. He deeply respected and admired Got7, and he felt kind of hurt when the group chose to leave JYP. Stray Kids busy schedule prevented him from spending time with the other men before they went away. The hyperactive boy really hoped that he could keep himself together after drinking coffee.

"Hummm....I'd tell myself to stand up to the old man JYP. JYP, well ,you know, the guy can be a bit of an asshole." Changbin glances around to see if anyone is listening into their conversation before he continues speaking. "The guy is a major perfectionist. sometimes I would go back into my room and cry after hearing the things he said about me. JYP can sing and dance. He can't rap. I should have told him to back off of me and my friends."

[7wanderingpaws]

Legal Birthday (GOT7 Jackson)

Pairing: Jackson x reader

Genre: Spy AU

Word Count: 9.8K

Warnings: small violence, blood, a little seductive?

The room was dark and very clean for it to be hiding something dangerous and gnarly but despite your surprise, you steadily advanced ahead, your steps silent shaming even the sneakiest cat.

“It should be hidden in the most uncommon of places,” you heard in your ear, pressing the in-ear with your middle finger further inside. “Keep looking, we cannot lose this one.”

“I am on it,” you murmured. You were so happy you managed to catch the owner of the apartment away. This way, you could get rid of all the nasty things he was hiding without any trace. Although, you did wish to witness his surprised face to see all his treasures disappeared.

Going around the kitchen, you looked through each drawer, opening the dish washer, the fridge… it was nowhere to be found.

It took you another 10 minutes of close analysis to finally advance to the bedroom area. There was a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach, as if it was signalling, that this was the moment the entire truth would come to the surface.

“All clear. Keep proceeding.”

  Reaching for the drawer, you opened it to find neatly arranged sweaters and shirts and some expensive watches. Your heart was thundering as you reached deeper. Just when your hand brushed something concrete that should not be in a usual drawer, your in-ear blew up: “You’re not alone anymore, immediately withdraw! Y/N, get out of there-”

In that instant you turned and without thinking twice, you smashed the dark body of the intruder into the nearest wall harshly, your inner instincts bringing the best out of you. You bared your teeth as if a tiger, and held the strong stranger with your elbow pressed to his neck. He did not budge though. His face was covered in a mask and he was wearing a black hat, making it impossible to read even the slightest into his face.

“Who are you,” you growled deeply and pressed harder against his neck. “Who sent you. Who do you work for. Answer or else-”

The stranger attacked suddenly and you cursed under your breath for letting down your guard for a heartbeat. Now it was you being pressed against the wall but your leg immediately shot up, kicking him into his waist and pushing into his chest, making him tumble backwards.

Your hand reached out and snapped the mask downwards and the other hand took off his hat. Fluff of brown hair sprung free, freshly washed and soft under your harsh fingers.

The view was nothing you expected and a loud, horrified gasp was the only reaction you were able to let out.

In this split second, he had you pinned against the wall, his breath fanning over your open mouth, still in pure shock. His deep dark eyes were boring into yours, while his free hand reached into your hair. He grabbed the fake wig you were wearing and slowly dragged it down, his eyes snapping to your own hair. He was looking there for a minute, letting the reality sink in.

“So this is how we meet again,” he mumbled, his focus now back on you.

Your heart was thundering, your legs suddenly wobbly, ready to give out. You knew he was still in the business, you knew almost everything about him despite not being with him for over four years.

“Jackson,” you breathed, still in pure shock. A few seconds had to pass by for you to remember that you wanted to kill him. You needed to get him, beat him up for everything he did to you.

 “What on Earth are you even doing here? This is not a place for you,” he said hurriedly, worry smudged across his handsome face. He was much older than you but his age didnt show any signs at all. His masculinity did the exact opposite things to you and hated yourself for it.

However, his last words turned your shocked face into a rock-hard glare. “You don’t know anything about me. Not anymore. ”

Jackson’s eyes frantically switched between your eyes, searching for any other answers than what you were willing to share.

“What happened to you,” he finally asked. “What did they do to you? Why did they send you?”

You smirked, hoping your next words will finally make him obey. “I came to kill you.”

- - -

Hong Kong, 5 years ago

Your seventeenth birthday was fine. Nothing special. The cake was good.

"Why are we even sitting at home, girls?” shouted Moya, the extremely self-centred friend of yours. “Let’s go watch the training!”

“You know we can’t,” you sighed wanting to be alone. Or with one single person that was on your mind nonstop – and who was participating in the mentioned training. “Boys don’t mix with girls.”

“But your daddy is more influential than mine! I’m sure he will forgive you too, you are his princess after all,” chirped Lucy, the kinder one.

You pressed your lips together. “I don’t think so…”

Training of some muscly men that gave you no perspective whatsoever. You were not a turned on teenager, making you doubt your sexuality on a whole new level. Lots of sweat, lots of grunts, oh yeah, the best thing to ever happen to a girl, right?

Not really, or at least not in your opinion. You still didn’t really know what all those men were training for. It was by complete accident that you know about this, because you followed your father to his workplace one day. As soon as he found out, you got a strong slap across your face, getting shouted at and locked up in your massive mansion you lived in. Alone. Well, with your father.

There was no reason for him to get so worked up over spying a little bit, but later you started to realise that his job might be something else than what it looked like. After all, you spent all your time at home (why did your father even bother to “lock you up” in the house when you couldn’t leave the house anyway?) thinking, combining. Of course, dreaming, too when it came to a certain someone.

Just then, your father appeared in the doorway to the hallway. “Love, I’m leaving. I’ll come back with Jackson to discuss some business.”

You gulped, your mouth slowly opening without really you noticing.

“Can we come too?” asked Moya in a high-pitched tone, already standing up from her chair. “We’ll behave, promise.”

Your father laughed and looked at you. You were too busy now collecting your frantic thoughts. “Maybe another time, ‘right?”

I’ll come back with Jackson to discuss some business. Jackson.

The girls were disappointed but obeyed nonetheless.

Lucy elbowed Dara (the quieter one), pointing sneakily at your zoned out face. “You want to get laid for your birthday, huh?”

Your stare was distant, however.

The girls smirked once again. “Right, I know what it is,” said Moya.

When you still didn’t react to them, she just plainly said, curling her long hair around her index finger. “Mmm, Jackson is coming over. I might as well stay over for the night, hoping he will come to me at the dark hours.”

That made your head snap up right away. Your heart was thundering in your heart, your legs shaky and you weren’t even standing. Gulping, you combed your fingers through your hair.

The girls laughed at you. “Don’t worry, she won’t,” promised Lucy, probably the only normal one in your group of girlfriends. “Jackson has high standards.”

“Excuse me?” yelped Moya but immediately laughed.

“So,” you started your voice too gentle for their harsh thoughts. “Where is the alcohol you’ve been promising for my birthday? Where’s the weed, too? I - like - need it right now but you didn’t do shit about it.”

Silence fell over the little circle table you sat around. They exchanged looks.

Coming from wealthy families, they sure had some strong language and promises all the damn time, but at the end of the day, they never did anything dangerous. They were just fake brats that had zero idea about their lives or its values.

You smiled, standing up from the table after they didn’t answer. “Well, just as I thought so. I’m heading up. Feel free to grab whatever your poor hearts wish for,” you said, your voice fake-kind. Turning, you walked to the staircase, happy to be out of their presence.

None of your friends, nor you knew exactly what were your fathers jobs. It was a secret and apparently, to keep you safe, you were better kept in the shadows of unknown. So, many times you wondered who actually Jackson was. You had a horrible, ugly and deep crush on him, not really undermined by any real facts or actions. You just did and that was it.

That’s why the idea of him coming tonight gave you exciting chills. You knew each other for two years now, your father sometimes bringing him home and when he had to urgently leave, he would make him watch out for your young fifteen-year-old self, as if you would do something worse than reading a book and just wander around the massive house all by yourself.

Without much thinking, you realised you were putting on pyjamas and get ready to sleep. It was such a mechanic way… And you also heard the girls leaving the house.

Sighing, you sat on the edge of your bed and waited till your father would come home and then wait till he suddenly had to leave, having Jackson watch out for you again.

You never really knew why was your father having you watched when you were seventeen now. All the teenagers were independent and responsible at this age and here you were being spoiled as a brat, not knowing what your father’s job was, being watched by the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t like you saw many men either. You didn’t go out into the wild Hong Kong much, and even if you did, you had to be escorted.

Good for you that you always preferred jeans and goodies, this way nobody could tell your family was wealthy rich.

You didn’t realise you fell asleep until a soft knock awakened you, your father’s gentle eyes right in front of your sleepy face.

“Honey,” he hummed his voice deep. You sensed another figure tentatively standing in the doorway. Your heart jumped. “I have to leave urgently but don’t worry - Jackson will be here if anything happens.”

You never knew what was that “anything” that could happen but it was obvious your father had a very clear idea, though he wouldn’t share that, of course.

You nodded, running your hands over your face. “Alright, take care, daddy. When will you be home?”

He smiled and removed some hair from your forehead. “Hopefully by morning, but I cannot promise anything now.”

You knew that one sentence well, too.

“Alright. See you later and be careful.”

“Always,” he said and then the only thing that was left behind him was a strong smell of cologne that was so typical for men in their 40s and 50s.

Jackson didn’t smell like that. He smelled… Enchanting. It was such a pleasurable mix of cologne on a young skin, some peppermint and this specific, unique smell you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It was herbal, which was the only sure thing.

When you slowly rose from your position, your father was gone and Jackson was in your room, still standing at the doorway. His dark hair was tousled sexily, as if he had someone make it that way. His light brown shirt was of a thin textile, you could tell right away. The black jeans couldn’t hang low on his waist even if they wanted to as the strong, big thigh muscles prevented the textile to move any further down.

Finally, you met his eyes. “Hey,” you whispered.

“Hey,” he rasped back.

He moved slowly to you, not losing the eye contact for a split second. Once he stood close enough to your knees that were connected politely as you were sitting, he said: “Happy birthday.”

A gentle smile pulled at your lips, averting your eyes the only way to show your genuine gratitude. You pressed your lips together. “Thank you.” You took a deep breath, standing up to be closer to him.

He gave you the gentlest of smiles when his warm, veiny hand reached for your left cheek, letting the back of his fingers brush against the flushed skin. “You slept tight. You have these lines on your cheek. So cute,” he laughed quietly, your heart painfully jumping at the sound.

Your smile widened. “Do you think tonight is the night?” You came closer, your hand touching his chest.

Jackson’s smile didn’t falter but the sigh escaping his lips said it all.

Before he could say anything, you stepped back and walked around him, heading for your desk.

You’ve been waiting for a while now for it to happen and it might have been extremely immature but the pressure for you was too big to handle. You wanted it to happen so badly. You wanted it to be finally true. You wanted Jackson to finally do something about it.

It was then when you felt his hands sneak around your waist and turn you around. Your body reacted immediately, fire shooting up your insides almost painfully.

He pressed his forehead to yours. “Not tonight. I can’t.”

“Isn’t it me who is supposed to say that?” you asked quietly, trying to suppress the frustration.

He moved his chin forward, his lips millimetres from yours. “Not until you’re legal for me.”

That simple statement made your knees go weak. You tried to kiss him, but backed away leaving you hanging. You kept your stare on him before his eyes travelled downwards to your cleavage. It wouldn’t make you budge. You wanted him to look. He grabbed your waist gently again and turned you around, pressing his face into your neck.

It made you take in sharply a breath, closing your eyes and feeling his fingers at the hem of your pyjama shirt. “You put this on the wrong way,” he said, pulling at the hem. Oh.

You snapped your eyes opened just to see that he was right. Your shirt was inside-out. So that was the reason he was eyeing your front so openly!

“Let’s change that,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear.

Ugh. If he did not want to do anything with you tonight, why did he have to tease you like this? Involuntarily, your back arched against his front as his hands were now on the bare skin of your waist.

Gulping loudly, you felt the t-shirt being lifted up, cold air giving chills to your hot skin.

However, he would not budge. It was your crazy young mind that was blindly believing his mischievous, tricky actions. He stopped right away, smirking and playfully pinching your skin, making you yelp. “Change it,” he mumbled, stepping back away from you. “I’ll be downstairs. You want warm milk before bed as usual?” he asked as he was making his way out.

Dumbfounded, you stared in his direction, your short hair falling into your eyes. “Erm, yeah, please.”

He winked at you and left the room, whistling on his way down the stairs.

  The next year it was an understatement that you were going crazy. The high expectations of the cold December night of your eighteenth birthday were overflowing. However, this year your birthday was already different because it was snowing heavily, creating the perfect mood for the upcoming Christmas holidays.

Cosy night. That was what you would think of all day as you were wandering alone in the big house. This time, your father seemed to stay also. You were disappointed that Jackson would not show up for your special night to watch out for you. Or so it seemed.

Just two hours into the late evening and your father received an urgent call. He left right away, calling Jackson on his way out to come and watch out for you.

You downed a glass of cold water and rushed upstairs, your heart beating irregularly.

Will he finally allow you to be his? Are you grown enough for him?

Jackson was 26 which was a massive age gap - you were aware of this. At some point you would try to stop thinking about him and get some sobriety but it was to no avail.

How could it? When nobody was around, you two would bake cookies, dance to Christmas songs, cuddle and hug, take care of each other, feed each other, play hide and seek… Sometimes you would fall asleep next to each other, Jackson’s hands on your naked skin covering your waist. That was the furthest he would ever touch you, the furthest he’d let himself go with you.

If your father would still not be home by early morning, he would give your forehead a gentle kiss and wait for you to wake up.

Unless you were already up before him.

Then you would slowly, ever so gently trace the line of his lips, sensing their softness, dryness. You would analyse each and every detail of his features, how his eyelashes fluttered when he was dreaming and how he looked peaceful when no dreams were tiring his mind. You would notice how deep and regular his breathing was and how he would sometimes end up snoring. It was annoying but you couldn’t be mad or frustrated. You were happy to see him resting. You still didn’t know what his actual job was for your father. Sometimes he would have some scratches on his face which scared you, but you would make sure to give it a little kiss, hoping it would heal soon.

Your trace of thoughts was interrupted with the doors closing downstairs. You jumped up from your bed and lounged for the mirror, checking your already flushed cheeks. At least your hair was behaving for once. You heard steps and someone walking upstairs. They were not hurried, but rather balanced steps. You knew them so well.

He surprised you with tiny gifts that you could cover up easily in case your father would ask about them – not like he ever asked though. Your biggest, most valued present was Jackson’s presence itself. It was his attention to you that was the most rewarding. His eyes following you around the house, how you would chew excitedly on the delicious cake he brought. How you would do a little toast with the bubbly champagne and the taste would make you pull a sour face. He laughed loudly at you, saying: “Welcome to the adult land. It isn’t only champagne that is sour in your life anymore.”

You danced as well. First to some pop songs, and later to slow ones in which he could show his true gentleman potentials when he grabbed your hand gently, pulling you to his front, his hand not leaving the middle of your back. Biting you lip, you squirmed in his arms to make his hand fall lower, obviously anticipating more from him.

He smirked, knowing full well what your cheeky intentions were. But you had to wait for a bit later.

He twirled you, dipped you, and as you bended your head backwards to enjoy the moment, he gave your neck a sweet kiss, letting his lips linger for a few heartbeats.

When the last song was finished, you naturally headed upstairs to your room, turning off all the lights downstairs. Hands intertwined, swinging in the air between you, you were dizzy with emotions for him. Closing the door behind him, you didn’t let him escape anymore as you caged him in and stepped on your tippy-toes, putting your hands on his shoulders to kiss him on the lips like you wished for years now. You never kissed before.

“I’m eighteen now,” you mumbled, opening your eyes slowly. “I am legal for you now.”

He didn’t smile. Serious face was all he could give you for an answer as if to scold you for always wanting to be irresponsible. Seeing your shiny eyes, his features softened up and he took your face in his palms, brushing your hair behind your ear. It tickled. “You are right,” he rasped, his voice husky and deep. Oh my.

He kissed you, letting himself finally go.

It was the next day that you were stolen. It was fast and you had barely any chance to react when you felt a thick, heavy hand land on your mouth before the man was dragging you out backwards. Your first, very first thought, was that it was Jackson and that he might be just playing jokes with you. However, you knew he wouldn’t be that harsh and rude with you and, mostly, he would never even try to scare you in such an ugly way.

Just as you prepared to attack the kidnapper with your elbow, you received a strong blow into your head, making you lose consciousness.

Afterwards, your life became a hell hole. Nothing was the same, neither were you. You were waiting for Jackson or your father to come and save you, but they never came.

“Do you know why are you here, young lady?” asked one of the guys that stole you.

You didn’t but you wouldn’t communicate with them.

“Your father is a liar, a fraud. He is already on the list of the international police.”

Those words scared you. He must have not talked about your father - that was impossible. It all had to be a misunderstanding, a complete nonsense. These things happened only in films or shows, but not in your life.

Sure, you lived in a mansion - you could be a princess if that was what you wished for. And yet, all you could think about was Jackson and how you two could lead a simple, peaceful life. Everyday people with everyday issues.

Not like now. Specific people with very specific issues.

You were crying without realising it as the man continued his monologue in a heavy foreign accent you couldn’t pinpoint. “He exchanged you for his freedom, darling. He has no interest in you whatsoever so you might as well give this silence up and tell me what he was up to in the last two months.”

So this was why your father never told you a thing about his work. To keep you safe. And then, here you were, held hostage. At least the apartment was nice and nobody even touched you ever since, nor anyone tried to do anything ugly.

“Jaebeom.” A tall young man came into the room, wearing a suit. You haven’t seen him yet. He had a kind face, you thought to yourself. Or so it seemed through your blurry vision. “It’s the boss. He wants to meet her.”

Jaebeom shot you a glare before he abruptly stood up, making his way out. “Watch out for her. She might be sneaky for all I know,” he grumbled and slammed the door shut. Silence fell over the otherwise empty room.

“I’m Yugyeom,” said the tall guy, giving you a little wave. “I like computers.”

You blinked a few times, nodding. The tiredness was quickly catching up on you. “Hi Yugyeom,” you said politely. “Maybe you can be so kind and tell me why am I here.”

“It’s your dad. He’s a naughty guy.”

It absolutely should have not but it made you chuckle quietly. Or you were just desperate. “Nice. See, I didn’t even know about that.”

“It wasn’t a lie what the team leader said,” continued Yugyeom, sitting down on the chair that was previously occupied by Jaebeom. So he was the team leader. “Your father exchanged you for his own freedom.”

“So that’s why you’re holding me here? Cause he was selfish?”

“Not quite...” he trailed off, thinking for a minute. “He was kidnapped by his own mafia gang for having debts. We saved you from the gang that stole you.”

“What?” you shouted suddenly, your voice breaking. Yugyeom jumped at the strong vocals. “It wasn’t you who kidnapped me? Oh my god.”

“We are a secret agency and we work for the state of Korea. Your father was one of the leading secret agents but he has been suspicious for quite a long time now. Finally, we were able to trace his dirty business. Unfortunately, you’re involved, too,” he added quickly, looking at you cautiously. “I suggest you to confess quickly before it will get out of control.”

Your mouth was hanging open. You were feeling the dryness in your throat. “Ehm, do you think I can get a glass of water, please?”

“Sure,” said Yugyeom without hesitation, standing up.

Just in that moment the doors opened harshly, and in it a tall man with a slim, long face was standing. He had a serious look on his face. “No, you cannot until you spit out the truth.”

Yugyeom fidgeted with his hands, looking uneasy.

“I don’t know anything,” you whimpered, your voice pleading. “My father refused to tell me anything. He has a complice that is all I know.”

“Who is it?” asked the tall guy, his voice dark. Chills ran down your back.

You went silent here for a second. The truth was, you wanted to cry from the horrible pain in your heart. Jackson was also involved with your father. He didn’t even save you when they kidnapped you. He must have been a liar, too. And you, foolishly, fell for him, gave yourself to him.

But then why was he being so kind and gentle to you the entire time? Why was he respecting you so much when eventually he would stab you in your back anyway?

You hated yourself. You were embarrassed about the last night you spent with him. Despite your heart arguing with your mind that it was the best thing you could do and that you were truly at your happiest whilst being with him, surrounded by him, your brain held a strong hand above your reckless heart in a strong disapproval.

You sighed, not meeting the man’s eyes. “Jackson. His name is Jackson. I’m not sure about his surname but he isn’t very tall, he is muscly and he doesn’t like warm weather.”

Silence fell over the room. Finally, the tall man entered the room and walked to you before he crouched down so he could look into your face. “Jackson?”

Nodding, you hastily met his dark eyes.

“Mark, I don’t think she is talking about the same person,” said Jaebeom from the doorstep. He gave you a strict gaze. “It must be a different Jackson.”

“I don’t care,” replied silently Mark, looking at you the whole time as he was speaking. “I need answers and I need them now. Yugyeom!” he shouted, making the poor boy jump. “Find all the information on Jackson from the B team. And then find this Jackson dude who doesn’t like warm weather,” he smirked at you before standing up. “Bring her to the headquarters,” he said, turning and walking to the exit. “I’ll have another chat with her in a nicer environment.”

You frowned worriedly when Jaebeom came closer to you, removing your hands from the handcuffs attached to the radiator. “You are lucky to be treated this way,” he started. “If it would be up to me, I wouldn’t have any mercy.”

“Why do you even hate me,” you spat, frustrated and done with his disgusting behaviour. “You didn’t tell me why I’m here, you just keep asking me things I have no clue about and I literally told you everything I know – nothing.”

Jaebeom set his eyes on you, as if analysing. He was silent for a moment, before saying: “Well this is life, princess. Deal with it.”

You scoffed at the stupid nickname, anger boiling inside of you. Within an hour you were escorted through half of Hong Kong to a district you’ve never set your foot to before. You only heard scary stories related to it but that still didn’t ease your excitement and curiosity about this place.

“Where are we going?” you asked a man sitting next to you.

He looked at you, not quite bothered. “Don’t ask.”

“Bam, you don’t need to be harsh to her.”

You looked at the tall guy, Yugyeom, giving him a thankful smile for standing up for you.

When you arrived, you were escorted to a big fancy office where the Mark dude was already sitting in his leather chair, looking out the massive glass wall at the foggy skyline of Hong Kong

“So, you state that you don’t know anything,” he started without any notice.

“Yes,” you replied boldly.

That made him turn in his chair, his face smiley and cheeky. Well that was surprising. What was he smiling about?

“Then I have an idea. It is better for you to cooperate. That is, unless you’re not innocent as you make yourself out to be.”

You gulped and after a minute of hesitation, you nodded.

“Here’s my plan,” said Mark and ushered you towards him, whispering something you would have least expected.

  The upcoming two years have been a whirlwind of emotions. These emotions were too strong for your gentle self to bear. It was all too real, too hurtful and yet, at the end of the day when you would pass out of exhaustion into your freshly made bed, you would feel the strongest sense of accomplishments.

The trainings were hard. They would not let you cry for even a second. There was no room for feelings. As much as you wished to cry about your father becoming such a fraud and a liar who betrayed his own daughter to sell her off for his own freedom was making you feel nauseous and disgusting.

Those nails that looked so much like your father’s? You despised them.

The shape of your eyes? You couldn’t stand them.

That handsome smile of his that was beautifully transformed to a soft, feminine one on your face was one of the reasons why you wouldn’t even bother to raise the corners of your mouth.

Maybe your sudden talent in athleticism was the only thing that could pass as acceptable from things you inherited from your father. But otherwise...

That was it.

And then there was ... him.

Him, who you didn’t want to think of anymore. Him, who still made you weak in many ways, in many places. Him, who didn’t bother to come back to save you because he was too busy to protect your lying father.

Him, whom you loved so dearly. Him, who made you feel loved, beautiful and eternal.

Him, for whom you would give up your own life, him, whom was the kindest man, the most caring, the most wonderful and the most superlative worthy man.

Him, whom you hated so feverishly, it was making you feel dizzy.

---

“Hey, leader.”

Jaebeom was busy tracking a weirdo who kept crashing the servers of the police security cameras when he raised his head from the screen to see tall Yugyeom wave at him through the entire office.

It was alright. Other 100 agents who were working in the department were used to this kind of behaviour, so nobody paid any attention. Nor they did when the leader stood up, adjusted his elegant blazer (he was attending a party afterwards) and walked through the entire room to the PC specialist to see what was so important, that the leader himself had to walk to him.

“Look,” Yugyeom pointed a long, thin finger at the right-side screen.

Jaebeom frowned as he focused his piercing gaze on the screen. It was Jackson. “What is he doing here? I thought agent Wang was overseas.”

“He is done with another mission,” replied Yugyeom as he typed up some codes to the left-side screen. “He is attending a meeting with Mark now. There is unfinished business regarding Y/N’s father.”

“Shit,” sighed Jaebeom and lowered his head, to make the conversation more private. “I thought that bastard was taken care of.”

Yugyeom turned his head ever so slightly, his focus on the leader’s sharp jaw. It was never a good sign when the leaser pushed out his chin. “Well, he wasn’t. He exchanged the girl for his freedom, remember?”

“Alright,” Jaebeom straightened up to his full length, towering over the young boy. “Tell Mark I’m attending the meeting too. I have to talk to Jackson anyway.”

“What about Y/N?”

“What about her?”

“Aren’t we going to tell her he is here in the city?”

Jaebeom looked confused. “Why should we?”

“Because she thinks he is the bad guy.”

The leader smirked, his face twisted in a bitter smile. “Who cares? It’s not like she loves him or something. He doesn’t care about her anyway, why make it more complicated?”

Yugyeom didn’t respond. How was he supposed to tell the leader that it was more than a crush for her, that Jackson was her everything she knew before her life became such a mess.

“You’re right,” he heard himself say, rather automatically. “They will never see each other again.”

“I just wonder what Mark has to do with him in secret that he didn’t notify us about his arrival.”

“All I know is that another team is taking care of some douches in Hong Kong so they are sending him as the main Cantonese representative. After all Jackson truly is a gem in our agency. Not many people have his charms or language skills.”

“That’s true, but Jackson is still part of my team. I thought I am supposed to know where and what my agents are doing. Who else is going to bear responsibility?”

“Got some news, bros.” Agent Bambam, who was walking by Yugyeom’s table, threw the latest newspapers down on the table, the main headline saying “Tax Evasion more Severe”. “It’s happening again,” laughed Bam.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out in the terrain by now? What are you still doing here? Agent Park is expecting you there!” exclaimed Jaebeom strictly.

Bam laughed, clapping his hands. “Team leaderrrrr, chill! That was yesterday, you forgot already?”

“Agent Im is busy with dates, aren’t I right?” Agent Park, or just Jinyoung, appeared from the other side of the table and patted the dissatisfied leader on the back. “You chose a nice blazer for this evening, Jaebeom. She will be pleased. Much better than that fluffy jacket that caused your date immediate allergic reactions last time.”

Jaebeom sighed and massaged his eyes. “How come you all have so much free time on your hands?” he shouted suddenly, making everyone jump. “Get back to your places, now!”

Jinyoung smirked and gave one last pat to Jaebeom’s shoulder before he ventured off with others, leaving poor Yugyeom drained and worried.

“Tell Mark I’m coming,” murmured Jaebeom, not looking at Yugyeom. “And you’re coming with me.”

“Why?” peeped Yugyeom, complete dread written over his face.

Jaebeom frowned in astonishment. “You are my only normal agent here. I can’t count on those ducks,” he replied looking at the others who were silently watching them, smirks under their noses.

--

Marks office was still the same even after two years: minimalistic and with a breathtaking view of Hong Kong’s landscapes.

Jackson was happy to be back in his hometown after countless of missions in China and North Korea. He even forgot that Hong Kong’s air had its own smell.

“How do you see it so far?” asked Mark, sitting in his chair, looking out the window on the slow sundown. “Do you think it will be done by this month?”

“This month?” asked Jackson, surprised. “It’s December.”

Mark let out a breathy laugh, slowly turning in his chair to face his friend. “Oh, I had absolutely no idea it was December. Thank you for telling me.”

Jackson looked down at his intertwined hands. He had some bloody scratches on them, but they were pretty much healed by now. “Sorry I-“

“It’s her birthday, I know,” said Mark matter-of-factly.

Jackson snapped his head up, his face in utter horror. “Whose?”

“C’mon, man, don’t act like an innocent, ignorant boy. I know everything.”

“I’m lost,” said Jackson, still holding up his guard.

“She would probably kill you if she saw you now though,” laughed Mark as if nothing. “She is a little fierce tiger.”

“Why would you talk about her like that?”

“So you do know who I am talking about!” clapped his hands Mark and looked utmost pleased.

Jackson sighed, already tired of the conversation. “What was it you wanted to talk with me about?”

“You possibly cannot kill her father in the month of her birth, right? That would be too much to bear even for me.”

“Yeah, even for you, you emotionless prick,” spitted Jackson and ran his hands over his dark hair. “I can’t believe I’m having this talk with you! Just get to the point so I can get out.”

“Before she discovers you here?”

“Why would she even be in this damn building!” shouted Jackson, genuinely confused and stood up abruptly to walk around the big office.

Mark observed his friend for a little bit before answering. “You two are so alike and yet so different.”

“I refuse to take part in this mission.”

“But it will be beneficial for your position.”

“I don’t care about my position.”

For once, finally, Mark became speechless. He knew Jackson as the back of his hand – hardworking, willing to give up everything just so he could go far in his job, just so he could protect his country from all the evil that was in the streets. This was nothing like that Jackson. He would never refuse to do something for better good. “So a woman can have such a strong influence over a man. Damn, I thought it’s just some poetic bullshit.”

“Mark,” said Jackson, his voice low and threatening. “Stop it.”

“Look at yourself. What are you doing?”

“I am trying to keep myself sane.”

Mark stood up and walked towards fuming Jackson, bending his knees so he could see better the young man’s face. “If you love her, why don’t you face her?”

“You said yourself she would kill me in an instant.”

Mark laughed, straightening up. “I bet she would. But that is not the case.” He paused for a seconds to think over his thoughts. “She loves you. I know how much she suffered after we saved her.”

Jackson gritted his teeth, not wanting to talk about that episode he missed out on. He still couldn’t believe he was not there to save her just in time, right on her eighteenth birthday.

“I have a plan though,” continued Mark. “For it, we will need your team leader to appear. And, of course, I won’t let you kill the man in this month. Nor later. I just need you to be exactly where I need you to be in order for everything to work out well.”

In that moment, there was a knock on the door and Jaebeom stepped in confidently, followed by a not so confident Yugyeom.

“Mark, what the hell?” started Jaebeom, throwing his hands up in the air before he walked to Jackson to hug him. “Are you alright?” he asked him and then gave him the tightest of hugs.

“I’m fine,” Jackson muttered, pleased to see Jaebeom after such a long time.

Mark took a step back and smiled at the team. He made sure to wave brightly at Yugyeom, too. The boy was a talented hacker.

--

“You came to kill me?” asked Jackson, surprised. That was not written in the script.

You gritted your teeth, wanting to beat him up to a pulp. So many emotions were swirling inside of you, so many memories, so many old touches re-emerged on your skin, giving you goosebumps. “I won’t have mercy just like you had zero mercy with me!”

“Shh, stop shouting,” whispered Jackson and held his palm to your mouth.

You bit it strongly, making him yelp in surprise. He stepped back a few steps, looking alarmed when he suddenly saw you holding a dagger in your right hand. Aimed... right at him.

“Y/N,” he murmured, worry in his eyes.

“You will listen to me!” you shouted. Your in-ear was blowing up with Jaebeom’s and Yugyeom’s instructions but you wouldn’t care. You needed to finish this business, so you could have your peace of mind. “I loved you. I cared for you so much. I knew nothing about the world because you were my only world, my only dream I had! And you ruined it.”

“Wait, Y/N, let me explain. I loved you. Hell, I still love you so much! I waited for you for so long...”

Little tears were pricking at your deadly eyes; they were too hot for the cold skin covering your cheeks. Before you could say anything more, something big blew up not that far away from you two. Jackson sprung out to cover your shocked body, making both of you fall heavily on the floor.

His face was too close for you to not like it and you hated it. He was searching your eyes, making sure you weren’t hurt.

But you were crying. Shaking. Tired and scared and confused because he was finally there and yet you wanted to push him away. He wouldn’t let you though. He quickly stood up and helped you stand, pulling you towards the fire exit. “You’ve got to get out of here, you hear me? Go away, go back to Jaebeom.”

You didn’t have time to be surprised at how he knew all that information, you just went with it. “You are coming too, right?” you breathed, swallowing the painful lump in your throat. “Please, don’t leave me, Jackson.”

He turned around to shoot you a look you couldn’t quite define. It was full of worry, uncertainty and sadness. “I have to finish this mission.”

“But it is my mission and I don’t want you to participate in it.”

He stopped to look you properly in your eyes. Your mission? How exactly was this your mission, he wanted to ask.

The alarms went off above your heads. It didn’t budge Jackson though. He cupped your cheeks ever so gently, still treating you like a porcelain doll. “I will come back. And we will talk everything out, you hear me? I will find you and I swear to God, I will not let you go for a second,” he breathed, inching closer to your bloody lips. “I will not let you go.”

You leaned in. It was so inappropriate and so stupidly film-like, but you couldn’t help your feelings.

God, he was your everything.

Just before his cut lips could finally, finally touch yours, another bomb went off, sending pieces of bricks your way. You both just managed to dive but it was not quick enough. Your face got a deep, ugly and very painful cut just under your left eye, sending tiny daggers into your head. You screamed from pain, immediately reaching out to cover your face, hoping it would ease the pain.

Jackson grabbed your hands, pushing them aside to see. His big eyes scanned the cut. You felt the warm blood trailing down your cheek. It looked like you cried blood.

“Wait, don’t move,” said Jackson sternly touching gently the skin around the cut. Eventually, he looked into your eyes and sighed. “Let’s get out of here. Right now.”

Just then you noticed Jackson also had an in-ear, getting instructions. You both must have been connected to Jaebeom as he was the leader of this mission. But you didn’t understand why you didn’t know about Jackson’s participation in this.

He held your hand tightly, leading you out.

“Y/N if you don’t get out of there this instant, I swear to god I’ll make sure you will never get employed in your whole goddamned life!” shouted Jaebeom. “Yugyeom, if you ever recommend this loser of an agent again, I’ll kick you out too!” you heard in the background.

Yeah, do it, you thought to yourself. You had Jackson now. You didn’t need anything at all in this world. Your everything was already there-

You finally reached the exit to the outside world. Jackson pushed you ahead of him. Behind the doors would be the secret service team that was supposed to save both of you stuck in the building. You turned quickly to see Jackson’s face but was horrified when you saw a man behind him. He was tattooed and tall and had a mask and he was holding a long, sharp knife aimed ... right at Jackson.

No. No. Nobody was allowed to aim a weapon at Jackson, only you were.

Before you realised what you were doing, you smashed Jackson aside, who could only see the horror in your eyes, confused. Thanks to your quick reflexes, you smashed the knife out of the man’s hand, his painful wail the only sound in the alarm-filled building.

“NO! Y/N get out!” shouted Jackson.

The man gave you a strong slap, making your head snap to the left. Your hair got stuck in the blood. You felt yourself being dragged out. “Wait,” you murmured, seeing stars from the blow. “Jackson.”

Jackson received several blows into his back as he was shielding your body, trying to get you out of the building. Mark would save you, he knew it.

He reached for the door, opening it and tried to run with you, but your head was spinning and hanging down, falling into a painful daze. His heart clenched tightly, a sudden aggressive rage taking over his emotions. Agents ran to get you and Jackson was already turning to fight the intruder when he spotted the same dagger in his hand. That ass retrieved it again.

Jackson, still in pain from the previous blows into his back, had slowed reflexes despite him clenching his teeth to fight the numbness. One cut, two cuts, three cuts. Jackson smashed the guy into the wall and hit his face with fists while using martial arts to paralyse him.

“Quickly, go help him, I’ve got her now,” you heard from afar as a strange pair of hands were taking you into the nearby van. Alarms could be still heard in the background, but you had your own alarms in your head, your body heavy. It felt like there was an earthquake.

“Where is Jackson,” you murmured, your eyes closed.

“Agent Rick and agent Tom, go to your positions immediately! Help Agent Wang now! Team 5, prepare the guns!”

The doors on the van suddenly closed and all the sound was pushed out. Now it was just ringing in your head. Opening your eyes, you saw blurry Youngjae who was focusing on your arm. You felt a little sting. By the time you fell asleep, you managed to frown from the pain.

--

Jackson didn’t show up the next year.

He was lying in the hospital as he almost got killed in that fight.

You were not allowed to see him and out of safety reasons, you were taken to the main headquarters in Seoul to be sure you wouldn’t go see him.

“He is in a horrible state, Y/N,” said Yugyeom, not looking your way as he was searching some information on the internet in the office. “It’s for the better.”

You wanted to pull your hair out. You cried many nights. You lied awake many sleepless nights. There was no more fire behind your trainings either. Those, who hurt Jackson, got killed and taken care of thanks to Mark.

Oh, Mark. Right. “You know, he was actually never the bad guy,” he told you one day when he decided you were strong enough to withstand the whole truth. “The entire time, he was spying on your father as he was on our list of suspicious businessmen for quite some time. Jackson never mentioned you, though, which is strange. In his reports, he didn’t state there was any daughter. He only focused on the updates about your father’s whereabouts.”

This meant Jackson was doing everything for the state security and, along the way; he was trying to protect you as well. He fell in love with you deeply and very unexpectedly.

Your heart was heavy once again. You blamed Jackson for so many things and even treated him badly before he was shot and taken to the hospital, while all he was trying to do was to save you. If your loser-self wouldn’t pass out from a single blow, no doubt you would throw yourself in front of the bullet.

But now, the only thing left for you was to pray and hope Jackson would recover soon so you could see him. So you could finally tell him you loved him.

  It was December, your birthday to be exact, when Mark said: “You should stop worrying about him for now,” he patted your shoulder as he spotted the big, dark bags under your blood-shot eyes exactly. “He is the strongest man I ever met – and trust me, I did have the pleasure to meet some cool dudes.”

It didn’t help you that much but you managed to lift the corners of your mouth nonetheless. It still warmed your heart that he was trying to cheer you up on your birthday.

“That’s my girl,” smiled Mark at the sight of your little smile. Once Mark left, Yugyeom came by your desk as he always did to check up on you, to listen to you and, to wish you a happy birthday.

Yugyeom was what the world defined as a real friend. Previously, you had fake friends only and then Jackson. To have Yugyeom was such a breath of fresh air, such a relief and you were thankful for his constant care for you although he didn’t have to do any of it.

“What will you do once he returns?” quipped Yugyeom, sitting down in the empty chair after he cheered on you and surprised you with a little birthday cupcake.

You hummed thinking, imagining, and your heart jumping. “Say hi.”

Yugyeom almost choked on his saliva as he was trying to hold back his laughter. “That sounds fun!”

“Why, what should I do?” you asked, confused at his funny reaction.

Yugyeom looked at you, gently shaking his head. He was always astonished the way you were thinking – so simply and so naively. “I meant once when you guys warm up to each other,” he said eventually, not answering your question.

He knew exactly how you two were feeling about each other. It was one thing when you poured your heart out to him while Jackson was not around and another thing was for Yugyeom to witness with his own two eyes that day when it all happened. When he saw yours and Jackson’s bodies running out of the building, you half-unconscious and Jackson protecting you with his own body before giving you to the running agents... And then the blows he received...

Yugyeom had a hard time himself to sleep at night. Jackson was dear to his heart, always one of the only agents who would believe in Yugyeom’s ability as a professional hacker, always encouraging, always supporting.

“No, Yugyeom, you don’t get it,” said Jackson once, shaking his hand wildly to prove his point, “I’m your biggest fan.”

Yugyeom would hardly survive the idea that Jackson would not make it out of his recovery.

You pursed your lips, still trying to think of some good words to utter. “Talk like before all the events happened.”

“I see,” nodded Yugyeom thoughtfully, understanding he would not get more information from you.

“Are you trying to get something specific out of me? Just ask straight-forwardly.”

“Nope, actually, it’s better not to know,” he said quickly, blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Agent Kim!” Yugyeom almost fell off the chair at the sound of Jaebeom’s demanding voice echoing through the open office. “Where is the last week’s analysis of Burn’s Shop?!”

“Oh, shit. I’ve gotta go,” muttered Yugyeom, immediately getting up and sprinting over to his desk.

You smiled softly, shaking your head. Silly goose.

“Y/N!” shouted Jaebeom at you. Now it was your turn to jump. “Did you discuss the internal system shut down with agent Kim yet?!”

Oh my god, you thought to yourself, immediately collecting the papers that were necessary for the upcoming meeting. You forgot about it as later that day an official ceremony was happening to pay respect to the agents and to receive the certificates from the state organisation.

You rushed over to Yugyeom who sat down on top of his desk before you both started to go through the necessary data. By now you were a pro in this so you could finally feel important in your existence.

You were just in the middle of the discussion when you heard two colleagues that were passing by whispering excitedly that Jackson was back.

Yugyeom stopped mid-sentence, looking at you with big brown eyes of realisation.

Without any hesitation, you set down the papers you were holding tightly in your hands, setting off to a little sprint to catch up with the two ladies, stopping them. “Hey,” you breathed, trying to push down the passionate eagerness, “do you know where Jackson is?”

“He just passed by our office a few minutes ago,” they replied, blush still obvious from the encounter with him. Thanking them, you glanced at their name tag, seeing “Finance department” written under their names.

Feeling your heart beat heavily, you rushed to the finance department, desperately searching for his face. God, you would finally see his face. You couldn’t believe it.

As soon as you reached the first office of the department, you spoke even before opening the door. “Have you seen Jackson?”

“He just left to greet the IT team,” they replied, staring at your impatient face.

You ran down the corridor, passing by agents and officers, hoping to get a glimpse of the familiar face. You ended up passing Yugyeom again, by then breathless.

“He was here literally a few minutes ago,” started Yugyeom, reading your pleading face perfectly as usual. “He was asking about you. He went searching for you, but he has to be in the main hall in-“ he checked his wrist watch, “-now.”

Oh. So Jackson was going to be among the awarded agents. How could that not pass your mind? You were so busy thinking about when you will finally see his face that you didn’t even think about today’s ceremony. You even brought a pretty dress because it was a necessity for the occasion.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, the desperation making you give out dissatisfied grunts.

He was back. Jackson was back. He recovered. He came back and he wanted to see you. You.

Running down the hall, you made your way to the main entrance, knowing he would be there to greet all the important people of the state organisation. But you didn’t expect such a big crowd. Standing on your tiptoes, you tried to see his head in the massive wave of people but you were dragged into the main hall, where the banquet would take place later on.

Angry tears were prickling behind your eyes. You had only one wish and that was to finally see his face. You looked to your right where there was a massive terrace overlooking a beautiful garden. You turned again, tiptoeing, when... when you spotted him.

Your heart jumped painfully when you noticed he had his eyes already set on you, intently, and yet it seemed like they were screaming, too.

Emotions of love overtook your insides. You both tried to push your way to each other but you were unwillingly dragged to the side, just next to the glass wall. Out of frustration, you made your way out to the terrace, the cold air giving you a chance to finally catch your breath. You headed to the hidden corner where no eyes could see you just when somebody grabbed your arm hurriedly, turning you around, and their lips crashing to yours.

You saw Jackson’s closed eyes but you were melting already. His kiss was harsh and needy, walking you backwards to the concrete wall and caging you in, giving you zero chance of escape. Not like you would...

Pressing forward, you let out a desperate whimper as you brushed your fingers through his dark, gentle hair. Jackson inhaled through his nose, opening your mouth to devour you completely.

He was desperate just like you, if not even more. Waiting for you for years... First for you to grow into a suitable age, and then the kidnapping, then years of no contact to save you... until you found each other just to be separated again. He was more than done waiting, ready to give you his all.

You made out for a few minutes before you separated to catch your breath. Breathing heavily, drunk with emotions, you looked at him through lidded eyes, holding his face in your palms. “You are alive,” you whispered.

Jackson’s eyes were endearingly boring into yours, smiling. “I am alive.”

Feeling the burn behind your eyes, you pressed your swollen lips together. “I was so worried, Jackson. I thought you were not going to make it and then they wouldn’t let me even see you,” you rambled on quickly, “and I thought I was not going to survive the pressure, the uncertainty.”

“Shh,” he said, pressing his index finger to your lips, “don’t talk about it now. I am here and I am not going to leave your side, Y/N. Ever again.”

You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. He nudged your nose with his, making you open your eyes again. “I love you,” you spilled.

There was a second of silence. Did he hear well or was it maybe some imagination? Was he still not recovered? Did you really just say that you... “I love you,” he heard himself respond right away, pressing a delicate peck to your lips. Then another one. And another one.

You giggled, his playfulness very familiar. “I don’t think I will let you go tonight,” you said seriously, stars in your eyes, “nor later. I don’t think I will be able to at all.”A high-pitched laugh left his mouth, your smile broadening at the sound of it. “That’s good news then, because I don’t plan on doing that either. We have so much to catch up on. And also,” he said, inching closer to your ear while his free hand wandered around your waist and lifted your shirt up a little bit, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. “Happy birthday, my love.”