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Hi! I saw you take requests.
May I request something with GOT7 Jackson Wang and best friend!reader, in which the reader starts developing feelings for him and start thinking he’s the one for her? <3
Friends, Just for Now | Jackson Wang (Part 1)
Part 2
The one where your best friend can't keep his secret anymore (and you're oblivious).
Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff, BestFriend!Reader, idiots to lovers Requested: Yes w.c. 6.6k (oops) Warnings: Cheating (not between jackson and reader), lots of profanity, nicknames, namecalling, minor injury, reader wouldn't know love if it smacked her in the head, holy shit they're kind of annoying af A/N: this was so fun to write, love me a good idiots friends to lovers. I'm also cheesy af, feel free to call me out. Please excuse any errors there may be, I usually proofread after posting. ❣️The love I received on my yunho imagine has literally made me do happy dances, I haven't posted anything on tumblr in 8 years and you guys are just literally the best. I love you all so much! Requests: Open (link below)
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“Come on, pie, I told you this was gonna happen. You never listen.”
Two things went through your mind, though you refused to lift your head from where it was tucked against your knees.
One, you hated that nickname. Pie. He thought it was so cute, and it probably would’ve died off had you not reacted to it the way you did. One missed smear of cherry on your nose 3 years ago and suddenly you’ve been christened. It was his favorite story to tell.
And two, Jackson Wang was going to get his shit rocked if he didn’t leave you alone.
“Fuck off,” you say bitterly, pulling further into yourself.
He was right. He had warned you.
You’d hoped Leejin was different, that the rumors were just exaggerated. Surely he didn’t cheat on every girlfriend…right?
“Wrong,” Jackson had laughed. “He’s a fucking dog, y/n.”
You’d rolled your eyes, and then Jackson said three words to you that had kind of hurt. Not kind of. A lot. They’d hurt a lot.
“You’re not special.”
Leejin was so nice, he was smart and funny and headed for a successful career with his family’s business (so what if his parents probably paid off the school to make sure those student conduct violations never stuck). You wanted to be special. Spent 4 months trying to be. It wasn't an eternity, but you tended to put your whole heart into everything, and it almost always ended up like this.
But Jackson’s words rang true, painfully so, when you received a text from an unknown number earlier today—screenshots of messages between Leejin and some girl, including explicit photos. The unnamed person had said nothing else; you wondered if it was the girl from the screenshots, but you didn’t reply. You simply texted Leejin to go fuck himself before blocking him on everything, running straight home to your apartment, praying that Jackson wasn’t there. He was, of course, as you split the rent. You hated the look on his face when you barged in, nose red and snotty from crying.
It wasn’t smug, it was just…"come on, pie, I told you this was gonna happen."
You heard him sigh now, no doubt running a hand through his hair. It was blonde; you’d made fun of him at the time he'd dyed it though begrudgingly had to admit it suited him. But he was going to be bald before he was 40 if he didn’t stop tugging at it when he was stressed.
“Hey. Hey, stop. I hate it when you cry, you know, makes my joints hurt or something,” he says, kneeling beside you.
The fuck…? What does that even—
But you were too upset to stop, so he muttered under his breath, poking at your head until you whipped it up to slap him away. He looked like such a boy, hugging his knees and giving you a pleading look. Fine. Bastard.
You sighed and uncurled yourself, your knees screaming from the pain of turning into a human rollie pollie for the last half hour. Jackson sighed as well, no doubt relieved that you weren’t ugly crying anymore.
He waited until your sniffles were a few minutes apart before moving, sitting criss cross on the floor. His brown eyes were soft, a rarity, truly, though you knew he was already formulating ways to tease you about this when it was more irritating than painful.
“Done?” he asks, more to comfort himself than you. You sniff and nod, wiping your nose on your sleeve. Well, his sleeve. He made a face, realizing that you were wearing one of his sweatshirts, but made the apparent decision to yell at you later.
“Don’t be mean to me,” you mumble, resting your cheek on your knee.
“When am I ever?”
“Jackson, I swear to fucking—”
“I didn’t say anything, pie.”
“If you don’t drop that god damned nickname, it was one time, one little bit of cherry filling, I don’t even like cherry pie, you’re so fucking annoying—”
It was his turn to interrupt, but he didn’t. He just watched you, an irritating twinkle of amusement in his eyes. You scoffed and tucked your face away again, wishing he’d stop looking at you like that. Or at all, really. If there was one thing you’d learned after being friends with him for so long…the asshat had some eyes on him. Had this way of using his gaze to set the mood, able to stop your arguments or rile you up with micro expressions like an olympic gold medalist of manipulation.
“Want some ramen?” he asks, tilting his head as though speaking to a kicked dog. You crinkle your nose without looking at him. “Want some cake? Some candy?”
“I want you to leave me alone,” you grumble.
“Want a bath?”
You sigh, refusing to humor him with an answer he already had. He snapped his fingers like he’d just solved the equation of the century, having the audacity to ruffle your hair as he stepped over you unnecessarily to get to the door. You could hear him down the hall, the sound of the bathroom cabinets opening and closing, the water running, hopefully set on hot like you liked.
“You're out of bath bombs,” he called. You frown.
“I’m not, they’re under the sink.”
“Why’d you move them? Next to your menstrual equipment, eww.”
That’s why. You felt sorry for whatever unfortunate woman Jackson decided to wife up—the man was addicted to hot baths and cotton candy bath bombs. You’d have to move them again though, now that he knew about your stash. Besides, you’d sent him to the shop more than a few times when you were cramping and out of pads (and chocolate); he would not be impeded by them.
Jackson was waiting for you by the time you dragged yourself to the small shared bathroom. He bowed dramatically, gesturing toward the tub which was steaming hot, as you liked—a meal’s gotta cook.
You mumble a thank you as he walks past, though he pauses in the doorway, eyes narrowed.
“Get naked, and give me my damn sweatshirt,” he says, pointing accusingly at you. You pout, immediately clutching your pearls.
“Is that why you never get laid? Jesus, would’ve thought you were smoother than that,” you huff. He impatiently tugs at your sleeve, rolling his eyes in that sassy way that always made you giggle and made him more irritated—a win win scenario.
“It’s a $30 shirt, not a snot rag…pie.”
“You’re a snot rag,” you mumble. You turn your back to him, crossing your arms at the hem and tugging it over your head. You were still in a bra thankfully, though still covered your chest as you tossed the material at him.
Jackson caught it smoothly, though he wasn’t even looking at the sweatshirt. You didn’t realize he was looking at you until you reached for the button of your jeans. His eyes weren’t lower than your lips, but he looked a little…off. You expected a joke about a food baby or maybe how pale you’ve gotten, but he says nothing.
“Hello?” you say, shaking your head. “Is that all? Want my pants too? Gonna do my laundry for a change?”
Jackson blinks like his brain finally returned to his skull. He bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head and backing out of the doorway. Before he closed the door, however, his eyes leveled with yours, so intense it made your breath catch in your throat. Was he mad? Over a sweatshirt?
“Leejin is a fucking idiot,” he says before turning on his heel and heading down the hall.
You stare at the spot where he stood, even after he’s gone. The hell was his problem now?
By the time you’ve finished your glorious bath, you waltz into the living room like a princess. Jackson looks up from his place on the sofa, deadpanning and tossing his phone on the coffee table as he takes in the freshly purloined hoodie you're sporting.
“Gonna lock my closet,” he says, shaking his head. You beam at him, cutely crinkling your nose as you pad to the kitchen. You tug open the fridge, thinking maybe you could cook something simple for the two of you. It was kind of late to make anything grand, but you wanted more than ramen.
The empty shelves make your eye twitch.
“Seriously?” you huff, gesturing around. “Would it kill you to get groceries once?”
“You always complain when I do,” Jackson shrugs, flicking through netflix with the remote. “Got the wrong brand, got too many, didn’t get enough—”
“I always text you a detailed list, but whatever,” you grumble, low enough that it doesn’t provoke a response. “Since you’re a big man baby incapable of buying groceries, you can buy us something at the convenience store.”
“I am perfectly capable, thank you,” Jackson says, narrowing his eyes.
“Of what? Weaponized incompetence? I agree, get dressed,” you hum.
Ten minutes later, you’re walking side by side down to the convenience store. The apartment’s location was perfect—five minutes from campus one way, five to a 24 hour convenience store another. Perfect because you both had a habit of wanting to come home when you were drunk after a party, starved and craving foods that you’d regret the next day.
The doors chimed a welcome as they slid open, allowing you inside. You made a beeline for the sweets, Jackson went straight for the energy drinks.
You perused the aisle for a few minutes, making your choice and going to find your roommate. You rounded the corner and froze.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible to block someone in real life. So while you’d never see Leejin’s social media posts, it didn’t mean that you wouldn’t run into him on a saturday night at the convenience store near your apartment.
You feel a mix of emotions—anger, shame, disbelief among them. You knew it wasn’t impossible, it wasn’t even unlikely, as this store was one of only a few. But it felt so damn unfair that he’d happen to be here, hours after you found out about what he’d done.
“Is that all you’re getting?” Jackson snorts, frowning as he eyes your bag of chips. But he notices your stillness, following your gaze to see Leejin, casually chatting on the phone as he looks at the protein bars.
You expect him to snort, maybe make a comment just loud enough for the other to hear before pulling you away, but Jackson surges forward so quickly he nearly knocks you over. You grab his arm, both to steady him and stop him from…whatever the hell he’s doing.
“Where are you going?” you whisper, tugging him back with as much strength as you could muster.
“He broke your heart and I’m gonna break his fucking face.”
He moves again, this time dragging you along on the linoleum floor. Fortunately, Leejin is too preoccupied with his call to notice. The thought makes your stomach twist, briefly wondering who he’s talking to.
“You’re gonna get us kicked out, what’s the matter with you?” you hiss, trying to shake sense into him. Jackson yanks his arm away from you, dropping the energy drinks on the nearest shelf before storming off. You stare after him, mouth agape in disbelief.
You arrive home 15 minutes later, having hid near the bathrooms until Leejin had left. You’d bought (and paid for, irritatingly) your snacks and Jackson’s drinks, but when you shove into the apartment, it’s empty. Lights off, no sign of him. You worry for a few seconds—had he waited for you and bumped into Leejin instead? But you surely would’ve heard something outside. You opt to text him and choose to believe he’s being broody and walking through the streets like a sad music video.
> what the fuck? is your deal? Where are you??
You’re confused and groggy when someone taps at your cheek, not realizing you’d even fallen asleep on the couch. You rub at your eyes, squinting, processing the sight of Jackson standing over you, t-shirt stuck to his form, beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks.
You’ve had weird dreams about him before, ones that you’d rather never speak of again, and they usually start out like this. But this Jackson rolls his eyes in a way that sweet, sweet dream Jackson would never.
“Get up, jesus. Your back is going to hurt,” he says. You slowly sit up, realizing he’s right. Apparently not only had you fallen asleep on the couch, but you’d fallen asleep sitting up, sleeping in an unnatural slouched position.
“Ow…”
“Told you.”
“No it’s…hey,” you snap, waking up a bit more now that you remember that you’re actually pissed at him. “It’s your fucking fault, what happened to you? You just disappeared! I was worried!”
You’re surprised to see Jackson bristle. He’s not shaken easily, least of all by you, but he glances to the side and tugs at his t-shirt, separating it from his damp skin.
“Went to the gym. Figured I should cool off,” he says. You want to be pissed at him more, say something else, but your back hurts and you’re sleepy. Plus, you’re glad to see he’s alright. Mostly.
“Whatever,” you finally grumble, trying to stretch out your neck. “What time is it?”
“Dunno, around 2 a.m.,” he replies casually. “I’m gonna shower.”
“Great,” you huff. “You go shower. I’ll go roll over and die happy now that I know you’re alive.”
You stumble down the hall to your room, sighing at the sight of your unmade bed. What was the point if you were going to mess it up anyway? You hear Jackson follow shortly after, the bathroom door opening and closing. The shower starts, and you shuffle beneath the covers.
You wake up not long after, whining in protest as you’re jostled.
“It’s me,” Jackson says, rudely pushing you over. “Scoot.”
You wanted to shove him away, to point out that “scoot” should be said before you rob someone of their bed, but you can’t be bothered. Besides, once he settles next to you, you realize that he’s not wearing a shirt and he smells nice and clean.
Sleepy, groggy, annoyed, relieved, you curl against him like a bunny seeking warmth. You feel him stiffen, though you think little of it.
“What are you doing?” he asks, not sounding the least bit tired. You couldn’t say the same for yourself, unable to open your eyes as you reply.
“Mm. ‘s warm down here. Night night.”
You hear him sigh, then shuffle, and then he’s rolled over to face you, offering a human-made cocoon that you happily burrow into. He’s soft and warm and smells like his manly body wash—and your shampoo, damn it.
“Goodnight, y/n,” he says, soft enough to count but not enough for you to notice.
Waking up tangled with Jackson was, unfortunately (?), not all that unusual. When you were upset, you found your way to his bed, and despite his protests you knew he didn't actually mind. It went both ways—you'll die before you admit that you like it, if only because he's a human heater.
You still feel groggy, squinting and fumbling around for your phone. Such a task is difficult when there's deadweight slung over your waist, but you manage, bringing the device to your face.
10:43 a.m.
Oh good. You slept 8 hours—and half the day away, to your brain at least. You toss your phone down, debating whether or not you should just go back to sleep. You choose instead to roll over, addressing the sleeping shirtless man keeping you pinned to your bed.
Your camera roll was filled with photos just like this, because Jackson slept like a baby. Literally. Hands curled into fists, face relaxed, head tilted to the side. His blonde hair is mussed from sleeping with it wet last night, and you dodn't hesitate to run your fingers through it for no reason at all. It was soft and surprisingly thick, but you weren't about to dial back on the baldness theory.
Jackson stirred, though didn't wake up, shifting to lie on his back. Freed from your restraints, you sat up and had to cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.
Of course the curtains parted like that, of course he was sleeping like a prince now, sunlight arcing off of his jaw—it even highlighted his stubble in an annoyingly poetic way. What kind of gods were kind enough to give him of all people that face?
He really was kinda...pretty.
No, not kinda. Jackson Wang was beautiful. You were his best friend, but you weren't blind. Maybe you'd become a little numb to his charms, but you'd seen what he could do to people with just a look, even without malicious intent. He was charismatic on top of that, though you were the only one who got to see the side of him that wasn't.
The side that stole your shampoo and commandeered your bed, anyway.
So fine, you knew he was pretty. But he was kinda sorta extra pretty right now, and maybe you wanted to remember it later.
You shifted to grab your phone—a never-ending quest for material to bully each other over—but the movement apparently jostled him awake. You sheepishly smiled as he blinked a few times, using the heel of his palm to rub the blurriness away.
"Really?" he asked, voice rough, eyes leveling to the phone in your hand. "Fucking creep."
"You have like a thousand pictures of me sleeping," you point out, narrowing your eyes. Jackson nods, rolling over and hugging your waist, his head resting against your hip.
"That I do—you're cute when you drool all over yourself. I'm working on a collage."
"Asshole," you mutter, prying his arms off of you. You make an attempt to escape, but as expected, you're smoothly hauled back down.
"Where you going?"
"I need to pee, wanna come with?"
"It's early."
"It's almost 11."
"Yeah, early."
Jackson grunts before you can reply, practically placing you in a chokehold as he rolls over. You have no choice but to go with him, ending up flopped over his chest like a dead fish.
He says nothing for a moment, and you wonder if he's fallen back asleep. It's not difficult to squirm out of his grasp this time, though rather than allowing you to slide off, the apparently-awake-Jackson moves both hands to your hips.
Your stomach does that funny thing it sometimes does around him, like a little alarm that says 'hey! getting too close!' Listening to this alarm had prevented a lot of mistakes over the course of your friendship, mistakes like wanting to kiss him when you were tipsy, noticing the way he looked after a long workout, hair plastered to his forehead, the fuzziness you felt that time your heating pad broke, and his warm hands wound up on the lower half of your tummy to stave off the cramps.
Mistakes like that.
His eyes open again, and you do your best to look irritated.
"I'm sorry about last night," he says, suddenly unnaturally serious. "I was just trying to cool off, and my phone died, so I didn't see your text until after I got home."
You're not really sure how to respond—it was always strange when conversations got like this between you, regardless of the topic. It was so jarring, so far from the usual cracked out nonsense. You decided to nod, then shake your head, then nod again.
Jackson was a badass, most people knew as much. He was trained in martial arts and practically ate protein for every meal. But despite this, he wasn't typically an aggressive guy. You'd only ever seen him throw one punch—an ex of yours a couple years ago who threatened to post a nude photo of you. Needless to say, the guy deleted them, made difficult thanks to the blood smearing his screen as it dripped from his nose.
"It's fine, I get it," you say. "Just...why were you so mad at him? Did he do something to you?"
Jackson blinks up at you, shifting so that he's partially sitting up on his elbows.
"I told you, y/n," he says, shaking his head like you're an idiot. "He broke your heart, I was gonna break his face. You should've let me get one hit in at least."
"He didn't break my heart," you groan, rolling your eyes. "It wasn't that serious, you know that. We'd only been dating for 4 months."
"...I watched you cry for an hour because someone stepped on a worm—"
"—that's different. It's literally a living little creature, what if that's someone's girlfriend, hm? What if she asked her boyfriend 'would you still love me if I was a worm' and he said yes except now they can't live wormily ever after because she's smushed all because some horrible person can't be bothered to step aside for a worm?"
Jackson stared up at you, blinking slowly, looking 175% done with your shit.
"What the fuck is wormily ever after?"
You sigh, leaning forward until your head is on his bare shoulder. You have half a mind to bite him, though you resist. You will be civil—for now.
"I don't know," you mumble. "No early birds, no hot sidewalks?"
"I....you're so fucking weird."
"Lots of guys are dickheads, but you were ready to knock him out. Really, Jackson, was that all? Promise he didn't say something to you?" you ask, voice muffled against his warm skin. Just one lil munch. It'd be good payback for him scaring the hell out of you last night.
Jackson exhales, and there's suddenly a hand tugging at your tangled mess of bedhead until you're sitting up, looking down at him.
"I wanted to kick his ass for the same reason that I never bring anyone home," he says quietly. His eyes are serious, no sparkle of humor in them, and it makes your stomach twist. You didn't like it when Jackson got serious.
"What? Because of me?" you ask. "I don't care who you fuck as long as I don't have to cook them breakfast."
Mostly true—you were afraid of walking out of your bedroom one morning and running into a really pretty girl, someone with perfect grades and clear skin, who has the audacity to be beautiful and nice. Someone only Jackson deserves. But you leave that bit out and give him a half teasing smile.
Jackson doesn't return it. He grunts, moving his hand up to tug at his hair. You slip yours beneath his, mumbling for him to stop doing that.
"You really don't?" he finally asks, swallowing hard enough that you see his throat move.
"Don't what?"
"You don't care who I fuck?"
His question catches you off guard, though not as much as the fact that he still looks dead serious. This seems like something the two of you should be laughing over—not something to talk about whilst you're currently straddling your best friend in your bed, who happens to be naked from the waist up.
"I mean...no?" you say, shaking your head in confusion. "Should I?"
"I don't know, should you?"
Should you? What the hell was that supposed to mean? You didn't like riddles, and this felt like one. You'd tried to stay out of his business over the four years you've been friends, though come to think of it...you'd never met any of his girlfriends after the first six months. You'd assumed he was so busy with classes and his extracurriculars that there just wasn't much time for anything past shallow hookups.
But...you couldn't remember a single time that had occurred. He was home every night, never brought company over for that purpose.
"Jackson," you say quietly, palms resting on his chest. When the hell did he get so muscular? There was a noticable firmness beneath your fingers, and you briefly considered billing Leejin for your services in making sure he didn't get the shit beat out of him. "I feel like this is an inside joke and I'm out of the loop. You're upset? Why?"
"Why would I be?" he counters, irritatingly smooth. The hands on your hips squeeze once, like he's trying to talk to you in morse code. It's annoying.
"Quit," you mumble, biting your lower lip. "I'm trying. Stop being mean and just tell me."
He sighs, moving a hand to his face.
"If you don't already know, then it doesn't matter, alright?"
"Wh—"
You're cut off as he suddenly shifts from beneath you, leaving you tumbling to the sheets when he stands. Just like the last two times for some damn reason, he prepares to storm out of the room.
"Jackson, wait—shit."
You trip over the edge of your nightstand, catching yourself on your hands. Your lamp tumbles to the floor, thankfully not shattering on the carpet. Still, the ache brings tears to your eyes, and you bite the inside of your cheek as you sit down.
"How many times have I told you to push that against the wall!?" Jackson says, rushing over to you. You lean back against your bed, grimacing as you look at your knee. It's not the worst scrape you've ever gotten, but it is bleeding, and it burns.
"Hang on, pie." He leaves the room, and by the time he returns with the pack of bandaids and peroxide, you're covering your face with one hand and hugging your knee with the other.
"Hey, it's not so bad," he says, obviously in partial panic mode as he kneels in front of you and tugs at your ankle. He probably thought that's why you were in tears, but it was moreso the fact that he was being...just...weird, and you didn't like it.
You quietly sit there, hands over your eyes as he uses a cotton ball to dab at the blood. You don't even flinch, it doesn't burn—perks of having an MMA star for a roommate; he knew how to bandage a cut (a common occurence for your clumsy ass, unfortunately).
After a few minutes, he pats the side of your calf, and you finally uncover your eyes. There's a bandaid over the scrape now, and you let your knee fall to the side. Jackson is looking at you, and you nod.
"That's good, thanks," you mumble quietly.
"You sure?" he asks. You frown, nodding quickly. But his hand moves up to your cheek, cupping it as his thumb swipes below your eye.
Tears.
That alarm goes off inside of you, but Jackson doesn't move his hand, so you let it sit there and you feel your stomach tying itself into a knot. You're a little worried it's not gonna come undone.
"I wasn't crying because of that," you say, swallowing as you glance away shamefully. "I...I don't like this, Jackson. Feels weird. If I did something to make you mad, I wish you'd just tell me—"
"I'm not mad at you," he replies. You sniff, and finally his hand slips away, though only to rest on your uninjured knee. His fingers twitch, like he wants to do something but won't let himself. Slap you, maybe, for never listening to him and always ending up hurt because of it. You would, if you were him.
"You keep running away from me," you point out, a little surge of anger from last night returning. "You keep acting like I'm supposed to know everything you're thinking, and I don't, because you won't tell me stuff. I tell you stuff, the least you could do is text me a grocery list of what the fuck is going on inside of your brain, so I'm not sitting here thinking I'm gonna lose my best friend and roommate over something I don't even know that I've done. I'm sorry we ran into Leejin, it's not like I knew he was gonna be there. I'm sorry for thinking I was special in the first place and ending up where you said I'd be."
Jackson sighs and tilts his head, and you hate yourself for crying more. It wasn't a big deal, things were a little crazy after yesterday. You didn't even love Leejin, it had just...hurt? Your pride? No one wants to know they're less than a second choice. But Jackson had acted like Leejin was out for his blood, and every time he runs away, it feels like he's escaping you.
"You're not gonna lose me," he finally says, glancing down at the floor. "I just...I've got a lot of shit to work through, you know? It's not...it's not your fault though."
"Like what?" you ask, worry lining your brow. "If you'd just—is it money? Because we can figure out rent—"
"It's not money," he interrupts. "I promise, it's nothing like that."
"Then what?" You huff, a little more irritated than concerned. "Parents? Grades? Girl trouble?"
"Yeah," he nods, licking his lips. "That last bit."
"Girl trouble?" you ask, somewhat surprised. For some reason, the fact that he hadn't told you about a girl bothered you more than the idea that there was one at all. You shared everything with him; if he'd kept her a secret, it had to have been a little more serious.
"Do I know her?" you ask tentatively. Please say no, I don't want to go through a list of the hottest girls I know.
"Yeah," he replies. Fuck.
"Oh. How long have you been dating?"
"We're not."
"Then...?"
"She's an idiot."
"It's a mystery as to why you're single, really," you say, rolling your eyes. "So she's an idiot because she won't date you? Sounds kind of shallow on your end."
"She's an idiot because she keeps dating jackasses who don't give a shit about her. I don't give a damn if she ever chooses me or not," he says plainly. You frown.
"Maybe she's insecure?"
"She is. Very."
"Huh. Is she pretty?"
"Beautiful."
"Oh. Hm."
Well what the fuck were you supposed to say to that? Congratulations? Sorrows, sorrows, prayers?
"Okay..." you say after a beat. You were not good with advice, especially when it came to love, obviously. He didn't say love though. Infatuation, maybe. Still, you were not an expert. "So if she keeps dating jackasses and won't date you, why do you bother? Why not just forget about her?"
Jackson's eye twitches. You don't notice.
"Hard to forget someone you see every day, pie," he says. You scoff.
"Okay, I'm calling bullshit. I'm literally the only person you see every day."
"Mhm."
"Then you're lying?" you ask. Jackson deadpans.
"Please, for the love of god, never reproduce."
"Rude," you mutter. "Fine, so I know her, she's insecure, pretty, dates assholes, you allegedly see her everyday?"
"All of the above," he says. You frown, lips pursing as you rack your brain for answers, going through the hot insecure girls you know like a filing cabinet.
Wait.
Your eyes widen. Jackson's do the same, and then he smiles, like he's proud of you.
"Oh my god, is it Kim Sujin?" You ask, covering your mouth. "The girl with the—"
"Jesus fucking christ, y/n," he groans, running a hand through his hair. "Are you...you're fucking with me? That's what this is. You're not this dumb, right? Please say no. I feel like I'm in middle school right now, holy shit."
You open your mouth to argue, to insist he was being unfair (you didn't even like puzzles!) but he suddenly leans forward, palms cupping both of your cheeks. He pulls you toward him, nose inches from yours. You've been this close to him before, but you're suddenly dizzy now, a little out of it as you wonder if this is really happening to you—or if this is another sweaty-jackson-standing-over-me dream. Jackson, who has freckles on the tip of his nose and won't stop looking at you like that, the knot pulling tighter and tighter.
"Stop thinking before you hurt yourself. 'm gonna kiss you now, is that okay?" he asks.
Is that oka—?
"Kiss?" you mumble, swallowed up by those god damn pretty brown eyes. Jackson nods, head tilted, primed to kiss the cluelessness out of you, apparently. "Y-yeah, that's fine."
"It's gonna be...it's gonna be a lot, okay? Like not just a peck. You're fine with that?"
"Yep," you nod.
Jackson nods back. And then he kisses you.
He doesn't release your face, squishing your body between himself and the bed behind you. His lips press to yours, insistent and warm, though you can tell he's being cautious—if you wanted to push him away, you could. But you did not want to do that.
Because Jackson Wang was kissing you, and he's a really good kisser.
You briefly forget that you have hands, so when you remember, you waste no time in using them. One cups his jaw, feeling the edge of it press into your palm. The other fists his blonde hair, tugging it gently.
Jackson groans into your mouth, and that alarm in your belly turns into a fucking war drum. You feel the knot tighten and snap, and suddenly you're pushing him back, scrambling into his lap.
You kind of want more, kind of want to put your tongue in his mouth because he's warm and tastes good and you can only imagine how much better it would be, but he beats you to it. His tongue swipes over your lower lip and you eagerly open for him. He breathes in as soon as you do, and it feels like he's stealing your soul. Fuck it? He can have it?
It's messy, a tad bit desperate, definitely not the poetic kiss of rom coms, but you don't give a shit. It feels good, feels warm and right, like you've been kissing him in your head every day for the past 4 years.
By the time you manage to separate, you're trembling an embarassing amount. You'd blame the buzz on coffee if you'd had any, but you just hide your flushed cheeks and rest your forehead against his shoulder. You can tell that for once, Jackson's brain seems to also have short circuited, as it takes him a minute before he finally wraps his arms around you. You can hear his breath—as shaky as yours, thank god.
"Was that okay? Was it weird? Did I make you uncomfortable?" he asks, tilting back on one palm to look at you, his other arm secured around your waist. You sit up, shamelessly biting your lower lip, refusing to meet his eyes. He mistakes this for discomfort, all but shoving you out of his lap, hands flying to his hair.
"Fuck, I...I shouldn't have...I didn't mean to. I wasn't gonna...I'm so fucking sorry y/n, if you want me to move out—"
"You're gonna go bald," you mumble, a little blitzed out as you rest on your hands.
"Huh?"
"Nevermind. Stop freaking out, okay?" you offer, finally looking up at him. God he looks...scared. Hair messy, brown eyes wide. So unlike his usual cocky self that you're a little shaken, caught between wanting to protect him and wanting to kiss him again.
"I didn't make you uncomfortable, did I?" he asks softly. That alarm is now everywhere, setting off in your chest at his concerned tone. You shake your head.
"No. I'm okay," you reassure him. "A little irritated."
Jackson's head snaps up, worry on his face. You feel guilty, so you quickly clarify.
"You said I'm not special," you say quietly, looking away. "If you were talking about me just now...why did you tell me that?"
He looks confused, like he can't remember (of all the things he's said to bully you—while you kept a detailed record). But he seems to finally recall the conversation, rubbing his forehead as his lips spread into a smile.
"What's funny?" you puff.
"I meant to him, pie. You're not special to him. Not that you weren't special at all, or to...to me," he explains, looking part amused and part shy. You soften a bit, unable to help but pout.
"Then you should say that!" you say, gesturing at nothing. "You can't just go around telling people they aren't special."
"I don't make you feel special?" he asks, dipping his head to meet your eyes.
Well, yes, but that's not the point. You choose not to reply.
Just like most things when it comes to you, however, he already knows the answer. He looks a little too proud of himself as he reaches for your wrist, pulling you back into him. You're not quite in his lap, but you lean heavily against his side, your chin resting against his chest.
"What if we mess it up?" you ask, looking up at him. He frowns, not understanding. "Us. What if...what if we mess us up?"
"I don't see how we would," he laughs. "We're practically married."
"Gross. We are not."
"We split the bills, pie."
"Most roommates do."
"We cook together."
"Most roommates do."
"My mother loves you."
"Your mother loves everyone."
"Not true. And my father loves you."
You pause, then squint.
"Your father has good taste," you say. Jackson rolls his eyes. He looks a little conflicted, like he can't decide what's too much, what's too soon.
"I do," he says quietly.
You hate that, for once in your life, you know exactly what he's saying without him saying it. And god damn it, you feel your eyes burning.
"Don't...ugh," you whine, looking away from him. But he's not having it, taking your chin and tilting your face up. You're faced with glassy eyes that make you want to die.
You hated it when he cried. Maybe you make his joints hurt or whatever, but you've only seen Jackson cry twice, once when his family dog died, and another when he was drunk and had convinced himself you weren't his friend anymore. Both times, you'd never felt so helpless. The way you feel now.
"Y/n, I—"
"Please don't," you breathe quickly, swallowing down your tears. You immediately panic at the look on his face, like you've slapped him. But you tuck your hair behind your ear and shake your head.
"No, I-I mean, I know you do, and I...I'm pretty sure I do too. I just...I can't say it now, alright?" you explain. "I'm sorry, I just—you know me better than anyone. I don't...don't wanna fuck it up, you know? I don't wanna lose you, I'm so bad, so stupid when it comes to this—"
"Hey, hey, shh..." Jackson says, gently shaking your chin. "I'm not upset, okay? Just relieved, a little scared. I don't want to fuck this up either, yeah? I want...I want what we are today and I want it tomorrow, even if that means we stay just like this."
His thumb brushes your lower lip. God, you want to kiss him again.
"No rush, pie, okay? I'll wait for you, even if..." he sucks in air and looks away, as though the idea hurts to even consider. "...even if it's never for us."
You want to kiss him again. Would that even be appropriate? After what you just said? After the emotions threatening to disrupt the foundation of your life for the past four years?
"Can...can I kiss you again?" he asks softly. You swallow and nod.
"Please."
Part 2 is out now!
#got7 x reader#got7 scenarios#got7 reactions#got7#got7 jackson#got7 yugyeom#got7 jinyoung#got7 bambam#got7 mark#bambam#jayb#jackson wang#choi youngjae#park jinyoung#got7 smut#jackson wang scenarios#jaebeom#jinyoung#yugyeom#jackson wang smut#jackson wang x reader#jackson wang fanfic#jackson wang fluff#best friends to lovers#idiots to lovers#tastronautsfics#jackson
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"LOOK_@_ME_!!" he didn't reply to your text… she didn't read the memo… they left you on read… all after countless promises to be there for you, to always find time for you, to always read your message even if they respond later (they don't reply at all)… but you want them to give you attention in the present! : ( regardless if you want to keep on waiting silently for your day to come or if you're about to go on a rampage (cry yourself to sleep, swearing to yourself that it's over, that now, if they don't give you the attention you deserve, you'll just dip (lie) and find better!) this playlist full of kpop is for you!" bye. i love you."
Tracklist:
"Look" - GOT7
"I CAN'T STOP ME" - TWICE
"Attention" - SHINee
"BREAKTHROUGH (Korean Ver.)" - TWICE
"Beg For Me" - RED VELVET
"Feel Special" - TWICE
""Attention" - NewJeans
"OXYGEN" - TWICE
"그의 바다 His ocean" - Yerin Baek
"Look At Me" - TWICE Total Runtime: 34:39
#art#ocs#original art#playlist#okenki#sorry for the kpop 😔#music#i hope you enjoy tho!#ill add unlisted yt playlist in the reblog!#also; of course the little blab on top is said as a joke; this doesn't reflect any of my beliefs or feelings; i do not wish harm on anyone#my art is never oriented to mean harm to anyone. please keep in mind english is not a language i’m very good with#i might make mistake or misunderstand#but it’s never malicious or vicious. thank you!
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GRAY, Woo Won Jae, Lee Hi and GooseBumps Leave AOMG
Update: Simon Dominic Left AOMG in Feb.2024
Update 2: Code Kunst Leaves AOMG
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[Note: Details on all the artists that have left or currently staying are noted in the timeline below this announcement message. And all AOMG announcements regarding the artists are more or less the same as the one stated below.]
“Hello, this is AOMG.
We would like to inform you that the exclusive contracts with our artists Gray, Woo Won Jae, Lee Hi, and GooseBumps have expired.
Thank you for the interest and love you have shown so far, and we ask for your continued love in the future.
AOMG will support Gray, Woo Won Jae, Lee Hi, and GooseBumps on their new challenges.
Thank you.”
Translation cr.
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Original text:
“안녕하세요, AOMG입니다.
소속 아티스트 그레이, 우원재, 이하이, 구스범스의 전속계약이 종료되었음을 알려드립니다.
그동안 여러분의 많은 관심과 사랑에 감사드리며, 앞으로도 변함없는 큰 사랑 부탁드립니다. AOMG는 그레이, 우원재, 이하이, 구스범스의 새로운 도전을 응원합니다.
감사합니다.”
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- Late September, 2013: Jay Park founded AOMG. Signed artists - singer and producer GRAY, composer Jun Goon, and producer Cha Cha Malone
- October 10, 2013: AOMG launch party
- Artists Elo, Loco, Ugly Duck, DJ Wegun, DJ Pumkin, and Hoody joined AOMG over the next two years
- March 9, 2014: Months after leaving Amoeba Culture, Simon Dominic joins AOMG as Co-CEO
- January 6, 2016: CJ E&M media company announced that it had formed a partnership with AOMG. This news comes a few months after CJ E&Ms acquisition of Paloalto's Hi-Lite Records label. Jay Park also took the news to Twitter to reassure fans that it would not affect AOMG and its artists in any way, referring to it as a strategic partnership through investment in shares
- June 5, 2017: H1GHR Music label is founded by Jay Park alongside producer Cha Cha Malone. Signed artists - Yultron, Sik-K, pH-1, Woodie GoChild. Producers Woogie, GroovyRoom, DJ SMMT. The following Seattle artists were also signed - Avatar Darko, Raz Simone, Phe Reds, Jarv Dee
- June 8, 2017: Golden (formerly known as G.Soul) signed with H1GHR Music following his contract expiration with JYP Entertainment
- October 30, 2017: Woo Won Jae joins AOMG
- 2018: Ted Park joins H1GHR Music
- April 2018: HAON joins H1GHR Music, soon after winning the show “High School Rapper 2”
- May 10, 2018: AOMG signs management contract with UFC fighter "Korean Zombie" Jung Chan Sung
- June 11, 2018: Producer Code Kunst joins AOMG
- July 25, 2018: Simon Dominic resigns as co-CEO of AOMG with his song "Me No Jay Park". Soon after, DJ Pumkin becomes co-CEO of AOMG alongside Jay Park
- 2019: BIG Naughty joins H1GHR Music
- March 3, 2019: Mokyo joins H1GHR Music
- August 2019: AOMG's first hip-hop audition show “Signhere” began airing on MBN
- November 1, 2019: After winning in the audition show “Signhere” Sogumm joins AOMG
- November 6, 2019: Punchnello joins AOMG
- Late 2019: Jarv Dee leaves H1HGR Music
- April 8, 2020: DeVita joins AOMG
- June, 2020: Mokyo leaves H1GHR Music after contract expired
- July 20, 2020: Trade L joins H1GHR Music
- July 24, 2020: Lee Hi joins AOMG after her departure from YG Entertainment
- September 4, 2020: Producer GooseBumps joins AOMG
- January 9, 2021: Golden (G.Soul) leaves H1GHR Music following his contract expiration
- February 18, 2021: Yugyeom, a member of South Korean boy group Got7, joins AOMG following his departure from JYP Entertainment in January 2021. Fellow member JAY B joins H1GHR Music in May of the same year
- March 2021: GroovyRoom launches new label called AREA, in partnership with the H1GHR Music label
- December 31, 2021: Jay Park announced his resignation as the Co-CEO of AOMG
- January 25, 2022: Coogie joins AOMG
- March 3, 2022: Jay Park established a new label called “More Vision”. Currently signed artists are Honey J, Jessi and Chung Ha
- July 25, 2022: JAY B and Sik-K leave H1GHR Music after their contracts had expired
- October 24, 2022: Jvcki Wai joins AOMG
- February 14, 2023: As her contract expired, Sogumm departs from the label
- April 1, 2023: Cartoonist Kian84 joins AOMG. Unclear if this is a management or artist contract but all sources confirm that he has joined AOMG
- April 24, 2023: AOMG established sublabel Solabeam Records that consists of DJs and producers
- May 8, 2023: HAON leaves H1GHR Music and joins Sik-K’s agency “KC”
- November 9, 2023: Meenoi joins AOMG
- February 27, 2024: GooseBumps announces that he’s leaving AOMG
- February 2024: Simon Dominic and the music label came to a mutual agreement to terminate his contract. The contract is still effective and both sides will continue with activities while sorting contract termination matters out. Details here
- March 6, 2024: The controversy surrounding Meenoi, AOMG, and her advertising contract with a cosmetic brand company escalates. Dispatch gets involved. Details here
- March 13, 2024: DJ Pumkin resigns as CEO of AOMG. He has reportedly thought of resigning for some time. Yoo Deok Geon is the new CEO of AOMG. Yoo Deok Geon is an old manager of Jay Park and the current CEO of H1GHR Music
- March 28, 2024: After their contracts had expired, GRAY, Woo Won Jae, and Lee Hi all announce that they are leaving AOMG. [Official Announcement]
- April 10, 2024: AOMG makes an apology statement regarding the Meenoi controversy. [Official Announcement]
- April 22, 2024: An AOMG official confirms that Simon Dominic terminated his contract back in February 2024
- April 25, 2024: The contract between Code Kunst and AOMG has ended. AOMG announced that they have parted ways with the artist. [Official Announcement]
#damn…it’s an end of an era#AOMG#did i create a big timeline? yes. yes i did#fixed the timeline yet again#h1ghrmusic#gray#woo wonjae#lee hi#simon dominic#goosebumps#code kunst#korean hip hop#hiphop#그레이#우원재#이하이#구스범스#사이먼 도미닉#코드 쿤스트#cha cha malone#jay park#more vision#dj pumkin#khiphop#krnb#kpop#korean music#hip hop#khh#my username woowonjaeaomg..hmm what to do…maybe nothing at all?
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✬Evie’s Relationship With Got7✬
Jay B
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Quote: "Be loud about the things that are important to you.” Dynamic: Big Brother, Little Sister
Jay B’s contact in Evie’s phone is “✌🏻Jay Bubby✌🏻”
Evie was very intimidated by Jay B when she first met him but she said they warmed up to one another very quickly.
Jay B has a lot of credit for posts on Evie’s Instagram because he takes a lot of photos for and with her.
Evie always asks for updates on his cats and so he always spams her with photos of them to make her happy.
They used to go on walks a lot at night in silence to clear their heads.
Evie likes when Jay B would cook for her even if he wasn’t able to do it often.
Jay B is very over protective of Evie and he will visit her anytime she is upset if he can.
Evie says Jay B is like a very sweet older brother and that Jay B is very kind to her.
They usually talk about animals when they talk with one another.
They do not get to hang out often but when they do they are always cracking jokes and just trying to relax.
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Mark
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Quote: “I’m a daydreamer and a night thinker.” Dynamic: Talks a Lot, Listens
Mark’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🥰Mark🥰”
Evie said they were both rather quiet when they first met and it actually took them a while to warm up to one another, however, now that they’ve known each other for so long they talk a lot.
Evie says that Mark can easily make her laugh and that he makes her feel safe.
Evie says she likes to make Mark soup whenever she can.
Evie goes to Mark for advice a lot and she tends to vent to him a lot because he can keep her head on her shoulders and makes sure she isn’t overreacting or overthinking things.
Mark’s dad enjoys trolling and teasing Evie and he has even called her his daughter before.
Evie has stated she wants to do a podcast with Mark because it sounds fun.
Mark enjoys listening to Evie’s problems even if he can’t always help her with advice, he knows that being there often is all the help she could want.
They’ve gone on like four friend dates total but usually they just text to talk to one another, they message daily.
Evie misses Mark a lot ever since he left South Korea and says that things feel weird without being near him.
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Jackson
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Quote: "Be someone's light when they are hopeless." Dynamic: Black Cat GF, Golden Retriever BF
Jackson’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🤫Daddy Jackson🤫”
Jackson was the first member that Evie met and warmed up to and is one of the members she is closest to.
Jackson and her are extremely sassy together and fans really like that about them.
Evie enjoys calling Jackson her puppy and she enjoys teasing and trolling him.
Evie and Jackson used to hang out a lot especially at night, but since her debut she’s been a lot busier so they usually just text one another instead.
Evie enjoys clinging to Jackson and she finds it very easy to be herself around the older boy.
Jackson enjoys giving Evie piggy back rides and he often spoils her. Whatever she wants, she gets, all she has to do is ask.
Evie enjoys talking to Jackson and says that he makes her feel safe.
Evie has told the members that sometimes she gets a feeling of homesick when she’s away from Jackson for too long and she gets upset when they go too long without talking.
They video call often and everytime they do her mood just instantly gets better.
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Youngjae
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Quote: “Dream until it’s your reality.” Dynamic: Laughing Constantly
Youngjae’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🍯Honey Voice🍯”
Youngjae has praised Evie outwardly on how hardworking she is.
Evie and Youngjae sometimes play games together but she always gets nervous to ask him so it’s not as often as she’d like it to be.
Evie says that Youngjae will often squeeze her too tightly when they hug but she actually really likes that.
Evie gets flustered easily around Youngjae because she finds him to be very handsome.
Evie enjoys making Youngjae laugh because it’s one of her favorite sounds and his laugh always makes her also smile and laugh.
Evie always gets nervous to talk to Youngjae and Jackson will tease her about it.
Youngjae always pushes her hair out of her face when they see each other because he likes to be able to see her entire face when they are talking.
When Evie is sad, Youngjae knows because she will just send a message that says “Coco…?” which is her asking to see the dog.
Youngjae doesn’t like to see Evie sad so if he notices that she’s upset he’ll do whatever he can to make her smile.
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Quote: “If I told you about the darkness inside of me would you still look at me like I’m the Sun?” Dynamic: Crazy Besties
BamBam’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🙄Idiot BB🙄”
BamBam is another one of the members of GOT7 that Evie is extremely close to.
BamBam and Evie always tease each other and can never take each other seriously.
BamBam and Evie are very affectionate with one another.
Evie says she wants to spend more time with BamBam and that she really enjoys his company.
They constantly send photos of their animals back and forth to one another and they joke that they are at war with one another over who has more pictures.
Evie has made BamBam soup before and he said that he enjoys her cooking a lot.
Evie has admitted to the members of Stray Kids that the reason she bickers with BamBam sometimes is because she has had a crush on him before in the past.
Evie smiles whenever she gets a notification from BamBam on her phone.
Evie is extremely supportive of BamBam and vice versa. BamBam is one of Evie’s best friends outside of Stray Kids.
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Yugyeom
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Quote: “Perfection is found in accepting your imperfections.” Dynamic: Puppy and Owner
Yugyeom’s contact in Evie’s phone is “Yugyeom🤷”
Evie said when they first met, Yugyeom had a tough guy energy around him but he dropped it really quickly when he saw how weird she was.
They are weird af together.
Yugyeom says that Evie is an amazing cook and that he always looks forward to the rare times she’d bring food for GOT7.
They aren’t the closest but they are still semi close.
Yugyeom likes to tease Evie and finds it funny because of her reactions.
Yugyeom and Evie have a lot of pictures together of her leaning her head against him. She jokes that he makes a good head rest.
Evie messages Yugyeom when she’s stressed without him knowing because he always says something dumb and it makes her laugh and makes her forget why she was upset to begin with.
Evie has a habit of biting Yugyeom’s arm when she’s too close to him.
Yugyeom says she’s like a teething puppy and always just awkwardly pats her head with a chuckle.
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╭──────────.★..─╮ 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝔹𝕦𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕤𝕥 ╰─..★.──────────
A/N: I was in a bad place mentally and had to prove to myself that I could follow through and finish SOMETHING. So I'm shamelessly posting Lovesick Agent Yoongi with just a smidge of GOT7 thnx. (Agent! Yoongi x Reader) (Ft. Agent! BamBam for a split second)
Summary: (Angst and Slight Fluff) Yoongi is given a new job, as an expert in stealth and assassination, he has seen and done many things in the field. Although, he knows every dog has its days. It seems he's met his match in more ways than one.
(TW: Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of weapons, Mentions of Death, Mentions of killing and Assassination, Graphic descriptions of death.)
Drabble 1:
He was simple, he always was.
Like clockwork:
“Tick Tock”
He moved his fingers over the pistol, gliding them over the knicks and scrapes in the metal. He thumbed the edge of the holster it was snuggled into, thinking of how many skirmishes he has been in with his trusty, MK23.
He noted how rare it was for him to just sit and reflect like this; it was a strange, yet, welcome feeling. His instincts told him that there wouldn’t be too many more days spent with it in his hands, he just had a feeling about it.
“Tick Tock”
He breathed in deeply, inhaling the smell of the earth around his body. As he had always done, he removed the last of the dirt from the deep pit he had dug. Carefully making sure to dig vertically so as to not draw attention to the plot of earth he had just upturned.
“Tick Tock”
He looked up above him, wiping the beads of sweat from above his eyebrows as he did so. The circle of trees around him rustled in the wind, the sound of the leaves scraping across the forest floor comforted him in a way he couldn’t quite describe. He watched on, the stars shining above him unbothered by useless mortal affairs, twinkling in unison.
Somehow, they reminded him of the fairy lights you had hung up on his patio a few weeks ago. He remembers pitching a fit about them, grumbling about them being a waste of electricity. Though, secretly, he enjoyed the personal touches you added to his space, it made him feel alive.
You, made him feel alive.
“Tick Tock”
He pulled the letter from his jacket pocket, the one that had been dropped in the mail for him a few weeks ago by his agency. It was crumpled and worn; A small wallet-sized picture of a woman was paper clipped onto the outside of it. Its condition was pristine in comparison to the paper.
He still remembered opening it for the first time.
He had just woken up to the sound of his text messages going off, a lone number ‘7’ in the message bubble let him know that his next assignment had been delivered to him. He pulled himself from his sleep-filled stupor, his body aching from his previous assignment.
“Tick Tock”
He pulled himself back to reality and unraveled the paper. Trying his best to stay focused on the task at hand, your photo had fallen into the soft earth beneath his feet. He did not move to pick it up, instead, he stared at the words on the paper. Despite his best efforts, the contents took him back to that first day.
He had placed his long, black hair into a messy bun atop his head that morning, thinking nothing of it as he put his mug into the coffee dispenser. Ripping open the package he had retrieved from his mailbox, he was greeted with a cover letter of sorts it read:
Good Morning AGENT 7, HYBE HQ has asked for your full cooperation on a new project.
YOU HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED A NEW TASK, IF YOU ACCEPT YOU ARE REQUIRED TO COMPLETE THIS TASK IN 1 MONTH’S TIME, FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN A BURN NOTICE.
By opening this seal and reading beyond this point, HYBE HQ will take it as your acceptance of this operation, and MIN YOONGI A.K.A “AGENT 7” will be placed under constant surveillance for the next month, and must report back to HQ weekly.
FAILURE TO REPORT BACK TO HQ WEEKLY WILL FOREFIT YOUR AGREEMENT AND CONSTITUTE A ROGUE STATUS, THIS WILL RESULT IN AN IMMEDIATE BURN NOTICE
Yoongi sighed, “Enough with the fucking dramatics.” He groaned in annoyance.
Breaking open the seal of the black manila envelope, he pulled a stack of papers free. His groggy form took in the envelope's contents; His eyes clocked the small, wallet-sized, photo paper clipped to the front of it. His interest was immediately peaked, you were breathtakingly beautiful. In his hands was page after page filled to the brim with crucial life details, he held your death warrant.
TARGET: Y/N, Y/L/N KNOWN ALIAS(ES): MIDNIGHT OR BLUE THIS TARGET IS CONSIDERED EXTREMELY DANGEROUS THREAT LEVEL : 0 (LOW NUMBERS INDICATE INCREASED DIFFICULTY TO AGENTS WHEN RANKED ON A 1-10 SCALE) PLEASE EXHIBIT EXTREME CAUTION WHEN IN CLOSE PROXIMITY. SKILL SET: A comprehensive list of known skills is included below. However, It is important to note that: HYBE does not possess full knowledge of MIDNIGHT's capabilities. MIDNIGHT is known to fight with an unregistered form of combat. Y/N is speculated to have created a martial arts technique unique to their fighting style. Through careful analysis, HYBE experts have concluded that it contains mixed forms of martial arts that MIDNIGHT is speculated to have mastered. MIDNIGHT IS LETHAL IN HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT MIDNIGHT is said to have ample knowledge of poisons and medicinal remedies. MIDNIGHT often uses this knowledge in close combat against enemies; They have been known to create lethal combinations of incurable and fast-acting poisons to dip their bullets and knives into. MIDNIGHT has extensive knowledge of various weapons and their uses. They possess the ability to dismantle and use their opponent's weapons against them mid-combat. TARGET HAS BEEN KNOWN TO ATTACK WITH A PERSONALIZED MK23 PISTOL DECORATED WITH A DARK BLUE COLOR AND HAND-PAINTED STARS. Avoid direct contact with the Target when possible, Stealth is essential. ABOVE ALL ELSE Agent MIDNIGHT is a threat that MUST BE ELIMINATED.
“I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me.” He mumbled softly, into his favorite mug. A small smirk spread over his face as he took a sip of the black coffee.
“A burn notice, huh?” He thought to himself, he wondered just how detrimental your death was to his agency for them to assign him to you.
They had not only called one of the top seven agents, but they had also risked threatening his life with a Burn Notice. Something they rarely resorted to unless an agent had gone rogue or broken code. He wondered if they had the other top six agents on standby just in case he failed. He wondered if they would be the ones to carry out the hit on him, he had hoped so. This assignment was turning into an interesting one rather quickly.
“Tick Tock”
He watched you for days, waiting for the most organic moment to approach. It just so happened, you had given him an opening at a concert. He was dressed casually, an oversized black shirt and ripped blue jeans adorned his slender body.
He had paired his attire with his favorite pair of black Converse and silver jewelry. A small silver chain hung around his neck, with silver rings adorning each hand. He made sure to have his tattoo sleeves on full display, intricate artwork trailed up his arms, hiding the harsh secrets of his trade beneath them.
Your file described men with an “Alternative” style as your type and he wanted to stand out in all the ways that would have mattered to you; He still remembers the moment you locked eyes from across the dingy little dive bar.
He’d be lying if he said his heart hadn't skipped a few beats.
There you stood beneath the shitty lighting, a drink in one hand and your middle finger sticking out at the man in front of you. You stuck out your tongue at him, the sliver piercing on it glinting in the light. He was more than interested, the dude in front of you stomped away in anger. He knew his chance was now or never.
He wished that he had told himself to stop before you had gotten a chance to disrupt his life.
“Tick Tock”
You came into his life like a whirlwind, at first it was strictly business. He sweet-talked you, making you listen to sweet nothings as he spoke about fake adventures and very real feelings.
You spoke to him of your “Adventures” as well. When he would ask questions to deepen his understanding of your psyche, you would grow tense. Over and over again, he received the same responses that were delivered with a practiced ease.
You'd tell him that you had lived a million different lives, but you were sure this one had brought you to him for a reason. Each time you said that, you’d offer him a stunning smile that never quite reached your eyes. If he had been a “normal man”, he wasn't sure if he would have caught it.
Still, he thinks of the night it all changed for him.
You had just gotten home from another rave, one that you had forced him to accompany you to. He had been annoyed at first but figured that it would help give him an opening to kill you without having to fight you. He had gone with a hopeful mind, his knives concealed in a holster strapped around his ankle. He barely remembers the night, a drug-fueled haze clouds his vision when he tries.
You had just taken something, and he watched as you placed another small pill on your tongue. Pulling it back into your mouth and you smiled, your face filled with mirth…and something else he couldn’t quite place his finger on. It was a split second of vulnerability, then your carefully crafted mask was back up.
You reached out and pulled him in by the lapels of his leather jacket. He stumbled forward, his chest meeting yours halfway, and before he could protest, you had locked your lips with his. Your tongues clashed as the beat of the music pulsed in the background, the cold metal of your piercing against his tongue made him shiver.
You made sure to make him swallow whatever you had taken, and when you pulled away, your faces were flushed. You were both out of breath, and the tension was thick between you. There were hundreds of people around you, though, it felt as if you were the only two there.
He felt you shift under his intense gaze. In a brief moment of clarity, it dawned on him...you had planned this from the start.
You had picked the perfect place to test your theory, there was no way for him to throw up the unknown drug. The Rave was held in an abandoned warehouse with hundreds of other people, and he couldn’t risk leaving your side and losing the opportunity to strike. He also couldn't risk proving your suspicions of him correct.
The way you effortlessly played mind games served as a reminder of how dangerous you were. He couldn't afford to be inebriated around you.
The effect was almost immediate, things were amplified on this particular drug. He could feel the beat pulsing through his body. He watched the people around him become blurred, sweaty bodies danced against each other, and he could feel the sweat against his skin.
It was too much, too overwhelming.
He reached his hand out for yours, searching for some kind of familiarity, in hopes that it would ground him. The feeling of vulnerability made his heart race and processing this emotion was far beyond his capabilities. He was fighting to stay sane among the sea of people.
He felt weightless as he moved towards you. Somehow amid the drug taking effect and his subsequent disorientation, You had maneuvered your way to another part of the building. He stumbled towards your body, reaching for your hand and missing you by mere seconds.
He blinked and you slipped away from him in the crowd.
He tried to remain calm, but he couldn’t seem to get ahold of himself. Time seemed to stall, there he stood in the middle of hundreds of strangers. His body was trembling against his better judgment.
He had to find you and get out, quickly, but you were gone. He had failed his mission and The Burn notice would be issued for him after he told the director of his Failure to execute MIDNIGHT. If the Top Six didn’t kill him first, he was sure that he was going to die of a panic attack right there.
It was at that moment that he felt the gentle touch of a warm palm on his shoulder. He flipped around quickly, grabbing the hand that landed on him with an iron grip. He pulled the owner of the palm in close and there you stood, a look of confusion on your face.
“Are you okay?” You asked, a look of mild concern lacing your delicate features.
“No, please don’t do that. Don’t give me that look.” He begged internally. He doesn’t remember how long he stood there with your wrist in his hand, taking in each detail of your face. He only remembers pulling you, his savior, into a tight embrace. His racing heart slowly calmed itself, and he felt his shoulders sag in relief.
“You came back.” He whispered.
“Of course I did, I never left.” You mumbled back.
He doesn't remember much from that night, like where his Knives had gone or who bought whom tacos later that night, but he remembers the passionate love affair that followed.
He thought of those long nights and early mornings with you.
The lovemaking and the long-winded, 3 am talks, with no real point other than to hear each other speak. Those moments had made him giddy, butterflies would rise in his stomach at the thought of you. Something he had never had happen before. He was learning a lot about you, things that had not been mentioned in the papers he was given.
You told him personal things, knowledge that seemed detrimental to who you were as a person. You told him about how your favorite pass time was to chart the stars and map constellations. How, when you were a kid, the only way to find your father’s secluded home was by using the Andromeda Constellation, which was only visible an hour before dawn.
How you only felt comfortable moving and living by the moonlight, because in your words, “the stars raised you.” He even loved hearing useless facts, like how your favorite shirt was a thrift find that read “BUSH DID 9/11.” In bold black lettering.
He remembers you caressing his tattoos, touching the raised skin with a tenderness he had long forgotten. He had gotten them years ago to cover the countless visible scars he had gotten from his extreme training and harsh missions. It was easier to try and forget them when there was nice art on his body, he could pretend to be somewhat normal.
You kissed each scar littering his arms, complimenting them with a fervor he wasn’t sure he deserved. Your delicate touch and sweet words made him feel like a person again. A talent he was sure only you possessed and like the simple man he was, he had fallen deeply in love.
It was almost as if you had seen right through his shitty little charade all along. He wasn’t “Agent 7” around you; He was, and always had been, Min Yoongi.
You had brought color into his dull and monotonous routine. A routine he hadn't even realized he was trapped in until you had come rushing in. It was as if he blinked and suddenly, weeks had gone by. The Month was drawing to a close, like a moth to a flame, he hadn't even realized when he had started to seek out your warm presence.
It wasn’t until his assignment director slapped him with a dose of reality.
“Contact with the Target, codename MIDNIGHT has been established. How will you proceed Agent 7?” The cold monotone voice had droned on. He had heard that voice many a time, though, something about it unsettled him this time.
Yoongi stared at the screen listlessly, the silence deafening as the harrowing realization dawned on him. He had forgotten his mission, he had forgotten that you were the enemy. How could a fool like him allow that to happen?
“Agent 7, How will you proceed moving forward?” The director asked again, her flat tone slightly aggravated and impatient this time.
Yoongi snapped his head up, making eye contact with the director. “Accordingly.” He grumbled before abruptly ending the video call.
“Tick Tock”
You were incapable of love, he could see how detached you were from him, from your reality. Though, he had hoped the 4 short weeks had spent with you was enough to change your mind. He couldn't bring himself to harm the only woman he would ever love.
He laughed to himself, he liked to think that you had left him hints about how you truly felt. He’d like to believe that some part of you had tried to leave him room to judge who you were. He still feels as though he had become a fool. A simple little fool blinded by his love for you, that much was clear from the way he allowed you to slip past his defenses so easily…so quickly.
He loved You; He needed You…Not the other way around.
Silently, he hoped that what little courage he had to say it to you would manifest itself tonight.
“Tick Tock”
He shook his head, removing those thoughts from his brain. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he checked the time.
“11:55 p.m., July 31st.” He mumbled. Though there was no real sense of urgency in his voice, death loomed over him, like a mother watching her baby in its cradle. He had known it was time, he and death were old friends at this point.
“They’ll be coming for me soon.” He thought to himself. Digging his hands into the soft earth around him, he gathered his strength to hoist himself up onto the surface. Right before he launched himself up, he saw a hand reach itself into the deep pit, the mysterious hand was outstretched towards him.
He jumped back, no one should have known where he was, it was a secluded forest area owned by HYBE, and no one could know…unless..they were a field Agent.
He had braced himself for impact, “A burn notice this early?” He thought to himself, he was confused since they usually went into effect 30 minutes after being issued. He quickly fumbled for his gun. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight, not yet. He prepared for the worst until he heard your soft timbre. The sound of your voice graced his ears and a flood of goosebumps erupted over his entire body.
“Y/n.” He said softly, his shoulders sagging in relief, though the alarm bells that had set in still lingered.
“Yoongi, pass me the shovel, it’ll be easier to climb out if you grab onto it and I pull you up.” You whispered. Wriggling your fingers at him, your face peeked over the edge of the hole.
He wanted to ask you a million questions, but he couldn’t seem to find the words when he needed them. He knew it was an awful idea to pass you the shovel. Every part of his instincts shouted at him to listen, but he obliges anyway, unable to express his reservations about your plan. He launched it up, your hand gripping onto it and pulling it over the ledge.
You backed away from the ledge and he feels a familiar shift in the air. He swallowed the lump in the back of his throat, tamping down the unpleasant feelings beginning to surface. He knew what came next, though he had vehemently hoped that it wasn’t the case.
You were the one he wanted to love, he hoped you would give him the chance to say that, but, from the looks of it, he didn’t believe that lady luck was on his side today.
“Tick Tock”
The sound of a gun clicking filled the air.
His vision of the moon and stars was obscured by the barrel of a suppressor. The dark blue gun attached to it stood out even in the darkness and the hand-painted stars glinted in the moonlight. He sighed, making eye contact with you. There was no hesitation, no fear in his eyes as he watched your movements.
“You’re so smart Min, and it makes me fucking sick.” You said, your voice cold and calculated. “You knew this whole time, didn’t you?-” you whispered. Yoongi registered the slight tremble in your hand, “Who I was and what I was after…”
He smiled one of those bright, gummy, smiles that made your heart skip a beat every time. You swallowed hard. “Agent Midnight, let's not play stupid.” He said, his deep timbre ringing out into the night air.
Goosebumps erupted all over your body. His face showed no signs of distress, just a tinge of sadness and something akin to disappointment. The knowledge that you put that emotion on his face was causing a reaction of sorts in your mind.
It pissed you off to no end that he was the sole cause of your wavering emotions. There wasn’t a moment you could remember feeling like this. You don't remember feeling at all really; You hadn’t been given the chance to understand what love was…You weren’t capable of it, that's what made you such a wonderful field agent.
“Agent 7, it's wonderful to finally meet you. I’m Agent 0.” You said, voice slightly trembling as you revealed your true identity.
Yoongi's mask of indifference broke as the realization that his mission was doomed from the start dawned on him.
“The ever-elusive rogue, Agent 0, huh?” He chuckled. “Humbled, truly.” He said, his tone devoid of all emotion as he realized just how powerful of an enemy you were.
You were a legend of sorts at HYBE HQ. When “the numbers” were initially recruited, There were 10 total. They were all ranging from 0-10 based on their skill set. The lower the number, the higher the rank in the agency. He knows this because he had been recruited as one. Numbers rarely met each other in the field unless it was needed.
Of course, you had been seen as an all-star of sorts. Your knowledge was endless; Rumors of you being the "Angel of Death" had circulated during your stay at HYBE. No one knew what you looked like, only that you worked the most dangerous missions, and if you were assigned to a group mission, success rates skyrocketed.
You were an important and valuable asset…a dangerous and volatile one to possess for any agency.
It's said that after one particularly harsh mission, your psyche broke. After your stint in Budapest on a solo mission, you had come back changed. During your few weeks there, they lost contact with you, and with no way of finding out what happened to you, they had branded your mission compromised, and you were given the title MIA.
They sent search parties in an attempt to recover your remains. However, every party they sent returned gravely injured, If they returned at all.
HYBE was at a loss. During this time, they had done their best to cover up the largest fuck-up they had ever had. Any records of your existence were wiped from their systems. The few who remembered you were forced to sign NDAs and anyone who did not cooperate with HYBE was branded a rogue and executed on sight.
Eventually, they stopped sending search parties and assigned the other “numbers” to the mission instead. These were people you had trained with at some point or another, and they had the futile hope that maybe you would be receptive to their mind games. They started with 10, the least valuable asset HYBE had in their top agents, still deadly and capable.
His body was recovered only hours after entering Budapest, he was beheaded and burned to a crisp, and nothing but his charred remains were found. The only thing left to identify him was a single tooth lodged into the back of his throat from blunt force trauma.
His skull was fractured from what they were certain was a kick to the face, and the tooth was left on purpose; It was a warning. Despite this, they sent 2 more agents. 9 stood no chance, his remains were never recovered, and it's still unknown what happened to him. 8… well, you eventually did come back with her.
You had crashed into the front of the agency with your Black 1974 Chevelle SS, it's also said that the car was your one and only prized possession. You had mowed down almost everyone in your path, leaving a wake of blood and destruction from driving it through the front gates.
Everyone who lived to see it said you walked out of the wreckage gracefully; your body unscathed. In tow, you had the newly deceased Agent 8, her body was almost unrecognizable.
You had dragged her twisted and mangled frame through the halls of HYBE. Her body flailing about behind you like a child holding her ragdoll. You paraded her around like a grotesque trophy, to serve as a grim reminder of who you were and what you were capable of. Those who didn’t know of you or your infamy were running around to find weapons to retaliate. Those who knew better were hiding, praying for a swift death.
It's said that you dragged her all the way up to the Head Office and kicked open the door. You launched her body in, throwing it onto the desk of HYBE’s CEO before slamming what remained of the door shut.
It's still unknown what happened behind that door to this day, but minutes later you came barreling out, exchanging gunshots with the best of the best throughout the corridors of HQ.
Everyone in that room was maimed, everyone except for you. Those who had worked closely with you since your initial recruitment said that you were different... almost deranged. Any traces of humanity left were gone and your once aloof and easygoing demeanor had simply, vanished. No one in that room knew where you had been, what you had seen, or endured.
As quickly as the assault on HQ had begun, it ended, and You had disappeared once more without a trace. Yoongi had been next to go up against you, though he had never actually met you in person. The day he was to be briefed about his mission, you had attacked. 7 Agents remained, and HYBE refused to take any more casualties.
“Tick Tock”
“Y/N, you’re the one killing agents right?” You were quiet, your eyes zeroed in on his. He then heard another rustle in the distance. “You’re being watched, aren’t you?” He mouthed. Your eyes shifted in response. You stood there, the silence tense and filled with unsaid words, you were waiting for midnight, you were mere seconds away from finishing your mission.
“Midnight, finish the job so I can report back to HQ.” A man's voice sounded from the trees.
“It’s 11:59, hold your fucking horses BamBam, I have a reputation to uphold.” You snap back, your voice was even and calm.
“Right, right, you only kill at midnight." He said, nodding his head. "Well, IT'S FUCKING MIDNIGHT, MIDNIGHT.” He whisper shouted. "And I don't feel like being caught in enemy territory over your reputation." You flicked him off, never turning around to gauge his reaction.
“Tick Tock”
You looked away from where yoongi stood, his pleading gaze was hurting your heart. Without any more hesitation, you pulled the trigger. A small “fwip” noise filled the air as you did so.
A burning pain shot through Yoongi’s body, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before, it was excruciating. It was then, that he remembered the papers he was given. You dipped all your bullets in poison, his death would be quick but agonizing. He bit his tongue, not wanting to show weakness in his last moments. He never moved to reach for his gun, he would allow you to hurt him, but he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you.
He slumped down in the hole, his vision was going blurry, and he could feel his heart rate slowing. His gaze never wavered, making sure to keep you in his sight. He watched as your figure doubled and he mouthed out three of the last words he would ever say before he allowed death’s embrace to swallow him whole.
“I love you.” He choked out.
He watched your blurry visage mouth out five distinct words. “I love you too, yoongi.” and just like that his world faded to black, with a sad smile spread across his face.
“It's done.” You grumbled, looking away from the hole.
It made you visibly ill to watch him writhe in agony, something that was never an issue before; You would have nightmares about this for sure. You pulled a small barely visible paper from your pocket and tossed it into the hole, and it landed with a small thud on his chest.
“Good Job Midnight lets's report back to HQ and get you that promotion.” with that, you left the only man you would ever love behind, his body cramped into a grave he had dug himself.
“Tick Tock”
Shortly after, a group of men found his body. Shaking their heads at their fallen comrade.
“Midnight took another one,” Agent 1 mumbled, he was used to cleaning up after Agent 0 by now, he just didn’t expect Agent 7 to fall so easily. After checking the body for a pulse he confirmed Agent 7’s death. He let out a ‘tsk’ noise, the frustration setting in since he had kind of looked forward to the thrill of hunting Agent 7. “Come on, let's report to HQ about his failure and collect the Burn Notice reward.” They all moved quickly, racing to get back to HYBE to collect the reward.
“Tick Tock”
An hour later, Yoongi’s body shifted. He woke up with a strangled gasp. Groaning as he touched his body with a panicked fervor. It felt like a massive bus had landed on top of him, and his chest was burning from how quickly his heart was pumping. The paper on his chest was the first thing he grasped as his confusion set in, he should be dead. He felt you kill him, he. should. be. dead.
He fumbled with the small folded note, yanking it open in hopes it would have answers. Your distinct handwriting was on it, it read as follows:
“I hope you can forgive me for hurting you. I shot you at a non-vital point with a bullet coated in a poison I designed myself, I named it “Lover’s Paradise.” It's meant to paralyze you for several hours and place you in a sleep so deep that your heart rate is essentially undetectable. Anyone who sees you would classify your body as deceased.
Min yoongi, you’ve been dramatic since I met you. I have tried countless times to kill you since we met. I knew who had sent you and why. I knew who you were from the moment we met at the Dive bar. Still, I couldn't bring myself to hurt you. (despite my best efforts) Instead, I tried to make myself hard to love, I tried to keep you at arm's length. Though, somehow, you broke through my defenses. Your effortless way of loving me despite my flaws is what made me love you. I never lied to you, I showed you parts of me I thought had been killed and buried long ago. So, If you know what’s good for you, you won’t accept my invitation.
You make me believe in love Min Yoongi, I'd like to explore that part of myself with you, in hopes that it won't backfire. I’ll wait for you in Budapest, I’m leaving a nondescript code I hope you’ll be smart enough to decipher on your own. I’ll wait as long as it takes, If you decline, hope you’ll allow me to love you freely in our next life together.
Yours and yours only, Y/N Y/L/N
#bts fanfic#yoongi x reader#min yoongi#Agent!YoongixReader#Spy!Au#bts fluff#bts angst#bts au#bts drabble
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SCENARIOS, TEXT PROMPTS WRITING
HELLO EVERYONE, I KNOW I HAVE BEEN MIA IN A LONG WHILE BUT I AM BACK AND WANNA GO BACK TO WRITING.
SCENARIOS, TEXTS, REACTIONS, PROMPTS OR AUS.
SEND ME YOUR REQUESTS WITH WRITING PREFERENCES GENRES GROUPS/MEMBERS, AND SMALL DESCRIPTION OF WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE (E.G BTS TEXT FLUFF THEY MISS YOU WHILE ON TOUR)
HERE ARE SOME GROUPS I WILL BE WRITING FOR IF THERE IS ANY OTHER GROUPS YOU WANT LET ME KNOW.
BTS
STRAYKIDS
SEVENTEEN
MONSTA X
GOT7
KACTORS
GENRES
FLUFF
ANGST
AUS
SMUT
COMEDY/FUNNY
TO NAME A FEW, HOPE TO RECEIVE SOME MESSAGES FROM YOU LOVELY PEOPLE SOON
#kpop scenarios#kpop imagines#kpop#got7 imagines#got7 scenarios#bts scenarios#bts smut#bts imagines#bts reaction#monsta x scenarios#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagines#stray kids#straykids imagines#kactor#k drama
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hi! looking for long-term partners. 22+, she/her, and will only write with those 21+.
— i strongly prefer to write on discord in a 1x1 server or on tumblr. — third person only. past/current tense. i try my best to make length, but often write multi-para. will typically match your style, tense, etc. comfortable with one-liners for text threads in between replies and such. i will reply fairly often. definitely a couple times a week, but i do work so maybe not daily. — when it comes to ooc chatting, i am typically most comfortable keeping ooc chatter related to musings, sharing things for our ships, and similar things. we can talk about shared interests, but i am a bit uncomfortable with a lot of talk about myself. if we write for a long time and i get more comfortable, that may change! i promise i'm nice, just a little awkward at first! — adding onto that: i love to talk about our muses, headcanon things, make edits and share playlists/musings. i love worldbuilding and would love to have multiple ships in one universe. — right now, i strongly prefer writing idolverse (oc only). i can do general slice-of-life and some fantasy, but my muse is strongest for idolverse currently. if you don't want idolverse, please don't interact. my muse is strongest there. — i write females. i'm not super comfortable writing male characters. i can do m/f or f/f! i do have some plots right now that work best for m/f, but i frequently write f/f so i would be happy to do a second f/f ship. — okay with dark content. comfortable with nsfw, but it really will depend on how i'm feeling. we can discuss triggers/limits, but i am pretty comfortable with dark content and angst. — i am very open to any faceclaim! used against me or anyone you'd like me to use. however, some of my favorites to use include: yeri (red velvet), yuqi and miyeon (gidle), chungha (soloist), eunbi (soloist), youha (soloist), chaeryeong (itzy), yves and kim lip (loona), winter, ninging, and karina (aespa), yeeun (clc/soloist). — when it comes to opposites, i'm very open. if a faceclaim doesn't inspire something in me, i'll tell you but i have no hard no's other than nobody super problematic. all the fcs i like to use can count as fcs i'd like to play against, and i also enjoy: many k-actresses and actors, joy and seulgi, some bts membes, dpr ian, b.i, infinite, some got7 members, some twice members, some wjsn members. however, this list is not exhaustive and i am very flexible/accepting of anyone.
if you're interested, please like this post and i'll message you 🤍
🌸 !
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Prompt List: Closed - General Requests: Open
Half of these prompts are quotes, while the other half are situational. I hope there's a little something for everyone :) Quote prompts will somehow incorporate in the storyline and situational prompts, of course, will be the general, loose plot of the story.
Note: You can submit whatever request you want! It doesn’t have to be one of the prompts listed! This list just makes it easy and fun to see something you want to read.
Second Note: Don’t be afraid to talk to me! I love hearing your input or just geeking out on our favorite members! Reblogs with comments and sweet messages make my heart all fluttery!
Third Note: The groups I write for are: BTS, Got7, Seventeen, Monsta X, and Stray Kids!
"Please don't stop touching me."
"Why don't we go on a drive?"
"I'm sorry. We were supposed to have fun today."
"Okay...so this is new."
"I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."
"I swear to God, you need to stop laughing. It makes my heart go way too fast."
"I'm not jealous!"
"I know you were hurt in the past but not everyone's gonna hurt you. I would rather die than hurt you."
"He has tired dad energy." "He doesn't have kids." "Still a DILF."
"Just say you want me and I'm yours."
Soulmate AU
Your bias isn't answering your texts/calls. You drive over to see if he's okay. The results are not what you were expecting.
Your bias texts you the emergency codeword you had been using for the entirety of the friendship.
Oh no, there's only one bed!
You and your bias run into your ex.
You and your bias kiss to prove you don't have feelings for each other.
Your bias hasn't come to bed, so you seek them out for a cuddle.
Going for a day out with your bias when somehow all of the other group members invite themselves.
Taking care of your tipsy bias.
You go on a blind date and meet up with your bias. Everything is going well until halfway through, you realize you met up with the wrong person.
Prompts brought to you by @promptful @parker-fics and my noggin.
Thanks all and happy requesting! :)
#bts#got7#monsta x#bangtan boys#seventeen#svt#kpop fanfic#kpop scenarios#kpop request#kpop angst#got7 fluff#seventeen fluff#seventeen scenario#stray kids#skz#skz fluff#monsta x fluff#monsta x fanfiction#bts fanfic
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https://at.tumblr.com/theninthdoor/tqq-nct-dream-dealbreakers-in/43fx4gm00mg3
please could you do the same for GOT7?
Mark || page of wands, six of swords: People who never follow through with their commitments or projects - eg.: they come up with an idea, take the first step, but then give up right after. Being on social media 24/7; sharing everything on social media. Taking trends too seriously or depending on trends to have a personality/identity. Lack of seriousness. Avoiding difficult conversations at all costs.
Jay B || ace of wands rx, two of swords rx: When someone speaks badly of his work or passions. Mocking his interests or work. Not showing him any support or ignoring him when he's excited about something that's important to him. Blowing hot and cold. Not giving him a chance to talk about his side of things - by that I mean, making your perspective the whole truth and running with it, without giving him the opportunity to speak on his own perspective of the situation. (does that make sense??)
Jackson || ace of wands rx, five of cups rx: Never showing any excitement or care when it comes to his projects, interests, ideas, etc. Looking down on his creativity or creative pursuits. Looking down on his efforts to make things work or to make things exciting. Downplaying his feelings, specially sadness, pain, etc; not taking his feelings seriously and "forcing" him to get over them.
Jinyoung || ace of wands rx, emperor rx: (3rd one in a row! my goodness…) Like the ones before, mocking or looking down on his interests, work, creative pursuits, etc. Not showing him any support or never expressing any excitement to see/hear what he has been working on. Also, there's something here about making him feel like he's not "man enough"? Comparing him to other men; telling him to go learn from other men how to do things. Finding fault with everything he does. Being too domineering and strict.
Youngjae || four of swords, four of pentacles rx: Being too aloof. Being indifferent to most things; never having an opinion or never wanting to be involved in discussions (even when they're asked). Not wanting to spend time with him; taking too long to answer his calls or text messages. Never being able to hold onto anything, be it money (after receiving a paycheck, for example), friends or relationships. Protecting themselves at the cost of others.
BamBam || page of pentacles, four of pentacles rx: Superficial people in general. Caring more about appearances than substance. Being immature and thoughtless when it comes to money - spending or saving. Always asking him for gifts, but never giving him anything in return. People who are always looking for the "next best thing" and forget to value what they currently have or who they're currently with.
Yugyeom || ten of pentacles rx, queen of swords rx: People who look down on their family, friends or culture. Nepo babies who keep denying they're nepo babies lol; or people who spend their families money without consideration or appreciation for their hard work and kindness. Bitchy, arrogant people. Bringing others down to make themselves feel/look better. Also, looking down on his family/friends/culture!
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GUIDLINES
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Who do I write for ?
I only write for boy groups
. The Boyz
. Nct
. DKB
. Monsta X
. To1
. Got7
Kdrama :
- Weak Hero class 1
- Alice in Borderland
- Sweet Home
Movies :
- The 5th wave
- Divergent
- Alita
some can be added in the future and always feel free to ask if I stan a group or watch any movies.. :))
What do I write ?
I can write ; headcannons, hard hours, imagines, reactions, fanfics,...
NEW : TEXT MESSAGES !!
Type ?
Smut ( nsfw ), angst and sometimes it's close to horror cauz I love writting about weird subjects lol... I can write fluff. However I'm not into fantastic stuff.
I write male idol x f.reader.
that's all bye
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Admin 🍑 here! Mark is so adorable ☺️.
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#mark tuan#got7#ultkpop#got7 mark#mark texts#mork#got7 scenarios#kpop blog#kpop scenarios#got7 texts#got7 text messages#cutie#eyesonmark
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Confession // Jaebum
Requested By: @eatkookiie & Anonymous
Request:
Please please do a text with jaebum where he wants to meet up with you to confess but you’re busy (at parents or friends) and he’s annoyed and it’s turning into a little (not serious) fight and accidently confesses via text right then.
jaebum text request where they are best friends and they’re arguing about something and he confesses unexpectedly pretty pleaseeeeee 💕💕
Masterlist
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#got7#got7 fakes texts#got7 text messages#got7 scenarios#got7 imagines#got7 smut#I'm Jaebum#Im Jaebum texts#Im Jaebum scenarios#Im Jaebum fake texts#Im Jaebum imagines
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i recently realized that bambam is in both the thai idols group chat AND the ‘97 liners group chat and i don’t think anyone should be able to have that kind of power
#sm forbid wayv and 127 from communicating so they pass messages through bambam#bambam is just too powerful#incorrect kpop quotes#kpop#incorrect kpop#incorrect kpop texts#kpop memes#got7#bambam#kunpimook bhuwakul#bambam got7#97 line#thai idol
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Got7 text message AU where you accidentally let it slip to Jaebum on your date that you love him. You end up running away before he can respond and you start texting Jinyoung for help.
#Got7#Got7 au#Got7 texts#jinyoung texts#jaebum texts#park jinyoung#Im Jaebum#Got7 text messages#Got7 scenario#jaebum scenario#mama jinyoung
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Yugyeom, texting: Hey you feel like going out tonight? Maybe around 7?
Bambam: Sorry I can't, I'm supposed to get horny then
#got7#kim yugyeom#kunpimook bhuwakul#yugyeom#bambam#yugbam#ship#text post#fake quotes#mine#texting#messages
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