#got7.drabble

[mykoreanlove]

the smut bundle

for when you want to get freaky, empty hands are recommended

CHAN - fuck me 5 senses? // cooking up a storm piece of cake // just another day at the dorms // in character // Christopher // preggo by chan

CHANGBIN - just another day at the dorms // home workouts

MINHO - how to tame a cat // just another day at the dorms // serum

HYUNJIN - afterparty // wanna bet? // keep me up // special birthday

HAN - just another day at the dorms // brr brr

FELIX - Articulate // fighting with Felix be like // just another day at the dorms

SEUNGMIN - just another day at the dorms

CROSSOVER - deceptive bonds (hyunjin, Felix) // 🫧🫧🫧 (Minho, hyunjin) // 3+1 (3racha)

JACKSON - acts of intimacy // backseat love

JUNGKOOK - on a drug case

TAEMIN - new heights // lazy Sunday // friendship service // bite me // first dates

EUN WOO - say please?

[consume-cs]

free fall (03) ◯○ you call him husband

I rarely pray but I just pray that you’re well | 385 | 🏷️ got7 content | materialist

english isn’t my first language. ot7 scenario. non idol — soft, cute ﷼

lim jaebeom

You’re hanging out with some friends and since the night started, a girl you don’t know is talking too much with your boyfriend. At first, you didn’t mind because it seemed like a normal conversation until you notice her intentions.

“So, you’re single, right?” She assumes, getting closer to him as he tries to tell her no but you just interrupt the conversation.

“He’s actually my husband” You say, holding his hand and smiling nicely to her.

Luckily, the girl apologized immediately and decides to leave you two. You sigh without seeing the smile on Jaebeom’s face.

“You call me husband and you’re jealous too? You’re sexy, honey” He says, kissing your lips and trying to control himself because you’re in public.

mark tuan

Mark is playing in his computer and you want his attention so bad that you decide to call him your husband to see if that works.

“Husband, I’m sleepy” You say getting closer to him at the same time he takes off his earphones.

“What did you say?” He asks moving to your direction and having you between his legs. You act like you don’t know, noticing how it actually works.

“I’m sleepy?”

“No” He grabs your waist and pulls you in his lap. “You know what you said, beautiful”

“Husband?” You look at him seeing his cute smile, noticing how much he likes it.

jackson wang

You’re shopping some gifts to his family since you’re going to visit them in a few days, so you gave him the idea of going to a jewelry store.

He’s watching a couple of necklaces for his mother until something catch your attention. It’s a beautiful necklaces with pink diamonds on the middle and little crystals around its edges.

“Husband, Can you buy me this?” You ask softly since you notice that you called him husband without knowing.

Jackson turns around, focusing on you and walking towards you with a smile.

“So, I’m your husband now, huh?” He says, looking at your red cheeks. “Do it more often, I like it”.

Then, he tells the salesperson to give him the necklace you want.

park jinyoung

You’re watching a movie together and you’re cuddling in the couch with some blankets around. Recently, you saw a video on TikTok where it shows the reaction of her boyfriend calling him husband, so you want to try that with Jinyoung.

“Can you pass me the smoothie, husband?” You ask, pointing the smoothie in the table.

He just take the drink before actually noticing what he heard. “Wait…” He says looking at you with a smile.

“What?” You reply, trying to control the smile that wants to come out.

“That actually sounds good, say that again” He gets closer and kiss your lips, begging you to say that again.

choi youngjae

“Husband!”

A few seconds pass and Youngjae appears at the door of your room with a cute smile. “It’s me, right?” He says excitedly.

“Can you help me with the dress, husband?” You ask, using that word again which makes him flusters.

He walks towards you and hugs you from behind, kissing your cheek.

“So my wife wants me to help her?” He continues, looking at your smile.

“Yes…” You whisper and then you feel Youngjae’s hand around your waist, helping you with your dress.

bambam

You’re going home after a long day of being at his parents’ house. He parks the car in the garage and turns off the car, so he gets out and walks around towards your door.

���Husband, Can you carry me please?” You say softly, feeling a little bit tired to walk.

You hear his laugh, noticing how much he likes it and then he takes you in his arms with your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“I need to hear that more often so maybe I can propose soon” He says, making you scream with excitement.

kim yugyeom

You take your phone recording and put it in the shelf, your boyfriend is sleeping quietly with the blankets wrapped around his bare chest.

You want to see how he reacts of you calling him your husband.

“Husband, husband, babe” You call, touching his face to wake him up.

It takes minutes to wake him up and right after that you see his smile coming out.

“I’m your husband, right?” He says excitedly, pulling you in his arms, making you laugh.

xoxo girl💋…

© consume_cs

[spacequokka]

In My Bed

Pairing: bf!Jackson x Reader Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Suggestive Rating: M Summary: Jackson fell asleep when he planned to surprise you. Word Count: 0.7k, Request Warnings: dry-humping

After a grueling day at work, all you wanted to do once you got home was shower and get in bed. The never-ending stream of conference calls and meetings punctuated with answering emails left you drained mentally and physically. However, when you opened the front door and spotted a familiar pair of sneakers sitting on the shoe rack, you were immediately invigorated.

Jackson was home!

You all but dropped your stuff on the bench as you kicked off your shoes. It was quiet save for the hum of the ice maker in the freezer. Maybe he was asleep? You tiptoed down the hallway and sure enough, the light of your life was laid out across the bed on his stomach using his arms as a pillow. His expression was a picture of serenity as he snuggled your favorite hoodie. Your heart swelled with affection. How does he continue to surprise you with his cute little habits?

There was no telling how long he’d been home, but you needed your hugs and kisses. You crawled over to his side and laid beside him, gently prying his hands away from his head then forcing your way against his chest. In the midst of your shuffling, he woke up groggy and sluggish as he registered what was going on.

“You’re home?” He blinked slowly, then looked at the window. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost five.” Seeing as he was awake, there was no point in being gentle. You rolled him over onto his side and pulled his arms around you. His scent filled your nose, and you sagged with relief, savoring his warmth. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d be home today? I would’ve met you at the airport.”

He chuckled at your whiny tone as he drew you close and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I wanted to surprise you. Actually,” he drew back and kissed your lips, “I wanted to show up at your job and take you out for lunch. I guess I underestimated how tired I was and how much I missed our bed.”

You forced a pout, just barely keeping yourself from smiling. “The bed? What about me?”

“Oh, hush. You know I hate being away from you this long.” He hid his face in your neck. “Why do you insist on being all strong and independent? You could come with me! See the world and join the mile high club and stuff.”

You laughed. “Why do I get the feeling the sex is the motivating factor?”

“No, no. It’s a perk. A bonus, if you will.” He kissed your neck, letting his lips linger. “The motivation is having my beautiful girlfriend with me. It’d be so much better if I could wake up with you in my arms.”

You squirmed against him when his teeth skimmed over your sensitive skin. “I’d ruin your image and hurt your sales.” You bit your lip when his fingers pressed into your skin, holding you still as he put his thigh between yours. “Ah, shit. Wait, Jackie. I need a shower.”

His chuckle made it clear that wouldn’t be happening. “Performing isn’t my only source of income, baby. I can stand to lose a few, especially if it means I get access to you when I get off the stage.” He groaned and pressed his hips against you, drawing your attention to his growing excitement. “It’s been too long since I last had you.”

“But I wanna be squeaky clean for you.” Your squirming only served to increase the friction between your bodies, coaxing him to return the favor by rolling his hips and grinding his erection into your stomach. “Jack, please.”

“Ugh, I hear you.” He loosened his hold. “But if you need one, then so do I.”

With the haze of desire messing with your mind, it took you a minute to process his words. “If we slip and fall in the shower, it’s your fault.”

He smiled wide with glee as he hauled himself to his feet. He held his hand out to you, ignoring the tent that had formed. “I’ll make sure to take the worst of it. Now come on, I need you now before I bust in my pants.”

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

got7 as supermarket cashiers:

jaebeom: glares at the customers if they distract him while working. is never at the checkout counter cause he has to do the manager's job as well

mark: works at his own pace and time. give discounts to customers if they have a cute pet

jackson: knows the names of all the regular customers. WILL nag them to take better care of themselves

jinyoung: gets pocket money from all the aunties and grandmothers that come to the store. rub's that in everyone's face.

youngjae: has headphones in his ears 24/7. gets nervous when he has to check out a long line

bambam: 'borrows' gum and makeup samples from the store. leaves the cash register open to bother yugyeom

yugyeom: cries once a week when customers (or jinyoung) yell at him for being slow

[mymegrokosmos]

You wake up to darkness. The curtains are closed, not even the moonlight peeking through the gaps tonight, and the other side of the bed still empty. You frown as you reach over to the space where you're sure your boyfriend was when you went to sleep. You felt him slip into bed sometime between closing your eyes and actuelly drifting off, that odd little slice of time where reality wasn't quite solid but not quite fluid either.

You stretch and sit up, looking around the bedroom but there's no sign of him here either. So you get up, throwing on the hoodie he left tossed over the back of the chair in the corner yesterday, and padding out into the apartment. You find him in the kitchen.

"Kyeom?"

It's too dark to see the blush on his cheeks as he spins around at the sound of his name but you can picture it anyway. You find yourself smiling even as you rub your eyes and shuffle closer.

"What are you doing? It's..." you glance over at the time, the digital numbers lit up on the front of the oven, and frown. "3am. Kyeom why are you even awake? It's late."

His smile is sheepish and your eyes narrow in suspicion as you step right up to poke at his chest. It’s bare, as usual, and his tattoos are on full display even in the dark like this as he reaches up to run a hand through his hair. It’s already in disarray, like he’s been frustrated for a while, and you wonder how long he's really been awake.

"Babe..."

He sighs and folds you into a hug, swaying back and forth lightly. You melt into his touch. He’s warm and soft and he still smells like the body wash you love from his shower earlier. You wrap your arms around his waist, cheek resting against his chest as you let your eyes close for a moment.

"Kyeomie."

He presses a kiss to the top of your hair and his hands slide down your arms to hold yours as he steps back to show you what, exactly, he’s been up to. You can’t help the smile that lights up your face when you see what he's been working on.

"Oh..."

He clings to your back like a koala, arms wrapped around your waist as his nose nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You know it’s mostly so you can’t see his expression but you don’t need to. The way his fingers play nervously with the strings of the hoodie say everything you need to know about what he’s feeling. You take the hand tugging at them in both of yours, lifting it to your lips and letting them rest against his knuckles.

"This is what you've been hiding from me all week?"

He nods against your shoulder and you squeeze his hand lightly. "I know your birthday isn't for a few weeks but I wanted to practice. Gyu's been helping. I wanted to make sure your actual cake is perfect."

It's just like your sweet, silly boyfriend to overthink even the smallest of details. He’s not a cook, you both know this, but you have faith in the power of Kim Mingyu and his skills in the kitchen. The cake looks cute. It's yellow, his favourite colour, with what you think are meant to be flowers and vines piped along the sides.

It's a little messy and a lot lopsided but frankly, you're impressed with the decorating. You always underestimate his creative skills and ability to pick up new things so quickly.

You can feel his eyes on you, watching for your reaction as you sway in his hold. You turn your head to find big brown eyes wide with worry and quickly lean up to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Kyeom it's lovely."

He scrunches his nose and makes a displeased sound somewhere in the back of his throat. "It’s a mess."

You laugh and shake your head. "No baby. Could it use a little work? Sure. Is it still the cutest thing you've ever done, which is saying a lot because you're incredibly cute daily by the way? Also yes."

He just blinks at you. "I think we need to go get your eyes checked tomorrow."

You consider the cake. "Okay, I'll admit I'm not seeing it in the light of day."

He nods, hand squeezing your waist and pulling you closer against him.

"Can we taste it?"

He considers this. "Right now?"

You shrug. "Why not? We're already awake aren’t we?"

You both look at his masterpiece. "If it’s awful please be nice to me."

You pat his cheek and step away to get two plates down from the cupboard. "No promises. I'm supposed to give honest feedback."

"Yes, about my music or my outfit or the movie we just watched yesterday. Not about my feelings."

He's sulking. You coo, reaching up to pinch one cheek as you set the plates on the counter. You grin when he just pouts at you, arms crossing over his chest. You lean up and press a kiss to the pout, making him smile even as he tries to hold back.

"Sorry. Sorry. I'll blame Gyu for any mistakes then, shall I?"

He nods. "His fault for not being a better teacher."

You just smile and shake you head, letting him nudge you aside to cut you both pieces of cake. "Maybe next time you want to bake something, ask Shua instead."

You hop up onto the counter and let your legs swing as you boyfriend plates up the slices of cake. They look okay from here, no burnt bits that you can see.

"I'd rather not embarrass myself in front of the hyungs thank you. Kook's already had the time of his life taking videos to blackmail me with for years to come."

You grin. "Think he'll share some?"

"If you ask nicely, probably." Yugyeom's betrayed glance has you rocking forward to grip his bicep for support as you laugh so hard you're practically draped over his shoulder. He pouts but one arm slips around your waist to steady your shaking frame and he keeps it there until he's sure you're steady.

You wipe the tears from your eyes and press a kiss to his temple. "Hey, you're cute when you get frustrated. Don't blame me for wanting more content of my adorable boyfriend."

He sighs. "I should never have introduced you to my friends."

You grin and wrap your arms around his neck, cheek pressed to one of his. "Aww, but baby you love that we get along."

"I do." He admits. "And I love that you and my brothers are friends but that’s so many people laughing at me."

You hum, watching his expression as he continues.

"You're supposed to be on my side, not theirs."

You smile softly, hand resting against the side of his neck as your thumb brushes back and forth in a soothing windshield wiper motion against his soft skin.

"I am on your side Kyeomie. Always baby."

He pulls you closer, moving to stand between your thigs, and drops his forehead to rest on your shoulder. You hum softly as his arms come around your waist and you wrap your legs around his. It's silent for a moment and when he looks back at you his expression is soft, unguarded, and unsure. You cup his cheek in your hand, leaning in to kiss him slowly.

"Honey, I'm always on your side. It's our side. Even when I'm laughing at you."

You promise, nose to nose with the man who still makes your heart skip a beat every time he looks at you with those big brown eyes so full of love. Every time he smiles at you like you've done something incredible just because you’re walking in the door after a long day and coming home to him. You let your fingers slide along the nape of his neck and up into his soft hair.

"Next time you need help though, you know you can ask me right?"

He nuzzles his nose against yours. "I didn't want to ruin the surprise."

"Kyeom, you making me a cake is already going to melt my whole heart into a big puddle. I don't need the heart attack waiting to happen of a surprise on top of your sweetness and consideration."

He blinks and shakes his head. "Try the cake first."

You just laugh and pull back, letting him feed you as he keeps his other hand on your hip for reassurance. You try to keep your face straight but he knows you too well. Reads the signs as your brows furrow and you cough after forcing yourself to swallow. He moves to pour you a glass of milk, which you accept gratefully, and sighs.

"It's awful, isn’t it?"

"I wouldn't say it sucks." You try to break the news gently but he isn’t having it.

He takes a bite and immediately spits it back out onto his plate. You bite back a laugh at the way he scrubs a hand over his mouth.

"Baby..."

You just blink at him.

"It’s raw. The whole middle of this cake is entirely raw."

You just grin and cup his face in your hands. "Why don’t we scrap this attempt and try again tomorrow?"

He glances at the clock, turns a glare on the offending cake, and nods. You kiss his cheek until he stops trying to murder the poor pastry with his gaze and turns to pout at you instead.

"I really thought I had it this time. I followed the instructions so well I swear."

You kiss him and pat his arm. "Next time you'll get it I'm sure. We'll make a trip to the store in the morning."

He sighs and helps you down. It doesn't take long to dispose of the offending cake and clean up the kitchen. Yugyeom is still sulking as you take his hand and lead him back to bed.

"I can’t figure out where I went wrong."

You just smile and tug the covers back up over you both. "We'll work that out tomorrow, okay? Together."

He softens at that, glancing over at you. "Together?"

You nod. He finally gives in, curling around your back as you get comfortable.

"Okay then."

The next attempt comes out much better, to both of your delights. You even let Yugyeom talk you into helping him bake one for Jackson next. Mostly for the satisfaction of watching the man open the cake carrier to lay eyes on the intricate blue and red design you two worked so hard on and regret every life decision the minute he asked his first question.

"What's with the butterfly?"

Your boyfriend's whole face lights up at this and you grip Jaebeom's arm to keep from collapsing on the spot.

"Papillon."

That's all it takes for Bam and Youngjae to cheer, running over to see for themselves. Yugyeom bounces on the spot, murmuring the lyrics to himself, and Mark joins you in clutching your stomachs to hold in the laughter. It’s not until Jinyoung, the shit disturber that he is, starts playing the song through the speakers and the dance party begins in the kitchen that you truly lose it.

Youngjae, BamBam and your boyfriend are so thrilled it's cute to see they're still Jackson's biggest fans. It takes you, Mark and Jaebeom together to keep Jackson from smashing his whole face into the cake just to ruin the design and stop them. Jinyoung is not helpful, just clapping for his little brothers' antics and grinning at Jackson's embarrassment.

"I am never teaching any of you how to bake ever again."

"But babyyy..."

"No! Mingyu's turn! I'm done! I can't breathe."

You're not sure your ribs recover until days later and Jackson, as his revenge for your role as accomplice to his embarrassment, makes sure your liver complains for a week.

The way your boyfriend's whole face lights up every time he tells the story is worth the temporary discomfort.

[neomujinjja]

Slow Dancing

"Let's skip," your partner said as they stepped into the kitchen. You hummed in thought before voicing your agreement. While it was a small shame since the both of you were already dressed up but in reality, you were more than happy to stay home.

"Imma go change then."

"Wait," they said, stopping you from exiting the open space. You watched as they fiddled with their phone before soft music came through the speakers. You raised an eyebrow in amusement, barely able to hide the smile growing on your face. Your partner pulled you in close by your waist and the two of you began swaying. "We can just have our own private party; it'd be a pity to change when you look so good tonight." Heat rushed to your cheeks, they could be such a sap. You decided to say nothing in response, instead lessening the small space between you guys. Staring at them with stars in your eyes as you knew you might be the luckiest person alive to be with them.

Taesan of BoyNextDoor, Juyeon of The Boyz, Minho & Felix of Stray Kids, Jaehyun & Hendery of NCT, Jongho of Ateez, Cha Eunwoo of Astro, Woodz, Kihyun of Monsta X, Yugyeom, Suho of EXO

[daemour]

[07.54] Kim Yugyeom

pairing: yugyeom x reader

wc: 452

warnings: none

genre: fluff, established relationship

so many morning timestamps lmaoo sorry one of these days it'll be a different time hehe

happy late birthday yugyeom!! unfortunately ur birthday is over the holidays so i got busy

-

When you awake, you are met with Yugyeom’s serene face. Your breath hitches as his breath brushes your cheek gently. You can’t help but smile at your boyfriend, your hand coming up and brushing against his jawline. Now that he was on break from work, he had gained a little bit of weight and you found it extremely endearing, the way he filled out and softened his edges and glowed healthily. He is soft but even softer in his sleep, and you can feel your heart swell and you lean over to plant a quick, sweet kiss on the apple of his cheek.

Yugyeom shifts slightly in his sleep, his face moving closer and lodging his nose in your collarbone. You giggle at that, his breath tickling your shoulder, but lean your head to the side, pressing even more kisses to his temple. “Morning?” he asks in a rough voice, confused at the sudden affection you are showering upon him.

“Good morning,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. Although he’s still half-asleep, he returns it, throwing his arm around your waist lazily and bringing you closer.

“It’s too early to be up,” he groans and you laugh. “It’s my off day, let me sleep.”

His whining tone only serves to make your smile grow even fonder and you press another kiss to the tip of his nose. “You’re sweet,” you hum, shifting to let your hands cup his face and offer him more kisses. “I’m happy I get to be with you.”

Yugyeom’s eyes blink open, a little more awake now as his lips pull into a sweet smile. “I’m glad too, babe, but what’s up with you? You’re super lovey-dovey today.”

You shrug the best you can with his arms around you and your arms around him. “I’m just feeling very fond of you today,” you say, kissing him once again. “I don’t know why, I just woke up and wanted to give you some love.”

Yugyeom hums, his eyes fluttering close as you kiss him again and again, peppering it all over his face. “I love you,” he murmurs, brain falling back asleep and your heart blooms at the sight. “Let’s get married.”

He clearly didn’t register his words quite yet, falling back asleep so quickly, leaving you to stare at your lover in disbelief. Not negative, of course, just unexpected. You loved him, and you know he loved you, but you weren’t sure if marriage would ever be on the table for you two. With your smile growing soft, you press a kiss to his forehead and cuddle up next to him once more.

“Let’s,” you whisper into his hair, a promise full of hope and love.

[kpopimaginings]

Someone Like You - Jackson Wang

A/N: This wasn’t requested, just a little idea that popped into my head! (And Jackson friends-to-lovers is my weakness)

You hated this. Jackson was your best friend, so you loved that he could come to you with anything, but when it was yet another person who wasn't right for him, you hated it.

Jackson had always had such a big heart, but he let people in too easily sometimes. He would fall so quickly that often whoever he was seeing didn't feel the same way. Or, unfortunately, in some cases they were interested for the wrong reasons.

Whatever it was that caused it, things would always end with a heartbroken Jackson crying to you about it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked Jackson.

The minute he turned up at your door with red eyes you knew. You pulled him to your sofa where you were now sat with a crying Jackson leaning on your shoulder.

"I just don't get it," he sobbed. "What do I do wrong?"

"I don't know, Jacks," you said, trying to comfort him. "You're perfect as far as I'm concerned."

He let out a chuckle and a sniff as he sat up and tried to clean his face. "I'm sure I don't look perfect."

You fought the urge inside you to tell Jackson exactly how perfect he was to you. You'd had a crush on him for a while that you just couldn't shake, but right now he needed a friend.

"What did she say?" you asked, trying to get to the bottom of the heartbreak so you could comfort your friend.

He gave a little shrug and shook his head. "She didn't like me," he muttered.

"Then you didn't do anything wrong," you explained.

"No, it's not..."

You could tell he wanted to tell you what had happened but was struggling to get the words out. Sitting silently you let him take his time.

"She liked the idea of me, of my job, my money," he admitted softly.

"This is why I said before you get too attached they need to meet me and/or your mum. We'll be your screening process!"

Instead of answering he leant into you again, this time wrapping his arms around you. You happily returned the embrace, giving him a comforting squeeze.

"Why can't I just find someone who likes me for me? Who will be there for me like I want to be there for them?"

You sucked in a deep breath as you bit your tongue yet again. Honestly, without confessing you didn't know what to say.

"Someone who..." Jackson looked up at you then, his puppy eyes so watery you felt a twinge in your heart. "Someone like you."

Well that comment was doing nothing to quell your crush. The pair of you seemed to freeze in the moment, each second guessing what the other might be thinking.

Without warning, Jackson threw caution to the wind and leant up, pressing his lips to yours.

Your common sense kicked in quickly and you pulled back.

"Wait," you said.

Jackson swore under his breath and withdrew completely.

"No, wait," you encouraged.

"I always fuck up, see, it's just who I am."

"Jackson," you snapped.

He stopped what he was saying and looked at you.

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you back-"

"But?" he interrupted with a sigh, knowing it was coming.

"But, are you sure this is the right time? You just got out of a relationship. I'm here for you completely, but I don't want to be a rebound."

"Wait, wait. Hold on, can we back up? You said you want to kiss me? You arent objecting because you dont like me back?"

You chuckled. "You know that wasn't the important bit of what I said."

"Ok, but..." he pried, trying to get more information out of you.

"Fine, I've had a crush on you for ages, but you've needed me there, well, we've needed each other, and I wasn't going to risk that by confessing. I know what you've been through the last couple of years and I wasn't about to let you struggle alone because of a dumb crush."

"You're literally everything I said I wanted," Jackson explained, now edging closer to you again. "You've been there for me through everything, and honestly, I feel a connection with you beyond what I've felt with any other friend. You should know I will always care about you more than a rebound." He gently took your hand. "Maybe I went about this the wrong way, but I want to be with you."

"I want to be with you too," you admitted. "Just, maybe, let's take it a bit slower?"

Jackson nodded enthusiastically.

With a smile you leant in a pecked a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling him back in to rest against you.

"Feeling happier now?" you asked him.

"Yes," he replied simply and snuggled his head against you.

You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face as you held Jackson close. Never again would have you have to worry about him turning up on your doorstep heartbroken. You were planning on taking good care of his heart now you knew he was willing to let you in.

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

[bb-bambam]

Acting Up

"I know what you're doing, you know," Jaebeom says as Jinyoung saunters into the living room wearing uncharacteristically skimpy pajamas. Granted, a "skimpy" outfit for Jinyoung consists of shorts that don't quite reach his knees and a shirt that rides up slightly to reveal a sliver of his stomach when he raises his arms - but it's unusual and distracting enough that Jaebeom can't possibly not notice.

"And what exactly am I doing?" Jinyoung asks, settling on the couch and lifting his legs to rest them on Jaebeom's thighs. He's gotten quite good at controlling his expression as his acting skills have grown over the years, but he'll never be able to hide his emotions from Jaebeom, who prides himself on being the only person capable of reading Jinyoung under any and all circumstances. For instance, right now, Jinyoung's nonchalant demeanor makes it obvious that he's feeling restless and suggests that were he not intent on feigning innocence, he would probably be pouting.

"You're trying to get back at me," Jaebeom says, setting his book aside so he can gently massage Jinyoung's ankles instead. His intention when Jinyoung walked in was to only give him a cursory glance, to not get drawn away from his book, but now that Jinyoung is here, he finds that it's an impossibility. Then again, he challenges anyone to give more attention to a book when their beautiful significant other is being alluring and seductive on purpose.

Jinyoung raises an eyebrow. "Get back at you?" His tone is so perfectly offended and incredulous that it just confirms that Jaebeom is completely right. "That implies that you did something to upset me in the first place. And you would never do that to your soulmate, would you?"

"Only for a good reason," Jaebeom says, fighting a smile.

"There are good reasons to upset me, now?" Jinyoung looks even more affronted, and Jaebeom almost laughs out loud at how blatantly Jinyoung is enjoying this exchange.

He manages to keep it in, though, and shrugs dismissively instead. "Sure there are. Just like there are good reasons to hold off on having sex until promotions are over." He works the knots out of Jinyoung's calves as he offers Jinyoung an innocent smile. "Which, of course, is why you're upset to begin with."

"Pretty confident about that, aren't you?" Jinyoung pretends to check his fingernails, once again silently affirming that Jaebeom is spot on.

"Pretty confident, yeah," Jaebeom says wryly. "Considering you've been acting up ever since I suggested it."

Jinyoung meets his eyes and flashes a sugary-sweet smile. "Well, I think anyone would be upset at the implication that they can't handle a little soreness while performing," he says. "What, I hit thirty and suddenly I can't take it anymore?"

Jaebeom can't stop himself from breaking into a smile this time. "Oh, you think I said it because of you?" he asks, amused. "How self-centered. I was actually worrying about my back and knees."

"You're thirty-one, not eighty-one, hyung," Jinyoung says, making a show of rolling his eyes. "I forgot that you like to cosplay as an old man."

"Are you saying you aren't concerned for my frail and aging body?" Jaebeom heaves a dismayed sigh, arranging his face in a disbelieving expression. "It's truly the ones closest to you who hurt you the most."

Jinyoung crosses his arms, and Jaebeom can hear the pout in his voice even though he manages to keep it off his face. "It's not like me riding you requires you to do anything. I do all the work anyway."

Jaebeom shakes his head fondly. "You really are a bit of a brat, aren't you?" He pats Jinyoung's shin reassuringly. "Here. I promise once promotions are over you can ride me for a day straight, if you want to."

"Wow," Jinyoung says. The hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth is the only crack in his otherwise unaffected facade. "You think your frail and aging body handle that?"

"Guess you'll have to wait and find out," Jaebeom says, huffing out a laugh. "But until then, please rein it in a little."

The look of puzzlement on Jinyoung's face is picture-perfect and not even remotely convincing to Jaebeom. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm sure," Jaebeom murmurs, unable to keep himself from leaning in for a kiss. "I'm sure it's just a coincidence that you took a picture of yourself braced suggestively against the wall, and it's also just a coincidence that you were being a menace and targeting me the whole time during our relay dance. There was nothing behind any of it at all."

"There wasn't," Jinyoung breathes against Jaebeom's lips as he wraps his arms around Jaebeom's shoulders. "But since we're here now, I'm going to hold you to your promise. You said a day straight."

"I guess I did," Jaebeom says, tugging Jinyoung further onto his lap and kissing him again. "And I would never break a promise to my soulmate."

[pars-ley]

End of year prompt game!

I'm in the mood to write some drabbles, so please feel free to send me an ask or a message for a request, following the rules below:

Choose one member (from BTS or GOT7)

Choose up to two prompts from the list below

If you choose from the smut section there will be smut in it. Please do not send me a smut prompt request if you are not 18+

This will be written from the female reader point of view.

Prompts:

Fluff-

“I am yours wholeheartedly, and I want you to be mine.”

“I have waited years to hear you say those words.”

“I cannot imagine anyone else I'd rather do life with.”

“I've been in love with you for longer than I'd care to admit.”

“I will love you every day, for the rest of my life.”

“You have my whole damn heart, take it, it's yours.”

Angst-

7. “Does he make you feel the way I can? If he does, tell me and I'll leave.”

8. “Do you think about him? When you're with me I mean, do you wish I was him?”

9. “Don't think I didn't see the way you were flirting with him.”

10. “Don't lie to me, please, I can't take it. Just tell me the truth.’

11. “If you don't want me anymore, just say, please, just put me out of my misery.”

12. “Tell me you still love me, please; I know I fucked up, but please don't go.”

13. “I know I don't deserve you, but I can't let you go; I need you.”

14. “Do you enjoy tormenting me? Because that's how it feels right now?”

15. “I'm not enough for you. I've never been enough and I'll never be enough.”

16. “I've been here all along, through everything, not him. So why does he get to have you and I don't?”

17. “I don't know how to live without you in my life…but more than that; I don't want to.”

18. “I won't sit on the sidelines anymore, waiting for you to realise what I'm offering you.”

Smut-

19. “You'll have to beg if you want me to touch you.”

20. “Don't even think about closing your eyes, I don't want you to be thinking about anything but me.”

21. “Good girls get to come, have you been good?”

22. “If you want something, baby, you have to ask.”

23. “Look how wet you are, is that just for me or is that because of him?”

24. “I won't stop until you’re whimpering my name.”

25. “That's it, take all of me, like such a good girl.”

26. “I need you, right here, right now. I can't deny it anymore.”

27. “Did you miss me? Did you miss me fucking you?”

28. “No one can make you feel like I do, no one knows your body the way I do.”

29. “I will explore your body all night long if you let me.”

30. “I want to bury myself between your thighs until the sun comes up.”

Thank you

[shadowkoo]

mini requests

open | CLOSED

Hi! I'm opening my requests for the first time in nearly three years! I'm hoping by doing this sort of drabble game / mini fic requests that I can ease my way back into writing after my long hiatus. If you are interested in sending in a request, please continue reading for all the details. Thank you!

Rules + Requirements :

Follow me (if you are not already)

Reblog this post (boosts are appreciated)

Must be 18+ (minors please dni)

To Request:

Choose a group & member (1 only please)

Pick a genre (max of 3)

Select a prompt (max of 2)

Visit my askbox and use a similar format like this: "Can I request Taehyung (BTS) fluff, smut, and coworkers au with prompt #4"

*please make sure that you include the group in parenthesis after stating which member you're requesting

Groups + Members:

BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay

NCT - Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Ten, Winwin, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, Jisung

SVT - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol

GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae

ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun

STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

Genres + AUs:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Friends with benefits

Roommates

College

Coworkers

Meet Cute

Meet Ugly

Athlete (you may specify in your request)

Exes

Idol

*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)

Prompts:

"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

"Did you see that?" "See what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

"This is why no one likes you."

"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."

"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.

Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.

A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits alone in a dingy motel room. The kitten stares at him affectionately, oblivious to the danger they both are in. Oblivious to the mess it caused.

It happened concurrently, and so quickly. The moon started getting closer and brighter in the sky, and you started hearing them in the radio static.

With a palpable fury, the demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"

They held out a hand, an echo of the melody playing from their fingertips. "The world seems to dance to your tune," they spoke, their voice a captivating blend of amusement and intrigue. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions.

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.

Free Space - send in your own prompt! Please keep it relatively short!

Disclaimers:

Not every request may be fulfilled, it is up to my discretion.

Word count may vary between requests (300 to 3k, etc.).

Unless requested otherwise, all fics will be written as female reader insert.

Please refer to the top of the original post to know whether requests are open or closed (reblogs may show something different).

Things I will NOT write: suicide, self-harm, animal abuse, underage sex, pedophilia, incest, vore, rape, non-consensual, or dubious sex.

[mykoreanlove]

lucky encounter

„I can’t believe you dragged me along to this”, you huffed out in annoyance.

“Love and Light! Namaste! Welcome!”

A woman dressed in boho chic handed you a flyer, ushering you into the venue. In here, it smelled like patchouli and false promises.

“What? We need this”, your best friend encouraged you, clearly brainwashed by all those delulu videos she has seen.

“No, we don’t?”, you snapped at her.

“Just get in, y/n”, she pushed you while rolling her eyes.

The venue was filled with girls - various girls that were desperately seeking for love. You took a good glance at them, wondering how pathetic you had to be to come here voluntarily.

“Girls, listen up. I salute you”, the boho chic lady started preaching emotionally.

“You’ve been through it all. The games, the lies, the heartbreak. Each time you let down your walls and really opened up to someone, you got let down. Abandoned. Rejected. Cheated on!”

The crowd was agreeing, everybody was shaking their heads and wiping away tears.

“It’s like no matter how hard you try; you just can’t win at love. Isn’t that right?”

“YES!”, they all agreed with her.

“It’s like no matter how hard you try; you are never good enough. Isn’t that right?”

“YES!”, they agreed again.

“It’s like no matter how many affirmations you recite or script or buy crystals; it just never works. Isn’t that right?

“YES!”, they agreed.

“The fuck is this cult..”, you muttered under your breath before getting up.

“Where are you going?”, your friend muttered under her breath.

“I’m not staying here, sorry”, you turned around and got up hastily.

“Oh, I see we have someone that doesn’t need our help”, the boho lady said.

The venue fell quiet as all heads turned, dozens of prying eyes on your back.

“Shit”, you mumbled before turning around.

“I just-“, you mumbled before she interrupted you.

“You don’t need help with your love life, I guess?”

Her tone was condescending, irking you the wrong way.

“No, I-“

“You don’t need my help?”, her eyes pierced through you. Her menacing vibe made you feel uneasy, your hands started to shake.

“I was just joking. You wouldn’t be here if you were already partnered with the love of your life”, she mocked.

The crowd started laughing, agreeing with the condescending leader.

“Does she think she’s better than us?”

“What a cocky bitch!”

“No wonder she’s single.”

You felt the rage bubbling up inside of you, even though she was right. You were single, you always were. But still – why was she talking to you like that? And why were the others agreeing with her?

As you felt the rage building, a tall, mysterious stranger stepped forward from the crowd. His piercing gaze met yours as he spoke up confidently: “Actually, she might not need your help because she already has me.”

A surprised smile crossed your face as you locked eyes with this unexpected encounter, intrigued by the possibility of finding love in the unlikeliest of places.

The crowd fell silent, too shocked by this revelation. Even the boho lady watched in surprise, cursing herself for messing this up.

“This is your boyfriend?”, she finally said out loud.

Was this mysterious stranger your boyfriend? Hell, no. But whatever he was, you were drawn to him like a moth to the flame. You found yourself drawn to his enigmatic presence, curious to learn more about him and the connection that seemed to have sparked between you.

“Yeah”, you muttered.

“I told you I didn’t need this”, you spat triumphantly.

The boho lady pursed her lips, trying to conceal her anger. You made your way to him, stretching out your hand while flashing him your loveliest smile.

“Wanna go?”

His cheeks reddened, only slightly. You felt yourself smiling – God, he was cute. You took another glance at him. He was handsome as the devil. Sweet as honey. Taller than you. His eyes golden, warm and inviting. A killer smile, enticing you to run away with him.

I didn’t say his name, but he popped into your head, didn’t he?

[consume-cs]

free fall (03) ◯○ when you’re drunk

everything is blue, his hair… | ROLE MODEL | 🗝️ got7 content | materialist

english isn’t my first language. ot7 scenario. non idol — you just drunk ﷼

lim jaebeom

You’re at the restaurant having a girl’s dinner and you’ve drank a couple glasses of wine since you arrived, without noticing how drunk you are.

Since you’re dizzy, one of your friends called Jaebeom to pick you up. Then, your boyfriend appears, grabbing your bag and taking you out of the restaurant.

“Babyyy” You say lovingly while you try to walk on your high heels.

Jaebeom decides to carry you in his arms as a princess since you can’t even walk properly. “Why do you wear these high heels knowing that your feet’s are hurting?” He complains looking at you.

You just smile, kissing his lips quickly. “Because I look pretty” He smiles and continue his way to the car.

mark tuan

Doesn’t like when you’re drunk because he knows how much you hate throwing up, so he tries to remind you to not drink too much, but at the end of the day you ended up being drunk.

He knows when you want to throw up because you hold his hand and start to hyperventilate. He guides to the bathroom and stays by your side, tying your hair in a ponytail and rubbing your back.

“It’s okay, babe” He says to comforts you because of your emethophobia. Cleans your tears and kiss your back at the same time you try to fight against it.

At the end, he hugs you and helps you to clean your hands and mouth.

jackson wang

After going to a party, you end up being drunk and start to be very talkative, which have made Jackson laugh. Nonetheless, if he lets you, you can easily disappear from his sight so that’s why he carries you in his shoulder on your way home.

“Why did we leave? It was funny” You complain, touching his butt occasionally.

“Princess, you were jumping around everyone and laughing like a crazy. It was funny for you but some people were scared” He said going upstairs.

You laugh loudly, moving and smiling. “Even though, it was funny”

“Stop moving” He says, smacking your ass.

“Babe!”

park jinyoung

He’s so sweet and patient with you.

You ended up sleeping in his arms at the back seat on the way home, totally dozed off after the party. Even if he’s worried, he let’s you have fun and drink how much you want because he knows that you’ve been stressed the last couple months.

He carries you in his back and leaves you in the bed while he takes out your heels, jewelry and makeup, doing it slowly so you don’t wake up.

He kiss your forehead and sleeps by your side, paying attention in case you want to throw up.

choi youngjae

Whenever you get drunk, you become the most lovely person and even more if you’re with your boyfriend. You two decided to have a date and after a couple of glasses of wine, you’re drunk.

“My loveeee” You call him, reaching his hand and kissing it, making him smile.

“Honey, let me pay for this and we can go” He says quietly but you just hug his back.

He helps you to get in the car and put his jacket on you while you kiss his face, leaving red marks all over.

After that, the car ride is calm because you fell sleep as soon as you got inside, making him smile.

bambam

Might be drunk too.

But if he’s drunk too, he’s still protecting you from other men actions in the club.

You dance for him while he’s recording and you can hear his laugh in the video. “Baby, do it again” He says with a smile, being ready to record you.

You two have fun but if he sees a man looking at you with other intentions, he pulls you back to his side, letting the man know that you have a boyfriend.

At the way home, he takes advantage of you sleeping in his chest to take some photos and show you the next day.

kim yugyeom

Can be a little drunk too but he makes sure you stay by your side. You two went out with your friends for a dinner and you’ve been drinking a couple beers together, but he knows how easily you can get drunk.

He puts his hand in your tight, taking your beer out of your hand. “I think it’s enough” He says quietly, kissing your cheek quickly.

You sigh feeling a little hot, resting your head in his shoulder. “You wanna go now?” He asks, noticing your tiredness.

After you said yes, Yugyeom takes you out of the restaurant and drive you home, helping you to undress yourself. Then, you two sleep together.

xoxo girl💋…

© consume_cs

[spacequokka]

It's the (Right) Time

Pairing: Jaebeom x Reader Genre: fluff, humor Rating: G Summary: Doing the White Elephant gift exchange with Jay B and the boys. Word Count: 0.6k Warnings: None, just meme7 doing their thing.

A/N: Can you guess which song the title came from?

"Play White Elephant with us," they said. "It'll be fun," they said. Honestly, you should've known better considering who was involved. Since when has GOT7 done anything with an ounce of control? The second the last person invited to BamBam's place walked through the door, drinks were passed out and chaos ensued. You ended up sitting cross-legged in a circle with the boys, clutching your carefully wrapped package—a vintage record player you found at a flea market—hoping it wouldn't be the most memorable gift for all the wrong reasons. It wasn't impossible to find vinyl records…right? You added it to the pile while the guys fought over snacks and refills.

"Number seven!" BamBam called out with way too much enthusiasm, waving the little paper slip. You took it with trembling hands. Seven, last pick. That could ever be really good or really bad. You crossed your fingers.

Jackson was practically vibrating with excitement then drew number one. "First pick! The universe loves me!" He kissed the slip of paper then crawled forwards on his knees to survey the pile of presents in the middle of the circle. Each one was wrapped in different patterns of holiday paper, but the designs chosen hinted at who wrapped what. After much deliberation and dramatic pointing, Jackson went for a small box wrapped in silver.

The game moved quickly after that. Youngjae picked a tall gift back and found a mini karaoke machine inside, which Mark immediately stole. Jinyoung carefully selected a medium-sized box that turned out to be a rare book collection, which made his eyes light up. BamBam ended up with a designer scarf after three different steals, and Yugyeom somehow landed a set of limited edition Deadpool plushies.

Then it was Jay's turn, right before yours. He studied the remaining two gifts with that intense focus he usually reserves for reviewing song lyrics. His gaze landed on your package and you held your breath. The record player would be a perfect fit for him--you lowkey picked it with him in mind, knowing he already had a collection.

"This one," he muttered as he reached for your gift. Of course.

You watched as he carefully peeled back the paper, his eyes widening when he realized what it was. "No way," he breathed, running his fingers over the vintage wood. "This is…this is incredible." It's the look in his eyes that does it, a tender joy that leaves him with a barely there smirk.

You're last and there's only one gift left—a squishy package wrapped in red and gold. For a minute you panic. Soft gifts in a game of White Elephant can mean trouble. Inside, you find the softest fleece hoodie you've ever touched, clearly oversized and perfect for winter.

"That was mine," Jay scoots closer to you. When you look up, he's smiling gently in a way that makes his eyes crinkle. "Seems fair, doesn't it? You got my gift, I got yours."

"Did you know?" you ask, wondering if somehow he'd guessed which present you bought.

He nods, still smiling. "As their leader, it's my job to keep an eye on everything going on." He glances at the record player then back at you. "How did you know I've been looking for one exactly like this?"

"I didn't! I saw it—"

"Okay, but can we talk about how I ended up with socks? Socks?!" Jackson launched himself across the circle at Mark. "I trusted you!"

The room erupted with laughter. Jay caught your eye again, mouthing a silent "thank you" before getting to his feet to wrangle Jackson back to the couch. You pulled on the new hoodie. It smelled faintly of vanilla and coffee, just like him. Sometimes the best gifts are the ones you don't plan for.

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

got7 as my aura loss moments:

Mark: burned a pot while boiling water

Jaebeom: fought with a friend over a chair and won don't ask but the moment i sat down, the whole thing crumbled to pieces it was made of WOOD i-

Jackson: tried to match someone's positive energy and ended up in a shouting match with them

Jinyoung: got caught making a disgusted face at someone

Youngjae: released our pet turtles into a lake and later pretended to be surprised when the local newspaper took a photo of them and claimed that species were coming back to that area

Bambam: got chased by a goose

Yugyeom: while going out, a piece of bark fell from a tree and smacked me straight in the face. I thought a stone hit me 😭

[mymegrokosmos]

"And l'll be on the way in the middle of the night. There's something in the way you be running my mind. If you want me to stay for the rest of my life. You got me, you got me."

Just a little Jayb drabble inspired by middle of the night by Monsta X bc these lyrics won't get out of my brain today.

You blink and take a minute to open your eyes, the sunlight is faint this morning through the curtains of your bedroom window and you smile as the arm draped around your waist tightens a little at your slight movement. The breath on the back of your neck is still steady and you know he’s still asleep as you roll over to face your husband, pausing for a moment just to study his sleeping face. You barely get to see it so peaceful these days. He's been working so hard lately and all his important deadlines have been rushing up to meet you both. You reach up to smooth your thumb over his cheek, smiling to yourself as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose and finally drag yourself out of bed.

It's hard. He's warm and the weight of his arm around you feels right. You'd love nothing more than to stay, let yourself indulge a little, and go back to sleep cuddled up against his chest but you know if you linger you'll never leave. He slid into bed late last night so instead of waking him to shower together you let him sleep. He could use the extra thirty minutes. He's stirring when you step back out of your shared ensuite, and you stop for a minute to watch. It’s cute the way he tugs the blanket closer and nuzzles into your pillow, already more on your side of the bed than his own. You smile to yourself as you dress and silently slip out to the kitchen.

It's harder to be quiet here. The coffee machine makes more noise than you'd like but there's nothing you can do about that so you just hope he'll sleep through it a little longer. You’re humming to yourself as you make breakfast for two, checking your watch to make sure you're not losing track of time as you cook. You hear hum shuffling around as the omelettes start to sizzle in the pan and shake your head. He always knows when you've gotten up first and you never manage to actually finish your plans. That's okay, you think, sipping at your first cup of coffee as the shower turns on. You’re not in a rush.

Your phone sits docked at the small portable speaker, his playlist going as you cook. It was his idea, something about how you're alwaya dancing around the kitchen singing to yourself anyway and he wanted to keep seeing it. You shake your head at the thought and it’s just as you're plating everything up that you feel his hands on your hips.

You don’t even try to hold back your smile as warm lips press softly against your neck, just once, and gentle hands fix the hem of your blouse. You lean into his solid chest as his hands smooth down your sides and come to rest around your waist, his cheek finding a home against your temple. He presses a kiss there too and you turn off the stove, one hand coming to rest over his forearm.

You stroke your thumb over his skin, squeezing once at the tanned expanse of arm revealed by the rolled up sleeves of his button down and tilt your head back to meet his brown eyes.

They soften as his expression melts into a small smile and you can’t help leaning up to kiss him, turning in his arms and grabbing his mug off the counter as you step back a bit.

"Good morning."

You can already see the amusement glinting in his eyes. "Good morning handsome."

He smiles as he takes the cup from you, one hand resting on your hip as he leans back against the counter and takes a sip. "What's all this?"

"Well, I was going to make my lovely husband breakfast in bed this morning since he's been so run off his feet lately but someone had other ideas."

He's grinning at you over the brim of his mug, hand squeezing your waist and sliding up to rest against your lower back instead. "Sorry honey."

He's not. You both know he isn’t. You shake your head and his hand presses against your back, inching you closer. "You have absolutely no regrets about ruining my plans this morning."

He sets the coffee on the counter, other hand coming up to brush your hair back out of your face. His eyes don't leave your lips as he tucks the hair behind your ear and smooths his thumb over your jaw. "Nope."

You bite back your smile but he catches it anyway. He always does.

"Lim Jaebeom."

You don’t get a chance to scold him further because he leans in and steals your breath with a kiss then. You know he’s distracting you but it’s working, so you let him. When he finally pulls back, one hand cupping your cheek, you sigh softly but the smile on his face is radiant.

"You're so lucky I love you Jae."

"I'll fix your makeup."

"I don't care about my makeup."

You tug him the slightest bit closer by the belt looped through his black slacks and he chuckles, breath ghosting over your lips. "Breakfast is going to get cold."

"We'll live."

You let him kiss you again, this time forgetting why you were annoyed to begin with, and when he pulls back to look at you the love in his expression melts away any anger. You mirror him this time, hand coming up to cup his face. He leans into your touch and lets his hands fall away as you take a step back.

"Breakfast first. If you're late today Jinyoung is never letting me hear the end of it and I promised your brothers I wouldn't kill him."

Jaebeom's laughter echoes, warmth spilling through your chest with the sound, as he pecks your forehead softly and moves to take the plates to your small kitchen table. "Well, we can’t have you breaking your promises honey."

"We could. I would just like to go at least one week this time. Please."

He's still smiling as you take your seats and start to eat. "So, what project are you working on today my love?"