#got7smut

[mykoreanlove]

when we were us

„Come on, y/n. This is going to be an amazing night!“

Henri dragged you into the bar excitedly while searching the place for his friend Jackson.

You had been in the city for almost three months and your friend still had no idea of your innuendos with Jackson. You had not heard from him in weeks and would have loved to keep it that way, however Henri was persistent and dragged you to the party.

The place was packed with people, loud music and alcohol all over.

„Henri, I’m gonna go freshen up. I’ll find you in a minute“, you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Hands gripping the marble sink tightly, you took a deep breath and talked to yourself in the mirror.

„You’re going to get through this, y/n. Just be nice and talk to the others. It’s going to be okay.“

You made your way back to the bar and found them instantly: Henri was sitting next to J, and opposite of them was Jackson.

„Hey guys“, you greeted cheerfully and waved your hand.

„Whoa y/n, I haven’t seen you in forever! You look gorgeous!“, J chimed in.

You sat down next to Jackson and smiled, happy yet nervous to see your old pals.

Jackson turned his head and leaned over to you, smiling shyly: „So, how’s the city been treating you so far?“

You shuddered at his presence. His rich scent intoxicated you all over. You took a good look at him - he looked skinnier, paler, his hair got longer and lighter, he was wearing it in slight waves now. You wished you would be indifferent when looking at him, but parts of you still longed for his love.

„You know how it is“, you brushed him off swiftly and went to the bar.

Jackson nodded silently, jaw clenched and took a big gulp of his drink, understanding that you were done with him.

You tried your best to avoid him all night - you mingled with Henri and his other friends, met new people and took social breaks outside and it worked. Jackson didn’t cloud your mind most of the times, fortunately so.

„Guys, let’s head back to Jackson‘s place like last time. Remember your first night here, y/n?“, Henri cheered intoxicated yet happily.

You averted your gaze, not being able to look at Jackson. That night back then was the first time that you had hooked up - unintentionally but the attraction between the two of you was just too strong.

„Okay, let’s go“, Jackson got up and shooed you out of the bar.

You were trying to make up an excuse but before you could say anything Jackson whispered into your ear, making that decision for you.

„The night bus isn’t driving anymore, don’t even think about it.“

You found yourself squeezed in the back of a cab between J and Jackson, just like the last time. Only then you felt butterflies tumbling in your stomach whereas now your whole body felt tense. Quickly, you took a glimpse at Jackson‘s hands - they were curled into fists. Was he just as uncomfortable as you were?

The next hours were spent in his apartment, drinking and laughing, reminiscing about the old days and dreaming of future plans. You did your best to relax and overplay your nerves, and luckily no one noticed.

„Guys, I’m going to bed. Night!“, Henri declared as he got up and walked into Jackson‘s bedroom.

„Yeah, me too. This time I’ll sleep in there, too. Not making the same mistake twice with you out here“, J chuckled and followed Henri, closing the door behind him.

Once again, panic arose within you. You had done your best to avoid Jackson all night but now you had to sleep next to him, alone?

„You want my shirt?“, he asked calmly while holding out a fresh, black shirt for you.

You took it thankfully and changed before falling onto the mattresses he had arranged in his living room.

Jackson was lying next to you - you felt the heat radiating off his body. Every cell in you wanted to touch him but you knew it was wrong. You had been burned by him way too often.

Quickly, you turned around, your back to him and closed your eyes.

„Night, Jackson.“

A deep sigh escaped his lips, this whole ordeal was weighing heavily on him.

„You’re mad at me, aren’t you?“

You held your breath, unsure if you should reply.

„That’s why you’ve been avoiding me all night. Right?“

You chose to stay silent.

„Y/N.“

The plead in his voice was too much to bear, so you turned around and faced him.

„Yeah. I am.“

Jackson‘s eyes turned darker, filled with remorse and regret.

„I’m sorry, y/n.“

„What are you sorry for?“

„For hurting you“, he said softly.

„Yeah, whatever“, you turned around annoyed.

„No, y/n, really. I’m sorry for how it went down between you and me.“

All the anger, all the rage you had been swallowing the past weeks resurfaced and wanted to come out. Frantically, you turned around once more.

„Cut the BS, Jackson. I liked you. You know that I liked you and I wanted to get to know you more. But for you it was only about fucking the new foreigner or whatever. Was it fun leading me on? Getting my hopes up?“, you spat in frustration.

„It was never about fucking the new foreigner, y/n“, he declared calmly.

Jackson let out a deep sigh, trying to find the right words to make it up to you.

„I felt this immense attraction right from the beginning. I was so into you the moment I saw you in that bar. You may not have planned our first hookup that night but I had been fantasising about it ever since I laid eyes on you“, he explained for the first time.

„And after that I tried my best to stay away from you but I couldn’t. I mean look at you, how could I have resisted you? So I ended up at your place, sleeping with you again.“

Flashbacks of that night came into your mind - his hot lips on your neck, his big hands on your waist and his lean body over yours.

„But you heard me say that I couldn’t be with you. I did a whole soul striptease and told you how fucked up I am. I told you how every girl cheated on me and how that broke me. I told you to find someone else, y/n.“

You gulped as you remembered the night Jackson opened up about his love life. He even told you the story of his last girlfriend, the one he wanted to marry, but found out she was cheating on him while moaning someone else’s name during sex. You remembered clearly how little he felt when he let you in on his dark past.

If that had been the last interaction with him you would have understood. But it wasn’t.

„You told me to find someone new but every time we ran into each other you behaved like you wanted me, Jackson. Remember how you kept talking about taking me out on dates? Like every single time we met after you were imagining us going out, telling me about all the places you wanted to take me. Which you never did. Why did you say that shit in the first place?“

„Because I can’t resist you. When I’m with you I feel like I can trust you and trust in love and I want to touch you and kiss you and worship you in every way. I want to show you off and make sure that everyone knows that the greatest girl in the world is mine. But when I’m alone, when I come back to my senses I realise that this could never happen. I cannot give my heart to you, y/n. I can’t risk getting hurt again.“

A deep silence filled the room.

„I’m just too damaged for love, y/n.“

You were searching for the right words but got interrupted by his silent sniffles.

„Jackson, are you crying?“

He didn’t need to say anything since you already understood his being.

You opened your arms and embraced him, holding him tightly while he was crying.

„Do you know that you’re not even my type, Jackson? You’re not the one I normally go for however when I saw you, I felt this strong pull towards you. A very strong pull that I couldn’t deny. And I asked myself why was that? Why am I so attracted to this guy?“

You paused briefly.

„It’s because you feel like warmth. You feel like sunshine to me. And when we were at my place and you told me about your past and all the hurt I realised why I want you in the first place. Because you’re like me, Jackson.“

Jackson looked up at you with big eyes, not understanding what you were implying.

„You and I are very similar. We both got hurt badly and never got over it. And because of that we decided to build a protective shield around us, one that is super bubbly and positive. A shield that is so different from the real pain we feel on the inside. A shield that is so convincing that nobody would even dare to think we feel unhappy on the inside. And when I realised that you were doing the same as me I felt this strong connection towards you. Like I saw myself in you.“

It felt good to finally get that off your chest.

Jackson wiped away one of his tears before answering.

„Believe me or not but you are the first person to ever see that. See me“, he admitted.

„Really?“

He nodded silently.

„You and I are not similar though, y/n. You’re braver than me.“

Now you were the one looking at him puzzled.

„Am I?“

„Yeah. You didn’t shut your heart off to love. You’d still give it a go. But I can’t do that anymore. I can’t risk getting my heart broken anymore.“

Each word of his was filled with deep sadness, tearing at your heart.

„You know I can’t promise you to never break your heart. All I could promise is that I would have treated it with the most care in the world.“

Jackson nuzzled his head onto your chest and hugged you tightly, knowing that this would be the last time he’d ever get the chance to.

„I don’t know what kind of girls you dated in the past but you’re right, I didn’t give up on love. I think I would have been perfect for you. Loving, caring and kind. I’m not saying I’m the love of your life but you know…

I would have been glad to date someone like me. I sincerely think I’m a good catch.“

Jackson smiled, agreeing with every word.

„You are. And that’s why you won’t have any problem finding another guy. Someone that can love you the right way, y/n.“

„Yeah, you’re right“, you agreed. „But still I wanted it to be you“, you declared sadly while tightening your grip around him.

„I would have loved that, too…“

[dxf]

dirty talk | oneshot.

pairing: im jaebeom x reader warning: alcohol use, dirty talk (lots of it), oral, unprotected sex words: 1.9k

you look at the time on your phone, realizing it’s getting late. your boyfriend of a year still wasn’t home so you began to worry. knowing jaebeom, he becomes restless when he doesn’t finish something. all you wanted him to do is come back to your shared apartment so you could cuddle again.

you left to get washed up, but then you heard your phone ringing. looking at the caller id, it was the one and only jaebeom.

“hey baby, did you miss me?” jaebeom says in a low and calming voice.

his voice is like music to your ears, quite figurative and literally. “yes jaebeom, i’m missing you a ton right now. do you have any idea when you will be home?” you ask.

he clears his throat before speaking, “i need your help with something. do you maybe think you could come over to my studio? i’m kinda stuck right now.”

“i’ll be over in 10.”

upon arriving to jaebeom’s studio, you could hear the relaxing r&b music he put on for inspiration. you see him in front of his computer, desperately trying to find more inspiration. you walk up behind him, lightly tapping on his shoulder before he turns around.

“hello baby, i’ve missed you so much,’ he whispers while he wraps his arms around your waist.

you giggle, “i’ve missed you too beom. how is work coming along?” 

“honestly, not too well. i’ve scraped so many songs tonight and i need something to showcase for next week,” he frowns. you run your fingers through his hair as he rests his head on your stomach.

jaebeom is a creative writer, his fans and you can all agree. it’s troubling to see him have writer’s block, but at the same time, you don’t know to exactly help him. “why don’t you call it a day babe? let’s go home and get some rest,” you suggest.

he shakes his head, not liking that idea. “baby please, i just need some inspiration.”

“well how exactly can i help jae?”

he stands up from his chair and goes to the mini fridge in his room. two familiar green bottles come out from the fridge. jaebeom makes his way towards you, handing you a bottle of soju.

“drinking? we still both have to drive home jae,” you say with a little worry.

all he does is shake his head and gives a tiny laugh, “don’t worry. we’re only having one bottle. gets the creative juices flowing.”

maybe he has a point, you thought to yourself. the both of you started brainstorming ideas, but nothing pleased jaebeom. he’s tried everything. looking through photos, listening to his favorite artist, but not one thing stuck in his mind.

just then, you had a brilliant idea. since he was sitting in front of his desktop, you sat on his lap before he could rebut. you open his soundcloud and start playing some of his music. jae’s face only had a look of confusion.

“why’d you put on my songs?” he asks.

“well i thought you could be potentially inspired by yourself. your soundcloud has pretty great songs, so maybe they could help you out?” to be honest, you had no idea where he was going with this.

eventually deeper came on. deeper was one of his prized masterpieces. he began writing down ideas feverishly. you were beyond confused, but you were glad you could help out.

“okay baby, you’re going to have to help me out with this one, alright?” you nod in agreeance and he takes charge. it’s not long before he begins recording. you glance at the notepad he was writing in and notice how horny he became while writing this. there’s so much dirty language in here, you’re not even sure if this could be released. 

time was ticking and all you wanted to do is go back home in your comfortable bed. the clock reads 11:49pm, almost midnight, but jaebeom is all energetic. you were starting to wonder what could you possibly be doing to help him. 

“are you ready to help me?” he asks. you nod your head and walk over to him. “you don’t mind me recording you, right?”

am i going to sing? i have never sung professionally in my life and he wants me to sing? your innocent mind thought. but jaebeom had bigger and much dirtier plans. he starts recording. the look on your face was full of confusion and you wanted to question him. with jaebeom being your boyfriend for so long, he reads your expression.

“relax baby, you’re not going to sing. well, not in that way at least,” he smirks. before you could say anything more, his lips meet yours. moving passionately and not rushing into things.

you couldn’t help but melt in his hands. jaebeom couldn’t be gone for that long, but you miss the way he holds you. his lips are unbelievably soft, making you want more of him. his tongue slips into your mouth with ease, dancing around yours. 

the both of you make your way to his couch, becoming more heated as time passes. slowly, clothes start coming off and small moans come out of your mouth. his lips latch onto your sensitive skin and makes his rounds to your sweet spots. he gropes your breast gently, messaging them as he continues to make marks.

“don’t be afraid to make some noise baby. remember i’m recording? i want to hear all of you.” you bite your lip at the sound of that. when reading his songbook, you thought that it was finished with just all the dirty lyrics. 

you start moving your hips in order to create some friction between you and him. jaebeom bites down at your collarbone from your sudden action, leaving you to yelp. you could feel him smirking against your skin. the microphone across the room is picking up all your moans. 

jaebeom lifts you off his lap and back on the couch. you can tell he’s becoming impatient from the way he’s taking off your pants. there’s an evident wet spot on your panties. his fingers start teasing you through the thin cloth. whimpers leave your lips, wanting more of him.

“you’re so wet for me y/n. such a dirty girl for me,” he whispers. you start moving against his fingers. jaebeom licks his lips, “do you want me to eat you out?’

you nod in agreeance, but he doesn’t like that. “use your words baby, do you want my tongue lapping your sweet juices?”you couldn’t believe the things coming out of his mouth. a smirk is plastered on his face.

“yes jaebeom, please eat me out,” you whine. jaebeom loves it when he makes you beg. 

he goes down on you hungerly, wasting no more time. if the microphone didn’t pick up your moans, they definitely were picked up by the microphone now. the way he moves his tongue makes it feel like you’re in heaven. he enters a finger inside you while he harshly sucks on your clit. you couldn’t make a coherent sentence if you tried.

another finger enters you and his speed becomes even faster. he lifts his head up to see your face. jaebeom loves seeing your face contort because of his actions.

“you love my fingers so much. do you want to cum on my face baby? i know you do,” he lightly chuckles.

you couldn’t speak. the amount of pleasure he’s giving you is overwhelming. but jaebeom isn’t satisfied with that. he begins to slow down his rhythm.

“did you hear me y/n? your pussy is becoming tighter by the second. it would be ashame if you didn’t get to come.” an evil grin is on his face. he knows that would have to answer now. 

“yes! please jaebeom, i want to cum on your face!” you squeal. his pace returns to what it was originally. he leaves sloppy kisses on your clit in hopes to spur you on. your fingers run through his hands, tugging at the roots of his head. 

“jaebeom i’m…”

“cum on my face baby.” 

his voice was all that you needed to hear. you clamp down on his fingers, breathing heavily. he withdraws his fingers from inside you and instead replaces them with his mouth. his tongue darts in and out of you before he gives a few more licks.

“you taste so good y/n. i could stay here all day, just eating you out. i’m sure you would like that.”

“yes jae.”

“such a good girl for me.”

he starts taking off his own pants and underwear. the tip red and leaking for need. all you wanted to do is put your mouth on him, but he refused.

“i need you so badly baby,” he says in a low tone. he lifts your hips to be aligned with his, moving his tip to tease your entrance. 

“jaebeom! please, stop teasing.”

“how much do you want my cock baby? how badly do you want my cock inside you?” his mouth is dirty. 

“so badly jae, i need you.”

that was all he needed to hear. once he was inside of you, there was no stopping him. he loves seeing his cock disappearing inside of you. his movements are slow, thrusting with full force, then slowly coming back out barely having the tip inside you. it’s mesmerizing to him.

“have i ever told you how much i love the sight of you being underneath me? you’re so needy for me,” his hands run across your skin. hips to waist to breast. there’s no doubt that you love being underneath him as well. you love the way he manages to find your most pleasurable spot everytime. 

jaebeom manages to spread your legs even further. your pink folds tempt him even further. he spits on your clit and starts rubbing vigorously. you scream his name, not caring if anyone could hear. low grunts and moans are coming from him.

seeing your reaction only further spurs him on. “fuck y/n, you love this so much, don’t you?”

“yes jae, your cock feels so good,” you whisper yell. you could tell that your words turn him on as much as his words turn you on. his dick twitches, signifying he’s close.

he pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow, maintaining a fast speed. jaebeom once again finds your sweet spot, making you yelp in pleasure and pain. you grab onto his wrists, trying to keep yourself from squirming so much. 

“jaebeom, i’m so close! if you keep this up, i’m going to-”

he interrupts, “such a naughty girl. cumming two times in the span of an hour? well go on. i want your tight pussy clamping on my cock.”

a few more thrusts and he sent you over edge. a loud grunt escaped his mouth from your orgasm, but he didn’t slow down. he still needed to reach his high. he buries himself in your neck, giving you a few sloppy kisses before releasing inside of you. panting could be heard from the both of you. 

jaebeom caught his breath and pulled out of you. “i’ve made a huge mess this time. sorry baby.”

you just lay there, still trying to catch your breath. jae walks over to his computer and turns off the recording. 

“are you actually going to use that in your song?” you ask. 

jaebeom laughs loudly, “well of course baby! i’ll let the whole world know what bomb sex i’m having.”

you just roll your eyes and shake your head at him.

“next time, we should make a sex tape.”

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Cheers

Thought I’d make a comeback while I’m stuck here quarantining. I’ve been drooling over Jackson lately. Hope you guys like it! 

Pairing: Jackson Wang X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,058

      You and the boys of GOT7 were in the living room of your apartment, drinking wine, when you heard the door open and a loud frustrated grunt from your husband. They silently giggled as he rounded the corner, loosening his tie around his neck. 

"Oh hi. I didn't know you guys would be here." He said, seemingly annoyed. He continued to tug on the tie as he made his way into the kitchen. 

"Sorry." You apologized, leaving your friends to tend to your man in the kitchen. "What's wrong?" You asked, setting your glass down on the counter as you could hear the conversation bubble from the other room. 

"It was just a rough day. I'm sorry I interrupted. I forgot they were coming over." He said looking down, still tugging on the tie around his neck. You reached out, gently undoing it and placing it on the counter. 

"They’re your friends too, Jacks." You smiled softly. He looked up at you with a slight smile. 

"Yeah, I guess I just don't feel like watching Bam Bam drool over you all night." He faked a smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek quickly."We'll talk later, okay?" He said, passing you into the bathroom. You furrowed your brow, picking up your wine glass to return to your friends when you suddenly got your nerve. You put the glass back down and followed him into the bathroom.

"You know nothing would ever happen between me and Bam Bam, right? I love YOU, Jackson." You explained quietly enough for the boys not to hear. When you looked up at him, his eyes were daggers and you weren't sure what you had just gotten yourself into. You looked down, realizing his white button down shirt under his blue blazer was unbuttoned. "Jacks-" He cut you off with a hard kiss, pushing you up against the bathroom door, shutting it. You gasped quietly against his lips, easily giving in. You slid your hands into his hair as his hand slid up your bare thigh, squeezing your butt as you wrapped your leg around him. His lips moved on to your neck as he picked you up, spinning you around to the sink. The porcelain was cold even through the thin fabric of your summer dress, but that didn't stop you from undoing your husband's belt as he sucked hickies around your collarbone. You smiled, rolling your head back when he moved his lips back up your neck. 

"Did you miss me?" He whispered, nipping at your earlobe. You hummed in response as he tugged your panties down and dropped his own pants to the floor. You looked in his eyes, sliding your hands over his bare chest under his shirt. He smirked, sliding his hand into your hair and pulling you so close, his lips were grazing yours. But before you could kiss him, he pulled your hair, yanking your head back so he could bite the soft skin under your jaw. "Answer, daddy." He growled. You moaned a little too loud, making him pull your hair more. "What did I just say?" He hissed in your ear. You bit your lip at how turned on you were by him right now. "Hm?" He asked, slipping himself inside of you with ease. 

"Oh fuuuuck. Yes, daddy."  He kissed you hard to shut you up as he pushed his length all the way inside of you. You whined into his mouth at the amazing feeling. He slowly rocked in and out of you, kissing you passionately as he did. You had one hand in his hair while the other was bracing yourself on the sink. You moaned as quietly as you could, thinking you wouldn't be able to contain an orgasm. 

Just then, Jackson sped up his pace, snapping his hips into you harder and pulling away from your lips. He buried his face in your neck, groaning quietly. You could feel yourself getting closer with every thrust. You covered your own mouth and bit your lip as you felt every part of your body flood with that amazing ecstasy Jackson was capable of making you feel every time he was inside of you. Jackson pulled your hand away from your mouth as you moaned into his ear.

One hand gripping your thigh so hard you knew there would be a pretty little bruise left behind, the other on the sink. He couldn't hold it together after your orgasm was over, letting a soft and sexy groan out as he came inside of you. You whined a little, loving the feeling of him throbbing inside of you. His thrusts got slower as he came down from his high, breathing heavily against your neck. He hummed softly in satisfaction, pulling back to see your face. He smiled sweetly, leaning his forehead against yours, both of you feeling a little high from your sneaky bathroom sex.

"I hope they didn't hear that." You giggled, leaning in for one last kiss. He smiled deviously as he pulled away. 

"I hope they did." He said in his low sexy voice that had you ready to go again. He tucked your hair behind your ear and helped you off the sink. He pulled his own pants back on, handing you your panties.You quickly slipped them on, giving Jackson his favorite view of your ass in a thong before you pulled your dress back down. He bit his lip and smacked your ass on your way out the door. You smiled back at him, grabbing your glass on your way back into the living room. 

"Have fun?" Mark asked with a cocked eyebrow and smirk. You gave him a slightly confused look as you noticed all the boys were holding back laughs as they watched you. You looked up into the decorative mirror across from you, seeing all the tiny purple marks Jackson had left behind. You smiled nervously, rubbing your neck. 

"Just marking what's mine." You heard Jackson say behind you. You turned to see him, leaning on the wall with a beer in his hand that he held up toward you. "Cheers, baby." He said with a sexy half smile. All you could do was smile as you raised your glass.

"Cheers." You replied before knocking back the rest of what was left of your wine.

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[jae-daddy]

Holic (16)(M)

Jaebum AU Series 

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine /  ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / how it would’ve ended

pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: drama, romance, mature plot: after your sister disappeared on her wedding day, there was no way out except for your hands to hold his. an: hey, its been while. hope y’all enjoy it! this is my fourth time trying this hopefully this one makes it! //a lost love and stranded groom unite //

Jaebum’s fingers dangerously traced the edge of your ridden-up silky night dress. Your lips drawing closer with every heated breath, as your chest heaved in anticipation. His dark eyes lowered from yours for the briefest moments as he took in your pink lips, before meeting your fiery gaze, as his thumb grazed under your dress. 

“Jae,” your breathed, and just like that, the spark ignited. 

A few minutes ago you were eating breakfast on the cold marble, that was now crushed against your exposed ass. Jaebum and his sinful being were on the other side of the table, oblivious to your racing mind. 

The room that kept larger with every passing tick inside you, folded like a house of cards, as your body crushed into Jaebum’s hard front. Your anxious, wandering mind was now drugged by the scent of Jaebum, and all you saw was hazy pink as lust and desire ran wild through your veins. 

Last night had been another battle for sleep, however this time it was Jaebum and his words to you. You couldn’t stop thinking of the warmth he wrapped around you, the gentle look of love in his eyes, as he had said those three words to you. 

I love you.

It kept you tossing and turning the whole night. No matter how many huffs or grunts of frustration left you, nothing seemed to solve the puzzle of why Jaebum would say that. 

The sound of cutlery clinging against the china resounded through the quiet room. On a normal day, it was a meek white noise that disappeared into the pale walls of the room, but today, it was another story. Each chime clung onto your bones, pulling you to a restless edge.

You stopped your actions, the fork and knife still in your fists, as you watched Jaebum. As always, he remained oblivious to the blanket thickening over you. Or at least he was good at feigning innocence.

How could he possibly not know how his actions had affected you?

Unless this all happened to be part of some new game he was conceiving. It would make sense to try and fool the little girl who never knew love to fall into a trap of roses. 

It would have easy too, except for the fact it was you. And you knew better than anyone that love is nothing but an emotion used to mask lust, jealous and every other ugly emotion. A momentary feeling that costs someone their whole life, and an extra gift every Valentines Day, every anniversary. It was nothing more than a part of the lifestyle everyone was trying to live.

Your gaze heated as it stared at Jaebum for a longer second; he really thought you were stupid enough to fall for his tricks. Considering, if it wasn’t a trick, then what could it be, the truth?

Im Jaebum in love with you?

A snort left you, as you brought a glass of dark red to your lips. The thought of Im Jaebum being in love with you was so outrageous you couldn’t even conceal your amusement even if you had tried.

He loved you?

You chuckled once again in disbelief. A few months ago, he was knocking you down from beside your sister; telling you weren’t good enough. Another, he was siding with his assistant, calling you a kid. He was nothing, but an ass to you, except for those moments stolen at midnight.

You froze at that thought. If you took out Jaebum’s asshole-like actions that he took during the day, all you had left with you was him.

He who had held you close at midnight and made all your nightmares disappear. Him helping you, kissing you; Jaebum warming you up after a very long winter.

He couldn’t, right? Im Jaebum couldn’t be in love with you.

You hesitated as you lifted your eyes back to Jaebum. His dark gaze was already settled on you, his eyes held an intensity that made you want to squirm in your seat. 

But it wasn’t like you to squirm; it wasn’t like you to fall for words.

“Is everything okay?” He asked. You remained silent for a moment, taking apart every word that left him, every little action he made. You couldn’t find anything, and that made you more annoyed than anything.

“I don’t know, Jaebum.” You replied as you stared at him with mistrust and confusion. “You tell me, is everything okay?”

Jaebum licked his lips before a breathy chuckle left him.

“Is this about what happened last night?”

“What happened last night?” You teased, unable to hide a small smirk.

“You know very well what happened,” Jaebum answered, holding your gaze with a heartstopping smile on his lips. You fell under his spell as your cheeks flamed hot, and your lungs failed at its job. “I confessed, y/n; I love you.”

You cast your eyes on his hands, the wedding band glinting gold in the light. It would’ve been perfect if you both did fell in love. A marriage not by choice, but a love story that was written by the stars. Yet, you weren’t a romantic; you couldn’t believe him; not so easily, at least.

“I hear you say the words, Jaebum. I said them back too, but I didn’t mean it.” You held his gaze, trying to read his face. But you couldn’t find anything, except for a wave of anger starting to flame bright in those brown eyes. “Speaking the words are easy; just because you say them, does not mean that you mean them.”

“But I do,” Jaebum replied, instantly, catching you off guard. His face was painted in pain, agony and anger. He displayed everything to make you believe him, but you couldn’t.

“Jaebum, stop this. Whatever this is that you are trying to do, I suggest you drop it. It will not work on me.” 

“I am trying to make you understand the fact that I love you, is that so hard to believe?” Jaebum spoke as he took long rushed steps to stand in front of you. 

“Yes, yes it is when it comes to you.” You stood up in front of Jaebum. Your heart starts to burn with anger, as your blazing eyes contested his fiery red ones. 

“You are so annoying,” he muttered through his teeth as he stepped closer to you. Your body instantly reacted in unholy ways with the tiny distance between your bodies. 

Your cheeks heated as you felt your nipples being to harden as a chill ran through you. You prayed Jaebum didn’t notice, and you tried to ignore the sinful lust that slowly slithered up your spine. 

“And you are such a wanker!” 

“Oh, and now you’ve turned British?” “I can be anything that I want Jaebum, but do you know know what I will never be,” you rose on your tippy toes to challenge him. “The sweet innocent little girl you expect me to me. The foolish girl who will fall for your tricks, and let you play with her heart.”

“Play with your heart?” Jaebum snorted in disbelief. “The only thing I want your heart to do is to fall just as hard and deep as mine has fallen for you.”

You couldn’t help but smile annoyedly at that. 

“So what, now you’re Mr Darcy?” You smirk faltering as he took a step closer. Your hands falling back to grip the cold marble to keep you stable as he leaned over you. 

“The thing is, y/n, for you I will be anything,” Jaebum whispered as he took another step closer. 

This was dangerous; this whole situation was dangerous. 

From the way, Jaebum looked, to the way he was looking at you. And the way your heart and body raced frantically, already wanting to give yourself over to him. The static in the air surrounding you both that seemed to get thicker with every passing second; it was all dangerous. 

But the most dangerous was your desire to just kiss him. To just grab his collar and pull him down the table with you. It was dangerous, it was lethal, and it was all you wanted to do.

Your ass hit the table top, as Jaebum took another step forward. His body finding its way between your legs, as he helped you sit on the top. The coolness of the table, seeping through your slinky dress, and the heat of Jaebum’s body flooding into you. 

You felt his fingers trace the edge of your dress that sat on your upper thigh, slowly falling down the inner slope. Your lips almost touching, the red wine flowing from his lips onto yours. Your heart raced as you stared at Jaebum. 

His eyes staring into yours, and then to your lips, and then back into your eyes, hypnotising you into a beautiful trance. 

“Jae,” your voice came out needy and desperate with want, and just like that, his lips were on yours.

Your lips opened against him, colliding like two oceans, as you both pushed into each other. Your night dress sliding up your thighs are wrapped your legs against his warm body. The cool silk burning against your hot skin, blood rushing through your body.

Wild desire took over you as your fingers tangled into his dark locks pulling him closer, as the other held on to his collar. A moan floated from the back of your mouth as Jaebum’s tongue darted into yours; plunging deep and demanding.

Jaebum placed a chaste kiss on your lip one last time before his lips travelled lower. The heat of his lips, kissing your neck; the tingles and pleasure blinding you further as you pressed your core harder against him. You wanted to feel more, this wasn’t enough.

You were thirsty and needy, and Jaebum was the only salvation.

His warm large hands roamed all over your body. Following the curve of your waist, the softness of your thighs, the tenderness of your breasts, as his lips dropped lower and lower.

The silky nightgown equated to nothing as your Jaebum fondled with your hardening buds over the silk, before pulling the dress beneath. The cold air harshly brushed against your nipples, as your exposed breasts fell out of the dress.

Jaebum wasted no time, as his warm mouth took in your right nipple. His tongue flicking it ever so slightly, making you moan in pleasure. Your toes curling at the sensation, your arms wrapped around Jaebum’s head.

You head fell back as Jaebum began rolling your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging at it slightly, making you gasp in delicious surprise.

“Fuck Jae,” you breathed, your mind beginning to scatter. “Oh god, please”

You begged as he his other hand caressed under the hem of your skirt that had climbed higher than modest. A shaky breath left you as his warm fingers brushed against your other set of lips.

“Shit, y/n, no underwear or bra?” Jaebum smirked, before placing a kiss on your lips. The softness of his lips made you dizzy as you hazily popped his shirt open, the buttons flying in every direction. Your hands touching the bumps of his hard abs, before losing itself in his dark tousle as you pulled him closer to you.

Your bare chest pressed upon his naked warm body, made you crazy with lust. You kissed him like it was the end of the world, and maybe it was. Maybe after this Jaebum and your world would no longer exist as it once did. Everything that had been, would have shifted, tilted on its axis, making you confused to what everything is. But none of that mattered in right now.

Because right now, it was your lips kissing Jaebum’s. Your chest pressed against his, and a fire igniting a brighter fire in your core because of him.

Jaebum’s finger sliding between your wet slit, making you gasp hotly against his lips.

“God,” you moaned as his fingertips brushed against your clit, before circling your entrance.

“So wet,” Jaebum’s minty hot breath washed over your neck, as he showered kisses down the slope of your neck.

Your hands helplessly held onto Jaebum’s arm as you let yourself surrender to him in this moment of adulterous lust. Your legs widening open for him, as your body fell back exposing yourself to him to use however he wanted.

You placed a gentle kiss just below his ear, before biting it slightly, Jaebum let out a throaty groan, as a hand landed on your lower back, and the other underneath your thigh. 

His waist crushed against your naked core, as he pressed his chest against you. His lips brushing against yours, hands burning and touching you everywhere. You gave into it all, doing the same to him, as you dragged your nails down his back under his shirt.

The stone was smooth against your back, as your mind clouded into nothing.

Jaebum’s fingers teasingly played with your clit, making you a moaning mess. His forefinger tortuously moving in slow deliberate motions. The bud being pressed down a few circles, before barely being touched, making your body a trembling mess.

“Please, Jaebum, fuck,” you begged, your voice dripping with desperateness.

Jaebum relished this moment, before his thumb landed on your clit, his fingers descending lower. The lewd sound of wetness resounding through the quiet room filled with heavy breathing and gasp, as he teased your entrance.

“Oh god,” you groaned. It quickly got replaced by a gasp, as Jaebum’s finger slid inside you. 

Your nails dug into his arm, as the other gripped the edge of the table beneath you. You felt his fingers still inside you, letting you get comfortable before it slowly slid out. 

Your cheeks flushed with the hunger that was eating you alive. Your eyes closed in absolute delight, as your mind blanked into a beautiful bliss. 

Jaebum’s hands rapidly caught speed, slowly increasing the pace that he thrusted inside you. Your body shook, as gasps of pleasure left you, and floated into Jaebum’s ears. 

You brought Jaebum close, kissing him with new found intensity. The pleasure of his fingers, making you feel like you would do anything for him in this moment. You kissed him, mouth open, and tongue softly but determinedly caressing his. Your hands lost in his dark hair, and your body falling into him more and more with every second. 

You could feel yourself get closer and closer to the edge, as Jaebum’s fingered you hard and fast, and his thumb delicately touching your bud. You couldn’t take it anymore, you couldn’t hold it back no more. 

“Jaebum,” you voice quivered, as you felt yourself get dragged closer and closer to the calming euphoria. 

Your body jerked in another intensity of sensation as his fingers curled up inside you. 

“Fuck,” you cried, your eyes closing, nails biting into him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck Jae.”

You were a breath away, the familiar tinge starting in your core. Your body relaxing, despite Jaebum’s fingers plunging inside you, and his lips kissing your neck. 

You were so close, so close. 

“Jaebum,” you breathed before you dove in, but right before you could, Jaebum pulled away. 

You collapsed onto the table. Your breathing hard unsteady, your body feeling unfamiliar, your mind blank. Everything blurring into darkness, and then slowly you got up. 

“What the hell?” You softly whispered as you turned to Jaebum. 

He held a finger out, telling you to wait, as his phone was against his ear. 

“You chose a phone call over...” You didn’t complete the sentence as he hung up the phone. You didn’t know how to complete it. What should you say; over you, over your orgasm, over this moment?

“I’m sorry, it was important, babe,” he kissed your forehead. “But don’t worry, we’ll continue this later. I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight.”

“What if I’m busy?” You rose an eyebrow, trying to hide the flutter in your chest. 

“Then I’ll pick you up whenever you’re free. But tonight, you are mine.” 

He placed a kiss on your forehead, before walking out of the dining room. 

You slowly got off the table, put on your robe, before grabbing your phone. 

To Jihyo: A dress good enough for a maybe date.

Jihyo: Finally! On it. 

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college! au pairing: park jinyoung x reader warning: cursing, oral, unprotected sex words: 2.7k

today, i find myself doing the same usual tasks everyday. wake, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, go to school, come home, shower, sleep. it’s honestly quite boring. at times, i wish i had somebody to come home to, i don’t even have a pet.

college is the same like always. attend my classes, study, continue to get decent grades. it’s a whole cycle in itself. one thing i definitely don’t look forward to is park jinyoung. we have this mutual hatred for each other for no reason, i have no idea what i did to get on his nerves. it shouldn’t matter to him considering that he has the whole school around his finger. i try to avoid him as best as possible. 

“hey y/n,” jaebeom walks up.

“hey jb, how are you today?” i ask,

“you know me, i hate waking up for school.”

“that makes the both of us,” i laugh off. classes start and i again have to hear my chemistry teacher lecture us. i can’t help but feel like someone is staring at me, so i look behind me. my eyes meet with the one and only park jinyoung. he laughs then looks back at his notes. i roll my eyes and continue to listen to the lecture.

“now class, can someone tell me why NaCl has a stronger lattice energy compared to a compared to a compound like BaO?” the professor asks. “yes jinyoung?”

“well because of trends of course. the lattice energy of two ions increases as the smaller the compound is. simply, sodium chloride is a smaller compound compared to barium oxide,” he answers.

“correct! you never disappoint with your answers jinyoung,” the professor continues on with the lecture. jinyoung smirks to himself like he’s this one true powerful being, but he’s not. i look at the clock, realizing that there’s only 10 minutes of class left. the prof looks at his watch and stops his lecture for the day.

“considering that there is only 10 minutes of class left, i will assign your lab partners for next week. next week's lab includes the lab, obviously, and a short quiz you will take with your partner. i advice after i assign everyone, you meet up with your partner and start studying,” the prof says. doing a lab with someone should be easy. i’ll be fine with anyone as long as it isn’t with ass jinyoung. the professor starts to read off the list of names off of a sheet of paper.

“park jinyoung and y/ln y/n”

did i hear that correctly, did he really just say park jinyoung was my partner. this has to be a misunderstanding. the bell rung and the students start flooding out the door to attend their next class. i finish packing my things and start heading out the door before i hear someone call out my name. 

“y/n,” jinyoung comes up from behind. i take a deep breath before turning around and facing him.

“yes jinyoung?” i reply in a polite manner. 

“maybe you could try and cover up the annoyance on your face next time. i don’t want you screwing up my grade for this lab or quiz, so why don’t you come over after classes are over and we can study together?” he suggests with a snarky tone.

“as much as i wouldn’t want to screw up my grade, that would be a good idea. but maybe you could approach me in a nicer way, i wouldn’t have to tell the professor to switch partners, would i? so be mature jinyoung, and i won’t have any problems,” i say. he shakes his head, disapproving at me.

“why would you talk to the prince of the school in that manner? i’m sure the professor or the dean wouldn’t like your attitude towards me. know your place y/n,” he whispers in my ear. he walks off with an evil smirk on his face. 

_______

after a few more hours of schooling, i can finally go home. unfortunately, jinyoung is my partner and i need to study with him apparently. studying isn’t necessary when it comes to the perfect student. jinyoung excels in everything that he does, it doesn’t make sense on why he would want me to come over and study with him. he could just take the test himself to ensure that he gets that perfect score he’s wanting.

i meet him at the spot he told me to. i see him at his car, looking at his phone as he waits for me. while approaching him, i can see why he’s the prince of the school. his appearance alone makes him look so effortless, it’s seen as attractive. jinyoung definitely has some defining features that makes him look like a prince. his jawline, his silky black hair, his stature. it's so infuriating. 

“look who decided to show up,” he speaks up.

“i didn’t know i was on a time limit your highness, i apologize for my tardiness,” i bow at him, mocking his hierarchy. 

“never do that again. get in the car,” he walks to the driver side. i roll my eyes and get in the car. the car ride is silent. neither of us wants to talk to the other. if anything, it builds up more tension between the two of us. 

the car ride wasn’t long, but it felt like an eternity. jinyoung has a modest apartment to himself and only himself. the place felt tranquil, as if there were no disturbances nearby. it is  nicely decorated and overall comfortable. 

“shall we get started?” jinyoung asks. i nod at him and sit at the table he pointed to. jinyoung grabs a few snacks and water for the both of us before getting started. i focus on the study guide the professor posted, getting lost in the calming atmosphere around me. 

“so why do you hate me so much y/n?” the mood drops. 

“i don’t,” i reply. jinyoung tries to read me, but no avail.

“now why are you lying to me? i know you do. there’s a reason why you avoid me every chance you get. you didn’t even speak to me in the car,” he reasons.

“why would i talk to a self-centered prick that only cares about himself?”

“there we go, now we’re getting somewhere. go on, i know you have more to say with that mouth of yours.”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” we should be focused more about the chemistry lab and quiz and not this banter.

“oh come on, don’t you have more to say? tell me more about how i’m an asshole.”

“you don’t deserve that luxury.”

“the whole school would bow down to me, except you. i think that’s something in itself, don’t you think? the students, my friends, teachers, the dean, everybody thinks i’m perfect. but you’re the first and only one to think differently, isn’t that strange?”

“what does that matter to you jinyoung? if you’re so goddamn perfect, then why should my opinion matter to you? don’t you think i’ve recognized that already?” he gets up from his seat and goes around to me. the immense eye contact that we’re sharing only creates more tension between us. the more i look at him and look at his facial features, the more attractive he becomes. 

“say it.”

“say what exactly?”

“say how perfect i am.”

“never in a million years jinyoung.” his face becomes only inches away from my face. suddenly, i hold my breath. i turn my head away from him, trying to go back to work.

“have i ever told you how beautiful you are?” what?

“where is this coming from? stop lying,” my face begins to turn red.

“you’re blushing, maybe you don’t hate me after all,” he laughs to himself. i turn back at him, not able to understand where this is all coming from.

“maybe this is all a misunderstanding. maybe i actually like you and i did this to get on your nerves.”

“you’re spewing out bullshit now jinyoung. what makes you think i’m going to believe you-” he cuts me off with a kiss. my eyes become wide, and a second later i push him off.

“what the hell are you thinking? i don’t like you,” i say. my face becomes hotter and i can’t even look at him.

“i know you do, so what’s the point in denying it? you’re like an open book,” he says. his hands begin crawling up my legs, up to my waist. my breathing becomes hitched and all of a sudden, i’m at a loss of words. “stop playing hard to get, i can make you feel good,” he whispers in my ear.

“jinyoung, but we’re…”

“we’re studying? now, that was some bullshit i was spewing to get you over here. i could get a perfect score for the both of us on the lab and quiz, why else would you come over?” jinyoung starts to kiss his way down to my neck.

“you…”

“now princess, just enjoy your time.” his tongue makes wet spots on my neck before his lips come back to kiss mine. his hands feel nice and cool against my warm skin. it’s like he’s feeling every square inch of my skin. my hands naturally wrap around his neck, slightly tugging at his jet black hair. his lips make it back down to my neck and collarbone. he starts sucking at my sensitive skin, leaving dark red spots. small mewls escape my mouth as he continues.

he begins taking off my shirt and bra, admiring every part of my body. his mouth returns to my skin, slightly sucking my nipples. jinyoung’s hands go down to my ass, rubbing it. suddenly, he gets up and walks over to the couch.

“sit on my lap baby, i promise i don’t bite,” he grins. I bite my bottom lip at his words and sit on his lap. his hands back on my ass, squeezing and slightly smacking it. he buries his face back into my chest, once again making wet spots and red marks all over. i stop him for a moment so i could take off his shirt.

jinyoung has a very toned structure and you didn’t know until now. his shoulders are wide, rock hard abs, a sight to see yourself. i find myself getting lost in thought while admiring his body.

“are you going to sit there and stare all day, or are we going to have some fun?” jinyoung teases. i roll my eyes at him and kiss him in order to shut his mouth. our tongues dance with one another, each fighting for dominance. eventually, i pull away, tracing my tongue down to his collarbone. i suck lightly, each with a bit of teeth. his hips slightly jerked up as i continued going down to his abs. 

i make myself comfortable on my knees as i kneel in between his legs. the tight pants he’s wearing reveals his boner. my hand makes my way to his cock, he jerks up again from just me touching him. i unzip his pants, becoming impatient, he takes them off himself. i jerk him off slightly through his underwear before he takes them off.

“you’re such a naughty girl, teasing me like that. why don’t you show me what your pretty mouth does?” jinyoung coaxes. he teases by slowly jerking himself off. i open my mouth, tongue out as he slowly slides in. my lips wrap around his bulbous tip, licking around and tasting his pre-cum. looking back up at jinyoung, his eyes are close, clenching his jaw while his head rests on the back of the couch. tiny grunts are heard coming from his mouth. he looks back down at me, his face is flushed.

“do you like the taste of my cock? you have such a pretty face when you’re going down on me,” his mouth is extremely dirty. his left hand pushes down on my head, making me gag on his dick. a loud grunt escapes his mouth, biting down on his own lip. his hips start moving on his own, maintaining a constant speed. all of a sudden, he pulls out from my mouth, leaving me to whine at his actions.

“get up on the couch now, i want your ass up,” his tone is harsh. he takes off the jeans i was wearing, massaging my inner thighs. his fingers make his way to my panties, feeling how wet i’ve become. one of his fingers hook around the lacy underwear, revealing my wetness. i could feel his hot breath teasing at my entrance.

“jinyoung, please do something,” i whine. my begging gave him more of a power trip. he gave my pussy a long, flat lick with his tongue. i bury my face into the pillow next to me before moaning loudly. he takes off my panties and goes back to feverishly licking and kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. 

“you taste so sweet princess, absolutely like paradise,” he says in awe. two fingers tease my entrance before inserting them. he curls up his fingers, hitting one of my most pleasurable senses. his tongue goes back down to my clit, slightly sucking on it and teeth grazing at my most sensitive organs. my hips match his speed, moans filling up the room. i’m pretty sure the whole neighborhood could hear. i become tighter around his fingers, signifying that i’m close. but then he withdraws his fingers and his mouth, leaving me to groan at him.

“jinyoung, i was so close. why the hell did you do that?” i yell in frustration. he just smiles and shakes his head at me.

“i can’t have you cumming before i get my share of you,” he laughs. the tip of his cock rubs against my clit and my entrance.

“just put it in already,” i become restless.

“say please princess.”

“please jinyoung.”

“there we go.” he enters with a strong thrust, making me cry out in pleasure. his hips maintain a rigged speed. with every thrust, he comes practically out, teasing me more. each one becoming harder and harder. his dick was making me delirious, wanting more and more as he continued. i try matching his thrusts, but he grabs my ass harshly, stopping me.

“use your words to get what you want.” 

“please jinyoung, move faster.” with that being said, he starts pounding into me. a slur of curse words starts coming out from his mouth. my moans become even louder than before. his dick feels up every crevice inside me.  he tugs lightly at my hair, forcing me to look up at the wall ahead of us. 

“you feel so good baby, who would have thought you were such a naughty girl.” the words coming out from my mouth spurs me on. his other hand starts playing with my clit again, making me tighter around his cock. fuck leaves his mouth as i continue to become tighter around his member. his thrust becomes sloppier and sloppier. he’s reaching his edge and he wants me to chase it with him. 

“my fingers and my cock are making you tighter and tighter. how close are you baby? i want to release inside you,” jinyoung says in a raspy voice. i could only moan louder at the thought of his arousal inside me. his hand leaves my hair and goes back down to my ass, leaving handprints. 

“Jinyoung please, i’m so close,” i say. he pounds into me harder than before, hitting my sweet spot. with a few more thrusts, i came spiralling down as if i were seeing stars. the clenching around his member sent him and he came. his arousal filled up my entrance. we both came down from our highs and he pulled out.

“well this is certainly a sight to see,” he says. his fingers start messing with our arousal mixed together, and starts to put it back inside me. i swat his hands away considering his touch makes me overly sensitive.

“this concludes today's study session. i’ll run you a bath, how bout the same time tomorrow princess?”

[waejinyoung]

Can’t Swim - EP . 8

Can’t Swim 8

word count: 3.2k+

a/n: you might be questioning where I have been for the past couple of months. I have one word to say that should be a good enough answer. College. I’ve been studying none stop and found no time to write the next episode after university started. The posts will no longer be regular so just keep yourselves updated. Hopefully I will have another 2 episodes up between now and the end of the year at least but don’t quote me on that. I hope you enjoy! 

I’m deeply sorry for my absence again x

warnings: nothing

EP . 1 , EP . 2 , EP . 3 , EP . 4 , EP . 5 , EP . 6 , EP . 7 , EP . 8 , EP . 9

THIRD PERSON POV

The afternoon continued with Y/N and Jinyoung discussing life and getting to know one another whilst Y/N replied to her emails.

“It’s mind b-boggling how you and J-Jackson may have crossed paths back in 2012…” Y/N had just mentioned how she was training for the London 2012 Olympics to compete for swimming.

“Similar to Jackson, I switched career paths and decided to study architecture. Dad wasn’t the biggest fan until he saw the passion and success I had gained in the industry. He soon came to terms with everything.”

“Wow… do you r-regret it at all?” The clock marked 10:30 pm. You guys had been talking for the past 90 mins, getting to know each other.

“I think I regretted not swimming after deciding to study architecture. I didn’t choose to not compete in the Olympics because I no longer liked swimming so I do regret not continuing although I must say, studying architecture might be the most time consuming degree out there. That’s why later on I decided to apply to become a licensed swimming teacher to undergo lessons. I’d be teaching people how to swim whilst fulfilling my love for swimming.”

“Best of both w-worlds, r-right?”

“Exactly.” Y/N had now placed all her work to aside with her back against the wall, legs crossed enveloped into the conversation.

Some seconds went by and Y/N wanted to know about Jinyoung’s initial dreams.

“What about you? Did you always want to be a singer?”

“Always. I took up d-dance lessons when I was around 15. Then went to a-audition and got in to JYPE. That was when I met J-Jaebeom. We actually d-debuted together as a d-duo group called JJProject to later on d-debut with the r-rest of the g-guys as GOT7. Since t-then they’ve been my f-family rather than just my m-members. I think it’s g-getting to the p-point where I might have spent m-more years of my l-life with them then I did without. Time flies…”

“I could definitely sense the brotherly love you guys all have for each other. So how did becoming an actor happen?”

“I r-requested from the c-company to find roles I could take part in a couple years b-back. First it was small roles in small d-dramas and then being c-casted by more known d-directors to p-play bigger roles. All of that has l-led me to play s-second male lead for ‘When My Love Blooms’.”

“When do the episodes start airing?” Y/N had grown eager about Jinyoung’s talents.

“Hold your h-horses… we haven’t e-even started f-filming yet and won’t be until I r-recover… The original airing d-dates will probably be p-pushed f-further.” Jinyoung’s words drifted into a sudden realisation for his career.

“If only-“ Y/N was about to blame herself again.

“We’ve been through this m-multiple times Y/N. None of this is your f-fault so s-stop blaming yourself for t-things you have no c-control over.”

Y/N had her mouth open ready to retaliate but if she had to be honest… she couldn’t be bothered to fight back considering it was now coming up to 11:00 pm.

“Fine.” Y/N yawned and covered her mouth. Work had been extremely busy today especially with all the news floating around now.

“S-someone’s tired.” Jinyoung eyed Y/N’s tired state and decided to call it a night.

“I still have so much to do. I can’t fall asleep now.”

“C-could you n-not spare an e-early n-night just for t-today?” Y/N recollected her thoughts weighing up if she could possibly sleep early tonight and get all the work done tomorrow.

“I could…”

“Problem s-solved then. Clear up your b-bed and get your pjs on. I d-don’t want to f-face a t-tired Y/N tomorrow m-morning.” Y/N eyed your mean comment and huffed to your orders.

“Yes, sir.”

2 WEEKS LATER

Y/N’s POV

“Miss, Jinyoung has been recovering quicker than expected. He should be perfectly fine to attend the event. If anything unsettling happens you can give me a direct phone call.”

“Thank you so much Doc.” You gave the doctor a large smile and she reciprocated a reassuring smile.

You entered Jinyoung’s room with your outfit for the architecture awards festival along with you.

“Am I allowed to come?” Jinyoung asked as soon as you entered the room. You gave him a nod.

Jinyoung’s voice was more or less back to 100% and his eye had completed healed by the end of last week. There wasn’t much left until being fully recovered. Possibly parting from the hospital quicker than the original 2 months the doctor had estimated.

“I knew I’d get the green light. I even prepared my outfit because I was so sure I’d be able to come.” You hadn’t seen someone so ecstatic for an awards festival.

“As expected… I’m not even surprised. Will you be able to get dressed? Need any of my help?” Jinyoung was still a little instable since he’s been lying in bed for the past 2 weeks. His legs tend to give out for the first 30 mins.

“I think I can manage. I’ll get dressed quickly and then the bathroom is all yours.” You chuckled at his assumption that you’ll take really long in the bathroom for the event.

Jinyoung heads towards the bathroom and you are left there practising a speech you’ve written for all the awards you and your company have been nominated. This isn’t because you knew you were going to win any of them but… the unprofessional scenes if you guys were to win an award and to not have a speech ready daunted you. There was nothing wrong with being prepared.

15 MINUTES LATER

You must say… I don’t think you had ever laid eyes on someone so handsome in your life before. You could swear that this man was carved by God himself.

“How much deeper are you going to fall into my looks?” You hadn’t realised but you had been staring Jinyoung up and down for the past 30 seconds of him leaving the bathroom. Hair all styled. The suit was literally made for him. His cute bow tie was a little wonky leading you to let out a chuckle.

“What?” Jinyoung’s face turned serious thinking something was wrong with how he looked.

“Your bowtie is wonky.” You stood up from your seat and reached out to fix his bowtie. Your eyes were fixated in straightening the bowtie and all Jinyoung could do was analyse your face and how focussed you were.

“There you go. Looks better now.” You lightly let go off the tie and looked up at Jinyoung who was already staring right back at you. Those bambi eyes were going to be the death of you.

“Thank you. Now go and get yourself ready.” He pinched your nose and then you entered the bathroom with your dress, makeup bag and accessories.

20 MINUTES LATER

“Jinyoung~~” You called out for Jinyoung. You were done with everything but couldn’t reach the zipper on the back of your dress. You had been procrastinating on what to do and just gave up. There’s no way you could zip the dress up alone.

“Yes, Y/N. Is everything alright?” You could hear his footsteps come closer to the bathroom door.

“In a bit of sticky situation… could I ask you to do a favour?”

“Sure, what is it?” You went ahead and unlocked the door for him. He took a step back and couldn’t contain the sight in front of him. You were in a red bandeau strapless dress which had a structured skirt that was shorter at the front and longer at the back with. A very slight trail. Unsurprisingly your makeup was the bare minimum and you had left your natural hair out. His mouth was agape as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“How much longer are you going to stare for Mr Park?” He had been in the same awe you was when he had stepped out of the bathroom earlier on.

“Yes…right… the favour?” His soul re-entered his body trying to compose himself. You could only smile on the effect you had on the prince himself.

“I can’t reach my zipper, could you zip up the back of my dress for me?” You saw his cheeks blush a light pink below the thin layer of bb cream he had on. Without the zip done neither of you were going anywhere so he had to do it.

He wasn’t able to give a verbal response and just nodded. You turned around to have your back facing Jinyoung. He moved your hair to aside exposing half of your back to him. He was blushing so hard right now and was happy to have you facing away from him even though in a matter of seconds you’d be facing him seeing the shades of red planted on his cheeks. Jinyoung gently placed one hand on the zipper and the other hand on your back holding the fabric of your dress still. His fingers grazed your skin and they were a little cold leading you to jolt a little by the surprising cool touch. He notices.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was a little worried. The slightest worrying reaction you make, and he’s so concerned. He’s too sweet.

“Nope, your hands are just a little cold that’s all.” You say whilst you chuckle.

He apologises with his soothing voice and zips up the dress, letting out a quiet done when finished.

You turn back round and thank him for his kind gesture. You also noticed the flush of his cheeks. He’s so cute, you thought. You quickly put your heels on and left Jinyoung’s patient room and entered the hall of the hospital. Expectedly, you guys received some stares and some whistles by the old women sitting outside their patient rooms. The event manager had organised a limousine to pick up each nominee for the awards hence why there was a lovely jet black limousine parked at the entrance of the hospital. The driver spotted you two and guided you the way and kept the door open for you two to enter the fancy vehicle. He ran back to the wheel and started driving towards the venue.

“Anything I need to know beforehand? Who should I present myself as?” Jinyoung had started with the questions during the car drive.

“Who’d you like to present yourself as Jinyoung?” You wanted to fish out his intentions from him.

“Preferably your boyfriend in order to stop those punks from hitting on you but I’d never want to force you into a relationship with me…” He side eyed you as he kept looking out the window. You so wanted him to be your boyfriend.

“Logical. Agreed. If anyone asks, you’re my boyfriend.”

“What an honour.” You slap his thigh due to his sarcastic tone.

“Whatttt? I’m serious. I’m going to be the boyfriend of an amazingly talented architect who’s bound to receive an award tonight. It’s a genuine privilege.” You could only look at him in awe as he described the so called ‘privilege’ he was taking part of.

“If you say so…”

The humming noise from the motor of the limousine was really calming but Jinyoung broke the silence once again.

“Are you nervous?” His tone was much deeper and serious compared to how he was a second ago.

“A little. These awards happen once a year and we’ve progressed so much as a company but so has everyone else in the industry. It’s hard to tell if we’ll be receiving the major validation from the institute. With or without the award tonight I’m so pleased with my company, but it would be nice to get a recognisable achievement for all our hard work.” Jinyoung listened to you as you let out your insecurities for the upcoming night.

“In the little amount of time I’ve met you, I think you’re the only person who deserves all the awards you’ve been nominated for this year. No one can change my thoughts and it’s going to be a pleasure to witness your achievement first hand. I can’t wait.” He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles trying to calm your nerves down. It was going to be a long night.

30 MINUTES LATER

Your limousine had rocked up to the red carpet laid out on the floor outside of the venue of the awards. You took a deep breath as the driver ran around to Jinyoung’s side of the limousine to let him out. Jinyoung agreed to open your door for you so he exited the vehicle first. Like he had planned, he went around to your side and opened the door for you to step out. The cameras started capturing every single moment as you wrapped your arm around Jinyoungs, and he gave you a reassuring nod. You gave him a smile and the two of you walked towards the entrance of the building slowly as you waved to the cameras and press greeting the two of you. The cameras were close to blinding, but you pulled through until reaching the entrance where the bodyguard escorted the two of you to your spaces in the main hall.

The building was full of white and gold decorations. You could definitely tell that the theme was highly influenced by Greek culture. The budget of the awards keep growing as the number of sponsors increase. The bodyguard escorted you to the table that Beck was already sat at with his fiancé. Beck realised your presence as well as Jinyoung. He stood up to give you a hug and shook Jinyoung’s hand. Beck’s fiancé shook both of your hands too and took your seats.

“The famous Mr Park. It’s nice to meet you in person. I’m Beck, the other shareholder.” Beck gave Jinyoung a warm smile.

“It’s nice to meet you to Beck. It seems like you already know of my name, but I’ll reiterate for the norm. My name is Park Jinyoung, you can call me just Jinyoung.” You let out a scoff because of how formal Jinyoung was being with Beck.

“He’s younger than you so you can ignore the formalities.” You said to Jinyoung and then Beck and him opened the conversation about age and their Chinese zodiac signs.

The evening began at 7:30 pm with the award winners due to be announced at 9:00 pm. Until then there was butterflies in your stomach ready to be set free any minute now.

Jinyoung came closer to your ear and whispered, “Loosen up a little. There’s no need to be this tense. Here hold my hand.”

Jinyoung offered his hand and you took it immediately as he gestured his open palm. Your hands were tiny compared to his manly hands. They encompassed all your digits giving you’re a sigh of relief because of the security they exerted. You let out a large sigh and continued with the discussions on your table with the new clients that were interested in your company. Having Jinyoung at the event really helped scare away the useless men who would only be interested in your physique and nothing more. His presence filtered out all the nonsense that would usually be taking place at the table.

The clock finally struck 9:00 pm and everyone went back to their designated seats in order for the awards to be presented. The event holder went through all the minor rookie awards to then move onto the company categories.

“Here are the nominees for Best Project of the Year.” The event holder signalled to the larger screen behind him as the nominees including your company are mentioned in no specific order.

“I was personally really fond of this project myself too. The meaning behind the design and the immense detail put into the façade really makes me excited for the future of this company. I’ll stop blabbing on and open the envelope.” You looked at Beck and then back at Jinyoung who was really eager to know the result.

“The award for Best Project of the Year goes to…” The event holder lifts the flap of the envelope and takes out the white sheet of paper inside. You hold your breath waiting for the result to be spoken.

“The Chamberlain project, designed and constructed by Chevrel Architects.” The whole community around your table started roaring and cheering for you and Beck to claim the award. That was one award written down in the books for Chevrel Architects, a company you and Beck had started years back. You and Beck had decided that if this award was given to you guys then he’d give the speech for it. Beck was the reason for the Chamberlain project happening and hands down you could state it was because of him the project turned out well. You, Jinyoung and everyone else in the hall stood up clapping as Beck walked up to the stage and shook hands with the event holder along with receiving the award. He then walked up to the mic and started his speech.

“I’d like to first start off with a large thank you to everyone at Chevrel Architects. The amount of hard work that was put into the Chamberlain project is indescribable, without everyone’s help it wouldn’t have been possible to achieve such a great outcome. I’d like to also thank Y/N for coming on this journey with me and trusting in me when I said that this company will create its own legacy. This is only the beginning…” Beck continued to thank more or less everyone he knew and came to an end with another roaring applause by everyone.

He jogged back to your table and you admired the award he placed on the table. You felt Jinyoung squeeze your hand in encouragement for you to realise how much you guys are capable of although he still knew you were a little iffy because the individual architect awards hadn’t been announced yet. You couldn’t help but smile at the gleaming object right before your eyes. Having received this award you doubted that another award would be given to someone of the same company.

Minutes went by and the event holder had reached the most awaited award of the night. Architect of the Year. You were surprised that you hadn’t left to use the restroom to throw up all this anxiety already. You were so ready to go home and relax. You wanted your normal heart rate back. You looked at Jinyoung and he gave you a look that melted your heart in seconds. He started massaging your knuckles with his thumb again and you could feel your body ease into his touch. The event holder for the last time of the night directs our attention to the screen for the listing of the nominees. Beck unfortunately wasn’t nominated so he was rooting for you to win the award.

“I know for many of you this is probably the most important part of the night. I’d like to first mention that to be able to be nominated for this award is ana achievement in itself so, you architects should all be proud of yourselves. It was a very hard decision that the committee made but we were able to make a decision. The award for Architect of the Year goes to…”

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Jackson Wang|2

Two.

♣️

"Let me take care of you..."

It was words she's heard him speak to her before.

Words she knew that she could never agree to because she had convinced herself time and time again that she was too damaged.

Jackson was the purest thing to enter her life, something she had known the moment she had met him. He was the only one who managed to make her feel as if she was someone special. Taking his time to truly get to know her because he simply wanted too.

From the start, Jackson's intentions were always innocent. His desire to get close to Milan was always because he enjoyed her company and the way they so easily clicked. Even when he knew what she did for a living and all the warnings that his friends would tell him about, it never stopped him from remaining in contact with her.

He had made up his mind that he wanted her in his life and no one or nothing would change that.

Milan could admit that her main reason for even approaching Jackson to begin with was because she had seen him as her next target. Another man she'd used to her advantage to get whatever she wanted but she was quick to learn that Jackson wasn't like the rest.

It was never sex that he wanted. What he saw when he looked at Milan was more than just a body that he could use.

Even when she had developed the routine of randomly popping up when she was at her lowest, being drugged and bruised up, he always took her in because he knew that with him she would always be safe.

"Let me take care of you..." he'd always tell her in hopes that she would come to her senses but Milan always refused too. She had taken advantage of his kindness which he was aware of but still, he never gave up on her.

Jackson was the only source of light in her darkened void and because of that, Milan held onto him when she knew that she shouldn't.

It wasn't until that fateful night she had pressured him into her bed that reality had finally hit her. Her plan to make Jackson realize that there was nothing there between them had backfired.

Everything she had experienced that night was all so different. Every inch of skin his mouth tasted and hands he used to caress her, left behind a trail of fire in its place, leaving Milan's brain in shambles. He had taken it upon himself to show her that he was all she needed by giving her something she wouldn't find anywhere else.

But it was in the way he kissed her that she knew he was like no one else. Each time their lips met he made it his mission to show her through his actions how he felt and all Milan could do was accept it.

Since then she tried to keep her distance, telling herself that he would be better off but whenever she needed someone, he would always be the one she turned to.

"Let me take care of you..." He would whisper in her ear during the times he rocked her to sleep after she bawled her eyes out in his arms. "Just stay with me...please..." His pleas were always heard loud and clear but she could never allow herself to firmly grip his helping hand.

Instead, she'd wander back to life that she had always known. A world where she used what she had to get what she wanted, shattering hearts before they could do it to her. Telling men sweet nothings, knowing that she could never love them in the way they wanted her too.

It has been weeks since that night.

She left without a word the next morning before he woke up, it was better that way. When she made a promise to disappear, she meant it. Jackson didn't deserve to have her type of baggage tied to him. Every day the guys were getting bigger and with their fandom growing the last thing she felt like he needed was to worry about her on top of focusing on his booming career.

Soon he'd meet some wonderful woman who'd make him forget that she even existed, in fact, she even prayed that he does.

It was past midnight as Milan found herself snuggled into the side of her newest fling, a well-known rapper who made a name for himself in the streets of Seoul. She had met Reddy a year ago through friends but the two never tried to make anything happen until bumping into each other a few weeks back.

Just like Jackson, he had known who she was and what she was about but being as beautiful as Milan was, he didn't let her career choice stop him from pursuing her. Besides what the two of them had was strictly a mere arrangement. Neither were looking for anything serious, so their "relationship" worked out perfectly.

However, Milan could tell that things were changing. The way Reddy looks at her, she knew he was starting to fall for her and that's something she couldn't have. She almost wished he was one of the bad ones, it would make breaking things off much easier. Milan wasn't built for real relationships. She was the type to give you temporary relief and leave you once she was done getting whatever she wanted from you.

It was just how she moved.

With a small smile on her face, she partially listened to the conversation that Reddy was having with a friend as her eyes roamed over the slightly crowded living room when she had spotted him. For a moment, she felt as if her mind was playing a trick on her, causing her to do a double take in disbelief.

He stood little ways away near the sliding doors that lead to the backyard. Leaning casually against the wall with a drink in one hand, Milan watched him happily smile down at a pretty brunette who stood in front of him with a matching smile of her own. All Milan could think was of how at ease he looked as he stared at her with a look in his eyes that she knew all too well the meaning of.

"You good, baby?" Reddy suddenly questioned, giving her side a soft squeeze. "You're trembling,"

Blinking, Milan came to her senses right before Jackson shifted his gaze in her direction. "Y-yeah, I just need to use the restroom. I'll be back..." She tells Reddy, placing a quick kiss to his cheek before standing up and hastily making her way upstairs.

She had barely made it around the corner when she felt a warm hand grip her arm to pull her to a stop. From the scent that filled her nose alone, she knew that it was Jackson but she refused to face him, choosing to look at the tiled floor instead.

A moment of silence fell between them with Milan ignoring the tingle she felt from his touch and Jackson trying his best to keep his cool. "I hate it so much when you do shit like this..." he voices lowly, jaw clenching in annoyance.

"Why?... Why do you choose to run from me when all I want to do is take ca-"

"Stop...please," Milan pleads, quickly cutting him off with the shake of her head. "You already know why I can't,"

Softly pulling at her arm, Jackson refused to give up. "Look at me, Milan..." He begs, the desperation in his voice igniting a burning sensation inside of her chest. "Look at me!"

Licking her lips, she finally gave in and turned towards him, regretting it as soon as she did. She couldn't understand how even with a look of hurt on his face how he could still remain so disgustingly handsome.

She hated it what he did to her mental state whenever he was around her.

"Come home with me and stay," He urges, saying words that have been spoken between them many times before. "You know as well as I do you don't want to be with him..."

As she stared at him, Milan wondered if Jackson knew how precious he was? "It's better this way. You can't save me," She softly replies, cupping the side of his face.

"But I can, you just refuse to let me..." He chuckles humorlessly, taking his hands to grip at her shoulders. "And I'm a fool for continuing to try,"

Milan could only close her eyes as she felt his forehead pressed against her own, the party they were attending temporarily forgotten. She wanted so badly to accept his offer, to grab a hold of his hand and let him lead the way but she couldn't. The lives they lived were two completely different things.

In a few weeks she'd show up on his doorstep seeking his help and he'd let her in to take care of her wounds. To whisper sweet words in her ear as he held her close in another attempt to get her to stay.

Only to have her vanish once again to dive deeper into her own self-destruction until there was nothing left.

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𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ✧ k.yg | 二

Yugyeom tried to focus on the run they have made. He tried to force his head in the choreography that had been circling his mind all day. He'd been so excited about choreographing, possibly being allowed to record it if it was approved. But now, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he simply couldn't ignore the other in the room.

Jiwon had been dancing on her own for a while now. She was distracting, in ways more than one. They have separated ideas for a while to come up with more. But he was actually getting miserable.

Music from Yugyeom's laptop instantly filled the silence of the room as he tried to dance again. It was already apparent that the song focused more on fast beats rather than lyrics, and the dance routine Jiwon have planned must going to be complex and fast-paced. He knew this because his eyes can't stop looking at her figure.

If Yugyeom would be honest, the routine that Jiwon would always choreograph are the hardest to master. He groaned, "Hitting every beat is impossible with you."

She looked up at him and said, "I'll take that as a compliment. Come on, I want to finish this as much as possible."

For the thousandth time today, he scoffed cockily as he rolled his eyes, "Why? So we can head out and bang right after already?"

"Your eyes are going to be permanently stuck at the back of your head if you keep doing that," she commented, positioning herself a good distance from him.

He could only laugh. He shook his head lightly and said, "Oh please, you'll be the one who'd have her eyes rolling as I fuck you good later on."

Jiwon does not mind him an continues. And it kind frustrated Yugyeom how much she can just ignore him easily. He could only sigh heavily to mind his own ideas. But instead of coming up with an actual idea, he had an unrestrained one.

His smile grew and his nose scrunched up in the sexiest of ways. Jiwon can't help but avert his gaze to the other side at the sudden little commotion. She rolled your eyes as the song changed and watched Yugyeom fluidly step back into the dance moves. The way his body moved like water to the beat of the music and the look on his face when he rolled his hips rhythmically. She could feel herself becoming anxious.

He seemed to notice that air in the room shift. She shook her head violently, trying to remain calm through. He bit his lip and gave Jiwon a testing look. He slowly walked up to her and leaned in close, causing her to back up until her back was pressed against the mirror. He asked in a whisper, "Is something wrong? Does choreographing stress you out?"

All of this was just merely a hookup since she knew that Yugyeom needed satisfaction on his nonexistent dating life. She thought that after the one night stand, it would casually stop like the usual. However, Yugyeom wanted more, but not more than that, if that would make sense.

Yugyeom was a handsome guy and undeniably sexy. Girls would die for just wanting to talk to him, and even crazier ones could if they can date him. Everyone looked at him like he was a god whenever he dances. He was so good, that a lot of urges have created thirst. This is a form of disrespect though, because he looked very angelic.

But he was not angelic at all. He was commanding behind closed doors and he was the complete opposite of being cute.

Even though he may be treated like a giant baby publicly, Yugyeom was a man. He knew how to get his way. He knew how to dominate. And most importantly, he knew how to make her beg for him. All of her control completely goes off whenever his eyes looks straight in hers.

That was it. Jiwon knew she was in trouble. Without hesitating, he placed a rough kiss on her lips. His hands tangled in her hair as she pulled her closer. She was frozen, but eventually thawed as he brought her to her feet.

Jiwon pulled away and looked him in the eyes. She tried to stop him because heck, they were doing something more important than this. She breathed, "Yu-Yugyeom... not-not here, please. There are... uh, mu-must be c-cameras... around."

Completely ignoring her, Yugyeom shook his head slightly before claiming her lips. He kisses her back instantly because it's as easy as breathing. With a low sigh, Yugyeom presses his crotch on hers. The familiar sensation of them slowly getting hot against each other is setting his nerves on fire. He is just about to let his hands slip under her shirt, to feel the soft skin and relax with every breath when Jiwon breaks the kiss, panting heavily. He whispered, "Stop fighting, Jiwon-ah."

The occasional moans and groans escaped their lips as he roughly kissed her again. It was only then Jiwon realized just how much sexual tension was actually squeezed between them.

"Fuck," her lips quiver at the feel of his Yugyeom's bulge straining against his skinny jeans. Desperate to feel Jiwon again, Yugyeom unbuttons his pants carelessly. He yanks them down and pulls her leggings only to see that she was wearing a g-string.

Jiwon cursed herself for forgetting that she should not wear leggings whenever Yugyeom would be there. Because then she would also have to wear the certain underwear for the leggings.

"You're so naughty. Must be ready for me," Yugyeom teases and Jiwon wants to trash and scream and hit his pretty face but she is so desperately turned on. Her own clit was swelling more and more. She was yearning for his touch. It's sad and unhealthy, but she'll take what he can get.

Hurriedly, he helps where Yugyeom has already started to pull his underwear down himself, taking it as an excuse to let his palms stroke up and down his strong legs before settling them onto his thighs, squeezing gently. Yugyeom shivers, muttering impatiently under his breath and only then does Jiwon lift his head to kiss him.

Jiwon wishes she could melt into the feeling, wishes they had time to totally liquefy. But there's only hushed, hurried touches at the moment. Anyone could knock on the door at any moment. They were working together for a choreography which should not be suspicious.

And there hasn't been a lot of time lately. Jiwon had other things to do as a choreographer. Yugyeom was preparing for their comeback. Schedules are stacked, overlapping, and sometimes it feels like they're dizzy under a smothering tower of obligations. But there's never been a lot of time, alone or otherwise, in this business.

They take what they can get, and right now it's just this—Yugyeom pulling the band of her underwear in the practice room, palms whispering across her abdomen, and quiet, suckling kisses into his neck. Yugyeom pulls down his pants more, pressing his dick on her clit. He pulled her closer for more friction as Jiwon whined into the sensitive spot under her ear. Jiwon gasps at the tickle of his breath, and tries to interpret the desperate sound as best she can, moving swiftly to pull up Yugyeom's tee so she can touch his skin.

Jiwon  wants to bury her face in his neck, wants to hold him still for just a moment longer. But Yugyeom's busy, focused: hands jamming down her underwear completely.

Yugyeom huffs impatiently as they get stuck where they've bunched, and he resorts to peeling the legs down more slowly over his muscle. Jiwon squirms as Yugyeom flattens his palm against her, then tracing the outline of her clit with wet sloppy kisses.

Now he's taking Jiwon into his mouth, soft lips popping over her wetness with a familiar little moan. Yugyeom is an all-consuming—tender and teasing one moment, brandishing burning eyes and heavy hands the next. Jiwon's eyes flutter as the wet heat suctions him in, hand instinctively curling around Yugyeom's nape to tug him closer.

They continue like this for some moments, Jiwon moaning, his hands shaking in Yugyeom's hair as his fingers clench and unclench rhythmically with the movements of Yugyeom's lips. Once he can tell that Jiwon is close, he uses Jiwon's momentary distraction to let the hand that is not furiously working his own cock travel up and around, sharp fingernails digging into Jiwon's ass seconds later.

She can feel his eyes closing in pleasure. The wetness adds to the thrilling feeling of Jiwon's fingers carding through his hair and Yugyeom's hips bug whenever they catch in it and pull at his roots, both of them used to the smooth glide of straight, soft hair. Yugyeom was pulling her body more towards him from behind. She instinctively swallows around Yugyeom's tip. She managed to breathe, "P-Please, Gyeom-ah."

Her pleading didn't need to be repeated twice because Yugyeom pushed the head of his member in. Even from behind, he didn't have a problem on slipping his member in her hole. He pushed his way through the tight ring of muscle. It felt ten times better than his tongue.

Yugyeom absentmindedly groaned out, holding onto Jiwon's hips as he pushed in. The way the other's hole stretched around his dick was a sin and if he didn't know better, then he swore he could feel his dick growing even harder.

A drawn out moan left her throat when Yugyeom pulled out again, before pushing back in. His jaw was slack, letting out continuous sighs of immense pleasure. Jiwon was trying hard to control her breathing but nothing seemed to work. Yugyeom's dick stretched her so good, leaving her breathless and ready for more and more. She couldn't wait for him to mercilessly pound into her.

Lowering his head, his lips trailed wet sloppy kisses on her neck. She could not help but hold on the rail by the mirror for dear life.

Jiwon felt how Yugyeom sped up a bit. It was becoming for her to keep her voice down. He haven't even reached her spot yet but she was already feeling this good, "H-harder."

Her pert ears got filled with the sound of Yugyeom's hips colliding with her ass cheeks as he thrusted into her. She could feel how Yugyeom tried to angle his thrusts to find his sweet spot. The sound of her entrance squelching around his dick, as well the sound of her own moans combined with his low grunts made her contented. When Yugyeom found it, he tried to kiss Jiwon and press their lips together but it was nearly impossible.

"L-look at me," Yugyeom breathes, his voice so weak Jiwon would have missed it without the insistent tug Yugyeom gives his hair deliberately this time.

As if in trance, she opens her eyes, gaze struggling to find Yugyeom's in the massive mirror of the practice room. When she finally does, she could feel the other constrict around her. The intense look in his eyes making her forget her hurting knees and almost cramped up wrist in seconds, body getting ready to chase her orgasm.

She's never had mirror sex before and she's a bit delirious, but her mind tells her this is the best sex she's ever had.

Her hands weaved their way through the thick locks of his black hair as he slammed back into her, hitting her g-spot. Jiwon tugged on his hair and encouraged him to go faster, earning a groan coming out of his mouth. He gripped her hips, moving at a steady pace as she felt herself at complete bliss.

Looking at each other's eyes through the mirror as Yugyeom made her feel good was incredible. It was totally out of this world.

Her hands reached for his back and gripped to push their bodies closer. Yugyeom increased his speed in a brutal pace making her body shake. She moaned loudly as she hit her orgasm, "Fuck you, Yugyeom."

"I know, baby. Fuck you too," he chuckled in her ear softly.

Yugyeom also climaxed after more thrusts, riding out of his high as he moaned her name. He shot his load inside he. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and Yugyeom pulled her closer from behind to hug her. At the same time, he remained being inside her.

He lowered his head down again to plant a rough wet kiss on her neck. Yugyeom continued to kiss her until down her shoulder blades.  

They remained like that for a couple of seconds. Yugyeom's arms were wrapped around her waist as his eyes remain closed. His body pressed against hers through the embrace.

However, she knew he didn't want to get caught. So he said, "I'm pulling out, so close your legs. I want me inside you and I don't want my cum leaking out of you."

It was the hottest thing that she have heard from him yet. Yugyeom knew that she was on the pill. Jiwon shuddered at his words and she could not believe that they just had a quickie in the practice room.

Yugyeom slowly stood straight, lifting her hips up. She clung to his arms, letting out silent choked gasp when he accidentally yanked in her. His warm thick liquid filled her. Yugyeom slid out of Jiwon carefully and she could feel a bit of the warm semen run down her thigh which he sucked, as he helped her pull her underwear up in place.

He made sure that all of him was her, and that she was not wet so it would not stain.

Thankfully, they have composed themselves before people started coming in the practice room an hour after. Yugyeom told Jiwon to remain her legs closed, seated on the stool.

Even though she was currently in a lowkey fling with Yugyeom, she always had a soft spot in her heart for Jackson from the start.

It wasn't inappropriate in any way, unlike Yugyeom. Jiwon just thought of him as a wonderful oppa, since he has always been nice to her since the first time.  Out of all the boys besides Yugyeom secretly, she was the closest to Jackson.

Currently she was with the boys as they were having a little talk before they turned on the V-app for a short live.

Jackson decided to stand near her as she remains seated on the stool. She didn't think anything of it of course. Jiwon turned to him and smiled noticing that he was handing her a water bottle.

He took his handkerchief from his pocket and quickly dabbed the sweat that was on his neck. She did not realize that she still had sweat. She said, "Thank you."

"Are you okay? You seem tired. Keep hydrated. It's hard to get sick," she nodded as he smiled at her sweetly.

That was when Jaebeom called all the members to gather around. Jackson ran off as he smiled again before running off. When he sat on the couch with the members, Jiwon noticed that Yugyeom had his eyes on her. She also noticed that his jaw was clenched and his hands were in fists a sign that something was bothering him. Though, she didn't made a big deal out of it.

After the short live, Yugyeom immediately made his way to her. She and him were having idle chatter as he randomly told jokes. Her laughter filled between them. The way Jiwon laughed and the big grin that followed was infectious, making Yugyeom follow suit.

Suddenly, Jackson's presence erupts. It eradicated any calmness that evolved previously. He hopped into the empty spot between Jiwon and Yugyeom, "Hey! What are you two talking about?"

Jackson immediately pulled Jiwon into his arms, hugging her tightly. She stammered "Jackson, I can't—"

"Ah, sorry," he chuckled. Yugyeom bit his lip. Simultaneously, he bit down on any upcoming remarks that could have escaped. Despite freeing you of his grasp, Jackson's arm lingered on your shoulder.

"You became so cheery all of a sudden," she remarked with a slight giggle. Jiwon ignored the new darkness that had clouded Yugyeom's sharp features.

"It's because we talked to the Ahgases. And you're here, of course," he chirped. He sneaked a wink also. Yugyeom had caught onto what his bandmate was doing yet remained determined to not let it affect him.

The three continued to chat, as normal. The guys bounced eye contact off one another without Jiwon noticing. Whenever Jackson made contact with her, he'd make sure to steal a glance at the younger. Yugyeom's jaw was clenched. He wasn't sure what about Jackson making so much contact with her riled him up. They were all friends now, so what must be the tension?

But, Yugyeom felt himself nearing the last straw. Jackson interjected a silent moment and complimented, "Do you want to go to my house for dinner? I mean, I can try cooking dinner for you... and maybe, the guys too?"

A rose-coloured blush tinted your cheeks. Yugyeom instantly met eyes with him. Jiwon was lost for words at the friendly invite. No guy have ever asked him to dinner like that.

All of a sudden, Yugyeom shot out off the sofa and stormed out. Your eyes were fixed on him as he angrily left the room. Jackson quickly asked, "What set him off?"

Jackson did invite the members to his house. But Jaebeom did not believe about him actually cooking, so they decided to just order instead.

Throughout the whole time, Yugyeom found himself intensely glaring at the his hyung while Jackson kept talking to Jiwon. What even made him flare up is when Jackson was refusing to acknowledge the maknae although Yugyeom had just asked him were the drinks were.

Yugyeom counted to ten in his head, telling himself to be calm and patient like he had fought so hard to become after the countless times he had lost his temper before, and got up from where he had been sitting comfortably on the sofa to drag himself into the kitchen, too hungry and tired to deal with what was making him mad.

But it was not easy to contain one's self at all. He muttered, "Hyung, maybe if you can't stop hitting on Jiwon then could you at least tell me where the drinks are?"

It seemed his—banmal—statement was what was required to get Jackson's attention, because the reaction was instant. Even all the members looked at their maknae.

Jackson whipped his head, staring at Yugyeom accusingly. But it was Jaebeom who asked him, "Mworago?"

Yugyeom's eyes were fixated on Jackson. It was filled with so much rage and anger, his jaw clenching. Jackson has always been kind. But the tone of the accusation right now triggered him. He asked, "What the fuck did you say? You've been keeping up the attitude since earlier."

Jiwon tried to feign disinterest. Her eyes dropping from Yugyeom's immediately although she had yearned for him to look at her delicately in the same way Jackson does. It hurt something inside her chest that this was the only way Yugyeom would look at her, with anger burning in his eyes. Like she was only a thing he uses and is selfish of. Jiwon told herself she did not care, but really, she did.

"Nothing, I just said it so you'd get my attention. So sorry about that, I guess," the words wore out of Yugyeom's mouth. The sarcasm was spilling venom in their wake.

"Screw you, you meant your words and you're not sorry," Jackson spat before Yugyeom stood up an stormed out.

Bambam stood up to follow his friend. Groaning, Jiwon felt the need to be the one to follow Yugyeom. So she softly patted the Thai on his shoulder as she gave a half smile. The problem was not supposed to be like that. And if she didn't talk to him, he'd just lash off more.

There he saw Yugyeom standing. His eyes was still full of anger, and when it landed on her, he sighs and grabs her wrist. She tried shaking her off, "What in the world is your problem, Yugyeom?"

Yugyeom rolled his eyes, but when Jiwon tried to stop him from dragging her, he was quicker. He only tightened his grip on her wrist as he forcibly made her get in the passenger's seat.

When he got in the car, the glare Yugyeom threw her was petulant. His eyes looked straight and then he started driving. He was aggressive but still very careful. For a moment, Jiwon was quiet. She just watched how Yugyeom looked behind, his left hand on the steering wheel as the car backed up.

Jiwon was not letting Yugyeom evade this argument, not anymore. They needed to sort this out, or it would affect the whole group sooner rather than later. If not in any other way then at least talk it out because it was driving Jiwon crazy to have Yugyeom acting like this. She asked, "Where are we going?"

The words and the intensity of Yugyeom's glance upset Jiwon's focus enough, "Doesn't matter where we fucking go."

She leaned back in her seat folding her arms, wondering why he was behaving like this. She didn't want to press the situation in the car and wait until they arrive somewhere. The streets were familiar, and they were heading to his place.

Yugyeom was still being cold with her and ignoring her all the way. He opened the door and entered first which he never did, leaving her to follow him and shut the door. There was no choice now. Jiwon cannot leave just like that even if she wanted to.

She was about to tell him off for how he behaved but her words were caught in her throat as she looked him over. He was glaring at Jiwon, his usual brown eyes were now black with anger as she assumed. His teeth were clenched so that his jawline stood out and both his hands were in fist making his muscles and veins on his arms pop. Jiwon couldn't help but get turned on at the sight of him.

Jiwon gulped trying to formulate words but couldn't. Before she knew it he had stormed his way in front of her and slammed both of his hands on the wall behind her. Jiwon was now stuck between him and the door and there was nowhere you would have rather been, she couldn't help but bite your lip in lust as you stared up at Yugyeom.

"You're really a slut, aren't you?" he snarled at her. He then added, "I just fucked you and you're seducing Jackson hyung? With my cum in you? You want him to fuck you too?"

Jiwon pushes off the wall. Yugyeom is quicker. Grip tight on her elbow, he presses her back. Jiwon gives a slight struggle, tries to fight him away with a shove to his chest, but Yugyeom is stronger, bigger. Easily holds both of her wrists and uses his body to blanket over him. She said, "You're hurting me, Yugyeom."

From experience, she knows how fast this can go downhill. How easy it is for the two of them to fall deep into each other, disregard for authority and consequences. Blind to the naysayers and reality, fueled by adrenaline and instincts. It's reckless, desperate, and careless.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. Jiwon writhes her wrist, whimpers. Yugyeom sighs, lips a faint brush against his skin. He doesn't miss the way she shivers, "But I don't know why I was like that. Maybe I didn't like the fact that there's another guy hitting on you."

Yugyeom is pissed, horny, and temperamental all at once. But she was starting to feel corrupted. She told him, "I'm a girl for fuck's sake, Yugyeom. He was just being nice and sweet. Is it bad to be friendly with someone for once?"

It hurts at first, to see Jiwon flinch as an initial reaction to being touched by him, gaze hard and unforgiving, but she knows that Yugyeom is still as caught up in their mess as he is, his heart racing under his palm more than telling. Yugyeom growled, "Do you think I'd be like this if it was okay?"

They were fucked up. Both of them. Bringing out the worst in each other, at the same time filling the satisfaction of the need from each other. But for her, it was getting harder than she expected it to be and she did not know what to do anymore. She whispered, "If you have a problem with me with other guys, maybe then we should stop fucking around."

He glared right back at her getting angrier, Jiwon could feel his breath on her face as he pressed closer to her. His voice was deeper than the usual, "No."

At the words, his eyes darkened even more if possible. Yugyeom took her lips roughly. She moaned into the kiss as she felt his erection beneath which was still restricted by his jeans and underwear. He swiftly lifted her up as they stumbled through the walls, clumsily finding Yugyeom's room.

Once they were in, he immediately threw her on the bed. Yugyeom desperately rocked his hips so that his erection was adding pressure to her covered clit. He pulled away from the kiss and groaned before attaching his lips to her sensitive neck. He immediately began to suck, lick and bite leaving hickies all over her neck. There were tears on her cheeks but her eyes remain closed.

Jiwon could feel that familiar feeling start to grow in her stomach and she moaned loudly.

Yugyeom stood up as he made her rest her back on the bed. He He slowly undid his jeans taking it off as well as his boxers. He said darkly, "You're mine, and I want you all for myself alone."

His eyes were still dark as he maintained eye contact with her. Yugyeom pushed her down roughly and climbed above her as he began kissing his way down her neck. He left a dark hickey at the center of her breasts before he continued his way down to her almost soaked underwear. He kissed down her stomach and finally reached her underwear.

Jiwon was wet. Yugyeom pulled her underwear down slowly, loads of cum slipping down and pooling. His semen was still in hers as he began gently rubbing her clit with two of his fingers.

She gasped when he inserted two fingers into her without warning. Jiwon shut her eyes close as he began moving his fingers in and out of her while curving them up to hit that spot. He stated possessively, "Only I can make you feel this good."

Yugyeom pulled his fingers out immediately making her whine but before you could even say anything he slammed his massive erection into her making her scream his name in pleasure. Jiwon wrapped her legs around him as he began to slam into her.

It felt so good, the way he filled her up, it was a perfect fit. He was fucking her so hard and fast and she was feeling all the pleasure. Her nails dug into his back sure to leave marks as he pumped in and out of her at his pace. He stared deeply into her eyes as he fucked you.

"No one can ever touch you like I do. No one should ever," he thrusted harder, making Jiwon tug on his hair and arch her back.

Seeing her in this much pleasure just made him fuck her harder and faster. Yugyeom wanted her to feel him in her and cum around him. He attached his lips to her neck sucking harshly wanting to leave yet another hickey as moan after moan left her lips. Jiwon could feel the build-up in your stomach begin again as he rocked into you.

Yugyeom began rubbing her clit with one of his hands faster and faster. She squeezed her eyes shut as the feeling of complete pleasure over took you. Jiwon clenched hard around him, "I'm... fuck, I'm c-close."

As soon as she came, he moaned out her name and came in Jiwon. When she opened her eyes, Yugyeom moved to lay down beside her. They were both catching their breaths, and she can't help but still think about what the real tension was.

Jiwon turned her back from him. And Yugyeom only pulled her close to his bare body to spoon, pulling the covers over them both.

Maybe it's the pleasant buzz still fizzing beneath her skin, or the fact that Jiwon has yet again slipped into some kind of subspace—or maybe it's Yugyeom, making her feel contented despite the conflict. But she sheds tears quietly as she quickly wipes them too.

Because no matter how much he makes her feel so good, it was not okay. Jiwon did not expect things to turn out like this. She wanted to get out of it, but she does not want to. He never treated her sweetly and delicately. Yugyeom have never made her feel romantic. And she craved that.

There's only the briefest moment like this where Jiwon gets the feeling that it was alright. The reminder that she cannot cross the certain line drifting off through her mind. But as all the times pass, it becomes harder and harder to hide it.

Jiwon just wanted to feel him in that way. But she was afraid that if they talk it over, it would all end. And for now, she's contented to let Yugyeom fuck her again and again.

Or so, she thought she is contented.

 一 ⏪⏸⏩ 三

[mykoreanlove]

Can I see you tonight?

“You are doing WHAT? Y/N, are you out of your fucking mind?”

The slightly annoyed voice shouting at you through your phone was no other than your best friend. “You cried so much because of that man-whore and now you’re going to his place? What is wrong with you?”

Fair enough, you had asked yourself that as well. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. What’s your motive?”

You sighed in defeat. “See, I thought about that, too. It’s true, JB hurt me badly. And I should be over him and all but I’m not. I am still thinking about him, wishing that it would be different. I… I miss him. And I haven’t heard from him in so long, I just.. I just want to know what he’s got to say to me. Can’t you understand that?”

Your friend sighed in annoyance. “What are you wearing?”

That question caught you by surprise. “Huh?”

“Y/N, don’t play dumb with me. What are you wearing?”

You looked down at yourself and started describing your outfit. Black sports leggings, red hoodie and leather boots. “Oh, you mean the sports leggings that accentuates your bubble butt? And the red hoodie that makes your eyes pop? And not to forget the leather boots that look sexy as fuck on you?”

You gulped, not saying a word. “What are you wearing underneath?”

It was pointless to lie, so you told her the truth. “Red lacy thong..”, you mumbled. “And?” You rolled your eyes, thankful that she couldn’t see it. “No bra.”

“Y/N, I swear to god. You are going over there because you want him to fuck you! Seriously? That bastard behaved like he fell for you only to ghost you and you’re thinking of fucking his dick?”

Hearing her talk like that made your stomach turn. She wasn’t all wrong but she wasn’t all right either. Did you put a lot of thought into your outfit? Of course you did. When Jaebeom ditched you it hurt like hell, so naturally you wanted payback. Getting dolled up, showing off your goodies to tease him – anything really that would make him regret dumping you.

You thought of all possible scenarios in your head. Would he apologize and confess his love to you? Would he fuck you and make you leave? Would he apologize and introduce a new girlfriend to you? Would he even be at home or was this all a prank? Endless possibilities roamed your head until you decided to stop thinking. The last thing you needed was a headache.

“Listen, I know you worry about me and I appreciate that. I am curious what he has got to say to me. And if he isn’t saying anything at all, I can at least ask why he ended things the way he did. Anything after that? Total uncertainty. Maybe I’ll see him and be turned off by him. Maybe I understand his ways and feel empathy for him. Maybe I decide I am done with him and leave. Or maybe I’ll use him just like he used me… It’s been a while and a girl got needs. Is that noble? No. But the world is complex, it’s not black and white. Especially not with JB. At least, I want to be prepared.”

You hung up as you arrived at his place. You scanned the bell for his name, taking a deep breath before pushing it. “Jaebeom, please don’t make me regret this.”

His apartment was on the third floor. You took each step nervously, not knowing what to expect from him. You were wondering if his heart was racing as fast as yours. When you made it to his floor you noticed his door being open ajar, him being nowhere in sight though. You collected yourself one last time before grabbing the handle and entering.

“JB?”

He was rushing to the front door, cheeks slightly red because he didn’t make it on time. “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you. Come on in!”

You took a good look at him. He was dressed casually – black joggers and a white shirt that accentuated his defined body. His hair was longer though, falling into his beautiful features effortlessly. He still had the same aura about him. He was confident in a silent, down to earth way. “Fuck”, you muttered under your breath. Hating him just got a lot harder.

“Did you eat? I cooked for us.” He beamed you a sly smile and ushered you into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly and you started to relax for the first time. You were too nervous to eat before, so you welcomed the pleasant smell of your favorite dish. “I made you tteokbokki. It’s your favorite, right?”

You thought back to the first time you had tteokbokki with him. It felt like ages ago, even though it only had been months. You were sitting on his couch eating, trying your best not to go up in flames as it was way too spicy for you. JB looked at you concerned. “Is it good?” You took a deep breath, nodding. “Yes, but it’s so fucking spicy!” He sprinted over to you immediately. “Oh, let me extinguish the heat then.” And with that he kissed you – sweetly and innocently.

You got pulled out of your memories as he handed you a plate. “Come on, let’s eat.” You barely touched your food – not because it was too spicy but because you were too nervous to eat. Up ‘til now you only talked about irrelevant things – what you had been up to, work, your family, plans for the remaining year. Jaebeom barely looked at you which you took as a sign of his nervousness. Why was he nervous though? You were the one that got rejected.

He got up and put on some music, dimming the lights to change the mood. Your stomach churned again, you had never been this nervous with him. He sat next to you on the black couch and just watched you.

“What?”

“Sorry, I, I thought this would be easier but it’s not.. It’s hard for me actually.”

You were confused. “What is?”

He grinned embarrassed. “Seeing you again. I know I fucked up and I wanted to talk about it but now that I’m actually seeing you it’s so hard.” He gulped nervously.

A ping of relief washed over you. He wanted to apologize, that was good! But you wouldn’t go easy on him, you wanted to see him suffer. You turned around and faced him directly, your doe eyes looking at him innocently while you were licking your lips seductively.

“Go on. You can do it, JB.”

He laughed. God, you missed his voice so much. The deep, honeylike voice that whispered the sweetest and naughtiest things into your ear.

“I wish I could find the right words and give you a proper explanation, Y/N. But I wasn’t in the right mind back then. I felt so lost.”

He took a halt and waited. That was not enough, no. You wanted more, you wanted a proper explanation from him. Maybe you needed to help him start?

You stood up and re-positioned yourself – on his lap facing him intimately. Jaebeom’s eyes widened in shock. His hands travelled to your sides automatically, squeezing your hips and ass. You caressed his face, tucking the lose strands of hair behind his ear.

“I am listening, Jaebeom.”

You felt him getting hard underneath you, grinning vigorously. He was holding back so much and you knew.

“I had been single for a short while when we met. And I wanted to keep it that way. You know, have some fun and move on. And it worked perfectly with all the girls before you but you y/n, you were different.”

You saw the pain in his eyes and felt good. It was petty but you were hurt and now you wanted him to suffer, too. You placed sweet little kisses along his jawline, whispering. “Different how?”

Jaebeom sighed heavily, trying to control himself.

“You were one of a kind. You still are.”

You let go of his jaw and watched him carefully.

“I had never met someone like you, y/n. You are so beautiful and funny. Smart and creative. Like I could talk to you about the most stupid stuff as well as my biggest fears. I was so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. I felt my best when I was with you. But also my… worst.”

The last part caught you by surprise. You wanted to get up and get some space between the two of you but he held you tight by your wrists.

“Listen to me, please. I felt my worst because I knew I couldn’t live up to you. I wasn’t the man you deserved to be with. I was acting like a big fuckboy, running away from my demons and facing different pussies instead of my baggage. I didn’t deserve to be with you.”

You started to tear up. Never ever had you thought of this possibility. Did you think of him leaving you because you were not good enough? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you sucked in bed? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you were just not what a guy wanted? You bet. But this?

His honesty caught you off guard.

„I knew that you wouldn‘t let go of me, y/n. I saw it in your eyes. So I did what I always do best: fuck up. I had to hurt you so badly, hoping that you would forget about me. Did you…?” He paused for a brief moment. “Did you forget about me?”

You held back tears as you were facing him. You hated being weak, but you couldn’t help it right now. With a very low voice you answered. “I tried to. I tried kissing someone else, I tried dating someone else but I… I always thought about you.”

You looked down at your lap, too embarrassed to face him. Jaebeom grabbed your chin with his fingers and looked at you lovingly. “Funny enough, I did the same thing. I tried to forget about you by getting with other girls but none of them did the trick. No one ever compared to you, y/n.”

You grabbed his hand that was holding your chin and squeezed it lightly. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you asked him again. “What changed? Why now?”

Jaebeom’s fingers landed on your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears you cried because of him. “I wonder how many tears you must have cried because of me, y/n. I am so sorry. I really, really am.” He looked at you sincerely, you were believing his every word. With a sigh he explained further. “I got tired of running away. I got tired of playing this game that I’m bound to loose. I want to be with you. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t change what I did but I want to be better. For you. I want to be the man you deserve to be with. If you let me, of course.”

He looked at you nervously. “Will you let me, y/n?”

You chuckled in relief, as well. “Of course, you idiot. Of course, I will.”

His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized what you had said. Not even a second after he crushed his lips onto yours, kissing you like it was the first time. You made out for a while, in desperate need for each other. He interrupted each kiss with another declaration of love.

“I will make it up to you, y/n.” Kiss. “I missed you so fucking much.” Kiss. “God, I’m such an idiot.” Kiss. “What did I do to ever deserve you?” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” Kiss. “I won’t fuck up this time.” Kiss. “I promise”. Kiss.