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ahgaseda · 5 years ago

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Can I say something real quick? I have discussed the subject of Got7 renewing with JYPE and it is no secret I despise JYP the man, but also the company. I don’t want to speculate, but I wanna bring up some facts that I’ve seen a lot of discourse about mostly on twitter.

Full disclaimer I am not trying to start anything with this. I just wanna put some of yall at ease because I see baby birds getting worked up over some of these issues. I love my ahgafam always.

Yes, Got7′s contracts expire next year. There is a strong chance that they already conducted negotiations this year (all of the members’ parents were spotted in Korea and at JYPE in January) and the final decisions will not be revealed until the actual expiration month. This is due to how the announcement will heavily influence stocks.

Also, this argument that JYP is no longer CEO and is not to blame for Got7′s mistreatment is incorrect. He is still the largest shareholder of JYPE. He is on the creative board. He still directly manipulates Got7′s activities. He constantly meddles in their music. Keep in mind the members actively fought for Page to be the title track of Spinning Top and lost because JYP pulled rank. Don’t think for a second he can’t do the exact same thing for business decisions. Division two didn’t just wake up one morning and decide to poorly manage Got7. They got their instructions from the top.

Jackson stating he wants to move to Beijing next year does not mean he’s leaving Got7 or JYPE. It means he lives in hotels every time he promotes in China and maybe just maybe he wants to have a permanent residence while promoting there. He wouldn’t just drop a bombshell like that if it implied something more serious. He has more tact than that.

JYPE not renewing a contract in Japan for Got7 is not suspicious. Got7 can still go on tour in Japan. They just won’t have anymore Japanese releases. The smart move is for Got7 to work more into the Chinese market, considering how well Jackson and Mark do there. Or to push for more activities in the west. We’ve seen groups signing with American labels for promotions here.

JYPE renewing the Got7 trademark through 2024 is not the end of the world. If Got7 does not renew their contracts next year they can still promote as a group with new material. We all know Jaebum has a whole hard drive of rejected bops. Not to mention Yugyeom and Youngjae actively write songs with the group in mind. All that music they haven’t released would not fall under the trademark and would be completely owned by Got7 however they choose to rebrand themselves. Also the members would continue getting royalties for songs they produced while under JYPE.

Everyone likes to shit on Got7 for not being popular in South Korea, but make no mistake it is known how much money they bring in internationally. Got7 would not get blacklisted for leaving JYPE. They could very easily get snatched up by a smaller label that knows their worth. The more likely scenario is that they make their own label together.

This next part is my opinion based on what I’ve gathered, but it’s still an opinion so keep scrolling if you don’t wanna read it.

All this being said, I don’t want them to renew with JYP and I honest to god don’t think that they will. Go on Youtube and look at the videos of Got7 shading JYP and then the video of JYPE mistreating them. It’s also no secret how well artists have thrived after leaving that shit hole. Just look at Sunmi. The first rule of management is to keep your employees happy or they will leave.

Jaebum is not happy. He has made that abundantly clear. He is not given any artistic freedom though he has more than proven he has the ability to make great music. I personally think JYP is trying to stagnate Got7′s growth while also spiting Jaebum, because Jaebum does not willingly submit to JYP and his massive ego. The way JYP openly ridiculed them on Knowing Bros and his behavior toward Jaebum on Hyena on the Keyboard was very telling.

Mark is not happy. JYP has time and time again made it impossible for him to go home and see his family despite other members given the availability to go home. Mark is doing quite well in China, though JYPE keeps his activities to a minimum. He needs more freedom to promote there. We also know the infamous Papa Tuan tweet that eluded to Mark thinking carefully of what to do when it was time to renew his contract.

Jackson is not happy. Team Wang has thrived and Jackson has built it from the ground up, and despite JYP having zero aid or input still gets a huge chunk of Team Wang’s earnings. As hard as Jackson works I know he does not like having to cut a check to a company doing nothing for him and his employees. Also comparing clips of Jackson with JYP to now, you can see they no longer have the friendly relationship they once had.

Jinyoung is not happy. JYPE is closing their actor’s division. We all know Jinyoung is passionate about acting. It has always taken a back seat to his commitment to Got7, but it is still something he very much wants to pursue. He also enjoys making music so it doesn’t seem he wants to entirely abandon idol life for actor life. I won’t even get into how much shade Jinyoung throws at JYP. He’s not exactly shy about it.

Youngjae is not happy. Got7 has been debuted for six years and Youngjae is just now getting solo activities. A radio gig and soundtrack songs are not enough. He should have definitely had a solo album by now. Given what little activities JYPE has gotten for him, he’s had plenty of time to not only put an album together but also promote it. There’s simply no excuse. JYPE has completely dropped the ball in giving Youngjae activities.

Bambam is not happy. Of the other members Bambam has gotten the best deal thus far. He’s been able to thrive in Thailand and we know Thai ahgases carry this fandom on their backs. But still he apologizes to us. He tells us he’s sorry and how scared he is that Got7 will disappoint us. He apologizes for short promotions and the poor job division 2 does. He knows what’s going on and he always acknowledges how hard we work and how frustrated we are.

Yugyeom is not happy. Resorting to his soundcloud and constantly having songs rejected for albums. Not to mention his limited promotions. He killed on Hit the Stage. Also most importantly with the recent incident of sasaengs trying to call him while he was on vlive. Ahgases have reported sasaengs and antis and JYP has done absolutely nothing to protect the boys. They don’t even release a statement.

My suspicions are that JYPE is milking every drop out of Got7 with minimal promotion as they have done for years. From a business point of view, Got7 churns out maximum income for very little effort. In addition to that, I have always thought that JYP mistreats them to a) stagnate their growth, b) spite Jaebum and the other boys that don’t fall in line, and c) because he’s a worthless turd that gets his kicks ridiculing underage girls for their weight.

I recently had a discussion with my friend who is a business major and she said something interesting. The big question was why does JYP mistreat Got7 when they are their biggest money makers? She said that’s exactly it. They know Got7 is leaving. Got7 has grown beyond their control. Got7 heavily influences investor confidence. They are trying to undermine Got7, to slack their popularity so that Got7 does not have such an influential hold on the company and its business interests. In a way they are trying to lessen the blow when it comes next year.

The fact that Dye promotions were bad, similar to YCMN, implies that Got7 did not renew if they did so already. If they had chosen to renew you can guarantee it was with the stipulation they would receive better support and promotion. JYPE in good faith would promote them better. Now if this next comeback supposedly happening in September has great promotions then I would change my mind. But I don’t think it’s likely. I know ahgases are hopeful that JYP will give Got7 their own sub-label if they renew but I don’t think his ego can handle that. He just has to have his hands in their music, getting a slice of that money.

In conclusion, I think it’s noble for ahgases to be campaigning so heavily for better treatment for Got7 but it’s a lost cause. There is absolutely no doubt that JYPE knows what’s up. They know if Got7 is staying or going, whether it’s already been renegotiated or not. It’s not like they sit in an office on contract expiration day and wait for the big decision. It’s like any other business. They make sure they know so they can prepare.

tl;dr: Got7 and JYPE already know if they are renewing their contracts or not. By the way Got7 has vocalized their disdain and how JYPE continues to mismanage their activities, it is likely Got7 are not renewing their contracts.

#got7 #a rant #wow i didnt cuss that much #ugh i invoke every ahga prayer that they dont renew

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yehet-me-up · 5 years ago

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Brought To Light

Pairing: Mark Tuan x reader

Genre: Friends to lovers, fluff

Rating: (PG13)

Word count: 3,177

Summary: On a friends weekend to an AirBnB in the woods for a scary movie marathon you end up getting much, much closer to your best friend than you thought possible.

You stare up at the part-creepy part-charming AirBnB in front of you. ‘This is a terrible idea, Mark.’

Your best friend slings an arm over your shoulder and grins at the ancient Victorian mansion with pride. ‘No way. This is going to be perfect.’

As if it can sense your unease the wind kicks up, swirling the late Autumn leaves around your ankles. ‘We’re all going to die, guaranteed.’

Mark strides forward and you wrap your arms around yourself in the chill. Lifting a brick on the railing he finds a key. ‘You’ll see,’ he says with a grin.

The sound of car doors slamming makes you turn. ‘Hell yes! This is awesome,’ Jackson yells, stoked as always.

You sigh and hitch your duffle bag over your shoulder and follow Mark up the creaking steps. The rest of the group files in around you. When he first proposed the idea of a weekend getaway to binge spooky movies and party in the woods, you were, admittedly, drunk. It sounded like a fantastic idea. Mostly because you’ve been in love with him since, oh, forever.

But now that you’re here, you can feel the distance. To the left is the long, tree-covered lane that lead you to this old house. To the right is a private beach. Even if it wasn’t October it wouldn’t be an appealing place to swim. It’s all jagged rocks and aggressive waves.

‘Fantastic,’ you say to yourself.

Things go surprisingly fine for most of the evening, despite being inside what feels like Amityville Horror house. You all pick rooms. Jackson and Bambam draw the shortest straws and have to share. Fortunately, or unfortunately given your enormous crush on your best friend, the two of you end up in side-by-side rooms in the attic with a bathroom in between.

The owners really did a wonderful job updating the house to rent it out. Enormous flat screen TV, comfortable couches, huge kitchen, modern appliances, and nice decor. From the inside it doesn’t scream ‘you’re going to be woken up by someone with a chainsaw.’

You all make pizzas and settle in for Paranormal Activity. Bambam sprawls out on one of the beanbag chairs on the floor, followed by Yugyeom on the other. While they’re arguing JB claims the plush recliner on the far side of the room by the windows. Jackson lays across the entire sofa with a wink and Youngjae shoves him off, screaming dramatically. Jinyoung rolls his eyes and sits on one end, calmly eating his pizza while the chaos unfolds.

Mark shakes his head and laughs, leaning against the wall that divides the kitchen from the living room. He catches your eyes and shrugs in amusement. A lock of his hair falls across his forehead and you wish you could reach across the room and brush it out of the way. It would be harmless, you think, to make him sit next to you on the couch. You’re always together, anyway. And he’s a huge scaredy cat, so he always clings to you during horror movies.

But just as you’re sitting on the far end, Jackson and Youngjae resolve their fight and sit down next to you. You sigh, watching Mark move to the only open space between Jackson and Jinyoung. He gives you a look and pouts. You might be imagining it, but you would swear that he’s sad about it too, and not in a teasing way.

He chooses the movie and you shove a slice into your mouth to take a big bite. Of course he’s sad. You’re his best friend, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything.

The sun sets somewhere between Get Out and A Quiet Place.

The massive bags of popcorn are made and consumed. Youngjae’s stash of Junior Mints is discovered and he reluctantly shares with the rest of the group. He sprawls out on the thick ivory carpet after, hugging a pillow to his chest and complaining of a stomach ache.

JB falls asleep and doesn’t wake up even when Jackson screams his head off when the first monster appears to threaten John Krasinski and Emily Blunt. He jumps on top of Bambam, clinging to him and nearly popping the beanbag chair.

You look across the now empty expanse of couch between you and Mark at the exact same moment he does. You definitely don’t miss the interest in his look this time and awkwardly push your hair behind your ear, turning away so he won’t see your blush.

Before you can think about moving closer to him or somehowkindofmaybe asking if he wants to move next to you, he takes care of that for you. He cradles the large bowl of popcorn in one arm and slides stealthily into the spot Youngjae had occupied. He gives you a small shy smile in the flickering light from the TV.

You should look away. You should break eye contact, immediately. You should stop having ridiculous thoughts about closing the distance and kissing him. But you don't, and Mark doesn't either. Heat blooms in your chest and you bite your lip to stop from giving him a giddy look.

Luckily, Yugyeom's stomach growls loudly and everyone pauses the movie and starts making their way into the kitchen to pull out the beers and packs of sushi you got from the store and piled into the fridge. Mark laughs quietly to himself and stands up. As always, he holds out a hand to help you up. His fingers normally slip from yours as soon as you're on your feet. Normally, he'd release you and step back before following the group.

Outside the wind picks up, slapping branches from the enormous trees on the back yard against the floor to ceiling windows. The rain starts a moment later, loud and demanding, but still you don't look away from the emotion in Mark's eyes that you can't read. Or maybe you’re just too afraid to let yourself consider what it might mean.

You want to blame it on the house, or on the horror movies, or on the playful atmosphere of the night. But there's no way you can reconcile your sarcastic best friend with the man who keeps you close, who looks down at your lips for a fraction of a second. It's disconcerting in the way seeing a shooting star is thrilling - an unexpected event that knocks you off your center and makes you believe in miracles.

He holds you to him in the empty room for a beat before turning and guiding you into the kitchen. It's only when the two of you round the corner that he removes his hand from yours. You excuse yourself to the bathroom while the guys divvy up the chopsticks and argue about who gets the sashimi.

You can still feel Mark's eyes on you as you shut the door. Leaning forward, you rest your hands on the vanity and groan at your reflection. Not only is your blush incredibly obvious but there's a piece of popcorn in your hair from when Bambam started trying to see how many he could throw onto JB before he woke up. The answer was 27.

With shaking hands you fix your hair and smooth a finger under your eyes to remove any mascara that's strayed over the course of the long day. You straighten your shirt and blow out a big breath, laughing to yourself quietly. You wonder when you started to be so affected by him.

Always, if you're being honest.

Since the first time you met in ninth grade Biology, you've been friends. Just friends, unfortunately. He never saw you as anything other than a buddy. Someone to play Super Smash Bros with and go to late night Marvel movies and study for exams over bowls of his dad's famous kimchi stew. Your friend groups merged and became a Frankengroup of ten, including Amelia and Bree who had a concert downtown they couldn't miss tonight.

You've always been... just friends. Even in college when you were in Seattle and he stayed in LA, you kept in touch. You'd always thought that the feelings were one-sided and that was that. You've dated and had a boyfriend for the first year after you moved back to California. It wasn't like you were waiting for him or anything, but the question of 'what if?' has always lingered in the back of your mind.

And now he's looking at you like he wants more. You wet your hands and press them to your feverish neck and tell yourself you're imagining things.

'Don't read into this,' you whisper to yourself sternly in the mirror.

By the time you emerge they've all re-settled on the couches. Mark is where he was when you all got up, guarding an empty spot on the end of the couch next to him. He raises a brow when he sees you hesitate and looks to the spot before looking back at you, as if to dare you to try and sit somewhere else and avoid him.

JB and Jinyoung are debating between Hush and Midsommar and you weave your way around everyone on the floor and sit defiantly next to Mark. He grins, smug, and hands you a plate and some chopsticks. Eventually they settle on Hush and start the next movie.

When you're both finished he gathers your plates and sets them on the floor, safely out of reach of Youngjae's screaming and flailing limbs. Then, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, he puts an arm around your shoulders. You blink, determined to keep your eyes on the screen. It's too much for your imagination to handle in the moment and you freeze.

'Are you okay? he whispers against your ear in a low voice. 'Is this alright?'

You shake yourself and tell yourself to just enjoy whatever touchy mood has come over him. Why not store up moments like these to remember later on when you're back to being just friends? You nod and follow his lead, tucking your legs up on the couch next to you and leaning more firmly against him. He sighs and relaxes, his arm sliding down to rest gently on your waist.

It's after ten when the credits roll and your eyes are definitely starting to droop from sleepiness. Given the loud snoring from the opposite end of the couch you gather that this time Jinyoung is the one who's fallen asleep. Jackson and Bambam fight over the remote and you groan at the noise, burrowing farther into Mark's chest. You'd swear his hand runs along your hair, but before you have time to examine it further the lights in the house abruptly go out.

The kitchen goes dark along with the lights on the porch and the TV displaying the Netflix menu.

'Oh my god, we're going to die!' Youngjae screams loudly.

‘Calm down,’ JB sighs.

There's a lot of scuffling and groans as people bump into each other before JB finally locates his phone and turns on the flashlight. It swings towards Yugyeom, Youngjae, and Jackson tangled on the floor, over to Jinyoung who lifts a hand against the light, to Bambam who is somehow clutching an umbrella by the door and looking ready to attack.

When JB stands the light flashes across you and Mark and suddenly you’re wide awake. You press your hand to his thigh for balance and try to stand before the guys can see how close the two of you got during the movie. You end up tumbling to the floor. Thankfully the beanbag Bambam vacated softens your fall and you press your hand to your chest and laugh.

More of the guys locate their phones and turn on the flashlights. JB wipes a tired hand down his face and mumbles about looking for the breaker box. Yugyeom and Bambam hold onto each other as though they expect an axe murder to leap out. They scramble after Jinyoung when he says he’s going to check as well.

Youngjae and Jackson sit on the floor with their backs to the couch. ‘We’ll stay here, you know, just in case it comes back on,’ Jackson says with a nervous smile.

You roll your eyes and reach for Mark’s hand, not letting yourself think twice about it. ‘We’re going to go look for some candles.’

He twines his fingers with yours, grasping so his warm palm presses firmly. You hear Yugyeom whining from the attached garage and shake your head.

‘I think he might die of fright before anything else,’ Mark laughs. His voice is close behind you as you feel your way up the stairs in the dim light from his phone.

‘I know, right?’

It feels good to laugh with him. This, at least, is familiar ground. Whatever you were hoping to figure out up here away from the group - that is far less easy to handle.

You find some candles easily on the ledges of the oversized tub in the bathroom you share with Mark. Thankfully, you’d remembered correctly seeing some when unpacking your toiletries. Otherwise he might think you just wanted to get him alone. That would be crazy, right?

A lighter sits on the floating shelves above the toilet and you carefully arrange the candles on the sink and light them. With one hand. Since for some reason the two of you can’t stop touching each other.

When a warm glow fills the space he turns off the light on his phone and slides it into his back pocket. Even the distant noise from your friends isn’t enough to disturb the quiet at the top of the house. He stands close enough that you can feel his breath against your face.

Distracted by the way the candlelight plays with his deep brown irises you forget to feel nervous. It’s almost as if the two of you have always been like this. He always holds your hand. The two of you have always been together, unable to stop looking at each other like your eyes hold the answer to a thousand questions. When he kisses you your eyes always flutter close as you wait for his lips on yours.

Wait - his lips? You open your eyes just as his mouth grazes yours. He pulls back at your surprise.

‘Shit, sorry, I -’ he runs his free hand through his hair and huffs out a laugh. ‘I don’t know what I was thinking.’

You recognize the uncertainty and fierce delight in his eyes because they mirror the feelings in your heart. ‘No, don’t. It’s fine, really.’ Even though your voice is high with nerves your words are steady and sure.

Tightening your grip you lean forward and briefly press your lips to his. It’s not a proper kiss, not by far, but it’s an invitation. You stand strong, composed of reckless hope and a wanting for him that feels explosive in your chest. He pauses, adorably confused.

His brows come together and he presses his lips together in an endearing smile. ‘Do you… want me to kiss you? We’re - I mean - ‘ he laughs. ‘We’re best friends, I don’t want to ruin anything.’

You come closer, fitting your body against his. With your free hand you feel his heartbeat, pressing your palm to his clothed chest. The rhythm is frantic beneath your fingers and you clench the fabric in your fist. He wants you, just as much as you’ve always wanted him.

‘I’m sorry,’ you tease, swallowing a grin. ‘Were you not clear about what I just did? Should I do it again?’

Relief washes over him, turning the vulnerability in his eyes into something much warmer and more determined. ‘I think you should. You know, just for science.’

You laugh, tipping your head back. When you look back to him his arm goes around your waist, holding you close against him. He drops his head and seals his mouth over yours. Though you both tease each other normally, the kiss between you is soft and new.

Someday you might grip his hair and push him against the sink to taste his neck. But for now the two of you stand, holding each other in the middle of the candlelit bathroom. Your clasped hands are trapped between your chests and you know he feels your heart racing for him as well.

The triumphant yelling that comes thundering up the stairs along with the sound of hurried feet lets you know something has changed. It reaches your kiss-drunk mind slowly, as though you were underwater. It would be fair to say you’re drowning in the sensation of Mark’s tongue along yours and honestly you can’t be bothered by the outside world.

But then -

‘OH SHIT, WHAT?!’

‘No friggin’ way!’

Someone wolf whistles and you would bet it was Bambam.

You pull back, blinking in the overhead lights, to see the collected group of guys hilariously crammed into the small landing at the top of the stairs. They all gape at you and Mark. His arm around your waist, your hand fisted in his shirt that’s now tugged almost clear off one shoulder. Your hands and his lips red from kissing and oh god.

Mark looks as alarmed as you feel at having your entire friend group know how you feel about him. And before you’d even talked about anything or decided on what the hell this means. You start to panic He doesn’t look at your friends. Instead, Mark lifts the hand around your waist and tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling slightly.

‘I thought you’d never do it. Good job.’ This from JB who calmly leans against the wall, smothering a yawn.

‘What’s he talking about?’ Youngjae asks.

JB starts to answer, a smug twist to his lips. But Mark cuts him off. ‘I finally shot my shot.’

‘Took you long enough,’ Jackson says with a laugh.

Bambam throws up his hands. ‘God, I swear this took five years off my life, I need snacks. Let’s leave them alone guys.’

He heads off down the stairs and one by one the rest of the guys go after him until you and Mark are alone once more. In the stark light overhead you wonder if this is all some horrible prank.

‘By shooting your shot you mean… you like me too?’

Mark bends against, holding you close and kissing you firmly on the lips. ‘Yes, I do. Have for a long ass time,’ he says against your mouth.

‘But I’ve liked you forever, too.’

He releases your hand to grip your hips. You react on instinct, throwing your arms around his neck. Your face goes into the warmth of his neck and you can’t help but grin.

‘That is excellent news,’ he says. You can feel the ghost of his smile against the skin of your shoulder. ‘Because I’d prefer it if my girlfriend was into me.’

You snort and bite a his neck gently. ‘God I can’t believe my boyfriend is such a dork.’

#mark tuan x reader #mark tuan fanfic #mark tuan fluff #got 7 x reader #got 7 fluff #got 7 fanfic #got 7 scenario

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butterbeeryuta · 5 years ago

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You

Inspired by Netflix original series, 'You.'

yuta x reader | stalker!yuta au | smut, thriller | 6.0 k

warning: mention of drugs, profanity, death, stalker behaviour, sex scene

Note: Sometimes, you have to do what is right. It may not be right for you, or anyone else, but hey, ethics is a tough area of study. In the end, we all have our own personal morals anyway. It’s called egoism. Believe me, I’m doing this for you. Just hang on, we’ll meet, and you will be mine.

Ah, I was waiting for you. Three twenty-four p.m. every Wednesday and Friday. For the rest of the days, you either have work at the clothing store as a sales clerk and English assistance, or at the café if their pancakes are on sale. But, today is Friday. You walked in the library rather silently if I have to say. I’ve been observing you since last year when you entered this university from a TA’s perspective. Today, you were wearing a button-up shirt tucked into your jeans, so it can be assumed that you take a business related course—maybe economics, or business studies. But, I know you don’t. You’re in your second year of university taking biochemistry hoping to be a pharmacist to help your adopted older brother, Lucas, recover from his drug addiction. You have a really caring and supportive father who will do anything for his children, and that is because he does not know about your brother’s condition. He thinks that your brother is doing fantastic studying marine biology abroad in Australia, when he is actually living with you and your roommate in Seoul still figuring who the hell he is. As per your mother, nobody knows I guess. Nobody really knows, and neither do you. But, let’s pretend I do not know that for now.

Your eyes were looking for where to sit. You looked unsure if you should sit next to Kim Eunseo, the third year student in the acting department known for vomiting on her boyfriend, or the empty spot in front of me, the teacher assistant for chemical thermodynamics. Or maybe, you want to sit beside Na Jaemin, the heartthrob freshman of Hanyang University. The boy was perfect; pretty face, honey-like voice, and takes media studies and journalism under a 50% scholarship. But, I am better. I am better for you, and not that heartthrob, and neither is your ‘small’ crush on Dong fucking Sicheng who also happens to like you. Your eyes scanned over the empty seats, and for whatever god or spirit that was listening to me, you seemed to walk over to my space. Good job, you’re taking the initiative to come near me. It’s good progress my dear.

‘Hi, Yuta right? Is it alright if I can use the socket in front of you for my iPad?’ So that was the reason. Maybe next time you will willingly sit near me because of me, and not for that device of yours. And it’s been almost two years my love, how are you still so unsure about my name?

‘Yeah, of course, here let me plug it in for you… y/n right?’ That’s good Yuta, do the same thing your loved one does. You smiled brightly in return, nodding your head in approval. You should smile more my dear, it looks wonderful on you. So much more wonderful than the sorrowful and heavy eyes you have whenever you come home when having to deal with that gigantic brother of yours from both family and school stress. But trust me, all of this pain and pressure will all be lifted once you fall into my arms. I will keep you safe and loved. Your hand reached out of your bag for the charger, the white wire coiling against your smooth skin. My dear, the things you do so innocently can mean something else for people like me. Imagine your vulnerable and frail little body tied up against the bed with a white rope, it will look so good against your skin. For a person so intelligent academically, I wonder why you have a crush on a man who just so happens to like you back. He’s such as ass acting all cute and innocent when in reality he just wants you to teach him and give your notes just so that he can pass Biology 101. Your hand, or I guess the charger, made its way to mine, our skin touching for a brief second. Our first time holding hands.

‘Thank you so much. And just for the record, I do know that your name is Yuta. You’re the TA for chemical thermodynamics. And also because that was the class I got highest in’ you added, smiling shyly as you look at your iPad, probably a digital copy of your polymer chemistry textbook. Of course you got the highest in that subject. Yes you are intelligent, highly intelligent if I have to say, but a 97% as an average may slightly be an exaggeration in comparison to your original average of a 83%.

‘Ah yes of course. 97% in chemical thermodynamics, how can I ever forget you.’ I added with a smile.

‘Surprisingly yeah. I genuinely thought material chemistry was my best, but now I guess it’s thermodynamics.’ You added. You’re not lying. Material chemistry was, and still is your best. You’re doing great in all subjects love, so you do not need to worry about that. It’s just your fucked up brother, and your insufferable crush.

‘Well you did amazingly well on your test. With a brain like yours, you would be wanted to come join the seminars for your thesis paper you’ll write in the next 2 years.’ You only smiled in return, your go-to-move when you just want to start working on your stuff. I saw that happen way too many times. For example, two years ago on the 7th of December at the café, the waiter asked for your phone number, but you only smiled and rejected in response. Last year on April 30th when you were on your trip to Jeju island with your friends, Yeeun and Sooyoung, you wanted to stay in your hotel room because you were tired, so you smiled to the girls and rejected their offer to go to beach. And what did you do instead while your friends were swimming and tanning? You masturbated while watching lesbian porn on that exact same iPad you are studying from. With that note, I let you work on whatever you had to do, while I should be checking the current materials in the lab for the lab experiment for the freshmen students. God I hate being a TA.

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It has been exactly three hours and seventeen minutes since you came, working hard on your notes as you listen to piano versions of kpop songs. You’re honestly so cute sometimes, it’s really hard to control myself and devour you. But that time shall come naturally to us one day. If not, I will ensure it will happen.

‘Hey, can I ask something?’ Are you talking to me? I looked up at the love of my life. Your eyes looking at me, very clear to me that you want something.

‘Yeah, what is it?’ Well that sounded quite rude.

‘I know that you’re a Chemistry graduate student, and as mentioned earlier, you work as a teacher assistant. I was wondering if there is a job open at the university? I do work at the clothing store, but I sorta need more income since I have to move apartments. Anyway, um, is there a job open?’ You asked. More jobs to move? What the fuck, is your roommate kicking you out? Your voice sounded so… desperate, needy, broken. You were broken.

‘Well I doubt it you can be a TA, but I’ll see if I can get you the lab technician position, or maybe the university’s official peer tutor. I’ll see what I can do.’ And there is that beautiful smile again. Obviously I will have to actually ask the professors and administrators, but they know your reputation and capabilities love. They talk about how you’re ready to go to graduate school in an instant, and how you’ll be a great asset in the research department. I promise you, your life will be perfect the moment those two men stop dragging you, especially Lucas.

‘Thank you so, so, so, much Yuta. Here, let me give you my contact for easier access…’ Good job my dear, good job.

Wine is disgusting. The amount of tannin present is so overwhelming, leaving an unpleasant taste in your mouth. I don’t know why you like it love, but here I am in a restaurant that serves multiple different types of wine. Red, white, mulled, rose—all of which I know you will greatly enjoy. I want to question why you drink this, but I know. It’s all you ever post on that nonsensical Instagram page of yours. Wine. Wine. Wine. Sometimes there’s a splash of red, or clear bubbles coming from time to time. You’re a mess, a drunken mess. Which is why I am here; I will fix everything for you. Knowing that you texted your group chat entitled as ‘vagina power’ twenty-three minutes ago that you were on the way to the restaurant, you should walk through that door in three, two, on—

‘Excuse me, is Mr. Nakamoto Yuta here?’ Your voice asked the waitress. Technology never fails, I can assure you that. There you were in your clothes from class today. You had medicinal chemistry, human physiology, organic chemistry, analytical chemistry, then ended the day with Korean—you must be exhausted my love. While you were apologising being late as you made your way to the table, all I could notice were your dark under eyes, the dullness in your eyes, and the slight oiliness on your scalp. You are overworked and internally dead. Despite my one year and a bit of research on you, what I could never answer was why you are working so damn hard and not letting one in to help you. Yes, I know that it is your goal to be this highly skilled pharmacist to help your brother, but you yourself knows that even without the excessive revising, you will still make it. Back in senior high school a guy named Kim Yugyeom asked you out, and you said no. You also said no to Park Jimin, Kim Jungwoo, Bang Chan, and even your first ever crush in Grade 11—Yoo Jeongyeon. She made you think girls were for you, but you still said no even if you two fucked in the laboratory because you didn’t ‘finish’ your experiment. Why do you always say no?

‘… thank you so much.’ You were still talking?

‘No problem at all. So, how’s university?’ Keep the conversation going Yuta, keep it going.

‘Well, it is challenging and heavy, but I guess I am doing fine. But now that I get the lab technician job, it will hopefully get better’ you say much more cheerfully, contrasting the tiredness and paleness of your face. You’re an unheard ghost.

‘Well that is how university is. But to congratulate you for your new job, we must make a toast!’ You raised your glass, and so do I, and we clinked. My, how can you not love this person. The moment I see you, all I want to do is hug you, protect you, and love you. If I can make you mine, treat you as my own, I will be the happiest man on the earth.

‘So how did you become a TA?’ You asked as you sipped your alcoholic beverage; your plush lips pressing so tightly against the rim of the glass cup and—Yuta, stop it.

‘Well, I took Chemistry only for my undergrad, and a bit of IT and languages. Then the professor, Professor Seo, asked me to be his teacher assistant initially for organic chemistry. But, I hated that subject and I ended up negotiating to change my position after a month. Then I got the chemical thermodynamics TA job. It’s honestly the exact same job, but I just prefer this topic.’ This is most likely that only truth that I have told you, and you were still listening to me for every word. A true listener with a bright mind, yet not bright enough to realise I have been watching you for more than one year.

‘Well, I think that is great. But let’s move away from academics, I just had five classes straight and I will honestly evaporate into thin air if I hear the c-word again.’ You say as you slightly chuckle. Alright then, what should we talk about? The reason to why you’re leaving your apartment? Your reason to deny people’s offer when they ask you out on a date? Why you overwork yourself to death to a point where you’re affecting yourself physically? Tell me, I need to know.

‘So you wanted to leave your current apartment right? Why’s that?’ You froze for a while. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes moving to the side. Almost unsure if you should respond to my question. You do have a point though, this is by far our first oral conversation, you barely know me.

‘I can’t afford my current apartment anymore since I kind of forced my brother to be moved to the hospital. So I need to save up more money to pay for hospital bills and the cheaper apartment.’ You quietly replied, your eyes still avoiding mine.

‘Oh no, what happened to your brother?’

‘He’s sick. Mentally ill.’ Well, at least you’re not lying to me. Though you could have said that your brother was kicked out of the University of Adelaide for failing all his classes, then he moved back to Seoul with you all high and reliant on that white powdery poison. It has been two years, and he was barely improving, and you had to move him to a hospital. Why didn’t you tell your father who loves the both of you unconditionally? It was because for that exact reason—he loves the two of you unconditionally. You knew for a fact that once your father finds out that your brother is a drug addict mess, Lucas is cut from the family, and you just could not let that happen. You two grew up together, and he used to take care of you a lot when you were in high school. He helped you drive around places, or libraries per se, and he also bought you snacks and all. He seemed to be very happy and caring back then, and you do not know what happened to him the moment he touched down in Australia.

‘I’m sorry to hear that. I hope he gets better soon.’

‘Thank you, I hope he does too.’ The conversation is dying Yuta, quick, think of something.

‘So when are you planning to move?’

‘Oh um, maybe sometime in February or end of January. I will be getting my apartment keys in the next two weeks, so yeah, around those times.’ I better clean up my schedule during that time then.

‘Hey if you need help in moving, just let me know. I will be willing to help.’ Your eyes finally looked up to meet mine, slightly bigger than usual as the corner of your lips were about to rise. You were about to reject my offer.

‘I-I think it’s fine, I’ll be able to manage on my own—‘

‘No, no, I insist. You’re going through quite a bit, the least I can do is help you move in your stuff.’ You nodded instead, bringing your lips to a tight line. You’re considering my offer aren’t you?

‘Alright, I’ll let you know when I’m moving.’ You say as you comb your hair backwards with your fingers. I cannot wait to make you mine.

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It’s been about two months since we had our first proper conversation, and we have not stopped since.

‘You know, Ikea is the greatest thing that has ever came into existence.’ You say, carrying the big wooden compartment for your bed. Which will eventually be our bed, but I can wait.

‘Hmm, I remembered a few days ago you said ice cream was the greatest invention in human history.’ And it is arguably true. It’s comfort food, and keeps you happy from the amount of sugar stored in which makes your brain beg for more. It’s addicting yet unhealthy, but you cannot stop yourself. You crave it when you’re happy, sad, angry, stressed, tired— it’s designed for you to be beg, and beg, and be—

‘Ice cream is a great invention, I do not deny that. We should get ice cream afterwards once we’re done building this bed.’ You smiled at me, again. That beautiful and bright smile of yours can melt anyone my dear, you better be careful before you flash it to anyone else. ‘Anyway, we should go back to building this thing, I want to sleep tonight’ you added, moving your legs again to attach the next piece of the bed frame. Maybe I misread you a bit, you seem to work hard in everything. Not only in academics, but you’ve been doing your best in the lab, academically, ensuring your brother feels safe at the hospital, and even in making a goddamn bed frame for yourself. It is almost as if you barely take any breaks, and yet you do not seem to mind. Maybe you just enjoy to work hard.

‘Ice cream later is it then. Are you the type to eat those weird flavours like into mint chocolate or strawberry cheesecake, or some shit like that?’ Of course I knew what you liked. A few months ago, October the 12th to be exact, you went for ice cream with your lab partner, Sana, and you had chocolate only. You claimed yourself to be an avid chocolate lover. I honestly do not blame you for that.

‘I don’t think they’re weird or anything, but I just prefer to have plain chocolate. I just like chocolate in general. How about you?’

‘I’m more of a matcha type of guy.’ Another honest thing that came out of my mouth. You chuckled in response, nodding your head up and down just by a little. You want to say something don’t you? ‘What is it?’ I asked.

‘Oh, it’s nothing too bad. It’s just very Japanese of you,’ you answered, trying to snap yourself out of a giggly state. Cute. After our small chat, we eventually set up the wooden frame, and placed the mattress on top along with placing of the beige bedsheet. I can’t believe this will be the exact same bed where we’ll have our first everything, including our children. We will have two beautiful daughters: Saya and Emiko. They will be four years apart, and both girls will be at least bilingual. They will also love and cherish the both of us. With our combined intelligence, our girls will conquer the industries, wrapping the entire world in their little, delicate fingers. We will be a perfect family of four, and this bed, the one we have just made together, will be with us until the end. Just before my mind could go somewhere else, your tired body dropped on the newly made bed, feeling the softness and the warmth provided by the material.

‘I know you’re tired too Yuta, you should lay down too,’ you say with your eyes closed, both your hands interlocking with one another just above your abdomen. From what I know, you only do this when you are really tired, thinking of all sort of different scenarios. Since you asked me to anyway, I laid down beside your exhausted body, embracing the same warmth the bed is providing. ‘You know, I’ve never really had anyone over at my place since I’m so busy and all, but I’m glad you came and helped me move’ you softly say, your eyes finally open as your orbs look directly up at the plain ceiling.

‘It’s not a problem really, you do seem tired during lessons so I figured helping you a bit can hopefully ease whatever you’re going through.’ You grinned at what I said, as if you somewhat agree. I do hope it’s true my dear. You had it tough with your brother, but I will assure you that you will become the pharmacist you deserve to be.

‘You did, Yuta. You did.’ The bed slightly shifted, only to see you on your side as you look at me, and here I am looking back at you. Without hesitation, your lips pressed against mine, something I did not expect at all. Since when were you like this? Have I misread you all this time? You rejected so many different guys and one girl, yet now you are acting to brave and different in contrast to my observations and research over the past years. Although multiple questions came across my head, this does not mean I have to stop whatever you just began.

Your warm hand made its way to my left cheek, rubbing the cheek back and forth with your thumb, almost the same gesture when you caress your loved ones. Grabbing your left leg, I pulled over my body, allowing you to sit on top of me, our bodies so close to being connected, to being united. The kiss did not break at all, in fact, it deepened. You surprisingly took the initiative to tap the velvety muscle on my bottom lip, so needy to enter the hot cavern. Maybe this is your way to ensure that you can trust me, and that somebody can love you forever. Maybe this is a process of yours to know that you will be taken care of for eternity. I deserve to be with you my love, you are everything to me, and I know I will be your everything. Your tongue eventually slipped through my lips; both our wet muscles meeting each others, exploring each others caverns for the first time. My arms were holding you tightly against my body, keeping your fragile body on top of mine—I do not want to let you go. But, how do I know that you really want this? Despite the fact that I do not want this to end, I had to pull away, just to be sure. Our mouths slowly separated with the presence of a string of wetness proving the intense session we just had. Your forehead fell against mine, your eyes clouded with lust as you pant heavily against me.

‘Do you still want to do this?’ I have to know.

‘Y-yes, please make me feel good’ you whispered against me. Fuck.

*Disclaimer: sex scene will begin from here. This will be a female x male smut scene, so if this is something you do not want to read, please scroll down until you see another disclaimer similar to this. Please keep in mind that I will write a male x male scene, so please do not feel too disappointed. I am sorry that I was not able to write it on the same day as the publication. Thank you.

Our lips reconnected again, only this time, the feeling was much more intense. I poured in all of my frustration of waiting, and the amount of love and lust I have for you my love. I flipped us over, finally seeing your sensitive and fragile body below me. You are a sight to see my dear, but only for me. I have seen the way your body trembles as your delicate fingers enter in and out of you; your legs shake uncontrollably, your free hand unconsciously slips inside your hot mouth trying to keep yourself quiet, and your beautiful face contorts in pure pleasure. I want you to do the exact same, but I want you to be louder, and I want to be the one pleasuring you. The moment our tongues touched again, I took the initiative to envelop your velvety muscle with my lips, tasting you completely, leaving you as a moaning mess under me. So you like this. I continued to do so as your hips slightly rocks back and forth, your covered sex rubbing against me. Leaving your mouth, I peppered kisses down your addictive skin, taking in the honey-like scent you had. Soft whimpers escaped your throat, clearly enjoying the amount of care and love you were receiving. You deserve this. My hands slipped under your shirt, feeling the soft and supple skin until I met your clothed breasts. Massaging the flesh against my hands, your fingers crawled up behind my neck, slowly making its way to my hair, pulling the roots so gently. My dear, you are indeed irresistible.

‘Yuta t-touch me please,’ you beg, moving your hips even rougher than before, almost as if you are trying to reach for your orgasm by yourself. I chuckled at your submissive manner, knowing exactly what to do to make you come.

‘You want to come my princess? Do you want your pretty pussy to come over my tongue? You’d like that won’t you as you beg nonstop.’ I read that on your diary, you wanted someone to go down on you and make you orgasm uncontrollably, and you want to repeat the process until you beg them to stop. My dear, you are one dirty little girl. You only whimpered in response, nodding your head vigorously. Although it would have been ideal to get a response from you, I know for a fact that the last time you got laid was five months ago with your colleague at the clothing store, Lee Minho. I hope that he is forgotten. Pulling your shirt up, I kissed down from your supple skin until I met the top of your black sweats. I slowly pulled at the strings as my eyes looked up to meet yours. There you were with your glossy and lust-filled eyes as your bite your finger, anticipating what would happen to you. Your chest was heaving up and down as I pulled at your pants, only to reveal you in your sheer white bra and panties. What a fucking sight. Pulling your legs apart, a visible wet patch was displayed, showing a clear outline of your pink lips begging to be destroyed.

‘I haven’t even touched your greedy little hole and yet you are so wet princess.’ Before you could even say anything, my tongue made contact with the soaked cloth, tasting the sweet essence as a moan of relief escaped your throat. Continuing to lick up and down against your clothed sex, your fingers made it to the roots of my hair as your slowly rock your core against my face. Your moans slowly turned louder and louder, and all I can say is, I was definitely going to implode. Allowing you to take control of me, your legs started to tremble on either side of my head as the tip of my tongue was on your covered clitoris. To further intensify the feeling, I pulled your barely existing panties to the side, sucking on your clit, tasting you properly, eating you out like a starved man.

‘Fuck!’ You screamed, legs shaking vigorously as your fingers left my hair for your lips. Without letting you rest, I grabbed both of your legs, pushing my tongue into your dripping entrance, pathetically clenching around it. What a fucking whore. Moans and sounds of me eating your core filled the room, and whoever is living beside you is surely going to know you as a slut. ‘Y-yuta shit I’m coming again,’ you moaned, your head thrown back against the pillow underneath you. Pulling the warm velvet out of your sticky cavern, I slipped in two fingers, moving in and out of you as I watch you in pure euphoria. Just like that, your legs closed and shook, screaming for the second time tonight. Taking out the fingers, I slowly made my way up to your fucked out body, only to see your lips red from the biting, as well as your teary eyes from your orgasms. I pushed the fingers through your lips, and like the good girl you are, you immediately sucked in my fingers, leaving me to imagine all the things you can do with that sweet little mouth of yours.

‘Fuck me please, god I need you in me’ you say breathing heavily, as if trying to understand how you were coping with two orgasms in one go. You said you needed me. Kissing you one more time, I finally unzipped my pants, releasing the solid member that sprung against my lower abdomen. As I removed my sweater, your eyes were staring at the red tip whereas your licked your bottom lip.

‘I’m going to enter alright,’ I whispered beside your ear, peppering feather-like kisses on your face. You froze a bit in place, though I was not exactly sure why. You did not seem to say anything, but it may be because you are finally being with the man who truly deserves you. Placing myself on your dripping hole, I looked at you one last time before anything else goes wrong, or if I miscalculated everything.

‘Just put it in Yuta, I’m on birth control, no need to worry’ you impatiently said, waiting to be filled and feel immense pleasure. Taking in your words, I slowly pushed myself in you, trying my best not to hurt you or bring you to any sort of pain. But my god, were you tight. Your velvet-like walls enclosed around my hard cock, almost impossible for me to go further in. You gasped loudly, pulling yourself closer to me as you held your hands behind my neck, feeling every once of me. ‘Oh my fucking god, I’m so full.’

I pushed myself further with one of my hands on your lower abdomen to keep you stable. ‘Shit you’re so tight, stop me if I go to harsh on—‘

‘Just fuck me Yuta, I don’t want to go gentle, please just do it.’ What?

*Disclaimer: smut scene has ended.

‘Y/n how else will I make love to you if you want to go rough on our first time?’ I asked, trying my best not to lose my temper. Why on earth do you want to go rough? Isn’t that why the reason you rejected all of those guys so that you can finally be with the one that truly deserves you, and can protect you from anything? Your eyes only grew wide at what I said, slowly pushing yourself off me.

‘Make love? Yuta, we’ve only started talking for like two months, what do you mean make love?’ You asked, successfully pushing yourself off of me, slowly pulling the blanket to cover yourself. Why are you acting like this?

‘You kissed me on your newly made bed, what else was I suppose to thi—‘

‘I was only asking for a quick fuck, not a whole love-making session Yuta. I think you should go home and rethink what you just said, I don’t think you’re in your right mind right now.’ How can you say that? I have loved you since you entered the class with, asking thought provoking questions to the professor. I have loved you since you were at the lab, working on your experiment until eight in the evening. I have loved you since you helped that customer in your shop many months ago, trying your best to communicate with the old woman in her mother tongue. You were always so patient, hard-working, and submissive— how can I not love you?

‘No! I do mean it, I do love you. How can I not? You always work so hard and made sure that you and your brother, and your academics were both in good condition. You are my dream, how can I not love you?’

‘Yuta, you’re saying the most insane shit. Please leave. What happens between me and my brother and my studies only should be limited to me, and not you’ you answered, not believing any word I said.

‘I am being normal, you’re just too busy and stubborn to believe anything I am saying! I have taken so much good care of you. I helped you get a job, I paid for all the meals and snacks we had together, I helped make your fucking bed, and you repay me by being your fuck buddy?’ You were infuriating. You were not like this when I watched you on a daily basis.

‘Well I’m sorry if you thought that I was trying to make you as my boyfriend or something, but I do not have time for that Yuta. I am truly sorry if that is what you thought, and if you do not want to see me anymore, I completely understand that—‘

‘No! You rejected Kim Yugyeom, Park Jimin, Kim Jungwoo, Bang Chan, Yoo Jeongyeon, and you do not let anyone else to love you. Is it because you’re too busy taking care of your drug addict of a brother?’ Your eyes grew wider than it already was, your mouth left agape unsure of how to react. Shit.

‘H-how do you know all of t-these things?’ Your voice was shaking, the fear on your face clearly visibly.

‘That’s not m-my point. What I am trying to say is—‘

‘Yuta, have you been stalking me?’ Yes, I have.

‘What? No, I wasn’t. You’re dodging my question again.’ Shit, Yuta. Think, think, think.

‘Then how do you know about my brother?’ You asked, fear and shock still evident on that beautiful face of yours. I made my way to her, gently cupping your face in my hand.

‘I h-heard about it from s-somewhere—‘

‘Get your hands off me! Tell me how you know all about this!’ You shouted, ripping my hands off of you. Without thinking, my hand came in contact with your skin. Loudly.

I slapped you.

A bright red mark was left on your face, eyes filled with tears, unsure if it was from the pain, or from our argument.

‘Shit, no, I didn’t mean that. Fuck, okay, y/n, let’s talk about this like adults’ I said, trying my best to diverge her thoughts away from what just happened. But I know that it will not work, you are one of the smartest people to exist, and you do not let yourself down easily like that.

‘Get the fuck out Yuta. You’re insane.’ Why are you not listening to me? I grabbed your body, leaving you to scream for help, pleading to be freed away from me— but I am not letting that happen. You are mine. I tightly wrapped my hand against your throat to make you shut up, making sure that you listen and concentrate on every word that I will say to you. You need to be disciplined love, especially if we will be together.

‘I need to know why you’re acting like this otherwise we will not be a happy couple. You are my everything, and I should be yours. I made you enter a world of euphoria with my mouth alone just a few moments ago, and you rejecting my love and pushing me away will not work. I have loved you the moment my eyes laid on you, and I need you to love me back’ I explained, watching your face slowly lose colour as your screams died down, but I do not care. You need to listen to my every word and acknowledge it. ‘You will be my partner for the rest of your life, and so will I. We will have two beautiful daughters, and you will also be able to help Lucas medically without letting your father know. But before we can do any of that, you need to be disciplined and I am here for that. Do you understand me?’

No response.

‘I said do you understand me.’

Still no response.

Your face was pale, eyes were closed, body cold. You were lifeless. Y/n, we were supposed to be together forever. We were supposed to have children, have you become a pharmacist, we were supposed to be in love together. Holding your lifeless body in my arms, I rocked your bare body back and forth— you’re not dead my love, you’re just resting. Yes, you’re resting.

‘Y-you’re not dead. I was just teaching you a lesson, but you seemed to become tired. It’s okay, we’ll do it another time. I love you so so much, I will never hurt you my love. Never.’ A dark laugh left my throat as tears rolled down my face. I finally had you in my arms, finally.

a/n: WEEEEEE i wrote that???? okay umm while i’ll be too busy screaming at myself for writing THAT scene, i hope everyone enjoyed it despite the fact that mcfucking yuta was a creep, but yeAhhhH. i am honestly quite paranoid after finishing ‘you’ cause i keep thinking that someone is in the house, but not really, but yeah... the show was good though. let me know if you also watched it cause i would really like to talk about it with you. and also, HAPPY NEW YEAR! i hope ya’ll had a fun time celebrating it.

明けましておめでとうございます！今年もよろしくお願いします。今まで英語だけで話を作ったので、今年日本語でやってみたいと思います。

祝你新年快乐！万事如意也心想事成❤️

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓 》 Slowly

summary 》 Aera wasn’t aware that as days passed, her body started to weaken and paralyzed as days went by, knowing that she was really running out of time.

characters 》 Gae Aera, Grandma Kim, The White Queen (Aerina), Lim Jaebeom, Mark Tuan, Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, Choi Youngjae, Bambam, Kim Yugyeom

warnings/author’s note 》 mentioned of being paralyzed, basically Aera is slowly weakening.

genre 》 fantasy, got7!as!werewolves

‘Aera, listen to me. You have to lay down for now. I’m afraid to tell you that your body is slowly weakening. I see that each part of your body will be paralyzed, as days pass.’

The princess is afraid that she might get attached to her loved ones when she is slowly dying, knowing that both would be heartbroken when the time comes.

“...That’s the last one,”

Aera tightly ties the string onto the scroll, handing it towards Grandma Kim, but this time, she grabbed a hold onto the elderly’s hand - eyes gazing onto the elderly.

“This is specifically for Jaebeom and the others. It’s best if you could give them after I had my last breath here,” said Aera softly, her eyes watching her surroundings although they were in Aera’s study room.

Days passed after the parade, and the ceremony was successful as the citizens took a liking for Jaebeom’s pack - they even liked them more after finding out that they were the ones who saved King Morian’s long lost citizen.

Just like how she predicted that day, Aera didn’t have the availability to spend time with the others, and sadly, she could tell that her friendship with Jaebeom was beginning to drift away - since both of them weren’t on talking terms and the rest found out the true reason.

But they didn’t know who Aera’s heart belonged to, since she didn’t mention any names - except for Youngjae, he knew but he decided to keep it quiet.

“So, I heard words regarding you and the alpha,” Grandma Kim mentioned and Aera quickly groaned, knowing what the elderly was about to say next.

“I’m impressed! You’re the first girl to reject an alpha!”

Aera turned towards the eldery who was chuckling to herself in amusement, with a slight glare.

“Do you want me to write it down in the book of prophecy that I’m the first girl to reject an alpha?” Aera sarcastically offered, seeing Grandma Kim chuckling more. The elderly find this amusing, hearing rumors that the princess rejected the alpha. Grandma Kim had actually seen this coming.

“You knew this was going to happen didn’t you?” Aera questioned towards the elderly, seeing that Grandma Kim slowly went towards her.

“Aera, everything has been written in the book of prophecy. That’s already your destiny,”

“...which includes me dying on a bed..” Aera muttered to herself before sighing loudly.

Grandma Kim and Aera had taken a peek on the book of prophecy early in the morning and it seems the day where she is going to die has already been written.

“The book doesn’t even state which day it is. Isn’t it weird?”

“Well I think it is best if we do not know the exact day. There’s a saying we should live our days as if the next day is our last,” Grandma Kim advised and Aera smiled softly to the elderly words.

She knew she was going to miss the elderly’s sentimental words and teasing ones - but she would dearly miss the White Queen. The Queen is her biological mother after-all.

Grabbing a scroll that was meant for the White Queen, Aera turned towards Grandma Kim.

“Do you know where the White Queen currently is?”

Aera was told that The White Queen was having her walk-abouts with the generals. She was about to call the Queen when she decided to lay herself low - after seeing Jaebeom and the others with the White Queen.

It seems they were having a serious discussion, seeing Bambam and Yugyeom having their eyes downcast while listening to Jinyoung basically talking to the Queen.

I wonder what they are talking about.

Not wanting to disturb them, Aera turned her back.

“Oh! Princess Aera! Good timing for you to be here!”

〖 AERA’S POV 〗

Oh no.

I slowly turned towards them, with me hiding the scroll in my layered dress.

Smiling sheepishly to my own mother who was having the biggest smile on her face, my eyes wavered towards the others who were smiling softly at me - except for Jaebeom who was avoiding my eye contact.

“R-right.. So.. what’s going on?”

“I had a serious discussion with Jaebeom and his pack that I had given them an official job in the royal house,” The Queen said while smiling towards the others.

Judging from the others, it seems they were happy about what the Queen had told them which I can’t help but frown sheepishly.

“What’s the job then?”

“Protector of Morian’s castle!” The White Queen said happily and as soon as I heard her answer, my smile immediately faded.

“....Which means they have to move to Morian?”

“My dear Aera, their hometown is Morian.”

I nodded slowly as my eyes moved towards each one of them, reading their thoughts.

All of them were relieved to go home, it seems they were more comfortable in Morian rather than here - according to Yugyeom.

I know it is selfish of me if I wanted them to stay forever in Aerina’s castle - a place which is different than their hometown.

“So when are the 7 of you going back home?” I asked the 7 of them, as they avoided my eyes - not wanting to answer.

“Tomorrow,” Jaebeom answered simply and I frowned at his words.

How could he say it so easily?

“Pardon me? How could you….” I frowned deeply and there was a soft sigh coming from the Queen, seeing the exchange of words between me and Jaebeom.

“Tomorrow, princess.” said Jinyoung this time, slightly loud and I tilted my head towards my mother - kind of sad that why didn’t they tell me earlier, at the same time I can’t blame them.

“I’ll note that.” I smiled slightly towards Jinyoung, before turning my back towards them - leaving them in taken-aback to see me walking away.

〖 YUGYEOM’S POV 〗

“Did you see the princess’s face?” Bambam whispered towards me as we were leaving our rooms.

“Of course,” I answered softly.

The White Queen had given us official jobs which were being the protector of Morian’s castle, but what the queen didn’t mention to the princess was that we were also the protector of Morian Kingdom.

It’s a tough job but I am happy that we were given a job in the royal castle, which means we could see the princess easily!

But it seems Aera wasn’t too happy of us working in the royal castle.

“But why does she look… unhappy?” asked Bambam as he was frowning.

“..I don’t know.. Maybe she doesn’t want us to leave her all alone in Aerina’s castle…?” I assumed, and Bambam’s expression turned sad, realizing that we had to leave the princess.

Smiling slightly with positiveness, I pat his back as an encouragement. “I’m sure she understands. It’s the only way to protect both kingdoms, Bam.”

Bambam nodded with a smile, and we were about to go down the stairs when a group of maidens were running towards a certain direction. We were about to go down when they suddenly stopped us.

“Sir Bambam! Sir Yugyeom! Here you are! We were looking everywhere for you!” One of the maidens called us, and I looked towards Bambam in confusion.

“Why are you ladies rushing for? Did something happen?” asked Bambam, his voice sounded worried - seeing as they looked rushed.

“It’s Princess Aera! She fainted in the middle of horse-riding!”

My eyes went wide after hearing the servant’s response, turning towards Bambam who looked taken-aback.

“Take us to her!” With my answer, Bambam and I, along with the maidens guided us to where Aera was.

〖 BAMBAM’S POV 〗

As soon as Yugyeom and I arrived at the hallway where Aera’s room was located, there were already some figures walking out of her room, with deep frowns on their face.

Somehow, I grew anxious since the deep frowns were coming from Jackson and Jinyoung, but what got me having cold sweats were seeing the pale expression from Jackson himself.

I didn’t even realise that Yugyeom and I were just a few steps away from the both of them.

“What happened to the princess?!” Yugyeom was the first one to question both of the older ones, as they looked from me to Yugyeom.

“..I don’t know what to say..” Jinyoung muttered to himself, as he turned towards Jackson, wanting him to say whatever was going on.

“I don’t even know what the heck is going on till Grandma Kim said the princess has fallen ill and what’s worse is that there were no cures to treat it!” Jackson rambled in anger and annoyance.

I gulped while turning towards Yugyeom, whose eyes were widened twice after hearing Jackson’s words.

“Where are the others? Do they know about this?” I asked, thinking that the others must be informed about this - even if one doesn’t want to know, they had to know.

Aera is our childhood friend, and a future crowned princess to my kingdom and Aerina’s kingdom.

“Youngjae is currently in the garden, finding plants to cure Aera while Mark is searching for Jaebeom in Morian, to let the alpha know as soon as possible regarding this.” Jinyoung informed us and I let out a sigh.

“Can we—

Before I could even ask, Yugyeom already knocked on the door before pushing the door open to see Grandma Kim and the Queen on both sides of the princess’s side.

My eyes fell towards a pale body on the bed, and my eyes immediately went foggy with tears.

“Grandma!? What’s going on? What’s happening?” Yugyeom was already running to his grandma’s side, not caring to bow to the older ones as his eyes attached to the princess, who looked peacefully sleeping.

“My dear, I need you to calm down—

“How can I calm down, Grandma?! The princess doesn’t look well!” Yugyeom yelled slightly, his voice sounded shaky.

As his best friend, my hands already reached for his shoulder - gesturing him to calm down before the presence of the Queen and his own grandmother.

Looking towards Grandma Kim then towards the Queen, I can’t help but frown a little.

Why do they look calm?

“What’s going on, your majesty? Why does the princess look so pale?”

“Aera has never been this pale in our years we have spent with her. Is there something wrong with her, Grandma Kim!?”

More voices were heard in Aera’s head, and to her, the voices sounded annoyed and concerned. Her head began spinning and she could feel herself frowning to the pain she felt.

Couldn’t bear the feeling, Aera’s eyes started to flicker open, her vision starting to focus - then to see a few figures on both of her sides.

Aera slightly groaned as she moved, seeing all heads snapping towards her.

The first person she saw was Jackson, as she then sees Jinyoung, Bambam and Yugyeom with the White Queen and Grandma Kim.

“Princess!” Jackson came rushing towards Aera’s side, sitting on her bed while reaching out for her pale hands. Aera smiled softly, seeing how worried Jackson was. She could only grip onto his hand slightly, feeling her energy getting weaker.

“I’m not dead yet, you know.”

“Don’t say that!” answered Yugyeom a little loudly, making Aera turn towards the taller one. His eyes were watery while his nose was red, indicating that he may have cried.

〖 AERA’S POV 〗

I knew what had happened before I passed out.

I was, as usual, horse-riding and one moment, I felt the same throbbing pain on my chest, the same feeling I felt in Morian - and that’s when I fell into darkness.

This time, I felt twice as painful as before.

“What’s going to happen to me now?” I asked, turning towards Grandma Kim, who was somehow staring at me.

The elderly turned towards the Queen, as she gave a nod towards the elder one.

“You will need to rest more, your highness. Which means bare minimum of movement.”

“What!?” I yelled while frowning.

There was no way I would be staying in bed for almost every time.

I still have so much to do, so much to write on the scrolls for the future - knowing I would be gone anytime.

I can’t be sitting still.

“But—

‘Aera, listen to me. You have to lay down for now. I’m afraid to tell you that your body is slowly weakening. I see that each part of your body will be paralyzed, as days pass.’

My eyes slowly widen, hearing Grandma Kim’s voice of thoughts while trying to move my legs, which unfortunately, and to my horror, I can’t even move my legs.

My eyes started to get watery in fear, turning towards the Queen as her eyes were already clouded with tears.

‘I can’t move my legs! Don’t do this to me! I have so much to do, Grandma! Help me!’ My thought of voice came out as a scream, without knowing that I let out a whimper, which caused the others to be taken-aback.

Only Grandma Kim, and my mother could hear my honest thoughts, as they could look at me with the saddest eyes I have ever seen.

This is it.

“Aera, princess. Look at me, hey.” Jackson called me out, making me break eye contact with my mother. His hands were cupping both of my cheeks, forcing me to directly look at me.

“You can get through this. We will take care of you, we will stay here until you are better, right guys?” Jackson pleaded to me, turning towards the others who were nodding, supporting Jackson’s answer.

Chuckling while sobbing, I shake my head slowly while holding onto his hands, staring into his eyes that had so much hope.

Not knowing that I was staring at him, my eyes filled with hope that wasn’t even real. Jackson and the others were trying hard to read me, since I had blocked others to read me deep - and I was too into gazing towards Jackson, that the door busted open.

To reveal Mark and Jaebeom, they looked like in a rush as they were breathing rather heavily.

My eyes somehow met with Jaebeom, his eyes went wide and for a second, I could see his eyes went teary but he immediately hid it with him clenching his jaw, seeing what Jackson is doing.

“Aera!” Mark called me, his voice filled with worry while running towards me.

Instead of him, Jaebeom exited the room and I could already feel his jealousy even when he was just outside.

“I’ll talk to him and—

“No. You don’t have to, Jackson. Leave him be. He’ll come around,” My hands are already grabbing for Jackson as he was about to leave.

‘Stay, Jackson. Stay with me, please.’

Jackson’s head snapped towards me, his eyes widened slowly as he heard my voice of thoughts - which sounded desperate and rushed.

Cursing to myself, I had just accidentally let out my honest thoughts in vulnerable moments.

I really need to work out on that, or I would be in trouble.

“Okay, lovebirds. Do in mind that we are in the same room, and Mark just got here! Give him some love!” Bambam broke my thoughts, complaining about me and Jackson - as I turned towards Mark who was slightly pouting towards me, causing myself to giggle.

‘I don’t have much time with them and I’m already worried that I might get attached to them, just like how they are attached to me,’

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 ⇿ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

#got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 wolf #got7 wolf au #got7 wolf scenarios #got7 wolf imagines #got7 fantasy #got7 mark #got7 jaebeom #got7 jackson #got7 jinyoung #got7 youngjae #got7 bambam #got7 yugyeom

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this-song-thats-only-for-you · 5 years ago

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The Writers’ Guild - Youngjae

A/N: I enjoyed writing this so much, and I hope everyone who reads it does too. Thank you to everyone who has participated in this collab. I’ve loved every story! <3

Genre: 1800s AU, Fluff

Pairing: Choi Youngjae x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,876

Intro - Mark - Jaebeom - Jackson - Jinyoung - Youngjae - Bambam - Yugyeom

It wasn’t the first time he had ventured out here into the wilderness, it had become a weekly and sometimes even daily routine for him to do so. Youngjae needed an escape from his everyday life. He never truly felt he fit into his small township in the ways that mattered to everyone else. He would much rather explore the outskirts of the town in search of solitude away from the hustle and commotion of the busy streets, or stay home with his nose in a book. He expressed himself in a way that nobody understood, and so the other locals took to calling him absurd and strange. Depending on the day, he was sometimes simply overlooked, but today he hadn’t been awarded such luxuries.

“Get back here prissy boy!”

“You think you’re better than the rest of us? Always got your head stuck in a book.”

“Come back and face us! We’ll show you what a real man is!”

He hurried as fast as his feet could carry him, up and away from the group chasing after him. Youngjae had been simply taking his allotted break at the correct time from his shift at the train yard, his pen and leather-bound notebook in hand as he urgently poured his thoughts onto its pages. He was blaming himself entirely for not noticing sooner when his co-workers bombarded him, pushing him roughly into the ground, his notebook falling into the dirt alongside him. It didn’t matter how many times the same situation occurred, he was always blind-sighted and never noticed until it was too late. He was however quick on his feet and always seemed to manage an escape before they got too rowdy with him.

Holding onto his satchel for dear life, he shoved the book and pen in it blindly as he ran towards the trees. They wouldn’t follow him there, they never did. His breathing caught in his throat as his chest heaved in and out rapidly, making his way past the old oak and into the densely plotted part of the woods. He knew the layout all too well now, never fearing that he might fall as others might. He slowed his pace, allowing himself to catch his breath and take in the all too familiar scenery before him.

The sun was high in the sky as it shone warmly down onto the treetops above, the light escaping through the leaves, allowing the colors to change as the wind gently rustled them.

This was his favorite spot to come to; the silence was comforting as he removed his satchel from his shoulders, placing it against the rocks at the edge of the bank. The water called to him, playing its own musical melody as it traveled along the pebbles, and weaving its way in-between the reeds. Youngjae closed his eyes momentarily, allowing himself to soak in the sun’s rays, his arms outstretched to the sky as he inhaled the fresh air deeply.

“Nobody knows.” He mumbled to himself. As soon as the words were spoken a spark was lit inside, igniting the urge to continue with the thought onto paper. Sitting down on the soft green grass he scrambled for his leather-bound book, his pen already in his hand as he began to pour out the lyrics to another song.

He never knew where these thoughts would take him, only that if he didn’t write them out as they came, he would regret it immensely.

Time began to pass quickly, although unknown to Youngjae, as he concentrated only on the book in front of him. He would be lying to himself however if the inkling of hope that resided inside wasn’t eager to spot the rare sighting of you again. He had been coming into these woods for many years and it was the first time he had ever seen another living person wandering through it. Surely there were hunters, but seeing you, it was different. The way you soaked in all the beauty around you, it felt like he saw some resemblance of himself. The same way his brown eyes appreciated the trees and animals the first time he stepped inside, it was welcoming, far more welcoming than the atmosphere in the town and he felt that very same feeling as he watched you do the same.

Although it was strange seeing you, what was even more peculiar to him was the fact you were not dressed like the other young women he had seen at all, actually very far from it. You weren’t in a flowing summer dress that accentuated your womanly figure; in fact, you wore pants, suspenders, and a white shirt very much like the one he wore.

He smiled at the thought then, much as he did now. He shook his head lightly to readjust himself and bring his concentration back to the task at hand. A sense of accomplishment coursed through him at his handwriting and the completion of yet another song. Brushing his fingers along the pages gently he murmured to himself as if to imprint the tune to memory, his voice getting louder and louder as he progressed.“What are you doing?”

Youngjae’s voice stopped instantly at the unexpected intrusion, his eyes snapping open a moment later as they landed on you. He gasped audibly, tightening his fists against his side as his senses became overwhelmed at seeing you so close. Although the forest was filled with many scents from the various flowers that grew there, the light aroma that was you invaded his sense of smell and captured something inside of him.

“I beg your pardon? I should ask of you the same thing.” He swallowed, roughly shaking himself back to the present.

“I will answer no such question from a stranger.” You answered defiantly, holding your chin up high as you crossed your arms in front of yourself.

Youngjae knew it then. You were different.

“I’m Youngjae and might I add you approached me first.” He held his hand out towards you politely, a bright welcoming smile on his face. You scrutinized the gesture for only a moment before taking his hand in yours and shaking it briskly.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N.”

It suited you entirely and Youngjae liked the way it rolled off his tongue. He didn’t know what name he would have given you but now that he knew it, he couldn’t picture you as anything else.

“Now will you tell me what you’re doing out here?” You asked for the second time, your body language expectant now that you had been introduced.

“I came out here to be alone. I like the solitude.”

“Whatever for?” You continued, as you sat down on the rocks beside his satchel making yourself comfortable, your curiosity piqued.

“Do you ever feel that the world is suffocating with its ideals of how things should be? That you are somehow peculiar if you do not conform to them?” He turned to look at you briefly as you nodded your head lightly in agreement.

“I come out here to escape those ideals and relish in the beauty of the forest and what it allows me to do. I write music, songs. Others see me as odd for doing such things, but I know no other way than what I am.”

Youngjae’s heartbeat began to thud loudly in his chest, he was unsure of the reason why he became so blatantly honest with you, but it relieved him at the same time. It was exhilarating to share his inner thoughts with someone else. He closed his eyes as he tried to calm his body, his breathing becoming erratic as he inhaled.

“I do not think it is odd. I find it rather admirable.” You admitted, your hand reaching out for his as you squeezed it firmly. “If you cannot tell, I too am seen as peculiar. It isn’t every day you see a woman dressed as I. Am I correct?” You declare, your strong demeanor faltering for a moment as you blushed softly under Youngjae’s gaze.

“You are correct, although I see no problem in what you are dressed in. It suits you very much.” His eyes began to soak in the tiny details of your appearance. Your hair was tied up roughly in a bun, some of the strands escaping and surrounding your face. He chuckled lightly, reaching his hand up to remove the debris that had found a home in it. You swallowed roughly as his hand fell to your face, cupping your cheek affectionately.

“You find me admirable?” he whispered huskily as you nodded once, unable to tear your eyes away from his. “I find you utterly breathtaking.”

Before he could stop himself Youngjae leaned forward finding your lips with his as he kissed you tenderly. You reciprocated almost instantly, as your whole body moved towards his touch, deepening the kiss. Losing yourself in the moment you misplaced your balance, finding yourself above Youngjae in his embrace upon the grass.

You pulled away breaking the kiss as you tried to catch your breath. Your eyes taking in Youngjae’s now swollen lips as you ran your finger along them gently.

“I have a confession to make.”

“What kind of confession?” he chuckled, his hands rubbing soothing circles along your waist.

“I have known of you for quite some time.”

He paused in his actions, listening to you more intently. “Oh?”

“Mm. I’ve seen you write in your book and it made me curious because you weren’t like the other men in the town. So I followed you into the forest in hopes to find out more about you.”

“Really?”

“But I was unsure of how to approach you without seeming indecent.”

“What of this then? Are we not somewhat indecent in our position right now?” he teased as you slapped him playfully. “And so you decided today was the day you would come to me?”

“Well, I heard you singing. Your voice is beautiful and I knew then that there was no way I couldn’t become known to you.”

“And I am beyond happy that you have, although I must confess something too.”

You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, moving forward as you closed the gap between you.

“Oh?” You smiled teasingly.

“I have known of you too. I come to this exact spot in hopes to catch a glimpse of you.”

“Really?” He nodded, brushing your hair out of your face once more. “Well, it is fate that we met in such a way is it not?”

“Two people unwilling to bend to the ideals of the world, and instead we embrace our own and in turn find each other. It is poetic, yes?”

“Worthy of a song or two in that little notebook of yours?” You laughed, leaning forward and kissing Youngjae briefly.

“Most definitely so.” He agreed, although unbeknownst to you was that the notebook he coveted so earnestly was already filled with lyrics and thoughts of you. He was thankful that the forest had brought the two of you together, and that he now had a chance to share himself completely with someone who understood. He was wrong in his thoughts that nobody knew, because you did.

#Youngjae #Choi Youngjae #the writers guild collab #Youngjae imagine #Youngjae fiction #Youngjae scenario #Youngjae drabble #Got7 imagine #Got7 fiction #Got7 scenario #Got7 drabble #kpop #got7

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yugyummygot7reactions · 5 years ago

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Mrs. Claus

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3,707

The Christmas party was a blast, you dressed in your barely appropriate Mrs. Claus outfit and Jinyoung showed up in a red silk suit, making your outfits somewhat matching. You had been on the dance floor with JYP and the rest of the Got7 members all night and all in attendance had their eyes glued to you. You were Jinyoung’s girlfriend of 2 years. Everyone knew you at JYP and even though they knew how taken you were, it didn’t stop anyone from flirting with you shamelessly all night…even when Jinyoung had his arm tightly wound around your waist. “Hey, Y/N, why don’t you dump baby Jinyoung and upgrade to his successful hyung?” Mark drunkenly said as he smiled and put his arm over your shoulder, smiling his usual dorky smile. That was the last straw. Jinyoung finally had enough. He knew that the younger member’s and JYP’s flirting was just fun and games and it happened all the time, but now that Mark stepped in to say something, it was too much. Jinyoung removed Mark’s arm from your shoulder and wrapped his arm around your waist and forcefully pulled you into his side. “Excuse us.” Jinyoung said through gritted teeth as he guided you towards the restrooms. He gently pushed you into the men’s room and after checking the stalls for other guests, locked the door behind him. “Do you have any idea what seeing you with other guys like that does to me?” he asked as he reached into his inner jacket pocket. “I was going to save this for later,” he started, “but I think you need to be punished for being so careless with my hyungs.” Jinyoung pulled out a small vibrator and before you could process what he was going to do he picked you up and put you on the sink counter, spreading your legs and fighting with your shiny spanks you wore just in case your dress caught the wind the wrong way. “No panties underneath these shorts huh?” he asked as he pushed the vibrator into your semi-wet womanhood. Him being this possessive always turned you on. “How is this a punishment?” You scoffed. “Is this supposed to make me feel uncomfortable?” You paused, cocking your head to one side, “I mean, you know how much I like things down there…this seems more like a reward,” If he was going to play with you, you could play back. “Oh, this won’t be pleasurable.” He said as he pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and showed you an app that was open on his phone. “I have control over whenever that little device turns on with this app.” He hit one button on his phone and the vibrator began at a slow pace, causing you to slam your legs together and bite your lip. Seeing your reaction, Jinyoung hit another button and the vibrations increased ten-fold, almost bringing you to a too quick climax on the sink in the men’s room. Just as you were about to cum he stopped the vibrator and chuckled to himself. “You’re going to love me by the end of the night.” He smiled his mischievous grin, letting the eye wrinkles you normally love so much come out. “No other man will be able to keep your attention but me.” He turned around and unlocked the door, heading out of the bathroom, hitting the button, giving you a quick burst of vibrations before the door closed, leaving you alone to process what just happened. You knew you could take it out and fake anything to please him, but where would the fun be in that. This was a challenge; one you wouldn’t soon turn down. “Game on Park Jinyoung” You rush after Jinyoung, he’s never done anything this sexual with you in public and you were nervous about how this was going to go down. Jinyoung never gets this jealous. A few minutes of searching and Jinyoung was nowhere to be found. You walked up to JB to see if maybe he had seen Jinyoung. You needed to find him to figure out exactly what he was going to do. “Jaebeom!” you yelled over the repetitive Christmas music, “Have you seen J…..” you fumbled over your words as you felt the vibrator turn on. You looked around trying to find Jinoyung in the crowd but you still couldn’t see him anywhere. “Have I seen who?” he asked, smiling, “J..JINYOUNG” you croak out, the vibrations intensifying. “I haven’t, sorry. Maybe try at the bar?” he said. As soon as he walked away the vibrations stopped. “Is that the game he’s playing?” You wondered, “If a man talks to me I get the vibrator?” You were already sweating a little because of the pleasure that was building up with no release, but you had to test your theory and do your best to hold it together. You walked up to Mark and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey babe!” he said, struggling to stand straight and still. You felt the vibrations start at a surprisingly strong level as soon as he acknowledged you. “Did you decide to party with me instead of your precious Jinyoung?” he laughed as he spilled some of his drink on himself. You laughed at his stupidity and walked away. Why Jinyoung took Mark’s proposition seriously earlier you will never know. He is the last person on earth you would leave Jinyoung for. As you walked away, once again the vibrations stopped. Theory proven. “Noona!” You heard someone yell through the crowd. You look over and see Bam Bam and Yugyeom waving you over to dance with them. The maknaes were harmless and you thought maybe Jinyoung would cut you some slack, so you headed over to join them on the dance floor. As soon as you joined them the vibrations in your core began again. If Jinyoung was going to be this childish, you could control yourself and make him even more jealous instead of accepting his torture. You began dancing with the buzzed maknaes. As the vibrations increased, You danced more provocatively with them. Even though you didn’t see Jinyoung in the JYPE crowd, You knew he could see you. When you were close to your release you pulled the maknae’s closer and began grinding with both of them, Yugyeom behind you and Bam Bam facing you, inches from your face. The vibrations suddenly stopped before either boy could tell there was a vibration emanating from you and you felt someone grab your arm and pull you out from in between Yugyeom and Bam Bam. “We’re leaving…NOW!” Jinyoung growled into your ear as he smiled and waved at the other Got7 members with the fakest smile on his face before pulling you towards the exit, leaving your coat and purse behind at the party. He rushed past the paparazzi and pushed you into the limo he rented for the night. You sat in silence for the first few moments of the drive before Jinyoung looked at you with jealousy fiercely glowing in his eyes. “You didn’t have to let them touch you,” he said, fuming, “I should be the ONLY one touching you.” He hit a button on his phone and the vibrations began again as Jinyoung began kissing you passionately. The limo driver closed the window that separates the back of the limo with the drivers seat as Jinyoung pushed your dress up so that your legs were completely exposed. He ripped off the flimsy shorts and began to massage your clit as he fiddled with the zipper on your dress with his other hand. This dress wasn’t the easiest to get on or off, so he had his work cut out for him. After a few minutes of struggling, Jinyoung released your clit and hit a button on his phone, causing the vibrator to increase as he flipped you over on the long seat and yanked the dress off of you, leaving only your thigh high black boots on. Jinyoung roughly flipped you back over as he inserted two fingers and began pumping and stretching you with the vibrator still going strongly. He grabbed the vibrator and pulled it forward, holding it against your G-spot, causing you to writhe in pleasure, a moan escaping your lips. He hit a button on his phone and the vibrator stopped right before you hit your climax… again. He pulled it out and threw it on the floor of the limo, kissing your neck, leaving love bites as he kissed you down your body. He took off his jacket, shirt, and pants quickly, leaving both of you completely naked in the back of the limo. “Who is the only one who can touch you?” he asked as he leaned down, licking your slit and inserting his tongue into your entrance. “Ohh-JINYOUNG!” you moaned. He stopped licking and looked you straight in the eyes, “Who is the only one who can touch you?” he teased again, looking for a specific answer. “FUCK JINYOUNG…” you whined, begging for his touch, bucking your hips. “You!” you yell, “Only you!” “That’s what I thought.” He said as he licked your slit one more time before moving himself to kiss you roughly while positioning his rock hard erection at your entrance. “I’m going to make sure you remember that” he growled in your ear as he slammed into you roughly, pinning your arms above your head. He thrusted a few times and pulled out, leaving you begging again. You hissed at him because of the lack of contact and he smiled. “What’s wrong baby?” he asked, “You don’t like being played with?” he rubbed his throbbing head against your slit, refusing to enter. You bucked your hips at his touch, but Jinyoung was prepared to have this go on all night if he needed to. We were heading over an hour away to spend Christmas at a luxurious resort and he had the time to torment me. “You frustrated…hmm?” He taunted, a sadistic laugh leaving his throat as he continued to rub his head against your soaking wet opening. You clenched your teeth, trying to hold back a moan. You understood his point, but you didn’t want him to win; you didn’t want to beg for him. You made a quick move, trying to break free and pin him down; instead, you ended up giving him better leverage. He flipped you onto all fours and held you in place with his body. “Aww… what’s wrong jagi?” he asked mockingly, “Can’t take a tease?” he thrusted into you from behind once, briefly filling you up, only to leave you feeling empty again, almost begging for his touch. You had teased him more than once to the point of him begging, using those exact same words, and You knew how this was going to end. “I think that’s what I’m supposed to ask I when I’m refusing to let you cum.” He said with a shit-eating grin on his face, making sure he had you held down so that all movement was restricted. Wiggling and struggling to get him to stop, you ultimately gave up when he thrusted into you a few times fast, giving you a taste of the pleasure you had been longing for all night. You arched your back, causing him to go deeper inside of you, moans and his name falling off your tongue as he continued to torture you with the stop and go sex. “J-Jinyoung!” You gasped as he pinched your clit as he slowly pumped into you. He pulled out completely and flipped you over again. “It’s not as fun being a tease when I can’t see your reactions.” He toyed with you again as he inserted a finger into your dripping core. The erotic sounds of his finger pumping and the moans escaping your mouth encouraged him to keep going, despite the look on your face that you wanted him to stop teasing and pleasure you even more. “Come on baby, aren’t you gonna cum any time soon?” he teased, brushing his finger against your G-spot, causing you to writhe in pleasure yet again. He knew exactly how to push you so that you wouldn’t go over the edge unless he wanted you to. He slowly pulled his finger out and began teasing your slit with his pounding erection. He thrusted in once, staying inside of you, waiting for you to start begging before he continued. When he realized that you weren’t going to beg he began to slowly pull out, causing an overwhelming sensation that caused your core to clench. That was it. You finally reached the point where you had no desire to win this fight. You just wanted him to make you cum without denying another orgasm. This was too much. “P-Please,” You begged, “Don’t pull all the way out…Please…” You clutched onto his biceps as he thrusted back into you, watching your face contort into a blissful expression and he smirked. His dark eyes were beaming with lust, turning you on even more. He pumped into you quickly, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Your body began to shake and the heat in your stomach began to build to an almost unbearable state. He had been teasing for far too long, this feeling made you sure of the fact that you was nearing a painful, yet beautiful ending. You stared into his eyes as he thrust in and out of you, your eyes screaming at him to not even dare stop and he smirked at your intense glare. You ran your hands down his back, leaving marks as you whined and begged him to keep going harder. Just as you started begging, your orgasm began to hit. Jinyoung quickly pulled out, panting himself, and chuckled at you darkly. “PARK JINYOUNG!” You screamed; your eyes wide open in disbelief that he just denied you what could have been the best orgasm of your life. Tears began to well up in your eyes as he placed a tender kiss on your lips, hoping you wouldn’t totally kill him for this cruel move later. “Why did you do that…?” your voice cracked as you pouted. He cockily shrugged and smirked at how you looked right now. Jinyoung leaned closer to you and placed his lips right next to your ear. “Beg for me. Get on your knees, do anything. MAKE me WANT to pleasure you.” He huskily whispered into your ear, his tone sending chills down your spine. You knew that Jinyoung had the most stubborn attitude and he wouldn’t give up. You had done everything but literally beg for him and he wouldn’t let you have your release until you did. You cursed him under your breath. He moved to the long row of seats across from you and just stared, waiting for your response. As you kneeled down on the floor of the limo, you eyed his massive member and licked your lips, aching for him deep inside of you again. You eyed him innocently, but with a look of lust glimmering in your eyes. He swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down aggressively. Leaning in slowly, you took his erect member into your hand and stroked it gently, earning a groan from Jinyoung. “Please fuck me…” You begged, “Please Jinyoung…I want you… and only you… to fuck me and make me cum. Please…” you begged on your knees as you kept slowly stroking his member. He bucked his hips upward to meet your strokes, deep moans escaping his lips. “More baby…” he teased, “You think I’m going to pleasure you with just that?” he laughed, “I deserve more than that for putting up with your flirting, don’t you think so princess?” he taunted you with a smirk. There wasn’t much else you could think of… “D...Daddy,” You moaned, “Please, I need you..” you begged, stroking his member faster before licking his tip, tasting your juices and his pre-cum. “I need you to take me. I promise I’ll be a good girl. I won’t let any of the boys flirt with me or touch me ever again.” you stopped, looking up at him, judging if that was enough or not. Jinyoung still seemed displeased so you kept going. “I’ll listen to everything you tell me to do daddy. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me so that the world knows that I am yours.” you said as you sucked his tip again, causing another growl to escape Jinyoung’s lips. He threaded his fingers through your hair as he thrusted into your mouth a few times, causing you to almost gag. A few curses slipped off of his tongue causing you to feel even more aroused. Jinyoung pulled himself out of your mouth and moved you underneath him on the seat. He spread your legs widely for him as he positioned his member at your entrance. He teased you again, rubbing his member against your opening, causing you to buck your hips for more contact, only causing him to pull away as he shook his head with a tsk. “Oh no, no, no princess, you have to be patient.” He said as he paused looked at your needy face. you bit your lip seductively and he eased into you slowly. “Daddy!” you moaned softly, his tip brushing your spot. Jinyoung kissed you gently on the lips and trailed his kisses down your neck again, kissing the already tender love bites he left earlier. This was more like the Jinyoung in bed you were used to gentle, meticulous, passionate. You pulled him into a kiss as he finally eased himself all the way in. The kiss was long and passionate and you felt Jinyoung smile through the kiss. Even when he was being an ass or a tease, his lips always felt gentle against yours. How he always managed to make up for being such a jealous boyfriend left you mind boggled, but it was gentle moments like these that made you remember why you always forgive him. Jinyoung pulled away from the kiss and smiled warmly. You could tell that he had no intention of torturing you any more tonight. He thrusted into you, causing a moan to fall off of your tongue, his passionate thrusts making you lose your mind. The sounds of skin against skin and panting filled the back of the limo. The room began to spin as you felt the heat build up in your core again. Every thrust rubbed perfectly against your walls, his tip occasionally brushing up against the spot you so desperately needed him to hit. Your moans and his began to escalate as your climaxes were almost at their peak. His eyes stared deeply into yours as he built up his pace. Jinyoung began to notice your walls clenching around his member as you moaned senselessly. “Oh God there!” you screamed holding onto him tightly as you dragged your nails down his skin and he hissed at the pain as it turned him on even more. Jinyoung’s movements began to become erratic and you bucked your hips to meet his thrusts. He suddenly flipped you over so you were on top of him. “What are you doing?” you breathlessly asked him as he kept thrusting. “I’m going to keep fucking you, so lie down on top of me and let me help you cum like you never have before.” Jinyoung growled as he pulled you to him so your chest pressed against his. His powerful thrusts made you gasp. You had never fucked like this before and every move he made stimulated your spot perfectly. He was making up for the torture he put you through earlier. It only took a few thrusts before you screamed his name and your orgasm completely took over. This orgasm blurred your vision as you saw stars. Jinyoung continued to thrust deeply into you. He let out a primal scream as he released his seed into you, cumming longer than he usually would with more sporadic thrusts at the end. The warm and satisfying feeling made you both moan, relishing in the feeling of him inside of you. He helped you ride out your excruciating orgasm and once you calmed down you heard a chuckle leave Jinyoung’s lips. You were left panting and your cheeks were completely flushed. JIinyoung finally pulled out of you and began looking around the limo for your clothes. “Why did you cum so much?” You asked him, your brain still recovering from what just happened. You felt your juices and his slowly trailing their way down your thigh. You saw JINYOUNG look at you and gulp, trying his best not to just devour you again. He knew you were close to the resort. “Because of how much you turn me on...and I was claiming you as mine” He said as he smiled and moved over to hand you your dress and give you a loving peck on the forehead. “Whatever,” you said as you searched for some napkins to clean yourself up with. Jinyoung handed you the scrap of silver fabric that was once your shorts to clean yourself up with. “You still mad I was a tease baby girl?” he asked as he buttoned his shirt and pulled you closer to him. You sighed and kissed him lightly. “No.” you answered, “You’re lucky I’m not.” you mumbled the last part under your breath. “What was that baby girl?” he asked as he leaned in, his hand moving upwards on your inner thigh. “No I’m not mad, but maybe I should make you jealous more often.” you said, quickly changing your answer. “And why is that?” Jinyoung asked with a jealous glare returning to his eyes as he gripped your thigh a bit tighter. You only answered him with a smug grin and a passionate kiss to the lips. Let him wonder why, you thought to yourself as you lay in his arms for the rest of the limo ride.

#got7 #got7 smut #jinyoung #jinyoung smut #jyp #kpop #yugyummygot7reactions #anon #anonymous

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cloverfics · 5 years ago

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preference ; mark tuan

warnings chubby!reader, got7 all have children, reader has a child, reader is a bit insecure about their weight, mark has a crush, mark being a great father figure, fluff, bad date, and intense flirting at the end

genre fluff, suggestive, bfs2ls

word count 1.5k

inspiration N/A

synopsis in which mark admits his attraction to you

you released a heavy sigh, your best friends all overflowing on your couch. "i've babysat all of your children. can't you all do this one favor for me? the only one who has babysat melanie is jinyoung"

jinyoung nodded according to your statement. five of them chorused in groans and whines. "we all have plans tonight. spare us?" jackson pleaded, gripping youngjae's hand.

you glared at him, "well i have plans too and it's more important than regular, old partying. now," you pulled out your secret weapon. signaling your daughter to come over from your loveseat.

melanie giddily stood by your side and the guys visibly cringed. they didn't want to upset melanie and that's exactly why she's your secret weapon.

you tapped her full head of curls and pointed at the group in front of you both. smirking as they quivered and held onto each other for dear life. "pick who you want to babysit you bub"

melanie narrowed her eyes and tapped her chin. inquisitively eyeing her contestants, filling them with fright. her feet eventually moved towards east.

yugyeom pretended to pass out and the group collectively broke in laughter. but he wasn't even her pick. melanie stopped at mark's knees who clearly didn't even know what was going on.

he placed his phone to the side and picked up the child, placing her on his lap.

"mark, do you even know what's going on?" jackson stared at him in disbelief. mark pulled out his headphones, "huh?"

"looks like you have to babysit mel for the night, mark" you said. snickering when the other six let out sighs of relief.

"oh. okay" mark shrugged, smiling down at melanie.

"why did we have this whole dramatic scene if mark was willing to do it in the first place?" bambam exclaimed in shock.

you shrugged, "you're all free to leave"

"so, i have to babysit because you're going on a date?" mark questioned from your left, watching you struggle to keep up your towel and hold a dress at the same time.

"exactly" you said, handing the dress you had chosen to mark while you fixed your towel and grabbed the heels from by your closet door.

mark held the dress by it's metal hanger and glanced into the dress section of your closet. spotting a dress that would look even more impressive on your frame. "i think that wine dress looks better" mark commented.

you looked at the dress he was referencing to and nodded. "i agree but it's a bit tighter on me. wouldn't want to turn him away with my chub" you laughed. but mark furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"you're going to catfish him?" his eyes followed you as you walked over to dresser to fish out some fitting intimates.

"i wouldn't call it— anyway, it's probably not going to work out anyway so who cares" you shrugged.

mark nodded. "but if that's the case just wear the dress"

you sighed and spared your persistent friend a glance to know that he had won. "fine"

"i'm ready!" mark heard while sliding another glove onto melanie's arm. he stood up and grabbed her hand. "mommy's ready"

"do i look like a princess uncle mark?" melanie questioned while they turned the corner from her room and into the main hallway.

"you look like a true princess, mel—" mark was saying until he saw you at the end of the hallway. he felt his heartbeat pick up and his palms get sweaty.

"ooooo! look at my little princess" you cooed at your daughter who raced to your side.

mark was at a loss for words. that dress fit you in all the right places. "so do you, ___" mark blurted whatever was on his mind. and that was that you belonged in somebody's fairytale obviously.

you inhaled sharply and felt heat take over your cheeks. "thank you mark"

you grabbed melanie's hand and mark hurried to fall suit behind the two you. "how's junior?" you exited that detour of being flustered. remembering that mark is one of your best friend's, not your date tonight.

"a pain in my— ahhhh—" mark realized who was also in the hallway with him.

melanie snorted, "you can curse, uncle mark. mommy does it all the time" she nonchalantly snitched on you, her mother.

mark looked at you in surprise. you all entered your kitchen and you turned around with an awkward smile.

"uhhh— force of habit?"

"right" mark chuckled. "i'll make melanie some dinner"

"thank you" you sighed and sat at the island with your daughter.

"you're not leaving right now?"

you shook your head, "the date is at seven. it's only six—thirty, i don't want to be too early"

mark shook his head. "does it really matter?"

"time is everything, mark. but i'll leave right now i guess" you gathered your necessities and slid from the stool.

you placed a loving kiss to the crown of melanie's head. "i'll be back in a couple hours, lovebug. behave for uncle mark, okay?"

"of course, mommy" she smiled.

mark closed the oven which held dinosaur nuggets inside and followed you to the front door. he pulled you into a tight hug.

"have fun, okay? if this guy makes you feel bad i'll beat him up" he quipped playfully. you giggled but nodded your head nonetheless.

mark pulled away but held your shoulders protectively. "and if there's any trouble, call me"

"i promise, mark"

mark stared at the bourbon in his glass. having done everything he was required to do tonight. the last task was taken care of a whopping ten minutes ago. melanie was passed out in her tiana dress but she insisted to keep it on and mark wasn't arguing with someone else's child so he just let her sleep in it.

he grabbed the glass and took another sip. his mind unwinding a little bit more. but that soon vanished when he heard the front door open. the sound of heels and keys letting him know that it was just you.

you strolled into the kitchen with a stoic look on your face.

"oh, hey— was it not good?" mark began to greet you but then he saw your facial expression and frowned.

you huffed and sat on the stool closest to him on the right. eyeing his glass. "sucked ass".

mark sighed, "elaborate"

"at first, it was fine. but then when i actually started to flirt he said he wasn't into big women" you reached out for his glass and mark just let you have it with no hassle.

you downed what was left and placed it back on the island. "story of my fucking life".

mark took the glass and refilled it. "you went on a date with a boy," he gulped half of it. sliding the rest to you.

"a man would be able to appreciate a woman of your size" you began to chug what was left but choked when hearing the end of his sentence.

you stared at your friend with narrowed eyes. studying his words over and over again.

"what?" mark inquired.

"or maybe he just draws the line at fat" you replied.

mark shook his head. "you're not fat, this is not fat" mark puts a hand on your stomach.

you looked down at his hand then back up at him. placing the glass in front of you. "then what is it?" you tested.

"love" he answered.

on cue, you became a flustered mess and threw your head back in laughter. "you're so Goddamn cheesy"

mark gripped your love through your dress gently, "seriously, ___, there's people who really love what you have to offer"

you snorted. "and they probably just have a fat fetish" you grumbled.

mark hummed and removed his hand from you, "or it's a preference for their girl to have a bit of meat on their bones"

"let me ask, are you one of them?" you tilted your head. confused a bit to why mark was capping hard for your size.

"would it bother you if i was?" mark fired back boldly.

you bit your lip and glossed your eyes over him. meeting his eyes after, "hmm, i don't know"

"why?" mark did the exact same thing.

"because, and i might be taking this the wrong way, but i'm catching a vibe that you just prefer me" you mumbled. scared if he was going to flat out reject you right now.

but to your surprise, "you're taking it the right way then" mark said.

"are we flirting right now?" you thought out loud.

"is it working?" mark raised his eyebrows.

"very much" you licked your lips and straightened your posture.

"then yes, yes we are"

"would you like to stay the night?" you suggested.

"if it means i can show you how much i adore your 'love' and everything after then yes" that was it, that was the final straw. you slid from the stool and held out your hand for mark to take.

"you're in luck, tuan"

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flowerbeom · 5 years ago

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Go For Broke | 01

Im Jaebeom x Older Female!Reader

Genre: Fuckboy!AU, Aspiring Songwriter!AU, Slow Burn, Angst/Humour/Smut (loads)

Warnings: Incredibly mature themes, Asshole Jaebeom (because he’s a real asshole in this), Swearing, Explicit smut scenes.

Word Count: 7.3k

Concept: Premier fuckboy Im Jaebeom is used to getting his way. Though, he wants more, he craves more. He wants his music to be heard, he wants his music to be loved. So when he learns that the attractive woman he buys records from has an connection that’ll get him into the industry, he uses every trick in his book to get in. Seduction is his game, and he plays to win.

A/N: This chapter is heavily Jaebeom focused, just so you know. But yeh, it’s finally here. Hope you enjoy my ambition piece. Strap in, it’s gonna be a wild ride. All GIF credits for this series go to @defsenses.

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The air was thick. Thick with the haze of lust and liquor. For a Friday, the club was by all accounts, crowded. Positively a wreck of pulsating bodies, all emboldened by alcohol and the promise of bad decisions. Tucked away in a darkened booth overlooking the dance floor, Jaebeom sat quietly as he watched his boys. Swirling the two fingers of whiskey in the glass he'd been sitting on for the last twenty minutes, his hand rested apathetically on the curve of the ass cheek of the girl who had been trying to get with him all night. Tight skirt, tight ass and fingers tight around his bicep, she had followed him around like a lost kitten looking for a warm bed; preferably his. So much so that she dropped top dollar on top shelf liquor for him. And so, like any good man, Jaebeom took her in.

Through hooded eyes, Jaebeom observed BamBam run his tongue up the neck of a loose little thing as he snaked his hand behind her back to tap his number into another girl’s phone. Bambam winked at her as she slithered off the couch and Jaebeom tongued the grooves of his molars as BamBam dug his fingers into the thigh of the poor girl whose neck is still attached to his lips. Watching the exchange of looks between Bambam and Loose Little Thing #2, Jaebeom jutted out his chin; expecting to see her, or hear her later. There’s a reason they call him Bambam.

In the distance, Jaebeom spotted Jinyoung leaning a pretty little number against a wall, who by all manner of scrutiny, should have went with her gut and not gone out. The way she toyed with the strap of her dress and the way her neck tensed with every hitched breath was enough for any discerning person to see that she was in deep. And if the look in Jinyoung’s eyes was anything to go by, she was about to go from a pretty little number to a pretty little notch on his bedpost. Jaebeom cocked an eyebrow; watching Jinyoung’s signature move, his lips moving silently as he counted. One. He traced a finger up her neck and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Two. Jinyoung leaned in, leaned in real close so that she could feel his lips on her ear. Three. He tells her, with his breath trickling down her neck, that she looks beautiful tonight. And like clockwork, she’s done; melting against the wall and right into Jinyoung’s waiting arms, ready to lead her out.

Jaebeom’s eyebrow is still cocked when Miss Top Shelf leaned in, trying desperately to look sexy in the sheer button-up blouse she wore in hopes that she wouldn’t get into any trouble. But as she brushed her quivering lips against the bell of his ear, the growl that escaped Jaebeom’s throat was just the start of the trouble that would find her.

She was close, close enough for Jaebeom to feel her pulse on his shoulder. Still quivering, Jaebeom flatly tapped her ass to soothe her anxiety, albeit condescendingly. There, there kitten. Spurred on, Miss Top Shelf sputtered out a weak request.

“Let's get out of here. Wanna go.. go back to your place?”

Jaebeom threw his head back, his jawline perfectly catching the light as he scoffed.

“That's not a bad idea.”

Pushing her back with his shoulder, Jaebeom stood up; shaking out his leather jacket. Looking back over his shoulder, he held out his hand. A little over eager, Miss Top Shelf jerked out her hand, only to have Jaebeom slide his into his pocket. Only spinning around enough to drop the untouched glass of whiskey into her hand, he bent down to close the gap between their faces, forcing a hard swallow down her throat.

"Sorry princess, but you're going to have to find someone else.” Smirking, he gifted her a wink before turning and disappearing into the crowd below. The dumbfounded look on her face scored a sneer of a laugh from BamBam. Peeling himself off Loose Little Thing #1, he strolled over to the confused girl, the gold chains around his wrist flickering as they caught the light. Taking the glass of whiskey from her hand, BamBam downed it smoothly in one swig and lifted her chin with his knuckle. BamBam chuckled as she quaked.

“Cheer up, gorgeous. You're not the first and you certainly won't be the last.”

Jaebeom almost glided through the mess of crowded, hot bodies writhing and grinding against each other; the blaring music hypnotizing them. He caught Jackson's eye from under the brim of his cap, giving him the fuck this place look Jackson's come to know. Jackson smoothed his tongue along the edges of his top teeth, effortlessly tipping his chin as his grinds his hips into the half bent over girl he found playing with Jinyoung’s earlier conquest. Good things come in pairs, and if Jinyoung wasn’t going to, Jackson was all too happy to complete the set. Jackson snaked his hand under her jaw, pulling her back to press her back against his bare, glistening chest; his shirt long forgotten. Jaebeom smirked, a proud flash of his canines to Jackson to show him he approved. Jackson’s fingers dug into her waist and threw a wink over the crowd. His boys were fine. Jaebeom’s boys were always fine.

He had almost made it to the door; three steps away from shaking the hand of the bouncer who always let him skip the line when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. It seemed Miss Top Shelf wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Eyes wide and doe-like, she pouted her chin into the cleavage she now had on full display; a power play of undone buttons and rearranged flesh. Jaebeom twisted his hand, his fingers gripping her wrist. Pulling her into him, her breasts pressed against his hard chest and he ticked his jaw against her cheek. Breathing hot against her neck, his thumb rubbed circles into her arm; her heartbeat pulsing into his palm. His eyes shot into hers, his glare cold; her lips quivered.

"I said go find someone else."

Jaebeom left her at the door, barely noticing Jackson weave through the crowd to slide his hand into hers; a common play he likes to use. Show the girls the warmth Jaebeom refused to give. And warmth, he would definitely give. Jaebeom cracked his neck once outside; once to the right and twice to the left; relief short lived when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Squinting into the screen, Jaebeom grinned; it was just the message he wanted to see.

01:46am CYJ First mix is done.

Youngjae didn't hear Jaebeom come into his studio as much as he felt him, the air instantly chilling upon his entrance. Sliding his headphones off, Youngjae listened to the door shut slowly followed by the couch cushions billowing out under Jaebeom's weight.

“Never learnt to knock, did you, Hyung?” Youngjae tipped back in his chair, a toothy snicker on full display.

“If you wanted me to knock, you never would have given me the passcode.” Sharp, but harmless, though his tone did little to give that away, except for the minute flicker of a laugh that curled his top lip. Loosening the collar of his jacket with a sharp flick of the lapel, Jaebeom cocked his jaw; Youngjae taking the silent direction and focused back on his monitor.

“Yugyeom?” Jaebeom queried coldly.

“Studio. He picked up a contract to do someone’s debut MV. He’s been choreographing for three days.” Youngjae slid his headphones back over one ear.

“Does he stop to eat?”

“What’s it to you if he eats?” Youngjae spat through tilted lips. Jaebeom shot a snarl through upturned lashes, but lowered them quickly; focus shifting back to neutral. Jaebeom enjoyed Yugyeom, much like he did Youngjae; those two - filled to the brim with explosive charm and skill - fed into and fueled Jaebeom’s creative side as much as he did the same for them. Youngjae and Yugyeom - the exact opposites of the boys he just left at the club. The two sides of the coin that Jaebeom flipped between; parallel lines, different worlds - the two sides of himself that Jaebeom walked the tightrope between.

“He owes me $100. I want to collect before he dies. Now show me this mix.”

A tap against a space bar and Youngjae's hard work filled the room. Youngjae’s head rested on the back of his chair as he watched Jaebeom through the corners of his sleepless eyes. Jaebeom did little to express approval or disdain, but with the way his eyes traveled to the carpet and the way his heel tapped on every third or seventh beat, Youngjae knew Jaebeom liked the track. Youngjae struck the space bar with an outstretched hand when he saw Jaebeom tick his jaw.

“Take it down to 120BPM.” Youngjae spun his chair back to face his MPC, fiddling with the track file. His finger hovered over the space bar again, waiting to press play for he knew Jaebeom would have another idea.

“And transpose it up to A flat minor, it sounds too happy.”

“Too happy?” Youngjae threw his response over his shoulder, but followed the instruction all the same. Youngjae listened to the track in his headphones and tilted his jaw to the sudden shift in mood once the dominant minor chord kicked in in the pre-chorus.

“See, much better.” Jaebeom breathed out, shifting his weight forward to pull his jacket tight over his shoulders again. Youngjae merely nodded in agreement, careful not to boost Jaebeom’s ego; so he settled on throwing him a bottle of water instead. Jaebeom swallowed down half the bottle in one breath.

“Thanks for getting those records, by the way. I found some great samples.” Said softly into the lip of his bottle, Youngjae arched a brow as he watched Jaebeom finish the bottle after another breath.

“You could get them yourself.” Knocking a fist into his chest, Jaebeom groaned.

“You know I hate that side of town.” Jaebeom drew in a sharp breath between his teeth, gifting Youngjae shrill disapproval.

“Isn’t your precious agent on that side of town?” Outwardly annoyed, Jaebeom ground his teeth as he stood up to block the light; shrouding his face in shadows.

“We never meet, I just send him tracks.” Youngjae said absentmindedly, already back facing his monitor; half listening to his track and half to whatever Jaebeom was mumbling behind him.

“Ahh, another excuse why you can’t introduce me.” Jaebeom knew Youngjae had rolled his eyes at him, the slump in his shoulders enough to give it away. “Either way, you want records, you get them yourself.”

“Not stepping foot in that part of town.” Youngjae said each word slow enough to cement his point.

“You’d like the owner. She’s, well...” Youngjae spun around to see Jaebeom already halfway out the door, smoothing a finger along the edge of his jaw. “Quite easy on the eyes.”

Youngjae scoffed.

“There’s no face pretty enough to make me head over there. Not even yours. So you just keep getting those records, and I’ll keep mixing your tracks. Okay?” Jaebeom feigned offence, before cocking a brow, nodding once then slipping through the door.

His walk home was in relative silence; and that’s the way he preferred it. He’d accept the raucous voices of Jackson and Bambam if they were with him and he would tolerate the mewling of the girl attached to his arm if he knew that when he’d lead her through his door he’d get a fuck out of her. And Jaebeom always did. But, under the glow of moonlight on the streets of his neighborhood that he could trace in the lines on his palm, he relished the silence. His phone disturbed it all as he turned the key in his door.

03:07am CYJ *MP3 attachment* 120BPM. A Flat Minor. We’ll record your vocals on Sunday. You’re Welcome.

“That’a boy.”

There was enough clues scattered around the apartment for Jaebeom to know that Jackson had brought some poor girl home. Breadcrumbs of clothes flung across the living room and candles lit in corners to set the mood, as Jackson would like to call it. Jaebeom never cared for meaningless things like that; what difference would the vanilla and sandalwood scented candle make when the girl he’s fucking has her face buried in bed sheets and can’t even see it anyway? If she was in his apartment, she was there for one reason, Jaebeom’s reason. It was all for him anyway.

It was the almost empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table that stole Jaebeom’s attention. In reality, it was the two glasses that sat beside it; one empty, the other more than half full, all remnants of ice melted. Picking up the glass, Jaebeom turned it to inspect the lipstick stain on the rim; a deep, blood red hue made from plump lips that stirred the most minute flicker of jealousy in the pit of Jaebeom’s stomach for the sole reason that Jackson got laid and he didn’t; so he swallowed down the discarded diluted whiskey in the glass in consolation. And it was good whiskey, Jackson liked to show off.

It took a second or two after the fumes of alcohol had faded from his nose for Jaebeom to realise something was off. On any night where Jackson would bring home his catch, his lured-in prey, of any of the glasses to be full, it’d be his. Jaebeom held the empty glass to his face, staring at the lipstick mark with curious eyes; the flicker of the vanilla and sandalwood candle bouncing through the droplets of whiskey that clung to the inside. The snore that ripped through the apartment broke Jaebeom out of his trance, his eyes slowly turning to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

With his hand on the doorknob, Jaebeom’s face was a picture of amusement as he shook his head when he found a naked Jackson, outstretched, stomach flat on the bed, ass high in the air, neck craned to the side, lips quivering as he snored. Obviously sleeping off the bottle of whiskey he consumed, Jackson had somehow managed to take off all his clothes, bar his socks; which made the sight of his feet dangling off the edge of the bed even more amusing. It’s not one Jaebeom hadn’t seen before; he’s probably seen Jackson’s ass more times that all of the women he’s slept with combined. That’s just the guy Jackson is.

The girl on the other hand was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she had left, Jaebeom thought, though he almost tripped over the pair of mary-janes when he entered the apartment. Closing Jackson’s door, Jaebeom’s eyes narrowed at the sliver of light coming through the crack in his bedroom door. Jaebeom never leaves the light on.

“Someone seems to be lost.”

Bare legs, loose hair, perfectly lined blood red lips all neatly wrapped in the shirt Jackson wore to the club was sitting patiently on his bed. Jaebeom ran his tongue along the edge of his top teeth, finding her unblinking eyes intriguing in the dim light.

“Miss Top Shelf..” Jaebeom exhaled, crossing the room to stand against the wall furthest from her; her eyes narrowed at the nickname. Hands sliding into his pockets, Jaebeom clicked his tongue; the sudden snap made her stare flicker. “Is this what you call finding someone else?”

“I want you.” She rolled onto her knees, letting the far too big for her shirt ride up her thighs; Jaebeom eyelids flickered at the supple surface of her newly exposed skin.

She, he eventually learned through her softly licked lips, was called Mina; though it did nothing to drop the arch in his otherwise exhausted and perturbed brow.

“I don’t want seconds.” Her nose crinkled at the subdued insult, she knew exactly what he insinuated, but like hours before in the club, Miss Top Shelf, sorry Mina, would not go down without a fight.

“I am not leftovers. He never had a taste.” Jaebeom pushed off the wall at the inflection of her statement and subtle spread of her legs; her hands sly enough to tuck the hem of the shirt into the bend of her hip while allowing it the rest of it to fall over her heat.

“Explain.” Jaebeom stepped to the edge of the bed, hands still deep in his pockets; he bore challenging eyes into her down the sharp line of his jaw. Mina had to swallow before speaking, afraid she had bitten off more than she could chew; Jaebeom was intimidating at the best of times.

“Your friend is a show off.” She swallowed again when Jaebeom scoffed, a tip of his chin ordering her to continue.

“It wasn’t hard to get him talking, and as soon as he mentioned he lived with you, I knew what I had to do.” Jaebeom shot a menacing look towards Jackson’s bedroom, his eyes shifting back quickly.

“He did most of the work, all I had to do was let him take me home.” One of her fingers drew a faint line along the inside of her thigh; Jaebeom pulled one hand from his pocket to lift it to her face. Mina stalled, breath hitching as he pushed her hair off her shoulder.

“So explain why he’s passed out naked.” Jaebeom held a knuckle to her chin, angling her jaw to expose her neck to the light; Jaebeom’s eyes followed the pulsing vein from her earlobe to her collarbone, the delicate skin unmarked.

“He-.. ahh, he..” Mina found it hard to inhale with Jaebeom’s fingers caressing her neck, head now turned to the other side, Jaebeom’s thumb brushed over her throat.

“Go on.” His warm breath fanned over her face.

“He undressed himself. It.. it was a game.”

“A game?” Mina’s eyes fluttered shut when Jaebeom’s hand traveled down her arm, his fingers wrapping around her wrist to turn it over; her olive-toned skin free from bruises. Mina’s chest rose with a strengthening breath.

“Like I said, Jackson’s a show off.” Jaebeom tightened his grip on her wrist, not pleased with her pace. Mina mewled; whether in pleasure or pain, Jaebeom cared for neither. “He said he likes working out, so I offered a challenge. Two hundred push ups. Every time he broke he had to drink.”

“I take it he broke a lot.” Jaebeom released her wrist, only for his hand to land on her thigh. Mina could only nod, her throat closing at his touch.

“A drink and a piece of clothing. Like I said..”

“A show off. Yes..” Jaebeom dipped a knee into the mattress, leaning into her; his face an inch from hers. “I know.”

Jaebeom relished the way her eyes darted into his, the enthralling fear coursing through her body, telling her that she should run, but nothing could make her. She made this mess, and by all means, she was going to lay in it. And as Jaebeom ran his hand up her thigh to hook his fingertips beneath the hem of his friend’s shirt to slide one digit through her dripping slit, he was about to lay in it too.

“Not leftovers, you say?” Jaebeom leaned in further to growl in her ear when he plunged two fingers into her tight and eager cunt. Mina reeled back, gasping for air; a mess of sensations crashing over her. Jaebeom chuckled deeply, withdrawing his fingers slowly only to drive them in harder than before.

Practically clenching around his fingers, Jaebeom approved of her untaken state; his other hand fisting a handful of the shirt to pull her forward. Mina squealed, Jaebeom’s rough hands ripping the shirt off her body and throttling into her at a merciless pace. Lunging forward to sink his teeth into her neck, Jaebeom expertly unfastened his belt with agile fingers and pushed his jeans down his thighs. Crowding her against the bed as he loomed over her, Jaebeom pushed her thighs apart with his knees.

“I have to say, I’m impressed. Jackson won’t be very happy when he finds out he was played.” Growling against the bell of her ear as he pulled his fingers out of her, Mina whimpered at the shiver that coated over her body from the withdrawal. Her hands tried to pull his jacket off his shoulders but they fell limp when Jaebeom snapped a tight hand onto her jaw. He read the tremble in her eyes and released his thumb off the hinge behind her teeth; Mina inhaled shakily, Jaebeom smirked.

“You want to know if I’m clean.” Jaebeom whispered; Mina nodded.

“I am. And I assume you are, and on the pill.” Mina nodded once more.

“But, you still want me to wear a condom?” Jaebeom purred, sliding the tip of his cock between the folds of her dripping slit. Mina hitched before shaking her head once to the right and once to the left, despite Jaebeom’s grasp on her throat. Mina swore she heard something like ‘good girl’ float from Jaebeom’s lips, but she was being rendered blind by his thumb melting circles into her clit.

“Now, take what you came all this way for.”

The growl that crawled down the side of her neck barely faded before it was replaced with a manic gasp that ripped her mouth open. Jaebeom drove into her, full to the hilt, crashing his hips into hers with a raging pace that made Mina’s eyes completely roll back into her skull. Her fingers ripped down Jaebeom’s back, trying to hold onto him as he pummeled her with the fury he felt upon seeing her in his room. He wasn’t one to be cornered, and she was going to complete her penance on his dick.

Mina rasped, heaving for air as her insides were rearranged with every pump Jaebeom drilled into her. Her mouth was locked open, partly from the moans that fell out of her and the thumb Jaebeom had shoved into it. His grunts weren’t any softer; grinding his teeth together every time he bottomed out inside her. Though with every yelp and shrill ‘yes Jae-YES oh my gooooodd yes’ Jaebeom could start to feel his dick beginning to soften. So he slapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up, Mina’s eyes blowing wide at the force keeping her jaw snapped shut.

“I don’t give a shit if you cum or not, but you’re gonna stay quiet doing it.” Jaebeom’s hips slowed to a languid roll, his eyes narrow and piercing as every word he spat out through gritted teeth sunk into Mina’s skin. She nodded, aware that she was lying deep in the mess she made, just as deep as Jaebeom was in her.

“Good girl.”

Jaebeom was merciless. Free hand crushing her hip as he pulled out completely just to slam back into her. His thumb was pressed hard into her cheek, almost bruising, and he could feel her teeth rattle every time he buried his cock into her.

He could feel himself unraveling, with the way his abs started to burn and his eyes starting to blur. Mina was too, Jaebeom could see it on her face and how her legs were tightening around him. Not dropping his pace but dropping his hand, Jaebeom smoothed his thumb over Mina’s jaw as she opened it and closed it; partly because she was afraid it was broken. Jaebeom snaked his hand under her neck, pulling her head up so her eyes couldn’t look away as he stared into them. Mina hitched, Jaebeom snapped his hips into her to pull out the last of the air still clinging to her lungs.

“In or out?” Mina’s eyes showed confusion behind the haze of pleasure smoking them. Jaebeom snapped his hips once more, his fingers clutching onto the back of her neck to force her answer. Mina swallowed, hard and thick and breathed in through trembling lips.

“In.”

Jaebeom curled his hand away from Mina’s neck just to slam her down into the bed with his hand against her throat. Tipping up her chin to give him access, Jaebeom sunk his teeth into her jaw just as he drove his dick deep into her cunt. Mina coiled, heaving off the bed to arch her back so his tip hit the deepest place inside her.

Jaebeom bit harder, thrusting faster and deeper and groaned into her skin. Spilling out inside her, Jaebeom drove hard against her thighs and tore Mina over the edge with him, her own orgasm crashing over her body and drowning in her throat under the pressure of Jaebeom’s hand clasped around it. Her hands went limp, falling off his back and beside her quivering body. Mina’s mouth chased Jaebeom’s lips when they detached from her jaw but missed them when the hand holding her throat lifted to smooth a thumb over her bottom lip.

Pulling out of her, Jaebeom stood off the bed to shake off his jacket. Propping herself up on her elbows, Mina watched Jaebeom strip off his t-shirt, finally fully naked. She watched, through her body’s shivering need to calm down as Jaebeom paced the room, authoritatively, calmly; placing his leather jacket on a hanger and hanging it in his closet and carefully picking up his discarded jeans to drop them in a woven hamper by the closet door.

She continued to watch him move around his space, suddenly feeling equal amounts of cold and exhausted. Mina felt overly exposed, despite absolutely putting herself in that position and as Jaebeom pulled a pair of basketball shorts up his legs, resting the waistband just below the definition of muscles etched into his hips, she tried to ask him something but was denied. One, by the yawn that escaped her, and two, by Jaebeom abruptly stalking out of the room.

Jaebeom returned, glass of water in hand and a warm towel draped over his forearm to see Mina completely passed out on his bed. He sighed heavily and annoyed, and drained the glass down his throat. Jaebeom grabbed the corner of his blanket and merely threw it over Mina; covering her from the waist down, but left her breasts on display. Tilting his head at the rather delightful sight, he shrugged; he tried, he thought - it was more effort than she deserved.

Picking up Jackson’s crumpled shirt from the ground, Jaebeom left the room; turning off the light and closing the door. Making his way back into Jackson’s room, his ass still giving its salute to the ceiling; Jaebeom folded the shirt neatly and placed it on top of Jackson’s ass.

Jaebeom slept on the couch, he didn’t want to share a bed with either of the people passed out in his apartment.

Mina woke to the thin beam of sunlight piercing through the cracked blind covering Jaebeom’s window. Hurling herself up to sit, she felt a cold breeze pebble the skin of her breasts and she quickly brought her hands up to cover them. Looking around the room, she found herself alone. Mina stepped gingerly off the bed, eyes trailing across the floor trying to find her clothes. They weren’t there, she quickly realised. Mina grimaced at where she knew they’d be.

Wrapping herself in the blanket she had found herself under when she woke, she carefully turned the doorknob and peered out into the apartment.

“He’s not here, sweetheart.” A familiar voice called. Mina stepped into the hall, slowly making her way to the voice that had sent a shiver down her spine. Finding Jackson standing behind the kitchen counter, as topless as he was the night before, Mina found her underwear folded neatly on top of a pile of her other clothes. Her eyebrows furrowed at the sight.

Awkwardly pulling on her g-string under the failing coverage of the blanket continuing to fall off her shoulders, Mina’s eyes constantly darted back and forth from her hands to Jackson’s watching eyes - staring over the rim of the coffee mug gently pressed to his lips.

“Where’s Jaebeom?” Mina managed to ask, though her head was stuck in her shirt as she tried to hastily shove it over her head, ignoring that she could have saved herself the embarrassment if she had just undone one more button.

“He’s gone to work.” Jackson said after a swallow, stepping out from behind the counter and much to Mina’s surprise was still incredibly naked. She choked, quietly and tried to bury it - much like her eyes into her purse, searching for her phone.

“Where does he work?” Jackson tutted, strolling, rather confidently, to the door to twist the knob and pull it open. Mina, as if possessed, walked directly for it; though she may have been drawn by something else, something much bigger. Jackson smirked, one brow lifting in growing hubris and tensed his muscles just to watch Mina swallow dryly.

“No no, sweetheart. You already fooled me once.” Mina bit her bottom lip in silent shame, though the curl that appeared in the corners of her lips proved that she was still proud of her deception.

“And well played. I’ll give you that much.” Jackson tipped his chin, accepting his role as the fool; but ticked his jaw when Mina’s smile grew too large. Placing a strong hand on the small of her back, Jackson spun on his heel to lead her through the door.

“Now, leave.” Jackson’s ice cold eyes were the last thing Mina saw before the door was slammed in her face.

“So Bro, how was she?” Jackson asked from the corner of his mouth, the other corner sucking up the drops of his third coffee that didn’t stay in it because he decided to speak before swallowing. Jinyoung pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting up his sunglasses in the process; Bambam snorted into his iced latte.

“Loud. She was fucking loud.” Said in snicker and totally at Jinyoung’s expense.

“How loud?” Jackson directed the question at Jinyoung’s roommate because he knew he’d get a much more entertaining response.

“She squealed so much, I couldn’t even focus on the blowjob I was getting.” Jinyoung’s fingers went from his nose to his eyebrows, rubbing them frustratedly. “So, thanks for that!”

Jinyoung, who looked like he had seen three wars, lowered his hand onto the table just for Jaebeom to slip a fresh long black into it. Stepping back, Jaebeom tucked the tray he was holding under his arm and slipped his hand into the pocket of his apron. Post-club-mornings somehow always ended up with a post-game recap at the cafe Jaebeom worked at. Jaebeom didn’t mind, the banter was entertaining.

“Couldn’t have been good if someone else’s take was messing up your orgasm.” Jaebeom remarked, carefully eyeing the couple three tables across being made to endure the conversation.

“Hyung!” Bambam flung himself over the back of his chair. “It was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. It’s like she didn’t have teeth! And you--” Bambam shot up a shaking finger to Jinyoung’s otherwise unfazed nose, “You ruined it!”

Jaebeom turned on his heel when the male entity of the couple from three tables across politely signaled that they were ready to order, and Jaebeom politely apologised for how loud his friends were. The female entity was amiable, laughing into the back of her hand before waving off Jaebeom’s apology into the wind. “It’s okay, we were twenty-something once too.”

Jaebeom had just finished entering in the couple’s order when he heard Bambam wolf whistle, the sound piercing through the entire cafe. Tipping his head back, Jaebeom saw the cause of Bambam’s outburst. A jet black 2018 Aston Martin Vantage, pulled up on the other side of the road; the complete object of all of Bambam’s material desires.

From the coffee counter, Jaebeom watched a tall, slim man exit the passenger side; hood pulled low just enough to cover his lashes but the face beneath was striking nevertheless. A second man exited the driver side; equally as tall and slim with a face equally as striking though his eyes were covered by sunglasses that were probably relatively as expensive as the car he was leaning against.

“Jae-boom!” Jaebeom’s eyebrow quirked before turning back to the large, stocky man behind the coffee machine.

“Come on Mr. A! I’ve been working here for four years now. It’s Jae-beom, not Jae-boom.” Leaning against the marble counter top, Jaebeom mirrored Mr. Abramski’s smile; the plump man giggling as he skillfully poured milk into a mug, forming an intricate tulip in the foam.

“Ahh! Jae-beom, Jae-boom! It don’t matter! You’ll always be Boom Boom!” Said in an unmistakably thick Eastern European accent, Mr. Abramski wiped his hands on the tea towel flung over his shoulder before resting both elbows onto the counter. “So when will I get to play new music in the cafe, huh? You haven’t given me any new CDs in weeks Boom Boom!”

“Hey, Mr. A, come on! We talked about this, not in front of the guys!” Jaebeom lifted the mug off the counter and rested it in his palm.

“What kind of friends are they if you don’t even show them your music, Jae-boom?” Jaebeom shrugged him off with a wave of his hand, his eyes looking for the ticket paired with the coffee he was holding.

“Mr. A, who’s this for?”

“Mi Amore..” A deep, enamored sigh floated out of Mr. Abramski and a deep, jaded sigh left Jaebeom. Mr. Abramski’s Amore, otherwise known as the woman who owned and ran the record store across the road, had been the apple of Mr. Abramski’s eye ever since she took up shop. Otherwise known as you, as Y/N. Though you never gave him any hope, your smile was enough to keep Mr. Abramski wrapped around your finger; which obviously included a free coffee everyday.

“Now bring my beautiful flower her beverage.” Jaebeom took a step, but fixed on the Aston Martin still parked outside the record store; the driver still leaning against the car in his three piece suit while the hoodie-clad sir stood across from him; seemingly completely uninterested in whatever the driver was saying as he continued to type something into his phone.

“Mr. A..” Jaebeom merely angled his neck back, eyes still forward. “Do you know who that is?”

Mr. Abramski leaned over the counter as far as his rotund belly would let him.

“That’s her brother. He’s an agent or something.” Jaebeom’s ears pricked.

“An agent, or something?” Jaebeom took three more steps, just to lean against the door frame.

“Yes, he scouts songwriters or something like that. He works over at that big music company on 15th Street.”

“JYP?!” Jaebeom whipped around, hands instantly finding equilibrium to not spill any of Mr. Abramski’s heartfelt work.

“Yes, that’s the one. Now go! Mi Amore’s coffee is getting cold!”

Jaebeom was quivering with excitement. For four years he had sauntered across the road everyday to bring you coffee. When he wasn’t being watched by a group of noisy idiots, he’d regularly frequent your store to buy records and discuss music but never did he think that you were his meal ticket. Sure, you were beautiful, and alluring and if he was made to admit it, Jaebeom would confess to trying to shoot his shot with you once, a long time ago; but it never amounted to anything more than you smiling patronizingly and telling him he was cute. You made it clear he was a kid, even if the age difference wasn’t that much, and that you’d break him. Jaebeom found that amusing, considering who he was.

Jaebeom didn’t force it, of course; but as he stared at the seven-figure salary pin-stripe suit that could make or break Jaebeom’s future career in the music industry slip back into his car and drive off in an echo of 503 horsepower, Jaebeom thought that he should have tried harder.

His mind was swirling with possibilities as he walked across the road, his entire body tingling because he had finally found a way in. Youngjae couldn’t, or wouldn’t provide it, but you could; and Jaebeom was just about ready to use every trick he had to get your brother to sign him, even if it meant going through you.

“Noona, I come bearing Mr. A’s undying affection.” Jaebeom cooed from the door, shoulder leaning into the frame coyly with your coffee held steady in hand. Lifting your eyes off your clipboard, you slipped out the pen dangling between your teeth to sit in behind your ear. Strolling to the door, you watched Jaebeom watch you, as he always did - cute little apron and all.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Kid?” Said so smoothly, Jaebeom barely heard the derision in your voice behind the flutter of your lashes; he didn’t even feel you take the coffee out of his hand. Though Jaebeom sensed a challenge and he never backed down from one.

“I’m no kid.” Stepping away, you rounded the counter to sit behind your computer, taking a languid sip as Jaebeom thrust himself off the door frame to lean both elbows onto the counter; making sure to catch your stare.

“So, you know how I’ve been a loyal customer for a long time now?” You broke eye contact, humming agreeance into the mug still held to your lips.

“And in that time, we’ve shared many an insightful discussion over music and composition and life…” Jaebeom looked like he was trying to sell you a bible, despite how very non-believing you were.

“I was thinking, why don’t we take said discussions out of the store.” Your eyes blinked back to his, completing seeing past his thinly veiled allure and right down to his ego; and just how fun it’d be to shatter it. You had dealt with men like him your entire life. Built on the foundation of good looks and a smooth tongue; they always found ways to get what they wanted, regardless of the price. But you wore your scars with pride, and no sweet talking, tall drink of water of a man who would probably bring you to ecstasy if you asked nicely would break you. Hell, by the looks of Jaebeom you wouldn’t have to ask at all. But, you weren’t going to entertain sleeping with him for kicks with him standing in front of you.

Sliding the mug out of reach, you folded your arms over the counter and leaned down to meet Jaebeom’s face square on. His eyes flickered the moment he could feel your breath on his skin but steeled himself when your lips parted.

“You don’t really ask girls out much, do you?” He swallowed your smirk to bite back, but you pushed off the counter to stand straight; looking down onto his admittedly perfect features. “Cause you’re really bad at it.”

Jaebeom exhaled the insult out through his nose but stood up with a grin. Sliding both hands into the pocket of his apron, Jaebeom tried to read your expression but found you too captivating to see through you.

You picked up the mug and finished the last mouthfuls of caffeinated milk and rounded the counter once again. Jaebeom stepped back to the door, your feet mimicking his footsteps behind him. Turning to face you, Jaebeom slipped his hand over yours to pull the mug out of it, the tip of his tongue resting on the inner edge of his top lip.

“I may be, but have a drink with me anyway. I’ll prove I’m not a kid.” You felt something small, something very small inside you snap. As if a very tiny part of you wanted to see if he could prove it, and with the way his eyes drank you in seemed like he wanted to see if he could too.

“Tempting offer..” You whispered and Jaebeom swallowed, feeling for only a split second that he may have been overconfident, for he never had to work this hard before. “But I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

Jaebeom watched you turn away with slightly gaped lips, his eyes caught in the trance of your swaying hips. Picking up the clipboard you had set down, you quickly tilted your chin over your shoulder just in time to catch Jaebeom snapping his mouth shut.

“You can wipe the sweat off your brow now, kid.”

You did your best not to laugh when Jaebeom’s eyes narrowed indignantly, so you waved impishly until he stalked back to the cafe. Holding the clipboard to your chest, you stared at his impossibly broad shoulders and willed the part of you that snapped earlier to weave back together. So you laughed, quietly to yourself and turned back to taking stock in the EDM section; pausing quickly to comment on the moment that had passed.

“Seems like our boy across the road wants to go fishing.”

Jaebeom crossed his boys to clear the empty plates two tables over, the middle aged man who sat there leaving him a tip much to his surprise. Still mulling over his very hard miss, Jackson stole Jaebeom’s attention.

“You were gone for ages.” Jaebeom shrugged, “What were you doing over there, trying to get a date?”

All three boys gasped when Jaebeom simply nodded and avoided Bambam’s grabby hands when he passed them to bring the dirty plates to the kitchen. When he returned, all three silenced themselves. Jinyoung was the first to speak.

“Hyung, what is she? The goddess Godiva? You never ask girls out.” Jaebeom scoffed as he sat down in the empty chair beside Jackson; finding the repeated statement amusing. Untying the apron and peeling it off his waist, Jaebeom bundled it roughly and dropped it on the table. He smirked, deciding to himself that if you wanted to play your game, he would beat you at it.

“She has something I want.” Bambam and Jackson wooed in unison as Jinyoung pulled his sunglasses down his nose to inspect the determined look on Jaebeom’s face.

“More than a fat ass and a perfect pair of..” Bambam halted when Jaebeom tutted. “Lips, Hyung. A perfect pair of lips.” Bambam tore his eyes away from your figure standing close to the front window; Jaebeom knew the lewd things stirring up in that blonde head of his.

“Her brother is a signing agent, and I’m going to get to him through her.” It was the first time Jaebeom spoke openly about his music to them, and as such all jaws belonging to his crew of loose morality dropped. Jaebeom only saw it in his peripherals, his stare was locked on you.

“So what?” Jackson began.

“You’re gonna seduce her..” Bambam continued.

“To get a contract?” Jinyoung completed the set.

“Indeed.” Jaebeom cemented.

“From the looks of her, and she looks very good from where I’m sitting, and the almost defeated look you had on your way back, she doesn’t seem like an easy take.” Jackson leaned back, spreading his legs wide and threw an arm over the back of his chair.

“You’re going to have to try, for once.” Bambam jeered, knowing that trying wasn’t something Jaebeom was used to doing.

Patting Jackson’s leg ever so condescendingly, Jaebeom tongued the canine that flashed through his smirk. A silence fell over the group, the cogs of deception turning fluidly in Jaebeom’s head.

“What if you end up breaking her heart?” Bambam, the youngest somehow bringing rationality into the conversation, though Jaebeom’s expression only narrowed; ice glazing over his eyes.

“Collateral damage.” Jackson and Jinyoung grizzled through clenched teeth.

“Bet you won’t even make it into her bed before she tosses you aside.” Jackson shoved Jaebeom’s hand off his thigh and Jaebeom returned the gesture with a glare.

“Alright. And when I make it into her bed and get the contract - you move out.” Jaebeom’s eyes read humourless gravity; Jackson stiffened and slowly brought his arm back over and held out his hand to Jaebeom.

“Agreed. Only because you know nothing of romance.” For the nth time that morning, Jaebeom smirked and shook the hand outstretched to him. Jaebeom wasn’t going to lose, he never loses.

Jinyoung sighed and gestured kindly over to Mr. Abramski to make him another coffee before taking off his sunglasses and staring Jaebeom down.

“Just don’t catch feelings like an idiot.”

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Body Swap (With Someone Else)

Bambam wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by unfamiliar cats, with a vaguely familiar arm draped over his waist. He groggily looks around, rubbing at his eyes in an attempt to better understand this bizarre situation. For some reason, his hands feel like they’re bigger than usual.

He catches a glimpse of the nightstand, where a framed picture of Jinyoung and Jaebeom sits, and now Bambam knows for sure that this isn’t his house, because as much as he loves the two older boys, he hasn’t quite reached the level of framing pictures of them to keep in his bedroom. (That's really more Yugyeom's territory. On the other hand, Bambam might – might! – consider keeping a picture of himself with the two of them, if only it didn’t feel so much like a kid sucking up to his parents to gain favor. Actually, now that he’s thinking about it, maybe he should do that. But anyway.)

A pair of glasses Bambam recognizes as Jinyoung’s lies next to the photo, and the pieces start falling into place. He tries to move, but the arm (which Bambam has deduced belongs to Jaebeom) tightens its hold, and Bambam tenses. “Jaebeom-hyung, wait –”

But before Bambam can say Please don’t do any of the things you do with Jinyoung-hyung, please, please, I promise I’ll never mess with you again (this is probably a lie, but Bambam would really rather not be on the receiving end of the brazen affection Jaebeom seems to have no qualms about smothering Jinyoung in), Jaebeom turns to look at him, his eyes immediately narrowing as soon as he meets Bambam’s eyes.

“You aren't Jinyoung,” Jaebeom says, frowning slightly as he pulls his arm away.

“That's what I’ve been trying to say,” Bambam says, even though he hasn’t actually made any real attempt to say that at all. “I don't know what’s going on, but I woke up here, and this isn’t my bed, and those aren’t my cats, and I don’t think this is my body, if I’m being honest.”

“No,” Jaebeom agrees. “It isn’t.” His eyes scan Bambam’s – or is it Jinyoung’s? – face like he’s searching for answers there. “This is Jinyoungie’s body, all right, but you don’t look or sound like him, somehow.”

“That’s a relief,” Bambam accidentally says out loud. At Jaebeom’s frosty expression, he hastily backtracks. “Not because he’s unattractive or anything! Of course I’m honored to have his face but...” He chances a grin, hoping Jaebeom will appreciate his attempt to lighten the mood. “It’s just a good thing you could immediately tell, otherwise we might have been in a kind of awkward position, right?”

It does seem to make Jaebeom relax a little, and he even manages a wry smile. “You’ve got a point.” He climbs off the bed, contorting himself in a frankly impressive way in order to not disturb the cats. “We better get to the studio as fast as possible, Jinyoungie must be worried. I assume if you’re here, then he’s probably in your body right now.”

Bambam resists the urge to roll his eyes at Jaebeom’s predictably one-track mind. (Okay, it’s kind of sweet, he admits. But he’d still prefer to not have to deal with it.)

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Jinyoung – and he is indeed in Bambam’s body – starts fussing over Bambam the moment he spots him and Jaebeom walking through the door to the practice room.

“Are you okay? You’re not in pain, are you? Do you have my allergies? Did Jaebeom remember to give you allergy pills?” Bambam lets Jinyoung do as he pleases, because he might be 23 now, but there’s something nice about still being babied by Jinyoung after all these years.

“Jinyoungie, relax,” Jaebeom says, and he looks as grossly smitten as he always does when he’s talking to Jinyoung, except now it’s directed at Bambam’s face instead, which is frankly not something Bambam has ever wanted to witness. “He’s fine. Are you okay?”

Jinyoung momentarily stops inspecting Bambam’s – his own? – face, and his expression softens into a dopey smile (one that Bambam will forever be mortified about making from now on, once he’s back in his own body) as he turns to Jaebeom. “I’m okay, Jaebeommie. Though I have to say, it was weird waking up alone.”

It’s at this exact moment that Mark and Youngjae stroll through the door and stop in their tracks. “What...is going on?” Mark asks hesitantly. Bambam has to bite back a laugh as Mark and Youngjae take in the scene which, in their eyes, must look like Bambam fretting over Jinyoung and addressing Jaebeom without any respect for propriety as Jaebeom makes heart eyes at him in response.

Bambam exchanges looks with both Jinyoung and Jaebeom (who already exchanged looks with each other first, obviously, but that doesn’t matter �� it’s sort of exciting to be in on their telepathic conversation, for once), and they wordlessly agree that no further information will be offered. “Don’t worry about it, Mark-hyung,” Bambam says, plastering what he hopes is Jinyoung’s I’m-lying-but-what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it smile on his face. “It’s nothing.”

Next to him, Jinyoung and Jaebeom laugh, and somehow, it feels like a more significant accomplishment than it should.

~~~

When Bambam wakes up, it takes him a moment to gather himself. As he progressively becomes more awake and his mind unfogs, he recalls that he, Jaebeom, and Jinyoung had decided that Jinyoung in Bambam’s body would go home with Jaebeom last night.

They really should have guessed it would only end in disaster the next morning, though, because for the second morning in a row, Bambam finds himself in a now more familiar bed, surrounded by more familiar cats, with an (unfortunately) more familiar arm draped over his waist.

“Ugh,” Bambam groans, burying his face in his hands. “Not again.”

#jjp #writing #i'm back! but i will most likely disappear again for a while bc being a teacher is hard

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babybirdgyeom · 6 years ago

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call your girlfriend » im jaebum

💌 jaebum x reader » angst + fluff with a happy ending

✎ summary: after six years of dating his high school girlfriend Jaebum was feeling blue, his heart heavy - until he met this one girl at Jackson’s party that made him feel feelings he didn’t knew existed.

✎ word count: 4k+

✎ warning: this is based on robyn’s song ‘call your girlfriend’. it does include jb and the reader having an affair and i don’t want to romanticize cheating at all. i just really love this song and wanted to write some angst.

The last thing you would’ve expected tonight would have been Im Jaebum in front of your door at two in the morning - it’s not the first time he showed up unexpected at this late hour but this time the look on his face was different and you immediately knew that he wasn’t coming around to spend the night with you like usually. Tonight there was no smile on his lips, he wasn’t smiling and happy to see you, instead Jaebum looked rather worried and worn out today, an empty and exhausted expression on his face, his hand covering his mouth, deep in thought, as he didn’t even look at you, his eyes not daring to meet yours. The man in front of your door definitely came to you for something more serious this time.

For a second the worst scenarios went through your head, all of them ending in you and Jaebum going different ways. Was he coming to end things between you? Your heart immediately beat faster in your chest and you felt a strange and tingling feeling from inside, very different from the feelings you usually have when you see the handsome man that you were in love with. Right now, you were afraid, to say the least.

When you first met him things still were innocent - he was just a boy to you and you were just a girl to him, two strangers at a party of a mutual friend that got along quite good and shared a drink. To you he was a good looking guy that you’ve heard of before from Jackson and to him you were this childhood friend of Jackson, cute indeed, but he didn’t dare to think of you that way because he knew his girlfriend was waiting at home for him.

Jaebum’s girlfriend, Lee Eunhwa. They’ve been together since they were sixteen, one of these couples that clearly were going to get married and have children and get old together - at least that was what everyone assumed. But after six years of being with each other Jaebum started to have doubts and worries about that. He was more than thankful for her, she made him the man he was now as she was right next to his side as he turned from the little boy in high school to the man he was by now. Still he couldn’t help to think that maybe there should be more than that for him, they were both still so young and used to each other - maybe he just didn’t feel the same kind of love towards her that he used to, sometimes he wondered if there isn’t more out there, waiting for him. These thoughts were beginning to eat him up from inside and at first he pushed them away, telling himself he was unthankful and she was the one for him, just like everyone always said. He got embarrassed and mad at himself every time a bad thought about their relationship came to his mind and eventually the whole situation became more than overwhelming to him. So one night, a few months ago, Jackson invited him to one of his famous house parties and Jaebum was more than happy to go, hoping he could distract himself a bit from the stress he was putting himself through. And he did find a distraction, in another way he would’ve thought.

As you first spotted him, Jaebum caught your eye immediately - his clothes, his laugh, his hair - it would’ve been a lie to say he wasn’t attractive to you, he looked exactly like a guy should in your opinion. But what really made you be interested in him were his eyes: When you first looked into them that night, as he asked you if you could hand him the whiskey you felt like drowning in them - it sounds so cliché but there was no point in lying to yourself, no eyes ever got you like those brown eyes of his. So you did what he asked you to - while you were handing him the bottle someone in the crowded kitchen, a very drunk guy you never saw before at this time (by now he was a friend of yours, his name is Yugyeom) managed to bump so hard against Jaebum while dancing that it made him fall right on top of you. He froze for a second, looking down on you, his eyes not daring to wander down to where he spilled all the whiskey on your shirt.

“I think we should have dinner first.”, you said laughing, trying to get him off you so you could stand up and clean your cleavage.

He immediately relaxed at your answer, happy you were not mad, and let out a small laugh too, “I’m truly sorry.”, he was taking you to the next sink, looking for a cloth he could give you.

Looking back at this memory now, you wondered if Jaebum sometimes wished he didn’t meet you so he wouldn’t have gotten himself in this disaster. You remember spending the rest of the evening close to him, wanting to know more about him, he was by far the most interesting person you’ve met in a long time - the two of you seemed to get along in no time, just as if you met years ago. Getting to know Im Jaebum felt like catching up with an old friend. It started with all of you in a big group, playing some games like ‘Never Have I Ever’ and you could feel Jaebum’s gaze on you every time you took a shot - later, as you had a bit too much to drink and felt dizzy, he accompanied you outside, holding your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall on the way out, laughing loudly at your clearly fucked up state.

“Do you usually get this drunk? Who watches over you if I’m not there?”, you still remember him asking you, his laugh echoing in your head. After sitting outside with him for about two hours of becoming more sober and having conversations about literally anything, stuff like your first pets and Jaebum telling you everything about his friends and how they met, the two of you went inside and danced with each other for another hour, wondering where he learned to move like that and thinking how adorable it was that he had so much fun dancing, almost carefree.

As Jaebum left he wanted nothing more than to ask for your number - in general he didn’t want anything as bad as your number in a long time. But he knew that would be a step too far, guilt was already creeping up to him because he talked to you the whole evening without telling you about the girl he had at home. Not that there was something wrong with meeting someone new - it was the simple realization that he didn’t want you to know about her that made him feel like the worst man as he came home to Eunhwa that night, knowing that he didn’t cheat on her but still betrayed her in some way. She had been asleep already and Jaebum looked at her for a moment, hoping to feel something. Something that made him want to stay, something that was not guilt, anger or sadness - but there was nothing. He stayed awake the whole night, fighting tears and mostly himself, which seemed to become routine by now.

Soon after that night he decided that he needed to clear his mind and find out what he really wants. And he thought he did, he thought that what he wanted was to work on his relationship with Eunhwa - his goal to make not only her, but also himself, happy again. That was until he saw you again, two weeks later, once again at Jackson’s, but this time in a less crowded and more private setting. Jackson invited his closest friends to a bbq at his house - and of course you were there too, Jaebum could’ve guessed that. As your eyes met and he saw you flashing him a smile, your eyes excited to see him again, he felt just as helpless, but deep down also relieved, again. It was only you, Jackson’s girlfriend, Jaebum and the other five boys of their group, a nice round of people.

“You know each other?”, Mark, another mutual friend you’ve known for quite some time, asked curiously as you hugged Jaebum.

“Oh, he took amazing care of me on Jackson’s last party.”, you said laughing, happy that he was there too, just as you hoped.

As the night went on you sat beside him, once again giving him all of your attention - you couldn’t stop thinking of him since you last met him, wishing you would’ve asked for his number. Little did you know about Jaebum’s girlfriend at that time, nor the fact that Jaebum too couldn’t stop thinking about you, but he did it in secret, trying to avoid seeing your face in the back of his mind.

The unlabeled thing with you and Jaebum slowly evolved within the next weeks - you asked for his number that night and he gave it to you, knowing the risk he took. He couldn’t help but feel terrible and excited about you at the same time.

You found out about his girlfriend at the worst time possible. At another party of Jackson’s, this time you and Jaebum texted each other before going.

Y/N: ‘You at the Jackson’s tonight?’ Jb: ‘Need a ride? Let me pick you up.’

He was flirting with you all the time - through text, in the car on the way to the party, he got you your favorite drink as soon as you arrived, he complimented your outfit, he was being the perfect gentleman. Later that night you two were outside once again, all alone this time, his hand resting on your waist as he came closer and you knew what was about to happen.

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”, you said confidently, not knowing the real reason he hesitated back then.

You saw the smirk on his lips and knew that in that moment the handsome boy was feeling the same exact thing as you. Jaebum knew too by now - he knew he wanted you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, he tried to fight it but he gave up as his lips moved closer to yours until they finally met and he was almost embarrassed about the feeling this kiss gave him. He hasn’t felt anything that strong in at least two years now, nothing Eunhwa did could compare to this. As his hands found your hair he knew he had to break up with her. As his lips wandered down your neck he knew it made no sense to resist you anymore, he was too weak for that. As your hands found his he knew he met you for a reason. As you moved to sit on his lap as he deepened the kiss he knew that he caught some serious feelings for you. And as he was just about to run his hand up your back, pulling you closer to him, making you feel him under you he realized that he couldn’t - he couldn’t lie to Eunhwa and you both.

He broke the kiss, breathless and wanting more, but needing to be serious and honest with you.

“I have a girlfriend.”, he blurted out, knowing there would be no right way to say this. Thinking about that moment now it still gave you a strong and uncomfortable feeling, as if you fell down a high cliff and just never arrived at the bottom, helpless and confused.

You thought you misheard for a second, letting out a chuckle - before realizing what he just said was true. Part of you wanted to slap him across the face, leaving right there. Another part of you wanted to not care, wanted to continue and forget what he just said. Yet another part was dissappointed in him, you thought you knew him - he didn’t seem to be a bad guy. But the biggest part of you wanted an explanation more than anything.

He closed his eyes in frustration for a second and let out a deep sigh before looking into your eyes, the pain in it hurt him more than the fact that he just cheated on his girlfriend, “I’m so sorry.”, he said, still holding you close to him on his lap, hoping you’d stay right there, “Not only for lying to you but also for doing this to her.”

You nodded slowly, not knowing how to handle the situation, “Why are you doing this to here then? I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”, you gulped as you felt his thumb drawing circles on your back. In this moment you didn’t know how to act or how to feel.

Jaebum looked concerned and worried, looking for the right words to express his thoughts - he felt like you should know them all. “Her name is Eunhwa. I know her since my teen years, we’ve been dating for six years and I loved her so much.”, you noticed the use of past tense and it felt like a sword in your stomach, but you didn’t want to interrupt him, “I haven’t been happy with her in a long time but I’m too afraid to break up with her. She deserves someone who is excited to see her after a long day and cheers her up when she’s sad instead of how cold I have been treating her.”, you saw tears building up in his eyes but you still wanted to hear the rest he had to say, so you stayed still and quiet.

“I didn’t know how to end things after everything we’ve been through. Nothing I do seems to be fair towards her and sitting here with you is by far the worst thing I could’ve done to her.”, he said, not meeting your eyes anymore, not even knowing what he was trying to say, he just said what came to his mind.

By now your voice was only a whisper, you didn’t feel offended at all, more hurt. “You still didn’t answer my question though.”, you said, turning your head towards his so he was forced to look at you for a second, hoping it would calm him down a bit. “Why did you flirt with me, texted me, even kissed me?”

He was surprised that you were even having this conversation with him when you could have just left him right there, “Since I saw you at Jackson’s the first time I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to stop myself from thinking of you, looking at your pictures or even text you but I couldn’t.”, he confessed and you were, somehow, not surprised at all. You felt the same way about him since the beginning and you always got the same vibe from him. The thought of his girlfriend sitting at home, probably wondering where they went wrong made you sick, like you needed to vomit. You never wanted to be that woman, ever. Guilt and panic rushed over you but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret kissing him.

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you”, Jaebum suddenly interrupted your thoughts, making you look at him, “I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”, the way he said it so casually send a thousand emotions through your body, as if you didn’t feel enough already, “I want to try being with you, getting to know you better, take you out and introduce you to the friends you haven’t met yet.”

“But you can’t.”, you said, knowing where this conversation was going while you got up from his lap and sat down next beside him again, “You have a girlfriend.”, you said, more to yourself than to him, realizing what it really meant. He shouldn’t say those things to you and you shouldn’t feel these things for him.

“I don’t love her anymore.”, he said, a bit surprised himself because he never admitted it before, not even to himself, “I’m hooked on you, (y/n).”

“Will you stay with me tonight?”, you asked him, not knowing what was going on with you or why you asked that, despite feeling bad and guilty.

Ever since then Jaebum and you met in secret, texted each other lovely messages in secret, fell in love in secret. Those memories leave you breathless as they all appear in your mind at once as you saw Jaebum standing in your door. It’s been three months since you met each other, which is nothing compared to the time he knows Eunhwa for.

You looked at Jaebum, waiting for him to say something but nothing came out of his mouth, his eyes were still glued to the ground. Slowly the tension was killing you.

“Jaebum.”, was all you could say in that moment but it was enough for him to finally look up from his feet and into your eyes. As soon as your eyes met you saw them filling up with tears. “What happened?”, you asked quietly, your voice cracking.

Unable to answer you he rushed into hugging you, pressing you close to his body, one arm fully wrapped around your waist as the other was holding your head, pressing it against his chest. “I told her now.”, he said, his mouth very close to your ear, his voice just as small and quiet as yours before, “I just did.”

You immediately remembered last Friday as he said it - he was at your house, coming straight to you after work like usually, telling Eunhwa he had to work late, and not leaving until midnight. Your relationship with him was more than an affair by now, more than just sex. He talked to you about everything, held you close to him at all times, holding your hand, cooking for you - it was delusional of you to say it was almost perfect, considering the fact that you couldn’t be together. That night, after a steamy shower session you both were cuddled under a blanket in your bed, his head resting on his hand as he studied your face and his thumb was caressing your cheek. “You make me feel so safe.”, he said, looking deep into your eyes.

No question, you loved hearing him say those things but you felt uncomfortable after such a long time of secretly being with each other. Risking it all, you decided to confront him. “I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”, you said, sitting up a bit.

His eyes still were locked with yours as he slowly nodded, “I think it’s about time too, (y/n). I’m in love with you.”, he said, feeling nervous, hoping you’d feel the same way even though it was quite obvious, for what reason would you put up with him otherwise? - he continued, “It has been pretty clear to me from the start. I didn’t expect things to go this way at all, you know that. What about you?”

“Tell Eunhwa, Jaebum. I think it’s time you talk.”

He sighed, knowing you were right. In the last month he had barely seen Eunhwa, nor talked to her. “I just don’t know how.”

“Don’t lie to her. Tell her about how you did her wrong, that you met somebody new and that she needs to move on and find someone better, someone that can give her what she deserves.”

After the talk that night you hadn’t heard from him in over a week. Of course you decided to give him time and rethink everything, he always felt very sorry towards Eunhwa. After a few days, you thought about calling him but decided you shouldn’t. You weren’t in the position to. He never meant to hurt no one but for a second you wondered if he would really leave her for you or if he didn’t call because he decided he couldn’t.

So, as he just told you, that he broke up with Eunhwa you felt terrible, you know it wasn’t really your fault they broke up - in his heart Jaebum was long gone, but in the end, you still were the homewrecker.

The two of you just stood there for a while, embracing each other. Every now and then you heard Jaebum sniffing, he was definitely crying. It wasn’t the first time he was crying in front of you since he often felt troubled in this situation.

A few minutes later you found yourself in your kitchen, making Jaebum a tea to call him down a bit. He was sitting on your kitchen table, watching your every move until you sat down beside him, placing two cups in front of you. His hand immediately found yours, squeezing it tightly. Even though his eyes were swollen from crying he seemed to be slowly relaxing, by now he unclenched his jaw and relaxed his eyebrows stopped flinching.

“How do you feel?”, he asked you, bring your linked hands up to kiss the back of your hand.

You scoffed a bit, “You’re concerned about how I feel? How do you feel, Jaebum?”, it was funny to you that he still was worried about you even though he clearly was the miserable one right now.

“I just want you to feel good.”, he said sincerely, looking into your eyes and giving you a small smile.

“How did she react?”, you asked what concerned you the most.

Now Jaebum let out the scoff, shaking his head a bit, “Terrible.”, he shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what else to say, “We both cried a lot, like you probably already guessed. But that really doesn’t matter now, baby.”

Like a high school girl you felt yourself blushing at the baby, he never called you that before. “God, I hate that. Please don’t do that.”, you said laughing.

He immediately joined your laughter, his face lighting up, making you feel all tingly again, this time in a good way though.

“Oh. I’m sorry to tell you.-”, he said and paused for a second as he pushed you closer to you, his lips finding your forehead, “From now on I’ll not hold back anymore.”

Within seconds you and Jaebum were kissing each other deep and passionate and through it all you could feel a smile on his face. As he picked you up to carry you to the bedroom he stopped every now and then to talk to you.

“It feels so good to kiss you like this.”, he said first before immediately kissing you again, giving you no time to answer.

A few seconds later he was giving your nose a kiss, “Let’s go to a restaurant tomorrow, I can’t wait to take you out properly.”

As he let you down onto your bed he looked so satisfied and happy, his kisses became soft and slow as he kissed down your neck and towards your cleavage.

“(Y/N). I love you.”, he said for the first time, looking up at you, “I always knew. But I am so, so, so relieved and lucky I can finally say it out loud. I’ll never leave this bed again.”

You let out a laugh as your hand run through his hair, “I won’t let you leave again.”

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got7thotsss · 6 years ago

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Proper Fan Service- Jinyoung

Requested: Yes. Warnings: Smut. Summary: You go to a fansign and catch the eye of a certain member. Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader Word Count: 3.1k (I got a bit carried away) A/N: This was the first request I got, I hope this is up to your standards.

This is it. Today is the day, you’re finally gonna meet them. Your idols. Got7. You saved up for months for this, working your arse off, every weekend, every evening, just to meet these guys. You have so much you want to say to all of them, you’re afraid you won’t be able to say everything you want to. “Y/N, come on, they’re letting us go in now.” Well, this is it. This is the only chance you’re gonna get. You’ve got this Y/N, you can do this. You smile and nod at your best friend, before following her through the door. You grab hold of each other’s hands, so you don’t get lost in the large crowd. You look over to the stage and take in the realness of it all, in less than half an hour the seats won’t be empty. You can barely contain your excitement. “I can’t wait to see Jinyoung, I bet he’s even more gorgeous in person.” You exclaim as you and your friend sit down. She gasps and nods in agreement. “Yeah, I’m down for a bit of JB. Actually, I’m down for them all.” She responds, whilst rummaging through her bag. You guys are right near the front, so you’ll be some of the firsts to speak to them. “Do you know what you’re gonna say to them all?” “Not at all, I’m just gonna wing it and hope for the best.” You smile and shake your head at your friend. You both sit and chat until, someone comes on stage and announces that the band will come on soon. Your heart starts fluttering as you watch them all come on stage. You watch as they all look over the crowd, it might be your imagination, but you notice Jinyoung’s gaze linger on the area you are sat in.

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You turn to your friend, you are next in line to talk to them. You both silently scream to each other, before you are called to go and speak to the members. You chat to each member for about 90 seconds. First Jaebum, then Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Bambam and Yugyeom. Actually, that was a lie, you spoke to Jinyoung for longer than you probably should’ve. You just couldn’t help it, he kept asking you questions you couldn’t not answer him- that would’ve just been plain rude. Even when you were talking to the three youngers, you couldn’t help but look back at Jinyoung. Once or twice, you noticed he was looking at you too. Every time you made eye contact you feel the heat rush to your face. When you get back to your seat you rummage through your friend’s bag for the bottle of water, she comes back minutes later after chatting with Yugyeom. “We were right, they do look way better in person. The cameras do not do them justice.” She says, as soon as she sits down, before grabbing the bottle out of your hand and taking a swig out of it. “I know right, let me tell you, Jinyoung kept me talking for about five minutes. I only got to speak to the rest of them for about two minutes. Then again, I’m not complaining, he was so nice.” You reply, she only responds with a wink.

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Jinyoung can’t help but continuously look at where that girl is sat, she’s just so intriguing to him. He watches her intently, before realising Youngjae had asked him a question. He tears his gaze away from the girl and towards the younger member. “Sorry, what?” “I said, what should we have for dinner?” “Erm, I think I have an idea of what I want.” Jinyoung mumbles, biting his lip and glancing back at the girl. “What is it? Maybe we’ll all fancy it.” Youngjae responds, making Jinyoung laugh to himself and shake his head. “I’m not bothered about what we have, maybe you should ask Jaebum, he’ll have a definite answer.” Jinyoung responds, his gaze still lingering on the breath-taking girl. “Okay, I will, in a bit.” “Hey, Jinyoung, maybe you should stop undressing the fans with your eyes.” Jackson whispers in Jinyoung’s ear. “Woah, I’m not doing that. I’m just looking at them all, all of the fans mean so much to me, I’m just taking it all in.” Jinyoung responds, turning to Jackson and glaring at him. “If you want some private time with a certain fan, you just have to ask the security to get her backstage.” Jackson states, shooting Jinyoung a cheeky wink. “You’re speaking as if you’ve done it before.” Jinyoung says, Jackson only responds with a smirk, before turning back to look at Jaebum, who is doing a speech for all of the fans. Jinyoung takes in what Jackson said, before quickly scribbling out a note for the girl who he can’t seem to get off his mind. He beckons the manager over, asking them to get the security guard to give the note to the certain fan in the second row. The manager looks from Jinyoung to Jackson, then to the girl. He nods, then walks over to the security guard. Before Jinyoung knows it, he is saying goodbye to the fans and is being ushered into the back. They all start getting ready to leave, except Jinyoung, who receives a knowing look from Jackson. “You okay, Jinyoung?” Mark asks, Jinyoung nods. “Yeah, you guys go ahead, I’ll come back later.” “Do you want us to wait for you to decide on what to have for food?” Bambam asks, as they all finish collecting their things. “Nah, you’re alright. I’ll grab something later.” And with that, they all file out, slightly questioning why Jinyoung is staying there, but not really thinking too much into it. They’ve all stayed behind at some point, it has just never been Jinyoung. Jackson being the only one that knows the exact reason as to why Jinyoung is staying, keeps quiet as he has done when every one of the other members have stayed behind, because they became infatuated with a fan. Jinyoung nervously messes with his hair, he doesn’t really know what he’s gonna do with this fan, he just knows that he needs to speak to her again. About ten minutes after his members left the room, there’s a knock on the door. He yells for them to come in and reveal themselves to be the security guard. “I brought the fan to you, like you asked. She’s just out there, do you want me to stand out there?” “No, that’s okay, just tell her to come in. Tell everyone else to leaves us alone for a bit, please.” Jinyoung responds, smiling gratefully at the guard. The guard nods, before exiting the room, seconds later, the girl enters, shyly tucking her hair behind her ear. She smiles at Jinyoung and suddenly all of his nerves are gone.

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You give the security guard a confused look as he approaches you, did you do something wrong? Are you going to get kicked out? But Jinyoung is about to speak! You can’t miss that. Your friend nudges you, as the guard pulls something out of his pocket. He hands it to you and stays in his spot as you open the note, then blush and close it again. He then leans down next to your ear. “Stay behind when everyone else leaves, I’ll take you to where you’re needed.” Then he walks away, your friend questions you and pesters you about the whole ordeal, until you show her the note. The rest of the show is spent with your friend teasing you about the note, whilst you try to pay attention to what the members are all saying. “I’m not gonna wait for you, I’ve gotta get to work anyway. Plus, I have a law assignment due at one minute to twelve.” Your friend says, as everyone starts filing out. You nod in response, before walking over to the security guard from earlier. The guard directs you through a different door, then leads you through a series of corridors, before you come to a stop in front of a door. He tells you to wait outside for a moment, before disappearing on the other side of it. A minute later, he reappears, then tells you to go inside. You take a deep breath, before opening the door and walking through it. You look up to see Jinyoung stood there, looking expectant, you tuck your hair behind your ear, before smiling at him. A look of relief flashes over his face, before he smiles. “Hi, do you want to sit down?” He asks, to which you nod, you walk closer to him, then sink down onto the sofa behind him. He does well not to let the fact that your skirt hitches up a little higher on your thighs visibly affect him. Or so he thinks, “Can I get you a drink? There’s water, or-“ “Water should be fine, thank you.” You respond, giving him the once over as he strides over to a table and grabs two bottles of water. You happen to notice a slight bulge in his trousers, making your cheeks tinge red. He sits down next to you, whilst passing you the water, “So, erm, you never really specified why you wanted me to come here in your note.” You state, clearing your throat and running a hand through your hair. “About that, so, you intrigued me at the meet. I wanted to talk to you a little more and in a more private setting.” He responds, before opening his bottle of water and gulping half of it in one go. You nod your head, then copy his actions. His gaze lingers on your neck as you’re swallowing the water, he bites his lips as he feels a twinge in his trousers and quickly looks away. “You, erm, so, you said that you worked a lot to come here today. I hope it was worth it.” He adds, making you smile and nod your head. “Of course it was, I would’ve done anything to come here. You guys always give the best fan service.” You reply, turning to face your body towards his, managing to move your skirt up even more in the process. You glance down and notice that the bulge just keeps growing. You swallow hard, then look up to him, noticing his eyes have gone darker. He bites his lip and slowly shuffles closer to you. “I wonder how good the fan service really can be.” He finally says, moving his hand to push your hair behind your ear. You bite your lip and nod your head in agreement, looking up to him, making strong eye contact. You both subconsciously start moving closer to each other’s faces, before you realise what is about to happen and feel heat rushing up your neck and into your face. You bring your hand up to your neck, hoping the coolness of your hand would help take away the heat. “Wow, erm, it’s warm in here.” You say, moving away from Jinyoung and quickly moving to take your jacket off, revealing your white crop top, that accentuates your breast size and flashes a bit of skin. You’re really glad you wore a flashy but classy outfit today, you watch as Jinyoung’s eyes grow wide at the new sight of you. You turn to face him again, casually placing your hand on his thigh, “Wouldn’t you agree?” “What? Oh, erm, yeah, it’s very warm in here.” His eyes, on your hand, he moves to take his jacket off, making you move your hand to your own thigh, where you slyly adjust your skirt to flash even more skin. You both talk some more for the next half hour, completely ignoring the large bulge that is being accentuated by his tight trousers and the fact that your skirt is barely covering anything anymore. You look at your watch, before standing up, your skirt falling back into its original position. He stands up too, making a blush rise up to your cheeks once again, to be honest the blush hasn’t left your face for the past 45 minutes or so. “Do you need to leave?” “Kind of, I don’t really want to outstay my welcome.” You respond, tucking your hair behind your ear again. “Okay, erm, can I hug you?” He asks, making you giggle slightly. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your little friend has been not-so-little for awhile now. I didn’t want to say anything, because I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, but it was kinda hard for me to miss.” You respond, looking down at your shoes, feeling a little flustered about just pointing out his boner like that. “Yeah, it is kind of hard for me to not notice too. Maybe, you could help me out here?” He asks, you look up at him in shock. “For serious?” You say, making him laugh, you mentally kick yourself for not making complete sense. “Yeah, I mean, you are the cause of it, so surely you should do something about it.” He replies, shrugging his shoulders, as if it was no big deal. Your cheeks heat up again, as you weigh up your options. You could refuse and possibly miss one of the best opportunities of your life, or you could agree and probably have the time of your life. You look up at him and he smiles at you, as if he could read your thoughts. As if he knows what you’re about to say. “Okay, seeing as I’m the cause, I can’t say no.” You respond, his smile grows bigger, as he pulls your body close to his and presses his lips to yours. You respond by kissing him back, tracing your hands over his torso, before resting them around his neck. His hands move up and down your sides, before coming to a stop on your waist. He then moves one of his hands up to your face, pulling your jaw down to open your mouth, then letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Your tongues roam each other’s mouths, you let your hands slip down to his waistband, as he moves his mouth away from yours and leaves a trail of wet kisses down your jawline and onto your neck. You move your head to the side to give him more access, whilst also fumbling with his belt and the buttons on his trousers. Once you manage to undo them and you push his trousers and boxers down his thighs, he lets out a groan as his erection springs free. He starts sucking and nibbling on one part of your neck, making you release small, quiet moans of pleasure, much to his enjoyment. You move away from him, making him whine from the loss of touch, before realising what you are doing. You push him towards the sofa, making him sit down, before making yourself comfortable on your knees, between his thighs. His dick erect and dripping with precum, right in front of your face. You give him a smile, before focusing your attention on what is important right now. You lick your lips, before darting your tongue across the tip. His sweet moans, make you smile, before you open your mouth and take him all in. Moving your lips up and down his dick expertly, your hands trace up and down his thighs, to increase his pleasure. “Don’t stop Y/N, keep going.” Jinyoung gasps out, between heavy breaths. His hands move to your hair, moving out of your face, so it doesn’t get in your way. You move one of your hands to rub around the part that won’t fit in your mouth and the other one to massage his balls. This gets him moaning deeply, even grunting out your name, throwing his head back in pleasure. You suck and suck, until he feels his dick starting to twitch in your mouth. He pulls you away and up towards his mouth, attaching his lips to yours. “Take your panties off, then get on top.” You nod your head, then pull your underwear down your thighs, before climbing on top of him, resting a knee on either side of his thighs. He lines himself up with you before getting you to sink down on to him. You moan as you try to adjust to the size of him inside of you. It’s a good job he already turned you on so much, or else that could’ve hurt a lot. Once you feel like you have adjusted properly, you start moving your body up and down on him. Your moans mix with each other’s and fills the room with the sounds. His hands rest on your hips, moving you up and down. The slapping sound of your body meeting his adds to the mixture of your moans, creating the perfect environment for you both to release, in a flurry of moans and groans. “Jinyoung, I think I’m gonna-” You speak through your moans. “Me too baby, me too.” He replies, his hand moving up to your face and bringing it to meet his own. You both release, moaning into each other’s mouths. You ride out your highs, with your face buried in his neck. Once you both catch your breaths, you look at each other, then laugh. “I should probably go now, I have a shift in an hour.” You say, climbing off his lap and standing up, feeling an ache between your legs. Jinyoung stands up and adjusts himself back into his trousers. You look down, then notice your underwear on the floor, you go to pick them up, but are stopped by Jinyoung. “I think I’m gonna keep these.” He says, not giving you a choice. He places them in his pocket, then pats it, making you laugh. “If that’s what you want.” You respond, adjusting your skirt, making sure it stops half way down your thighs. You grab your jacket, pulling it on, then looking at Jinyoung. You notice that he is writing something on a piece of paper. “I had a good time with you, I’m trusting you now, please don’t leak it.” He says, passing you the paper. You look down at it and realise that it is his phone number. “I had a good time too, don’t worry, you can trust me.” You say, putting the note in your pocket with the other. He smiles, then places a kiss on your forehead. You then wave goodbye to him, before exiting the door. All of those extra hours you took on over the past couple months were definitely worth it.

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jj-ktae · 6 years ago

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Frisky Call (M)

Title : Frisky Call Pairing : Yugyeom x You (Noona reader) Genre : SMUT Words : 2315 Summary : Your boyfriend is horny so you decide to help him.

AN : I AM SO SO SORRY. I’m not responsible for any type of side-effects

Saturday nights can be tricky. A lot of people consider Saturday nights as the best nights of the week. You can party on a hot Saturday night. People go out and enjoy a night of lights and alcohol without worrying about the consequences of a way too quiet Sunday morning.

But you just came back home and you are exhausted. Working as a cook means giving up on resting days. Restaurants might be the busiest places, no matter the day and the weather. Saturdays are then made for more cooking and later shifts. You throw your shoes in a corner and wobble to your bed, yelping when the numerous blisters on your feet rub against the thick carpet.

You give yourself around four minutes before you pass out. There’s no reason for you to stay up longer, plus you have a family meeting tomorrow, but it’s for dinner so it means staying in bed late and vegetate as much as you want.

You start feeling drowsy, your eyelids fluttering shut and breathing increasing with sleep. Your muscles start relaxing and you stir in the bed, head hiding into the sheets and legs deliciously wrapping around the fresh quilt. Life is a blessing.

Your phone starts ringing but you don’t answer, the beeping sounds entering your dreams and confusing your thoughts. You get thrown back into your own body, muscles contracting again and making you jump onto your bed, the beeping way too loud in the quiet room.

You look at the caller and lean back into the bed, the phone pressed against your ear as soon as you answer the call.

“Noona, am I disturbing you? Are you still at work?” The voice is worried already, like it always is when you get a call.

You suppress a yawn and smile to yourself at the solemn tone. “I’m home, I was falling asleep, Yugyeom.”

You hear a gasp, like something very grave is happening and Yugyeom speaks again, his tone quieter. “I’m so sorry…go back to sleep, we’ll talk later.”

“It’s fine, let’s talk for a while…” You muse, not the least disturbed by the fact that you could have been sleeping soundly if it wasn’t for that phone call.

You don’t mind at all. Yugyeom is about to be away for a whole week and judging from the time, he is the one who should be sleeping now. It’s not a surprise though, Yugyeom has an interesting way of dealing with his priorities. “But, aren’t you supposed to leave in four hours?” your voice is meant to sound normal, but the raspy sound in it sells you out.

“Yeah…I am.” He admits, his own voice raspy and you start wondering if he wasn’t sleeping before he called, “I wanted to talk to you…” You picture Yugyeom hiding his face in his pillow at how needy he sounds, and it makes you smile to yourself, a hand absentmindedly going to your eye to rub it slowly.

His cuteness sends pangs of pain in your chest, and you suddenly notice how empty it’s going to be here with him away for a whole week. He has duties he can’t postpone and you have your own occupation, but the mere thought of entering this bed on your own for a whole week make you sigh, dreadful. “I’ll miss you.” you mewl.

Yugyeom does the same sound, his breathing heavy against your ear. “Me too…” he breathes, and it hits you that something must be happening because he sounds like he has run a marathon.

“Are you okay...?” you ask your boyfriend, but no answer comes out. Yugyeom seems to be concentrated because his breathing gets steady after a while, and you hear a deep breath along with a long humming sound.

“I’m fine,” He starts, but you can hear the uncertainty in his voice, like he wants to speak but doesn’t want to be a bother. You know that tone, it’s the exact same tone he uses when he needs something from you but gives up on asking.

“What’s wrong, babe?” You try to coax him, your voice turning low and velvety, with enough gentleness to assure him that he would never bother you, not in a thousand years.

You tilt your head when you hear another noise. This time it’s a whine, along with a lot of shuffling against a surface. “What are you doing?” you press, almost scared that something serious might be happening.

“Hmm…? Well…it’s just…” Yugyeom starts and you can only wait, you know him too much to become loud and insistent, because you know it would shut him. “Noona…” he continues, and you know it, he is almost there, he is about to spill the beans. You hear more breathing and wait for more words to come out of the phone before you collapse from exhaustion. Yugyeom only whispers a soft “I really need you…” and stops, expectant.

“Need me...?” You are exhausted so you don’t instantly get what he implies. Yugyeom can be very needy, so there is nothing surprising with him acting this way. The only thing that makes you doubt is the fact that it’s very late.

Uh-oh.

Yugyeom understands he will have to be explicit since you’re being a little bit too obnoxious right now. “Noona…I’m so, so hard.”

Ah. So, that’s what it’s about.

You bite your lips, the image of a horny Yugyeom laying on his bed a little bit too disturbing when your own is slowly dying from tiredness.

Yugyeom cuts your train of thoughts “I’m sorry…” he says next, and you know he is currently rubbing his face, wondering why on earth did he even call you for that. “I should sleep.”

It makes you feel so guilty about yourself. It’s the first time Yugyeom seems to be in such big distress when it comes to sex. He never called and asked for help concerning his needs, and you always assumed he was doing great on his own but when you hear him sigh and exhale sharply to calm himself, you know you have to do something.

Yugyeom doesn’t deserve to be on his own with a painful hard-on.

“Wait, don’t hang up.” You get a proper position on the bed and you adjust your pillow so you can rest your head on it, against the wall. “Shall we take care of you?”

There is no noise at all for a minute, but the breathing comes back, slower this time. “Would you…?” It’s like he can’t believe you’re willing to help him.

You chuckle, kind of amused. “Of course babe.”

“God,” Yugyeom starts, and you hear more shuffling, signalling that he is maybe changing position. “I’m so horny.” He concludes and laughs, and you know his cheeks are a deep shade of red right now.

“Were you touching yourself…?” Your question takes him off guard, because he doesn’t answer right away. “Were you thinking about me?”

Your playful voice rings like a sweet melody to Yugyeom’s ears, “Yes, of course. I can only think of you, noona.”

You melt, forgetting about blisters and muscle cramps and any type of you shit you had to deal with today. “What were you thinking about?”

You don’t know how to do this so you find yourself a little bit awkward. Yugyeom doesn’t seem to feel the same way, because he starts making weird needy noises.

“Can I say it…?” he whispers, his voice lower than it has ever been. “A lot of things…You touching me, licking me…me fucking you…” he chokes lightly, not daring enough to say more.

You sigh, pensive. As much as your body can’t even move, you don’t miss the way the heat has now taken over your underwear, the thoughts entering your brain like flashes. Now you’re not a professional of dirty talking, but right now, at two in the morning and with a very horny Yugyeom, you decide it’s time to show him the best you can do.

“Here’s what I am thinking about,” You try, doing your best to be gentle yet sensual. Yugyeom half hums half moans, suddenly too eager to hear you speak what he hopes would be very sexual words. “I’m thinking about how hard you must be right now, and how much I would like to caress you.”

Yugyeom moans, his hand working a little bit faster on his fully erected penis. He lets you speak, his needy noises being the only thing you can hear.

“Me, playing with your dick. Softly at first, just to get you on the edge, my thumb pressing against your tip with enough pressure to make you moan. You like it so much when I do that. Do it babe, grip it firmly like it’s my hand playing with you.” You’re shocked by how easy it is. The words are flooding out of your mouth, and you’re not even ashamed, but rather excited by how sexy it sounds to you too.

Yugyeom hums some more, he breathes fast and whispers words, but only a few are comprehensible. “Yeah, just like that…so hot...” he puffs and concentrates on his hand, his long fingers circling his burning flesh before playing with the tip, now moist with pre-cum.

“I part your legs a little so I can sit between them. Imagine me looking at you while I lick my fingers. You taste so delicious babe, it makes me want to suck you off so hard…” You continue, not able to stop yourself from reaching between your legs. “I’m so wet already.” You state for the both of you. “Does it feel good?”

“So good. So fucking good.” He sighs, and you can now hear some wet clapping noises, signalling he is palming himself with more force now.

“Imagine how good I would lick you. How my tongue would softly graze your penis until I can’t stand it and start sucking on your tip. I would love to watch your face while I’m doing this. Would you look at me too, baby?” You take such an innocent voice, but you moan as soon as your own finger enters your pussy.

“Yes. I would. I would love to look at you noona. You look beautiful when I feed you. You take me in so well…” It’s hard not to cum right away. Yugyeom thought it would take longer for him but now he should slow down if he doesn’t want to end it right away.

He can hear your breathing increasing and he knows, he just knows you’re also touching yourself. “Noona, how many fingers are into you, now…?”

You throw you head back when you thrust a second finger. “Two.” You sigh, your legs now fully spread and tangled in the quilt.

A comfortable silence starts, during which you both moan and listen to the other doing the same. After a while, you speak again. “I wish you were here…” it’s a pity he is going to be away for a week, because he is waking a lot of needs, and none of them can be fulfilled with your fingers only. “I wish you were the one thrusting into me right now…”

“I will. As soon as I come back, I swear I’ll fuck you so good...” he pants and looks down, only to be met by his hand around his reddening penis.

“I want you to fuck me hard, Yugyeom. I want you to spread my legs wide and pound into me….” You add a third finger, your moans getting louder.

“I promise I’ll do it, noona. In every room, in every position. Oh..” He chokes and you’re so close, but you try to last a little bit longer.

“Are you about to cum, baby?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. “how would you like to cum?”

Yugyeom shakes his head, gasping when he feels his dick pulsating against his warm hand. “Into you, in your mouth, on your body. Please, noona, let me cum everywhere you want. I would love to see my thick semen drip down your mouth-” He moans loudly. “I’m about to…”

You nod in the dark room, feeling yourself getting sweatier and hotter. “Let it go, baby. Cum all over me.”

Yugyeom loses it and pumps faster, his orgasm building and his whole world collapsing as soon as the first spur of cum appears. He rides it skilfully, his hips rolling slowly like he is pounding into you. His body jolts and shakes with every contraction and his brain slowly shuts down, blinded by pleasure.

You come undone when you hear the dirty sounds of his hand against his dick, along with him whining loudly. It makes you stop breathing for a while before whimpering. Your fingers slow down and it’s a mess into your underwear, but you just want to sleep.

You forget about Yugyeom, until you hear a soft voice over the now long forgotten phone.

“…Noona…” he seems ashamed, but also extremely tired. “are you okay...?”

“Yes. Are you feeling better?” You’re not even moving anymore, too lazy to clean your mess.

Yugyeom giggles like he did something very wrong “I’m so tired.”

“Shall we sleep, then?” You inquire, very eager to finally sleep because endorphins are turning you into a zombie.

“Yes. I’ll miss you, Y/N.” You hear kissing noises and do the same, feeling childish yet too in love not to enjoy it.

“Oh, I’m not noona anymore?” You tease, eyelids dangerously heavy.

Yugyeom laughs, but you know he is very very embarrassed right now. He barely calls you noona in private excepted when he is needy. “Goodnight, noona. I love you.” He plays along, though.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you too.” You let the phone rest on the bed and fall asleep instantly, not even mad that you’ll be a mess tomorrow.

Saturday nights aren’t so bad, after all.

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lordofassgard · 6 years ago

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Play Pretend {Part 2}

Requested: | yes | no |

Pairing: Mark Tuan x f!Reader // Kim Yugyeom x f!Reader

Summary: you thought you did the right thing when you let him go, but life always finds a way to make you realize how wrong you were

Genre: non idol!au, tattoo artist!au, angst

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex

A/N: thank you to everyone that requested a part 2 of this. please don’t kill me, there will be a part 3. hope you enjoy :)

masterlist in bio

gif credit to ceohan

Status: complete

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 find parts 1 and 3 in my masterlist

He loved you? Out of all the times, he could have said that he chose to do it after you got back from a date. When you finally thought you were going to get over him, he did that.

Your phone screen went off making you stare at your shocked reflection on the screen. What were you supposed to say?

[You]: I’m sorry, it’s too late

The grey bubble popped up on your screen indicating you he was typing, then it disappeared. This went on for a couple of minutes until he finally gave up, leaving you on read. You put your phone down and laid in bed staring at the ceiling.

Why? Why did he have to do it? Why now? Why did he only say it when he was about to lose you? So many questions floated around your brain giving you a headache. Rubbing your face with a sigh, you turned off the lights and closed your eyes, hoping you’d be able to get some sleep. But when your phone vibrated next to you, you quickly picked it up, your heart beating fast in your chest. What did Mark say?

[Yugyeom]: I had a great time tonight. Hope we can do this again :)

Your stomach dropped. As much as you wanted to be happy like you were when you got back home, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not when Mark decided to drop a bomb like that on you. Not when your brain screamed at you to say that you loved him too, because it was true, you loved him so much. But it wouldn’t change anything, you moved on. And the two of you would have to live with that.

After typing a quick answer that faked the happiness you had during your date with Yugyeom, you locked your phone and shut your eyes. The more you stared at your phone, the more your fingers itched to text Mark back. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t because he had a girlfriend who he wasn’t willing to leave for you. The best you could do was forget about Mark.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ .。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

And you thought that was the last you had heard from Mark. But oh, you were wrong, so wrong. He showed up at your door the next morning, bags under his eyes and his hair messy like he had been running his hands through it too many times on the way there. Yet, he still managed to take your breath away.

“Can I come in?” He asked, which surprised you, he never asked to come in. You’d open the door and he would come on in closing the door with his foot since his hands and lips were occupied.

You moved, allowing him to come in. After closing the door, you followed him into the kitchen. You waited for him to talk but he just stared at his hands folded on his lap. Your fists clenched stopping you from getting up and fix his hair until it looked like he usually styled it and kiss his frown away. But that was something for his girlfriend to do, and you weren’t her.

“Mark?” You called softly making him look up at you “What are you doing here?”

He cleared his throat and straightened up his posture. You watched every move attentively until he was ready to speak again.

“H-How was your date?”

“It was fun…”

Fun? Really? you thought. Probably that was the last thing he wanted to hear. You weren’t going to lie and tell him your date went bad, that’d give him hope and that wasn’t your intention. Yet, you couldn’t tell him you had a fucking blast.

“I miss you…” He finally looked up you, his eyes desperately searching for something in yours.

“Mark…”

“I know I fucked up.” He sighed “But I...I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.”

Another knife in your heart, not literally of course or else you’d bleed out to death in your kitchen floor. But the pain of the metaphorical knife stuck in your chest, that was real.

“Mark…”

“You were right and…”

“Mark!” You raised your voice making him stop talking. “Please stop!”

His face fell and you looked away from him. You knew if you kept looking at him, you’d end up telling him you loved him too. And then he’d fuck you on the kitchen table and go back to his girlfriend leaving you alone and heartbroken. You knew from experience how things went when it came to Mark.

“You had your chance, I’m sorry.”

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. What could you tell him that would make him feel better? What can you tell someone when you know you broke their heart? When you know you crushed the most precious thing they gave you?

But what about you? You broke his heart, well aware of what you were doing but hurting yourself even more in the process. What consolation did you have? It was for the better, you kept telling yourself. He’d go back to his girlfriend and he’d live a happy life away from you. Away from you, that’s all you needed.

Mark got up defeated, shoulders slumped down, not looking you in the eye. It hurt to see him like that and it hurt that you were the reason he was like that. But just a few more minutes and he’d be out of your apartment.

“I just don’t understand one thing.” Mark wondered out loud when the two of you were by the door, his back turned to you “What does he have that I don’t?”

His question caught you off guard. You didn’t expect the sarcastic tone in his voice, nor the evil smirk on his lips despite the sadness in his eyes. Mark was showing you a side of him you had never seen before and you hated it.

“It’s not about that.” You shook your head.

Please, just go

“Then what is it?”

Please, just get out of here

“Mark…”

“I get it. You got a boyfriend now.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

Please, leave

“Then why can’t we keep doing this?”

Please

“Because I’m not like you!” You snapped.

I’m sorry

He took a step back as if you had slapped him in the face, eyes widened and face pale. That’s not what you wanted to say, but you had to do it. You had to cut ties with him. For his own good, for your own good.

Mark opened his mouth a few times to speak but no words came out. Instead, he left, not bothering to close the door behind him and you stood in the exact same spot watching him disappear.

After shutting the door, you leaned against it with tears in your eyes. You muffled a sob with your hand as if you were scared someone was going to hear you cry.

I’m sorry. I love you

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It took you twelve days to pull yourself together enough to call Yugyeom back without your voice breaking. You told him you had been sick and he sounded relieved that you didn’t just lose interest in him. Then he sounded really worried and asked if you needed more time to rest. When you assured him that you were fine, he asked you out again.

For your second date, Yugyeom took you to a drive-in theater that you didn’t even know it existed in Seoul. During the movie, he shyly put his arm around your shoulders and you leaned into his touch, resting your head on his chest.

He kissed you on your third date, outside your apartment building when he dropped you off. You were aware of your neighbor spying you through the window but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when you pulled him in for another kiss.

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You were taking things slow and you thought you were out of the woods when it came to Mark. But fate, fate is funny because when it thinks two people belong together, it’ll bring them together. Even if it is to remind you of what you lost, of what you let go.

At some point you knew you’d bump into Mark, sure, you lived in the same city and went to the same places. Yet, you never thought you’d run into him in the way you did.

You were walking with Yugyeom downtown, the sun setting in the horizon giving him the perfect amount of light and shade to make him look ethereal from the angle you watched him. You took your phone out of your pocket to capture the moment. You even had to walk a couple of steps ahead of him, facing him so that you could get the perfect shot because he looked that good.

“(Y/N) watch out!” Yugyeom reached out to pull you into him, but it was too late.

Your back collided with someone’s chest and you quickly turned around to apologize.

“I’m sor...Mark?” Your eyes widened.

“(Y/N)” Your name softly rolled off his tongue and fuck you missed it.

The two of you stared at each other for a bit, looking for anything that changed on the other. Aside from a couple more tattoos, Mark looked the same. What caught your attention was the white lily behind his ear, a smaller version of the one he had done on your wrist.

Yugyeom cleared his throat, reminding you that the two of you weren’t alone. You turned to Yugyeom with a smile and pulled him closer to you.

“Yugyeom, this is Mark. Mark, this is Yugyeom.”

They exchanged polite hellos, Mark’s eyes lingering on Yugyeom a little more than necessary before he looked back at you.

“It was nice seeing you.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You too.” You smiled back.

Mark kept walking, the opposite way where you and Yugyeom were going and you couldn’t help to turn around just to take one last look at him. Yugyeom noticed but didn’t say anything and you weren’t sure how to feel about it. But instead of focusing on that, you tried to calm your heart that was beating so fast in your chest that you thought it’d explode.

You were quiet on the way home, despite Yugyeom’s attempts to start a conversation. It’s not that you were ignoring him but there was a lot in your head. When he parked the car in front of your building, he shuffled in his seat so that he could face you.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. I was just thinking…”

“About Mark?”

“No.” Yes “But about who I was when I first met him.”

“Is he your ex or something?”

You hesitated before you answered. You’d be lying if you said yes but you’d be lying if you said no. But at the end of the day, he’d always go back to his apartment where he lived with his girlfriend, so you’d have to be no as much as you hated to admit it. You realized you had taken too long to give him an answer, too caught up in your own thoughts when Yugyeom apologized.

“No, it’s fine. He’s not my ex he’s…” You trailed off thinking about the right words to say “Someone that I used to know.”

He nodded as he took in your words. After that, there was an awkward silence, something that never happened between the two of you before. Clearing your throat, you grabbed the door handle before turning to Yugyeom.

“Goodnight.” You kissed him goodbye before getting out of the car.

You didn't wait for an answer, you just wanted to go to bed. What was it about Mark that always ruined your good mood? That night, in bed, while you tossed and turned unable to sleep, you cursed fate for making you run into Mark. You thought you made it, you thought you moved on. You were happy with Yugyeom and it had been a while since you even thought about Mark. So why couldn't you get him out of your head?

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Four days later, Yugyeom took you to the diner where you had your first date, the same waitresses cooing over the two of you once they saw you walking in with your fingers intertwined.

So you put on your best fake smile for the rest of the night. You ordered the exact same food you did the first time you went there but the difference was that this time there was a giant hole in your chest that almost took your breath away. It had been there ever since you set your eyes on Mark and it had no intentions of leaving you alone anytime soon.

And the questions that kept you awake at night and made you unproductive during the day didn’t leave you alone. Was he still with his girlfriend? Did she know about you? Was he happy with her? Did he miss you? Was she still out of town a lot? Why did he tattoo a lily just like yours? Was that about you?

Every once in a while, when you thought Yugyeom wasn’t looking, you’d glance at the watch on your wrist. Not because you didn’t want to be there with him, no, Yugyeom was probably the only person that kept you sane besides your best friend. But you weren’t in the mood to be outside your apartment, you just wanted to curl up in your bed and be held.

“(Y/N)” Yugyeom snapped his fingers in front of your face bringing you back to reality.

“Hmm, sorry. What were you saying?” You looked at him.

There was a sad smile across his features, one that he was trying to make it seem real. But you knew him well enough to see past it. Something you had learned from all the time you spent around him was that his eyes gave him away often. He could be smiling but there was a glint in his eyes that didn’t match the rest of his face. That was one of those moments.

“Go.” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Where?”

“Go after Mark.” Your eyes widened at the mention of the name you had tried to keep out of your head days.

“I’m fine.” You shook your head and straightened up your posture.

“It’s obvious that you still like him. Go after him.”

“Yugyeom, I can’t…” He cut you off.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about me.” He paused “Go.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words. How could he want you to go? He was well aware that he’d lose you if you stepped out of that door. Was he actually willing to let you go like that?

Your stomach dropped as the guilt settled in. You felt guilty because the young boy in front of you had been nothing but kind to you and you were about to break his heart. Tears streamed down your face as you found yourself unable to move as if you were glued to your seat. Shaking your head, you refused to listen to his words. You couldn't do this to him.

“(Y/N), please.” He begged “Go.”

“I-I can’t do this to you, I…”

“It’s okay. I’ve been in your shoes before and I’d give anything to go back to that moment and go after her.”

The new information was supposed to make you feel better, but it only made you cry harder.

“Please, go. Don't make the same mistake as me.”

You took a look at your purse next to you on the booth and then at Yugyeom, debating for the first time if you should listen to him. He nodded at you with a smile on his face, but there was that look in eyes again that made you hesitate. You couldn't just leave him like that.

“Go.” He reassured you for the last time.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your purse and got up. You bent down to Yugyeom’s level grabbing his face in between your hands and planting a kiss on his forehead over his hair.

“I’ll never forget this.” He grabbed one of your hands and gave it a light squeeze before you straightened up.

You were out the door in less than a minute, out of breath as if you had just ran a marathon. You called a cab and on the way to Mark’s apartment, you thought about what you were going to say to him. Would I love you be enough? Did he still even love you? Would he forgive you? You prayed that the answer to all your questions was yes.

The driver pulled up outside Mark’s building and you payed him, mumbling that he could keep the change. Someone that was coming out of the building held the door open for you. The elevator was out of order so you ran up the stairs all the way to his floor. You didn’t even stop to catch your breath when you got there, your fist banged on the door a couple of times as you anxiously waited for Mark to open the door.

Please

The door opened after what if felt like ten minutes when it was probably only a minute or two. You didn't know, time for you seemed to stop since you left the restaurant. You were ready to apologize, beg on your knees if you had to. You just wanted Mark next to you.

A girl opened the door, her torso covered in a sweatshirt that was too big on her and she reeked of Mark’s cologne. A hickey or two were visible on her neck and her hair was slightly messy although you noticed the effort she put into making it decent with her fingers. On her left hand, the one that held the door open, there was a big shiny ring and when you looked at her face, you recognized her as the girl from the pictures in Mark’s living room. Your stomach dropped, she was no longer his girlfriend, she was his fiancee.

The girl, whose name you never learned, who didn’t even know who you were, who didn’t even know how many times her fiance had left marks similar to the ones she had tried to cover up with her hair, furrowed her eyebrows.

“Can I help you?” Her voice sounded sweet like honey, way softer than yours whenever you fought with Mark and he slammed your door, only to return a few weeks later as if nothing happened.

You opened your mouth to speak when something caught your eye. Mark showed up, from the kitchen, shirtless, with a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips, eyes trailed on his phone.

“Who is it babe?”

He lifted his eyes to you standing on the doorway and he took a step back, dropping his phone on the soft carpet below his feet with a small thud. You looked at the confused girl, at the ring on her finger and at Mark in disbelief. It took every fiber in your body not to break down in front of them as you took a step back.

“Are you okay?” She asked concerned.

“I-I’m sorry, I got the wrong house.”

You looked at Mark one last time before forcing a smile at the girl and turning around, walking towards the steps. Once you heard the door close, you allowed yourself to cry on the way down. Outside the building, the street lights were the only source of light you had to walk home. The cold air swept past you making you pull your thin cardigan closer to your body as you walked with your head down. You didn’t even bother to hide the fact that you were crying, not caring about the pitiful looks people sent your way when you walked past them.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and debated if you should call your best friend or not. If you did, you’d have to explain her everything that happened, who Mark was and why you basically ditched Yugyeom. You couldn't call Yugyeom either, not after he told you to go after Mark even when it meant that you’d break his heart, you were too embarrassed to do so.

So when your phone screen lit up in your hand, your eyes quickly searched for whoever had texted you. Maybe it was Yugyeom and his sixth sense asking if you were okay and despite the shame, for a second you prayed it was him. Yet it was worse, way worse. You just wished you hadn’t even gotten your phone out of your pocket in the first place.

[Mark]: I’m sorry

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The Decay of the Blossom 🥀 - 05

Story: BTS x Reader x GOT7

Category: Drama, Friendship, Love

Summary: Y/N’s life starts to change as her mother gets herself a new man after her father’s passing. A new school, a new life. Everything sounds too good to be true. Apparently, destiny has its own rules and that is something she will learn when destiny gives her some signs along her way.

CHAPTER 5

“Y/N. Hey, wake up.”, her mother says softly as she shakes her a bit by her shoulder. As Y/N opens her eyes, she can see a comforting smile on her mother’s face. The room is still dark the only light in her room comes from the door.

“How late is it?”, Y/N mumbles as she touches her face. “Am I late?”

“No, not at all.” Her mother chuckles. “It is almost five am. I am sorry to wake you up earlier as you have planned, but your dad has some business meeting to which I will accompany him today. You were already asleep last night when we got home, that is why I thought I wake you up for a minute to tell you about today. I hope you don’t mind if we leave you alone again tonight?” Y/N rubs her eyes as she sits up.

“That’s fine with me.” Her voice sounds so tired that a smirk appears on her mother’s face. “I mean, that it is more than alright. Three of my friends are in the football team and they have a match today. They said that I should come and watch their match.”, she says as she fights against the feeling of yawning.

“When will the match begin?”

“They said after school, but I don’t know the exact time.”

“Well, I will make sure that we stay until eight or nine.”, she sighs. “Honey, I cannot promise it though. You know your dad, with some business partners he can talk for hours and some he just wants to go away from. This is apparently one he does not even want to go to.” Her mother’s eyes wander through the room as she obviously thinks about something. “We need approximately fifty minutes for one ride, I will text you when we drive off. Make sure you are home by then, okay?” Y/N hugs her mother.

“Thank you!”

“Now go back to sleep. We will drive off at six thirty. In case you don’t want to sleep and you want to have breakfast with us instead.” Y/N shakes her head as an answer and lies back down. Immediately she closes with the hope of going back to the nice dream, she just had. She can hear someone walking towards her room. She closes her eyes and pretends to be asleep. Y/N hears a sigh, but it is not her mother’s.

“What are you doing? Let her sleep.”, her stepfather whispers into the room. He holds a hand out to her and when she is close enough, he pulls her closer.

“Don’t worry. I will not wake her up.”, she says as she hugs him.

“Maybe we can leave earlier tonight so we can eat together, huh?”

“Let’s leave some money in the kitchen, then she can go out to eat or order in if she likes.”

“Okay, sounds good to me too.” She gives him a fast peck on the lips and walks to the kitchen. Her stepfather looks at Y/N closely to see if she is asleep or not. When he thinks that she does, he closes the door.

It was the class before lunch break, in which no one really paid attention to, because of the substitute teacher. This teacher knows how to bore the hell out of a student, he practically just reads and does not answer any of the students question which made Y/N a little bit angry. It comes as no surprise that her mind starts to drift off as everyone else in class already did. Jungkook and Yugyeom already started to play thumb war. “Y/N.”, BamBam whispers. “Y/N.”, he repeats in a funny voice.

“What could you possible want from me? We are in class, just once. Only once be quiet so I can concentrate.”

“As you could focus on anything when this ‘teacher’ talks like that...”

“Gotcha. What do you want from me?”

“Nothing. I want nothing from you but an answer.”

“Then shut it.”, Y/N says. BamBam rips a sheet from his notebook and starts to draw lines. Then he writes down their friend names and then he writes three names with a distance to the others. Then he writes a sentence underneath it and slides it to her. ‘Is it okay for you if we sit like this?’ Y/N laughs at his drawing, it looks as he tried to draw the tribune and a part of the football field. She only writes a 'yes’ before she slides it back.

“Perfect.”, he says as he takes one short look at the teacher who is with his eyes back in his book. BamBam slowly takes out his phone and takes a photo of his drawing. The click of his phone fills the room and that drags the attention of the teacher to him. The class started to fill with laughter and some students only grin whilst some shake their head.

“Put the phone away before I take it away!”, the teacher says in his direction. “You must be Mr. Kunpimook? I got already told that you will interrupt my class, one more time and you’ll get detention. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir, I understand.”, BamBam says in a mockingly tone. As the teacher turns away, he turns his phone on vibrate.

“Bam, put that phone away already. You already got your attention.”, Y/N says with a shaking head until her phone starts to vibrate. When she touches her pocket to get the phone, she notices that Jungkook and Yugyeom are just about to do the same. She sees the notification that BamBam has send the photo to the group chat. “Could you not wait for lunch?”

“Come on. Be happy I made this plan or do you want to sit next to Jinyoung?” He tilts his head and puts an eyebrow higher than the other one.

“We could have discussed it besides, I wanted to be placed next to you and Yugyeom anyway.”

“You wrote ‘yes’ on the plan. Could you have not said that you do not want to be placed next to someone else?”

“That’s not it.”

“What is the problem then?”

“I would sit in his eye sight. I do not want wholes in my head from his stares.”

“You are such a drama queen. He will get over it soon, don’t think about him. Think about the game!” She starts to think that he might not be wrong. Why should she even focus on him when she is there to cheer for her friends' team.

“I am hungry. Why do we have so many students in our school? Could the queue be any longer than that?”, Jackson complains.

“Don’t be such a crybaby.”, Y/N comments with a smile. “No one likes a crybaby.”

“I am not a crybaby, okay?”

“Sure.”, she says as Jackson’s eyes go to the front of the queue. “Crybaby.” Namjoon and Yugyeom start to laugh along themselves as Jackson pretends to be hurt.

“I hope you like the game, I will give more than two-hundred percent of what I can give. I’ll show that who you call a crybaby is the one of the manliest men on this planet.” Y/N nods at his words. “Don’t believe me? Watch me.”

“I am looking forward to the game.” After a few minutes they finally had their food. Jackson points at one table whilst Yugyeom points at another one. Somehow, they could not decide to which table they should go to. The cafeteria looks more crowded than usual which makes it harder for them to find their friends.

“There, I found them. How were they even faster than us?”, Namjoon asks. Y/N did not see who he was talking about, she only followed them until her eyes meet Jinyoung’s. Her throat feels tight as she can see that he tries to speak but no word is coming out of his mouth either. She looks at the others on the table before her eyes move to her tray. She bites her lower lip before she turns to Jackson.

“I go and sit somewhere else. I don’t want to cost any drama.”, Y/N says as she is about to walk away.

“Nope.”, Jackson says as he puts his arm around her shoulder. “You can sit far away from him, but you still have the same friends together. Which means we will eat together.” Jackson takes her to the table, to keep her next to him. Apparently, it does not make the strange feeling go away since she looked at Jinyoung and that he almost sits opposite of her on this round table does not help at all. She tries to avoid to look in Jinyoung’s direction as good as she can. Even though the anger is not visible in his eyes anymore, it seems to be replaced with something else. It kind of looks like there was something else in his, she just does not know how to interpret it. Y/N can see that he feels uncomfortable too from the corner of her eyes.

“Hello boys and beautiful girl.”, Jaebum says as he sits down on the opposite side of her. His words place a smile on her face. “I should call you more often beautiful, I missed your smile.” Hoseok rolls eyes at his words but when he sees that her cheeks have gone red, he smiles to himself.

“Are you done then?” Y/N shakes her head as she looks back at her tray with an embarrassed expression. “How wrong from me to say that you all see me as something else but not girly...”

“You are right that you are wrong.”, Jaebum says before he takes a bite from his sandwich.

“You speak a lot today, are you so nervous?”

“Jaebum did not play last year. He probably thinks that he is not good enough yet.”, Youngjae says.

“We have our good luck charm Y/N with us, it’s going to work out just fine.”, Jin comments.

“You sure she’s coming?”

“Hello! I am right here! And yes, I will come. My parents are at a meeting, which will be a longer one. She will text me fifty minutes before they arrive at home. I should be able to watch your game.”

“Make sure your phone is full. Otherwise your plan might backfire.”, Jinyoung mumbles. It was still loud enough though for everyone to hear on the table. His words are surprising every one, no one thought that he would speak with her so soon again. Everyone looked a bit confused that he just tried to talk with her. Maybe he did not want to talk with her directly, maybe he just tried to talk with himself. The table has never been this silent as it is now. Their eyes move between her and him as well towards each other in confusion. “What?”, Jinyoung asks looking at everyone but except Y/N. Everyone mumbles a nothing whilst her eyes and his eyes make eye contact. A smirk starts to appear on his face, to her surprise it does not look faked. They look at each other for almost ten seconds before he clears his throat and looks away. Jackson pushes his elbow against her upper arm and moves his eyebrows as he is questioning her what that was just about. She only forms her lips into a smile before she pushes him back with the elbow. For a second, she wonders why Jinyoung behaved the way he did but a voice in her head told to do not waste time thinking about it. She only spares him one more look before Hoseok lightens up the mood with an idea he has for dance class. He tells them about an idea he has but the problem is that they still need one more dancer in their group.

“If you truly need one more dancer, I can suggest you one.”, Y/N says. “Do you want to know who, Hoseok?”

“Okay, spit it. Who?”

“Yugyeom.” She starts to point in Yugyeom’s direction. “The other day he said he would say yes immediately if you would ask him if he would join you. Do you still want to do it, Yugyeom?” Yugyeom looked surprised by her suggestion that he need a second before he swallows his food.

“Me? Yes, I still would like to...”, he sighs. “But you are all on a different level than me.”

“We will meet up on Wednesday?”, Jimin asks as he looks at the other dancers on the table. “Forget that, we will hang out on Saturday. We will teach you some dances and then we will see how fast you can learn.” Y/N winks at Yugyeom before she puts her attention back on her meal.

“Sounds great.”, Yugyeom says. He looks one more to her. When she looks at him too, he moves his lips as he would want to say ‘thank you’.

“Finally.”, BamBam says.

“Why do girls need this long in the bathroom every single time?”, Yugyeom says as his phone rings. “Hello? Where? Already? Yeah, we are on our way.” He hangs up and looks at BamBam. "We need to run. They are trying to keep the sits saved for us but some others are making troubles because they want to sit there.” Yugyeom starts to run first, he is very fast and the speed he is running with is hard for Y/N to keep up with. Once arrived at the tribunes, all three look around to find them. BamBam is the first one to see Tae and Namjoon waving at them.

“There!”, BamBam screams over the loud screams of the others. When Y/N finally gets to her spot, which is between Mark and Jimin, she sees Jaebum warming up on the field. She tries to find the Jackson and Jungkook too, but she cannot find them. When Jaebum looks in their direction, she starts to wave. As he sees her waving, he starts to smile in her direction. The nervousness is visible on his face. Jackson and Jungkook start to appear and to talk with Jaebum. Jungkook waves in their direction and Y/N shows him the thumbs up.

“I hope you will like the game, Y/N.”, Jimin says. “Don’t be too focused on only one player.”

“Which player?”

“Forget what I said, I hope you will like the game.”, he says as his body turns to the field. As it is getting louder, she puts her attention to the game which is about to start.

As she walks off the tribune, someone takes her by her upper arm and drags her to the side. “Let go of me!” As she turns her head, her breathing stops for a second. He walks with her to the empty gym behind the field. “What do you want from me?”

“Can we talk?”, Jinyoung asks. “Please?”

“There is nothing to talk about. I’ve got to go.”

“I reacted like an idiot. I don’t know what came over me, I am deeply sorry for what I said to you.”

“That’s what you want to talk about? I have nothing to say, excuse me. I have to say goodbye to my friends.” He lets go of her upper arm and follows her quietly.

“I just wanted to ask where you are at. Did you guys talk it out?”, Yoongi asks.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever. I have got to go. I see you guys around!”

“Wait, don’t you want to eat with us? We have to celebrate our win! I bet you are hungry already too.”, Jungkook says.

“I am not that hungry and next to that I only have a little over forty minutes left to get home before my parents arrive.” She can see that Jungkook is disappointed, but he fakes a smile. “Bye guys.” Y/N waves to the boys as she starts to walk off.

“See you tomorrow!”, Jinyoung says to the others as he walks up behind her. She walks faster but he continues to follow.

“Where do you think you are going?”

“I’m walking you home.”

“There is no need to walk me home.”

“I know. I just need the chance to talk with you. If you still don’t want to talk with me afterwards, fine. But give me a chance to explain myself.”

“Okay, speak.” Y/N starts to slow down as her mind battles with her heart. On one hand she wants it to be back to normal, just the way it was. On the other hand, she is still mad for the scene he made in the cafeteria. The embarrassment he cost her and the weird feeling at school this morning with many student’s eyes on her whilst they whisper things to each other.

“I know I have acted like an idiot, but I was so happy that we have the main roles. I was looking forward to play with you as my partner...” Jinyoung does not look at her. He keeps his eyes on the ground and only looks up from time to time as they walk along the road. “When Tae told me that we need to talk with our teacher about you, I was not thinking about anything specific. I thought maybe you would need extra practice or something like that. But when he said you will not appear to the play, I lost it.” He licks his lips repeatedly before he bites in his lower lip for a few seconds. “Last week after drama class, the teacher told me and Tae to stay a few minutes longer. He was asking us if we know anything about your father and his opinion about drama. Tae mentioned that your father said he will call you sick in on the day of the play. I was shocked to hear that from him and I started to wonder if you trust me enough to tell me that by yourself. But you did not even attempt to talk with me about this. Our teacher told me today about the day your father came to the school to get you out of the class. I realized how wrong I was when the teacher told me how your father reacted to him when he said he won’t take you out of the play.” Y/N says nothing the whole time as she tries to understand the why he reacted the way he did. She suddenly stops walking when she sees a familiar car parking at the bus stop in front of them. Jinyoung walked two more steps as he notices that she stopped walking he turns to her. “I am sincerely sorry, can we go back to the way we were?”

“Oh hell no.” Her voice was almost just a whisper, a shadow of itself as she takes a closer look at the car.

“What? I just apologized with all of my heart! And you just say no?”

“My mom and... They should not be here already!”, she says as her palms become sweaty. “I am not prepared. He will not like to see me at this time of the day with a friend on the street without his acknowledge.”

“I got it, don’t worry. Come on.”, he says. When her parents get out of the car, she could tell that they are in a good mood. Her mother waves at them with a big smile on her face. “Good evening, Mrs. Y/L/N.”, Jinyoung says as they stand in front of them. “Good evening, Sir.”

“Jinyoung, right?”, her mother asks. Jinyoung nods with a smile. “What are you two doing out this late?”

“I found Y/N in the library studying alone. She told me that nobody was at home and that she wanted to study for the upcoming test.”

“So, you went to the library to study too?”, her stepfather asks.

“That is correct, sir.”

“You are not in the same class though, how do you know about the upcoming test of hers?”

“I know it because of our friends who are in the same class as her. I know their study faces when a test is coming up, but I actually thought someone as clever as Y/N do not need to study that hard. I guess I was wrong.” Her father looks proudly at her before he turns to her mother.

“That does not explain why you were walking next to her. This is not the library.”, he says with a bit of a serious tone.

“Sir, please don’t be mad. I just wanted to make sure she goes home safely.”

“I think to remember that I saw the name of your friends on the football team who had a match today. Did you not go to them?” Y/N looks nervously at Jinyoung before her eyes went to her mother.

“Do not ask this kid so many questions! Let him breathe.”, her mother says.

“It’s fine, Mrs. Y/L/N. I went to the library before the game but because of studying we forgot the time.” Her father looks at him suspiciously before he starts to smile.

“Alright then. Both of you get in the car, I will drive your friend home.”

“Thank you, Sir. But I don’t want to be a burden.” Her father starts to put his hand on his shoulder.

“You wanted her to walk home safely, that shows me that you are trustworthy. Let us make sure that you get home safely too.” He puts his hand off him and into his pocket as he looks at Y/N before he looks right back at Jinyoung. “That was not any kind of excuse to save her from being in trouble, right?”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Good.” Her father says as he walks them to the car. “Don’t forget your seatbelts!” The drive to Jinyoung’s home took them less than twenty minutes, but the silence makes her want to jump out of the car. From time to time her mother makes some small talk with Jinyoung but her father does not even try to have a conversation with him.

“You can stop the car right here, my house is right around the corner.” Her father pulls to the side and turns the motor off.

“It is truly not far away from our home. Take care, Jinyoung.”

“Thank you for the ride, Sir. Goodbye Mr Y/L/N and Mrs Y/L/N.” He turns to Y/N. “See you tomorrow.” She only smiles and waves at him.

“He is a very polite boy.”

“So, he is no punk to you anymore?”, Y/N asks carefully. Her father starts the motor again.

“What do you mean with punk?”

“Well, the last time he was at our home, you called him a punk.”

“I said I give each of them one chance. He seems to use his chance, but you still will not play at the festival.”

“I know.”, she mumbles quietly as she starts to play with her sleeve. “I have not forgotten about it.”

The morning after she wakes up earlier than usually to be in front of Jinyoung’s house before he would go to school. She stands in front of the building as she looks at her phone to check the time. The extra bag that she has on her left arm is getting heavier so she swings it with one swing over her shoulder.

Y/N: Good morning! When will you come downstairs?

For a few minutes she walks up and down the street as she whistles to herself. She whistles a melody which is stuck in hear head lately.

Jinyoung: Hey. Just woke up.

Y/N sees a male figure who looks like Jinyoung at one of the windows. She can see that the boy at the window has a phone in his hands. He seems to type something on his phone.

Jinyoung: Do you want to come upstairs?

Y/N: Actually, I thought I come earlier with muffins and toast and we could breakfast at school or at a park...

Jinyoung: Give me a few minutes. I’ll be right there.

It took him not even ten minutes to be at the front door. “Can I have this service every day? I would not mind it at all.”

“Don’t be silly. I just wanted to thank you for basically saving me.”

“Did it help that you forgive me for what I said the other day...?”

“Yes. I forgive you.” Jinyoung smiles has gotten even bigger. “Here is the first of a few muffins.” Jinyoung takes one from her.

“Did you bake them?”

“Okay, you got me on that.” She rolls her eyes. “I did not bake them.” She takes another muffin from her bag for herself.

“Oh, thank God.” Y/N looks at him with narrowed eye brows. “I would have not been able to eat them if you would have made them.”

“Hey! I brought you muffins and all you can say are those unfriendly words? How rude are you?” Jinyoung starts to laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yep.” He takes a bite from the muffin in her hand. “They are really good. Mine has even some chocolate pieces in it, yours is only pure vanilla.” He looks at her as another smile appears on his face. “Come on. I was just joking. You are just too cute for your own good self sometimes.”

“Since when am I cute?”

“Who said you are cute?”

“You just did.”

“You were cute, now. You are more like a gremlin.” She makes a funny face at him. “That is exactly how I imagine how you look like without make up.”

“I only wear mascara.”

“Damn. I already pictured you with dozens of pimples and with a weird face shape-”, she interrupts him.

“Okay, got it. Enough.”

“I am not done yet.” She takes the muffin out of his hand.

“But I am. If you guys say it from time to time at school, fine. But I do not need it after school and especially not before the school even starts.” She holds the muffin in front of his face. “If I give it back, you stop?”

“I would have stopped if you asked me to.”, he says as he takes the muffin from her and walks off. “Hurry, you don’t want to strike roots.” She laughs about their conversation as she speeds up to walk beside him.

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mermaid au: yugyeom

requested: yes, by anon

you were introduced to yugyeom through a mutual friend, youngjae

and right off the bat,,, there was something different about him

something you couldn’t quite put your finger on

the way his voice sounded absolutely musical, the way each movement seemed practiced to perfection, the way you felt almost compelled to look at him

he could be tying his shoes and you would be stunned into silence at the curve of his fingers

and you,,, have never been one to obsess over anyone you knew,, but when yugyeom looks at you, you feel as though your senses are blind to anything and everything but him, him, him

which is almost,, alarming

when you’re apart from yugyeom, you tell yourself you’re done ogling him, you’re done agreeing with everything he says

but as soon as you see him, those resolutions crumble

and you think he knows

because sometimes he’ll sit beside you instead of by jackson or bambam and his hands or thighs will brush yours over and over and over again

each time sending a jolt down your spine

and that repeated ‘accidental’ touching... can’t be accidental at all

he’ll reach over with those long, slender fingers and gently pull a strand of hair out of your face

and in that close proximity,, with his fingers just barely touching your ear,, you notice a small chain bearing a single white pearl around his neck

and it strikes you as an odd combination- a simple gray chain and a perfectly formed pearl,, and it’s odd enough to knock you out of the daze yugyeom’s presence puts you in

and you reach out to touch it, feeling the cool, smooth surface

but then you feel yugyeom’s breath fan your face

your eyes swivel up to find that he is close... closer than he was before

“sorry... i thought it was pretty” you say, moving back and willing yourself to look at anything but him... to no avail

because his cheeks are tinged red and wow,,, he’s pretty,,, prettier than the necklace, that’s for sure

and your mind is thinking of nothing but pulling him in by the collar of his jacket and kissing him until your lips bleed

and you almost do it- you feel your hands start to rise

but then youngjae asks you if you would rather be reincarnated as a ferret or a hamster and you snap out of it

“uh... ferret” you stutter, trying desperately to fight back the heat rising in your face

and you try to immerse yourself in your argument with youngjae about which animal would be better to be reincarnated as, but your eyes keep darting to the tall boy beside you

and yugyeom,,, seems to know when you’re glancing at him

because he meets your eyes every time

you don’t say anything in the moment,, you never do

but when you get home, you wish you had

you wish you had asked him what he’s doing with you

but that’s crazy,,, he’s not doing anything,,, you’re just drooling over him like a lovestruck preteen,,, right?

and though you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something different about yugyeom,,, you don’t think he's trying to keep you so entranced

and you want to get to know yugyeom... to prove to yourself that he’s not this magical being keeping you under a spell...

but every time you see him, your knees go weak

you can’t speak

all coherent thought flies out the window

youngjae notices... of course he does, he’s your closest friend

and he teases you about your ‘crush’ on yugyeom

but you can’t help thinking,,, it feels like more than a crush,, but that’s absurd,,, you barely know yugyeom

you tell youngjae about how there seems to be something about yugyeom you can’t quite figure out

he just shrugs, saying “he’s kind of a weird guy... but i think he likes you, too!”

“weird?”

“yah, don’t read into that- all my friends are weird”

you’re not really sure what to make of that

but youngjae is dead set on playing matchmaker for the two of you

dragging you to parties at bambam’s house where you’re bound to run into the boy who makes your head spin

shoving a drink into your hand and pushing you towards yugyeom from across the room and yelling “good luck!” in your ear

and you don’t actually see yugyeom... but it’s like your feet know where to go

and when you run into his shoulder and he spins around to look at you with wide eyes,,,, you’re suddenly very glad you have a drink in your hand

it keeps you from running your fingers through his hair and kissing his neck and collarbones... cause god, you want to

he smiles “ah, y/n... i didn’t know you were here”

you took a swig of your drink and motioned across the room “youngjae brought me”

“ah, i’ll have to thank him, then”

and that line was so cheesy that you forget the way he makes you feel for a second and look incredulously at him

only to find him blushing and cringing at himself

which... cute... and it brings back that tunnel vision

all you see and all you want to see is him

his hand brushes yours as he moves to grab a drink from the table behind you

it’s so cheesy... but you feel a spark shoot through your veins

you smile despite yourself and manage to say “don’t thank him, you’ll just be giving him ammunition”

“what do you mean?”

“he’s trying to set us up” you explain, your heart racing at the small crease between his eyebrows

he tilts his head a bit as he looks at you, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly “oh... really? that’s-”

and you wanted to hear what he said after that, but bambam burst between the two of you yelling about how he needed yugyeom for something, tearing him away from you

so you went back across the room to talk to youngjae and mark, sipping your drink and trying, trying, trying not to think about how yugyeom looked with his eyes narrowed...

he looked hot

and your brain keeps returning to that last unfinished sentence

does he like the idea of youngjae trying to set you two up? or does he hate it? adklhasdfnsldkjfasj

as you’re leaving the party, you turn to wave one last tipsy goodbye to everyone

and your eyes meet yugyeom’s

time stands still as he gives you a tight-lipped smile and a small wave

and the necklace he always wears... that beautiful pearl on a grey chain... seems to be glowing ever so slightly

...you’re just drunk

but still,,,, you can’t seem to stop staring at it

but then youngjae snaps you out of your daze by calling your name from the car

so you turn and leave, still feeling his eyes on you

one morning, you were about to pay for a coffee when a voice behind you ordered an iced americano

and when that person moved to stand beside you and pull out their card to pay,,, it was yugyeom

despite your best efforts, a blush spread over your face just from looking at him... you choose to blame it on the lack of coffee, but you know better than that

“you don’t have to pay for my drink”

he shrugs “i wanted to”

“...thank you”

he smiles brightly and then reaches over to take your drinks from the barista

and when you take it from his hand, you’re thinking you should turn and leave before you want to kiss him again

but yugyeom has other ideas “are you free right now?”

you nod, unable to lie to him

he smiles again and points to a two-person table in the corner “how’s that?”

and your heart is racing... you’ve never been alone with yugyeom before... what will you do without any distractions??

answer: you’ll forget to sip your drink because you’re transfixed by the way his hair falls over his eyes

or the way he covers his face when embarrassed

but strangely,,, you feel yourself growing more accustomed to him

that doesn’t mean you suddenly stop feeling like you’re under a spell around him, but... it’s easier to hold a conversation

it takes a while, but soon you’re laughing at some story he tells of him and bambam at the beach

and you’re giving him advice on how to deal with jinyoung nagging him to put on some sunscreen, for god’s sake

yugyeom, whining: i don’t even get sunburned... i just want to go in the water

and you’re kind of amazed... how does this boy spend so much time at the beach??

when you ask, he nonchalantly says that he really likes the beach, so he makes time for it

but also,,, his shoulders tensed a bit when you asked him that

so you change the subject, asking how exactly he manages to ‘make time’ when most days, you can’t even make time to watch a show before falling asleep

he laughs “oh, i cancel other things”

“like what?”

“like... today i was supposed to get a haircut, but i canceled that when i saw you here”

and you watch him try to play cool, turning his straw around his drink, but all his efforts do nothing to stop his cheeks turning pink

as for you- you’re too stunned to blush “really?”

he nods, bringing a hand up to hide his face and glancing at you through the cracks in his fingers

you can’t stop the smile spreading across your face, but you try to hide it by taking a sip of your drink

yugyeom sees it anyway... and he thinks it’s adorable

eventually, though, you have to leave to get on with your day

“thank you for the drink!” you say, pushing your chair in

“ah, it’s nothing”

and you really don’t want to leave him... every fiber of your being is screaming for you not to... but life goes on “well, i guess i’ll see you later?”

instead of answering, yugyeom rocks back on his heels nervously and says “um, how about tonight?”

you blinked, trying to process the question, and he continues “i go to the beach a lot late at night... do you want to come with me?”

and again you get that urge to pull him close so that your bodies are touching, so that you can run your fingers through his hair and he can let his hands go anywhere they please...

but you settle for nodding and saying the beach sounds lovely

which makes him smile ear-to-ear as he tells you he’ll meet you at pier 4

and when you walk outside to get to your day, you take a few deep breaths to clear your head, to get thoughts of yugyeom out of your head

but whereas before you were able to push thoughts of him to the side when you two were apart, now he’s all you can think about

the way his face lit up as a dog passed the coffeeshop window,,, the way his fingers drummed absentmindedly on the table

how much you would like to feel those fingers on your thighs,, on your waist,, in your hair

woAh ok y/n it’s time to pull yourself together

but still, you go through the day thinking about him... you can’t help it

especially not now, when you’re meeting him later... for a... date? is it a date?

you hope it’s a date

unaware he’s doing the exact same thing,,, he’s thinking about you,,, and how much he’d like to hold your hand and kiss you

that night, you head down to pier 4 and yugyeom is already there, waiting barefoot in the sand by the boardwalk

and you’re struck dumb for a minute because his skin is pearlescent in the moonlight... and speaking of pearls, the one around his neck reflects the subtle glow of the moon ever so perfectly...

holy shit he’s pretty

he waves when he sees you and you start to jog over to him, feeling a need to get closer to him as soon as possible

you take off your shoes, setting them beside his, and turn back to him

he smiles kinda awkwardly and says “um, should we walk?”

and that sounds like a great idea

and at first, it’s silent, neither of you really knowing what to say

but then he thanks you for going with him and you’re like oh!!! um i don’t mind at all!!

and not much happens... you talk about your days and the things you wish you could do and see

but you feel,,, nice

like you’ve gotten to know him a bit more

he’s not so alarming anymore,,, but you still think you should pull yourself together and stop drooling over him

and you think it’s adorable how he gets excited to see crabs scuffling along the sand

how he runs over and tries to pick one up

definitely gets pinched and runs back over to you to complain about the state of wildlife these days

he walks you back to the boardwalk and insists on sliding your sandals on for you, a blush coating his cheeks when he’s done

and he walks you back to your place, waving goodnight and smiling and asking if maybe.... you would want to do this again?

you definitely do

and he smiles even wider and says great- he’s always at pier 4 if you want to find him

you don’t have time for a few nights, but when you finally do, you run over to the pier

sure enough,, yugyeom’s standing just to the side of it

when he sees you, his face lights up

“ah, you came!”

“did you think i wouldn’t?”

“well, no...”

you roll your eyes and start walking down the shore, relishing the feeling of the water over your feet and of yugyeom’s eyes on you as he walks beside you

and again,,, it’s silent

but then you feel yugyeom’s hand brush yours

the way it always does

and maybe it’s just because you're finally getting used to him, but you feel a surge of confidence

so the next time his hand brushes yours, you clasp it in yours

yugyeom is shocked... but also very happy

giggling a bit, he shifts his fingers so that they’re intertwined with yours and starts to swing your hand a bit between you

“do you like the ocean, y/n?”

“i do... especially at night or really early in the morning”

even in the dark, you can see him smile “ah, you’re like me, then”

“do you come out here every night?”

“i try to, but it’s not always possible”

“why do you like the beach so much?”

he laughs “it’s complicated”

“...you can tell me”

he’s silent for a bit, kicking up sand with his feet

finally, he stops walking and turns to you “i’m worried... you’ll be afraid of me”

“why would i be afraid of you?”

“you aren’t now, but... weren’t you?”

and it’s true that he alarmed you,,,, but that’s just because you liked him,,,,,

“i was never... afraid of you”

but he doesn’t respond, instead just looking into your eyes

“yugyeom, what is it?”

he removes his hand from yours “...if you really want to know, then you’ll have to follow me”

and then he just... walks into the ocean

you’re standing on the shore watching in confusion as he gets about waist deep and then,,, disappears under the water

and he doesn’t come back up

“yugyeom!” you call, panic setting in

but then you see the silhouette of his face pop out of the water

“what are you doing?”

“you’ll have to come see for yourself!” he yells

and you,,,, well, you’re not wearing a swimsuit or anything, but you don’t really care

tunnel vision again... all you see is yugyeom

so you wade out, clumsily stepping through the water

but again... he’s disappeared under the waves

just as you start to call his name again, something tugs you under the waves

you clench your eyes in fear, your arms going to cover your head

but then you hear a voice... so clear through the water

“it’s just me”

you crack open your eyes and then they widen of their own accord when they take in the sight in front of you

it’s yugyeom,,, but his dark hair is swirling around his face, his arms and chest are covered in small gold veins,,,, and he has a tail

a deep purple tail

you gape, unable to think clearly

surely this is,,,, impossible?

but your eyes tell you otherwise

your lungs start to burn and you pull yourself to the surface, yugyeom emerging shortly after you

as you gasp for air and stare at him with wide eyes, he feels fear set in his stomach

“are you... afraid?”

“no!” you sputter “i’ve just... i’ve never met a mermaid before”

“ah, i’m not a mermaid”

you blink

“i’m a siren... it’s a little different”

siren,,, suddenly it feels like the last pieces of a puzzle are falling together

why you felt so out of control whenever you saw yugyeom,,, why you want, even now, to kiss him until you can’t speak

“is that- is that why i- wait, were you using some sort of power on me?”

“no! i promise”

“then why-”

“listen, y/n” and his cheeks turn deep red “i can only use my powers in water”

“but i-”

“i know. i felt it, too”

those words start a fire in your brain,, whatever thoughts yugyeom has had of you,,, you want to realize them all

“but... how?”

he takes your hand in his once more and pulls you a little closer “there’s this old siren expression... once you meet your soulmate, you can see no one else”

and he’s close, he’s so so close to you

so close you can feel his breath fanning over your face once more

“i never really believed in soulmates”

he snorts “did you ever believe in sirens?”

...fair point

but you don’t tell him so, instead choosing to do what you’ve been wanting to do for so long

you lean into him and he tilts his head and then your lips are on his and your hands are combing through his hair

and his kiss is gentle... so are his hands on your waist

but still,,, you’re breathless

and when you pull away, you feel like a load has been lifted off your mind

like,,,,, you can finally notice how pretty the moonlight looks reflected off the ocean instead of only seeing yugyeom

but for once,,, you don’t want to focus on anything but him

no distractions

“kiss me again” you say

he does, and he smiles into it

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