#i'm sad that i did not get a got7 song even once :-(

[just-some-random-blogger]

One Million In One Day | 10 (Final)

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Characters: GOT7 Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you. Word Count: <2k Warnings: Stalking, fighting, cursing, mentioning of illness, TYPOS, etc.

A/N: I literally said I was planning to finish this soon, but guess what HAHHAHAH THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN. I-- Anyway, to @tia-m94, @aquietkerfuffle SKSKSKS here it is. Also maybe actually listen to the song reader begged to play in this chappie lol

Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy was going to be playing in the club. Why? Because I crawled over to the DJ and wept, begging him to play it. Why I was emotional about it: yes. I was just- yes. Y'know?

Yes.

It was why Nari, at that point, had disowned me. Also Mark, he disowned me too... although I don't actually remember if he was with us at this time.

I did remember where Jinyoung was though. I squint and looked out in the crowd for him.

I was wearing a sparkly violet dress and killer pumps, as in they were killing my feet. I was warned not to remove them though by the sour man watching me, over there with a sweater on and skinny jeans. Who wears sweaters in a dance club?

I mean it's fine, he was kinda cute. Like hecka cute. 10/10 cute you know. Would ask him out.

I finally spot him from where he sat in one of the tables by the bar. I wave at him. He sees me and waves back. I wipe the tears from my face and thank the DJ for promising to play the song for me and make my way to the cute man in a plain-ass lumpy sweater.

"What did the DJ say?" Jinyoung asks me, standing up from the stool and helping me sit.

"Well, first of all, I told him my boyfriend was really mean because he told me I couldn't take these uncomfortable shoes off."

Jinyoung sighs, "I told you to wear sneakers so we wouldn't have this conversation, but you insisted on 'looking hot.'"

I am offended by the air quotes he says.

"I so too am hot, you worthless piece of-" but my face is suddenly in his hands and my lips are being peppered by kisses. He lightly brushes his lips on mine and wipes he side of it, "Ye, ye, I didn't mean it like that, and you know it, pabo. You're absolutely stunning most of the time."

I blink, most-of-the-time doesn't sit right with me, but I'm not really sure why... "I feel like I should still fight with you."

Jinyoung chuckles then raises his brows and points, "Isn't that your song?"

I take a moment and listen. I then promptly freak out and nod. I instantly grab Jinyoung by the hand and drag him out. Once he's on his feet, he scolds, "up, up, up, up, up. What did we talk about earlier?"

I whine, "What is it this time?"

Jinyoung looks me in the eye, "after this song we...?"

I groan, "we go home! Ugh, what a party pooper."

"Just making sure we're on the same page, baby girl."

I make a face and poke Jinyoung's belly, "oooh, am I your baby girl?"

He chuckles and hums. He pulls his hand away from mine to place his arm around my shoulders, "More like shit-faced, childish adult."

I give him a look, "let's break up."

"Ah," he boops my nose, "when you're not under the influence, m'kay? For now, let's dance."

And so dance we did, if you think of flailing your arms and shaking your rump was dancing. But of course it is though.

Jinyoung, as exasperated as he was, actually enjoyed dancing with me, I think. I mean he seemed to be enjoying himself. He had his hands clenched and his arms folded, shaking as if he held two maracas. And I, when I wasn't head banging, I was lovingly looking at him.

"I'm glad that you're my boyfriend."

Jinyoung didn't seem to hear me because he just continues doing his dad-ish dancey-dance. I was about to say it again, but then his eyes catch something and he point at the direction, "Isn't that Jackson?"

"Jackson?" I scrunch my nose, "Jackson who?"

"Jackson Wang, babe. You're sugar daddy."

I take a moment to think about what he said. Jinyoung looks at me and raises a brow. He chuckles, "you're so shitfaced. Jackson's the one who bought us tickets to the Olympics? Got me a job in Seoul? Got you a job in Seoul?"

I wipe my nose, "Well, I know Michael Jackson."

Jinyoung sighs, "come on, let's say hi. Your song's almost over."

The next thing I know, Jinyoung's grabbing my hand and leading me off to the side.

Jackson, who had seen us, wasn't actually with anyone tonight. Bambam actually owned the club, and he had yet to show up. He found the dancing spectacle pretty amusing but there was a this thing in his chest, like something was biting his heart.

Oh fuck, they're coming over.

Jinyoung calls out. Jackson looks over and pulls on a smile, "Aye, Park Jinyoung." They do a bro shake.

I turn to the man in shade and wonder why he's wearing shades indoors, so I ask, "why are you wearing shades indoors?"

Jinyoung sighs. Jackson's lips part in thought, "they look cool?"

The sweater man shakes his head, "she's shitfaced. She cried over this song and doesn't remember who you are. You know know how she gets when she's drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

Jackson clenches his fist, thinking, how do I still think she's cute when she doesn't remember me when she's drunk?

"Sure," Jinyoung says, turning to man sat alone in the booth, "you with anyone tonight, Seunie?"

I perk up, "Seunie's here?"

Jackson places his head in his hand and turns to Jinyoung, "I'm waiting for Bambam."

Jinyoung chuckles, "don't wait up."

Jackson laughs softly, "I'm giving him a few more minutes"

"That's what I said last time. Bam's excuse was so bad too."

"Stuck in traffic?"

"Stuck in traffic."

"Wait, where's Seunie?" I whine. Jinyoung looks at me and points, "there's your beloved Seunie."

Jackson freezes.

I turn to him and pout, "why are you wearing shades indoors?"

Jinyoung sighs. He takes my face in his hands and mouths slowly, "stay with Jackson. I need to pee."

"I don't need to pee though."

"Which is why you should stay with Jackson."

"But why?"

Jinyoung turns to Jackson and Jackson nods, "it's okay dude, I got it."

Jinyoung takes his leave.

Jackson moves closer, "so, Seunie?"

I turn to him and tilt my head, "Seunie?"

"He's your friend."

"He's my best friend. I love him."

Jackson clears his throat, "but you said you don't know who Jackson Wang is?"

"MmMmm, nope," I pop the p.

Jackson chuckles, "don't do that?"

"Do what?"

He takes a moment to respond. He mutters softly under his breath, "make me want to steal you away."

"Habudabibittiy-doo," I repeat his words.

Jackson sighs.

For a moment, I sit with shades guy in silence until he speaks up again, "He likes you a lot."

"Likes who?"

"You."

"Who likes me?"

"Jackson Wang."

I think for a moment, "Seunie?"

Jackson stills. He debates the consequences. He chuckles, knowing how bad these drunk episodes were. He clarifies the indifference in the question, "Yeah, I, Seunie, like you. So, so much."

"He said that?"

He nods, "he told me."

I blink and nod, "I like him too."

Jackson shakes his head. What a joke. He continues, "Jackson likes you in a way Jinyoung does, but sadder."

I pout my lips, "Sadder? I don't like it when Seunie is sad. He's sad because he misses his mom"

He pushes his shades up his forehead, "He's not sad about liking you like that. He's sad in a way he wants to be the one to bring you home when you're drunk and hold you when you sleep."

"He... felt like that?"

"He felt it when you went on dates, even though they were fake. He feels it until now."

I look at the man and see sadness in his eyes, "don't cry."

He gives a sad laugh, "I'm not sad, I'm happy for you. You glow when you're with him and he glows because of you. When we started hanging out with him, I thought he talked about you to grind my gears, but he just really loves you. I'm glad he does."

"Then why do you look like you're about to cry?"

"It still hurts."

"I'm back," Jinyoung suddenly said. He looks between us and says, "damn, you look like you're about to pass out, both of you."

Jackson clicks his tongue, "I'm tired of waiting from Bambam."

"Well, we're going home too. You need a ride?"

"Nah. I bought my car."

"Good. I really didn't feel like driving across the city for you."

Jackson rolls his eyes, chuckling, "same for you two."

"Not for her though, right? Anything for her," Jinyoung says, looking at Jackson with a smile, then to me, "come on, pabo." He turns around and gathers my arms. He bends down and pulls me up behind him.

"See you next week, Jackson," Jinyoung says. Jackson nods. They have a executive meeting tomorrow. Jinyoung was quickly rising above the ranks. As proud he felt, he felt a little jealous too. He really had not fault to him, huh?

He puts his shades back down and raises a glass, "I'll finish this one."

"Don't drink too much."

"Just the one."

He watches as Jinyoung walks away. He watches her nuzzle against him. He looks to his glass, "anything for her.

[love-hatred-stuff]

Pieces } Lim Jaebeom [got7]

genre: angst

warning(s): none actually, mentions of murder, heartbreak

word count: about 1.5k

note: so this is just a short oneshot that I wrote, it's kinda sad and doesn't have a happy end, inspired by this song:

Prehistory:

You and Jaebeom broke up a long time ago. No, actually it was only him that broke up with you and disappeared without any reason.

But the worst thing was that your last memories together were horrible. He was cold as ice to you and stopped showing affection to you completely about a week before you two separated your ways.

And one day he came to you with a sadistic smile and told you he wanted to break up. You weren't very sensitive about those things but it truly broke your heart. Of course you had loved him, you had thought he was the love of your life for quite a while before everything came out as a pure disaster.

What made you sad the most was that you thought he had loved you as well, but obviously you were wrong and had to find out the rough way.

You never forgot how he had looked down at you while you tried to find out what the reason was for this sudden break up. Because all he was responding was that he was dumping you. He asked you if you thought that you would be special and with that all your trust for him broke. So you immediately had made your way out of his apartment and left.

The love you both had shared was broken into pieces and he knew that, he just didn't wanted to realise that.

And eventually, you never saw each other again.

But until this day you ask yourself what the actual reason was or if he really had lost all his feelings for you in a matter of six days. You found it hard to believe but continued to live your own life, without him in it.

It had needed a while until you were pretty persuaded that it was better this way, for the both of you.

~

Your relationship didn't exactly start on good terms. Because you were born into a mafia family and everyone except you were deep into this illicit business. That's also basically how you met him.

He had to kill one of your brothers but didn't in the end because he started to have feelings for you after awhile.

Skipping a few months, Jeobeom and you started dating. It never was easy with him, because he had kind of a broken character. He never learned how to give or receive love. You were the one that had thaught him everything he knew about affection.

~

Jaebeom's POV

present

I was finally back in her town and it gave me chills that rolled down my spine.

Never had I ever experienced something so intense like I did with Y/N and breaking her heart the way I did was the most cruel thing I had ever done in my life.

Not just that, it was really stupid of me.

I left her because she would be safer without me by her side. But I figured now that it didn't made any difference. We were always in danger, no matter if we're together or not.

And I want her back, badly. Since the day I broke her heart.

My heart hurts since the time we've been taking separated ways too.

I know that the chanve is low for her to forgive me, but I can't live without her in my life any longer. It's a wonder that I have made it until this day.

~

I was in the same apartment that I had been living in when I got the job to kill one of Y/N's brothers.

I never finished this mission because it just felt wrong to do that while I was loving the sister of his.

My plan was to visit her that day to apologise for all of my mistakes.

•••

I was standing in front her door taking a deep breath while asking myself if I really should do this.

But I had to, I loved her.

She thought me how to love and I had left her, alone, all by herself.

I hated myself for that. At least as much as she must hate me.

Now she deserved at least an excuse from me.

Suddenly I heard a female laughing from inside the apartment and frowned when it was followed by a male chuckling.

I didn't thaught about that until this moment. What if she's not alone anymore?

This thought scared me. What would I do if I couldn't win her back?

My eyes got teary without even having to see her face.

God, I was so broken.

I compelled myself to knock finally and waited for someone to open up.

It needed a few seconds before the door slowly swung open and revealed the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

I could see how her whole body tensed and her eyes slightly widened in shock.

I sensed, it wasn't a good kind of shock.

She doesn't want to see me.

Y/N breathed out to calm down and opened her mouth to say something.

"Jaebeom? What do want here?" Her voice was monotone and sounded like she really didn't want me here.

"I- Needed to see you." Was all I could press out, before looking down to the floor.

Afraid to encounter her stern gaze full of hate.

"We didn't see each other for a year. What makes you wanna see me now?" She asked, probably getting angry inside.

"I don't know. I think I miss you, Y/N." I guilty looked in her eyes.

She snorted out shortly and gave me a questionable look.

"You don't have the right to miss me, Jaebeom."

"I know, but I do anyways. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm here to say sorry." I explained while trying to figure out what she thought at that moment.

"Should I congratulate you for having the courage to appear after a year? No, sorry, I don't need your excuse. You made everything clear the day you ended our relationship." She stated and kept a cold look on her perfect face.

A tear slipt out of my eye while trying my best to not break down into pieces again.

"I'm deeply sorry for everything I said that night. Everything I told you was bullshit. I didn't want to dump you, I wanted to protect you. And you were special to me Y/N, the most important person in my life. I need to talk to you, please." I begged and grasped her hand.

"You broke my heart that day. You broke our love and everything we had in pieces, Jaebeom. Nothing will ever change that. I accepted that and am over you. You should move on as well. It's for the best."

I grabbed her hand tighter, not wanting to let go, as the tears started streaming down my cheeks.

"No Y/N, I love you. And only you." I confessed.

But then something disturbed us.

"Y/N, is everything all right?" A man asked from behind, causing her to take her hand from mine and turning her head to look at him.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I will come back soon." She assured him with a calming smile.

That smile that I wished she would give me some day again. Just once, once and I wouldn't complain anymore.

The man nodded and disappeared again.

"Who is that?" I wanted to know.

What if he was more than just a friend?

"He is my fiancè, if you really wanna know." She turned back to me.

I gulped in pain, feeling how my heart wrenched inside my chest.

"I said that I was over you, Jaebeom. You had your chance long ago and made me feel like I was worth absolutely nothing. But he made me feel worth the world. I'm sorry you have to find this out now. But I think you should go."

I never cried, but now I couldn't help. Now I knew how it was to feel your haert break into a million pieces.

"Goodbye, Jaebeom. Take care." She shoved me back a bit so she could close the door behind her.

I just stood there, frozen in my movements.

Everything I could do was cry.

I didn't felt capable of doing anything else in this moment.

  ●  ●

•Jaebeom•

♫"I'll be falling down,

You be watching by side,

I just need you in my life"

"Clouds keep turning black,

Baby, please just call me back,

You keep living in my mind,

Feel your soul inside"

"Falling into pieces, I'm so alone"♫

●  ●

•Y/N•

"The sadest part about falling out of love with you was that I remember how much I loved you.

I remember every single breathless, heartstopping, joy filled moment with you, and you ruined it.

I wish I could remember you fondly but you broke me so many times that I can't remember how to."

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The last words were copies and are not my original lines

The pictures that I used for this cover are not mine, all credits to the owners

[laromurl]

Sick Days

[Part Three in Series]

Kang Younghyun (Brian, Young K)

Cute/fluff

A/N: this was suppose to be part three but I accidentally posted it before part two and I'm too lazy to change it. I know it's just one word but oh well... Hahaha good you guys like it 😄

My nose was so stuffy and runny I was always getting up to clear my nose. My headache was worse and when I coughed, I felt like my vocal chords were gonna fly out at some point. I had a pulsing pain in the top of the brigde of my nose and my ears felt like there was something in them. I was sick to say the least and weak. I hated it more than anything because both Day6 and Got7 had projects coming up and I was leaving all the work to JB and Younghyun.

"God, they probably hate me." I groaned in sniffles as I made my way to my small kitchen. The buzzing of the five heaters followed me to the sink. I had been trying to sweat the virus out for the past few days but it didn't seem to be working.

I put some water on to boil as I cleared my nose and grabbed some hand lotion from beside the sink. My nose had become so dried from the constant tissue that I needed do moisturize it a lot. I leaned back against the counter, feeling a little faint and regretting denying Wonpil's offer to spend the night so he could help me. I felt bad making him stay but I really needed someone at the moment. I was too weak to get up and make myself food or get my medicine.

The door suddenly rang, causing me to jump from my snoozing off. Oh god, that would have been dangerous.

"Going." I hoarsly called out as I made my way to the door. I was in my long BTS' Tata pijamas with matching Chim Chim slippers, my hair was in a really messy bun with portions of strands definitely not being held up, and my glasses with spluttered with water and sweat. I looked like a mess, not even a hot mess, just a mess but I was tired and I wasn't expecting anyone although I secretly hoped it was Wonpil or Jae with food.

I opened the door. I only looked at Younghyun for a split second. His smile growing before I shut the door. Panic and embarrassment kicked in as he knocked again. "Hey! Let me in! I brought food and medicine!"

"Ah Younghyun hold on!" I called back depsite the pain in my throat. I'm a mess! Quickily I ran to my guest bathroom and fixed my hair, spraying water on my face to look less like a mess.

"Come on, I can't wait forever!" He called.

I took my glasses off and made my way towards him. "Ah going going." I sputtered as I opened the door. He smiled down at me before giving me a confused smirk. "You didn't have to fix yourself for me." He teased walking in and slipping out of his shoes.

"Ah shut up, I would have done it if it was the other boys too." I retorted before coughing my lungs out into my shirt.

"Hey, hey come here." He grabbed my arm as he pulled me closer and dropped the bag on the counter. "Younghyun I'm okay." I smiled.

"You're dying and you refused to have Wonpil help. So now I have to be here." That sounded a little rude considering I didn't ask him to be here.

"Ah no." I pulled away from him as the water on my stove began to boil. "I didn't ask you to come Younghyun." My voice was hoarse from both sickness and a bit of sadness. I didn't want him to he there if he felt like it was a chore. "You can leave if you want." I murmured turning away from him and grabbing a mug to make my tea. I really wanted do cry. I was sick and a few days from my period, I was sensitive to practically everything at the moment.

The steam from the boiled water hit my nose right in the spot. It honestly felt so good to my face.

"Someone has to take care of you. Wonpil went to help Sungjin with the songs and Jae went to Dowoon's to practice some more." Younghyun said.

"Wait, aren't you suppose to be working on the songs? I'll be okay if you really need to be somewhere else." I quickly let him know, depsite the fact that I was growing exhausted and heavy. These few minutes of interaction had taken a lot out of me. I turned to him but it must have been too quick because dizziness suddnely flooded my head.

"Woah." I held onto the counter as my legs began to give out on me. Nausea took over and I found myself faint.

"Woah!" Younghyun grabbed me before I completely hit the ground and picked me up into his arms. I turned away from him just in case as he carried me to the living room. "You'll be okay. I'll take care of you." He whispered as he placed me on the couch. I didn't fight it. I was honestly so sick at this point.

He dissapeared for a few minutes and I grabbed the controller, turning on the TV to Netflix. I put on the first show on my 'continue to watch' list just for the ambiance. I needed some noise or this lone time with Younghyun would kill me.

I heard Younghyun rustle about the kitchen and my room before he showed up with a blanket over his arm, the bag of food he brought, and my tea.

I sat up slightly, leaning against the arm of the sofa as I grabbed the mug. He placed the food beside my computer and took his coat off before starting to unpack things from the bag. All these he did in silence and I found myself staring at him. Everything was about a him was beautiful, specially focus in his face as he read the labels of the pill bottle. He mumbled the side effects to himself and narrowed his eyebrows after 'trouble sleeping'.

"Maybe I should buy a different brand." He said turning to me, but I shook my head. "No. It's alright, I can't sleep anyways." I told him.

He stood up abruptly from his seat and moved to my side, the back of his hand already against my forehead. "That's because you have a fever. Aish! You have so many heaters on." He walked up to the heater in the living room and unplugged it.

"Wait, Younghyun I'm trying to sweat out the cold." I whined as he went around the apartment unplugging the rest.

He returned to my side, kneeling down and grabbing the pills. "Let me worry about you, okay. Once the fever is gone, we can take care of the cold, but the fever is what made you nauseas." He looked so sure that I didn't argue back but grimaced and took the pills.

"You sound just like my mom." I puffed.

He smiled softly pulling the blanket up to my waist and tucking in the sides around my feet. "Your mom sounds like a smart woman. I should meet her one day."

I almost choked on the hot tea as I coughed into my shirt. Meeting the parents wasn't something friends did. The light coughing turning into my throat almost tearing itself apart and Younghyun freaking out from the raspy hoarse noise that came out of my mouth. "Maybe I should take you to the doctors!" He already had his coat on and. My keys in one hand but I placed the mug on the coffee table and shook my head.

"Younghyun it's okay... I-I'm okay." My voice came out hoarse.

"That doesn't sound okay. You can barely even talk." He really did seem worried.

"Please Younghyun." My voice couldn't go higher than a whisper. "I-I'll be okay. Just lay down with me." I whined softly, holding my hands up from him to come hug me or something.

For the first few seconds, his eyes widened and he drooped my keys on the ground. It took me a few seconds to realize why he was so surprised. I had just told him to lay down with me and although every cell in my body was burning in embarrassment I didn't back down unless he told me no. With a low sigh, his eyes softened and he smiled gently. "You're going to be the death of me." He whispered taking his coat off again and throwing it on the small loveseat.

He, then, grabbed a pillow and layed it against the sofa arm beside me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. He layed down first grabbing the blanket and covering himself before opening his arms to show me where i would lay. "Come on, some body heat well be good for you."

His words were enough to send my heart in a frenzy and for some reason that caused my headache to grow. Ugh feeling sick and in love was honestly the worst. I slipped in, snuggling against his chest as he wrapped his hands around my waist. My shirt lifted up a bit and he pressed his hand down, coming in contact with my skin. It sent a shiver down my spine as I grabbed his shirt and I was engulfed in his sweet apricot scent and warmth. Already I could feel myself getting better and I didn't want to leave his side at all.

When he started rubbing my back up and down, I felt the sleepiness cave in me. "Younghyun, I'm tired." I whispered, snuggling against his chest a little more. He responded by tangling his legs with mine and pulling me closer to his body to the point where I can practically hear his heart beat beginning to pick up. "Sleep." He began to him his song I Will Wait and slowly I began to doze off. His soft voice and the heat radiating from his body were honestly the perfect lulluby.