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— pjs. Temperamental Love

The Confession Chronicles

park jongseong x reader | wc: 2,843 | english | fluff |

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling | listen to the 1975 <3

🖇️. first encounter

jay impatiently taps his feet somewhat along to the music being played in the background.

he knew it was a mistake choosing to get his coffee, on his own, in the cafe nearest to his office building, which happened to be a favorite to the public thus him having to wait for long.

usually he has his secretary do this but it’s been weeks since his last one left, and finally, the company managed to find someone who could keep up with his temperament.

“jjp!”

“fucking finally”, he mutters to himself as he quickly walks toward the counter.

just as he was about to approach, a girl in front of him abruptly turns, slamming her hot coffee onto jay. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, ignoring the loud gasp and string of “i’m sorrys” from her.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry sir! i-i can pay for your dry cleaning! a-and p-pay for your order!”

jay just gives her a deadly glare before walking past her, harshly bumping her shoulder in the process. he hears a scoff from the girl, but he doesn’t turn. “geez, i’m sorry for trying to be a decent person, asshole!” jay couldn’t care less about the looks they were getting. all he wanted to do was get his coffee, and get back to  running his company.

and so he turns to the girl, coffee in his hand, “and I’m sorry”, he smiles at her just before quickly giving her a blank stare, “now get out of my way, klutz.” as he was going out he could hear the girl prove her very atrocious vocabulary. but again, he couldn’t care less. he had more important matters to handle rather than some girl he was rude to.

unnecessary, but he wasn't in much of a mood.

and just as he knew, he walks into a room filled with stacked papers on his desk, waiting to be reviewed and approved by him. he turns on his laptop and comes face to face with unread emails going on to the next few pages of the system. then as if by cut, the phone rings. he hits the speaker button, “mister park, miss y/n has arrived, should i let her in the office?” jay just hums an approval before he cuts the line.

jay turns his chair, making it’s back face the door just as it opens. not for the dramatic effect, but rather, to get his new secretary’s file. his breath hitches as he sees the picture attached to the document. he scoffs in disbelief.

“hello mister park, I am y/fn, your secretary.”

he chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he recognizes the voice. he quickly returns his stark look before abruptly turning his seat. jay grits his teeth, forcing himself not to smirk as the girl shouts out an “oh fuck!” in shock before shaking her head, remembering the setup.

“i-i’m sorry sir…may i just ask w-what i should do f-first.” y/n stares out the large ceiling to floor window behind jay, trying to avoid his gaze. she gulps as she hears a sigh from the guy.

it was quiet for almost a minute before he finally spoke.

“first…i need you to fix that mouth of yours as well as your attire miss y/n, let’s be professional. second, I need  you to pick up my dry-cleaning, as you can see, i myself am having quite a problem with my attire.” he haughtily says, all without looking up from the document he was currently reading.

y/n takes a deep breath. ‘he may be an asshole, but he’s still your boss, be professional!’ she scolds herself.

“this is all noted sir.” she forces a smile to which jay nods at, still, without looking up. “the rest of your tasks for the day can be found on your desk and desktop. you’re dismissed.”

just as y/n was about to leave jay speaks up.

“oh and before that miss y/n.”

y/n turns back and sees him with a small smile on his face.

“could you get me coffee? there’s a cafe just nearby, i believe you know where it is.” he says smugly.

“yes, sir.”

🖇️. the realization

three years

it’s been three years since their first encounter, meaning three years of y/n having to tolerate jay’s temperament on top of her secretarial duties. over those three years she learned how to be more patient around the guy. she’s run enough personal errands for her to get to know jay from his coffee orders and schedules, to his pet peeves, including the people who contribute to such pet peeves.

she knocks on the ceo’s door before heading in, and yes, she learned she doesn’t have to wait for jay to answer as most of the time he hums out his approvals. y/n’s nose twitches as she walks into a whiskey scented room. there she sees jay pouring himself a glass, most likely a refill while staring out the window.

“all documents have been uploaded into the system, and i sent out all the emails for those with pending revisions. i double checked and you’re booked with back to back meetings with the project investors and the company’s board for tomorrow. i will be taking my leave now, sir.” she nods before turning to leave, not being affected by the guy’s lack of attention, or rather, decency to look at her and respond.

three years have passed, and yet, she couldn’t understand his attitude, but she didn’t mind.

“no you will not.” she hears him say. she glances at one of the room’s clocks before turning to jay who was now gathering papers on his desk, walking toward her. “as much as i understand the joys of heading home after a hard day’s work, we unfortunately have a new deadline set for tonight.” he breathes out as he hands y/n the papers.

given how big the company was, the workload was definitely as heavy loaded. the sky was already dark, but y/n knew that if she left, she might put the project, even her job, at risk.

she gives jay a smile and a nod before heading back to her desk.

unbeknownst to her, jay noticed her expression falter when he informed her of the night’s overtime work. “no plans for tonight?” y/n turns to jay in confusion, the guy equally as shocked at his casualness.

“uhm, not really sir…just catching a commute home is all.” she gives him a small smile. jay’s mouth forms an ‘o’ as he nods. he opens his mouth to offer the girl a ride home, but he’s quick to realize that he might be overstepping his boundaries.

“you may leave…to work that is.” he adds to which y/n smiles at before leaving.

three years since jay’s met y/n, and for three years jay’s learned to control his temper and arrogance, well, mostly around her. for three years, jay learned that y/n will always talk to him with a smile, and although he knew that she was just being polite, he found it to, literally, be the brightest part of his busy days as ceo.

he also learned more about y/n’s favorite music. he remembers hearing her singing to the 1975’s whole discography one time they were working late. he also remembers singing along himself.

so when he hears a familiar tune playing from outside his office, a small smile forms on his face.

“she had a face straight outta magazine.” he starts singing.

“god only knows but you'll never leave her.” jay looks up and sees y/n outside, glasses on and hair up in a messy bun. He watches as y/n picks up her water bottle, using it as a makeshift mic as she sings the rest of the song.

“and when she gets his gun he's begging, "babe, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay."”

he laughs to himself as y/n sings out the chorus. without realizing, a smile forms on his face as he hears her through the glass between them. the window was one-way, so he could see her without her seeing him, the glass, though, was not soundproof.

jay laughs out loud at a little voice crack, but that doesn’t stop her from singing.

he didn’t realize he’s been watching her for long until he heard a ping from his laptop. it was an email from y/n about the documents, a reminder about work, and how their relationship was strictly just co-workers.

a follow-up email from y/n arrived with the same subject with “DISREGARD LAST EMAIL SENT” attached at the end. jay three years ago would have immediately deleted the last email, but as said, the three years he’s been with y/n made him a little lose with himself.

and so he opens it, but instead of the document attached, a picture of a the 1975 concert ticketing details was attached. jay looks up to see a stressed out y/n who was slapping her cheeks, trying to get herself to focus.

for a moment, jay thought she looked pretty, but the thought quickly went away as he opened the follow-up email.

it was finally ten minutes to midnight when the pair finally finished. as jay stands to stretch, y/n walks in, glasses off and hair fixed back. “everything has been completed sir, and the schedules for tomorrow stay as is…”

y/n unknowingly trails off as she watches jay move his neck from side to side, veins showing. the rolled up sleeves to his polo and slightly messed up hair didn’t help either.

for three years y/n knew jay. she also knew that besides being known for his success and temperament, he was known for his good looks. what amazed her was the fact that the guy was single since birth with his looks and background. apparently work took over and was the center of his life.

“y/n? All good there?” the girl blinks as she hears her name. It was the first time he addressed her without honorifics. “o-oh yeah, just kinda tired….b-but glad we finished the job.”  she adds.

jay chuckles, she swore she felt her heart skip a beat.

“well in that case, let’s head home.” he says as he tosses her his car keys. y/n was taken aback by the ceo who was now walking out of his office.

“s-sir, i--”

“i drank, i can’t drive. you know where I park.” he smiles as he walks into the elevator. when the doors shut y/n punches the air in frustration.

“three years and still an asshole!”

and so there they were driving along the highway in silence, the radio being the only source of noise. what else was there to talk about with your boss outside of work?

y/n stifles a yelp as she hears “somebody else” play on the radio. she shakes her head, remembering that she was just her boss’s driver for the night. to her surprise, jay turns up the volume.

“the song’s nice…now, what’s your address?” he asks as he starts pressing on the navigation screen. “sir, i live opposite your place. i can just book a ride from your area--”

“and it would make me…let’s say…an asshole, if i let you go home on your own this late at night.” thankfully y/n was driving and kept her eyes on the road so she wouldn’t see jay’s gaze on her.

they finally arrive in front of her apartment complex. “wait! It’s okay, i can help myself!”  y/n says as she sees him move to get out of the car. “and who do you expect to drive me from your place to mine?” he laughs. y/n blushed in embarrassment.

as y/n was about to make a dash for the doors, jay honks his horn, his windows rolled down.

“you can come in late tomorrow, i’ll push back some schedules myself!”

he drives off without an answer, but does hope she heard him.

it was late, and yet, jay found himself stuck in traffic on the way home. he turns up the volume as he hears the 1975’s discography still being played on the radio.

he suddenly remembers the ticketing details y/n accidentally sent him.

jay had to admit that within the three years they’ve known each other, there were times he found himself smiling at even the smallest of her actions. it amazed him that she was patient enough with him despite their less than decent first encounter.

it was a long shot, but he wanted to try, and so he dials a number.

“hey jake, can i ask you a favor?”

🖇️. the confession

getting the tickets was easy, handing them over to y/n, not so much.

the day he was about to give it to her while inserted in between a bunch of documents, he learned she’d secured a ticket of her own.

and so there he was, seated inside the arena with an empty chair beside him.

“mister park?!”

His eyes widen as he hears a familiar voice. “Well, I did say their songs were nice.” Although he stayed cool and composed, he felt a funny feeling in his stomach as Y/n sat on the seat beside the empty one.

his eyes widen as he hears a familiar voice. “well, i did say their songs were nice.” although he stayed cool and composed, he felt a funny feeling in his stomach as y/n sat on the seat beside the empty one.

y/n didn’t know how to feel. awkward because she was about to watch her favorite band’s concert with her boss? but what she knew was she definitely felt something seeing him dressed up in a cream sweater, rolled up to his elbows, and black slacks paired with sneakers. she also had to admit that just the scent of his strong perfume made her heart race.

“so, who are you with sir?”

“you can just call me jay.” he smiles. ‘damn that smile again.’ y/n feels her cheeks heat up, luckily the arena was dark so he couldn’t see her. “then, who are you with tonight jay.”

“a friend….who i think blew me off, he isn’t responding to any of my texts.” after learning about y/n securing her tickets, he immediately came up with a list of reasons in any case they saw each other at the concert, and coincidentally, they were seated next to each other.

jay chuckles as he notices y/n’s stiffness. “sorry about the sudden casualty, you must be really surprised.” he scratches the back of his neck. y/n was definitely more than shocked, but she just flashes him a smile. “i am….but hey, we’re just here to enjoy.” she lightly punches his shoulder.

she gasps as she realizes what she’s done, but her embarrassment goes away as jay lightly punches her shoulder back. “what? i can have fun too…you can have fun around me too.”

as the lights dim signaling the start of the concert, y/n feels something she’s never felt before in all three years she’s been stuck with jay.

comfort

y/n was surprised to hear jay singing along to all the band’s songs, which added to a list of things she liked about him. a list she apparently started right then and there.

just then, “robbers” starts to play.

the band invites the audience to stand, and just like the songs before, jay sings along. he finds himself looking over at y/n as he sings the lines. he may have only recently memorized the band’s songs on top of work, but he can confidently say he’s got the lyrics to this particular song down. and why was that?

for three years jay’s been robbing away y/n’s time and energy because of his ways. it was finally time for him to shoot or else he’ll never know. of course it was still a long shot, he knows that just being a boss to y/n was hard enough, what more something beyond that.

they finally sit down after the song, and to his surprise, y/n takes the empty seat beside him.

“looks like your friend bailed on you. but hey, we can still enjoy together.”

and with that, jay gained confidence to do what he was about to do next.

he gently takes y/n’s hands in his as “fallingforyou” plays.  y/n looks from their hands to him.

jay takes a deep breath, “i know this is definitely way above your pay grade…but as the 1975 says, if you never shoot, you’ll never know…and i think i’m falling for you.” he smiles.

he gulps, feeling nervous as y/n turns back to the band. jay was about to let go and apologize, but y/n tightens her grip on his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“and on this night and in this light. i think i'm falling, i'm falling for you.” she sings with a smile plastered on her face.

and that was enough for him to know.

“i'll take it one day at a time. soon you will be mine.”

by. atchi 🚬

[daintydoie]

right where you left me

pairing: im jaebeom × park jinyoung (got7/jjp)

wc: 10.3k || 4/4 chapters

tags: post-break up, exes, friends to lovers, past relationship(s), flashbacks, fluff and angst

language: english

excerpt from chapter 1

The sun reaches its highest point on this chilly Saturday afternoon. Although there aren’t an overwhelming number of cars today, Jinyoung makes an effort to leave his house earlier than usual. He hasn’t seen his family in around 4 months due to his incredibly busy job, and him and his sisters made a bet on who could get to their parents’ house first. With an overnight bag in the passenger seat and his hands on the steering wheel, Jinyoung drives through the high rise buildings and billboards.

He reaches the main bridge that connects the city to the small towns in the countryside. It’s been a while since he passed this bridge, fewer cars here than he expected. After a couple more minutes, he sees his old hometown.

Although Jinyoung came to visit many times before, his hometown still gives off a timeless feel. The grass green and well kept, the simple rustic style of the houses, the neighbourhood children biking with their friends outside. It seemed like most of it stayed the same, minus the residents perhaps. Jinyoung drives past the other houses, as if he was in his school bus coming back home. He finds a house with a dark brown exterior and parks in front of it. Even though his parents are planning to have it repainted, he’ll miss the old brown wood color of their house. He takes his bag from the passenger seat and exits the car. The path leading to the door has small weeds, and his mother’s outdoor plants still look very much alive. He lifts his hand to ring the doorbell, but he hears someone opening the front door.

“The dishwasher has finally arrived!” His oldest sister, Minyoung, answers the door. Jinyoung looks at her, confused. While leaving his shoes near the doorway, he sees his other sister, Hwayoung, in the middle of eating lunch. “Huh? Since when did both of you get here?” “Half an hour ago.” Hwayoung answers while moving to the side and patting the seat next to her. “You guys left earlier, didn’t you?” He puts his bag down. “We left at noon, you’re just salty that you lost the bet!” Minyoung sticks her tongue at him while walking back to the dining table.

“Jinyoung, my son!” His mother gives him a warm hug and kisses his cheek. “I hope the dishes aren’t too much for you.” “Don’t worry mom, I’ll wash them all.” He side eyes his sisters, snickering while shoving kimchi rice in their mouths. “Jinyoung!” His dad calls him over. “Sit down and eat before Minyoung and Hwayoung finish it all.” Jinyoung hangs his coat and sits next to Hwayoung at the table. His mother hands him a bowl of kimchi stew and puts bulgogi on his plate. He takes a spoonful of the stew, still tastes the same even after so long, like the times he requested his mother to make it while he does his homework.

While he catches up with the rest of his family, they hear the doorbell ring. His mom stands up and goes to answer the door. “Oh, Mrs. Im!” The siblings look to the door. “Oh! I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” “No, don’t worry!” The rest of the family politely greet Mrs. Im. “Nice to know the kids came to visit. Um, could I ask for some extra ingredients? I’ll pay you back after today.” “Yes, of course! What do you need?” “Just some tofu. My son decided to surprise me with a visit today!”

Jinyoung suddenly stops eating. Jaebeom’s back? Why would he be back?

Minyoung and Hwayoung notice, and they look at their little brother worryingly. Hwayoung gently places her hand on Jinyoung’s shoulder to try and comfort him.

“Jaebeom? Isn’t he supposed to be in America?” “That’s what I thought too! When I saw him at the doorstep, I told him: What are you doing here?!” Mrs. Im laughs at her own story. “Turns out they gave him a week off, and he flew all the way here! He’s staying at some hotel but he dropped by earlier. He’ll come back here again since I’m preparing dinner for him.”

Jinyoung stands up from the table and goes to the fridge to look for tofu. He finds it and gives it to Mrs. Im. “Oh, thank you Jinyoung!” She takes it from him. “Wow! You look so mature! And so do Minyoung and Hwayoung!” She turns to his mother. “You raised such diligent adults.” His mother proudly smiles at her children. “Oh, Jinyoung! Jaebeom is just walking around in this area, do you want me to call him and tell him you’re here too?”

“Oh no, you don’t have to.” Jinyoung hesitates a bit with his answer. “I’ll just find him and surprise him myself.”

They wave Mrs. Im goodbye and return to the table. Minyoung and Hwayoung give each other a look, surprised with Jinyoung’s answer. They say nothing and continue eating, occasionally glancing at their brother.

continue reading!

[imsarabum]

Tomorrow, Today // Im Jaebum + Park Jinyoung

Pairing: Jaebum x Jinyoung

Genre: Fluff, Oneshot

Summary; {Based on JJProjects upcoming title-track and concept images}, Jaebum and Jinyoung escape to the country-side together; reflecting on their lives, and their feelings for each other.

No sooner had Jaebum revved the engine of his pick-up truck that had certainly seen better days, both he and Jinyoung could already feel the foreign sensation of freedom.

They knew they had to get away; to drive as far as they could from their hectic lives and escape to a place where they could be alone together. Far from the eyes of their peers and enemies alike; just the two of them, the way they always longed for it to be but could never show it properly. Even if it was just for a few hours, the two men could happily sink into the worn down seats of the truck – knowing that if only for a while, they could just be who they were, with each other.

Neither of them reached to turn on the radio. The rattling hum from the engine and the gentle ambience from the dark 4am roads seemed more than comforting. As Jaebum focused on the almost mountainous terrain of the roads – forever declining and inclining along their journey, Jinyoung found himself barely able to remove his stare from his lovers face as he sat in the passenger’s seat. The same face he had known for over five years – the only face he wanted to see day after day. The face that belonged to a man of few silent, mumbled words; but Jinyoung would have had him no other way than the person he was, and the person he had grown into.

“Jinyoung?” Jaebum’s hushed voice filled the silence, as gentle as rose petals falling to the ground.

“Hm?” Jinyoung blinked thrice, shaking himself from an almost hypnotic stare as he raised his eyebrows.

“You’re doing it again”

Both men chuckled, with Jinyoung knowing that Jaebum knew he had been staring at him for the longest time. Jinyoung lowered his eyes to his lap, feeling red-cheeked and rosy eared at being caught once again for admiring the one thing he loved so fiercely in the world.

“…I didn’t say you should stop” Jaebum teased, once again making Jinyoung grin like a Cheshire cat. “I like it when you stare at me” he added, flicking his eyes over to Jinyoung momentarily – so coy and delicate in his demeanour that only added to the list of reasons Jinyoung could never resist him.

“Really? Well, how come I never catch you staring at me?” Jinyoung tilted his head rather playfully, watching a smirk unfold on Jaebum’s face.

“Oh – I do stare. But it’s usually whenever you’re not aware. Like when you’re sleeping – or when you’re so engrossed in your work that you wouldn’t notice if I walked in with no clothes on and began dancing” Jaebum said as soberly as a judge – which just made it even more comical to Jinyoung at the mere thought of it alone.

“…you stare at me when I’m sleeping? You’re not some kind of freak are you?” Jinyoung reached over to tuck a stray piece of Jaebum’s shaggy hair behind his ear, doting on the many earrings that he frequently donned.

“If I am, I’m the kind of freak you like”

Once again, Jinyoung found himself smiling as if tomorrow didn’t exist – feeling as if a hoard of butterflies had been set free inside his stomach. “You always know what to say, you always know how to make me smile, even when we’re both feeling the burdens of our lives so intensely” he thought silently, to himself.

The rest of the journey was spent in silence. Even when they reached their destination of a small, remote lakeside; both men never uttered a word as Jaebum pulled up the handbrake and switched the engine off. Itching to stretch his legs, Jinyoung opened the truck door and let his lungs fill themselves with the natural air of the country-side. Intrigued, Jaebum watched him from behind the wheel of the truck, noticing how ethereal Jinyoung looked in his white shirt and blue jeans with the tall trees and lake in the backdrop that surrounded them both.

“What is it about you that keeps me here?” Jaebum wondered to himself as Jinyoung reached his arms up to stretch, allowing Jaebum a familiar view of the bottom of his stomach as his shirt rode up ever-so-slightly. Shortly after meeting Jinyoung all those years ago, Jaebum knew that a life without Jinyoung would be a life that wasn’t worth anything to him. And the fact that he still thought that meant more than a million words Jaebum could ever use to describe his true feelings.

Jaebum quickly hopped out of the driver’s seat, taking a moment to admire the serenity of the lake in front of him before pulling himself up and sitting down in the back-space of his beaten up pick-up truck. He sat with his back against the window, before looking down at his watch to see that the time now read 6:40am.

“Jinyoung, come here” he called out, knowing that they had precious little time to spend together.

“You look pretty comfortable there” Jinyoung walked towards the truck, seeing Jaebum sitting there with a space between his thighs that was perfectly fit for only one person.

“I could try convincing you…or you could come and see for yourself~” Jaebum patted the bottom of his stomach – his voice being a mixture of playful and serious as Jinyoung rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself gingerly. Without a moment’s thought, Jinyoung threw his leg over the edge of the truck and climbed in beside Jaebum – nestling himself between the elder’s legs; being able to feel the warm, soft firmness of Jaebum’s chest as Jinyoung rested his back against it.

“Put your head back~” Jaebum whispered whilst he simultaneously snaked both his arms around Jinyoung’s mid-drift, enveloping him in an unperturbed, cosy embrace with the early morning sky above them both. Jinyoung let his head fall back into the crook of Jaebum’s neck – their eyes meeting and locking like a bulls-eye target.

“I…I’m glad we came here. I think…I think it’s what we both needed” Jinyoung spoke softly; placing a gentle grip around Jaebum’s wrist as he felt his lovers lips graze the tip of his ear. Jaebum offered a mumbling hum in response to Jinyoung’s words, feeling content and at ease – despite knowing that soon, they would both have to return to the madness of their usual, daily lives.

“We need to do this more often. Just you and I” Jaebum said as he pressed his cheek to Jinyoung’s forehead. When Jaebum looked back on his life, he often thought about the struggles that came with his youth – his adolescence to be precise; how arrogant and stubborn his 18 year old self was. Now being a matured 23 year old man with the world at his feet, he was glad he could reflect on these times with a smile upon his face as he held the most important thing to him in his arms. In many ways, Jinyoung felt the same, humbled by his own beginnings and hopeful for the future; wherever it took him, it didn’t matter. So long as Jaebum was by his side.

And with that, Jaebum’s lips found their way on top of Jinyoung’s – inviting him to the pillowy-softness of his kiss. Jinyoung closed his eyes as his mouth moulded against Jaebum’s, forever letting him set the pace as if it had always been written in stone. Jaebum could think of nothing else as the gentle sound of their kisses filled the air around them; his grip softening and tightening around Jinyoung’s body as he held on to him endlessly. Jinyoung let a soft mewl pass his lips every so often – sounds that Jaebum had found himself addicted to, listening to them as if they were his favourite song on repeat. The moment, as short as it was, was nothing less than the true definition of perfect. Just the two of them, away from the harsh reality that was their lives; but it was their moment, one of many private, secret moments they treasured so deeply in their hearts.

Breaking the kiss, Jaebum intertwined his fingers with Jinyoung’s as the two men relaxed once again – both of them looking up to the sky as the sun found it’s place just above the trees in the distance.

“When should we go back?” Jinyoung asked.

“…tomorrow? Today? Actually…let’s not think about that for now.” Jaebum looked down at Jinyoung once again, wanting to just enjoy the short time they had together.

Jinyoung let out a deep sigh – one filled with a certain kind of contentment and fullness that only Jaebum could ever provide him. “Tomorrow, today…it doesn’t matter. As long as I’m with you, everything else will fall into place.”

Jaebum smiled as he looked back up to the sky, feeling as if he could really take flight and soar to the heavens above with the amount of happiness he felt in that moment.

“You’re not going all cheesy on me now, are you – Park Jinyoung?” Jaebum teased as he pressed a single, chaste kiss to Jinyoung’s head.

Jinyoung chuckled, closing his eyes as he let himself sink further in to Jaebum’s chest behind him, “You act as if you hate cheesiness; but your façade doesn’t fool me in the slightest – Im Jaebum.”

Nothing could have stopped the smile that made its way on to Jaebum’s face as it did just then. “You know me better than I know myself. Maybe that’s what keeps me here. Because it’s why I love you.”

Even though they both knew that soon enough, they would have to get back on the road to return to the life they both loved and loathed for a range of different reasons – it didn’t bother either of them in the slightest. For as Jinyoung had mentioned, Jaebum shared the same feelings of not caring about anything else; as long as they had each other, everything would be just fine.

“Let’s stay here for as long as we can” Jinyoung whispered.

“Sounds like a good idea to me.” Jaebum replied.

[kpoppwriter]

Dating JJP~

Anon asked: Can you do JJP (Jaebum and Jinyoung, Got7.) Poly relationship? Also keep doing what you're doing your amazing at it 👏.

Anon asked: could I request a poly jaebum and jinyoung from got7 please? 👉👈

A/N: I’ve really been in my JB feels recently I forgot how much I love him fun fact: he’s the reason I got into SVT

☆ wowie ok 

☆ this one’s a fun one 

☆ pretty sure this is the most over protective relationship

☆ like, not in a bad way

☆ but they’re quick to pick up on if you’re uncomfortable

☆ or if someone’s hitting on you or smthn like that 

☆ they really really care about your wellbeing 

��� both aren’t too big into PDA

☆ the most either would do was hold hands

☆ and maybe do that thing where they keep a hand on your lower back

☆ Jaebeom may be a little more touchy though

☆ might peck your cheek or the back of your hands

☆ the lovey dovey stuff is saved for at home

☆ I’ve never really got the impression that Jinyoung is a cuddler

☆ Jaebeom wouldn’t mind a cuddle though 

☆ both wanna be big spoons 

☆ cue intense staring contest 

☆ Jinyoung usually settles for facing you if Jaebeom is spooning you 

☆ idk why but I get sugar daddy vibes from them 

☆ like, they just like to spoil their s/o with gifts and such 

☆ which, if you’re like me, you may feel bad for it 

☆ Jinyoung is more of a practical gift giver with the occasional random gift

☆ Jaebeom will get you something if it reminds him of you 

☆ when they go on tour

☆ you’ll get lots of texts from them with reminders to take care of yourself

☆ Jinyoung calls you before he goes to bed for the night 

☆ hearing you were actually ok makes him sleep easier

☆ Jaebeom will video call with you like once a week or more 

☆ he makes Jinyoung join him even if you just called recently

☆ i have this hc

☆ that Jinyoung constantly asks you and Jaebeom to run lines with him

☆ like for a while too 

☆ he always promises to treat you two to dinner/take out if you help him

☆ also promises it won’t take long 

☆ it takes a while lol 

☆ another hc

☆ studio time with Jaebeom

☆ hell yeah

☆ we all know what can occur in the studio 👀

☆ music, you pervs

☆ overall, lovely overprotective and caring boyfriends

☆ I wanna call Jaebeom bub

☆ thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

☆ ok now we can get a bit naughty~

☆  ok we all know they’re both doms

☆ Jinyoung is more of a hard dom 

☆ and Jaebeom is more of a soft dom

☆ not always but that’s usually how they are

☆ this is the kinkiest pairing 

☆ not just in GOT7 but maybe out of all the pairings I’ve done

☆ lets go over a few kinks

☆ daddy/sir kink, bondage, exhibitionism/voyeurism, degradation

☆ praise, dumbification, somnophilia, impact play, dacryphilia 

☆ just to name a few things

☆ lowkey think these two would be into pet play

☆ don’t ask me where these ideas come from, I don’t know 

☆ ngl Jinyoung is the kinkier one

☆ he introduced you and Jaebeom to some of this stuff

☆ some of it Jaebeom already knew about 

☆ they both can get really rough with you 

☆ but the after care? chef’s kiss

☆ Jaebeom is holding you and soothing you with his words

☆ and Jinyoung has a bath ready in milliseconds

☆ with clean pjs and ointment (if needed) for after the bath 

☆ they’re down to try anything you wanna try too

☆ like I said, they care about your wellbeing a lot

[hyuckles-chuckles]

[00:41] "meet me in the snacks aisle!" jinyoung tells you as he runs to the opposite side of the 7/11. "why? where are you going?" you giggle, asking before he turns into another aisle. "i'm getting your favourite drink!" and you have a smile planted on your face as you watch your boyfriend disappear from your vision.

—for anon ♡

[foodmymainbae]

Do you ever get so sad and affected after you’ve read a cheating fanfic/story of your bias AND I JUST CAN’T GET OVER THE FEELING I HATE IT HAHAHHA WHY MUST MY BIAS CHEAT sobbles in need of some fluffy healing story about jinyoung pls

[cuddlepilefics]

2.   Candles

Fandom: GOT7

Sickie: Youngjae

Caregiver: GOT6

 Jinyoung’s POV.:

With the start of December, we had decided to get into the Christmas spirit by decorating the dorm. Honestly, we didn’t really have much Christmas decoration to begin with, since most of us usually went home to our respective families to celebrate. Besides, decorating plus having everything twinkle was a bit cheesy anyways and we usually just didn’t have the time. This year however we had decided to spend some quality time together as a group, decorating, listening to Christmas music and singing along. Bambam, Yugyeom and I had already started hanging up all the fairylights we could find around the dorm, the maknae’s height coming in handy. Mark and Jaebeom had gone out to buy some candles and whatever else they’d find. Jackson and Youngjae had found two boxes containing old decorations at the back of a closet and were currently detangling garlands and ornaments. I had no idea where that stuff had come from but most likely it was just us collecting it bit by bit over the years.

With our Christmas playlist playing in the background, we finished hanging up the fairylights and Bambam and Yugyeom joined Jackson and Youngjae sitting on the ground and working the knots out of a garland, while I went to the kitchen to make hot chocolate for everyone since Jaebeom had texted me that they were already on their way home. I could hear my members bickering in the living room with Jackson whining frustratedly because he couldn’t remove a knot. Smiling to myself, I stirred the heating milk before slowly adding some chopped chocolate. I was very glad to have this day off and to spend it with the crackheads that were my members. When I shortly popped my head into the living room to check on them, Youngjae was belting out the chorus of ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ while dancing lewdly with Yugyeom. I couldn’t help but laugh at their silliness but quickly hid back in the kitchen to avoid them pulling me into their mess, besides the milk had almost boiled and I had to remove it from the stove.

Just when the dancing couple struck their ending pose, the door opened and our two oldest members stepped in carrying large shopping bags. They had clearly gotten carried away, since they had only planned to buy some candles but had returned with much more. I yelled a greeting from my spot in the kitchen while pouring the hot chocolate into cups before calling the others to take a break. When everyone had collected their cup from the kitchen, we sat around the dining table discussing the rest of the day. We wanted to have all the decorations up by lunchtime so we could watch some movies after lunch. Our maknae-line plus Jackson were the most excited, enjoying themselves like little children. Christmastime had barely begun but we were all in a joyous mood already, fighting over which seasonal movie was the best. While Youngjae and Bambam strongly defended the 2000version of ‘The Grinch’, Mark stood his ground praising ‘Home alone’. When we had emptied our cups, Jaebeom washed them before helping me with the kimchi stew I was cooking for lunch. Having finally detangled the remaining decoration, Mark and Jackson hung them up, stretching from one side of the living room to the other. Youngjae had gathered his favorite ornaments and considering the lack of a Christmas tree, was taping them to cabinets and shelves, including a huge glittery star which now adorned our fridge. It really warmed my heart to see my entire group in such high spirits, forgetting about the pressure we would never get rid of in the industry we worked in.

Bambam had unpacked the shopping bags and was setting up a few candles on the coffee table while Yugyeom put the stock of remaining candles away. “Guys, this one smells like cinnamon!”, he exclaimed excitedly, immediately lighting said candle. “I knew they’d like it”, Jaebeom chuckled next to me and I smiled at him. I walked into the living room, taking in the sight of all the decorations hung up. Frankly, it just looked amazing, yeah a bit cheesy maybe but hey, that’s okay sometimes.

 Jackson’s POV.:

We had just finished decorating the living room when Jinyoung called us to have lunch. I was really proud of how the dorm looked now. It had never bothered me that we didn’t decorate, only today did I realize what we were missing out on. The mood hadn’t been that light in quite some time and seeing my members so joyous really warmed my heart. The candle Bambam had light was filling the room with a subtle cinnamon scent, making me feel nostalgic. On our way to the dining table, I passed Yugyeom, ruffling the maknae’s hair and earning loud complaints from him for doing so. Youngjae cheered loudly when he realized that Jinyoung had prepared kimchi stew, a dish that fit the season perfectly. We enjoyed our meal, praising Jinyoung for his skills in the kitchen. When we were done we cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen together. Though in this household that never works out without trouble and Jaebeom soon threw the soapy sponge at a hysterically laughing Youngjae. These dorks…

With all our fooling around, the cleaning took some time but when it was done, we collected some blankets and got comfy in front of the TV. Since there was no way we would agree on one movie to watch, we were preparing to have a movie marathon till late into the night. We were only fifteen minutes into the first movie when Youngjae on the other side of the couch sneezed loudly. Personally, I didn’t think much of it, my donsaeng has a quite sensitive nose and is sneezing pretty often. Ten minutes later, Jaebeom paused the movie, by now Youngjae was sneezing frequently and nobody could really focus on the screen in front of us. “Are you ok?”, Jinyoung frowned at the other. “Sorry, I-I dod’t k-kdow hwAAcho *sniff* w-what got idto me *sniff*”, the younger was barely able to speak properly with how much his breath was hitching. I was growing concerned, he looked sick with his nostrils bright red and his eyes watering irritatedly. He looked perfectly fine earlier and the only illness I could think of that comes on that fast is the flu. I got up and went to the other side of the couch pressing my head to Youngjae’s forehead. To my surprise, his temperature felt perfectly normal. “H-hyug, I’b f-fide”, he pushed my hand off, sniffling wetly. “You’re not fine but at least you don’t have a fever”, I commented, looking at Jaebeom since I was at a loss because my suspicion was wrong. hhuaACHOOOO!!! hAKsshhu! *sniff* “Bless you”, Bambam yelled from the bathroom, returning soon after with a box of tissues. “Are you sure you’re not sick?”, He asked carefully, knowing Youngjae always hated to admit he was sick. “Dod’t feel sick”, came the congested reply before Youngjae turned away to muffle two more sneezes into a handful tissues, trying to blow his nose afterwards but failing as it just set him off again. “Is it allergies?”, Jinyoung questioned, the gears turning in his head, and earning a short nod. “Yugyeom blow out the candle!”, Jinyoung ordered, being the first to grasp the situation. The maknae complied, not questioning it once.

While JJParents dragged the still sniffling vocalist to the bathroom, I opened all the windows and replaced the candle with an unscented one. Probably I should have guessed it was the artificial fragrance setting him off. Shortly after JJP returned to the living room, we heard the shower running. “The fragrance is probably still stuck in our clothes, so everyone go get changed please”, Jaebeom announced, collecting the blankets to wash them too. On the way to our room, Mark and I closed the windows again and to make the most of the situation, we called an ugly-sweater-contest. When everyone gathered in the living room again, including Youngjae, his hair damp, eyes and nose a decent shade of pink, the group broke into fits of giggles, seeing that we were truly some fashion disasters. Since all the blankets were in the wash, we just dragged our duvets into the living room and continued our movie marathon. Having taken an antihistamine, Youngjae sneezed less frequently but didn’t even make it through the first movie before nodding off. It’s not like we’d mind re-watching them with him though….

[aghasexxy]

ONE WOMAN SHOW PT. 2 | Im Jaebum

Pairing: Reader x Im Jaebum

Words: 1688

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Stripping/ Teasing

Summary: you work at the most famous strip club in Los Angeles and you have customers that come in asking for you all the time. Including one mysterious man whose father is the head of the K-Town mob. And who closes down the club once a week to discuss “business”.

The sound of the city spills into the club on a very packed Friday night. The last Friday of 2019. The last Friday of the decade. Our doors have been open for less than an hour and the club is already filled to the brim with men and women unable to walk steadily. I look across the club from backstage, laughing at the chaos out there. But those people don’t matter to me. Only one person does. And he’s nowhere in sight.

“Y/N,” I turn around to see my best friend Wendy. She’s grinning ear to ear as usual. She grabs my face with her delicate hands. “Could you pretend to be excited please? This is the final Friday of the decade!” She squeals like a kid in Disneyland. “I promise I’m excited. I’m just expecting someone,” I look back towards the bar. “Would that someone be JB?” I look back at her with a smirk and roll my eyes. “Y/N! You need to stop fucking

around and just go for it! He obviously wants you!” A whistle breaks through the sound of the dancers laughing and chatting. Our boss calls us for a final pep talk before the night truly begins.

“Ladies!,” he exclaims, demanding the attention of every dancer. “First and foremost, welcome to the end of the decade,” we all erupt in hoots, hollers, and applause. “We’ve really kicked ass this year and I’m so proud of all we accomplished. Both on stage and behind the scenes. To say we ended the year off with a bang is an understatement,” he whips out a stack of cash from his back pocket, snickering at everyone’s slack jaws. I stand arms crossed, completely unimpressed. “We helped sell a lot of product this year, all without any raids. Good work!” We all clap and talk amongst ourselves. He gets our attention again. “Okay for tonight, the lineup for the main show is Claire, Denise, Angie, Loren, Tabitha, Wendy, and of course,” I roll my eyes and smile as all the girls look to me and cheer my name. “Our star Y/N!” The room erupts in applause and I try to shush them. “Okay ladies! Go get dressed! We start in 45 minutes!” Applause erupts as we all rush to the dressing room.

I apply setting spray to my face to finish off my makeup look for the night. Looking in the mirror, I am in awe of the work of art I created. Wendy whistles at me from across the room and I giggle. She walks over to my vanity. “Yo mami you got a man?” I turn around. “Wendy why are you like this?!” She shrugs. “I’m pretty sure that whoever wrote the best friend manual included one of the rules to be “hype up your best friend in the most obnoxious way you know how”,” she kisses my cheek. “So that’s what I’m doing!” I stand up and take off my trench coat to show her my outfit of choice. The lights in the room flash which means that the show is about to begin. The girls scatter like roaches and I call Wendy over. “I’m wearing his favorite lingerie tonight for my set,” I say slyly as she grins from ear to ear. “Ahhhh I love that one! You’re gonna be breaking necks tonight for sure! If not his then everyone else’s!”

An hour goes by and Wendy is just now wrapping up her set. A member of the stage crew comes back to the dressing room. “You’re up in 10 Y/N,” I nod and make some final touch ups. Wendy peels around the corner, her hair in her face as she tries to catch her breath. “You killed it out there!,” I yell, running over to hug her. “How was the crowd? Did you see JB?” I pull back and before she can answer, I get called to the stage. On my way out, Wendy gives my ass a nice love tap. “You’ll find out,” she says as I walk to the side stage.

The announcer goes on stage before me and starts my introduction. The audience cease their hoots and hollers so that he can speak. “Ladies and gentleman, we all can admit that nothing is sexier than when we come home after a long day of work and the first thing we see is our significant other walking around in your favorite lingerie set,” men start whistling and I can’t help but blush. “And tonight, for those single, lonely souls, you’ll get to experience that fantasy for the very first time.” The audience erupts in applause along with the other performers watching behind me. I can’t help but just smile. “Y’all have been waiting for her all night! Here she is, our stunning duchess Y/N!” As the audience loses their minds once again, I let out a breath and stand tall. Here we go.

Wasabi by Little Mix starts to play as I strut on stage. Bills start to fly the moment I come into view and men are on their feet cheering for me. They don’t mean shit to me of course. My eyes scan the room, hoping to lock onto piercing brown ones. I keep smiling as I strut down the catwalk to the pole in the middle. I take off my robe, earning an eruption of applause and whistles. I look out on the floor again when I lock eyes with him. JB. There he was, sitting right in my line of vision. His smirk accompanied with him man spreading in his chair was enough for me to get on my knees right then and there. I twirl around nice and slow, giving him something to look at. He’s probably having a hard time keeping it together right now: his favorite dancer in his favorite lingerie set performing for strangers instead of just him. I press my back against my pole, dropping low in slow motion. My eyes never leave his. Maybe I should punish him for being late, show him who’s boss.The music stops and I receive a standing ovation from the crowd. Everyone was on their feet including him. The MC comes out on stage.

“Wow Y/N! Another show-stopping entrance! You know what time it is! Time to pick a lucky guy in the crowd to give him a lap dance!” The sounds of whoops and hollers at this point are deafening. “Now Y/N, what song would you like to dance to?” I turn to the DJ. “Play Rules by Doja Cat for me, please.” The MC fans his face dramatically as the crowd goes crazy once again. I look back out and see JB. His eyes burn into me like daggers. I know what that look means.

“DJ, if you would,” the MC asks as he scurried offstage. The music starts and my eyes start to wander. I walk onto the floor, locking eyes with every horny middle-aged man I see. I blow kisses, wink, and smile and it’s enough to get tens of hundreds of dollars thrown my way. The floor vibrates from the intense bass in the music and I am locked onto my target. JB looks me up and down as I circle around him. My fingers drag across his broad shoulders and I take a seat on his lap, licking my lips as I lock eyes with him. “You wanna play with me, baby,” he whispers softly to me, my pussy clenching and instantly getting wet. The men around us were cheering JB on and whistling loudly. I stand up and reach out my hand, answering his question with a simple head nod. He snickers and grabs hold, triggering another roar of applause from those watching. We walked back to the stage where a lonely chair sat. The spotlight shines over it as the metal gives off a supernatural glow in the white light. He sits down, not leaving my eyes for one second. “You know the rules sir,” I lean in, his cologne overwhelming my senses. “No touching,” I whisper sensually. I stand up and turn around. I look at him as I bend over, my ass being the only thing he has his eyes on. I come back up slowly and smack my ass. I can’t help myself from smiling at the evil mug on his face. This is torture for him. He wants to wreck me to no end, I know he does. But house rules say otherwise. I strut back over to him, kicking his left foot out. “Spread your legs,” I demand. I climb onto his lap and I feel a pulsating sensation from under me. “You like that?” I ask sweetly, like I’m not torturing him. I slowly start to grind on his clothed dick and he lets out the deepest moan I’ve ever heard in my life. I feel myself getting wet at the sound of it. “Yeah daddy?,” I whisper, grinding him a little faster. I stop and lean all the way back. My hands graze the ground along with my head as our crotches stay glued together. I come back up slowly, my breast threatening to pop out into his face. I come all the way up and the song is over. The crowd cheers and I get a standing ovation. He leans in closer to me and our noses barely graze each other’s. “I’m going to make a mess of you Y/N. You’re mine,” I bite my lip and giggle. “I hope that’s a promise, babe.” I wink at JB and stroke his face before turning around to address the audience. “Thank you for coming out tonight everyone! Happy new year!” The crowd yells it back and erupts in applause. I turn back to JB. “Let’s give a big round of applause for my performance partner tonight!” Whistles and claps follow as he walks off stage. I just know by the look in his eye that the next time I see him, he will have his way with me. And I can’t wait.

[preciouslullabysblog]

Ok but these two always make me feel some sorta way lol😜💖

[stupidaz]

got7 cute headers

like or reblog if you save or credts on twitter for @supremezayn / like ou reblog se salvar ou creditos no tt para @supremezayn

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[flowerbeom]

What I Wouldn’t Give | Part 1: The Right Fit

Im Jaebeom x Female!Reader

Genre: Stylist AU. Fluff. Eventual Smut 

Warnings: Some swearing. 

Words: 3.2k

Concept:  A story where a heartsick, pining and ‘hopelessly in love with his stylist’ Jaebeom finds himself in an awkward situation in the house of the stylist who’s equally heart sick and hopelessly in love with him. But neither of them know… yet.

A/N: Please do enjoy soft, nervous Jae - one of his stronger forms. Chapter links will be in masterlist once all posted. 

Part 1: The Right Fit

Part 2: The Wrap Party

Part 3: Home

Song Mood: Sunny Days, Summer Nights by Sam Kim 

You had always hated the title 'Junior Stylist'. You hated the instant prejudice you would see in someone's eye when you were introduced, as if you couldn’t hold a candle to someone ‘senior’. You knew your skills were bar none and your eye for detail would be the very thing that would solidify your place in this industry. So, you were patient, working under creative directors and doing scut work until your fingers bled just so you would be seen; seen as worthy. 

And one day, you got it; you got your chance. You were pulled aside by the department lead and told you had been assigned to a debuting rookie group and their leader. Working in a small team, you would lead their style direction for the duration of their contract. They would be your avenue to explore your artistry, and he would be your canvas. But Im Jaebeom proved to be a challenge; to dress and for your heart. 

Era: Girls Girls Girls 

“Just put the damn jacket on, Jaebeom.” a face to face standoff played out in the middle of the dressing room, a clenched fist crushed the leather jacket in your hand; Jaebeom squaring you down. Hands lazily resting in his pockets, he tilted his head; the narrow in his eyes mirroring yours. Everyone had cleared the room only to leave Jackson sitting in the corner, mildly entertained by the stalemate he stole glances of over the top of his phone. 

“It’s not really my style.” Jaebeom sneered, smoothing an index finger over the sharp edge of his jaw. Closing the space between you, your eyebrow quirked when Jaebeom’s guard broke for a second; his eyes jolting open, neck flaring - your closeness rattling him momentarily. 

“Okay, leader-nim, let’s see what JYP’s opinion on the matter would be.” He forced his tongue through gritted teeth, chin jutting out; vexed. 

Shoving the garment into his tensed torso, you paused, “Or..” swallowing down the lump your heart had thrown into your throat, “You can put on the jacket.” 

He scoffed, visibly impressed with your tenacity but annoyed all the same. Hand quick to grip your wrist, his eyes wavered; darting from your intense stare to his hand back to your eyes. The sudden shot of electricity that passed through both of you knocked you both out of your stupor, Jaebeom quickly pulling the jacket from your grasp while you stumbled back, shoving both your hands into your back pockets. 

“You-you know, it’s not that.. Bad. I mean.. It’s okay.” Jaebeom stuttered, pressing down the collar, staring at himself in the mirror to avoid staring at you. Drawing in a deep breath before stepping to him, you arranged the jacket to sit better on his broad shoulders. 

“Seriously, are you for real.... “ Bewildered with the distance your hands had to travel to smooth out the jacket you failed to hear Jaebeom throw a question your way. Still playing with the jacket, you missed his voice again before he spun around, leaving your hands to rest on his collar bones, his face far too close for comfort. 

“What?” 

“Huh?” Shaken, you snapped your hands away from him, stepping back. 

“Before, you said was I “for real”, what was that all about?” Words catching in your throat, Jaebeom’s fingers fiddled with the zip on his jacket, eyes softer than before. 

“I-- ahh, well..” Your hand buried into your nape, rubbing the back of your neck as if it’d provide the right answer. 

“Two minute call!” Both your heads whipped to the door, the runner poking in to get the boys to head to the stage. Your eyes slowly met, unspoken words hung in the air; his knuckles brushing over yours as he stepped past you, both your breath hitching at the touch. Fuck. 

Era: Just Right

Watching the performance from the dressing room, Jaebeom’s smile seem to radiate through the television; the joy it exuded filled your chest with a warmth you couldn’t quite pinpoint, but it felt comforting. Unlike their previous comebacks, this one was lighter, filled with zest and cheer and dressing them as such was enjoyable to say the least. 

You debated how far you could take the concept, and how irritated Jaebeom would be as you made him try on outfit after outfit; but the utter look of happiness on their faces as they performed live was enough to quell those doubts. 

You hadn’t noticed just how widely you were smiling, or how your shoulders were bopping to the music that swirled around the room. Hana watched you from the side, analysing your face as she steamed a shirt. 

“What are you giggling about?” Pulled from your trance, you turned to your assistant; her quirked eyebrow enough to draw a sigh from your mouth. Your smile had dropped.

“It’s a fun song.” Picking up a shirt, you folded it carefully; placing into the crate, packing up to leave.

“We both know it’s not the song.” You wanted to slap the smirk off her face. “It’s Jaebeom.”

“What?!” 

“What what?! Tell me you don’t like him.” You wanted to slap her, smirk or not. Hana put down the steamer and caught your wrists before your hands could muzzle her. 

“Shhhh, shut up. What are you talking about? Stop it.” You were shaking, completely unprepared to be called out. 

“Ever since you put him in ripped jeans and a bomber jacket you’ve had heart eyes for the guy. Your ears prick when you hear his voice and you can smell his cologne from a hundred metres away. I swear I can hear your heart thump when he stands next to you.” You had lowered your hands, shoving them in your pockets; your lips were screwed into your cheek. You had nothing to say. 

“Have nothing to say?” Hana poked a finger into your shoulder. She was right. You had denied it when feelings for him started to stir in your gut and slapped down butterflies that flitted too closely to your heart. Jaebeom had etched his name onto your skin every time he grazed you, and you had lost the fight not to let it happen. 

“Let’s just pack up, okay.” Hana saw the acceptance in your eyes and said no more. But it wasn’t going to stop her from pushing you tell him how you feel, one day. Could be a day way off in the distance, but one day. 

Era: New Era

Dinner. Dinner was all that was on Jaebeom’s mind as he exited the elevator. Yours on the other hand was figuring out how to not lose your job. The stress that wreaked havoc on your face was enough to strip any thoughts of food when Jaebeom found you curled into yourself as he entered the hotel lobby. Back pressed to the wall, knees pressed to your chest, heel of your palm pressed to your forehead, phone pressed to your ear. 

Jaebeom crouched down in front of you, placing a timid hand on your knee to bring your eyes up to his. The crease between your eyebrows didn’t soften, but only transferred to etch between his. 

“Yep, yep - no, I understand. Yes.. yes. I’ll figure it out.” Hanging up the call, you placed your phone on the ground before burying your face into your hands. 

“What’s wrong?” Jaebeom’s voice was sweet, stained with concern and helped you breathe again. Pulling your hands down your face, you met Jaebeom’s eyes; his gentle, yours bloodshot. 

“The crate. The crate with all your clothes for this entire week of schedules. No one knows where it is. It's not in Seoul. It's not here. For all we know it fell off the plane mid transit and got eaten by a whale. No one knows!" You were rambling, and Jaebeom listened, kindly; intently. Your face returned to pool into your shaking palms, an exhausted groan muffled into your skin. 

“Argh, I have to go out and buy an entirely new wardrobe tonight. I have to practically stampede around Tokyo flashing credit cards like a crazy person. And Hana isn’t even here to help. What am I going to do?” Violently raking your fingers through your hair, you slapped your phone off the ground.

“I’ll come with you. I’ll help.” Eyes shooting up, sincerity was all that was painted on Jaebeom’s face. Holding out his hand, you gingerly took it; letting him help you stand. 

“Wh-why?” The question trembled off your lips before they haphazardly blew back the hair that had fallen over your face. Jaebeom tried his best not to giggle, composing himself with a hand rubbed under his nose. 

Trying not to risk sounding cheesy by sprouting out a line like “I don’t like seeing you stressed” or “I’d drop anything to help you out, because I just want to see you smile again”, despite it all being true, Jaebeom opted for reason.

“I have to make sure things go well. Fix problems, solve dilemmas, save the world. Leader things, you know.” 

And trying not to seem desperate by saying something like “I was hoping you’d say that” or “You’re the only one I need right now”, despite it all being true, you opted for logic. 

"Sounds good to me.” 

The static that buzzed between you as you explored Harajuku was palpable. The little knocks of hands against hands, or brushes of shoulders against shoulders drowned words in your throats and striped air from your lungs. The stolen looks over clothes racks and hidden smiles behind turned backs kept the thought of possible unemployment far from your mind as Jaebeom insisted on carrying every bag and constantly reassured you that everything was going to be okay. 

And it was, because he was with you. He even bought dinner. 

Era: Lullaby 

No one, not even Mark with his acrobatics or Bambam with his five hundred diverse dabs a day, could rip through their pants as well as Jaebeom could. Whether it was the inner stitching on the thigh, or the buttons that held it all together, you were always sewing up his pants back stage. 

At one point it stopped being annoying and became somewhat therapeutic. The small embarrassed smile on Jaebeom’s face as he handed over another pair of pants to repair was enough to bring the quiet joy you needed to sit in the corner and pull out a needle and thread. The simple offering of his sincere apology as he bit his lip was payment enough, no matter how many times he offered to buy you bubble tea for your efforts. Though you always found one tucked behind your bag before you left for the night. 

But alas, his pants still needed fixing and that’s exactly where you found yourself, sitting cross legged in the corner; hunched over a pair of black trousers, one headphone wedged in your ear. Singing along quietly to their new album as you pulled thread carefully through fabric; your fingers worked skilfully to fix Jaebeom’s mishap.

“Hyung, you’re staring.” Jaebeom sighed as he tipped his temple to rest against the door frame, Jinyoung meeting his side; handing him an iced coffee. 

“I know.” Replying through an exhale, he sunk lower into the door frame; lifting the straw to his lips. 

“She’s just sewing on a button.” Matter of fact, Jinyoung spoke before taking a sip of his chai latte. 

“Exactly, she’s just sewing on a button and I can’t stop staring.” Jinyoung cupped Jaebeom’s shoulder, a reassuring grip of his fingers made Jaebeom drop his head back. Peeling himself off the door frame, he spun on his heels; walking away from the room, away from you. 

“Are you ever going to tell her?” Jinyoung queried, hand still resting on Jaebeom’s shoulder. 

“No..” Jaebeom’s face slowly crumpled.

“No?” Jaebeom winced further at Jinyoung’s sharp tone.

“As if I could…” Unwilling to argue, Jinyoung merely offered Jaebeom a consoling pat on the back. There was no use debating the issue with him, he would simply deny the possibility of you ever loving him back; even if it was the furthest thing from the truth. 

Era: Focus On Me

You kept stealing glances from across the room. Straight back, head down, eyes burrowed into a book; Jaebeom had read for most of the day. Saved for the moments he spent with a make-up brush in his face, or limbs sliding into clothes you had curated for him; Jaebeom willingly lost himself in the world found on those pages, rather than the anxiety swirling in his mind. 

Lingering looks from over your shoulder were enough for Hana to flick your forehead with a harsh snap of her middle finger. Her pursed lips and narrow eyes drew you from your longing and back onto the earrings you were fiddling with. A violent shake of your head knocked you into focus.

“Jaebeom-ah, can you-- “ Holding the earrings in the palm of your hand, you turned to step to him; the wide expanse of his back momentarily distracting you; your step faltered before continuing to approach him. 

“Hmm, huh?” Looking down at the book cradled in his gentle hands, you saw no less than ten pages left for him to finish, and upon tilting your head to look into his eyes, you saw them furiously scanning the text; his face blank with fixation. 

You debated doing what you were about to, knowing you would regret it the second you touched him. Knowing how fast your heart would race, and how red your ears would turn; but call time was approaching and you needed him to be ready. Swallowing down a shaky breath, you tipped at the hip; leaning down to his shoulder. 

“I’ll just put these on for you, okay. Finish your book.” Merely a whisper, said too close to his ear; your breath fanned across his skin and you thought you heard him hitch. Taking his earlobe gently between your fingers, you swore you saw him flinch, his body tensing at the sudden touch. 

Holding the pin of the earring, you gripped his ear slightly tighter, “Don’t move, I don’t want to hurt you.” Jaebeom slowly exhaled, his body leaning back into the chair. You could feel your heartbeat on your skin; goosebumps pricked your arms and you were thankful your sleeves were hiding them. What you didn’t notice were the hairs on Jaebeom’s neck standing, or the vein in his temple flaring, or that he has stopped reading all together. 

After securing one earring, you put on another; spinning them so they sat just right. You also didn’t notice Jaebeom staring at you in the mirror, his eyes following you as you rounded the chair to place earrings onto his other ear. You were too busy trying to breathe.

You had been close before, but this, this was intimate.  You wanted to run, sprint into a closet and cower in the corner because you hated how much he affected you. Be professional. Yes, but it was hard when the person you worked with had your heart in his hand. 

“Two minutes!” You and Jaebeom whipped your heads to the door, the runner amused at this common occurrence. You stepped back, allowing Jaebeom to push back his chair. He slipped his arms into the jacket Hana held out for him and turned to the mirror. Eyeing the earrings you had ever so gently placed on him, his thumb lifted to slide down the chain of one of them and smiled before catching your eye in the mirror. 

He left the room not nearly quick enough for you to catch your breath, humming to himself and singing as he trailed down the hall. Hana was by your side and screwing an elbow into your waist before you could bring yourself down from the cloud his smile put you on. 

“So, are you going to let him?” Forehead creasing, eyebrow cocked; your face met hers with confusion. 

“Have you not listened to him this entire time?” Leaning against the make-up bench, Hana crossed her arms, one finger tapping impatiently against her forearm.

“What are you talking about?” 

“Are you going to let him? Let him love you?” Your hands slapped onto the chair in front of you and pushed it violently into Hana’s knees. She cursed and you cursed back, but she insisted that he was singing to you. That this entire debut, unit, album was him trying to confess to you. 

Ludicrous, improbable, utterly absurd; but as you watched him on the waiting room television, you entertained the notion for a second. That the way he was staring into the camera was how he wanted to stare at you. But you slapped yourself before you fell into that fantasy; hard enough for Yugyeom to ask what happened to your cheek when they came back. 

Era: Eclipse

[12:21pm] Y/N Stylist: What bet did you lose? 

[12:22pm] Jaebeom-Ssi: What do you mean?! I look good!

[12:25pm] Y/N Stylist: 1.That beret is for Bam’s Allure shoot. 2. I’m not even going to ask how you got it out of storage. 3. You look like an idiot.

[12:31pm] Jaebeom-Ssi: Perhaps. But I made you forget about that asshole from Div 3, didn’t I? Humour me, I totally rock it better than Bam.

[12:52pm] Y/N Stylist: Have a safe flight, Beom.  

Safe in the knowledge that he made you smile, Jaebeom slid his phone back into his pocket. Leaning back into his seat, he stretched his arms out; yawning as his muscles loosened before Mark slipped in beneath his arm. Nuzzling into Jaebeom’s side, Mark smiled cheekily as Jaebeom coiled his arm back, pushing him off playfully. 

“Excited to go home?” Mark cooed, Jaebeom raised a questioning brow. 

“We haven’t even left yet.”

“Yeh, but are you excited to come home?” Jaebeom’s face crumpled into confusion, mouth opening in question, palms up-turned: puzzled. 

“The wrap party, you idiot!” Mark jutted his shoulder into Jaebeom’s.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jaebeom sighed. “I’ve been called an idiot too many times today. But why are you talking about the wrap party now?” 

“Y/N.” Whispered, a little too closely into Jaebeom’s ear. Jaebeom’s silence edged Mark on.  

“Y/N will be there.” Mark smirked watching Jaebeom’s eyes widen.

“Everyone will be there.” Jaebeom spat out, trying to mask the excitement that stirred in his stomach.

Mark shimmied in his seat, clearing his throat teasingly. “Y/N never comes to wrap parties. But suddenly she’s coming to this one.” 

“And?” Jaebeom cocked his head, cracking a single bone is his neck; not nearly enough to alleviate his tension. 

“She’ll be there, potentially all dressed up - having a drink or two, dancing - maybe dancing with you, if you ask her to, this could be your chance. Who knows-” Jaebeom cut him off, standing suddenly and ripping his bag off the seat. 

“Who knows if she’ll even be there. Come on, we have to board now.” Shaking his head through a laugh, Mark watched Jaebeom storm off, visibly irked by the notion of acting on any of his feelings. By now, everyone knew your shared pining had developed into deep seated, intense, full blown 'I'd risk it all for you' love, but no one knew what exactly was taking you both so long to actually risk it all. Maybe all you needed was a nudge and a bit of liquid courage. 

[meh-just-my-life]

Confession Song

Title: Confession Song

Pairing: JB/Jinyoung

Tags: Fluff, idk what else

The day had been fine, of course. But it had gotten better. He’d invited Jinyoung over to his apartment over to help him. They weren’t supposed to end up in a park in the middle of almost freezing weather.

“Hyung, are you sure this is the shortcut to your apartment?” Jinyoung mused from behind him. Jaebum could just feel that teasing smile on his lips. He shoved his hand deeper into his pockets, refusing to look back.

“I’m sure,” He muttered instead, “I’ve used this shourtcut since I moved here. I know, alright.”

“Whatever you say, hyung.” The teasing tilt of his tone is back again. Jaebum just wanted to kiss that annoying smile away. “But hyung, shouldn’t we take a turn right here?”

Shit. Jinyoung’s right. He took a sharp turn to the right, into a small pathway by the side of the park. He refused to embarrass himself further today. They’re supposed to return to his apartment 10 minutes ago, but Jaebum kept missing the correct pathway to take. And Jinyoung, the little brat, just continues to walk with him and doesn’t remind him until they almost reached the wrong end of the park.

They continued their walk in comfortable silence. They’ve always been like that. No word are necessary between them, being in each other’s company is already enough. They communicate with side glances and body gestures more than actual words.

Before long, they finally reached one of the side entrance of the park. It opens up across the side gate of Jaebum’s appartment. There’s a coffee shop nearby and Jaebum was craving for a warm drink. “Do you want to stop by for a coffee break? I’ll treat you today.”

Jinyoung agreed readily, always happy to have someone treating him. They went to the shop, a quaint space in such a busy street. The warm air inside is welcomed by both of them. Jaebum frequent it enough that the barrista didn’t get shocked by him anymore. “Just plain black, right?” He asked Jinyoung standing to the side, looking at the assorment of pastries.

“You know me best, hyung.” He nodded with a small smile. Jinyoung kept eyeing one of the cakes on display though, so Jaebum order two slices of it to go as well, along with their coffee. Jinyoung only realised what he orderd once they received it.

“Hyung, you know we’re supposed to be dieting right now.” He fake sulked. So cute really.

“Weren’t you eyeing it before?” Jaebum said, a smile already forming, “a few bites of this won’t make you gain weight Jinyoung. We’ll work it away tommorow anyway.” He pushed open the door of the café to let themselvves out. Then, he realized something. It was snowing.

“Why’d you stop, hyung?” Jinyoung asked curiously from behind him. “Oh, it’s snowing.” Jaebum moved out of the way to let Jinyoung out as well. “Isn’t this the first snow of this season?”

“You’re right,” he mused, looking at jinyoung. The small drops of snow had been landing gently on his hair, it made him look even softer than usual. They both had forgotten you bring along anything to cover their heads today. Not that it’ll matter much since Jaebum’s apartement is just a few steps away. “Let’s go back quickly now, it’ll get colder soon.”

“Alright.” Jinyoung turned his body to the direction of his apartment, leading the way, “let’s go hyung.”

Jaebum just smiled softy at him. “Hey, Jinyoung,” he called. Jinyoung turned his head to look at him curiously.

“Yeah?” He replied back.

“I love you.”

Jinyoung flushed slightly at it. They rarely said it aloud, even just between they two of them, the amount of times it’s been said aloud can still be counted. Jinyoung finally gave his reply.

“I love you too, hyung.”

All is well.

[castleinutopia]

𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔-

[hyuckles-chuckles]

hold my hand — p. jinyoung

when jinyoung finally opens up a door, his feelings open up as well.

pairing ; park jinyoung x reader

genre ; fluff, humour, bff-to-bf!au, college!au · word count ; 0.7k · rating ; pg · warning(s) ; breaking and entering? sorta?

request ; “jinyoung + ‘take’ by jus2″ by anon

masterlist ; 2 years of adobe

a/n ; i haven’t watched his drama the ost is from, but i really want to ahh — but i hope y’all enjoy this! + past = italics

hold my hand is copyright 2020 hyuckles-chuckles, all rights reserved.

You walk out of your last lecture for the day, taking your phone out to call Jinyoung, when all of a sudden, he appears in front of you.

“(Y/N)!” he yells, causing you to jump, not expecting him to be there. “Where have you been?!”

“I’ve been in class, you psycho!” you exclaim as you hit his chest. “What are you doing—”

“I got it open,” he says quietly, moving closer towards you.

“You got it open?” you question, before realising what he was talking about. “You got it open!” you say as you give him a hug, one that few might say had lasted a second too long.

“Let’s go!” he says as he takes your hand and begins jogging towards the door that you both found on campus.

You first met Jinyoung when he was trying to pry the door open. You were walking down the passage and heard an aggravated growl, then the sound of something being kicked and then a cry. You walked towards the sounds and found him there, holding his foot.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, making your presence known.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asks you. “I’m trying to get this door open.”

“It says ‘don’t enter’ on it,” you inform him, pointing at the yellow sign.

“I’m just curious as to what’s behind it,” he mutters. He whimpers as he still holds his foot — he must’ve kicked the door pretty hard.

“I’m (Y/N),” you say extending your hand for him to shake.

“I’m Jinyoung,” he says taking your hand with one strong shake.

“Well, Jinyoung, would you like me to take you to the nurse?”

“Yes please,” he says, extending his arms so you could help him up.

“How did you get it open?” you ask him, excited that his goal from the beginning of the year had finally been accomplished.

“You’ll see,” he said quietly, his ears going a bit red.

“How did you get it open?” you say, stopping in your steps as you ask him strictly, a few feet away from the door.

“I did what I had to do!” he tried reasoning with you. “Don’t be mad!”

You walk past him, and down the passage, and you gasp at what he did to the door. “You took off the hinges!”

“I’ll put it back!” he defended himself, placing his hands on your back and pushing you towards the entrance of the door. “But you have to see this view — it’s ridiculous.”

“Jinyoung! I don’t want to be affiliated with this — wow.” The view was absolutely insane. All you could see was the blue sky and the surrounding buildings from your campus. You didn’t realise that the door would lead you to the roof and you were pleasantly surprised at the outcome.

“I know right,” Jinyoung sighed, pushing you further but you placed your hand on the doorframe, preventing him from moving you to the roof. “What’s wrong?”

“What if I fall?”

“Then I’ll hold your hand,” he smiled, taking your hand in his as he led you to the centre of the roof.

You sat down with him, still holding his hand, as you thought about all of the times you spent with Jinyoung in that dimly lit passage. You would sit and keep him company as he tried new ways to open the door. And over the months you spent with him, your weird friendship turned into something of the liking for the boy you held hands with. It was nice that he initiated moments like this, you would overthink a thing like this and think it as foolish.

“I wanted to tell you something,” Jinyoung said, turning to look at you. You turned to him, signifying that you were listening to him. “I wasn’t actually planning to get that door open all these months.”

“What?” you laughed.

“I will say, I was curious when I found the door on the day that we met. But when you asked me if I was going to keep on getting it open, I panicked and said yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I thought you were pretty, and that’s when I made a promise to myself that once I get this door open, I’ll ask you out on a date. Will you go on a date with me?” he asked, smiling at you with slightly blushed cheeks.

“You’re a psycho,” you deadpanned, giving him a peck on his surprised face. “But yes, you can take me out on a date.”

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© hyuckles-chuckles, 2020. please don’t copy or repost without permission.

[gotsevenphoenix]

Cookies

Park Jinyoung x reader 

WC: 

Genre: Fluff but implied mature content 

After coming out from the doctor's office for Jinyoung he asked if you would bake him some sugar cookies. You couldn't say no when he did his little baby voice, so here you are almost two hours later in the kitchen. 

“Jinyoung-ie!” You call out, “Cookies are done.” 

You hear rather fast foot-steps down the staircase, and a few seconds later you're met with said person wearing a face mask, and a bunny-ear headband.

“Um, I'm pretty sure that's my headband.”  

He disagrees by holding out his finger, and moving it side to side. 

“What do you mean no?”

“Fan gave it to me.” 

“Basically, and bare with me now, what they are trying to say is you need to wash your face more.” 

“Honestly, they are the best.” 

“Your fans are just as savage as you aren't they?” 

He nods proudly, and the mask slides half down his face. 

“Want some tea?” 

He sits on the kitchen island as he fixes the mask, “If you would be so kind as to pour me a cup.” 

You do so, and slap his hand away when he reaches for the steaming cookies. “Do you not see how hot they are?” 

“But I'm grown.” 

“Haha, alright,” You laugh, “Mister I-don't-know-how-to-make-a-doctor's-appointment, but you grown, grown, right?” 

Jinyoung gasps appalled, and holds his hand to his heart. “I've never felt more attacked in my life than I do now.” 

You make a face as you hand him his cup, “You're dramatic.” 

_______

You're arranging the cookies in a glass jar half an hour later before you suddenly throw the utensil that you are using, across the room to hit the artist singing passionately on the shoulder. 

“Yah!” 

“Ouch,” He whimpers, “What was that for?!” 

“You're not supposed to be talking, less likely singing!”

“I thought you forgot.” 

“I did but you are the one that should be listening to the doctor's orders, not me!” 

“Quit yelling at me,” He turns to you, “You know how emotional I can get.” 

You roll your eyes, “Stop talking, you're supposed to be resting your vocal chords or else you won't be in top conditions for your next concert.” 

“Did you really just throw tongs at me?” He says picking up said item from the floor. 

“Yes, now hand them back.” You reach for them, and once they are in your hand, you hit him again, softly, “Darling, hush, please,” 

After you finish your task, you go to your room where Jinyoung is sitting on the bed watching television. 

Your phone alerts you of a new message, and you go to grab it.

You look up at Jinyoung who watches you with a slight grin.

“Are you mad or not?” 

He tilts his head before resting himself against the headboard. 

“Jinyoung, it's the doctor's orders.” You say, trying to stifle a laugh because you know how much he hates not being able to talk to you about today's events before going to sleep. “Don't pout, you laugh.” 

He holds up his phone, and you wait for the text.

You throw the phone on the bed when you read the message, and cringe. “Ew, no, I hate using that word.” 

He grabs your hand and pulls you on top of him, “Please?”

“Jinyoung, please rest your throat. I'll use mine for the both of us, if I must.” 

He arched an eyebrow at the suggestion, “Please do not let me stop you.”

You hit his shoulder playfully when you get the innuendo and place a peck on his lip, he holds the back of your neck as you stare into his amber eyes, “You know, I love you.” 

“I love. . . myself too.” He says amused before busting out in laughter. 

“Wow,” You watch him in awe before scoffing and sitting up, legs on either side of his thighs, “You just ruined the mood, you were this close to getting this good-good tonight.” 

He abruptly stops his laughter, and in a serious tone he says, “Don't play with my feelings like that.” 

You bite down on your lip to help prevent you from laughing, but you can't, “Your face, you're an idiot.” 

“Y/N, I love you too.” 

You hold a finger to your mouth, and whisper, “You can't make a single sound,” You palm him from over his silk sleeping attire, “You should listen, or you'll be scowled by the producer when you go record.” 

“Is this a challenge?” 

“I know just how vocal you can get oppa,” You wink, and his member twitches in your hand.