#kim yugeyom

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Right Now

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Black!Reader

Genre: Angst, Light Fluff, Idol AU/Idolverse

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: One cuss word; Language; Mentions of lack of eating, but due to workaholic behavior.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: I wrote this forever ago and never posted it, which makes no sense. ​

One thing that fans and choreographers had in common was that tour season was a whirlwind experience that came at you fast and had you begging it to slow down. Though to be honest Hana didn’t really beg for it to slow down, she went wherever it took her and that meant more work than all of the “off season” combined. Something she didn’t mind and to a degree could admit to loving.

And that is where the problem arose.

Yugyeom had his own tour dates to prepare for. Events that were some of his first since GOT7 left JYPE. They made him more anxious than when he had his members to rely on, so he put in more work than usual. But none of it was overworking himself or not taking the time to breathe.

With his new career within the R&B world he’d promised himself he’d take a little more control and do what worked best for him and the life he wanted to lead, even outside of music. It was a must, and it was hard because he was used to the go, go, go lifestyle of idol life, but he wanted to take his time. He had all the time in the world for the fast paced, always moving shit when GOT7 got deep into preparations for their July comeback - something he looked forward to.

But while he waited and geared up for his solo activities, he tried to impart some of that wisdom onto Hana. That meant talking to her about it and getting her to take breaks no matter how small and no matter what hops he had to jump through to get her to give in.

Of course, she had obligations so she couldn’t just ditch jobs. It would make people second guess hiring her or get her blacklisted from working with companies if she changed up on them at the last minute. But the problem wasn’t how many choreographing and teaching roles she took on, or at least not the one Yugyeom felt he could validly argue against. No, the issue was that she was also helping out other friends. She would workshop choreo, act as a member for demos, help them get into different companies to showcase they were the right fit for their artists, and even teaching classes with them when they asked at the last minute.

It left her with so little time to do anything else. Yugyeom feared if she was eating like she should have or getting enough rest in her own bed, because she hadn’t entered his in weeks.

The worry he felt was low at the start of the season, but peaked once some artists began to make their way out a bit earlier than the rest. There were so many last-minute details and intensive work to put in. He barely got a text out of her or anyone he could usually reach out to get ahold of her. 

Even popping up wherever she told him yielded low results with him hoping the intimidating nature of being some of her clients' elder age and industry time wise would be enough to ensure they got her to eat or drink something when he dropped it off.

After a while it went from pure worry to agitation. Something that made him lie in bed at night staring at the ceiling as he thought about it until he picked up his phone.

Yugyeom: You at home?

Minutes ticked by with him staring at the screen awaiting an answer, to the point that he found himself a little pissed off and ready to call her, but before he could his phone buzzed a few times.

Hana: No, in the studio

Hana: I had to finalize that killing part for P1Harmony’s new comeback

Hana: I thought I told you???

Yugyeom’s anger didn’t subside despite her answering him, in fact her words seemed to just maintain how upset he was.

Yugyeom: You said it didn’t need to be done for two weeks. Did they push it up?

Hana: No

Yugyeom: So, you’re finishing it at 2AM 2 weeks early because….?

Hana: Because I want it done

Hana: Not rocket science. I got the time so might as well

There were many times in life that Yugyeom wanted to cuss someone out or simply scream and that was indeed one of them. It was like she didn’t know how she sounded, but he knew better than that. Hana knew exactly what she was doing and what he was calling her out on, but she wouldn’t cop to it. No, she preferred to do the thing where she played dumb until he said it outright and even then, she would deny, deny, deny.

It took several deep breaths to get him to calm down and respond to her.

Yugyeom: Come here and I’ll help you

Hana: I’m not falling for your tricks to see me. I’ll see you in a few days

Yugyeom: For work

Hana: And dinner after

He was going to push the issue, but just as began to type another message came through.

Hana: Gotta go. Ireh is back and we’re starting up. Go to sleep. Love you!

Naturally, he knew that she wouldn’t respond to him after that, so Yugyeom threw his phone across the bed. Or he tried to, but the slight force behind it made it bounce and hit the floor instead. He winced hearing it but made zero move to pick it up. All his focus was on Hana. The woman who drove him up the wall but who he loved endlessly. 

The thing was he got it. There was no one more understanding than Yugyeom because he lived the life of someone whose work needed a lot of his energy and time spent with people like Monster Woo and other dancers showed him how much went into what they did. How much it could strain things. But all he saw was Hana running herself into the ground for no reason.

Of course, he had to admit part of it was for selfish reasons on his part. He wanted more time with her, even if it was a quick meal and falling asleep together. Spending quality time is something he loved to do with her, and he’d missed out on for months. However, the much larger reason was because he knew her and knew she was in her own head. Knew that a lot of the pressure to work, work, work stemmed from her need to keep herself relevant and employed in an industry that could truly break a foreigner, especially a Black one. She’d made a name for herself long ago and had the backing in the US, but working mostly in K-Pop was something new and she hated to fail at such a challenge.

That was the thing that kept him from losing his shit with her, but it was also the straw to break the camel's back. There was nothing left in him that said he should continue to let it slide, to not push harder for her to take a step or two back. Lines like telling her friends and colleagues to not reach out were ones he wouldn’t cross, but as he drifted off that night, he’d decided that he would put his foot down. 

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Days went by with Yugyeom not reaching out to Hana after their last text conversation. She wasn’t surprised that he’d stopped talking; he had two comebacks and tour dates to prepare for. Not that that was the reason he’d cut off communication attempts. Hana was smart enough to know he was worried and probably pissed with her. Something she hated but knew she couldn’t control since she had things to get done and not a lot of time to do them.

Tour season meant a lot of work and she was no stranger to pouring a lot of herself into it, so she rolled with the punches without much complaint. Which didn’t make him happy with her, but she knew it was something she could manage. Something she could explain to him to get him to understand.

Talking to him was in that plan once she arrived at the dance studio that he was preparing for his tour in. She was a choreographer for some songs and might go with him. Though with all the opportunities that rolled her way it looked unlikely that she would. 

Another thing he would be upset with her about.

Upon her arrival she assaulted with the smell of food. As she walked further into the building those smells intensified and she basically drowned in them as she entered the break room area that the studio housed. 

Everyone sat or leaned against something eating and paying her no mind. It was confusing because she thought they’d agreed to have lunch before coming in, but things had seemingly changed. All without her being in the know, something that she could have brushed off as an over thought if not for the momentary eye contact, she made with Yugyeom as he got up to grab a drink. His expression was blank as he looked at her and before she could blink, he turned around and went back to his seat without a word.

It was clear he was icing her out, which made her upset and a little angry. Not that she had time to process or call him on it, because the moment he sat down people noticed her presence and Ireh popped up and ushered her to the table she was sat at.

“We’re going to start a little later, so get comfortable. I’ll grab you something,” Ireh said.

Hana opened her mouth to tell her she was fine, but then her stomach growled, and she became all too aware of her hunger. She’d had a late night and got to sleep even later. So, in order to get the bare minimum of enough rest she’d slept in longer than she would have preferred and grabbed a pastry from the convenience store on the way. She’d planned to eat another snack before they started because she needed to and because eating a lot before dancing wasn’t something that she loved. But if she was hungry enough for her stomach to make sounds, she knew that she needed to eat something more. Plus, she had more time than she thought.

Another thing that wasn’t shared with her.

That made her irritation spike, so as she shrugged off her hoodie and dropped her bag Hana found her gaze drifting to Yugyeom. He was carefully spooning rice into his mouth as he messed around on his phone, only looking up when someone spoke to him and making sure to never even turn his head in her direction.

His behavior wasn’t something Hana never experienced before, she’d endured the silent treatment a few times before and it sucked every time. However, when it was about something that was work related and part of her livelihood it pissed her off. Even if there was a whisper in her head voicing the reminder that she could slow down some and not push herself so hard. That she had enough jobs for the season and could chill the hell out. The voice was right, but she wasn’t one to acknowledge that when she knew she could keep pushing and be fine.

So, being upset with him would withstand. At least that was what she tried to convey by glaring at a man who refused to give her the time of day.

Before she could do anything drastic, like walk over to his table, Ireh returned with two containers and a bottle of water. Hana took them carefully and was surprised to find kimchi-jjigae inside one. It was the typical food delivered for a work lunch, but it was a favorite of hers and something she craved whenever she worked a lot. 

Something Ireh knew.

Once Ireh took a seat and began eating again Hana opened her mouth to thank her, but the woman shook her head.

“I barely even knew we were getting lunch today. You know who picked it out.”

“But he…”

“Hana, you know better,” Ireh said, but in Korean that time.

Though she often spoke both when talking to Hana there was something about the way she switched to it in order to scold that made Hana shrink into herself a little. It wasn’t that her feelings were hurt, but she did know better. Plus, Ireh was the oldest of four children, so she had the older sister act down pact, even if she only had less than a year over Hana in age.

Hana sighed. “I know.”

“If you know, then act like it.”

From there they ate in silence. The food was delicious, so Hana had zero problem finishing it and even after she was done the usual fullness never came. Which made her curse herself for clearly not eating enough especially because it wasn’t her intention, she just got easily wrapped up in things and forgot.

Once everyone finished, they cleaned up, and there were several minutes of sitting before everyone moved into the practice room. Hana brought up the rear and went to close the door behind them but was cut off by Yugyeom slipping into the room. He handed her a sports drink and continued to walk past her.

Or tried to but was stopped when Hana grabbed hold of his wrist.

“Yugyeom,” she whispered.

At first, she thought he would pull away, but after a few seconds he turned to her with an expression much gentler than the one he’d greeted her with.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I don’t have to do a lot of things, baby. But I do them because I want to and because sometimes people neglect to get them done.”

Not another word was said as he walked away, mostly because Hana couldn’t find any to say. There was the care behind his actions in those words, but she couldn’t miss the dig at the end. She knew it wasn’t meant to be all that hurtful, but she also knew he was being a little mean on purpose. Something that he wasn’t often, and she was unsure if she was angry, hurt, or simply upset that they’d reached that point.

In order to not have to figure that out she took a breath and stood off to the side while the head choreographer and tour manager spoke to them. When all information was disseminated they got to work going over the choreo with those who’d created it. Though the songs she’d worked on were early in the set list she went last and the entire time she refused to meet Yugyeom’s eyes.

Despite the tension they worked through the moves easily and corrected anything that seemed off. It was hyper professional between them and to a degree that made her feel worse, but the alternative of letting feelings leak through wasn’t any better.

After an hour and a half of going through everything they took a small break and Yugyeom tossed her a protein bar before taking a seat on the floor to catch his breath. The urge to say something flared, but Hana just took a seat and ate the bar without question.

Twenty minutes later they were back into the groove of things, but instead of checking for issues they decided to tackle the set list as it was. Most of the people he’d worked with weren’t coming with him, so it was the dancers with him while everyone else watched carefully.

Part of Hana wanted to sit it out because she may not have been going, but also because she was in a petty mood. The more time she and Yugyeom spent with negative emotions looming over them the more annoyed she got, and it was hard to push it down or reason with herself. But instead of taking that step back she got into position.

Keeping her mind from wandering wasn’t hard when she was dancing. It was her passion, so Hana always found joy in doing it. Especially because she’d been so happy when Yugyeom asked her to work on some of the choreo for him. She’d done so on some of GOT7’s music but working closely with the man she loved when he held the same passion as her put her over the moon. A feeling that found its way into her as she danced alongside him.

Their run through went off without a hitch and they were able to do it with very few breaks. Once it was finished, they all took a moment to catch their breath and then any issues were pointed out before they did it again. The second time around included moments where he would stop to talk or to head backstage for a bit, so it was less taxing and also showed there was a better flow of things.

Usually that would have been the end of it, but it was decided on one more run through. Yugyeom had been singing the other two times so to preserve his voice they just let the track play and he lip synced the lyrics. During that practice he found his flow in a way that wasn’t present before and interacted with the dancers more. Hana effortlessly played off that and more often than before they ended up close together dancing in a way that wasn’t so scandalous that they looked like they were five seconds from fucking, but enough to fit the vibe and the sexiness of some of the songs.

With the last song, Hana found they stared into each other’s eyes more than they had most of the day and so it took a moment to snap out of it and walk away once the music stopped. They managed to do so and keep to themselves as they listened to the tour manager again. Everyone was happy with the practice so it ended and though Hana knew most of them liked to leave quickly the speed in which everyone got out of there was next level.

In about two minutes only she and Yugyeom were left, and he was at the door with his hand held out to her. Again, the urge to be petty arose in her, but she’d gone a long time without any physical touch from him that wasn’t dance related and she craved it. So, after she grabbed her bag, she walked forward and laced her fingers in his.

Neither spoke as he led them out of the studio and to the car that he’d hired to drive them around. As they sat in silence, they continued to hold hands and didn’t stop until Yugyeom motioned her into the restaurant they’d planned to go to for dinner. The host led them to a private room and to Hana’s surprise JayB and Youngjae were already there. Both men were often late to dinners.

“Did you even shower?” Youngjae asked as he got up to hug them.

Hana rolled her eyes. “No time.”

“At least she’s not as stinky as him,” Jaebeom said as they switched, and he hugged her.

“Hyung,” Yugyeom whined.

That got a laugh out of everyone and that meant a pouting Yugyeom as they took their seats. A server appeared the moment their butts touched down and they ordered and awaited the drinks.

“So how did it go?” Jaebeom asked.

“It went well. Most of it was already ready, so from here on out it’s just correcting any problems and making sure that we’re one hundred percent happy with how the set list flows,” Yugyeom said.

“That’s good. I know it can be nerve wrecking to do the first solo show, plus it’s in person. Making sure it’s just right means you’ll do great,” Jaebeom said.

“I hope so.”

“Ah, our baby is nervous,” Youngjae teased.

More pouting ensued as they all laughed and Jaebeom reached over to pinch his cheek, earning a light slap to the hand which only made them laugh harder.

It took a few minutes before they settled and their drinks arrived in that time. In the restaurant they went to drinks were fast, but food was slow because they prided themselves in being made to order so most of the food was unprepped.

“Speaking of preparing, how is all the tour stuff going with the different artists, Hana?” Youngjae asked.

Something about the question excited her, but also felt heavy. As if she was beyond tired.

“Good. I thank the heavens that most have been doing online concerts and don’t have a lot of new music coming before tour. It makes it so that we’re mostly just going over things and learning a handful of new choreo. Most pick it up fast, but some of the rookies are so new to it that their nerves are making it harder for them to keep up. But I enjoy being able to help them through it.”

Jaebeom nodded. “I don’t know how you do it. Dance has been in my life a long time and b-boying could take a lot out of you, so I can’t imagine doing it as much as you do. Hell, as much as either of you do. And Gyeomie finds time to do it for fun.”

Hana glanced at Yugyeom, who’d gotten quiet, before saying anything.

“Yeah, it can be a lot, but you get used to it.”

“I just hope you’re taking care of yourself.”

Before Jaebeom finished his sentence Yugyeom scoffed, but Hana ignored it.

“I’m doing my best,” she said.

Another noise was heard but it was softer than the last in a way that Hana almost missed it. What she didn’t miss was the way that Yugyeom rolled his eyes.

If it was anyone else besides his members in that room she would have been embarrassed, but they knew how he could get and saw both of them at their worst. There was nothing they would judge them for or at least all judgment would come from a place of friendship and not rudeness.

Regardless of that it annoyed her, and she wanted to ask him about it, but instead took a deep breath and a sip of her drink. 

Seconds ticked by in silence before Youngjae broke the tension or tried to break it, because it didn’t let up even a little.

“So, you ready to go on tour with him? I know you haven’t done one in a few years, and you said you miss it.”

Anger gave way to discomfort then, and Hana paused for way too long.

“Uh… yeah. Some things have come up and so I might not get the chance to do it. But I am looking forward to it.”

“You might not go?” Yugyeom asked, shock and anger coloring his words.

“Yeah, I was going to tell you…”

“When?”

“After dinner. I thought we could talk then.”

Yugyeom’s face was stoic, and it was clear he fought to keep it and not allow anything else to color his expression as he looked at her. For several seconds all he did was stare, before he turned his head to look across the table.

“Hyungs,” he said, voice shaky.

Neither of them said anything, just nodded and got up. As they exited Hana heard Jaebeom mention sitting at the bar to give them a moment to themselves, but she was more focused on Yugyeom who’d risen from his seat and began to pace the room.

“Yugyeom,” she said softly.

Hearing his name didn’t stop his pacing or even get him to look in her direction.

“Yugyeom.”

Again nothing.

“Kim Yugyeom.”

That time there was a bit of anger in her voice, and she didn’t know if that did the trick or the use of his full name, but he finally stopped pacing and turned to her. She watched as he visibly took a deep breath and then leaned against the wall behind him.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” he asked.

Hana sighed. “I kn…”

“That was rhetorical. You know how worried I’ve been. You’ve had me checking in on you over the phone. Bringing you food and getting you to take moments to rest. You’ve seen my hold back because I know how you work, and I know it can be intense. I know that you do things a certain way and while it may seem like too much to be doing to me that you view it a different way. I know this industry is iffy and you committing to working mostly for this country’s industry is a lot because of the extra bs that comes with you not being Korean. I let shit slide because of those things. I put aside my worries because of those things, because I’m trying to be understanding. But there are limits.

“You push and push until you push me away. You’ve barely spoken to me for more than an hour in total over the last month. I have to work harder than one should to get proof you’re okay. To make sure that you’re eating and drinking. To ensure that you’re getting the rest that you need. And you don’t give a fuck.”

Throughout his speech Hana felt guilt creep in, but something about that last sentence shoved it down.

“I don’t care? How are you going to sit here and tell me that I don’t care? As if I haven’t been doing my best to keep in contact and as if I don’t always thank you for the things you do to take care of me. I’ve been busy, Yugyeom. You know how much comes up during these months and how much busier I get as tour dates get closer.”

“Fuck that busy shit!” he shouted.

That brought them to a standstill. Not because Hana felt threatened or anything, they cussed all the time so it slipping into an angry conversation didn’t faze her. But the way he raised his voice surprised her a little. It wasn’t scary, but it wasn’t like him to yell even though it had been softer than most people’s.

“Baby…” she trailed off.

Yugyeom’s face shifted from anger to a deep set frown and gentle eyes that told her he was tired and worried. Much more than he was letting on.

“I just… I want to take care of you, and I want you to take care of yourself. I get that you work hard, but you can work hard and also relax. Take moments to breathe. Have some sort of fun. You get into this work mode where it’s like you can’t seem to do anything else, even when there isn’t much else to do. And I get it, baby I do, but there has to be a line. 

“And I’m selfish. Outside of you being healthy I miss you. I’ve barely seen you for a month and it’s not like we haven’t crossed paths. I miss being able to spend time with you. Making up dances in the studio just because it’s fun, taking small trips for a day or two, you yelling at me because you hate the way that I cook, and just falling asleep by your side. I haven’t held you in forever.”

As he spoke Hana rose from her seat and moved over to Yugyeom, wrapping her arms around his waist before she pulled him close. She knew she’d not been thinking about herself much and just going with the fact that she felt fine as an indicator on if she needed a break. It worked for her, but it was a dangerous way to live and despite how much she hated to realize it, lack of eating alone was enough for her to know she wasn’t as well as she thought.

That coupled with the neglect of her relationship was a reality check of epic proportions. She’d expected Yugyeom to just go with her schedule without throwing him a bone in terms of even a little affection. Plus, there was the depriving of her own touch and time needs. All of it showed her that she’d been a mess masquerading as someone with their shit together for weeks.

“I know and I’m sorry. I got wrapped up in it all and forgot myself. But even so, I shouldn’t have forgotten your needs. Forgotten that I would have to put in the effort to fix things when I finally came down to reality and not just expected you to be understanding or that I could explain it away. You deserve better than that and I’m sorry I was giving you less than.”

Yugyeom wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. His body relaxed and so did hers. Not everything was solved, and it was something they would need time to get over, but Hana knew it was the start of a good thing and that she would do better. 

After a few moments Yugyeom moved away a bit and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. It was gentle and came with a spark that made it feel like the first time. A testament to how long she’d been in self-imposed exile of his touch.

As he pulled away from her, she made the mental note to overhaul her planner to work better for herself and her relationship.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you more.”

Yet another pout took form and as his lips parted to argue the boys reentered the room with the server right behind them.

“Sorry,” Youngjae said.

Hana waved them off. “You’re fine. We’re good.”

“Really?” Jaebeom asked.

“Yes.”  

A squeeze of the hand was all she needed to be sure of it.

They enjoyed the meal without the heavy weight of tension in the room and despite how she needed to get across town the next morning Hana went with Yugyeom to his apartment without argument. She said she would do better and that needed to be immediate.

Plus, when she woke up a little later than she’d planned she couldn’t be mad, because being wrapped in his arms was the best night sleep she’d gotten in a while. She planned for it to be a repeat performance for at least a week straight.

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Mark

When Mark saw you on the couch he rolled his eyes. You were so damn dramatic and he left you alone to get himself ready for bed. He told Milo to keep you company while he took a shower and was happy to find the little dog curled up on your chest while you watched a movie. Mark sat in the chair across from the couch and cleared his throat. He asked if you planed on sleeping out here and when you told him yes, he groaned. He ran a hand through his hair and stood up, walking over to you. He blocked the view of the tv and crossed his arms over his chest before he told you to get your ass up and get to bed. He flat out refused to let you sleep on the couch and continued to clock the tv until you gave in. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist before he kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry, baby. You know I love you, right? Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

Jaebeom

Jaebeom stood outside on the balcony, staring out at the world as he sipped on his beer. It was getting late and he knew he needed to head to bed, you couldn’t sleep that good without him beside you. Even though he was annoyed with you, Jaebeom would never let you go to sleep mad, it wasn’t good for either of your health. Downing the late few sips of his beer, Jaebeom walks inside and he’s surprised when he sees you laying on the couch. He asked what you were doing and rolls his eyes when you tell him that you’re going to sleep on the couch. Heading into the bathroom, Jaebeom get himself ready for bed and goes right back out to the living room. He grabs hold of your ankles and holds them up before he sits down and rests them in his lap. He makes himself comfortable before he licks his lips and looks over at you from the corner of his eyes.

“So, are we going to take this out first? You know you can’t sleep out here with the cats. They always keep you up.”

Jinyoung

It was getting late and you hadn’t come to bed yet. Jinyoung took his glasses off and set them on the nightstand along with the book he was reading. He glanced at the clock one more time to double check the time before he got out of bed. He went right to the living room, since that was the last place he saw you and sure enough you were passed out on the couch. Your eyes were puff and he could see the dried tears on your cheeks. He sighed and shook his head, how could he be upset with you now? The fight was stupid really, you hadn’t asked Jinyoung to do much, but he was crabby from work. He didn’t mean to snap at you...the moment those words left his mouth he knew he fucked up. He watched you sleep for a few more moments before he called you name softly to wake you up.

“Y/N...baby, wake up. Hey, let’s go to bed, yeah?”

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Jackson

Jackson had tears in his eyes. He hated fighting with you and he really didn’t mean to yell, but he was just so frustrated. You walked into the bedroom and silently gathered up everything you needed to get ready for bed. Jackson wiped at his face and frowned as he watched. Where were you going? Were you leaving him? “Babe...?” The panic in Jackson’s voice made you freeze for a moment. You told him you weren’t going anywhere, just wanted to sleep alone for the night. Alone? Jackson hadn’t slept without you in his arms since you moved in. How could he sleep alone? When you left the room, Jackson weighed the pros and cons of following you. He was sure that you would be annoyed with him, but he didn’t really care. He couldn’t let you go to bed mad at him. Getting out of bed, Jackson ran to the living room and dived onto the couch that you had just finished setting up. He held out his hands and pouted as he looked up at you.

“C-can we still cuddle?”

Youngjae

The fight happened a few hours ago and Youngjae had clamed down since then. He put dinner away and his ears perked up when he heard Coco’s little nails clicking on the floor towards the front door. He held his breath and listened as you spoke to the little dog, telling her that it would be a quick walk since you were tired. The door opened and closed shortly after, you voice fading behind the door as you walked down the hall. Youngjae took the chance to wash up and get ready for bed. He laid in bed, relaxing, checking his Instagram while he waited for you to get back. He heard the door open and close, Coco barking happily as she ran around the couch. Youngjae could hear you moving about and he waited for you to join him in bed. He knew the two of you needed to apologize, that was the only way he could get a good sleep with you in his arms. After fifteen minutes, Youngjae got out of bed to see what was taking you so long. When he saw you on the couch he frowned and when he saw Coco he shouted in disbelief. How dare you steal Coco away and deny him of his late night cuddles. He walked up to the couch and bent down to speak to Coco, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Yha! Cocoah, how could you betray me like this? I’m all alone in that big bed and you’re out here on this little couch. Come on, there’s so much more room on that big bed...will you join me?”

Bambam

Bambam kept his distance from you after the fight. He didn’t have much of anything to say to you, to be honest. He was lost in thought, replaying the fight, trying to figure out what had even started it. It took a lot to make Bambam mad and you had spared no shots as the two of you shouted at each other. As night time came about, Bambam took his time making sure all the cats were taking care of before he decided to jump in the shower and try to wash the stress of the fight away. Once out of the shower, Bambam was confused when he didn’t see you laying in bed, Latte was curled in your spot happily cleaning his paws. Bambam picked the cat up and kissed the top of his head, “Where is our favorite person, huh?” Bambam almost dropped poor Latte when he saw you laying on the couch with a blanket and Cupcake. He sighed and walked over to you with a hand outstretched. 

“Come on y/n. You can’t sleep out here.”

Yugyeom

That was a nasty fight and much like Jackson, Yugyeom walked away before he could or do anything that he would regret. He felt bad about walking out and leaving you all alone, but he needed to clear his head. You both had valid reasons to be mad at each other...but did that really matter if it hurt you both? Yugyeom looked at the time on his phone and cursed, he didn’t realize that he had stayed out so late. Rushing back home, Yugyeom crept inside the  house, shutting the front door behind him as quietly as he could. He walked through the living room and paused in his steps. There you were sound asleep on the couch, your face looked puffy...had you cried yourself to sleep? DalKyum was curled up on your chest and Yugyeom felt his heart throb painfully. Silently, Yugyeom went into the bedroom and got himself ready for bed before he came back out to the living room and scooped you and DalKyum into his arms. He carried the both of you to bed and wrapped you up tightly in his arms.

“I’m sorry y/n...”

[jinyoungsir]

→ Hello, it’s me again. Just a dumb JJP stan.

[nicelegsjackson]

💕💕💕

[just-some-random-blogger]

Juice Box

[BLURB IX]

GOT7 Pre-Schooler!Bambam x Reader Characters: Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam, mention of Kim Yugyeom and Park Jinyoung Summary:  You were the new student at pre-school and Bambam was so NOT going to give you his other juice box. Word Count: 360+ Warnings: Crack-ish, fluff, kid tantrums (not vivid though), almost crying, pre-school life basically, etc.

A/N: yo wazzup, i’m abusing my use of internet @ school 

haha

uhm again the header is just because i write on my notebook, this isn’t a series so YAH, which is why is also no long chronological ha

Bambam, with his chubby cheeks and plump lips, embraced the juice box in his hands, as if it was his most precious possession. It was apple, his least favorite flavor, but he nevertheless refused to share to this new student—you, simply because you didn’t have one and he knowingly had two.

No one said he had to; his teacher was far too pre-occupied with a crying Yugyeom to notice his selfishness… but he just knew it would it would come next, y’know.

Plus, you looked lonely and absolutely miserable in that ladybug outfit.

No one talked to you either, but then again had anyone recently to Bambam because the entire pre-school class was pre-occupied with snack time.

Oh no.

You looked like you were about to cry.

Please don’t.

It was extremely annoying to Bambam when other kids cried. His chest always felt heavy when he saw someone teary-eyed and red faced, so  p l e a s e  don’t!

“Here,” Bambam spoke, handing you the apple juice. “Don’t cry. You can have my juice. It’s my least favorite flavor anyway.”

You looked at Bambam, eye glossy. Oh no, it was starting. Bambam’s chest started to constrict slightly. He pouted and took your hands, placing the beloved juice box in them. “You can’t say no.”

You looked at the juice box.

Bambam tilted his head, “Wae? Can’t you open it?” He looked at your for a moment and took your silence as an answer, “It’s fine, it’s hard for me too.” Bambam took the box back and detached the straw. He shut an eye and with one blow, struck his target perfectly, “I’m getting good at it though. Here.”

You reluctantly took a sip on the drink while Bambam bit on his sandwich. He liked sandwiches.

“My name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam by the way. But you can call me Bambam. Everyone calls me that.”

You blinked at him.

“Don’t want to speak? That’s fine. I like talking anyway.” Bambam nodded and scootched over to your side, “Now… Jinyoung and I were coloring this BIG coloring book and I thought you should know that I DID NOT color out of the lines…”

[king-yuggy]

Smutty Masterlist (”18+”)

🌟Got7

Scenarios

Jackson - Brutal Warnings

Jinyoung - Change Positions

Youngjae - Barberry - Kitten - First Day - Deep Tissue

Yugyeom  - Hot and Bothered - Connection: Part 1, Part 2 - Patience -Passengers Seat - Sway

Random Writings / Imagines

My sexual views on each member

I’m a slut for Park Jinyoung (fluffy morning sex)

Christ keep me away from Kim Yugyeom (fluffy love making)

WHOA WHAT THE FUCK IS UP YUGYEOM (honestly I have no idea)

MTL

Experimental

Open to Interracial Dating

Into Face/Throating

🌟NCT

coming soon...

🌟SHINee

coming soon...

🌟B.A.P

coming soon...

🌟BTS

coming soon...

🌟Solo

Scenarios

Jay Park - Overload

Note: Feel free to request anyone from any group especially members who don’t have a lot of smutty scenarios :’) I got yalls horny lil backs

Request here {closed} --- Rules/Suggestions

Favorite Works:

Note: The works below aRE NOT MINE!!!! But I really enjoyed them and recommend them :)! All credit goes to the authors.

🌟Got7

Scenarios

JB - Weak, Bad Girl - Dinner - Late Night Skype Call - Not So Dominant - Stop; Don’t Stop - A Fan-Sign To Remember - Series: Taming the Brat

Jinyoung - Switched Mail - Cute - Cockslut

Youngjae - Series: You’re Mine (ft. Mark) - Shamelessly Dominant

Yugyeom - Dine In - Just Ask - Baby Boy Yugyeom - Move to the Rhythm - Video Message

Reactions

GF Twitching from Intense Sex

updated: 07.27.18

[stankpopagain]

list of random kpop related things that haunt me at spontaneous moments of my day that literally no one asked for part 2

taemin’s version of mama

oH! my god! nAmJa!!

oi fELiX! comE hEre brO

marknae vs maknae (ft. the loudass peanut gallery aka backstage crew)

hani vs changsub (ft. bomi vs sungjae)

“oh my god this line is like my leg its too short”

bambam’s touch my body (aka the only version that exists)

december 18 2017 [bYE]

1pm... AM, oh, 1am... oNE aM?!

jimin causing kevin and jae to have a mental breakdown

jung jung (aka zhu zhengting) and eunki’s dance (same yoo jung, same)

key being able to memorize a dance after watching it twice

“how you know? hOw YoU kNoW iM nOt BiG?”

“ne ga jae demori” (ft. hee sibling love)

youngjae vs dandelion

mark’s nose scrunch

“7-eleven” (ft yugyeom’s cackle)

topdogg’s infamous pepero game

fetus exo high note battle

shinee’s reaction to rolling camera between their legs

current haunting count: 367

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[noona-clock]

Got7 when you send them a finger heart

As requested by this cute anon!! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs used in this post.

-Admin B

JB

Jaebum would be embarrassed and shy whenever you send him a finger heart, especially if you’re out in public. He would try to hide his cringing smile, his cheeks growing a nice shade of pink. In private, he would send you one back - begrudgingly.

Mark

This cutie fluffball would immediately send you a finger heart back, no matter where you were, no matter who was watching. Your hearts would always make him smile and feel better if he’s stressed out or down for some reason.

Jackson

When Jackson sees your finger heart, he would say “No, a finger heart is not good enough. I need a kiss.” Every. Single. Time.

Jinyoung

This savage would pretend to catch your finger heart, throw it on the floor, and smash it with his shoe. And this would be your way of knowing he really loves you.

Youngjae

“Wait, don’t move.” Youngjae would think you look extra cute sending him a finger heart, so he would want to take a picture. That way you could always send him a heart, even if you weren’t there with him. He would literally keep the picture with him at all times.

BamBam

BamBam would respond to your finger heart with a dab - or whatever dance move is popular (and annoying) at the time. He would also sneak in a finger heart of his own somehow.

Yugyeom

This angel, like Mark, would always send you one back, even if he’s feeling shy. He loves how he can express his feelings for you in such a simple way without having to actually say anything. You know when he sends you a finger heart, he’s telling you he loves you.

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[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

A Nasty Girl Agenda {Kim Yugyeom}

Prompt:  YUGYEOM AND 6. OH MY GOD PLEASE, I HAVENT SEEN A GOOD YUGYEOM BLOWJOB FIC YET THIS WOULD MAKE MY YEAR 💕 ||  Requests Open || Smut Game

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Word Count: 725

Warning: Raunchy (?)

**AHHH I’M FEELING REALLY PRESSURED RIGHT NOW !!! Kidding, kidding, hope I made your year ;)

Credit

“Nasty girls love giving head," Yugyeom grunted, looking down at me with heavily hooded eyes. I sat on my haunches, tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his throbbing cock. I wink up at him and he whimpers, tightening his grip in my hair, "Are you a nasty girl?" I stop my actions of circling his tip like a lollipop to answer his question,

"I don't know, do you think I'm nasty?" I tease, grabbing the base of his cock, and letting my tongue continue its onslaught, before wrapping my lips around him and sucking on the sensitive tip, his pre-cum leaking onto my taste buds.

"Fuck yeah!" He groans and although he tries to fight his urge to thrust into my mouth, it doesn't work and soon enough my lips meet my fist, "You're such a nasty girl," Yugyeom whines, and I decide to let him use my mouth at his own pace, letting my hand fall to his sac, gently rolling them in my hand, "On your knees, sucking my cock," His voice is higher than normal, his eyes focused on watching his cock moving in and out of my mouth, "I bet you're soaking through your panties, just from sucking my cock because that's how nasty girls act," His words sent shocks straight to my clit, the nub throbbing, "I know you want to touch yourself," Yugyeom pulls back, his cock completely leaving my mouth, "Go ahead, tell me how wet you are," I push my hand down my sweat, fingers quickly finding my slit, my eyes widening at how wet I was. "You're soaked aren't you?"

"I'm so soaked," I run a finger down my slit, pulling it out my pants to show him and he hisses shaking his head,

"It's because you're a nasty girl, I want you to touch yourself while I fuck your mouth, okay?" I nod, eagerly shoving my hand back down my sweats, fingers quickly finding my aching clit. "If you feel like you're close I want you to stop....you don't get to cum until I cum, okay?" I nod again, slowing down my movements against my clit, "Good, now open that pretty little mouth for me again." I open my mouth for him, his hand on the back of my head, pushing down his length until my nose hit his neatly trimmed hairs. I swallow around him, earning a small fuck before he begins to move in and out of my mouth again, each thrust a little more forceful than the last. I moan around him, fingers desperately rubbing over my slick nub, my orgasm so close, "Uh huh, no cumming until I cum," I groan around him but move my fingers down my slit, pushing two of them, pass my swollen lips, curling them against my soft spot. "Don't worry baby, I'm so close," I moan around him again, my free hand coming up to roll his sac in my hand, knowing those two things turned him on the most. I could feel how heavy his balls were with his cum and I could feel them tightening in my grasp. I begin to ground the palm of my hand against my clit, building up the familiar feeling in my stomach again. I swallow around his once more, looking up into his eyes, knowing that he got off on the power play. "F-fuck, ugh, ugh, ahhh," He pulls out of my mouth and strokes himself twice before cumming across my face, some landing in my hair,

"Are you serious?"  I scold but I don't finish my thought as my thighs are clamping around my hand, my orgasm hitting me hard and quick. I pulled my hand from my sweats, frowning at how soaked in juices it was,

"You're a mess," Yugyeom pouts, pulling his pants up from his ankles,

"Yah, no thanks to you," I snap, standing on shaky legs, my breathing heavy,

"Well, get yourself together then feel free join me and my hyungs downstairs," He gives me a once over again before walking out the door of our shared bedroom, I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief, you suck a guy's dick and he does you like this.

"Fucker!"

"I heard that!"

[rapmoniepapi]

Daily Bf!Yugyeom texts!

(How is this Bc this is my first got7 text request 😅)

[milfgyuu]

Welcome Home → Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Fem!Reader Tags: 1k, Dad!AU, Soft Fluff, Part of the ‘Little Things’ series, hints at struggles with infertility. Summary: The feeling of becoming first time parents suddenly sets in as you bring your newborn daughter home for the first time.

Home. After four days in the hospital following your daughter’s delivery, home is exactly where you wanted to be. Where you could sleep in your own bed and bathe in the comfort of your own bathroom. Where you could finally find some peace and quiet and stop living out of a duffle bag.

The only thing you would miss about the hospital was the around-the-clock care from the nurses in your first few days as a new mother. They taught you how to hold your tiny newborn, how to swaddle her; They helped you learn to nurse when you were exhausted, tears falling down your face. They were there for every question or concern that popped into your head and now you were without their reassurance and expertise.

Thankfully, you had the best support system in the world, starting with your husband, Yugyeom. Your soulmate is a better way to describe him. He’s the one person who knows you better than anyone else in the world, maybe even yourself. Yugyeom knows what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling, or what you need before you verbalize it.

But, Yugyeom is also new to this and although he is ready to jump in and assist you wherever and whenever you need it, you know he’s just as nervous as you are. You could see it in the way he trembles when he changes her; His nerves on edge as he tries to delicately maneuver her tiny arms through the sleeves of her onesies. You could see it in the way he listened intently to the nurse’s every word when they helped him give the first sponge bath in the hospital, asking a million questions, though the kind woman hadn’t seemed to mind a bit.

Pulling in to the driveway in front of your home, Yugyeom cut the engine but neither of you made to move right away. The prospect of being home and unsupervised with your tiny infant daughter too overwhelming. They always say ‘You’ll know what to do once they’re here’ but you most certainly would have appreciated an instructional manual on how to care for such a small delicate creature.

You’re still lost in your thoughts when Yugyeom comes to your side of the car and opens the door for you with a soft smile, reaching his hand out to help you move, your body still a little too tender and exhausted to get around much on your own.

“Can you walk, baby?” He asks and you can hear the concern in his tone, “I can carry you inside if it’s too far to walk.”

“No, no, I can make it,” You chuckle, using his hands for support to exit the tall SUV, but he still doesn’t let you go once you’re standing.

“Wait just a minute,” He asks with an expectant look, kissing your brow before opening the back door and gently extricating the baby’s car seat, tucking its handle in his elbow before shutting the door and reaching for your hand again.

“Slow steps, ok?” He gently orders, leading you both toward the front door and only dropping your hand when he was sure you were steady enough before unlocking the door and helping you inside to the couch.

You took your tiny sleeping babe out of the car seat while Yugyeom ran back outside to grab all your bags to bring in. You had no doubt that he wouldn’t allow you to do any unpacking yourself so before he started to go through everything you called him to your side, patting the seat next to you.

Yugyeom sat down as gently as possible, trying not to disturb the bundle in your arms, and wrapped one arm around your shoulders, the other toying with a tiny wisp of dark hair on your daughter’s head. The silence in the house was comforting and you relaxed into your husband’s embrace, soaking in the moment.

“Do you remember when you told me you were pregnant, right in this very spot?” Yugyeom asked quietly, pressing a gentle kiss over your hair.

“Almost like it was yesterday,” You mused, “Kind of full circle sitting here with her now, isn’t it?”

“In the best way,” He smiled and you couldn’t help the swelling of your heart when you glimpsed his adoring grin.

You sat together a bit longer, both content to just be together and experience this bliss you feel as new parents. When you let out a long yawn, Yugyeom suggests you lie down for a bit while the baby is sleeping, insisting upon it when you try to argue. So, you rest right there on the couch, curled up on your side.

You only manage about forty-five minutes before your body’s new maternal instinct wakes you to check on your daughter. It’s amazing how quickly and naturally you can adjust to such a big change in your dynamics. When you sit up, you realize neither your daughter nor her father is in the room, so you slowly rise and search about the house.

A faint voice catches your attention near the nursery and you peek through the door to find Yugyeom in the chair near the crib speaking softly to the tiny girl cradled in his arms.

“And this is your room, right next to ours. It’s been empty for far too long but you’re here now and it’s all yours. Your mommy and I have been waiting for you for a long time, even before you were in her tummy. I think the universe just knew that you weren’t ready to be here with us yet, so we had to be patient. It’s another reason why you’re so special to us, you’re such a gift. That’s why we named you Soojin, our little treasure.”

Yugyeom must have heard your sniffles at the door because he suddenly looked up, a sweet smile upon his lips. You moved through the room to perch on the arm of the chair as Yugyeom would his arm around your waist to steady you and keep you close. Leaning down to kiss him, you again felt overwhelmed with emotion to be sitting here with your little family, finally together.

Placing a kiss over Soojin’s brow, you whispered, “Welcome home, baby.”

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[tuanstars]

degrading a restrained yugyeom until he comes completely untouched (like you restrain him and don't touch him at all like not even his stomach or thighs)

restrained - kim yugyeom

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⇢paring - yugyeom x reader

⇢genre - smut

⇢summary - yugyeom cums untouched for the first time

⇢warnings - sub!yugeyom, dom!reader, degrading, bondage

⇢notes- here you go anon!

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yugyeom is struggling and tugging against the rope his wrists were currently in. his face settles into a pout as he realizes the knots are tied tightly, and he couldn’t move without your help. “you know exactly why i have you tied up, yugy.” you tell him, going to stand beside where he was spread out in the bed.

“you wanted to be a slut so bad, now i’m gonna treat you like one.” you told him, watching his cheeks heat from your words. his cock lay hard in his stomach, with a swollen tip steadily dripping precum. “you thought you were so cute doing that? especially in public?” you asked rhetorically. he wasn’t going to respond anyway.

“you’re such a little slut, i’m sure if i allowed someone here to see you, you wouldn’t mind them looking at you, right?” you asked him, “you wouldn’t mind them seeing how much of a whore you act like when you’re with me.”your harsh words only sent a shiver down his spine and went straight to his cook.

“p-please touch me? i need you to, please.” he pleads for you, already panting, and having his hands clench and unclench around nothing above him “why should i? you’ve already proven to me that you’re nothing but a disobedient slut.” you told him mockingly. his cock twitched as it lay untouched on his tummy — which you failed or notice.

“i bet the only thing you can think about is being fucked silly like the little cumslut you are, huh.” your words were his breaking point, and he was coming onto his stomach with a cry of your name. his back arched off the bed and he jolted. his mouth was open as he experienced the aftershocks of his orgasm.

his mouth was open as he came untouched for the first time, looking up at you with glossy eyes. “i-i need you..” he mumbles, hips spstuttering. “looks like you’re going to have to earn the privilege to cum again, pup.” you told him as you went to get the necessary supplies for his punishment. he simply whines behind you. “thank you...!” he says, eager that he’ll finally be touched, even if he’s super sensitive.

[sweetestofchaos]

Hello 👋🏼 can I request

Got7’s Yugyeom

Au: enemy to lovers

Scenario: sleeping with the enemy

Prompt: “I won’t let you fall”

Thanks you so much and I love you 😘

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Thank you for all of your support! Sorry it took a little while to get this out. I love you too!!!

How long has it been since you went to your last house party? Almost a year since covid hit and honestly, you missed the crazy relaxed vibe of Lee Taemin’s place. Taemin was a good friend of yours and he knew a lot of people. His place was packed with different people, idols, and regulars alike. You were sipping from a plastic cup, a strong mixture of watermelon juice and tequila stringing your tastebuds as you drank slowly. You were laughing at some joke that Jungkook said, slapping his chest as he nearly made you spit your drink out. A shadow creep up on you and when you looked over the smile on your face dropped at the sight of Kim Yugyeom. His jaw tensed as he saw you talking with Jungkook.

“Excuse you.” Yugyeom made a motion for you to move, so that he could get by, and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re excused.” You rolled your eyes and turned you attention back to Jungkook who just laughed at your response.

“Come on Y/N, let him pass. Stop be-”

Someone called for Jungkook across the room, and he winked at you before he hurried off. Seeing enough space to get through, Yugyeom pushes past you and you stumble nearly crashing into the wall before Yugyeom grabs hold of your arm making your drink crash to the floor.

“You fucking asshole!’ You hiss as you yank your arm free from Yugyeom’s hand.

“Asshole?” Yugyeom’s eyes narrow as he slams you against the wall, caging you in between his arms. “I am so sick of your smartass mouth! I didn’t do shit to you today.”

“You being born offends me.”

“Yeah?” Yugyeom shakes his head and clicks his tongue. “Maybe I’ll offend you some more.”

Before you could even think to question Yugyeom’s meaning, his lips are on yours. The kiss is nothing but teeth, tongue, and spit. It’s harsh but not harsher than the throbbing between your legs. You wrap your arms around Yugyeom’s neck and pull him closer, the heat from his body seeps through your shirt and you moan. Yugyeom’s hands find their way to your ass, and you yelp when he picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his lean waist.

“If you fucking drop me-”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up? I won’t let you fall.” Pulling away from the wall, Yugyeom easily locates an unoccupied room and your heart hammers in your chest at the sound of the door locking. You whine when Yugyeom slams you against the door, pinning you against the wood with his chest while he unbuckles his belt. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb, yeah? Have you coming back-”

“Shut up and fuck me already!” You crash your lips into Yugyeom’s, and he chuckles against your lips. Yugyeom pulls himself free from his jeans and you shiver feeling the heat from his dick against your bare thigh. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to wear a skirt tonight. Yugyeom’s hand cups your sex and he groans.

“Shit…for someone who hates me so much-” Yugyeom licks and nips at your chin as he teases you through your panties. “You’re soaked.” Yugyeom pulls your panties to the side, and you bite your lip when he shoves two fingers into you. “Mmmmm…can’t wait much longer.” Yugyeom makes quick work of fingering you. He isn’t small by any means, the man is thick and as much as he would love to fuck you right away, he doesn’t want to hurt you. Removing his fingers, Yugyeom uses your slick to coat his dick before he grips his base and pushes forward. Both of you moan as Yugyeom sinks himself to his hilt and your walls squeeze around him like a vice.

The steady pounding of your lower back hitting the door acts as the bass to the song shared between you and Yugyeom as the sound of skin of skin fills the air. You body feels tight, spasming with each thrust, making you see stars. Has Yugyeom always fucked like this? Why the hell had no one told you he could throw down like this? Yugyeom steps away from the door and the two of you fall onto the bed. Now under Yugyeom, you cry out as he brings your legs up over his shoulders. The angel is different, and you can feel each time he hits your g-spot.

“That’s it, Y/N…let everyone know who’s fucking you right now.” Yugyeom plays with your clit and your eyes snaps closed from the sudden pleasure. “S-so good…can’t say shit now, huh?” Yugyeom talks shit the whole time, and you can’t find it in yourself to respond while he’s fucking you so good.

Reaching up, you grab hold of Yugyeom’s shirt and pull him down, so that he’s leaning over top of you. “S-shut uppp-p!” You stutter out as he switches up his stroke and he smirks before he pecks your lips.

“Scream for me, sexy…go on, say my name.” Yugyeom delivers as hard thrust that makes your toes curl and you scream his name. Yugyeom shivers as your walls tighten. “Close, Y/N? Come for me, pretty thing.” A few more strokes from Yugyeom have you coming hard while screaming his name. Yugyeom groans as he strokes get sloppy and he stiffens before you feel him cum inside. “Can’t hate me if you’re pregnant with my child.”

You scoff and push Yugyeom off you, “That’s what plan b is for asshole.”

Yugyeom fixes himself and runs a hand through is hair, “JK has my number if you ever wanna-”

You grimace feeling Yugyeom’s cum sliding down your thighs, “Hard pass.”

Yugyeom laughs and grabs a shirt from the dresser before he tosses it at you, “Yeah, okay.” Yugyeom makes sure you’re good before he leaves the room, and you sigh. You knew there would be a next time…

[jinyoungsir]

Just a boy in a cutoff making everyone lose their shit over his Yattoos & Yipples™️

[nicelegsjackson]

Yugyeom pls-