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mykoreanlove · 1 year

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Can I see you tonight?

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

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

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

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

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

That question caught you by surprise. “Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“JB?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

You were confused. “What is?”

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

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

“Go on. You can do it, JB.”

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

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

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

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

“I am listening, Jaebeom.”

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

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

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

Jaebeom sighed heavily, trying to control himself.

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

You let go of his jaw and watched him carefully.

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

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

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

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

His honesty caught you off guard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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eureka-its-zico · 1 year

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Winterfall

Synopsis: When you thought of your life, Glenview Psychiatric Hospital was the last place you thought you’d end up. What could be weirder than calling a place like this home? Finding people who remind you that, sometimes, the messiest parts of who we are can be the best parts of us too.

Pairings: Christian Yu x Reader x Jay B x Reader (It’s a love triangle, y’all)

Series: ongoing

Word Count: 5186

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, mental health issues, mental disorders, slight violence, sexual themes

A/N: This is a hard one to post. I’ve had this in my WIPs for over seven years. I’ve rewritten it multiple times. Consider if this was a series, I was willing to share. As someone who suffers from BPD II and PTSD, it felt strange to dive into mental health. In a way, I felt like I needed a safe place to get it out. To share. This fic isn’t meant to be sad. It’s meant to be about growth. The journey of mental health can be a messy one, but it doesn’t have to hinder our own growth. Our sadness does not define us. If I ever miss anything in the warnings for chapters, please let me know and I’ll fix it ASAP! This fic is loosely based off of one of my favorite films, Girl, Interrupted. And remember, if you you ever need to talk: Im here.

Shout out to my bestie @deadneverlander for always being the better half in our clownery. I wouldn't be able to do half of this without you.

There was something about the bleakness of winter that seemed to make countless people’s bones ache for the warmth of summer. Their loneliness is somehow made more apparent by rain clouds and negative degrees, turning thoughts into reminiscent scenes of a doomsday film.

You’d always claimed that fall was your favorite season because the vast spectrum of your sadness didn't match the heat of summer. Sure, you loved the possibilities of hot cocoa, warm fires, ridiculous horror, Christmas films, and the first sight of snow. Somewhere along the way, however, came the anxiety of holiday dinners. Where the comfort you’d found in overcast skies turned sinister with repeated looks that reminded you that you were the black sheep; the odd man out with another year of nothing to show.

Fall no longer meant binges on shows and breaks from the endless routine that was work and school. It meant laying in the snow until your body heat forced it to melt underneath you, seeping into the fabric of your clothes to leave your nerves numb and transparent like ice. Your mind silently hoped it would be enough to extinguish the agony that blossomed in your chest.

Jackets were no longer marked for warmth, but strictly to hide your struggle to feel anything past the chasm that’d grown in the past couple of months: to bleed out the parts of you that didn't belong. It wasn't a surprise it's what landed you a one-way ticket to the cozy room inside a psychiatric hospital. Maybe that's just what happens when you're found unresponsive with a belly housing a fifth of rum. The marks on your skin lay like a map to follow on how you got there; only being found like a frantic afterthought.

Glenview Psychiatric Hospital, or GSH that was strategically labeled in bright crimson above the pocket of your prison-inspired sweatshirt, had been home for three months now. It was meant to be a place of healing, among the basic mood stabilizing and therapy sessions everyone held in a day. You felt further away from that concept with every group activity the doctors forced you to take part in. Your social anxiety becoming apparent each time it lands on you to speak, either to close the circle, or to be a part of the ridiculous game activities. The last time you played volleyball your face saw more action with the pleather ball than your arms ever did.

It was currently 12:47 p.m. The clock giving you a false sense of hope that the time wouldn’t just creep by to leave you stranded the last thirteen minutes until you’d earned your freedom. There was, however, the off chance if Dr. Thompson wasn't hearing what he wanted; the hour-long group activity would be extended.

You scanned the other six faces that made up your group: the huddled mess of piled sweaters and huddled blanket of Soomi a fleeting moment of comfort. It only took your eyes adjusting on her figure to know she didn’t have one. Her tiny body composed of thick layers of clothes to portray a false sense of shape. Her anorexia becoming so severe her family had no other option but to put her here, or watch her die. Jason’s endless finger taps on every surface he could touch the only giveaway to his OCD until he removed himself from his chair. Sejun with his alcoholism and Yuna with her acidic imagination that the wind whispered her deepest secrets out into the world.

All this ending with your gaze narrowed on the statuesque figure of Jaebum who comically sat opposite of your current position. The two suicidal inmates that shared in the anxiousness of sadness but little else, and the usual reason why your group never seemed to end on time.

You couldn't say it was a shame to be stuck sitting dead center of someone so attractive; as shallow of an observation as it was there was no denying how ungodly true that statement was. He held a silent attractiveness that resonated in the solitude he kept around himself, and Jaebum was indeed a solitary creature.

He preferred books over people. Usually moving away from anyone who got close to his latest reading perch without ever glancing up from his current book. Jaebum’s favorite place he’d reserved to get lost inside his fiction the seal of the window that looked out the expanse of the institute’s backyard. The entire estate currently covered in the dead burgundy and gold of a forest of oak tree leaves.

It wasn't like you were laying avid amounts of your attention on him or anything. You didn't pay attention to how broad his shoulders looked in his old man sweaters that you could've bet money smells like mothballs. How his features seemed sharpened to match the fierceness that lived inside his eyes. The only thing that exposed his softness was the speck of a mole that dusted itself on his left eyelid.

Jaebum just held a presence that demanded to be noticed. Whether he himself liked it or not.

“Jaebum: do you have anything you’d like to add to the session?”

Dr. Thompson’s question made the both of you jolt in your seats. Youwere too busy staring down at your nails while you plucked away at the cuticles. Jaebum's head turned, unbeknownst to you, from looking at you to the good doctor. It was enough to make your cheeks flush hot.

His crossed arms gave a soft shrug, and you hated how your eyes stayed captivated by the movement. You were willing to blame it on the charcoal-worn cable knit sweater he favored. It really did smell like moth balls and age making you willing to bet it wasn't his to begin with.

“We talked about this guys. Shrugging is not an adequate substitute for an answer.”

His tone showing his frustration more than anger at his need to repeatedly inform the group. Dr. Thompson looked at each of you individually until he stopped on Jaebum, who didn’t seem the least bit moved.

“I have nothing to say.”

A sigh escaped from Dr. Thompson’s lips as his head shook softly. His eyes averted down to the tin clipboard momentarily before they resumed their previous position.

“And what is it exactly you would like me to add, huh?” You felt your body tense against the chair. Your hands grasping at its edges like it would be the only thing to keep you stable against the oncoming rage that was Jaebum’s agitation. “We do these pointless sessions over and over: again and again. For what? Do you think it “saves” anyone?”

Your eyes diverted from the safety of your knees; counting every frayed piece of cloth on your jeans that hung loose from torn holes. No part of you needed to acknowledge that he was standing. The room did that well enough with the tension his power caused. The room itself swelling with anxiety that made fidgety Sera begin to rock violently against the back of her chair. Her head shaking hair into her face, like a curtain to hide what she feared was coming her way like the abusive hands of her father.

The orderlies were already beginning to circle his chair, but Dr. Thompson held up a hand of warding. He reminded you too much of an irresponsible ring handler at a circus. Unwilling to recognize his own tiger was about to maim him.

“No, no that’s fair enough. I see you have an issue with the way we try and help our patients.”

“Help?!” Jaebum snarled. “Is that what you call it? Like you helped Simon remember all the things he wanted to forget! Is that what you call endless therapies until he killed himself! You consider being helpful with the way you handled Ian?”

Dr. Thompson regarded Jaebum quietly, but his eyes were focused and searching the young man’s face. You watched in helpless awe as one stood like a calm in a blazing storm, while the other raged so furiously you thought the walls would come down. No longer was his voice a strong current, but now thunderous words that hurled like lightning bolts were being directed at the man before him.

Jaebum was right. Sometimes, the doctors picked and picked a part at you until you were left bare and raw. And if their words didn’t do it their physical methods picked up where they lacked. His anger was justified, because deep down so were you. But you didn’t have the towering strength like he did to stand up to anyone. Your fear of the seclusion rooms kept you prisoner: locked in your chair as a simple flick of Dr. Thompson’s hand sent the orderlies rushing to Jaebum’s side.

“I think that’s enough for today’s session.”

In the back of your mind you knew that Jaebum was right. In part. Who were counselors and psychologists to tell the broken mirrors of people how to put their pieces back together? Only to end up with more blood on their hands from struggling to put sharp pieces in place. They studied people like you, Jaebum...people like Ian who were features in their college books. They themselves barely ever one to experience it themselves.

Healing, even if unconventional, was still healing in the end. There was no right or wrong way to get there, but here, with people like Dr. Thompson, their textbook solutions were the only solutions. Maybe that’s why it backfired so terribly with Ian.

So for once, you wanted to stand up with Jaebum. To call out the injustices of treatments forced on patients, like Ian. Treatments they’d placed on patients that only wanted to forget, because no one wants to remember traumas and everything that makes them feel like failures.

You knew, however, if you took that chance to be brave for once you would end up like Jaebum. Uselessly struggling against orderlies who came prepared with syringes to make you complacent and an endless day being locked for god knew how long inside seclusion.

It was cowardice that kept your mouth shut. All of you stayed quiet as an orderly you aptly nicknamed, “The Bull,” grabbed at the neck of Jaebum’s sweater. That was all it took for him to react violently. Jaebum’s elbow flew back with such force it dislodged The Bull’s grip, which only seemed to make it worse.

“Jaebum, please do not struggle.” Dr. Thompson’s voice didn’t sound as soothing as he probably imagined. Obvious agitation outlined every word; the struggle forcing all of you up from your chairs and away from the fighting. “Everyone out. Now.”

A part of you hated listening. For not firmly digging your feet in to stand for something you agreed wasn’t right. It was an odd thought. Since Ian was the usual instigator of the chaos of how these ended. Never Jaebum. Maybe he just felt like in Ian’s absence he needed to take over for him.

“You play god with everyone’s emotions and leave them to drown alone in the aftermath. You are the reason Christian keeps escaping and Hyujin is gone! It’s you! It’s all of you!”

Jaebum’s rage became more apparent with each sentence and broke as his throat formed the words of his former friend. Former because he’d found himself as one of Dr. Thompson’s experimental new treatments. A treatment that brought back too much Hyujin couldn’t cope with - was forced to confront - before he was ready.

The ward still felt hollow - missing in the sound of Hyujin’s laugh.

You would’ve been impressed with the way Jaebum was laying into the doctor. He was holding his own against the orderly at his arms until the Bull snuck behind him and brought him falling down to the cold concrete floor.

That was the last you saw of Jaebum as you were ushered outside the doors. You faced them for a long time. No one questioned why you stood at the entrance as Jaebum’s yelling dulled to nothing. It was too late for you to run back and play the role of knight in shining armor and standing in front of the door would only make the staff assume you were waiting to cause a scene.

Turning on your heel you headed towards the living area. Your mind racing heavily with indecision and not paying attention to the overcrowded chairs and couches. You bypassed them all to head to your favorite window seat. It was opposite to the one everyone knew as Jaebum’s; reading a new book every week during free time. It was so engrained to the fabric of the facility that no one tried to take it from him. Not even Ian.

You folded into yourself as soon as you sat down on the window seat. Your chin pressed into your shoulder so you could get a better look outside. The vibrant colors of changing leaves reminding you that fall was coming. Maybe they would let you work outside if you were good? You were tired of doing bathroom and kitchen duties, but because of Ian’s latest stunt no one was allowed outside. Not until the fences were made higher with wire curled along the top.

If thoughts could be breathed into existence, you were positive you alone would be deemed responsible for Ian walking, right then and there, through the facility's double doors. Of course, Ian could never simply enter a room quietly.

Christian entered every room like a force. Wild and unpredictable. Mother Nature couldn’t compete with his massive hurricane personality. No one could come close, because underneath all that unhinged nature was a magmatism that far outreached just good looks.

Was Christian good looking? Devilishly so. It was his way with words, however, that left many people reeling. Not just fellow patients, but staff as well. He was painfully charming and, if you weren’t prepared for his wide-set smile directed in your direction, you were going to find yourself in trouble. Deep, deep Christian-flavored trouble. The staff had even labeled him with a warning of “verbal jujitsu” - you had to stay miles ahead of the conversation or you’d find yourself like the recently fired psych tech who’d handed over the ward keys without a second thought.

Seriously. That’s how Christian escaped this time. All the other times, well, the man could be considered the second coming of Houdini.

“How have you been, Bob? Are your feet still giving you grief, Margo?”

It was impressive how he acted like it wasn’t a big deal he’d magically reappeared. The guard and orderlies awkwardly keep watch over the double doors he’d come through like he’d disappear back into thin air.

You hated how happy you became hearing the richness of his voice. The way his accent reminded you of the battle of wills on what was the proper way to say, “water,” and the teasing you gave him about constantly saying, “Naurr”.

“It’s Margaret, jackass,” the older psych tech mumbled in reply. She didn’t even bother to look up from putting a new bandage on Bob’s hands.

“Missed you too, babe.”

You watched his reflection in the safety of the glass of the window. You didn’t want to show how eager you were to see him - or to find out that every time he left the ward became almost too much to bear alone.

In the safety of the window, you could pretend the call to freedom was what kept your eyes hypnotized. Not the sleeveless tee he’d tucked inside the waist of skinny jeans that hugged to the muscles like paint or the layers of tattoos that covered honey skin. He wasn’t tan when he’d left. Where had Ian’s adventures taken him this time?

You would get the chance to ask him yourself.

When his eyes caught sight of your huddled frame curled in the window seat his trajectory changed completely. He didn’t think you’d noticed him yet, but it didn’t stop his infamous megawatt smile from brightening up his features and the butterflies he’d left trapped in your gut instantly springing back to life.

The only downside? You were more than positive Ian saw you only as a sister. If he’d thought of you in the past as anything else you would’ve definitely known by now. As much as Ian was known for his charisma and whirlwind energy, he was also known for slipping into the janitor’s closet with more than a few now-fired staff members.

In a matter of seconds, he left the mirage of the window to become real beside you. The smell of cigarettes and his preferred cologne enveloped you, instantly turning the space intimate. You tried your best to ignore him. Ian would receive nothing but the side eye from you after the latest shit he’d pulled.

He let out a heavy sigh as a finger playfully poked into your side. He wiggled the digit in a weak attempt to tickle you thinking it would be enough for you to finally look at him. Fat chance. Using your elbow, you pushed down with just enough force to dislodge him from your side. The act forced a heavy sigh to flare his nostrils as he leaned back against the window.

“Come on, ‘Roo. You can’t be that mad at me?”

Of course, he would use your nickname. The nickname you earned one night when he’d tried to tickle you until you couldn’t breathe. To be honest, he thinks you’d kicked him accidentally in the chest because you might wet yourself. The truth? Ian had gotten dangerously close. A few times it felt like his lips were just a few sharp breaths away from landing on yours, and that night you’d felt hollow. So hollow. All you wanted was to burn and Ian…he was so full of fire and life and for once you wanted to know what it felt like to be filled with something other than emptiness.

You wanted to catch fire too.

So you’d kicked out at him in panic. Hence how you became his Kangaroo. His ‘Roo.

“Actually,” you began, biting out the world with each syllable. “I can be upset with you and I most definitely am.”

“Don’t be like that, ‘Roo. I know you missed me.”

“No, I didn’t. It was rather peaceful while you were off on whatever antics you decided to get into.”

A tsk sent his bottom lip into a pout as he crossed his arms. His shoulders lean further down the window and slightly into your view.

God, why did he have to be so heartbreakingly handsome?

You refused to make eye contact with him. Don’t do it. It’s a trick. You knew it was a trick. A sneaky ploy and yet…you looked. One look was all it took and Ian knew he had you.

“I missed you.” His voice caressed your skin like velvet causing it to erupt in goosebumps. “So, I know if I missed you that can only mean that you missed me.”

A snort of disbelief left you as you finally gave him what he’d been asking: your full and undivided attention.

“Is that how it works, Ian?”

“Ah!” He beamed. “She finally looks at me.”

You couldn’t keep your eyes from rolling as you tried to face away from him, but Ian wasn’t having it.

“I shouldn’t even do that.”

“Where is all this hostility coming from?” He pouted. “Did you experience another one of Dr. Thompson’s riveting group circles?”

“It’s not funny, Ian. You always leave.” You hated how your voice betrayed you. The way it cracked before you could glue it back together. “You go and leave me here, without you, all the time. One of these days you may not come back.”

All the playfulness slowly drained from his features. The sly smile wilted to a grimace as deep brown eyes scanned over your face. Calculating your words with the body language of guarded arms and saddened eyes. His hands gently grabbed at your elbows to loosen your arms before turning you to him. His head dipped down just a bit to make sure he had you at eye level.

“Hey, ‘Roo. I’m sorry. I come back for you, you know that right?” You knew he was lying, but try telling that to the butterflies fluttering around like crazy in your gut. “These assholes could never catch me if I didn’t turn myself in, and I only turned myself in to get back to you.”

You didn’t know what you would’ve said at that moment. Maybe something he wanted to hear or maybe - finally - you’d have the guts to call him out on his bullshit. Luckily for you, the muffled sound of Jaebum’s screaming slowly grew louder until his struggling body was brought through the double doors from therapy.

“Let me go, you assholes!”

You’d never seen Jaebum fight so fiercely before. The way he flailed his arms to find a way to get them released along with his legs kicking out like a madman. They practically dragged him down the hall towards seclusion. For a split second, in his struggle, his eyes landed on you. His gaze held yours for what felt like a lifetime until the spell was broken. It felt like slow motion as his face turned to see Ian on your right and all the fight drained from his body.

Did he think he was fighting for Ian? Himself? Jaebum was never much for acting out. That was usually Ian who created trouble. Maybe that was why he looked so shocked seeing Jaebum being dragged down to seclusion.

“Oi! What the fuck is this?”

Ian was up off the window seat in seconds. A couple of orderlies were already coming out from behind the nursing station to meet him halfway. Whatever they were saying, you weren’t all too sure. Ian was doing his usual of screaming and shoving causing the orderlies to prepare for a fight. The patients closest to all the commotion desperately trying to get out of the way.

It was all chaos. All classic Ian. The only non-classic thing was Jaebum looking at you in a way you’d never noticed before. It created a row of questions that sat heavily on your tongue and ones you weren’t sure he would ever be willing to answer.

It wasn’t until everything had settled down again that you snuck inside the room that held group therapy. Your eyes instantly homing in on Jaebum’s chair and underneath it one of his grandfather’s books.

Before you dared to push all the way through into the room you gave one last cautious glance to the recreation room and slipped inside. You made sure to hold the door so it didn’t click into place. There was no denying if you were caught sneaking in somewhere you weren’t meant to be you’d be joining Jaebum in your own seclusion room.

The sterile room with its egg-white walls was most definitely not your favorite. The only way to add your own source of color to its walls was to display your thoughts - projecting them out like a fucked up home movie that you’d rather forget.

You made sure to cut across the room silently. Your legs bending at the knee to swoop down to grab the worn-down cover and secure it to your chest.

You couldn’t explain why as you made your way out of the room towards the upper floor that held the seclusion rooms what made you want to do this for him. It’s not like he would thank you, but you weren’t looking for that.

It wasn’t hard to notice the way Jaebum cared for his late grandfather's things. From the sweater he wore daily that was meticulously cleaned and laundered to the few books Jaebum was able to keep from his collection. He coveted them the way others valued trophies but it wasn’t praise that Jaebum found secluded inside their pages: it was peace.

You didn’t know much about him. Jaebum wasn’t much of a sharer. He was reserved. The only way to know him was by the pages you held close to your chest. So, you weren’t terribly sure why you were doing this for him except for the fact you believed no one should go without something that they loved.

Just as you were about to round the last corner to the hallway that held seclusion rooms 1 through 3, you caught a flash of an orderly speaking to a nurse. From the brief moment you’d caught before you found the safety of the opposite wall, they were more than likely flirting.

Ted. That was the name written on his uniform. He’d called Ian a “Psycho,” a handful of times. You wondered if Ted knew the nurse he worshiped spent the same handful of nights sneaking inside Ian’s dorm.

“Do you maybe want to go get breakfast in the morning?”

Breakfast?! You mouthed to yourself before you snuck another peek around the corner.

“Oh, I don’t know, Ted. I might have plans later.”

If your eyes could roll back any harder you would’ve seen brain cells. You knew exactly what her supposed plans were. You could already hear the moans that echoed down the halls like a haunting. The only thing haunted here would be you.

You didn’t have to see Ted’s expression to know he was defeated. He was probably wondering how someone could refuse breakfast or maybe he was finally growing tired of being told no. The mystery of the unknown in this love triangle would sadly (not really) remain a mystery. You didn’t really care if they had breakfast together or hunted Easter eggs. You just wanted them to finish their awkward conversation and leave the damn hallway.

A few more strangled pieces of conversation later and you could hear the shuffling of feet. Quickly, you moved inside a linen closet and quietly shut the door. Your ears straining - waiting - to hear a pair of feet move past your location so you could finish what you came to do.

Every second you were out here and not inside your own dorm waiting for the nurses to come in and check you were there was one second too many in a chance at punishment. After a few more minutes went by and the coast sounded relatively clear, you creeped out from the linen closet and dashed towards the seclusion rooms.

“Jaebum!?” You half whispered half yelled. “Jay!”

“What the hell are you doing over here?”

Ah, there was that condescending voice you’d grown accustomed to. Following the sound of his voice, and with the help of his fingers hanging out of the small seclusion window, you darted towards the back of the hall. Your arms still securely held onto his grandfather’s book and only began to loosen as you got closer to the door.

“I wanted to bring you something before they placed it in lost and found.”

With another cautious glance down the hall, your fingers wrapped around the edges of the book's spine. You offered it up to him and gently started to push it through the small window. Jaebum hadn’t spoken since he noticed what you held in your hands. His fingers overlapped yours as he took it from you. His arms immediately brought it inside with him with the sound of pages flipping while he made sure each page was still accounted for.

“How did you-“ he began, but his words quickly died out.

“Can you believe it ladies and gentlemen? For once, he was too stunned to speak,” you teased.

Jaebum’s eyes narrowed in on your face. His hands wagged the book as if he was going to hit you over the head with it. Who knows, he might have if there wasn’t a 30-pound door stationed between you.

“I’m serious. You came all this way to give me this?”

You shrugged his words off like what you’d done wasn’t a big deal. Both of you knew it was. So many factors that could lead you to where he was, or worse, if they believed you were trying to steal someone else’s property. Which, they one hundred percent would even though kleptomania wasn’t part of your conga line list of disorders.

“I remember how much his things matter to you. I didn’t want Bull or Kojak The Great Dick to get a hold of it. I know they wouldn’t have respected it after today.”

You’d expected a lot of things to come out of this exchange. The main one? At least a thank you. All you were getting now felt like the cold shoulder that featured a very unnerving stare. With every second you were feeling more self-conscious and it took everything in you not to shout, “Boo!” in an attempt to get him to blink.

You couldn’t take the awkwardness of the exchange any longer. Your feet were already backpedaling as your arms swung, thumb extended out, to indicate your exit before you spoke.

“Great well, this was a fun chat-“

“He lies to you, you know.”

Jaebum’s words took you by surprise. You were sure that was the point. His face was set in deep lines of determination as if what he needed to say was something you needed to adhere to like the gospel from the Bible.

“Okay, Jay I’ll bite: who is he?”

“You know who I’m talking about. Ian. It’s who he is. He doesn’t know how to tell the truth, and you always set yourself up for failure with him.”

Maybe Jaebum thought he was being helpful - calling to light all things you were aware of but couldn’t bring yourself to say out loud. You must have seemed too weak - gullible - in his eyes for him to believe he needed to say these things.

You eyed him coolly through the window. Your tongue rolled around inside your cheek trying to decide what exactly you should say at this moment. Did he want recognition that you knew you were an idiot? What did it matter to him if you knew Ian didn’t give two fucks about you.

So, the only thing you could settle on was the beginning of a long sigh before you spoke: “I know I might look like a love-sick puppy to you, Jay, but I know my place.”

He tried saying your name to stop you. You just ignored him as you shook your head and allowed yourself to begin to move back down the hall towards the safety of your own dorm.

“It’s alright, Jay I get it. Take care of your grandfather’s things better, okay?”

You didn’t wait to finish your sentence before you were already turning to head down the hallway. The bottom of your feet itching for you to sprint in the opposite direction. Your mind raced over Jaebum’s words and matched them with the growing chasm in your chest.

So lost in your head, you barely caught the sound of his parting, “Thank you,” as you bolted around the corner.

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kiestrokes · 1 year

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Soft Hours: recovery edition | SFW

The Vibe: cuddling with your partner as you recover from a minor surgery.

Idol Casting: Kim Seokjin of BTS. Song Mingi of ATEEZ. Lee Taeyong of NCT. Lim Jaebeom of GOT7.

🗝️Note: a soft hour post means I don’t have to list all the typical shit: i.e. the warnings, the summary, the cross posting to ao3. It is a non-betaed post of just ✨ vibes ✨ @chans-room did read over this last night and @minisugakoobies influenced a bit of the Mingi one 💋

🫧 Seokjin is already heavily asleep when you shuffle into the bedroom, freshly showered in your matching bad day pjs. He startles slightly when you burrow into him but he quickly melts you into his chest. Rumbling an ask if you finished your soup and if you need him to get anything before you fall asleep. You nuzzle his face, asking for some kisses. He obliges and pulls away when you try to heat things up. Patting your butt and telling you that you still have a week before any frisky business.

🧸 Mingi is in full teddy bear mode, you’re swaddled between him and a mound of blankets. His legs and arms wrapped around yours. Rubbing your back, arms, shoulders, your thighs, and some occasional booty squeezes. He graces your face and lips with delicate kisses and groans when you deepen them, getting a bit carried away himself. When you break apart you’re gasping for air and his eyes are hazy. He nuzzles his face into your neck and squeezes you tightly against him.

🐱 You and Taeyong are sprawled in a mix matched mess of pillows and blankets on the couch. He’s shirtless like always, complaining that he gets too hot between your cuddles and the blankets. Taeyong does not need to be begged for kisses. He’s peppering every inch of you with quick, firm little presses of his cute mouth. All more cute than sexy, to keep you from getting keyed up. But those eyes and his lingering gaze are nearly enough to have you begging for more, healing be damned.

☁️ Jaebeom is content being your personal body pillow. His face was scruffy and unshaven, too preoccupied with caring for you the last couple of days. There are two half empty bowls of ramen on the table from dinner. And you have to ask for a kiss, Jaebeom shyly complies. A shy smile flashed across his lips, his lashes fluttering shut as he reached down to give you a lingering kiss. The arm that’s wrapped around your back rolling you against him. Jaebeom’s fingertips drift up your spine, as he traces his tongue delicately against yours.

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yiensaintlaurent · 2 years

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00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

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bambikisss · 2 years

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Suits [teaser]

-> Being a CEO of a big company has its perks, except for meeting the one. After you sign up for a dating app for the elite 1 percent, you match with someone who is just as rich as you. Is love truly in the cards for you both?

CEO!JAYB X CEO!READER

Smut warnings: Spit, bitting, slight bondage, slight breeding kink, marking, etc. Rough to Passionate.

"You joined a dating site to not match with anyone?" He asked, taking a sip of his champagne as he listened to you try to explain why you joined, cutting you off as he leaned closer to you, his mint breath gracing your cheek as he made his way to your ear. "So, you don't want me then, Y/N?"

#got7 #jayb #lim jaebeom #jaebum got7 #got7 jaebum #jaebeom x reader #mark tuan #got7 jackson #jackson wang imagines #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #got7 bambam #kim yugeom #got7 smut #got7 imagines #got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #got7 reactions smut

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gwldcnz · 3 months

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hello everyone!!! for those who may not know me, i'm calie and in the last year i have dedicated myself to making resources for rps whenever i can. i've been unemployed and for over 13 years relying on my meds that currently cost between $190 (R$1,000) and $240 (R$ 1,300) per month, taking in consideration that minimum wage per month here in brazil is $261 (R$1,412) and i rarely get any freelancer job, that won't cover even 15% of my meds. so with a lot of shame, i depend on my parents to keep up my treatment that cannot be discontinued. my city is broken, has no jobs, and i currently have no conditions to move and start over somewhere else. besides, my city had been once of the cities hit by the big flood in brazil for over a month, which made finding a job even more difficult, since establishments are trying to recover from losses. in these last few months, despite needing money, i've been feeling emotionally exhausted and worried with the situation (of expenses and the tragedy in my state), that i simple cannot focus in any project, therefore not being able to take in commissions (that helped me a lot). with all of that being said, i decided to come here, very ashamed, and expose my situation to offer packs of all my sources that i've done in my time as a creator. if you can help me buying any pack, or a ko-fi (source link), that would immensely help in my situation and i'd be really REALLY grateful. under the "read more" are more details about the packs and pricing.

*se você for brasileiro e desejar adquirir algum conteúdo meu separadamente ou pack, me chame na dm!

pack psd templates & graphics: 12 psd character templates; 15 psd dash icons templates; psd graphics (enchanted = 2 promo banners; parker = 4 promo banners; carnival). [ link here ] $18

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GIF ICONS FCS

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GIF PACKS FCS

amanda seyfried (200 gifs) angelina jolie (83 gifs) caterina scorsone (241 gifs) cho hwiseo (136 gifs) courtney ford (220 gifs) faouzia ouihya (63 gifs) freema agyeman (109 gifs) harry potter & the philosopher's stone (just the scenarios, creatures and spells - 136 gifs) hwang yeji (201 gifs) jenna ortega (312 gifs) jessica capshaw (314 gifs) ji changmin / q (325 gifs) j.r. bourne (205 gifs) jun hyoseong (135 gifs) kang daniel (180 gifs) kate winslet (270 gifs) katrina law (118 gifs) kim taehyung (148 gifs) lee sunmi (136 gifs) lim jaebeom / jb / jayb (348 gifs) margot robbie (47 gifs) milla jovovich (280 gifs) nilsu aktas (106 gifs) nina dobrev (135 gifs) paul adelstein (239 gifs) sarah drew (308 gifs) stefania spampinato (112 gifs) vanessa ray #01 (681 gifs) wu jiayi (43 gifs) zee pruk (402 gifs) zhou jieqiong / kyulkyung (166 gifs)

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thank you very much for your attention. my askbox and dm are open for any questions!

#c: personal.#rph #rpc #rp br #rp brasil #gif packs #gif icons #colorings #psd colorings #psd templates #reblog please!#i'm so sorry :(#any amount is welcome :((

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kpop-hive · 3 years

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Injured from Sex- Got7

Jaebeom- You woke up to the soft sounds of the birds chirping. Jaebeom was sleeping soundly next to you when all of a sudden you felt a sting on your ass, you winced in pain, Jaebeom immediately woke up after the small whimpers left from your lips smiling first but then it immediately changed when he saw your expressions. “Was I too rough last night?” He asked with a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah kinda, but it’s okay.” You smiled. Jaebeom cuddled you, his hands soothing over the sore skin of your ass as you felt the warmness of his body. “I’ll try to not go harder on you next time beautiful.”

Mark- You woke up with soreness spread across your hips when you woke up from a deep sleep, you tried to turn on your other side but it was the same affect. Curious, you got up and walked to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror, with heavy eyes, you lifted the oversized shirt of your boyfriend to see the prominent bruises on both of your hips, fingerprint shaped and slightly sore. You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, and like clockwork Mark saw the bruises on your skin. “I’m sorry I did that to you, you just make me go crazy.” He said before kissing your neck making you smile. “You look good in my shirt too.” He smirked before dragging you back to bed with him.

Jackson- In your mind, Jackson has a switch implanted in him that he can turn on or off when it comes to roughness in the bed, so it wasn’t an unknown circumstance when you woke up to sore legs the morning after. You used to be very flexible, but when you stopped stretching and doing yoga like you used to you lost that slight edge in yourself, but you still did it, along with the compromising positions and the overstimulation you received you knew how your legs would feel in the morning. Hopping out of bed, you wobbled to the bathroom while Jackson let out a small chuckle before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to start a warm bath for you. “You need to stretch a little more babe.” He sighed.

Jinyoung- You swore your hair felt like it was caught in a vacuum cleaner when you woke up from your sleep. Jinyoung went a little too rough last night as he gripped your hair as he thrusted into you from behind, he is usually rough with you, and you are able to take it, but you guess your hair was just extra sensitive last night so you knew when you attempted to detangle your hair that your scalp would be too sore, and you didn’t want to cause breakage to your strands from all the unnecessary tension. You walked back into the bedroom with your hair in a bun, Jinyoung looking a little confused. “I thought you leaving your hair down?” “I was until a certain someone decided to pull my hair a little too hard last night.” You replied. He chuckled before walking up to you to kiss you before issuing you an apology.

Youngjae- One thing about Youngjae is that he is very passionate about you and your body. He takes time knowing all of your sweet and sensitive spots so it was no surprise to you when you walked to the bathroom to see the red-purple marks that grazed your neck all over, many near each other in the same spots as well as a few on the back of your neck. You loved how territorial Youngjae was over you, but you hated how much they hurt to the touch and the covering them up with concealer for work method as well. You slightly jumped when you felt a warm damp towel on the back of your neck, Youngjae stood proudly holding the towel to your neck before kissing your lips. “Sorry I was too rough on you, I only wanted people to know that you’re mine.” He smiled.

BamBam- You woke up and looked at the heating pad sitting in the chair from across the room. You woke up with an aching pain in your back from last night. When BamBam said he would fuck you into the mattress he was not joking at all. The throbbing pain got worse as you thought about it. Finally, you got up reaching for the heating pad and took it to your bed. Ready to plug it in, BamBam woke up quickly enough to see you getting back to bed as you waited for the pad to heat up, placing underneath your back. “Back still hurt?” He asked slightly awake. “Yeah.” You sighed. “Well instead of a heating pad, how about a nice hot bath?” “Do you plan on making my back hurt more?” You asked. “I wasn’t planning to, but if you insist…” He replied. “Fuck it, it’s worth it.” You said ready to start the bath.

Yugyeom- It was one thing to have sex with Yugyeom, it was another thing to challenge his skills and stamina. You knew this boy was a dancer, and that he was incredibly awesome in bed because of that, but due to your proudness, you challenged him to a stamina battle which you completely failed at, but what was worse was the aching pain you felt between your legs the morning after. You could barely keep your legs closed because it was causing to much friction. You slowly sat up, ready to walk to the bath, but your legs had faltered. Yugyeom saw the intense state you were in felt bad. He quickly came to you, picked you up, and laid you back in bed. “Yugyeom what are you-” “Shh, let me take care of you.” He said moving his mouth lower to your sore core.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Seeing Him After Your Breakup ~ Lim Jaebeom

Your expression was soft as you glanced up, finally noticing hat the sun was beginning to lower. It was a sight that you had never tired of, a sight that you sought plenty of comfort from ever since you found yourself flying solo again, opting to enjoy a chance to relax for a while.

The sight of the sunset didn’t stop Jaebeom from playing on your mind from time to time. It had been a good few months since the two of you had separated, but despite everyone telling you that time was a healer, it didn’t feel that way for you.

Random moments after left you thinking, pondering how different things could be if you had Jaebeom by your side. Enjoying a sunset was something that you always hoped to do with him, but before the two of you got the chance to, you found yourselves going your separate ways, unable to see a way to make your relationship work.

You had found yourself heading to the park ever since, dumping most of your thoughts whilst you watched the sunset it. It was exactly what you needed, especially when one person in particular captured your attention.

“Hey…Y/N?”

You thought your mind was playing tricks with you as a familiar voice called out your name, but as you looked behind you, a familiar face stared down at you. A sheepish smile was on their face, not quite knowing what to do.

“Hi, how are you? You look well.”

“Y-yeah, I’m good, thank you.”

Your heart began to race the moment that your eyes landed on Jaebeom, as the feelings that you had soon came flooding back. Nothing had changed for you, he looked just as you remembered, if not even a little bit better.

“Can I sit?” Jaebeom asked you, “are you watching the sunset too?”

Your head nodded as you shuffled a little to make room for him, “I come down here most evenings after I’ve finished at work.”

“I can see why, it’s great here,” Jaebeom remarked as he took a seat down beside you. “Are you still doing your internship at that office by the café that we liked?”

A lot had changed since the two of you had last seen each other, with plenty to catch one another up on. As you began to tell Jaebeom that you’d ended up securing a job at the office, his smile grew, proud of how hard you had worked.

For a moment all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you, but then he remembered. It felt as if the two of you had never been apart, but at the same time there was months of history behind you both, having never said a word to each other.

“I always knew that that place would want you,” Jaebeom smiled as soon as you finished speaking, “you used to come home with so many compliments.”

You smiled appreciatively back across to Jaebeom, a little uncertain as to how the right way to act around him was anymore. “Thank you,” was all that you ended up saying, choosing to be safe around him.

The two of you soon found yourselves falling silent, both staring across to watch the sunset instead. Your breakup hadn’t left you both hating each other, but it was still the elephant in the room for you both as you tried your best to be civil to one another.

You’d ended up deciding to go your separate ways after you found yourselves at two different stages of your lives. You were a little younger than Jaebeom, and whilst he wanted to think about settling down, you were still pretty keen to head out and explore.

As soon as the fans caught the slightest clue that the two of you were together too, your relationship was pretty doomed. You could never bring yourself to repeat some of the insults that were sent your way, still often hearing a few of them in the back of your mind.

If he could have changed how things would, Jaebeom would in a heartbeat. He hoped that your heart hurt like his did, he hoped that seeing him excited you like the way that seeing you had left him feeling nervous, and hopeful that it wouldn’t be the last time too.

“I’m glad to hear things are going well for you Y/N.”

Your eyes flickered as soon as Jaebeom spoke up, finding yourself listening to everything that he had to say. It had always been one of his favourite things about you, how much you paid attention and always listened to what he had to say.

“I still think about you a lot, I’ve been wondering a lot over the past few months, but I never wanted to reach out and ask,” he told you.

Your head nodded, still a little uncertain as to what to say. As much as you wanted Jaebeom to reach out, you had no idea as to how he felt about you, especially after your breakup too.

“Do you still think about me?”

His question took you slightly by surprise as your body tensed up. “I do,” you sheepishly told Jaebeom, watching as his eyes lit up. “It’s pretty impossible not to think about you when you constantly come up on my TV screens, releasing yet another incredible song.”

Your words made Jaebeom’s heart soar, struggling to control his smile as he listened to you, not wanting to let you see just how touched he was to hear you.

“I always knew that you’d smash it.”

“There’s always felt like there’s one thing missing from that though.”

You knew straight away who Jaebeom was talking about, feeling his stare intensify in your direction. There were so many times when Jaebeom wanted to have you by his side, enjoying the moment with him, but instead he was left wondering where in the world you even were.

“I’m so glad that I came down here tonight, I was thinking of just heading home, but I thought a walk would do me good,” Jaebeom told you, “it’s done me the world of good getting to see you, there’s been so much that I wanted to say to you over these past few months.”

You weren’t quite sure where Jaebeom was going with what he had to say to you until you felt a hand rest over yours. You didn’t react for a few moments, but after realising what Jaebeom was doing, you turned your hand so that it pressed against his.

“Let’s not do anything too quickly,” you warned Jaebeom, “if this is the two of us deciding to at least see each other past tonight, then I don’t want to rush anything Jaebeom. I don’t want a repeat of what happened last time between us.”

“I won’t let that happen, I promise you,” Jaebeom smiled in reply to you. “You have no idea how happy my heart is just being able to see you again Y/N.”

“I never thought I’d see you again,” you admitted, still stunned to see Jaebeom before you.

Although he had gone on to do plenty ever since the two of you separated, he still thought of you, still wished that things could have ended so differently between you both too.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Jaebeom asked you.

Your lips pursed together as you thought momentarily, “that depends, what do you need to know my plans for?”

“It’s for a thing, it’s called a date, didn’t you know? I think we’ve been on one or two before.”

“It seems that I have plans for tomorrow now in that case.”

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flowered-mp3 · 2 years

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vermillion pt. 3 (astriction) - lim jaebeom

pairing: human prince jaebeom + vampire princess female reader

genre: fluff, angst, forbidden love (kinda?), arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, vampire, royalty, fantasy au

word count: 8.3k+

warnings: cursing, mentions of war, depictions of violence, suggestive sexual content

summary: in an effort to end centuries of war, you agree to a political marriage with the enemy. you never considered that your circumstances could allow you to indulge in matters of the heart. that is, until your intended pushes past your boundaries, tempting you with intelligent banter and salacious, midnight promises.

rating: 18+ (mdni)

author’s note: there's a convo here that is inspired by shadow and bone s1 and bridgerton s2! also hope that u guys spot the midnight promise in this part hehe (it's one of my fav scenes that i've ever written!).

[library] [got7 library] [vermillion series]

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astriction (əˈstrikshən) - the act of binding.

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Negotiations are going well, apparently, and the notion has never been more frustrating. You would normally relish smooth political agreements. In fact, you’ve been responsible for the majority of them since your father first allowed you to sit on his council.

This time, however, you are not responsible. You’re now left in the dark concerning your country’s affairs. You know next to nothing about what’s been discussed in the past couple of council meetings. There’s only so much that Suho can divulge without alerting your uncle; after all, that wretched man has eyes everywhere.

You have no one to blame but yourself for this misfortune; allowing yourself to unravel at the hands of a stubborn human prince. So you’ve had to take matters into your own hands.

And you’re anything if not resourceful.

You’ve been sneaking into the archives in the library to read up on all the reports that you’ve managed to get your hands on. At least, that was the plan, until His Royal Highness decided to poke his nose where it doesn’t belong.

The human prince is much more stubborn than you initially gave him credit for, and it’s absolutely infuriating because it seems that for the last week, his presence has become incessant. Constant. Never-ending.

Even when you’re teaching a magic class, or taking a stroll around your father’s gardens, he’s still there, just at the edge of where you can sense his aura, lingering in the corner of your eye like a buzzing insect; slightly irritating upon first sight, but gradually increasing in irritation as its appearance continues.

You attempt to ignore him but your efforts prove futile when he locks eyes with you, as always. The location doesn't matter; he always, always, seems to possess the incredibly annoying skill of finding you. Maybe it’s an accident, but you become distracted within that short second of eye contact anyway. He’s always focused and concentrated, irises dark and glaringly beautiful… It only serves to remind you of the way that he stared at you in that hallway last week.

He’s managed to make your life and responsibilities as Princess Regent decidedly more difficult than it has to be. He’s constantly in your way, stubborn and unyielding but, just the thought of his warm thumb caressing the cool, sensitive skin of your wrist makes your chest clench and your spine arch.

It’s deplorable, truly; the relentless, unforgiving pull that you have towards him.

What you wouldn’t give to escape it.

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Jaebeom is normally quite comfortable with silence. In fact, it’s preferable. For him, nothing is better than tranquil, subdued quiet, especially in combination with the outdoors and a good book.

But at this moment, silence is his absolute worst enemy.

He’s on one of the obligatory, routine, and patronizing walks with you around the palace, and you haven’t said a single word to him since the events of last week. To make matters worse, the rest of his inner circle will be arriving within the evening.

In a brief moment of distraction, his eyes trail towards the expansive window on his right, extending down the brightly lit hallway. It gives him a distant view of the human party marching towards the vampire capital, the Lim family sigil; a sun pierced by a golden arrow in a field of vermillion, strikingly contrasts the surrounding white snow. Half of him is relieved to have humans around for the first time in months, but the other half is undeniably anxious when the memories of the journey come flashing back.

It was arduous and rough at the best of times, all because of the harsh climate, cold weather conditions, and eternal night. You would never be able to tell the time of day here, and it’s a far cry from the temperate warmth of the south. While his inner circle is accustomed to less-than-ideal travelling conditions, he’s sure that the pompous, silver spoon royals from that marching party would complain about it.

Jaebeom nearly wants to pull his own hair out at the stress of it all. He has to defend his people in enemy territory and deal with maintaining a somewhat favourable relationship with his betrothed.

Unfortunately, it’s safe to say that he isn’t doing a very good job at the latter.

Jaebeom is stubborn and enduring, but for some reason, your impenetrable wordlessness chips at his restraint. Every single passing second without a word almost makes him want to scream in frustration. He doesn’t know if he wants to scream at the universe for placing him here, or his father for making him marry you, or you for your unrelenting stubbornness, or himself for being so incredibly attracted to that aspect of your personality, but he just wants to scream.

“You’re upset with me,” he grits out, desperately forcing his urges down. His tone causes you to freeze mid-walk. The muscles in your back visibly tense through the sheer mesh of your dress, and he squeezes his fists even harder at the sight.

“I am not upset,” you answer, and the feigned calmness of your expression makes his blood run hot.

“Tell me what is upsetting you,” he pushes, attempting to decipher if those are the correct words to use. After all, he’s supposed to seduce you in a sense, and he’s been doing a pretty piss poor job at it. But judging by the way that your right eye twitches, those were not the correct words to use.

He should’ve known; you do not take commands from him. Or anyone, really.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop giving me orders?” you answer, your expression starting to become familiar to him again.

He can’t help but allow the corner of his lip to quirk upwards. There we go.

Fiery. Defiant. Confidence that would be confused with arrogance if not for what he’s observed over the last couple of weeks.

“Stop trying to fix something that isn’t there. It is none of your concern,” you add before resuming your walk. His nostrils flare and his jaw tightens, but he forces it down.

“You are my concern because you are my wife-”

“I am not your wife,” you correct viciously, “We are not married.”

Jaebeom re-evaluates, realizing at the moment that reminding you of your attachment to him is a decidedly horrible idea.

“Well, something is bothering you. I apologize if my concern offended you,” he amends, hoping that the added apology will give him something; anything to put him in your good graces.

Instead, you sigh in exasperation and give him the same, monotonous answer that is so far from the truth that it makes every single polite vein in his body to disappear.

He saw you in that room, magic flaring out in spontaneous bursts as you nearly strangled a councilman to a second death. He saw you in that dimly lit hallway, exposed and bare and terrified. He saw you sneak around your own castle as if you’re the stranger, as he is not. Something is definitely amiss and if he has to poke and prod for you to give him the information that he wants, he’ll do it.

“You’re such a shit liar, you know that?”

You stop again. This time, your entire body whips around, eyes narrowing.

“I beg your pardon?” you seethe, stomping over to him with your fists clenching at your sides.

That’s it, he thinks, pleased that you gave him a genuine reaction for the first time in weeks. Anger and frustration make people slip up, and he’s convinced that you are not the exception.

“You,” he challenges with a cock of his head, purposefully asserting himself in your presence, “Are a shit. Fucking. Liar.”

Your jaw clenches at that, nostrils flaring with your brows furrowing deeper than before. If he really pays attention, he’s able to catch that little spark that you get in your eyes when you’re particularly vexed. It’s a sight that he’s accustomed to by now (whether that fact is positive or not, he has no idea.).

Then, just as his gaze drifts away from your eyes, your lips part. Surely, it’s to tell him off. To curse at him. Or, if he’s lucky, you’ll break and tell him exactly what’s been going on.

However, you surprise him by abiding by none of those predictions.

It’s as if whatever you were going to say is now caught in your throat.

It confuses him for a moment, but he catches the sight of his brother speaking to your uncle from the corner of his eye. The two of them are just down the hall; you must’ve sensed them as you explained the other evening. Youngjae is facing away from the balcony, but your uncle is facing it, staring at you both with a leering eye.

To an outside spectator, nothing about it would be amiss but it’s in the way that you step closer to him, as if to conceal yourself from your uncle’s gaze. That action is uncharacteristic to the woman that he’s come to know as of late, and the contrast has him concerned. Then, he recalls the comments that the King made at one of the previous meetings about you, and it’s starting to make some sense.

He begins to wonder if the relationships within the Styrian royal family are strained because it seems to him that there’s something that’s hidden behind closed doors. That instability could prove to be a vital striking point if his father wants to crumble the Styrian royals from the inside. However, that possibility sinks to the back of his mind when your discomfort becomes glaringly apparent, based on your stiff posture, tightened jaw, and fidgeting fingers.

Remembering his father’s words, he steps into your uncle’s line of vision, meeting your eyes as a consequence. The moment that it happens, you’re brought out of whatever trance that he initially saw.

“Your Highness?” you question, oblivious to his inner turmoil. It seems to him that you’re expecting another insult to be thrown your way but instead, he increases the pace of his steps, tugging you along the length of the hallway and away from your uncle’s invading eyes.

Unaware of his true intentions, you tease him, “What? Run out of insults to give me?”

Jaebeom doesn’t reply. Instead, he ignores your moderately confused face and presses his palm against the base of your back. His face is blank, wordlessly urging you to not look back as his pace hastens.

He wants so badly to seem unaffected, but his brain is not communicating with the rest of him. He’s affected to the degree that his mind continues to battle with his father’s words. He wants to conceal the sudden protectiveness that he has over you, but concern starts to bleed through his stoic façade. You fail to take note, however.

Or, do you?

Perhaps, he is imagining the softening eyes that contrast your icy and distant expression.

The realization, however, comes too late. Before he’s able to give any words of acknowledgement, you pull away from him, as if his touch is a trigger.

“Please take your accusations elsewhere. If you’ll excuse me,” you say over your shoulder, your cordial tone unable to tame the flames that seem to dance behind your eyes.

He should reach out. Ask for more time with you. The lingering sensation of your cool touch against his warm skin does nothing but exacerbate the compulsion. But instead, his attention is caught by a man that he never intends to speak to.

“May I have a word with you, Your Highness?” your uncle asks him, and Jaebeom slowly turns around to see King Jiho’s thin, gaunt face, eyes dim and uncomfortably calculating.

✧✧✧

You need to get away.

From the palace, from this life, consistently plagued by misfortune.

You remember the time when you could leave the walls of this city. Explore the vast, wintery lands you’ve called home for the past 200 years. To hunt. To use your magic without fear of retribution. To have your father here with you in this very garden, picking snowdrops to tuck into your hair when you’re not looking.

“My dearest,” he would say with a smile and a pinch of your cheek, “My precious gem. My smart and beautiful daughter.”

The memory of your response to him makes you chuckle, even as melancholic as you feel in the moment.

“Not really,” you had said to him, pouty and upset, “Suho says that I scare all the boys at court. They can’t even talk to me! How can I be beautiful if I scare them?”

“Your magic is power. It’s unknown, and that combination scares people. But power doesn’t make you ugly, dearest. I have magic and I’m not ugly, am I?”

Your father’s question made you ponder as a child.

“No, Father,” you answered.

“Does my power scare you?” he asked again.

“Of course not!” you replied, almost offended that he would even imply such a thing. How could his power scare you? Even as a child, you knew that your father had killed people. Humans, you gathered. Yet, his viciousness never extended to his family. Ever.

“See, dearest. Power does not make you ugly or unwanted. Power is like an amplifier. If you are good before having power, your goodness will only be amplified.”

A simplified explanation for a child, but it convinced you for a time.

But decades have passed since then, and it seems that you’re still unable to get past it; the fear of losing control; the pain of being unwanted as a result.

It’s times like these when your heart aches for his presence. What you wouldn’t give to ask for his advice, for him to guide you, one last time. What you wouldn’t give to have your father’s presence at your wedding, arranged or not. Perhaps, in a different universe, you would marry for love, and not for… Whatever you call the relationship that you have with the prince.

But what would he have told you to do in this case? Would he even be able to solve this political turmoil, the corruption that your uncle has allowed in his court? Not only does it feel like you’re surrounded by enemies, it feels as if you’re suffocating under the pressure of it all; your uncle, the court, the judgement of your own people, your impending marriage with that irritating human prince.

Your father isn’t here anymore. The one person that you could rely on, that you could trust wholeheartedly, is gone, and the loneliness builds in your chest until suddenly, you feel a stream of tears beginning to slip down your cheeks.

“I thought that I would find you here.”

You blink in surprise at Suho’s voice, jolting out of your seated position. In an effort to conceal your tears, you bring the sleeve of your coat to your face, wiping away the signs of sadness.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask softly, sitting back down when your brother joins you on the bench. You turn away, hoping to hide the quiver in your lower lip; a tell-tale sign that you’ve been crying.

“I was asking around for you. No one knows where you went and since this garden is only accessible to the three of us, I figured that this is where you would be.”

“Congratulations on solving that mystery. I’m sure that it was very difficult,” you deadpan, your sarcasm sounding more exhausted than you thought that it would.

“Hm,” he acknowledges, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in silent support, “This was always your favourite place to wallow in your sadness.”

He almost makes you laugh.

“I am not wallowing in my sadness,” you scoff at him, pulling away to slap his arm playfully, “I’m brooding.”

Suho throws his head back in a full, throaty chuckle.

“Ah. Have you also noticed that your future husband is doing the same? Walking around the palace with a poorly disguised scowl all over his face, scaring everyone out of their wits? He’s even managed to make your handmaidens trade their praise for his handsomeness to fears that he’ll wring their necks. I should’ve known that you’d be the cause of it.”

“And what was the cause, exactly?” you feign innocence, but it looks like Suho isn’t taking it.

“You know the cause,” he answers, his playful tone turning serious. Suddenly, it becomes apparent that his purpose for seeking you out isn’t for support or comfort, but to interrogate.

“Is that what you came here for?” you accuse sharply.

There’s a deafening pause before he answers, as if his mind is choosing the correct words.

“We need to discuss what happened last week.”

You blink at your brother, choosing to feign disinterest. You already know how this conversation will go.

“No, we don’t. I am well aware of what I did, and I’m suffering the consequences for it,” you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“The arguments. The yelling. It needs to stop. If it doesn’t, the consequences that you will suffer will be far less civilized than they are now,” Suho advises, tone curt.

You scoff at his warning, “Did Uncle send you here to scold me?”

Suho doesn’t respond, so the answer is probably a resounding yes.

“I didn’t know that you started to do his dirty work,” you jab, and Suho’s nostrils flare at that comment. However, his level-headedness remains.

“You need to be careful, Sister. You’re going to get us into a lot of trouble if your recklessness continues.”

“I am not reckless, it’s just that-”

“The human is getting under your skin, isn’t he?” Suho interrupts, and your words stop in their tracks.

Yes, you admit through your body language, unable to put it into words.

“It was a result of being careful of the humans, Brother. I can’t just… Abide by their requests, no matter how simple they might seem to be. So, I am being careful,” you respond instead, ignoring the fact that His Highness was brought up as a talking point.

You would much rather talk about your Uncle than him, at the moment, and just the idea of that makes your skin crawl.

“That isn’t what I meant,” Suho says, causing your head to perk up.

“What do you mean?”

Your brother sighs before taking a seat next to you, placing a supportive palm on your shoulder.

“You need to be careful of Uncle,”

“I am-”

“No, you’re not. Uncle is capable of cruelty, Sister. Unimaginable cruelty. You weren’t turned when Uncle was in his prime but I was. I saw what he did at the borders when the war was at its worst. I saw what he did to those that disobeyed him. He may not have the strength of a traditional warrior but he always manages to get other people to do his bidding,” he answers. His tone borders on patronizing, and it lights anger inside you.

“I know that he’s a backhanded snake, Brother. I know that.”

“Do you?,” he challenges, his patronizing tone now nearing a full scold, “Do you know the extent of his political power? What lengths vampires will go just to quench their thirst for money or power or glory?”

“He threatened Yuna! You can’t just expect me to just sit there and take it!” you raise your voice at him, and he visually flinches.

“Of course not, but-”

“But what?”

He pauses, as if contemplating his choice of words.

“We need to be strategic about this,” he finally decides to say, voice softening to the point that only you would be able to hear him. “I know that you’re smart, but we need to be strategic. Know when to pick your battles because Uncle has the power to put you away. All he needs is a small incident to fuel it.”

Your mind locks onto the consequences of the council meeting.

Diplomacy is your specialty when it concerns a party that is outside of your own family. More than good. It allows objectivity and clear thinking. You thought that keeping the humans at a distance would be the objective thing to do but now, you’re able to see that it isn’t.

Your uncle is adamant about getting you married off. Nearly to the point where he’s willing to abide by the foolish requests from the humans. You’ve known from the start that he’s wanted to get rid of you somehow, so you’ve acted in direct defiance of that. But after Suho’s words, the true path is revealing itself.

“Heed Uncle’s requests for now. Do what you can do within your power to keep us safe.”

Your eyes narrow at the way his eyes seem to plead for your compliance.

You know that your brother hates your uncle just as much as you do. In addition, he was just as against the engagement as you were. So the question is, why is he suddenly abiding by your uncle and this marriage?

“What are you up to, Brother?” you ask cautiously, looking straight into his eyes. You’re careful, but unwavering.

He laughs the question off.

“So calculating, Sister. Always trying to decipher and get the upper hand,” he teases, moving in for a hug. He wraps his arms around you, comforting and strong. Then, he whispers a promise so secure, so serious, so incredibly unlike your brother that it’s terrifying.

“You’ll find out soon enough. But know that I will protect you. Both of you. Always.”

✧✧✧

“She’s difficult, isn’t she?”

Jaebeom presses his lips together, unsure of how to respond to King Jiho’s question.

Should he play on your uncle’s side and agree? Remain neutral? Or should he oppose him and take the stance of a protective lover?

Jaebeom decides on the truth instead.

“She is unlike any woman that I’ve ever met,” he responds. Well, it’s some form of the truth, at least.

The King chuckles, “Well for starters, she’s a vampire. I cannot imagine that you’ve met very many.”

Jaebeom’s jaw clenches slightly at the latter comment, but he refrains from allowing any more of his emotional response to seep through.

“I have, actually. I fought in the wars, Your Grace,” he answers as calmly as he can, ignoring the slight jab of the King’s words. He essentially implied that he did not leave the capital to fight a war that’s been raging since his birth.

What kind of person did he take him for?

“Apologies for my presumptuous comment,” he says cautiously, “I nearly forgot that you did. After all, the years that you’ve spent on the battlefield pales in comparison to my own.”

Ah, yes. The classic vampire condescension appears once again.

It’s no wonder that you’re so apprehensive around him, and it only serves to make Jaebeom wonder how he’s been treating you. This is his first private conversation with the man, and he can already gather that his intentions are less than honourable.

This vampire king is slimy, and that fact makes Jaebeom angrier than he already is.

“Why the serious face? We will be a family soon, Jaebeom. And I'll be here to watch over your blossoming relationship with the Princess until the end.”

The King speaks in thinly veiled threats. Whether he’ll make good on those threats, Jaebeom isn’t sure. So, he airs on the side of caution and represses the scathing retort that threatens to slip from his lips. Instead, he shifts the conversation to you, hoping that the conversation will just be seen as a man attempting to learn more about his intended, and nothing else.

“I’m sure that you want to protect your niece, so I am confident in your watchful eye,” Jaebeom replies, internally scoffing. If the past week has taught him anything, it’s that you don’t need to be watched or protected, least of all by your uncle. If anything, Jaebeom is beginning to believe that you would flourish away from the restrictions of the palace, away from the scrutiny of royal life.

Just like him.

“I look forward to giving her hand to you,” King Jiho says, and the presumptuous undertone has Jaebeom’s fists clenching behind his back. The King is either ignorant or foolish to believe that you are his to give away, to use as a pawn in his scheming.

But is Jaebeom any better? He reminds himself that he’s doing the same; using you for his scheming. For his agenda.

For his father’s agenda.

The inkling of guilt that’s been developing over the past week is only intensified with the realization.

“Are you two especially close?” Jaebeom pushes a little, just to see what his response would be. The King’s eyes narrow, just slightly, before answering.

“She is my brother’s precious daughter,” he replies, and Jaebeom takes note of the way that his eyes flash with betrayal; with anger when he says precious daughter. “So of course, we are close. But, this conversation would probably be more conducive if we speak about the Princess when she is present. Perhaps, you both could join me for tea after your family arrives?”

Jaebeom immediately recognizes the invitation as another ploy for him to dig his nails into both you and himself; to grasp onto that control that he so desperately craves.

He’s a small, pathetic man, but Jaebeom nods anyway, and bows to feign respect.

“I’ll leave it to the Princess to accept that invitation,” he answers confidently.

Predictably so, the King’s brow twitches in irritation. How annoying it must be to allow you to make an autonomous decision. Now, Jaebeom understands why you possess such vitriol for him.

With that understanding, Jaebeom allows himself the luxury of giving the King a raised brow and a smug smirk. Then, he bows again. This time, he bends a full, mocking 90 degrees and walks away without another word, once again ignoring the guilt that continues to infect his mind.

And it works, for a time.

He speaks with his father an hour later, which refocuses him on his mission. He’s here to marry you. To gain access to vampire knowledge, previously inaccessible to humans since the war first began. He very well might be the first in four generations to have the opportunity to do so, and he knows that he cannot fail under any circumstances.

No matter how much the better part of his subconscious wants to.

But Jaebeom is beginning to realize that forgiveness and civility is a luxury that he will never have. Not when his mother’s mutilated body continues to haunt his dreams. Not when his father and his entire country is counting on him to end this war.

Permanently.

Yet, when he finally has a chance to sit in his chambers to write, he’s finding it harder than he anticipated.

This must be the thousandth military report that Jaebeom has written over the course of his life, but this one is slowly but surely becoming the most difficult.

His chambers are dark, save for the warm glow of the candles and the lamp in the corner of his desk. The quill in his left hand is wet with invisible ink, but the tip fails to make contact with the parchment.

Half of his report has been written, mostly concerning his own health and the structure of the vampire royals. Jaebeom details the layout of the palace in detail; from the courtyard and the gardens to the training grounds and the armoury. While his father is in Styria, such verbal conversations within the country could be dangerous. The nature of his true mission is contained to his father, Jinyoung, and himself. Youngjae doesn’t even know, and Jaebeom aims to keep it that way with these discrete, bi-weekly reports. He can’t trust anyone.

Especially, you and your face and your voice and your alluring, terrifyingly powerful magic.

Surely, his father would want the details of your power; strengths and weaknesses. He already knows that you can sense auras from approximately two meters away; he didn’t even have to try to get that piece of valuable information.

He sighs out, pressing his palms against his eyelids in exertion. He has to get into your good graces. To be a good husband. To act the part.

He must.

Jaebeom knows that you crave freedom. Autonomy. The ability to use magic without being terrified of scrutiny. He saw it with his own eyes. So, he’s going to give it to you.

At least, the idea of it.

The last subject that needs to be addressed is the vast repository of information that could be made available to him. After following you around the palace, he finally managed to get something that could prove fruitful.

The palace library.

There must have been hundreds and thousands of shelves filled to the brim with scrolls, books, and manuscripts, some of which had titles that he managed to recognize. The only difference is that those were first edition copies that date back to the times when the war had just started.

Not only were there works of literature that attracted him, but there were also pieces that detailed everything there is to know about vampire society and its vast history. Jaebeom was only able to take a brief glance, but he saw enough to understand the collection is an incredible find for their cause. It’s exactly what they’ve been looking for. The assortment could inform them of Styrian secrets that humans would never be able to get a hold of, until now.

All he needs to do is write that information down and give it to his father, but his hand fails to write them down at a normal speed.

There isn’t much time before the Alcasian’s reach the palace, so there isn’t a second to waste. But, his writing is almost lethargic; messy and unmotivated. On a surface level, he did what he had to do to get the information that he needed. But that doesn’t help the uncomfortable, nearly suffocating sensation that begins to bubble out from his chest and into his throat with each stroke of the quill. It’s almost as if he feels…

Shame?

No, he reminds himself, no.

He blinks rapidly before shaking his head to refocus.

Pressing the tip of the quill to the parchment, he continues to write, ignoring the gut-wrenching guilt that continues to fester in his mind.

✧✧✧

“Princess?”

“Mmhm?” you nod in the midst of your distraction, turning your head in the direction of the sound.

“I don’t know how to control the sparks,” a little dark-haired boy tells you, jutting his hands out with a flickering, uncontrolled flame in the centre. He pouts, and the endearing sight makes your chest swell.

Right. Your task at hand is this magic lesson to the freshly turned vampires. Freshly turned, meaning that they can handle their bloodthirsty impulses to be around the general public, but not in control of their magic to not pose some form of danger. Your father had organized a program specifically to integrate vampires turned as children, and you’ve been the head since he passed.

And unfortunately, more and more vampire children have been showing up lately. Most of them come from the border, where the fighting was the thickest and most prevalent.

“Here,” you start by placing your palms underneath his small hands, “You’re putting too much magic into your hands, and too much of it means that it’s hard to wield. Try to concentrate on it, sweetheart. It’s like squinting your eyes when you try to see anything far away.”

The little boy nods cutely, and the stray sprigs of his hair bounce with each movement of his head. It takes a second, but the wild sparks eventually calm down to a small, controlled flame in the center of his palms, flickering with warmth. The rest of the students gasp in awe, rushing towards the little boy in fascination.

However, the small flame only lasts for a couple of seconds before dissipating, the boy panting with exhaustion as his hands swing at his sides.

“That’s so hard, Princess!” he pouts, slumping onto the ground with the other children circling him.

“It’s supposed to be hard. You have to train for a long time to control it,” you explain, tone softening in an effort to not seem too imposing or strict.

“How long did it take you, Princess?” a little girl asks, blonde pigtails swinging as he turns her head in the direction of your voice.

“A long time,” you answer, pausing to demonstrate on a physical object. Your eyes dart around to spot an object; any object, before deciding on a lit column candle that rests on the candelabra across from you. With a practiced twist of your wrist, you carefully lift up the candle from the candelabra and bring it in front of your students.

“It took me a very long time to be able to lift something without flinging it across the room or crushing it,” you laugh, basking in the collective sounds of pure, childlike discovery. The mere awe in their voices nearly heals the restless, unrelenting anger that you’ve been experiencing as of late, courtesy of that damned human prince.

“What kind of magic do you have, Princess?” another child asks, peering up at you with wide eyes.

“Energy. Everything in the world has energy, living or not. So, I can move and control that energy around and manipulate objects and the space within it,” you state simply, albeit worried that the complexity of the information will go over their little heads. So, you begin to add to that explanation with simpler vocabulary. However, your mind gradually strays toward his human Highness and company, who are situated on the balcony above.

And the human Highness in question is currently venturing down the stairs to probably spark up some unwanted conversation, on your part.

You truly cannot escape him.

With an exasperated sigh, you walk over to deal with him, allowing the children to practice as planned.

“I am clearly busy, Your Highness,” you say to him, unimpressed. You would almost feel sorry for the tone that you’re taking with him, if it wasn’t for the fact that he stripped you of a responsibility that you greatly enjoyed. That, and the fact that he is the way that he is.

“Normally, a simple hello is customary when greeting someone,” he scowls, eyes sharpening in displeasure.

“I saw you three hours ago.”

He pauses to allow a small smirk to creep onto his face, manifesting into a slight quirk of his brow, “I cannot want a hello from my wife?”

You don’t bother to correct him this time around.

“I’m not entirely sure that you deserve a hello from me,” you give him a false, simpering smile instead. If you’ve learnt anything about him over the past month, it’s that he hates it when you take him down a peg. Or a couple of them, really.

“You just said it,” he responds matter-of-factly. His words almost make you physically recoil, and it seems that he’s noticed. The scowl from a couple of seconds ago is morphing into a smug smirk. Clearly, he’s pleased with the way that his wit caught you off guard.

“I believe that I’ve made it abundantly clear that I do not wish to see nor speak with you,” you sigh, much too preoccupied to entertain his teasing. You haven’t had any conversations of substance since what occurred last week, and you intend to keep it that way for as long as possible.

He should at least allow you to savour what’s left of your freedom before taking you away from your family.

So, you begin to turn away, spinning on the balls of your feet. Unfortunately, you only make it a couple of steps before you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist.

Despite the rough callouses, his touch is tender and warm; so warm…

“Your uncle has made it apparent to me that-”

You shake your head.

“My uncle,” you interrupt, yanking your wrist from his grip before glaring into those sharp eyes of his, “Can fuck off. And I recommend that you do the same.”

And with that, Jaebeom nearly recoils. You can see it. But then, his momentary surprise quickly disappears, replacing itself with the infuriatingly characteristic smirk that makes your entire body heat up.

“I believe that is the first time that I’ve ever heard you curse,” he almost smiles, stalking closer until he’s only an arm’s length away. Then, he leans in; just a bit, and his voice descends into a whisper, “Who knew that the Princess Regent would have such a filthy mouth?”

Your nostrils flare in irritation, and you’re hoping that it disguises the fluttering in the pit of your stomach after he implies that you have a filthy mouth…

“Fuck. Off,” you try to spit out the insult with a smile on your face, but you’re not entirely sure if it worked. Instead of dwelling on it though, you turn around and walk away, as if nothing riled up your temper. That was the plan at least, until you nearly ran over a pair of students in the process.

“Who’s that, Princess?” one of them asks, peeking to the side to catch a glimpse of him. They slowly waddle over to him until their brows furrow and their nose scrunches in disgust.

“Smells like a human,” they say, immediately retreating. An almost protective barrier is formed between yourself and Jaebeom, your students seemingly intent on shielding you from him.

“This is His Highness, Prince Jaebeom from the human lands. He’s my…” you trail off, trying to search for the right word to describe him. Enemy? Bane of your existence? Eternal annoyance?

“Intended. We’re getting married,” he answers for you instead, taking a single step forward before bowing to your students respectfully. Although there is a healthy distance between Jaebeom and the children, your students seem wary of his presence. That prediction of yours proves to be correct because the little boy with the fire magic leaves the protective huddle to say, “You’re not allowed to marry the Princess.”

Your jaw drops at his words. Part of you is impressed by his outspoken behaviour but the other half is mortified. If anyone else overheard, they would start to question your abilities as an educator and then your uncle will have you thrown off the project and-

“Sounds like I have some competition,” Jaebeom chuckles after laughing loudly, the bass-like sound almost echoing in the room. Then, he crouches down to ruffle the little boy’s hair, and the expression that he has on his face is…

Almost pleasant.

Almost.

Strangely, it’s enough to have you abide by whatever he wants to ask of you. So, you ask, “What is it that my uncle requested of me?”

Jaebeom’s eyes widen marginally, likely surprised by your compliance.

“The Alcasian’s are here. We are to meet them with you, at my side,” he answers, and you swallow at the way he emphasizes the last couple of words.

You, at my side.

You’re cautious, still, but you nod regardless. You need to meet the humans anyway, so why waste the chance at the protection of an escort?

Surely, this feeling is that. The need for an escort. It’s practical.

So, make your leave after waving for Corvus to supervise the children in your absence.

Jaebeom urges you away with a gentle hand on the base of your spine; it’s a habit that you’re beginning to notice from him. The familiar warmth of his palm seeps through the fabric of your dress. However, this time, you feel the sensation of his palm gliding across your lower back with a pressure that feels utterly illicit, and captures your attention with his opposite hand on your chin. With a slight crook of his knuckle, you meet the dark eyes that you’re begrudgingly accustomed to staring into.

“Just to let you know, I am not abiding by your uncle’s wishes,” he tells you softly, and your eyebrows raise in surprise and suspicion.

“It is at my command to have you on my arm when I greet my family, not King Jiho’s,” Jaebeom continues, and the tone that his voice takes is no longer playful. Not like before. He spits out your uncle’s name and title as if he possesses the same degree of venomous hate that you do. Then, he leans in for what seems to be a kiss, until he tilts his head towards your ear at the very last second.

“I want you at my side as my equal,” he whispers, and if you weren’t squeezing your fists together, you would surely gasp at his admission, “I want them to know who their future queen is.”

You’re unable to restrain the shock that you’re surely displaying all over your face. Your jaw is open, eyes wide. Realistically speaking, becoming Queen isn’t possible. Suho is next in line, not you. He might be the Crown Prince of his country, but you cannot rule his people either. You cannot live with him in Alsace; you’ll die the second you step foot in the light of the sun, out of the magic that shields Styria. However, the fact that he’s willing to give you that…

“I’m confused, I cannot be a queen, I-”

“Why are you so against the idea of it? Why do you constantly fight me? Once I marry you, I will give you the autonomy you desire. The freedom that you so desperately need. There will be peace. Isn’t that what you want?” Jaebeom asks, but freezes mid-sentence, likely realizing that it came out harsher than he intended.

“Of course, I want peace!” you nearly yell, pulling away from his touch, “But can’t you see? Marrying you will be the end of my freedom, and it’s presumptuous for you to believe that it’s something for you to give me. I’m not even able to attend council meetings anymore, courtesy of your ridiculous policies, need I remind you. I’ll be separated from my brother and my sister who need me. Once I marry you; once you attempt to control me… I cannot protect my people and my family from my uncle, and you’ll force me to-”

You cut yourself off, ashamed that you’ve revealed so much already.

“You should see your family yourself. Please give them my regards,” you finish, unable to fight any longer. You begin to walk away, but you should know better by now.

His Highness never allows you reprieve. He never allows you to simply walk away. He has to fight and argue and irritate and-

Your breath catches when you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist. But this time, there is no force. He doesn’t pull or jerk you towards him. Instead, he keeps his distance, save for the thumb that begins to rub warm, soothing circles on the inside of your wrist. Your skin suddenly feels sensitive, as if your skin is being pulled and drawn tighter with each second in his presence.

“Do you truly hold me in such low esteem?” his voice is soft, almost small, eyes seemingly on the cusp of tears.

You’re taken aback by the change in emotion, but actively choose to ignore the guilt that’s beginning to slice into you by replying, “You haven’t given me a reason to think otherwise.”

“Do you hate me that much? To the extent that you’re unwilling to give me a chance; to give us a chance?” he responds, and his usage of us makes your chest clench. He could be referring to his people; to humans as a whole, and part of you wants so desperately to believe that is true.

But your cursed mind wanders, betraying you by believing that he’s referring to your marriage. To whatever relationship that could come about from this absurd arrangement.

“I do hate you.”

A lie.

“Have you ever wanted to kill me?”

“Yes.”

Another lie.

His eyes narrow immediately, chin jutting out as it usually does when he becomes angry.

“Why is it that you continue to be a shit fucking liar?” he seethes, and you see red. You yank the hand that remains in his hand in an attempt to storm off, but his grip is too strong. Instead, he pulls you in with a force that leaves you dizzy. His eyes, concentrated and mesmerizingly dark, bore into yours with such intensity that you’re beginning to understand why your handmaidens became so afraid...

Terrified that this human prince would wring their necks.

“Look me in the eye and say that. Say that you hate me. Say that you want to kill me. Because if you actually wanted that, you would’ve done it already.”

Your body freezes at his accusation, magic beginning to slip through the cracks of your façade. Fists clenching, you try so desperately to rein it in.

“And what of you? Do you hate me? Do you want to kill me?” you challenge, barely able to get the words out without sounding shaky, “ You want revenge for the humans that we’ve killed, don’t you? I’m sure that bringing back the head of the Princess Regent would be a great fucking triumph. Oh, the sheer glory that you would bask in.”

Upon the assertion slipping from your lips, the greatsword strapped to his hip becomes glaringly apparent. He tugs, forcing you just a little bit closer. His brows furrow; out of frustration or anger or effort, you’re not sure, but the tension on his face eases as soon as it appears.

“I don’t want glory,” he breathes against you, “I just want this war to be finished.”

He sounds utterly wounded, as if pleading for his life. The desperation of his expression, the darkness of his eyes. You almost want to secede. So before you know it; before you’re even aware of how breathy and meek he’s made your voice, you say, “Your Highness, I-“

“I know that you do not want to marry me,” he pauses with a swallow, tightening his hold on your wrist, just barely, “Frankly, I do not want to marry you either. I do not take commands very well. I’m sure that you understand,” he continues, almost chuckling at his own misfortune.

“I also know that I cannot promise peace. I understand that. I apologize for antagonizing you but I am not going to apologize for those policies, because I truly believe that it's what's best for my people. I also cannot promise that I won’t continue to fight your backward and completely absurd vampire customs but I will promise you this,” his eyes soften exponentially, and the sight of it causes your breath to hitch, “I will not harm you. I will never force you to do anything. I promise that I will be a good husband to you. A good father, if you would bless me with children one day. I will remain faithful. I will not make you feel as if you have no say in this marriage. I know that my existence in your life would be but a fleeting memory but I will treat you well, and hope that those short memories in your long life will be your fondest.”

For the first time since meeting him, you’re speechless. You have nothing to say. Your mind is blank.

“I might be the biggest fool who ever lived to make grand promises to such a terrifying woman,” he smiles at you, and it’s as if heat is starting to bleed into your body, “I also won't lie and say that your magic isn't one of the most terrifying things that I've witnessed. But I am not afraid of you. I see you. So in fact, use your power all you want, I don’t care. And if that opinion makes me a fool, so be it.”

“Your Highness, I almost killed someone,” you counter, unable to believe that a human would be so unafraid when your fellow vampires are the direct opposite.

“But you didn’t,” he replies, and weirdly enough, it calms you. Perhaps, it's the way that his body language remains strong; he doesn't cower or waver from his position in front of you. His eye contact remains, inky pupils boring into your own as if he sees; truly sees, the being behind the title, the magic, and the fangs.

"You don't know me," you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop tears from welling up. "You don't know what I've done."

The slaughter after your turning. The inability to control your magic at the start of it all. The people that you've killed as a result.

He shakes his head, "You didn't hurt me. You could have, but you didn't. That's good enough if you ask me."

His words sink in, and suddenly, there’s nothing in the world that you can feel except for his distinct aura, warm, calm, and heart-achingly human.

“So, my only request is that you meet my family by my side, and for you to stop fighting me,” he pleads, and now, you’re starting to notice that you’ve subconsciously drifted even closer to his body during his speech.

"That's two requests, Your Highness," you joke in an attempt to seem unrattled, unsure of what to make of your turbulent emotions. You're predicting that he'll make another snide remark but instead, he remains serious.

“Please,” he adds before lifting your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. In an almost embarrassing fashion, your entire body ignites upon contact with his lips; it's as if your long-dead heart is actually beating in your chest. His plea sounds genuine, yet desperate and vulnerable. It’s unlike the prince that you first met. He’s almost...

Sincere, without the bravado of his teasing.

So much so, that you find yourself whispering a quiet yes.

And without another word, you loop your arm through his and tug him towards you. You press the side of your body against his, slotting together perfectly before walking towards the throne room, his family awaiting you both.

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rikiflowers · 3 years

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rain and heartbeat; l. jaebeom

a short y/n (fem!reader) x lim jaebeom scenario.

warnings: a little bit angst, fluff

- 1.9k words

“Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.” ― Ranata Suzuki

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People love. So violent that breathing was pointless. Nothing could be compared; nothing was as intense as the feeling of loving and being loved. She loved. She loved too much and that was ultimately what broke everything; She loved too much and neglected herself. Many said that you give up a piece of yourself if you loved unconditionally – y/n had given everything and was left with nothing. The end came stormy, almost destructive, leaving her with nothing. Emptiness.

She swore to herself; Never again. Never again would she love so much. Never again let a person get so close to her. Never catch fire again because she won't stand the burning. Never again. It was like a mantra that she sang in front of her, as she stared out the window in the dark of her room, trying not to feel reality.

But life was not as hoped it would be. It was played by its own rules, in which you were just a small figure in a big, endless stream. Suddenly she was swept away and came across someone who, for the second time in her life, tore the ground from under her feet and dragged her into the storm.

Time: 5:24 PM

Uncertainly, her fingers buzzed over the chat. All good intentions were gone, just at the moment when she had to gather her courage. She had her episode again – stronger than ever. Everything in her contracted convulsively. Why couldn't she jump over her shadow even at that moment? Why did she put so many obstacles in her own way? He was different. He was not the man who had destroyed her life at some point back then – Jaebeom was different. He was so much more than she could put it into words. y/n finally wanted to confess to him that what lays on her tongue at every conversation, at every meeting and at every glance and was ready to just break out of it.

She wanted to tell her best friend that she loved him. Finally, after all those years of not wanting to admit it. In which she labeled the tender feelings that grew in her over and over again as mere friendly feelings. She finally wanted it. She wanted to love him, but there was a problem; how would she know that he felt the same way? Most likely, he didn’t, and she would ruin with her confession what she was so attached to – their friendship. Y/n was caught in a dilemma, and nothing would help, but to finally take her courage and risk it.

Could she endure it, when he rejected her, and everything would change? Everything she appreciated so much about him then would be dissolved as they drifted apart and there was nothing left of the warmth; a horror scenario.

But what was she supposed to do about these stormy, even urgent feelings that completely captured her thoughts, made her imagine surreal things and clouded her perception? She was no longer herself – not for a long time.

Jaebeom, with those deep eyes that she could look into for hours, had her heart in his hand. Unconsciously, he pressed harder and simply deprived her of the ability to live normally with his closeness. She was so hopelessly in love.

Y/n had to write to him. It was now three weeks in which they had no more contact – it didn't seem like much, but for the young woman it was the world. Each of her nerve cells was tense and not a day went by when she didn't wish to shout it out to him, so she had to make a cut. The young woman needed time to think. The whole weeks boiled down to only one thing – her confession.

So, the young woman had been sitting in front of her smartphone for an hour and camped in the chat of Jaebeom and her. And then when she suddenly saw the online sign, she closed all the windows in shock and threw her head back, staring at the ceiling. She was so hopeless.

Then it had to bring the new day, on which the courage hopefully was coming back. Now it was over. She couldn't. She decided to watch her favorite series, escaping the endless overthinking. The young woman had her day off and since she had nothing to do anyway (and of course wanted to avoid the confession).

She jumped off her sofa, wanted to prepare her favorite tea before she snuggled up in the soft fabric of her couch. The well-known sound of raindrops at her window made her pause. It hadn't rained in a long time. In the small kitchen, she turned on the kettle, but she had to turn on her small lamp beforehand – the sudden rain came with a storm that had suddenly darkened the sky.

No matter what she thought of, it was always Jaebeom. Always him. She felt transported back to the time when she loved someone so much and was shattered by it. She didn't want it to take the same course. y/n didn't want that with him. He knew about it; knew how much she suffered from her relationship at that time. He was always there. His warmth was always there, but at some point, that was no longer enough for her and now she was sitting here, listening to the old kettle, which hissed and chuckled – she found peace in the sounds associated with the rain. The tranquility.

Something about this situation led to an inner peace. Perhaps it was the finite rain that drummed against her windows, drowning out their own racing heartbeat.

A knock on the door tore her out of her thoughts and made her pulse race. She hated it when the doorbell rang or knocked because she wasn't expecting anyone. Silently, she stopped, hoping that whoever was standing outside the door would leave.

It knocked again. The kettle was ready, but her muscles weren't moving. Who the hell knocked on her door? y/n had no contact with any neighbors, and she did not expect any packages. She had only a few friends who knew that she didn’t like it, when they showed up unannounced.

Another knock. She got scared. Who was so intrusive that he was still standing at the door after the first knock? She tried to make quietly sure of this and crept to the door on her cuddly socks.

Only a quick glance through the spy was enough, so she unlocked the door with a racing heart. It was Jaebeom, completely soaked. He stood in front of her. After weeks she saw him again and he looked desperately through the black strands which fell wet in his face. He had been outside in that weather. Reality hit her hard.

"Oh God Jae – come in right away." She scurried him, but he stopped as if he was rooted. She had forgotten their lasting silence for a moment. "I have to ask you something and after that I will never bother you again y/n."

She wanted to answer, wanted to ask how he came up with the idea that he was going to bother her, but nothing came from her lips. Silently she looked at him, clawed into the door frame to keep her trembling hands in check. "Did you notice my feelings and stay away from me because of it?"

"Huh?", it escaped first, since she had not yet processed the question properly. What kind of feelings? She didn't understand anything at that moment. Her brain wasn't working properly, even though she had spent hours searching for the right words before.

"You have already understood me y/n.", it has escaped him louder and more urgently than he had in mind. He was standing in the middle of the hallway, where the neighbors could hear everything. Jaebeom dripped the hallway full.

"I don't know what you mean Jae – I stayed away from you for another reason," she defended herself, completely ignoring the fact that the older man had just indirectly confessed his feelings to her. "Please come in first, you'll catch a cold," she said caringly and dragged the young man by his wet sleeve into her apartment.

"What reason?"

The question had to come, of course. It could not be avoided. The best moment to finally let it out. He was here now and yet she was struggling. She looked at him in despair before turning around. "I'll get you new things that I still have from you – wait a minute."

y/n had no way to leave, because she was stopped by the black-haired man, who suddenly pulled the young woman backwards into his arms. Immediately she got wet, the moisture immediately ran through her clothes, and she should actually be cold – but inside she glowed. "Jaebeom?"

"I love you, y/n. For so long. I can't suppress it anymore. I know I'm destroying our friendship, but I can't", he nuzzled against her sensitive ears, and everything turned up in her. Had she just really heard that? He reciprocated their feelings? Was she dreaming?

"I'm so sorry that I'm destroying the friendship... Don't hate me, please." From his lips came a plea and it made everything in the young woman pull together. He had probably suffered as much as she had in the whole time. He had the same fears as her. His grip on her upper body loosened and finally y/n acted on her own. The young woman turned to him and looked up at him. As if in slow motion, she pushed the wet strands out of his eyes, watching him as he closed his eyes at the gentle touch. A moment of silence in which everything went slowly. Every touch was felt.

"I could never hate you, Jaebeom," whispered the young woman, the rain in the background synchronized with her words. Her fingertips ran over his cheeks, over his chin, on which the beard stubbles cavorted. Delicately her fingers ran over his full lips and very easily the elder returned the pressure against her fingertips; it tingled.

"I avoided you because I felt the same way. My love for you was too strong and I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship."

Jaebeom opened his eyes, looking for confirmation of these words in her eyes. The confession hit him deeply, shook him and he suddenly let himself fall in front of the young woman, clutching her legs while she heard him sobbing quietly.

"And I thought you were loathing me. I – I'm so happy."

y/n let herself sink down to him, pulled him bumpily into her arms – she didn't care that she herself was getting wet. That didn't count now. She wanted to be close to her love. Tears of joy ran down the young woman's cheeks as Jaebeom clung desperately to her. God, he loved her so much. For so long he had suppressed these feelings and was almost broken by them.

Now it was like a dream. He never thought that his hasty actions would lead to them finally coming together. His heart had acted on its own. y/n was now in his arms.

The quiet rain sound and two heartbeats at one were her favorite sound from now on.

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kpoppwriter · 3 years

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Hallo can I please request 18 for daddy JB please?

❧ Synopsis: You never thought you’d be one for a domestic life but here you were

❧ Genre: fluff and slightly suggestive

❧ Warnings: n/a

❧ A/N: I hope this is coherent I'm running on 4 hours of sleep rn

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"I feel like I'm getting old.”

"Baby, you aren’t old at all,” Jaebeom laughed

"I know but I had this super domestic thought earlier,” you pouted

"That doesn't make you old though."

Jaebeom continued to cook at the stove. You watched him from your spot on the counter. You stared down at the pan he was using. Your eyebrows furrowed.

"We should get some new cookware.”

Jaebeom looked up at you with an amused expression.

"What?"

"Nothing,” he chuckled, "Maybe you are getting old."

"Hey!” you playfully smacked his shoulder, “You're supposed to make me feel better!"

He moved the pan off the hot burner and turned off the stove. He moved to stand between your legs, his hands taking purchase on your waist.

"You aren't getting old baby. I promise,” he said, “We have lots of years left before we're actually old."

He pecked your lips gently. His hand caressed your waist as he pulled you closer towards him. His lips captured yours in a more passionate kiss. His hands slowly trailed down to the apex of your thighs squeezing the flesh. Your fingers threaded through his hair gently tugging the strands. He let out a low groan and pulled you even closer to his body.

"We can do something to remind you how young we still are,” his lips moved beside your ear, “And how much stamina we both still have.”

You chuckled at the smirk on Jaebeom’s face. You hopped off the counter and started to walk out of the kitchen. Jaebeom stood in the middle of the kitchen a bit confused.

"You coming?” you raised your voice so the could hear you from down the hall

Jaebeom quickly walked down the hall to catch up with you before you got to the bedroom.

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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Without You (1)

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Warning: Death, Mentions of Miscarriage, Sadness, Etc

Word Count: 1.6k

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"So.." you whisper. You can hear your husband sigh from the other side of the phone. "We're going to my mom's on Saturday." You tell him.

You can hear him chuckle through the speaker, it was one of your favorite sounds from Jinyoung. He was your heart, you swore he was your soulmate. The two of you had only been married for about a year, together for three, but the entire time it was bliss. You couldn't have picked a better man to be by your side.

"That's fine, babe." He laughs. "You know I love your mom's cooking. Maybe we can finally tell her." He suggests. You smile as you place your hand on your stomach, rubbing the tiniest bump you had.

You and Jinyoung had been trying for a few months for a baby, and now that it was finally happening, neither of you felt like you could wait.

"Sure we can." You respond.

"Sorry babe, gotta go. Got a call about a robbery." He suddenly says.

"Okay, I love you." You tell him as you hear his cruiser speeding up.

"Love you forever." He says before the call goes silent.

It had now been nine hours and nineteen minutes since you had heard from him.

"No." You laugh. "He said he was going to be home early tonight." You sigh, looking at the watch on your wrist that read 9:19pm. "Yes mom, Saturday at 4pm, we will be there." You sigh.

Ding Dong.

"You know what, hold on a second mom, there's someone at the door." You murmur, making your way to the front of your house. You never had visitors this late. You look through the peephole and see your Sergent standing there with his head hung low. "Mom." You whisper as you open the door.

"Mrs. Park." He begins.

"Don't." You whisper. "Please.. don't."

"Mrs. Park.. I'm so sorry to inform you.." he pauses with a sigh. "Tonight, during a robbery, Jinyoung was shot. His partner called it in immediately but there was nothing that could have been done. Mrs. Park, we extend our deepest condolences to you at this time." He finishes. The phone drops from your hand, shattering on the floor. Your mind is racing as it loops through the time you had spent together, all your significant moments that lead you to where you were now. The memories all rushed forwards as you dropped down to your knees, clutching your stomach.

Your first date where he tried to eat something with garlic on it, even though he actually despises it, just because he didn't want to seem problematic to you. He was already smitten with you and you had only been on one date.

A year later when he proposed to you, kneeling outside the police station after you had both taken your entrance exams. He told you he had known you were the only one for him from the moment he laid his eyes on you.

The excitement you both felt when you received your exam results, and you both had passed with flying colors. Neither of you could contain the excitement you felt, you were both going to be pursuing your dream jobs.

A little after that, the way he cried when he saw you walking down the aisle in your gown on your wedding day, the way he croaked when he promised to love you for the rest of your life together.

The conversation you both had last week of you telling him you were finally pregnant, he so badly wanted a little mixture of you both running around. He would have been the greatest dad.

This morning when he made love to you before he left for work, the way he held you and whispered how much he loved you. The way he kissed your stomach before he left, so excited for what the future held for you, him and your little bundle of joy.

Everything now was crashing down, everything landing directly on top of you. Jinyoung was always the one who pulled you from the wrecks and kept you swimming above water. Your world was falling apart, and Jinyoung wasn't there to save you anymore. You were drowning and he was gone.

You stood in front of the doors of the entrance to the seating area for Jinyoung's funeral. The more people came to hug you, pat you on the back or give you a sympathizing or heartbroken look, pissed you off. You were barely holding on as it was, and the constant reminder of your lack of a husband, or comment wondering how you were holding up was getting to be too much, especially with the constant look of judgement from Jinyoung's mother.

At least you had your baby, that was really the only thing that was keeping you just barely above the surface.

"Ayn." His mother says, looking you up and down. "You look.. presentable."

"It's a funeral, it doesn't matter how I look Mrs. Park." You sigh. "You can find a seat at the front." You finish.

"Is that anyway to speak to your mother in law?" She scoffs. "Maybe had you been a better wife, and been able to keep my Jinyoung home that night, he would still be here. How could you do this to us? You should have been better." She cries.

"Well it's not like I have a husband to be better for now, do I? Go sit your ass down somewhere and please, for my sake shut the fuck up." You spit.

Standing in front of everyone, Jinyoung's casket lay just a few feet from you. You looked out into the crowd, recognizing everyone sitting before you, until you looked in the very back. There sat an unfamiliar man, with black hair and piercing eyes. He sat with his hand folded neatly on his lap as he waited for you to speak.

As you gave your heartfelt eulogy, your eyes wandered the crowd, but somehow always managed to land back on the stranger who sat in the back row. Once you finished, you stepped down, receiving more hugs from more family members. You turned to look back at his seat, now empty.

He had a face you'd never forget.

That evening you went home, alone and exhausted. You were stressed, exhausted and felt like you were living in an alternate universe. You stood in the doorway of your bedroom, you had not been in the room since he died. Your lip trembled as you crawled into his side of the bed, laying your head on the pillow that smelled just like him. All you could do is cry into his pillow until you fell asleep.

What felt like seconds later you woke up to a stabbing feeling in your stomach. When you took the blankets off you, you noticed blood and alot of it. Without hesitation you drove yourself to the hospital to get checked out. You couldn't have lost it.. this wasn't happening.

Hours later you walk out of the hospital feeling empty. Your heart was empty, your stomach was empty.

You had nothing.

You had no one.

And you didn't know if you were going to make it.

A few weeks later you sat in your kitchen, the quietness was something you would never get used to, it was deafening. Life sure had changed from what you had dreamed so long ago. You stared into the textured glass that was holding the last of your anniversary wine, the one you and Jinyoung shared together. It was both your favorites. It was sweet but the bitterness of life burned your eyes and ate at your stomach. You were so fed up, you threw the glass against the kitchen wall where it joined the other three, “oops...it’s all broken now! Just like my life. And that fucking security light that keeps coming on for no damn reason! Why is everything broken,” you screamed. Dropping to your knees crying over broken glass, broken dreams, a broken heart.

“I fucking miss you so damn much,” sobbing you crawl to out of the kitchen. Missing the shadow at the window. Again.

Months and months passed like a blur, but as they continued, you slowly became a newer version of your old self. A year later you were still here, and things had gotten easier day by day, the ache in your heart never left. You still missed Jinyoung immensely but you knew you needed to try and move on, he wouldn't want you to wallow in your sadness. But things had been so different without him. You never realized how much he actually had done for you until you now had to do it yourself, not to mention you never really noticed when weird things happened until now.

The first time you went to the shed to grab the lawnmower, you noticed a faint trail of footsteps in the backyard, from the gate to your back door.

You shook it off and forgot about it pretty quickly.

A few nights later, your best friend and coworker, Joy, invited you for a night out on the town. You reluctantly agreed, but ended up happy you went out.

"I cannot do another shot." You laugh. "I do have to work tomorrow."

"You're working the night shift." Your friend Joy yells. "You're off duty, live a little." She says, sliding another shot towards you while she holds her own. You roll your eyes but pick it up, and shoot it back.

"Oh god." You gag. "You have terrible taste in alcohol."

"And men." She giggles.

"I'm going to the bathroom." You say, sliding your chair back and heading towards the bathrooms.

You had your head down as you walked, and barely noticed the man coming towards you. Your shoulder collides with his chest, knocking you back a bit. You look up to apologize and recognize him immediately.

"It's you." You whisper.

"I'm sorry?" He laughs.

"You were at my husband's funeral." You say. "How did you know him? Park Jinyoung."

His face lights up. "That's right, you were his wife." He says. "I'm Lim Jaebum. I was his partner."

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sweetestofchaos · 3 years

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𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒: Anon (I’m guessing since it wasn’t an ask, you don’t want to be named) 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌): NSFW. Teasing. Oral (F/M receiving). Unprotected Sex. Cursing. 𝖲𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈: You had a great date night with your hubby. The dinner was yummy, the music was nice and the night air was cooling. Now it’s time to head home for the night and he...or you has something else in mind other than sleep.

ᙏαɾƙ

Mark unlocked the front door and stepped to the side for you to enter first. The two bottles of wine had you feeling right, and you were giggling to yourself as you struggled to take your heels off. Shutting the door behind himself, Mark leant up against the door and watched you struggle. You were bent over, one hand on the wall beside you while your other fought with the strap tied around your ankle. The light blue dress you had on, rose with each jerk of your body reviling more and more of your bare skin to Mark’s hungry eyes.

A flash of yellow caught Mark’s eyes and he tilted his head to the side to get a better look. Mark chuckled and licked his lips, “Baby girl let me help you.” Pushing himself off the door, Mark walked over and knelt in front of you. You placed your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady as Mark easily untied your heels and pulled them off. Looking up at your though his dark lashes and bangs, Mark smirked. “You look so good from down here baby girl.” Mark’s words were smooth and cool as his hot hands left your skin burn as they trailed up your bare legs.

You were spellbound, Mark’s eyes never left yours as he pushed your dress up on your hips, reviling your yellow thong. Mark bite his lip and winked at you, “Hold on to me Y/N.” You gasped when Mark back you against the wall and threw one of your legs over his shoulder. Mark pulled your thong down your leg, and you wined as cool air hit your heated core. Your hands threaded in his hair and Mark had you singing the sweetest of songs as he dove face first between your legs.

“You’re sweeter than the wine baby girl.”

ﻞαҽßҽσ𝓶

Your lips crashed into Jaebeom’s as he fiddled with the lock of the front door. The two of you stubbled inside and Jaebeom groaned as you started to palm him through his dress pants.

“Mmm-” Jaebeom pulls you away from him and he smirks. “Y/N there’s no need to be jealous.”

You roll your eyes and push Jaebeom farther into the house. The waitress at the restaurant had the nerve to slip Jaebeom her number as she gave him the bill and you were pissed. Jaebeom found your jealously amusing, it was very rare that you ever got jealous since he was an idol. You ignored Jaebeom’s words of comfort and once in the bedroom, you made quick work of his dress pants. Sitting on the bed with his blue dress shirt still on, Jaebeom watches you with hooded eyes as you lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

Jaebeom reaches out and cups your face, running his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “Go head kitten, take what belongs to you.” he spreads his legs wider and you pull his dick free from his boxer shorts. Jaebeom’s breath catches in his throat as you place soft and wet kisses along the length of his dick. You let your tongue graze the sensitive flesh teasingly before you lap up the bead of precum that is drooling from Jaebeom’s dick.

“Ashii...” Jaebeom sucks in a deep breath as you swallow around him, not wasting anytime to push him down your throat. You gag once and take a deep breath through your nose before you start to bob your head up and down.

“I’m all yours kitten, all yours.”

ﻞα𝓬ƙടσɳ

You stand in front the bedroom mirror and look over yourself. Jackson is waiting for you in the living room, so the two of you could watch a movie before bed. Tonight, had be perfect and you had something special in mind to thank Jackson for such a nice time. Taking a deep breath, you turn away from the mirror and head out the bedroom. Your bare feet paddle on the carpet and you smile seeing Jackson sitting right where you left him, clueless as he searches Netflix for a movie to watch. Pushing your nerves to the back of your mind, you clear your throat lightly, but loud enough to catch Jackson’s attention.

“Babe you oka -” Jackson’s words catch in his throat as his eyes widen. “B-baby what is t-this?” Jackson turns slightly on the touch and props his head up with his hand. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and raises an eyebrow. “Now what did I do to deserve such a sexy little gift?”

You feel heat rise from your neck and spread under your skin, “Hmmm, I wonder?” You playfully tease as you walk over to Jackson. Reaching out, Jackson grabs hold of your hand and leads you over to stand right in front of him. You stand between Jackson’s legs and smile softly as Jackson’s large hands trace over the black lace ruffles of your thong. “Can I sit or what?” You question and your words pull Jackson from his self-induced trance.

“Yes, queen. Sit on your throne.” Jackson quickly unbuckles his pants and pulls them down his legs along with his boxers. His dick smacks against his stripped shirt and you giggle as he blushes. Taking hold of your hands, Jackson helps you straddle his waist and you both moan when you sink down onto his dick. Jackson’s hands go right to your ass, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re a fucking goddess...”

ﻞιɳყσᥙɳց

“Do you want dessert from here?” Jinyoung raised an eyebrow at you as you shook your head. “Are you sure? You love their-”

“Do you wanna go eat ramen?” You cut Jinyoung off with a smile and he presses his lips together as his eyes widen. Laughing, Jinyoung waves the waiter over and quickly pays for your meal. Together the two of you leave the restaurant and Jinyoung speeds home while you sit in the passenger seat and tease him. Your hand is between your spread legs and Jinyoung can hardly focus on the road as your moans and scent fill the car.

“Y-Y/N, darling...” Jinyoung bites his lip with a shake of his head. “If you come, you won’t come again tonight.” His eyes are playful, but you know that Jinyoung is being serious. Reaching across the arm rest, you grab Jinyoung’s hand and bring it to between your legs. Jinyoung’s fingers graze against your soaked folds and he bites his lower lip feeling his dick straining against the zipper of his dress pants.

In the safety of your own home, Jinyoung has you pinned against the hood of his car. “You really are such a needy girl, Y/N.” Jinyoung runs a hand up from your hip to your neck and he holds you in place as he presses his lips to yours. You can feel his dick pressing against your thigh and you moan. “No, no...shhhh.” Jinyoung nips at your bottom lip playfully before he pushes away from you. “You have twenty seconds to be in our room, on the bed and completely naked.” Running a hand through his hair, Jinyoung winks and licks his lips, “Twenty...nineteen...”

You hurry to the front door and try to steady your trembling hands. You knew teasing Jinyoung was playing with fire, but he was a burn that you welcomed with open arms. From his place beside the car, Jinyoung watches as you disappear into the house, and he laughs as he loosens the tie around his neck.

“Silly girl...Do I wanna eat ramen?” Jinyoung starts to walk towards the front door. “I’ll always eat whatever you offer.”

Уσᥙɳցʝαҽ

Youngjae couldn’t keep his hands to himself as the two of you walked through the front door of your shared apartment. You giggled as Youngjae nibbled on your neck and tickled your sides. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you pulled him closer to your body. You could feel his heart beating against his chest. Tugging his hair lightly, you pulled Youngjae’s face away from your neck and crashed your lips into his. His tongue was in your mouth within seconds, and you moaned. The kiss was sloppy, but you loved it. Running his hands down your side, Youngjae picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt hiking up over your ass and waist.

Holding onto you with one hand, Youngjae pecked your lips before he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “So, the couch or...?” Youngjae raised an eyebrow as he motioned with his free hand between the couch, the kitchen and the hallway that lead to the bedroom. Coco was having a doggie sleep over at Yugyeom’s, so you had the whole place to yourselves.

“All three?” You challenge and Youngjae grins.

“Such a dirty girl, my baby is.” Youngjae walks into the kitchen and sets you on top of the island. “I’ll make sure to clean you up real good.” Lowering himself to his knees, Youngjae situates himself between your legs and you bite you lip as you look down at him. Pulling your skirt and panties down your legs, Youngjae spreads your folds with his thumb and giggles to himself.

“Challenged accepted.”

ᗷᎯⲙᑲᎯⲙ

“So can I have my reward now or later?”

Hands wrap around your waist from behind and you lean back in Bambam’s chest as he starts to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder. You fight back a moan as Bambam sinks his teeth into your neck. He sucks on the skin while his hands push your shirt farther and farther up your chest.

“And if I say later?” You place your hands on top of Bambam’s and he rests his chin on your shoulder.

Bambam pouts and shakes his head, “It’s too late for that baby.” Turning you around in his arms, Bambam crashes his lips into yours and backs you up until the back of your legs hit the bed. “I behaved all night; don’t you think I deserve a reward?”

“Oh, you want a reward?” You tease as you pinch Bambam’s checks lightly, and he nods his head with a laugh as he nips at your fingers. “Strip baby boy.” You push Bambam away from you and pull your shirt over your head, letting it fall to the floor. Bambam quickly strips out of his clothing, and you laugh. You point to the bed and Bambam lays down with his head propped up by the pillows. You remove your clothing, making sure to keep your sea foam green panties on. Bambam’s dick is standing at attention, and you smirk as you crawl onto the bed. You wrap your hand around his member and Bambam shivers from your touch, not once taking his eyes off you.

“Y-Y/N...don’t tease me.”

You raise an eyebrow and teasingly blow on his swollen tip. “What’s my name?”

“M-mami...” Bambam mutters, his face turning red, and you giggle.

“That’s right baby boy.” You lean down and take Bambam into your mouth without another word and Bambam lets out a high pitched wine.

“Fuck mami...shit!”

ჄυɢႸ∈𝖮ⲙ

“Jagiya!” Yugyeom wined as you slapped his hand away from you.

“I’m not dying so you can get off!” You warn and Yugyeom pouts from his spot in the driver seat. The ride home is silent with the occasional slap of Yugyeom’s hand. Parking the car, Yugyeom quickly gets out and rushes over to your side to open your door. You roll your eyes and step out the car, taking Yugyeom’s outstretched hand. Yugyeom kisses your hand and pulls you into his side as he wraps an arm around your waist. “Yugyeom...”

“I’m not doing anything baby.” You don’t miss the sly smile on Yugyeom’s face as he leads you to the front door of your shared apartment. “Can you unlock the door? I can’t find my key.”

“You just locked the car,” you point out and Yugyeom throws his head back with a laugh. Sighing you reach into your purse and grab your keys. Yugyeom starts to littler kisses along the back of your neck, and you narrow your eyes trying to focus on the task as hand.

“Having trouble?’ Yugyeom purrs in your ear and you freeze when his hand squeezes your ass roughly. “Opps,” Yugyeom teases and you shake your head. This boy is going to be the death of you. You finally manage to get the door open and Yugyeom has you pressed against the wall before the door even closes shut.

“Y-Yugyeomie,” you start to wine and Yugyeom shake his head.

“You teased me all night baby. I think it time for a little payback.” Yugyeom slips his hand up your dress and you moan as he cups your heat through your panties. “So wet for me already huh?” Yugyeom can feel the wet spot on your panties, and he grins as he teases you over your panties. You grip Yugyeom’s collar and pull him down into a kiss.

Yugyeom pulls his hand away and steps away from you with a large grin on his face.

*dancing his way to the bedroom* “Let’s get it jagi...before I fuck you right here where everyone will hear you.”

#soc scenario #got7 #soc got7 #kim yugyeom #choi youngjae #park jinyoung #jackson wang #lim jaebeom #bambam #mark tuan #got7 scenarios #exqueuese me

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dotbammie · 7 years

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Love Song// Im Jaebum

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Working with your best friend has it’s perks.

Author’s Note: Hello! i know the request asked for smut in it, but I found it hard to incorporate smut into the scenario, but i did my best :’( enjoy~

xoxo Sara

Music had always been a creative, and emotional outlet for you. Whenever you were sad, angry, or happy, even just having a simple spark of inspiration— you wrote and listened to music. You had always wanted to work in the music industry, but you were always too shy to audition for a big company. You simply wanted to be a part of the music, and to have a hand in the music making process. Of course, you loved to sing and dance as much as you liked actually writing and composing the music, but your personality conflicted too much with that needed of a pop star, so you happily settled for writing and composing music for music industries. You were able to write for some big stars, and you felt extremely lucky that you had the opportunity to do so.

Your close friend, Jackson, had convinced you to show some of your compositions to the people of his company—JYP Entertainment—and they absolutely loved the pieces that you composed. They hired you almost immediately, and put you to work composing and mixing songs for trainees to listen and practice to. You had never worked on anything big that would be on an album before, though.

Because of Jackson, you were able to become close to the boys of GOT7, and even becoming so close that you trusted them enough to listen to some of your more personal compositions. Although you loved all of the boys and saw them as almost a second family, you felt something different towards one member in particular.

He was always very kind to you, although he did it in more of a sneaky way—not wanting any of the boys seeing the sweet and kind things he did for you because of his seemingly mysterious and silent nature. But, whenever you were around, he always smiled. His smile warmed your heart, so much so that you found it beating at an increasing speed whenever that smile was directed at you. You didn’t know it at first, but as time went by and you were able to spend more and more time with all of the boys, you knew that what you felt when he smiled at you wasn’t just a one-time thing; you knew it was love.

You had been sitting at home, like you would be on any other day, when you felt your phone vibrate. You cleaned your hands of the stains that the cheese doodles you were eating left on your fingers, before picking your phone up and pressing it to your cheek.

“Hello,” you hummed into the phone, taking the remote or your tv and putting it on mute.

“(Y/N),” JYP said on the other line, the sound of rustling papers being heard in the background, “I’m so glad that you picked up the find. You see, I have a job that needs to be done, and it’s a job that only you can do.”

“Ah, a job only I can do?” you questioned, smiling softly, “And what may that job be?

“I need you to write a love song for a new album,” he said simply.

“Ah, a love song,” you said, throwing your blanket off of your lap and putting the bowl of cheese doodles on your coffee table, “not about anything specific? Not like a Confession Song or anything like that?”

“Funny that you would mention that song, actually,” JYP said, making you raise an eyebrow as to what song he would be referring to from your statement, “Because that’s actually the band that you’ll be writing for.”

It took you a moment, but as soon as the light bulb went off in your head, you smiled. “Are they at the studio yet?”

“I’m sure you can beat them here if you ran,” JYP chuckled, “They’re slow walkers, you know. Come surprise them. You’re the only composer that we have that can deal with those seven boys. Most of the others want to tear their heads off after they’re in the recording studio with them for an hour.”

“ah,” you said, laughing softly and nodding although you knew he couldn’t see.“Alright, that makes sense then. That’s no problem for me, i’ll do my best to whip those seven boys into shape for their next album.Thank you for this opportunity, I’ll make sure to do my best.”

“I know you will, I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t believe that you would produce a number one hit for one of my biggest groups right now. Now hurry on to the studio if you want to beat them there.”

You smiled and hung up, springing off the couch to get your bag and shoes on, along with your good pair of headphones so you could mix tracks while you were there. Once you had everything ready, you ran down to the studio.

You managed to make it before them, although you were sweating and panting slightly as you entered the building.You pressed your hand against the light switch, turning on both the lights and the air conditioning in the recording studio. Thankfully, the recording studio they had also held couches and tables for you to write on for lyrics. You set your things down on one of the couches, making your way to the soundboard, when you heard the door open.

“(Y/N)?” You heard Jackson’s voice, making you smile as you slowly turned around, “What are you doing here? I thought the person who is supposed to help us compose is supposed to be meeting us here?”

“Well, then it would make sense as to why i’m here then, wouldn’t it?” you hummed, walking over to all of them as a wide smile spread across everyone’s face. Jackson picked you up, hugging you tightly. “No way! That’s amazing!”

“Isn’t it?” you said as he put you down, going to make way to hug each of the boys as you normally would. “I’m really excited to be working with you guys.”

“I’m glad it’s you and not anyone else,” Mark said as you went up to Jaebum, “At least we know that we’ll have a say in what’s being produced and put on our album with you.”

You nodded softly and looked up to Jaebum, His smile towards you making your knees feel weak. You felt your heart skip a beat as he leaned in to you to give you a hug, but you didn’t want him to feel it, so you hugged him quickly and turned to Yugyeom.

“Ah,” Yugyeom said, side hugging you gently, “We only have a week until we have to pick all of our tracks, don’t we? Do you think that’s enough time?”

“Uh, have you met (Y/N)?” Jackson chuckled, pointing in between both you and Jaebum. “She’s almost as bad as he is when it comes to burrowing herself in her work to meet a deadline.”

Jaebum rolled his eyes at Jackson, smacking him in the shoulder gently. Though it was a gentle smack, Jackson overreacted, holding his shoulder and sucking in a deep breath. “Ah, that hurt Jaebum. Why are you so mean?”

“If you mean that,” Jaebum said, ignoring Jackson’s comment and turning to you, “then she must be itching to do work right now like I am, so let’s not make her wait, okay?”

The day went on almost too smoothly after that; you and the boys sat down and listened to the tracks that they already had in mind for their new album, seeing as how they mesh together to almost make a story. Youngjae and Bambam had produced a song purely on their interpretations of sounds of the night, while Yugyeom and Jaebum produced an R&B type song to add more beats to the album. Jinyoung, Jackson and Mark also wrote something, but they hadn’t began producing it yet. So, instead of taking the rest of the day to write the song that you were supposed to be writing, you took it to help the boys layer the tracks of that song.

As the night came to a close, almost all of the boys seemed to get more and more sleepy. They all smiled at you as you sat at the soundboard, waiting for the next move to be made.

“I’m glad you’re helping us with our new song,” Jackson said out of the blue, patting your head gently as he went over to the couch to get his jacket, “I’m sorry that we didn’t work on it that much today, though.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” you reassured him, waving him off slightly as you turned to the monitors that laid behind on the sound board, “It’s no big deal. In fact, i’ll starting the lyrics now so that they’re all ready for you to have tomorrow. The melody won’t be hard to write at all, so we don’t have to worry about that either.”

“Should we leave you alone to it, then?” Jinyoung asked, “Or do you want us to stay so we can help?”

“No no, you go,” you sat down on the couch, paper and pen in hand, “If I have any trouble, then I’ll just call you. I’m used to being along at night, so i’ll just take my time and lock up after I leave.”

“Alright,” Youngjae said, smiling and waving at you, “If you’re sure you’re okay alone, then i’m going to go home and get some sleep. Bye (Y/N)~”

“Don’t stay up too late,” Jackson warned as everyone as mumbled their goodbyes, filing out of the small room. “I don’t want a tired and cranky (Y/N) to work with tomorrow.”

you chuckled and nodded at him, waving goodbye to him as he left and closed the door behind him. Once everyone had left, you went to your bag and grabbed a notebook, ripping out a piece of paper from it and taking a pen while sitting down on the nice comfy couch.

You looked at your paper for what seemed like forever, before realizing; you had no inspiration. You had no idea what to write about or how the lyrics should go. None of the boys brainstormed about what they thought the song should be about, so you had no basis to go off of in terms of their wants and needs for the structure of the song. You hadn’t even had the title of the song picked out yet, and it was beginning to frustrate you that you could not come up with anything.

Usually, lyrics come out of your mind like it’s nobodies business. It was never this hard to write about something for you. Maybe you were scared that this time, your song would either help or hurt your best friends? Maybe you were worried they wouldn’t like it?

You groaned silently, running your hands through your hair as you stood up from the couch, storming to the soundboard and putting your headphones on. You sat in the chair and began to type out the notes that you wanted and what you hoped that it would sound like into a program that will show you what you wrote and play it back for you, but even with the music playing right in your ears, you still had no clue on what to write in terms of lyrics.

After an hour or so, you began falling asleep listening to the music, eyes fluttering shut every so often as you leaned your head in your palm, when you felt someone gently tapping your shoulder. You jumped, immediately ripping your headphones out and turning around in the chair, to see Jaebum right in front of you. He smiled softly at you, taking his hand away from you and gripping a plastic bag he was carrying with both hands as you stared at him, waiting for your heart to calm down.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You were silent for a moment, shaking your head as you felt your heart stop beating, and instead jump into your throat. Did it do that because you were scared? Or did it do that because he was there with you?

“No,” you said after swallowing hard, shaking your head as you composed yourself, “No no, it’s fine, this is your recording studio, anyway. But, what are you doing here so late?”

“I came to check up on you,” he said nonchalantly, avoiding your gaze as he pulled out the chair next to yours and took a seat, “When Jackson said that you were a hard worker like me, I didn’t want to believe it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him as he turned to you slightly, giving you a soft smile.

“I don’t like the thought of you overworking yourself until you pass out on the soundboard,” he said. he looked down at his lap, slowly taking out what was in the plastic bag. He pulled out a bagel from the bag, looking up at you and extending it out to you. “I wasn’t sure what you liked on it, so i got butter. I hope that’s okay.”

You felt your heart swell as you looked at the bagel, shaking your head gently, “You got me a bagel?”

“You didn’t eat while we were working today,” he said, still holding out the bagel to you, “And I wasn’t sure if you had eaten before you got here.”

A moment of silence fell on the two of you, before Jaebum nudged the bagel in front of you a little more.You took it slowly, smiling at him as you did so. “That was very sweet of you. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Jaebum said, turning a bit to point to a mini fridge that was over by the door to enter the recording booth, “Feel free to take a water from there. It’s stocked right now, and get’s restocked every three or four days that we work in here, so don’t be afraid that it’ll run out.”

You nodded once again as Jaebum stood, very softly patting your head as he did so. “Don’t stress too much, okay?”

“I’m not stressed,” you chuckled at him, “Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re still here, even though we still have time. It’s either you’re stressed because you don’t have the melody or the lyrics, or you just don’t want to go home. And by the way that I found you when I came in, i’m sure it’s not the second option.” He walked over to the door, smiling gently as he opened it. “Goodnight, (Y/N). Don’t work too hard.”

You smiled back, nodding. “I won’t.”

He nodded back, closing the door behind him as he left. You sighed, looking down at the bagel yet again before peeling the wrapper off. Your heart didn’t stop pounding since the moment he walked in, and you knew you must have been red the whole time he sat next to you.

As you listened to the music and ate your bagel, you thought of Jaebum. You knew you liked him a lot, and you wished that you could tell him your feelings, but you were too shy. You had no idea how to even approach the subject without becoming flustered. After what seemed to be the one hundredth time listening to the track, the bagel long gone, you felt the overwhelming sense of creativity. Before it left you, you quickly went over to the couch and began writing whatever came to your mind. Even one word phrases that you wrote down could become potential ad-libs for the boys to put in, and you kept that in mind.

You had no idea when, but you must have fallen asleep at some point in the night. You kicked out slightly, slowly turning into the couch with your eyes still closed, when you noticed that something was laying on top of you. You knew the boys didn’t keep blankets in the recording studio, so you suddenly became frightened due to the unknown object laying on top of you. You shot up from off the couch, the object falling to the ground with a thud as you did so. You looked down, to see a jean jacket laying spread out on the floor. You picked it up slowly, the scent of of a familiar cologne filling your nose, and without turning it over, you already knew who’s jean jacket it was.

You smiled softly, holding the jacket against your chest, before whipping your head around to look for its owner. He wasn’t there, so why was his jacket? And how did it end up on top of you?

You rubbed your eyes. yawning slightly as you looked at the table, the sheet of paper filled with lyrics still sitting there with the pen on top of it. You sighed, picking it up and looking over them, before the door opened.

You looked up to see Jackson and Jaebum walk through the door, both of them looking over to you with smiles on their faces.

“Good morning, sleepy,” Jackson said, tossing a bottle of some sort of iced coffee at you, “We came a few minutes ago and you were knocked out, so we decided to go out and get you something to wake you up.”

You nodded at him as he made his way to the soundboard, picking up your headphones as Jaebum smiled at you. Jackson unplugged the headphones before pressing play on the soundboard and turning the speakers up, letting the music you already composed fill the room as the other members filed in behind them. You looked at Jaebum, still holding his jacket in your lap, as he nodded his head along with the beat.

“This sounds amazing,” Bambam commented, “It’s slow, but it’s not too slow, and there are amazing drops in it.It’s a contrast to all of our other songs, but it’s not too big of a contrast.”

“You did an amazing job, (Y/N),” Jinyoung said, smiling to you as he looked down at the table, noticing the piece of paper on it. “Are those the lyrics, by any chance?”

You looked at the paper momentarily before nodding, slowly standing up and placing Jaebum’s jacket on the couch while Jinyoung took the piece of paper. Youngjae and Jackson leaned over his shoulder and read from behind him, humming along with the lyrics while the melody played.

“These are really cute lyrics,” Jackson said, smiling at you, “I feel like you wrote this about you, though.”

“No no,” Jinyoung shushed him, shaking his head, “The lyrics are almost a conversation between two people, but not quite. It’s definitely a song about the confusing things people do when they’re in love, but don’t seem to know it yet.”Jinyoung looked up at you. “Who did you have in mind when you wrote this, (Y/N)?”

You stayed silent for a moment, shaking your head before shrugging. “No one in particular. But if you like them, then we should start recording.” You made your way over to the sound board, sitting in the chair and placing the headphones on before pointing at Jinyoung, “ I thought you should start off the song, and then Mark should do the first rap in it.”

As soon as you said that, each of the boys seemed to want to get work done, and day went off without anyone asking you again who the song was about or how you wrote it. Each recording went smoothly, all of the boys doing well with their parts, except for one boy in particular.

“Jaebum, you’re usually in and out of the booth,” Jackson yelled over the speakers as Jaebum stood in the recording booth, “What’s with you today? Something on your mind?”

Jaebum looked at Jackson through the glass, his glare already enough to make a shiver roll up Jackson’s spine. “Sorry, sorry,” Jackson mumbled, walking away from the sound board as Bambam came over, now pressing the button so he could say a word to Jaebum.

“We’re all tired,” Bambam whined through the speakers, “We’re going to go home. We’ll meet you there, Jaebum.”

Jaebum looked at them momentarily, before nodding, becoming more focused on the lyrics now than he had been before. The boys all said their goodbyes, leaving you and Jaebum alone together. You felt your heart begin to pound again as you coughed a bit, attempting to clear the lump that formed in your throat.

“Just go over the first verse and take a break, okay? I’m sure that you’re going to get it this time,” you said over the speaker, smiling at him softly as he nodded. You sighed and pressed play, the music beginning to play as his part came.

Don’t you see how much I care open your eyes and see that behind you, i was always there waiting for you to notice me

He took a deep breath, waiting for the music to stop playing. You clapped your hands for him, nodding gently and giving a thumbs up at him through the glass. He looked at you and smiled, nodded before taking the headphones off. He slowly exited the booth, taking a seat next to you as he ran a hand through his hair.

“You did a really good job,” You smiled at him, looking at the monitor in front of you as you placed some recordings of harmonies where they needed to be. “You sounded really good.”

“Thank you,” Jaebum mumbled, playing with his hands and keeping his gaze away from you. The room fell silent for a moment, an audible sigh leaving Jaebums mouth before he turned to you. “(Y/N)?”

“Yes?” you asked him, looking at him, “What’s up?”

“Who is this song about? Is it about someone? Or did you just write it?” You looked away from him, staying silent from a moment and beginning to layer things again, before nodding. “It’s,” you began, clearing your throat again before continuing, “It’s about someone.”

Jaebum nodded softly. “I see.”

You clicked away at your mouse, your heart pounding as you felt his stare on you. You didn’t want to talk first, but you also hated the silence that seemed to keep finding its way between you two.

“Can I ask,” Jaebum broke the silence yet again, pausing for a moment, “Who this song is about?”

“I don’t really, want to tell.” you said quickly, suddenly becoming flustered and embarrassed with the lyrics. Could they have been too obvious? Was he angry with you that you had basically written a whole song about how you liked him?

“Can I guess?” He asked, looking into your eyes as you turned to him, “Just one guess. And if I get it wrong, then i’ll stop asking. I promise, okay?”

“Why do you want to know who it’s about so bad?” You interrupted, suddenly becoming a bit annoyed at Jaebum’s persistence with this issue, “Is there a reason that you need to know who this song is about?”

“Actually, there is,” he said, making you raise an eyebrow at him as he seemed to become more and more bold by the second.

“And what is that reason?”

“I need to know if I could kiss you or not.”

The room fell silent, and you were positive that through that silence, the sound of your heart rapidly pounding against your ribcage could be heard. What did he mean by that?

“I mean,” he said, coughing slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck, “If… if the song was about me, I would have…”

He stopped mid sentence, looking up at you with almost puppy-dog eyes. He looked away from you, a new, more shy side of Jaebum slowly coming out as he mumbled, barely above a whisper, “Is it about me, (Y/N)?”

You saw his eyes wonder from your eyes, to your lips, before you nodded softly. You didn’t know what to do or what to think, and speaking was completely out of the question. You felt shocked, but your heart couldn’t stop fluttering, and you were positive that your cheeks were burning red.

You wanted to grab his face and kiss him at that moment, and it seemed as if he could read your mind, because once you had nodded, he places his hands against your cheeks gently and pulled your face closer to his. You took a deep breath, shutting your eyes as you saw him do, before the feeling of his gentle lips pressed against your own. You could melt from the sweetness of his kiss, paired with how gentle he held you. He pulled away all too soon, his eyes still closed only momentarily before he looked at you. You took another deep breath, building up the courage to now press your hands to his chest and bring him in closer to you, kissing him a bit harder than he had done to you.

You felt his hesitance in the kiss, but soon he felt comfortable, his hands sliding from your face to grab your waist and bring you close to him, eliminating almost all space between the two of you.

After a what felt like only a few minutes, he pulled away again, a bright smile on his face as he looked at you. He became shy again, looking away from you as he sighed.

“So should i…. Go back into the booth and keep recording?”

“No,” you said almost too quickly, grabbing him again as he began to stand. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Why Shouldn’t I?”

“Because i want you to stay here so I can kiss you a little more.”

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