#mark tuan soulmates

[markie-baby]

Butt-Naked at the MGM ✨️

"How am I supposed to tell yah?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me,

Nobody gets me like you.

How am I supposed to let you go?

Only like myself when I'm with you,

Nobody gets me, you do..."

Nobody Gets Me - SZA

Summary- You were no stranger to surprises when it came to dating Mark Tuan, but nothing could prepare you for what you would learn on your one-year anniversary; your sweet, shy, and respectable boyfriend was a closeted freak.

Warnings - cursing, explicit sex, spanking, edging, biting, bondage Genre- Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) idol!got7, female! reader Pairing- Female Reader x Mark Tuan Length- she's super long, mama. So get some wine 'cuz it's story time.

You savored the lingering taste of the wine on your lips, casting a drunken yet longing gaze at Mark Tuan, your striking boyfriend. His allure was impossible to resist, and tonight, he seemed to have cranked it up a notch. His black hair was brushed back, and a few strands dangled free over his eyebrows, tempting you further.

So damn gorgeous. You sighed to yourself.

The gleam of his diamond studs and Cuban link danced in the soft candlelight of your private table, accentuating his devilish charm. Your eyes couldn't help but descend to the bottom button of his open shirt, revealing his chest and a tantalizing mole. Mark's visuals were utterly provocative, though he seemed oblivious as he perused the drink menu.

As you continued to admire Mark's enticing form, your thoughts wandered to the past year you'd spent together. Mark had always been the perfect gentleman. He was polite, funny, respectful, treated, and sexed like a queen. You loved how he doted on you and made you feel special. But there was always something about him that seemed reserved... like he was holding back. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was an air of mystery surrounding him.

Mark finally looked up from the drink menu, his dark eyes locking with yours. A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he reached across the table, his hand finding yours. "You seem lost in thought," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"Just reminiscing," you replied, your voice husky, your eyes never leaving his. "It's been an incredible year."

Mark's fingers tightened around yours, and his gaze deepened. "It has been incredible," he agreed, his tone filled with meaning. "One of the best years of my life."

Your heart fluttered in response to Mark's sincere admission.

"Before I met you, I felt content with my life. I had a sense of fulfillment in everything I had achieved so far, and my drive kept me moving forward." Mark glanced at your hands clasped in his.

"Then I met you, and time seemed to stop in a way I never imagined. You've taught me the beauty of slowing down and truly savoring every precious moment."

Mark's tender confession rendered you breathless; a soft 'I love you' slipped past your glossed lips.

"I love you too." His thumb, adorned with a ring, tenderly caressed your cheek.

His undeniable thoughtfulness and sweetness couldn't be ignored. However, the harsh reality of the situation was sinking in rapidly, akin to the Thunderbird you had knocked back earlier...

You were horny as all hell.

"We still got the rest of the night to celebrate. Why don't we get another drink and get out of here?" Mark traced the menu with his slender finger. "What do you want, baby?

"I think I've found exactly what I want," you said, your voice laced with anticipation.

Mark's eyes sparked with intrigue as he looked at you. "Yeah?" he purred, leaning in closer.

You leaned in as well, your lips almost touching, your words a whisper. "I want you, Mark," you confessed, your gaze locked with his, brimming with desire.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as your words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere between you two. The restaurant noises seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimate bubble of your shared desire. You triggered something in him. Mark scooted his chair closer, his lips brushed gently against your ear.

"Want me?" His warm breath tingled your skin. "And how bad you want me, y/n?"

Your heart skipped a beat at your boyfriend's teasing response.

"Badly."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Mark's face. "Well, then," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I think I can arrange that. You ready for your surprise?"

"Surprise? Where are you taking me?"

He downed his glass of Thunderbird, anticipation growing as Mark discreetly signaled the waiter, asking for the check. In a swift exchange, you both exited the restaurant, hand in hand, bound for a destination where your desires could unfold.

He maintained an air of mystery leading you to a waiting car. Soon, the shimmering lights of Las Vegas enveloped you. The MGM Grand stood tall in the distance, and to your surprise, Mark had secured a balcony suite, a sight that left you astonished.

"Mark, this is beyond amazing," you marveled, your eyes scanning the balcony suite's luxurious details.

Mark's smile radiated warmth, a glint of modesty in his demeanor. "I'm glad you like it. I know I was on the road for a while, so I wanted to make it up to you."

"You really outdone yourself, I don't know how I'm gonna top this." you replied playfully.

With a soft chuckle, he waved off the compliment. "You're important to me. Seeing you smile is everything."

His words resonated deeply, and you took his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I feel incredibly lucky to have you."

He met your gaze, sincerity evident in his eyes. "I'm lucky to have you, too."

As the night embraced the glittering skyline, Mark and you found yourselves cuddling on the balcony of the suite, clinking glasses filled with chilled champagne. The city below was alive with a symphony of lights and distant laughter, casting an enchanting aura around you both. The cool evening breeze danced through your hair as you leaned against the balcony railing, savoring the moment.

"I could stay up here forever..." You sighed.

"Me too," Mark's arm tightened around you. "But why don't we take this cuddle session inside?"

"I'd love to." You playfully kissed your boyfriend on the nose before turning towards the door.

Your body stops short when Mark grabs your wrist.

"Can I have a kiss first?" A smirk appeared on his lips.

"Of course," you whispered, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss was sweet and passionate, a tender dance between your lips. Mark's arms encircled you, pulling you closer as his kisses became deeper and more intense. He smelled of expensive cologne and tasted like champagne, a taste which you quickly fell in love with. His hands moved down to grab a handful of you, and you could feel the heat building between you. Mark had never been this handsy.

You couldn't help but feel excited by this sudden change in his behavior.

"Mm... Mark," you gasped. "We should... probably head inside..."

"Why?" he breathed, his voice husky.

"Because..." you said, a sultry grin curling your lips. "We're starting to get a little carried away out here, and someone might see us."

"I'm sorry", He blushed slightly. "My mind is kinda in the gutter right now."

"Oh, really? I can't tell."

He let out a soft chuckle and released you, his eyes full of lust. "C'mon, let's go inside."

You agreed, biting your lip.

As Mark guided you into the luxe suite, the thrill of the moment intensified. Finally settling onto the plush king-sized mattress, the softness of the sheets against your skin added to the intoxicating atmosphere. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had quietly entered the room amidst the sensation, his presence unnoticed in your heightened sensory bliss.

"You seem comfortable," he commented, his voice a soft whisper in your ear.

"Mmhm," you sighed, your eyes closed, body relaxed.

Mark's arms slowly slid around your waist, his lips pressed to the side of your neck as he placed his body weight next to yours.

"What's gotten into you other than that Thunderbird?"

"I'm not sure," Mark admitted, a slight hint of embarrassment in his tone. "I guess I'm just a bit worked up tonight."

"Is that so?"

You felt Mark's smile against your skin, his hand tracing up the curve of your spine. "Maybe," he teased. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all." You turned to meet his eyes, your hand gently caressing his face. "In fact, I like it. You're usually so... reserved. I'm into this side of you."

Mark smiled sincerely. "I'm happy to hear that. You've opened my eyes to a lot of new things. I'm learning more about myself every day."

You kissed him, a gentle, yet passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, your hands began to explore his body, feeling the contours of his chest beneath his shirt. Mark's hands found their way to a familiar area, his touch electric against your skin. The sensations of desire and intimacy filled the room, blending with the soft, sensual lighting.

Mark pulled back slightly, his seductive gaze locked on yours.

"You know, it's been an amazing year, so, I want to make tonight a little different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to give you a taste of what I've learned."

"And what exactly have you learned, Mr. Tuan?"

"To be honest, I've always had these fantasies, but I was too shy to bring them up before."

You looked at him in surprise. This was definitely not what you were expecting. But instead of being shocked or put off, you felt a surge of arousal at the thought of exploring Mark's hidden desires.

"I'm all yours tonight," you said with a smile. "Don't need to be shy around me. We have been together for over a year after all."

Mark's face flushed with excitement and relief.

"I'm not as vanilla in bed as I've been letting on," he admitted. "When we have sex, as much as I love it, I fantasize about doing the nastiest things to you."

"Nasty, huh?" You purred, tracing your finger along his jawline. "Tell me, what kind of nasty things have you wanted to do to me?"

Mark's gaze darkened, a look of pure desire in his eyes. "You really want to know?"

"I do," you confirmed, your voice soft, yet laced with a hint of intrigue.

"Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.

"Absolutely," you replied with a reassuring smile.

Mark's hesitation disappeared. His dark gaze bored into yours, the intensity of his emotions reflected in his eyes.

"Well, for starters," Mark's hand teased your inner thigh. "I've always wanted to pour oil all over that pretty skin of yours."

"You want to massage me?" You grinned, amused by his choice of fantasy.

"Not just massage," His lips traveled closer to your ear. "But tease, pinch, spank..."

"Mark Tuan, are you into BDSM or something?"

Mark's lips curled into a seductive smile. "That.." he said, his hand creeping higher, his fingers lightly brushing your panties. "And among a few other kinks. Is that okay?"

A wave of desire crashed over you at the realization of what Mark was hinting at. You nodded slowly, your breath quickening as you started to feel a familiar sensation growing in your thighs.

Mark stood up off the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt in the most torturous fashion. Slowly exposing his chest and tattoos inch by inch. "Can I show them to you?"

"Sure," you breathed, distracted by the strip show your boyfriend was putting on.

His buttoned shirt slowly slid off his toned shoulders and fell to the floor. "I need a yes or a no, beautiful."

You felt your core pulse at the request. "Yes."

Mark walked over to the closet, opened the door, and disappeared from view. You could hear the sound of hangers moving and then the rustling of cloth. He returned, holding a black satin tie in his hands.

"May I?"

You nodded and closed your eyes as he gently tied the fabric around your head, making sure you couldn't see. Your senses were on high alert, acutely aware of every movement, every sound, and smell. You felt the bed dip as Mark climbed on top of you, his weight pressing into the mattress, his heat radiating toward you. His breath was warm on your cheek as he leaned close.

"Is that comfortable?" he whispered.

"Yes," you sighed.

His hands traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of not being able to see heightened the experience, making every touch, every kiss, every whisper of breath feel magnified.

Mark kissed your neck softly. "I've been waiting to get this dress off of you..." he said.

You felt his fingers slowly unzipping the front of your dress, exposing your bare chest. Your nipples hardened under his touch, and you gasped as his tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh. His lips trailed a hot path down your neck and across your collarbone, before circling around your hardened nipple. He suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. You writhed under his touch, your hips arching into his.

"So damn responsive..." Mark murmured.

You felt his mouth leave your skin, and the sound of him pulling the bottom half of your dress reached your ears.

Suddenly, you felt a cool, smooth sensation on your skin, followed by a sweet scent that filled the air. It took a moment for you to realize that Mark was drizzling warm oil onto your body.

The oil was slick and luxurious as Mark's hands glided over your skin, massaging away any tension or stress. His touch was confident and skilled, kneading your muscles with just the right amount of pressure.

As the massage continued, you felt yourself becoming more and more relaxed, surrendering to the sensations that were coursing through your body. The combination of the warm oil and Mark's expert touch had you melting into the bed.

"Mm... that feels so good," you moaned.

Mark chuckled. "Good, 'cause I'm about to make it feel even better," he murmured.

His hands traveled down to your legs, kneading the tense muscles there. You felt the mattress shift as Mark positioned himself between your legs, his fingers deftly slipping under the edge of your panties.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers began to work their magic on your most sensitive areas, his touch gentle yet firm. Your body trembled in anticipation, knowing that Mark's talented fingers were mere moments away from sending you into ecstasy.

You cried out as his fingers finally made contact with your slick, throbbing core, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Mark's pace increased, and he circled your clit, his fingers slipping and sliding through your folds. You gripped the sheets as you arched your back, desperate for more.

Mark's breath was warm against your skin as he leaned close, whispering into your ear.

"You're soaking wet, baby," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "You've been wanting this all night, huh?"

"So...badly..." You blushed into the bed sheets, turning your head away from your boyfriend's filthy speech.

"Am I making you shy?" Mark teased and planted kisses on your neck between each word. "I can stop if it's too much... but something about the way you won't stop squeezing around my fingers tells me you don't want me to."

Usually, the most you'd get out of Mark during sex was a couple of moans and a few curses, which you never complained about. But his sudden rolodex of vulgarity was completely unexpected, giving you the ultimate sensory experience.

"I want you to cum for me," he urged, his voice low and commanding.

You shuddered as your orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing over you, soaking your panties. Your body trembled and quaked, a guttural moan escaping your lips. As the intensity of the climax faded, you slumped against the bed, utterly spent. You were vaguely aware of the sound of the oil bottle being placed on the nightstand, and then Mark's weight shifted on the bed.

"Open your eyes, baby," he cooed, gently pulling the silk from your eyes.

As you opened your eyes, the world came into focus. Your body was glistening with oil, and Mark was hovering above you, his gaze filled with admiration.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he said. "How did I get so lucky?"

A blush tinged your cheeks.

"I could say the same for you."

Mark leaned in and kissed you passionately.

"You're the best gift I've ever had," he whispered.

His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you found yourself craving more.

"What are you gonna do with me now?"

"Hmm," Mark contemplated while he touched the oil slick on your skin. "I should clean up my mess, shouldn't I?"

His lips reconnected to your chest, planting delicate kisses on your collarbone, and travelling down to your stomach. He planted a final kiss beneath your belly button before looking up at you with innocent eyes.

"Can I kiss you down here, babe?"

Your heart raced as you looked down at him with desire. You couldn't believe how much you wanted him right now. You nodded without a word, biting your lip in anticipation.

"How about a little biting?" Mark added. "I promise I won't do it hard."

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. You couldn't help but groan in pleasure at his words, already imagining the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin.

"Yes," You breathed.

His lips found their way back to your stomach, trailing down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers dug into your hips as he planted open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with his tongue. You let out a gasp as his teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He looked up at you with a wicked smile, knowing full well the effect he was having on you.

"More," you whimpered, your body arching towards him.

He obliged, his teeth sinking deeper into your skin as you moaned in ecstasy. It was all you could do to grip the sheets as he continued his assault, his tongue lapping at the sting he had left behind.

You were practically shaking at this point, your body begging for him to give you what you needed.

"Ready for a little love bite?" he asked again. The words made you tremble and your body ached for more. You nodded in response, signaling that you were ready.

"I always wanted to nibble on these thighs of yours." His teeth sank deeper into your thigh as he spoke.

"I've been wanting to kiss on them, too." He said between bites. You moaned softly at his words and felt yourself getting wetter.

His mouth was hot against your thigh, and your eyes shut closed as he moved to the other leg. "And I've been wanting to taste them." He whispered, his wet tongue drawing circles on your skin. Your thighs started to shake as you tried to hold your composure. His hands held your thighs still, not allowing you to move.

"Please". You begged him.

Mark's dark eyes darted up at you. "Please, what?" He asked as he licked on your panty line.

You moaned loudly and arched your back, as you struggled to get the words out. "Please, babe... stop torturing me." You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel his soft lips on your core. He smiled and nodded at you, as he began to drag the corner of your panties down with his teeth.

Without a word, Mark pressed his lips to your entrance, forming a seal around your folds with his tongue. He touched all of the inner walls of your wetness with it, rotating it around before pushing forward, exploring the depths of you.

Mark moaned, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your crotch. His tongue darted down your slit as he tried to push it inside of you. Your hands shot down to his hair, fighting the urge to scream as his tongue explored your inner walls.

It wasn't long till Mark felt your walls pulsing against his tongue, signaling that you were close. Your hips started to buck against his face as your orgasm neared and Mark quickly pulled his mouth away from you. You let out a disappointed whine as he pulled his face away from your dripping entrance.

"Did you like that, babe?" Mark asked, licking his lips seductively.

"Mhmm," You opened your eyes and met his gaze, too horny to even speak properly. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm edging you," Mark smirked devilishly. "It's pretty cruel of me, actually."

"I don't mind," you replied, a pleading look in your eyes.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You must be as much a freak as I am then, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his words.

"Please, Mark. I need you to do it again."

"Oh, I'll do it, babe." Mark's voice dripped with lust.

He bit his lip at you with a playful grin and then leaned forward to kiss you, his soft lips enveloping yours as he reached down with his hand. His fingers reached your entrance and he pushed them inside of you, stroking your clit with his thumb as he did so.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his tongue flicker against yours, eagerly kissing him back as he continued to explore you. You bit his lip and gripped his hair, pulling him closer as he groaned into the kiss.

You could feel your orgasm building again as he continued to thrust his fingers back and forth inside of you, his thumb moving in circles around your clit. His lips left yours and traveled down to your neck as he nibbled on it, pushing you over the edge in the process.

You felt a rush of pleasure as your release squirted out of you, coating Mark's hand as he eagerly lapped it up. His tongue darted down to your entrance, lapping up every drop of fluid as your orgasm subsided.

"That was so sexy," Mark said, lifting his head up to look at you. "But I think it's time to take it up a notch, babe."

You let out a moan of compliance as Mark let his fingers slide out from you. You watched in anticipation as he placed his hand on his crotch, undoing the button on his jeans with a quick flick of his fingers.

"Fuck me, Mark."

Mark teasingly shook his head, pulling his pants down. "Patience, baby. I still want to tie you up."

A shiver ran down your spine as you saw his lustful stare. He moved towards the bedposts and slowly wrapped your upper body with his extra ties. As Mark's gaze roamed over your body, you could feel heat radiating from him.

"Mm. Mm. Mm," he said, his tone full of lust. "You look so sexy like this."

"You don't look too bad yourself," you replied, admiring the sight of his tattooed physique.

He leaned forward, his lips inches from yours. "I want you so badly." he breathed, his eyes heavy with desire. "I can't wait to fill you up."

You felt your body react to his words, your core pulsing with need. Mark loomed over you, both hands resting on the sides of your head. His skin gently teased your wet clit.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.

Your body tensed at the sensation of his lips against yours. "Yes."

With a wicked grin, he slowly plunged deep inside you, filling you completely.

"Oh, fuck..." he exclaimed, a soft moan escaping his lips.

The sensations were unlike anything you'd experienced before, and you could feel your walls tightening around him, milking him for every drop.

"Is this good?" Mark murmured against your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

Your response was incoherent mumbles.

Mark continued thrusting, his fingers clenching in your hair as he pinned you to the bed. The intense sensation quickly caused you to reach an almost unbearable level of arousal, your body throbbing in time with Mark's movements. He pulled out slightly, then plunged deeply inside you again, eliciting a muffled scream.

You felt yourself tightening up around him, trying to milk him even more, but you couldn't help it. You were so close. Mark's mouth found its way back to yours, kissing you passionately as he moved inside you.

"Baby...," Mark urged, pulling out even further. "If you keep on getting tighter, like this, I'm not gonna last."

His pace quickened, his breathing getting heavier as he neared his climax. He let go of your hair, bringing his hand to cup your face.

You felt him twitch inside of you, and the warmth of his release flooded your insides. Ecstasy-ridden cries left your lips as your own orgasm followed soon after.

"Fuck, you're so amazing," he groaned, burying his face into your neck. "I love you so much."

With his weight pressing down on top of you, you could barely breathe. Your heart pounded rapidly as if trying to escape your chest. You tried to relax and catch your breath, to regain some sense of composure. When you looked up, you found yourself gazing into Mark's intensely brown eyes, full of love and desire.

"I love you, too." You sighed, short of breath.

"Do you want to stop?" Mark whispered in your ear. "You seem tired."

"No, don't stop."

"I won't then."

Mark slowly pulled out and reached up to undo the ties around your arms and chest. "Sit up for me," he whispered, grabbing your hand restraints.

"Turn around for me, baby," He helped you to get on your knees, your arms behind your back, then positioned himself behind you. "Damn..." he exclaimed as he ran his hand over your hips and ass. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now."

He kissed down your back and began to softly massage your ass. His fingers occasionally trailed between your thighs, but he held himself back from touching you there. "Look at you..." he groaned softly. "I can see how much you want me just by looking. You're so beautiful."

Your heart ached at his words. "I do."

"How much?" he asked, pressing into you from behind. His erection rubbed against the wetness between your legs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"I've been thinking about this all night." You moaned.

"All night?"

He teased one finger into you and you gasped, rotating your hips so that he would push deeper inside. "Ohh," you groaned as a second finger joined the first.

"Ever since dinner." He thrust into you and you felt yourself tighten around him. The sensation only lasted a moment before Mark withdrew his fingers entirely. You whimpered. He smacked your ass before his fingers glided over your core. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slowly caressed it. He pulled back to spank you again before shoving further inside you. A whispered curse left his lips before smacking your skin once more and watching it tremble.

He gently grasped the front of your neck and pulled your head up off the bed. "Put your hands on the headboard for me, love. Keep your ass up high," he commanded. You obeyed, and he held your hips as he began to drill you deep and hard.

Your arms were bound, so you relied on your hips and lower back to support you. Your face and chest were pushed against the mattress, but you didn’t mind. The sensation of him thrusting into you had taken over your entire being. You locked eyes with him as he moved further and further in, hovering a mere inch from your back. When he brought one hand around to rub your clit, it sent shockwaves through your body. You bit into the sheets to silence a scream. You shook as the pleasure started to build within every fiber of your being - building, building until it felt like the whole world was crumbling around you.

"That's it," Mark breathed.

His hand reached forward again to find its way to your sensitive clit once more, and the sudden intensity caused you to cry out. Your heart raced and your mind spun wildly as your body seemed to be consumed in flames.

"Mark," you gasped, barely able to put any words together. "I'm gonna-"

"I got you, babe," he replied. "Let go."

Finally erupting in a blissful wave, your muscles tightened around him as if never wanting to let go. Mark's hand was still firmly held on your clit as he thrust into you one final time, his own orgasm overtaking him. As he squeezed your hip with both hands, his thrusts grew more erratic, until with one final thrust, he pushed himself as far inside you as he could.

You felt him tense up and let out a deep moan as he thrust one last time, his liquid love flowing into you. Your body shuddered as you felt his entire length throbbing inside you. You couldn't breathe, your body shaking with the intensity of the moment. He slowly pulled away from you, but before you could move, he held you tightly in his arms.

"Are you all right?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Mmm hmm," was all you managed to reply.

He chuckled softly, his hands caressing your back. "Good. Me too."

Mark held you close, pulling you into him as he collapsed on the bed. His lips pressed lightly against your neck as he kissed your warm flesh. Everything about him felt comforting and intimate; his mouth was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate.

Finally, you opened your eyes and looked at him. His dark eyes stared back into yours as a gentle smile appeared on his face. His hair was a poofy mess sticking out this way and that, while a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He looked happy.

You smiled back at him with a racing heart; then said, "You were right."

"About what?" he asked.

"You are kinky," you replied with a grin.

He laughed heartily at your statement and the sound made you laugh too.

"Yes," he said with a playful smile, "but I think you liked it though; you couldn't help it."

"I loved it," you answered honestly, looking deep into his eyes.

He kissed you again, pressing his lips softly against yours as you kissed him back.

It felt like heaven.

~🐰♡

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Beautiful Thing | 08

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader, Future GOT7 x Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU, Enemies to Lovers AU Rating: T (explicit language) Summary: Yugyeom finds himself at odds with BamBam when he tries to be kind and friendly to you. Word Count: 4.0k Warnings: None?

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Yugyeom felt like he was going to vomit. The butterflies in his stomach wouldn't settle down. His skin had been buzzing since he hugged you at the hotel. He'd tried to tell himself that he was just excited because the situation was new, something he'd never experienced before. However, in the back of his mind, he knew the truth. It was all about you. You were the anomaly.

The group filed onto the smaller private airplane, a courtesy given by the SeoulMate company given the unique situation. It was nicer than he'd expected and a bit more luxurious than the ones he'd traveled in before. Perfect for your first flight with them. With him. You brought up the rear, dragging your small carry-on bag behind you like a dead body. Your lips were curved in the cutest pout he'd ever seen and discontent rolled off you in waves. He slowed his pace until he got to your side.

"Would you like to sit beside me?" He gave you a shy smile. "I'm pretty sure Jackson's gonna sit with us."

BamBam overheard the question and turned around. "What? You usually sit with me."

'Oh...' Yugyeom's eyes widened, and he shrugged a shoulder. "If you can convince Jackson to sit elsewhere...It's her first flight and I wanna keep her company. It's just one time, bro." BamBam's eyes darted to you and narrowed before he turned back around, increasing his pace to disappear among the staff.

"Oh, great. The drama queen's mad at me, too." You sighed loudly and rolled your eyes. When you looked up at Yugyeom, the butterflies went nuts. "You don't have to sacrifice your bromance for me. I'll be just fine. It isn't like I didn't agree with this."

He patted the top of your head with a smile. "He'll get over it. I think a three-hour plane flight is a great time to get to know you. After all, you're a person, not an inconvenience."

Your breath caught for a second, and your mood visibly brightened at his words. "Thank you. It's nice to hear that after all the glares Jinyoung's throwing at me."

"No one's glaring," Jinyoung muttered as he squeezed by and settled into a window seat.

Yugyeom directed you to a window seat on the opposite side of the plane, but you shook your head. "No thanks. I don't need a visual reminder of the impossible physics of this death box."

"Can you please not call it that while I'm in it? Thanks." Mark interjected without looking up from his phone.

"What else should I call it?" You fired back.

"How about 'majestic vessel of life' or something? Anything but that."

"Oh okay. This 'fanciful fucking unicorn' then."

"Language!" Jaebeom called out from somewhere. Yugyeom couldn't help but notice how comfortable you were with bickering with them. Did you even notice it? Though he wished it interactions weren't negative, you fit right in.

"Oh, fuck off." You mumbled under your breath and dropped into the middle seat.

Yugyeom spotting Jackson making his way down the aisle, eyes set on you. He smiled and stood up. You whined as he practically smothered you as he pushed his way to the vacant window seat, crushing you into the seat before letting up. He couldn't help but smile as you blinked owlishly at Jackson as he busied himself with digging around in his bag. "I brought extra stuff in case you need anything." He dropped a water bottle into your hands and put a travel pillow around your neck.

"Jackson, wait—"

Yugyeom filled the seat next to you, looking around to see if the group had all found a seat with his hand out to Jackson. Without being asked, Jackson gave him a water bottle, too.

As usual, Jackson turned into a mother hen with his attention devoted solely to you. It was a refreshing change from being on the receiving end. "The bathroom's in the back, but I'll walk with you if you're uncomfortable walking on your own."

"I know I said this was my first flight, but really, you don't have to go through this much trouble."

He paused and looked you in the eyes. "It isn't any trouble. If anything, it's a pleasure." His face lit up with a wide grin. "I'm doing something useful for you, right? You don't mind, do you?"

Your shoulders drooped in defeat and Yugyeom bit back a chuckle. No one was immune to Jackson's charm. "Yes, this is fine. Thank you, Jackson." You smiled at him. "It means a lot that you care."

A Christmas tree would fail to compare to the light he gave off upon hearing your words. He meant well. Everyone knew that. It'd take patience and reassurance to break him out of his habit of seeking validation. Though they as a group had become accustomed to it, Yugyeom found himself hoping you'd stick around long enough to help them out.

It wasn't long before the pilot came on with his greeting and itinerary with the stewards and stewardesses shooing away electronics and making sure everyone was buckled in properly. Jackson gently took your hand and held it while they explained the standard emergency procedures. You didn't realize you were manhandling the armrest and gritting your teeth.

"It'll be okay. I promise," he whispered, raising your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. Why hadn't Yugyeom thought to do that? "I won't let anything happen to you."

"You can't possibly keep a promise like that." You said flatly. Yugyeom's fingertips grazed your knee a few times before you realized he was itching to hold your other hand. Without thinking, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it when the plane shook and began edging forward down the runway.

"I can!" Jackson said indignantly. "I can swim—"

"We're not going over water." You and Yugyeom said in unison. A tingle sparked between your palms but you didn't show any signs of having felt it too.

"I've been skydiving—"

"You're afraid of heights." You and Yugyeom answered together. Yugyeom glanced at you but your eyes were on Jackson. Did you even hear him?

"Okay, but I'd die to protect you!"

"Jackson," you put your hand on his knee, "It's okay. You don't have to try so hard for me."

"But I want to." He spoke softly with a slight pout.

"Honestly, that you even want to is more than enough for me." It was just enough to cheer him up again. Yugyeom noticed Jaebeom watching, eyebrows creased with concern. When you continued to speak, Yugyeom turned back to you. "But make sure you care about yourself just as much, okay? I mean it."

Jackson nodded, cheeks flushing with color as he looked down at your clasped hands. "Okay."

Soon enough, the plane was in the air and Dallas became a cluster of dots on the ground. You visibly relaxed into your seat as Jackson rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. Yugyeom wanted to do something like that, but he wasn't sure you'd allow it. You hadn't known him as long or as well as you did Jackson. The monitor in the seat in front of him flickered between advertisements and a thought struck him.

"Hey, we can watch a movie to pass the time." He nudged your shoulder with his. "What kind of movies do you like?"

You looked at him before your eyes went upward. "I'm not too picky, really. Though maybe we could save the scary stuff for later?" When your gaze returned to his, another tingle blossomed over his skin.

"I can work with that." He smiled before touching the screen. A few swipes later and logo music began to play.

The flight was relatively smooth, with only a few patches of turbulence along the way. You leaned against him the entire time, still holding Jackson's hand, eyes glued on the screen. At some point a stewardess came along with food and he found himself sharing popcorn with you. He thought of Jackson's time alone with you and realized that despite you both being surrounded by others, you were still in your own little bubble. Not quite as intimate as sharing a full meal, but basically a movie date. He'd told himself he'd just be friendly, make you feel as welcome as he could. Yet, he couldn't deny the sparks whenever your skin brushed against his. Couldn't stop his thoughts from embracing the idea of you being his soulmate. By the end of the movie, you were dozing off, using Yugyeom's shoulder as a makeshift pillow. He didn't mind one bit.

He entertained himself with sending memes to BamBam, ignoring the fact that he was left on read. He could understand his closest friend's annoyance but he had to admit he was having the time of his life. He'd beg for forgiveness later if needed. Right now, he wanted to enjoy the moment and commit it to memory. When you woke up from your nap, the plane was beginning its descent. You looked out the window and saw the glittering buildings below, signaling your arrival at your destination.

As the plane touched down and taxied to the gate, you and Jackson clasped hands tightly, your eyes closed as if that would make the descent any smoother. Yugyeom found himself humming a song and seized the moment to hold your other hand, mirroring Jackson's calming caress with his thumb. He was more than pleased with himself when you seemingly melted against his arm again, eyes still shut.

"Oh, god tell me when its over." You muttered and he liked that you sought him out for comfort.

As soon as the seatbelt sign turned off, everyone began standing up to gather their belongings from the overhead bins.

"See? We made it!" Jackson exclaimed with a triumphant grin as he unbuckled his seatbelt. You let out a sigh of relief and opened your eyes, returning his smile. "Yeah, we did. This time, at least."

Yugyeom leaned in and caught your gaze. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, feeling shaky but trying to hide it. "Yeah, I'm fine." You attempted to stand up and grab your bag from the overhead compartment but stumbled when the plane jerked suddenly.

"Whoa there," Jackson caught you before you could fall. "Maybe we should wait for everyone else to get off first."

You nodded gratefully and sat back down. BamBam shuffled off the plane with the others, pointedly ignoring Yugyeom. When the plane was finally empty, you stood up again and grabbed your bag without any problems this time.

Yugyeom nodded in agreement before looking at his phone. "Our luggage should be at baggage claim already."

"That's quick," you said as you followed them out of the plane and towards baggage claim. Soon enough, all three of you were standing in front of a carousel waiting for your luggage to come around.

When you spotted your suitcase and stepped away to grab it, Jackson leaned in and whispered, "Are you and Bam gonna be okay? I don't think I've ever seen him this pissed at you of all people."

Yugyeom shrugged. "He can't be mad forever. And I guess it's new for him. He's never had to share my attention with anyone like this before."

"Yeah, he can be pretty childish sometimes." Jackson nodded.

Yugyeom chuckled as you struggled to free your luggage from the moving belt. They both took a step forward to help you but Jaebeom made it to your side first. "He'll be okay. Just needs time to calm down. In the meantime," he tilted his head to the side, eyes still on you, "we can make sure she's having fun."

"Here, let me get that." Jaebeom reached over your shoulder, startling you in the process. As you moved aside for him, he caught a whiff of your perfume, something light and sweet. He grabbed the handle of your suitcase and yanked it off the belt.

"Thank you..." You frowned and it took him a second to realize why.

"Just call me Jay." He set the luggage down and pulled up the handle. The frown went away instantly. "I don't mind."

You fiddled with the suitcase, unable to look at him. "You sure? I don't want to disrespect you or anything in front of the others."

He shrugged and fought a smile as he slipped his hands in his pockets. "Its not like those brats care."

You smirked. "I know, I just...It's not the same is it? I'm not one of them. That and I don't wanna add to your stress if I can help it."

He found himself smiling, touched that you cared about his wellbeing. "As long as you're traveling with us, I'll treat you no differently from them." He gently bumped you with his elbow. "Just say no to Yugyeom and his stupid pranks."

"They're not stupid! As long as you have a sense of humor, they're fun!" Yugyeom pulled you away. "Don't listen to him. He's old and boring."

With a strike like lightning, Jaebeom grabbed the back of Yugyeom's neck and squeezed. "Say that again."

Soon enough everyone's baggage was found and loaded onto the shuttles going to the hotel. Due to the size of the group, they had to split up. Once again, Yugyeom and Jackson insisted on riding with you. Jaebeom caught the nasty look BamBam gave you and he was grateful that Jackson didn't see it. He didn't feel like mediating another argument so soon after the one between him and Jinyoung. The animosity was understandable to a degree. You were an outsider to most of them, and trust was a hard thing to earn in their world. However, since he'd shaken your hand he was beginning to see that Jackson had a point. People with bad intentions give off bad vibes. Ones that, as far as he could tell, you didn't have.

He told himself he'd reserve judgment until later when enough time had passed, but that handshake seemed to change something in him. Cool static had rippled throughout his body when your warm, dainty hand filled his. It'd taken every ounce of control he had to force himself to let go. Holding your hand felt right, as natural as breathing or singing.

And he could see he wasn't the only one affected. Even now you were sandwiched between Jackson and Yugyeom, discussing the things to do in Las Vegas with Jackson holding your hand and Yugyeom's arm around your shoulders. One would never guess you hadn't known them longer than a few days.

He was a romantic at heart. It was hard to say which side he took in this as he'd always imagined having a soulmate of his own. Someone meant just for him, one he didn't have to share with the others like he did everything else in his life. Was that selfish?

Thoughts like that wouldn't help him here and now. When the vans stopped outside their hotel, he remembered the brief phone call he'd had with JYP. Taejoon had predictably snitched on him, stressing that the decision to bring you along was Jaebeom's doing. As a result, any expenses that you occurred were coming out of Jaebeom's pocket. He was lucky he made a decent amount of money from royalties otherwise he'd have trouble booking and paying for your room. The need to keep it a secret from the guys wasn't entirely unfounded. He could see Jinyoung throwing a hissy fit and possibly making you feel like you needed to pitch in. For the sake of peace, it'd be his little secret.

"Here you go," he smiled handing you the key cards to your suite. "It's on the floor below us. Hopefully we won't bother you."

"Thanks—" Your fingers touched his and that soothing ripple of calmness washed over him again. "Don't worry. I've dealt with way worse than this chaos. It's almost like a mini vacation at this point."

Jackson materialized at your side, peering over your shoulder. "Is it a double? Can I room with you if it's a double?"

Jaebeom pushed him away with a hand covering his face. "Don't be eager or weird. She gets a room to herself. She'll be able to sleep in and go down to breakfast."

Jackson pushed his hand away. "But what if she gets lonely? We can't leave her here by herself."

You rubbed his arm with a look of concern Jaebeom was sure couldn't be copied by even the best actresses in the world. "I don't mind. I can't begin to imagine how busy you guys will be. I'd only slow you down and I don't wanna hear Jinyoung's mouth."

Jinyoung scoffed as he pushed by, heading for the elevators. "Wouldn't have to worry about it if you weren't here."

Three things happened simultaneously. Jackson opened his mouth to fire back as Jaebeom turned to tell Jinyoung to be nice. Yet, you beat them both to the punch by speaking up with a forced smile. "Jackson, would you like to see what my room looks like? You can walk me through the hotel room check you were telling me about on the plane."

Your sweet smile and gentle pull on Jackson's arm sucked the tension away in an instant. Jackson turned his attention back to you, eyes alight with his eagerness. "Of course!"

It was weird to have someone else be the voice of peace. The two of you started toward the elevators and Yugyeom joined, pointing at a brochure he'd picked up. BamBam and Mark joined Jinyoung leaving you three to wait for another one to come back down. Jaebeom adjusted his backpack and joined the queue. He hated that what was supposed to be a simple promotion with fanmeets was slowly dividing the group in two. Hopefully, once it was all said and done, their personal relationships would still be intact.

After an intense game of rock-paper-scissors, Jaebeom and Jackson ended up sharing a room for the duration of their stay. It was the first time since they landed in America that they'd had this much time together. Jackson wanted to sneak down to your room to stay up and talk but Jaebeom wasn't having it.

"Absolutely not."

Jackson flopped down on his bed with a disappointed frown. "Come on, Jaebeom. It's just a little fun. Besides, it's not like I'm asking to sneak out of the hotel."

Jaebeom sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand as he scrolled through the schedule for the next few days. He sighed without looking up. "It's not about having fun, Jackson. We need to be careful about how we handle things with her here."

"But she isn't like other people we've met. She's different," Jackson insisted, his voice laced with a sincerity that made Jaebeom pause. There was something different about you, something that made everyone act a bit out of character.

"Different or not," Jaebeom finally said, locking his phone and meeting Jackson's gaze. "We have to maintain some professionalism. We can't set precedents that we might regret later."

Jackson rolled onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. "You like her, don't you?"

The question was abrupt, and Jaebeom felt a defensive wall go up instinctively. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything," Jackson shot back softly. "Because if you have feelings for her—even purely platonic ones—then it makes sense why you're being extra cautious. You care."

Jaebeom rubbed his temples, feeling the onset of a headache. "I just met her, Jackson."

"Love at first sight is a thing, y'know. There's nothing wrong with trusting your gut and just going with it."

He sighed deeply, hating that he had to be the one to burst Jackson's bubble. "You say that a lot don't you? Throw yourself all in for anyone who catches your eye and shows you the tiniest bit of attention and care just for, what, it all to fall apart? Love at first sight seems to leave you alone and heartbroken too often, doesn't it?"

Jackson went silent, the easy smile fading from his face as Jaebeom's words settled over him like a heavy blanket. For a moment, the room was thick with unspoken thoughts and regrets, punctuated only by the distant hum of Las Vegas beyond their window.

Finally, Jackson let out a deep breath and sat up, swinging his legs off the bed to face Jaebeom more directly. "Maybe you're right," he admitted quietly, "but every time it feels real, feels like it could be the thing that changes everything. Isn't it worth the risk?"

Jaebeom didn't answer immediately. He knew Jackson's heart was in the right place. It always was. But as their leader, it was his job to think about the consequences, to protect not just his own heart but also those of his bandmates—and now, seemingly, yours.

"Perhaps," he finally conceded, "but remember we have our responsibilities. We're here for work first." He glanced up at Jackson, noting the genuine confusion in his eyes. "Let's try to keep things simple and not complicate matters further."

Jackson nodded slowly, though his disappointment was palpable. He lay back down, staring at the ceiling. "Alright, Jaebeom. I'll keep my distance. For now."

Jaebeom felt a twinge of guilt watching Jackson's enthusiasm dim—a brightness that was rare in the often grueling routine of their industry—but he knew boundaries were essential, especially with so much at stake professionally.

Was it bad that Yugyeom wasn’t as bothered by the tears as he used to be? Now that they’d been given dummy devices to wear to keep up the ruse of “searching” he thought he’d feel even worse about lying to their fans. They truly believed they had a chance with pairing with a member of the group. It was wrong, immoral.

Yet when he filed backstage with the others, he couldn’t help but smiling when he saw you tucked away in a corner with a notebook in your lap. As everyone began to change and found a stylist, he found himself wandering over to you.

“Hey there.” He plopped down in the chair next to you and you jumped.

“Oh, jeez!” You put the hand holding the pen over your heart. After a quick glance around the room your gaze found his. “It’s over already?”

Was it bad that Yugyeom wasn't as bothered by the tears as he used to be? Now that they'd been given dummy devices to wear to keep up the ruse of "searching" he thought he'd feel even worse about lying to their fans. They truly believed they had a chance to pair with a member of the group. It was wrong, immoral.

Yet when he filed backstage with the others, he couldn't help but smile when he saw you tucked away in a corner with a notebook in your lap. As everyone began to change and found a stylist, he found himself wandering over to you.

"Hey there." He plopped down in the chair next to you and you jumped.

"Oh, jeez!" You put the hand holding the pen over your heart. After a quick glance around the room, your gaze found his. "It's over already?"

"It's been two hours. Have you been writing this entire time?" He leaned closer to see your notepad but you quickly hid it against your chest. "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad. May I see, please?"

You hesitated, biting your lip as you considered his request, then slowly lowered the notebook. "Only because it's you," you said with a half-smile, handing it over. "Tell no one that I let you do this."

Yugyeom's eyes lit up as he gently took the notebook from your hands. His gaze flicked across your neatly scribbled words, a mixture of excitement and curious respect etching across his features. As he read, his expression softened, and occasionally, a chuckle escaped him.

"Is this about my dandelion tattoo?"

You shrugged shyly. "I noticed it when we were on the plane. I couldn't stop thinking about it so...I put it in words."

"This is really pretty." Yugyeom said sincerely, looking up at you with admiration. "The way you describe it makes me even happier that I got it. And this part," he pointed to a line in the middle of the page, "where you talk about how music can be a person's dandelion—it's beautiful."

Flattered by his compliments, he watched as your cheeks deepened in color as you fought the smile. "Thank you, Yugyeom. That means a lot coming from you."

He nodded and handed back the notebook. "You should keep writing. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll write a song for us."

The idea made you laugh softly, the sound mingling with the constant buzz of activity around you. "Oh sure. Maybe I will," you agreed playfully.

Yugyeom stood up just as one of the staff members called him over. Before he left, he turned to face you again. "Don't forget us when you become a famous writer," he joked with a wink.

"I won't," you promised, watching him walk away before turning back to your poetry.

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[markie-baby]

Finally a feast from the chef himself 😩🙌🏾❤️‍🔥

MARK TUAN in Saint Laurent for MANIFESTO Magazine (2023)

[winter-dayz]

Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

[sweetestofchaos]

To-Do List

Uᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ 11/24/2024

You make fun of Minho’s (shinee) grandpa laugh (one-shot)

MET Gala!Jackson likes his interviewer (one-shot)

Hyunjin smut with a thick s/o (one-shot)

Still The Alpha - Chapter 1

Got7 Pregnant Social Experiment - 2/?

Have Mercy ft. Jimin/Yoongi - Jimin falls in love with the very soul he is supposed to devour. When he gathers the courage to confess it seems that someone far more evil finds her alone. (1/3)

Run From Me ft. Taehyung - Taehyung and you have history together, a very, very long and twisted history. (5/??)

Take on the World ft. BTS - When Seokjin imprint on a child, the Min pack has to prepare for parenthood (15/??) 

Blackthorn ft. Yoongi - The love story of Emperor Yoongi and Empress Keena has been passed down from generation to generation; a love story so strong that it had surpassed the passage of time. (16/??)

Cafuné ft. Namjoon and Yoongi - As Namjoon’s personal assistant, Y/N doesn’t have time for love…or does she?  (7/??)

Nothing...

Knock, Knock ft. Jaebeom/Yoongi: Jaebeom is finally woken up by his soulmate after how much time? (2/??)

Prompt Me Hoe - A bunch of AU’s featuring different idols

Butterflies ft. Seokjin - Y/N is an American song writer that befriends Kim Seokjin

Era of Love Series ft. Got7 - Nothing like that good ol’ college au

Lactation Kink: Poly!BTS - (2/3)

Chain Reaction ft. Bambam (5/6)

Chain Reaction ft. Kim Yugyeom (5/6)

The Jayde Heiress ft. BTS - Back against the wall, Arissa must learn to live in Bangtan’s world if she wants to survive. (to be rewritten)

You cry because you can’t fit their clothing - Got7, BTS, Monsta X

They meet you, their celebrity crush - Got7, Monsta X, Stray Kids, BTS

You crying in the shower - Monsta X, Shinee

They get to do a stage with their crush - Stray Kids, BTS, Shinee

You run into your ex and they see you have a child - Got7, Monsta X

When your top falls off in the pool - BTS, Shinee, Monsta X

You wear braids to a fan sign - Got7, BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X

You’re pmsing - Ateez

You hit on your boyfriend while drunk - BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X

Barber Shop ft. Kim Namjoon - Alysia just wanted to get her son’s hair fixed, she wasn’t expecting to fall for his new barber, Alpha Kim Namjoon.

Wherever You Are ft. BTS - This is what happens when you catch their eye while enjoying the nightlife.

Dragon’s Heart - Prince Jaebeom is the last descendent of the mighty dragons that left the Earth long ago. When a sudden attack leaves him wounded, Y/N saves his life. (Fantasy Au, Strangers to lovers)

Capture the Heart ft. Kim Seokjin - When Seokjin’s playboy ways come to bite him in the ass, Jaya is there to save him…based off this gif set (Strangers to Friends to Lovers / College AU)

The Captain’s Vow ft. Kim Seokjin - When tragedy strikes due to the betrayal of the Royals, Capitan Seokjin switches sides to avenge those he has lost. (Pirate AU)

A Replacement For His Love ft. 2seok

a/b/o au, historical au, forced caretaking au

(Don’t) Hold Me Tight ft. TaeJoon

a/b/o au, forced caretaking au

Anything You Want ft. BTS/Got7

sugar daddy au, gang au, ceo au

Trust Me ft. Mark Tuan and Song Mingi

demon au, gang au, dead dove

My All ft. Youngjae

fake dating au, pregnancy au

The Dragon’s Apprentice ft. BTS’ Rapline

dragon au, fantasy au, mxm

Not A Dream ft. Jungkook

ex to lovers au, gang au

Hey, My Baby ft. Jimin

strangers to lovers au, vampire au, sugar momma au

Something Like Fate ft. ??

strangers to lovers, soulmates au if you squint

Untitled ft. Got7/BTS

dragon au, sugar daddy au

You See Me? (I see You) ft. Hoseok

military au, brother’s friend au

Smile For Me ft. Jimin

actor au, stalker au

Handsome Devil ft. Shownu

demon au, unrequited love, fake dating au

Recipe For Love ft. ??

strangers to lovers

Looking For You ft. BTS

soulmates au, dream walking au

Michael & Jackson, After the Singer? ft. Jackson Wang

strangers to lovers, idol au, fake twin au

All of You ft. Bambam

yandere au, non-idol au

Pass You By ft. Minhyuk

ex’s to lovers au

Leave Me Alone ft. Changkyun

gang au

Remembering You ft. Yoongi

married au

Consequence ft. Jungkook

vampire au

Untitled ft Jimin

werewolf au, a/b/o, friends to lovers au

Say Ahhh ft. Many Idols

personal chef au

Fairy Floss and Cottontails ft. Yoonkook

hybrid au, Easter au

Motion of the Ocean ft. Jackson Wang

mermaid au, fantasy au

The Story of You ft. Kim Namjoon

soulmate au

Q&A ft. Jaebeom

teacher au (sequel to Not So New Professor)

Welcome Home ft. Seonghwa

friends to lovers au, idol au

All About You ft. San

friends to lovers, gang au

Hear Me ft. ??

band au

Hello, Again ft. Monsta X

strangers to lovers, Idol au

Lost and Found ft. Monsta X

gang au

Lost My Halo ft. Gang7

high school/college au

Fall Apart ft. Mark

gang au

Sweet Pea ft. Yugyeom

gang au

Lie To Me ft. Jackson

gang au

Sub-Rosa ft Jaebeom

gang au

Isn’t Something Missing? ft. Youngjae

gang au

Count For Me ft. Jinyoung

gang au

Two Piece ft. Bambam

gang au

[myquietimagination]

Februari (Be The Alpha Girl, Build Your Alpha Future)

1. Alpha Woman. Aku udah beli buku The Alpha Girls, Bagus banget!!! Akhirnya aku bisa terarahkan.

2. Kontrak kerja Selesai. Sedih sih, but this is life. Welcome to be mature. Ayo kita belajar dan belajar lagi. Cari pengalaman sebanyak-banyaknya, kembangkan dirimu.

3. Drama May it Please The Court Kelass banget!!! Makin kepingin belajar hukum. Seneng deh, kalo nemu tontonan berkualitas.

4. Penderitaan dimulai dari saling memiliki

5. Mark!! Ternyata dia juga peduli tentang Climate Change. Keren

6. Lesson Learning dari The Alpha Girls sebagai berikut. Pertama, Tidak perlu cantik, yang penting berpenampilan menarik. Menjadi leader bukan berarti menjadi yang berkuasa tetapi menjafi seseorang yang peduli dan melindungi. Kejarlah ilmu setinggi mungkin, bukan hanya untuk dirimu tetapi juga untuk membantu orang lain. Fondasi dari penampilan menarik adalah Kesehatan. Mencari jodoh dengan riset dan investigasi itu perlu.  

7. Ayo tulis tentang dirimu di Tumblr. Entah tentang hobimu, imajinasimu, tentang mark lee dan lain-lainnya.

8. Aku ketemuan sama kembaranku haha. Bukan beneran kembaran, tapi dia adalah teman pertamaku di SMA (Setelah dipikir-pikir dia adalah orang pertama yang saya ajak kenalan pas tes peminatan di SMA). Dia itu mirip banget kayak saya, sama-sama anak tengah yang memiliki fase hidup yang hampir mirip. Saya juga banyak belajar dari dia. Kalo sama dia, rasanya energi saya terus bertambah. Semoga kita bertemu lagi di peristiwa baik lainnya.

9. Hari yang agak melelahkan karena ngurus SKCK. Sumpah Lelah banget karena muter2 fotocopy, print dll. Tapi satu hal yang paling aku sukai dalam perjalanan, saat saya mau print foto dan menemukan toko print Pelangi. Toko itu dimiliki koko yang udah berusia (Udah keliatan agak botak dan keriput). Koko ini rendah hati, sopan pengucapannya, dan lembut melayani konsumennya. Yang saya kagumi, Koko ini cuman kerja sendirian, tapi dia bisa handle semua. Fix, dia menginspirasi saya sejak saat itu. Saya mau kayak dia saat tuan anti, mengelola tempat kerja sendiri untuk menghabiskan sisa-sisa waktu dengan damai. Kayaknya, saya pengen berkunjung ke toko itu lagi hanya untuk melihat betapa Bahagia si Koko saat bekerja.

10. Kunci mencari pekerjaan adalah bersabar dan pasrah kepada Allah bahwa hal baik akan datang kepada kita. Saya sudah dua kali melakukan interview pekerjaan. Pekerjaan yang saya pilih ini sesuai dengan jurusan saya saat kuliah, saya tak ingin banting setir profesi saya karna ternyata saya sudah jatuh cinta dengan PWK. Tetapi, untuk memulai karier di bidang ini ternyata tidak mudah, banyak pekerjaan yang memberi gaji tidak sebanding dengan pekerjaan yang kita kerjakan. Cukup mengecewakan, tetapi inilah proses kehidupan. Belum lagi, banyak teman yang memiliki nasib serupa. Senang karena kita memiliki nasib yang sama tetapi juga sedih karena kita di nasib/ masa hidup seperti ini. Saya jadi teringat Ketika kontrak kerja yang kemarin sudah habis, saya dan rekan-rekan kerja menangis. Yang membuat kita sedih adalah kita tak akan lagi menjalani kegiatan ini bersama-sama lagi, karena kita sudah nyaman satu sama lain dan kenyamanan itu tak lagi kita rasakan bersama lagi. Saya harap kita bertemu dengan kenyamanan masing-masing dalam waktu lama, hingga menemani kita di akhir hayat. Baik untuk karier dan soulmate untuk hidup ini.

11. Saya ingin belajar bikin Dumpling/Mandu. Saya ingin belajar memasak resep2 baru.

12. Finally, ketemu si cepoy haha. Aslinya ketemu dia cuman pengen dengerin cerita dia ketemu sama pujaan hati yang sekarang. Lucu sih mereka, ternyata si cepoy menemukan karakter fiksinya jadi nyata. So Sweet. Eh, tapi kita banyak ngobrolin hal-hal yang luar biasa. Tentang keinginan kita di masa depan dan arti bahagia menurut masing-masing orang. Dan ternyata tujuan saya dengan si cepoy ini ada yang sama, yaitu memiliki pekerjaan yang stabil. Kita ingin sebagai wanita kita tetap memiliki backing up sendiri walaupun di sisi lain nantinya kita bertanggung jawab sebagai ibu rumah tangga. Apapun pekerjaannya, selagi pekerjaan itu berkah, bermanfaat, dan membuatmu Bahagia, jangan ragu untuk menjalaninya. Saya pasti bisa, kamu pun juga begitu!

13. Saya diberi kesempatan menjadi salah satu tim penyusunan KLHS (Kajian Lingkungan Hidup Strategis). Dari dulu saya ingin belajar tentang KLHS. Kemarin saya senang Ketika membantu Bu Ema mengerjakan jurnal penelitian dari KLHS. Dan tak menyangka sekarang saya termasuk dari bagian yang menyusun dokumen ini. Semoga kegiatan bekerja dan belajar ini selalu diberi keberkahan dan kebermanfaatan. (NB: Setelah mendapatkan info ini, saya excited sekaligus khawatir karena ini pertama kalinya saya ikut bergabung proyek dosen khususnya tentang KLHS).

14. Ada ya orang yang Bahasa tubuhnya keliatan loveable banget. Saya liat fenomena ini di dalam diri aktor korea, Kim Rae Won. Ini gara-gara saya liat drama Which Star Are You From, Doctors, dan The First Responders. Awalnya pas liat aktingnya, keliatan kayak natural, eh pas liat btsnya emang orangnya kayak guard person, keliatan melindungi sekali. Melindunginya tuh kayak ada rasa sweet, warm, dan cinta kasih, ngerti ngga sih atau saya yang berlebihan ya haha. Coba aja liat salah satu dramanya trus jangan lupa liat btsnya juga. Nanti kalian tahu apa yang saya maksudkan dari penjelasan sebelumnya haha jadi

15. Lagu rekomendasi bulan ini adalah Silver Lining by Cali dan Sunshower by SE O.

[offshore-writes-blog]

searching for a roommate: maybe also love (3/?)

soulmates!au  (part 3/?)

part 1/ part 2/

genre: angsttttt fest pairing: Mark x OC inspired by prompt: (i’ll add the link of the list when i find it) 8. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” 100. ”You’re my soulmate?!”

even soulmates have a hard time admitting they want each other

the next morning, i head into the shower; wanting to be quick and not bump into mark. it’s a late morning for me because i’ve started writing more and reporting less so i spend most mornings at home. i know mark goes to work around 8am so i beeline quickly but still bump into him. godddd my luck’s non-existent.

with my hair soaking with only a towel wrapped around me, i freeze; hoping he’ll ignore me. my head’s still kind of touching his chest but all he does is stand there. i don’t know. i don’t even look up at him.

“hey.” he says softly

i ignore him and continue to walk past him.

“why didn’t you eat?” mark asks because he probably sees the food he’d left for me untouched as he heads towards the front door. i can hear the hurt and when i shut my eyes cringing; i picture his face looking hurt too.

i really don’t know how to make things better between mark and i.

—— text ——

arista: hey jackSUN: this sounds ominous  what’s up arista: mark and i are having roommate issues well not really but like after our housewarming party he’s been so off and i just went off yesterday but only cus he was looking for a fight ����😤😤 jackSUN: dont ask me he was already grouchy when i saw him arista: wtf happened at the party i was busy with the guests weren’t u two joint to the hip … wait is this a bro code thing jackSUN: i can neither confirm nor deny just think about what you were doing that night which could’ve led to mark’s “weirdness” arista:….

mark’s out in the living room when i finally step out of my room. eyes all wide, staring at me as i’ve caught him mid-bite. i freeze at my room and also just look at him. “hey.” i sit beside him

“hey.” there’s a small smile on his face as his eyes follow me. i’m trying to focus what’s on the tv. “are you hungry? i know you haven’t eaten all day.”

“it’s fine. i’m not hungry.” i lie in a mumble, eyes still on the tv.

“arista.” mark’s attempt at trying to sound stern makes me laugh a little but i try to suppress it. he catches this and nudges me. “i didn’t cook it so it’s even more delicious.”

“i love your cooking.” i mumble, pulling the couch cushion onto my lap. it’s difficult for me to look at him even more. and i am being honest but i really like mark’s cooking. even if he never adds enough salt or seasoning.

he chuckles. that sounds like my favourite thing. “you’re the only one, arista.” from the corner of my eyes, he’s smiling and rolling his eyes at me. my heart’s melting. i’m weak in the knees; thank god i’m sitting down.

“i’m sorry for what happened at the party.” i mumble as he gets up from the couch. when he hears, he pauses. his entire body freezes and head turns to me. “i don’t know what happened but i just want you, us, to be normal again.” god, i hear my own voice. i sound so sad. i don’t want mark to pity me.

“it’s okay. i was just being dumb. it’s nothing. you have nothing to be sorry about.” he says, casually and continues on his way to the kitchen to get food. for the short while he’s gone, my heart’s pounding but i can feel it in my head.

tonight, mark and i talk about that night. when we first met at the club. he details me on what happened because i’m still blurry. really, all he tells me about is how i’d asked him to come over so he could be my roommate. 

///

(flashback third person POV)

mark can’t seem to keep his eyes off of arista. his eyes keep wandering onto her; some supernatural power that keeps pulling him towards arista. when she’d come up to the table, he’d found himself frozen. like something in his head clicked but he couldn’t place what went off. he clues that she’s close to jackson and jaebum; how easily she laughs with them. with all her friends. he doesn’t know where this urge comes from but he’s silently wishing (really really badly) that he hopes he can make her laugh as easily

jennie nudges mark, noticing his gaze at arista throughout the night.

— text —

jen: r u into her?????/

mork: shut up before you draw any attention

jen: isnt she into jackson??i heard jaebum saying thatmork

mork

the incessant beeping of his phone, he finally replies; annoyed. despite the fact that the two of them are sitting together

mork: jfc JEN I SWEAR

//

as jennie yells the dare to arista, mark’s entire body feels like he’s frozen but also burning entirely too hot in anticipation to see what arista will do. he already feels his heart breaking; it seems ridiculous because he’s barely spoken to her and met her 4 hours ago.

with arista’s face so close to jaebum, mark finds himself uncomfortable. he doesn’t like what he sees. his eyes bounce from grace to jackson; who look the least shocked. they must’ve known about her feelings because the two of them almost share the uncomfortable feeling he’d been feeling but were actually showing it while mark remained stoic mostly.

he leaves a little space as arista rushes out; leaving a tense air between all of them. jaebum’s face stuck in shock; mouth slightly agape and turns to jackson.

“what the hell was that?” jaebum mumbles. mark feels bad for arista. he wishes he could feel actually bad though but a part of him is glad that jaebum doesn’t like her back. maybe that means he could talk to her. he isn’t even thinking about dating her. for now, he’s trapped in her magnetic field. she’s so powerful to him; that he just wants to talk to her; know her.

//

even from the booth, mark’s eyes tried to search for arista on the dance floor. sometimes he caught glimpses of her; dancing the night away. again, she looks so carefree and he wishes he could be a little like that. he is like that but he could never especially after what’d had just happened. 

“i’m gonna go get another round.” mark clears his throat and tells jaebum and jennie before heading to the bar.

“MARK!”

“arista!” he mimics her enthusiasm, finds himself smiling wider than he should. “are you okay?” lowering to her height, he asks into her ear. still dancing to the beat, arista’s swaying. mark finds her pout cute.

“i feel like shit! but i’m really drunk right now!” she giggles, yelling over the music so he lowers himself to her height mid-sentence.

“i think you were very brave.” he’s referring to the moment with jaebum and her but she doesn’t get it and only bounces to the music restlessly which makes hims laugh. amused, he watches her for a bit.

“hey, do you wanna be my roommate?” when he’d said brave, he really hadn’t realised that she was that brave. she barely knows him but she’s looking at him so intensely with a genuine smile, which is beyond mark’s understanding because how can a drunk person do that?

“how’d you know?” he asks. why’s he trying to have a conversation with a drunk person?

“come over saturday!!” she yells into his ear which makes him jerk. but her hands grip onto his arms tightly, jumping to the new song playing. “mark, you are absolutely beautiful.” she breathes and he cringes at the smell of alcohol on her breath.

she’s still cute though. /// “you’re a fucking psycho!” i laugh as mark finishes telling me about the night i’d drunkenly yelled into his face. practically demanding to be my roommate; not even a suggestion really. “i was so wasted and you still came.” there’s a sparkle in his eyes as he looks over at me; that teeth-showing smile making me weak.

 mark smiles for a few more moments. “i didn’t want your bravery to go to waste.” he shrugs. 

“well, thank you.” i want to hug him. i want to hold him because he’s making me feel so warm. 

“you’re my favourite roommate.” why did i just say that…… “i mean—“ i start taking my words back but he interrupts me, with his hand on my arm. 

“you are my favourite too.” he says that so genuinely. i almost believe him. god, i wanna get lost in his eyes. there’s a faint smile on his face. i feel like i forget everything when he’s there.

“so can you tell me why were you being so distant?” acutely aware of mark’s hand still on my arm, i place mine over it.

then, it’s silence.

he slowly removes his hand from me and it scares me. maybe i’d been too careless about throwing that out there. maybe he’s still not comfortable with me.

“i saw you with jaebum. out there in the balcony.” he says and i watch him, nodding for him to go on but he’s biting the corner of his lip again. “i don’t know arista. i just felt jealous. but i really don’t like you that way.” he adds the last part way too forcefully which stings a little but it doesn’t surprise me. “i guess i just forgot you had other friends beside me.”

i laugh a little. “you’re so dumb.”

“but you like dumb things.”

“right.”

i’m getting flashbacks to our first conversation in the apartment. i love dumb things.

// we go back to normal after that. whatever normal had been for us anyway. but a part of me is getting mushy feelings for mark; probably because his admission about being jealous made me like him a little bit more. (totally not in a romantic way though) it takes a lot of guts to admit ugly feelings like jealousy though and I'm glad that we’re close enough for that. so my life’s kind of getting on track, my roommate and i are friendly. more and more articles are getting assigned to me instead of on-site reporting. now, all i have to worry about is about these soulmate marks. but it doesn’t matter; a soulmate is meant to be; i don’t have to search for him. hopefully. // mark’s not home. which is weird because it’s mark? he’s always home if not at work. well, i mean he is a single guy. an attractive one. he’s bound to have some fun? i guess? it feels weird even wondering. i sigh; feeling lonely as i serve myself dinner for one. i’d also come back home a bit later than i’d anticipated, like i said, i’ve been getting more articles. so, when the lights were out at home, i’d gotten a little disappointed. 

why do i even wait up for mark? getting antsy, i start biting on my nails. like it’s completely irrational but i start getting angry at him; how could he not text and be like; “hey i’ll be night don’t wait up” okay, but the thing is, he doesn’t have to… we’re just roommates. whatever. 

i force myself to bed. he’s a big boy. despite being a heavy sleeper, i’d gone to bed on edge so i wake up to the sound of things crashing outside. normally, the apartment could be on fire and i wouldn’t realise if asleep.

i know it’s mark. instantly. without a doubt. leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom, i watch him wobble into the living room. he’s probably knocked everything in the hallway. 

mark’s eyes slowly look up to me and a sloppy slow smile forms on his face. and i notice that his eyes look sheepish as he leans on the couch for balance; still looking at me. “ari, i don’t feel so good.” he covers his mouth as he gags. 

“mark, don’t you fucking dare.” i warn, rushing beside him. even the thought of having to clean up puke is making me gag. i want to be angry but he keeps making gagging noises; looking over at me with his eyes that scream innocence. you know the ones where kids know they messed up but expect their parent to help them clean their mess up. 

so he throws up in the toilet bowl with me beside him on the floor; patting his back. but not before he threw up on himself a little before we even made it to the bathroom. surprisingly, my gag reflex hasn’t reacted as i comfort mark throughout his puking. huh, i guess he brings out another strong side to me. normally, i puke whenever i see someone else throw up. 

“arista, i can’t do this. i can’t.i can’t.” he shakes his head, teary-eyed from the constant puking. “i’m gonna dieee.” he slurs before he leans into the toilet bowl again. 

“god, mark. you’re a fucking mess.” i try not to laugh as drool edges on the corner of his lips. “c’mon,” i start unbuttoning his shirt because the smell of vomit on his shirt’s killing me. “you have to get cleaned.” 

“why are you undressing me!?” he yells a little too loudly in my face. 

i scoff. “because you threw up on yourself and i can’t sit here with you all night if you smell like that.” reasoning with a drunk is impossible but he silently agrees and lets me unbutton it; eventually taking it off himself. 

//

the next morning, i’m awake on the couch with asleep against the foot of the couch. (with a bin from my room to throw up in) awake before him, i try to slip past him to get dressed when i notice him shirtless. then, i remember that i’d helped undress him last night. now, i’m only human so i stare at him; shirtless and still slightly hugging the bin. god, he looks like an angel. everything on him looks so soft. 

crouching down to face him, i notice the mark on his chest. similar to mine. shaped like a little heart. i choke a little when i realise how similar they really are. no way. don’t be a fucking weirdo arista. thousands of people probably have similar marks. i check to see if it’s on his left. and it is. my entire body starts burning up when i realise. no way. no way. 

i always thought that there’s this show-stopping moment when you see your soulmate. like, you two just know. did i ever have a moment like that with mark? i mean, i’ve always been drawn to him? or am i just making it up in my head now because i’ve seen his mark? 

mark doesn’t even feel that way about me so there’s no reason for me to hype myself up. sometimes soulmate marks fade. like ray and mine. maybe mark and i aren’t romantic soulmates. i’m not sure how to react now that i rationalise that we may not be romantic soulmates. but it’d make more sense; we’ve always clicked. but … i’ve never wanted to kiss mark in the kitchen when we were both goofing around; cooking dinner. never. not even when we were furniture shopping and we both pointed at the same thing at the same time with the same lame joke....nope... not even then.

[3raaaachachacha]

All members / 2.1k words / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: implied sexual relations

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Im Jaebeom

Jaebeom knew that when he first met you at the company that you were the one. There was something about you that was just so captivating, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Of course at first, he didn’t want to seem like a creep and cross his boundaries, but when he noticed the way you looked at him, he knew there was some kind of spark between the two of you. He made sure to request you to do his makeup for him so that he could spend as much time as possible with you. For some reason, the two of you felt so comfortable with each other as if you had been friends for years. It was a risky situation, but you were worth it. When Jaebeom wants something, he will strive to great lengths and work hard for it.

After asking for permission, he’d take you to the amusement park for your first official date outside of work. He’d be nervous at first to slip his hand into yours, so he’d need to mentally encouraging himself to make the first move. He found it absolutely adorable how you’d grip onto his hand tightly and hide your face in his chest on a ride that was high up since you were scared of heights. Jaebeom didn’t know his heart could possibly beat that fast, but it always did when he was around you. He had a soft spot for you. After several rides and won plushies, he’d offer to drive you home to make sure you got there safely. You’d share your first kiss in the car before removing yourself shyly after feeling your cheeks heat up. You couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone else but him.

Mark Tuan

It was like magic when he laid his eyes on you. He felt all warm inside and butterflies began to occupy his stomach from how nervous, yet excited he was to meet you. There was this unspoken truth about meeting your soulmate and how you just knew with no explanation. That’s how Mark felt when his gaze met yours. It wouldn’t be awkward at all even with Mark being a quieter individual. He would feel the connection that two of you had running through his veins and it would be easy for the two of you to converse about any topic. It was the same for you as well, which frightened you a bit, but also excited you about the endless possibilities that awaited the two of you.

He would make sure your first date was special so that you could forever remember it and how amazing your soulmate was. It would be a picnic in the park on a beautiful spring day with all of your favorite foods. How he knew your favorite foods? Let's just say he had a feeling. He would take you to the arcade after and the two of you would play fun games together until dinner time rolled around unexpectedly since time seemed to escape you. After spending all day together, he would walk you home to your apartment before telling you how he had the best time today and wanted to see you again with a few more compliments added into his speech. He would end the night with kissing your soft lips and that’s when both of you felt the fireworks go off in your hearts, knowing you were one another’s soulmates.

Jackson Wang

Jackson always has had good intuition and after seeing you in the streets with a friend, he knew he had to talk to you. Something about you was pulling him in and his curiosity wasn’t helping. He would introduce himself to you like the sweet guy he is and ask you on a date and for you number since he thought you were the most beautiful girl that he had ever laid his eyes on. You felt the sudden connection, even after his cheesy pick up line, prompting you to give your number to him with a pink tint on your cheeks. It was a short interaction, but Jackson wanted to wait till your date to wow you. He had already begun to plan it out in his head as he began preparations since he was going to see you in a few hours.

You would be a mess from how happy you were that this random guy came and asked you out, yet you knew he wasn’t random. Your heart felt different when you met each other’s gaze and felt like you knew him, like he was your soulmate. It was a weird feeling, but you were certain you were right. You had never felt like this before with your previous boyfriends. The date would be a simple dinner on a balcony in a nice restaurant that he rented out for the two of you. The conversation flowed so easily and the tension between the two of you was undeniable. The night wouldn’t end there though. He would invite you back to his apartment where the two of you would end up getting more familiar than expected. There was no point in denying the feelings you both had for one another, regardless of only just meeting a few hours ago. Even so, he would be a sweet gentleman to you the entire time and make sure anything he did, you were comfortable with.

Park Jinyoung

It actually wasn’t the first time he had met you, but it was the first time he was feeling this sudden pull towards you that he couldn’t quite explain. It was as if the universe was telling him to go and talk to you, that the two of you were meant to be. Something corny like that, but nonetheless, he introduced himself to you. He was a regular at the coffee shop you worked at, but he had never talked to you before, funny enough. Jinyoung asked you for your number after reading your name off your name tag and asked you on a date as well. If he was going to do this, he was going to go big or go home. You had always thought he was handsome, but never thought he would be interested in you, so with being taken back, you politely agreed to his request.

The date was more than you had expected, but then again, he was a famous idol. It was a yummy dinner on a yacht that he had privately rented for the night. You were clearly surprised, but Jinyoung thought it was adorable and promised your next date wouldn’t be so overwhelming. Some may think Jinyoung was flaunting his wealth, but actually, he just wanted to take you on a romantic date that you would never forget, and you definitely wouldn’t forget this. When the two of you were talking about your personal lives, you knew he was your soulmate from the way he looked at you. It was a look of love that would last for ages. There was that sudden gut feeling most get when they know they’ve found their soulmates, and it was clear both of you felt it. The rest of the night would be filled with laughs and good conversation as the two of you relaxed on the boat in each other’s arms until the sun began to rise.

Choi Youngjae

Youngjae wasn’t one to believe those sayings like ‘love at first sight’, but the moment he saw you, he knew you were the one. He’d stop to pack his belongings so he could go to you, but as soon as he would be done, you were no longer there. He already had your features memorized, so he’d search and search until he knocked into someone, that someone being you. It would be such a surprise since he never thought he would find his way to you, but with the way you looked into one another’s eyes, he knew it was you. Neither of you would be able to say anything, too immersed in each other’s wide smiles, until he’d nervously ask you if you wanted to get coffee together. Despite the two of you being shy, it was not at all uncomfortable, especially with his cute eye smile and kind gestures towards you.

Youngjae knew you were his soulmate from then on. You hated green tea ice cream, watermelon, and cucumbers. All the things he also hated. How did he get so lucky? He simply ran into you and he didn’t want to let you go so quickly. Before you knew it, hours went by from talking and you had to get to your part time job. Youngjae would offer to walk you there since it was late and he honestly didn’t want to leave you. He’d drop you off at work, but not before exchanging numbers and planning an official date. You felt your cheeks flush and heart rate increase at the thought of being able to see him again. You’d nervously place a kiss on his cheek before running inside, mentally screaming of happiness.

BamBam

It definitely wasn’t how he expected his day to go, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. BamBam stepped in when he saw some guy yelling at you over the counter, someone who seemed to have known you, saying some hurtful things. He didn’t know what came over him, but he was not going to stand for it. So when your eyes met after he told the guy to back off, that’s when the two of you felt this weird connection, like you were the one for each other. He’d ask if you were okay before going back to his table. You didn’t miss the looks that were exchanged between the two of you until your shift was over. He’d catch up to you and ask if he could take you out to dinner before heading home.

It only took a few conversations to know you were his soulmate. The one he wanted to grow old with. He thought his mind and heart were playing with him at first from how bizarre it sounded, but the heart doesn’t lie. It felt like the two had been friends for years since you clicked and had similar interests and dislikes, which made things easier for the two of you. BamBam had sneakily asked you on a real date, but you actually thought you were on one right now, which shocked him, but you were more than happy to go on another date together. You were sure to exchange numbers before the end of the night, so that you could see each other more often, hoping things could progress from there. You knew he was someone you wanted by your side and so did he. And he was going to make sure that happened.

Kim Yugyeom

He would be so confused when he caught your gaze while on his way to his next promotion and felt like time had stopped. He would memorize your face and would immediately tell his manager to contact you, so he could speak with you after his promotions. He didn’t know what came over him, but it was like he felt the sudden connection between the two of you and he desperately needed to know who you were. Once the two of you met, you would be over the moon with happiness that he had asked to talk with you privately and get to know better. It was a private coffee date at the practice studio, which Yugyeom apologized about since it wasn’t the ideal first date. You didn’t mind though, you would rather have a chill first date like this than something overly extravagant, which he liked about you.

Just from talking for a few hours, Yugyeom knew that you were his soulmate. He had never connected so deeply with someone in such a short amount of time. This was a new experience to him, but he was excited to see how this would go and excited to take you out on a proper date for your second one. Any sort of physical touch usually didn’t bug Yugyeom, even if it was from a female, yet when he went to hug you goodbye, he felt butterflies in his stomach and his breath hitch. You smelled like home and he didn’t want to let you go from his warm embrace. He was thankful he had gotten your number and was able to text you whenever he wanted since he wanted to talk to you all the time. Even though he should have been focusing on practicing his dance moves, he couldn’t help but daydream about where he should take you on your next date and what more he would learn about you.

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Mark’s bag felt much heavier once it was lifted from his shoulders. 

The ride back from Busan to Seoul was miserable, especially two days after Rose went away, and the man tried his best to sleep through the entirety of it, yet nothing but images of that night and Rose walking off were running in his head. He was exhausted with overthinking about what to do and how to fix things, but cheating on someone wouldn’t heal with plastering a ‘sorry’ on top - hell, he knew giving Rose the entire world wouldn’t heal it.

But...

He didn’t regret it.

Mark, in the past, was much too proud to say how much he secretly cared about things, and that shell soon took over, desensitizing the man from further expressing sincere remorse over his actions. Of course he cared - he cared that he hurt Rose, and he cared that she’ll never view him in the same light again, but he wouldn't go back in time to remake his decisions.

There’s another Rose, right?

The man was convinced that the moment he’d step foot into the apartment, Rose would be on the couch, sulking, waiting for her boyfriend’s return to speak with him -- that’s when he’ll apologize with a velvet bouquet of flowers in his hands. Roses, most likely.

With that misconception engulfing his mind, it was much more of a surprise to Mark to find that upon stepping into his apartment and trudging towards their shared bedroom, he found nothing but empty cupboards and closest, an overly tidy room and dull moonlight illuminating the place. 

Frantically, Mark dropped his bags on the nearest floor and scavenged his rooms and hallways for traces of things his girlfriend might have forgotten or purposely left, for a note or a gift or something; for a trace of Rose, yet moment upon moment he came up with nothing; there was nothing left to remind him of a person he once had.

Entering the living room, he crumbled to the floor in despair, looking up at the ceiling in hopes of a divine power to help Mark deal with the situation. As cold and detached as he was, there was a metallic weight over Mark’s heart and back, and a shudder went through his body.

As he looked down onto his lap, averting his attention towards his wrist, the reminiscences of a fading tattoo barely showing on his golden skin. 

“No, no..” he whispered as a tear trekked down his cheek, dropping with a delicate splatter on his black jeans. A pit of anguish began to sprout in his belly as he saw his skin turn completely blank, not even a hint of another tattoo, a mark - anything that could signal another chance.

He drops his hands and slumps his torso, avoiding contact with anything apart from the faint idea that Rose may still come back, that he still has a chance at love. Regret began hitting at about that moment, an emotion which Mark couldn’t necessarily understand, and he laid his back onto the cold wooden floor, staring up above, loss and helplessness seeping through his cells.

“Rose,” he whispered. “I’m sorry..”

But ‘sorry’ wouldn’t do it, ‘sorry’ wouldn’t make her reappear and ‘sorry’ won’t help her love him again. ‘Sorry’ won’t do shit, and his actions were useless, much alike his words, and he felt sick.

This was it, this was his fate.

Mark was alone, utterly and completely alone, and there was nothing he could.

Hopefully, as the years would pass, he’d learn to give and receive love properly, as one is meant to - with gratitude and grace, yet how likely could that be?

Mark doesn’t want to be loved, he just wants to be adored.

[beomie-rabbit]

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When We Dream (M) | mkt

pairing: soulmate! mark x fem! reader genre: drabble, soulmate! au, fluff, smut, some angst, slight horror [warnings]: mature content, detailed scenes, detailed sexual content, nightmares, mentions of murder + blood, fear, oral (receiving), distance word count: 2.4k summary: Ever dream of a stranger? As the same man seems to be within your dreams, the only link you have to finding out his identity - how he always seems to be around - is by lucid dreaming. A/N: bro i don't even know about this one, it was a fever dream (literally) and has a lot of blind spots. a continuation might be necessary? this is why i made it a drabble. it’s meant to confuse you and make you think.

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Darkness. That's how dreams always begin. Whether or not you fall asleep immediately, it always manages to find you. Imagination running wild. A thin thread connected to others that can deliver you to the unimaginable, and yet he was always there.

A man - whose name you hadn’t received - a face you couldn't forget.

Desultory settings, almost alone in another world, you took notice of him over time. At first, he was just a bystander within your dream. Walking down a sidewalk, most people were faceless due to your mind never being able to comprehend other's features. But he stood out. A gentle smile as your eyes met his brown ones, keeping on his agenda within the dream. You continued on your way, not knowing what was next. You never controlled dreams.

Too fit in your own daily life, you were drawn to dreaming - it seemed to be the one sense you inherited without having to use any effort or force. It was natural.

By the second time you saw him, your mind grew analytical. Though most dreams faded when your eyes would finally open, his face was seared into your brain. Throughout your days you believed you saw him within other people. His presence a mere mirage. Set in a myriad of daily problems, you always found yourself dreaming instantly as your body fell asleep. 

This dream - in particular - was nothing less of a nightmare.

Running down a twisted hallway with nothing leading you but dim light bulbs above, you were panting. Tears rushing down your face, fear had taken over your body. Something was chasing you, but you couldn't see it. You were afraid enough to be running, scared out of your mind. Screams echoed from different sections, the building seemed like a motel built inside of a factory - another setting your mind didn't program well.

Loud, booming stomps came from behind you, making your pace speed up as you looked through the doorways of the building. One quick glance into a room, and you were met with the gored scene of a murder. The next room you saw was full of flowers, but a woman and man having intercourse. Her moans making your tears fall faster, you couldn't understand the situation. Scared to peer into another room, you kept moving forward. The hallway seemed never-ending. Rounding a corner was when your gaze met his again.

He stood much taller than you, a simple outfit on him as his light brown hair blew from the breeze that was created by you running. He held out his hands, palms in your view. You halted in front of him. Eyes filled with worry, he took your wrist, running down a different hallway. Turning to look back, you noticed he was just as scared as you.

"Where are we going?" you called out to him. With another short glance back at you, he continued to tug you behind him.

His longer legs made it hard for you to keep up, pace slowing every few seconds to reassure you were still in his grasp. Taking you through more hallways, he finally reached a door that was locked.

"Why are you set on this door?" you asked as he let your wrist go, fingers running over the top of the doorframe. He searched for a key to the padlock latched between the door and its frame, ignoring your question. Stumbling around and tossing objects, he found a small key underneath a potted plant. Turning back towards you, he took your wrist once more, placing your hand on his hip. Putting your index finger through the loop of his jeans, he watched over you.

"Do not let go of me," he spoke deeply, inserting the key into the padlock and turning it, pulling it from the latch. Opening the door, you were met with an indoor forest. With the setting being wildly different than the creepy motel-factory, your body shook. As the door shut, you were convinced the other place had vanished. "Don't let go of me." the man repeated as he yanked you forward into the leaves of the trees.

The moist area made you sweat, the man lunging through the bushes. He was convincing you that he knew where he was going, but you sustained his process as being disoriented. Rummaging through more bushes, the two of you stood at the trunk of a large tree. The tree being triple its normal size, both of you shared a curious glance, making your way up to it. Placing your hand against the bark, the man's hand moved beside yours. Hand just as warm as your own, a gasp fell from your lips when his hand made contact against your finger. Feeling his body close to yours, darkness fell over you again, the bright sunlight peeking through your lids pulling you from sleep.

You constantly asked yourself: Is he just part of the dreams? What is his purpose? How was he there again? But no clear answers ever surfaced.

Researching the meaning behind seeing the same face, the universe seemed to always derail you. No mentions of it were accounted for; you were alone on this journey.

You had to give the universe credit, though. Mother nature binding with it constantly sent you on a whirl. Your mind shallowed and allowed you to fall asleep once again, body on fire.

Laying in a pure white room, you rocked up into friction against your core. Opening your eyes, the scene was much different than the leading dreams. White curtains on the blindingly bright window, walls shell white, a large bed with a thick duvet, something moving against you as you could only moan. A tongue was pressed flat against you, your hips bucking into someone's face. You were at a loss for words as your orgasm hit you quickly, mind foggy. You couldn't tell if this was all real or not.

The duvet moved, his gaze meeting yours again. He wiped his chin, taking in a breath. Eyes brighter in the white room, you stared at him in disbelief.

"Hello." he smiled, cheeky and fresh.

"Hello." you choked out.

His lips moved to your bare torso, a confused look on your face. He was so comfortable. Unable to fight against his kisses, your head fell back against the puffed pillow. Moaning into the air, his hands ran up and down your sides, fingers gentle.

"I-I," you stuttered, his face peering up at you, keeping his eyes fixed there while his kisses continued up to your breasts.

Kisses turned to bites. A small hickey was sucked onto your breast, a moan passing through your entire body making you jolt against him. A smirk on his face, a single hand placed at your pelvis held you against the mattress. Keeping with his teasing, he seemed resolute. Lips moving everywhere, his face was fully centered above yours. Finally able to see his features in full view, you were at a loss for words.

Your heart was beating so fast, you knew he could hear it. With a bright grin, his dark eyes blinked and squinted. His cheeks rose up from the smile, soft and kind. His hair smelled like generic soap, the locks soft as you raised your hand to his head and intertwined your fingers within it. His peaceful kisses moved across your face, ending at your lips where they floated above your own. Staring down into your eyes, you watched his irises disappear behind his eyelids, lips connecting with yours. As the oxygen rushed out of your lungs, a spark was within the seam of your lips. Moving in sync, your fingers in his hair gently moved from his head, latching to the back of his neck to bring him closer.

Pulling from you, his eyes shot open, wide with fire. You looked up at him with confusion, brows raised. Never in your life had you experienced such a link to someone else, much less the rapid heartbeat of theirs mirroring your own. His touch on your skin created a heat you never felt before, the mix of feelings emanating from both of you making the room fill with tension. Fixed on each other, you sat in silence with your mind becoming conscious of the dream-like state.

"Are you real?" you asked him, his head tilting as he blinked.

"Are you real?" he mimicked your question with abashment as he sat up on his knees between your thighs.

Neither of you had an answer. Within the white room, all you could do was stare at one another. His features seemed realistic, much more than the others you've come across in your dreams. He seemed to be flesh and bone, just like you. Though you weren't awake, he felt all too real. Your breathing sped up under him, eyes shutting as you woke in your own bed, a position you've become accustomed to.

Body weak, you shook as you stood from your bed. Madness, the dreams had escalated into your reality, your core still aching from the man's touch as you were idle in the middle of your bedroom. Gathering your bearings, you walked to your desk and sat before the computer. Turning it on, you opened your browser, typing in a subtle search of "dreams". The vague study led you down a rabbit-hole, words passing your pupils as a single title caught your thoughts. Lucid dreaming.

Reading over the search, everything listed that in order to stay lucid dreaming - you have to really want it. Staying focused, you would be able to control the dream for a limited amount of time while unconscious - yet conscious. With the slim chance that you would be able to hold a full conversation with the man - to be able to retrieve answers - you agreed with yourself to try it.

Night fell over, your room calm, mind settled as you laid on your back above your covers. Muscles relaxing, breathing steady, you fell asleep within minutes. The darkness took over, everything pitch dark. Your eyes opened - but nothing was in your view.

"Do you hear me?" you called out, hoping the man would hear. Nothing sounded back, your own voice echoing in the dark space.

"Hello?" you asked, voice louder this time. "Relax and control it. Focus. Talk to me."

The darkness seemed to fade as you stood in a room. Walls of black tiles plastered about, an illuminating light behind each one. It looked as if you were in a purgatory state that your mind couldn't envision. Finally being able to see around the room, you noticed the man was now standing at a distance away from you.

"Hello," he spoke slowly, peering around the strange room as his gaze looked you up and down.

"How did you know to do this?" he questioned, eyes large as his hands moved into the pockets of his jeans, rocking on his heels.

"It's called lucid dreaming," you said quickly, moving towards him. "I don't believe our minds can create a setting currently, so let's use this time wisely."

He nodded, hair bouncing as he watched you stare back at him. His lips curled up, taking in your form. His teeth shined through with a smile, making your heart leap.

"It is you." he grinned, your head tilted to the side. "How did we find each other again?"

"Wait," you said, eyebrows furrowed. "Weren't you purposely getting into my dreams?"

"No, not quite. You were in my dream first, the sidewalk."

Your breathing stuttered. Looking down at the floor in thought, he swayed. He wasn't part of your dreams - he is separate, and you both managed to come across each other in a state of mind neither of you could comprehend.

"So, you are real?" he asked, referring to the dream in the white room. "I wasn't just dreaming of a stranger with no face. It really was you again!" he jumped, his right hand reaching out for your own as he held it, looking into your eyes.

"What does this mean?" you asked, startled. "I mean, how is this possible? I didn't think separate, cognitive minds could adjust to the same consciousness, much less same dream states."

He seemed just as confused as you, similar to your second meeting. Looking into your eyes, his brown ones seemed darker than they were in the white room. Purple marks lined under them, his face seeming tired compared to the original instances that you met. He seemed almost ill.

"Are you okay?" you asked, voice almost in a whisper.

His eyes shined in the dim lighting, grip on your hand tightening as he glanced down at the floor.

"Mark?" you spoke.

"H-How do you know my name, Y/N?" he asked, head shooting back up as he seemed lost with his own sentence.

He never mentioned his name, as you never mentioned yours either. Words were falling from your lips as if your brain knew something you didn't. "I-I don't know. You know mine, too."

His hold on your hand warmed your skin, similar to how his body heated you up in the white-roomed dream. Barely able to speak, his eyes were focused on yours. His head dipped down, lips against one another as they met your own. The spark cascaded between your matched lips. His grip on your hand seeming to go numb. You felt darkness take over for the last time. With his touch tattooed into your skin, you laid on your back. Eyes opened to your ceiling, mind wired, you breathed in.

Months passed and it felt as though Mark never let you go. From time to time - within your dreams - you could still feel his kisses. His hot skin against your own. But you never saw him. You felt alone in the world, the connection between the two of you lessened.

Sitting on a bench in your local park, the sunset was in the sky as people moved along their own path. The metal bench below you was stiff, your body standing and stretching, turning. The bright lake beside you was blinding from the little sunlight left, and as your left hand moved to block it out, a shadow was in your view.

Mark stood before you, a wide smile on his face. The purple marks under his eyes were gone. Slowly walking to you, he took your hand in his, lifting your knuckles to his lips as he placed a chaste kiss to them.

"Hello again, Y/N." he smiled. "We have a lot to discuss."

[markie-baby]

We'll Go Way Back

Dream Log | 12.20.20

Hi EVERYONEEEE. It’s been an exponentially long time since I’ve been on here and an even longer time since I posted a Mark dream (mainly because I haven’t had many worth telling). But I figured after the year we have had that I should get back on here and post some the good ones I had for ya’ll as well as a bunch of shit I had in my drafts :) I hope you all are safe & healthy, and have continued health & safety in this new year. For all those who have been heavy effected by the events of last year both physically and mentally, I want you know that my heart is with you <3 I love you.

Disclaimer | ALL of my “Bias Dreams” posts are 100% actual dreams I’ve had of my biases. I hate the smell, look, taste, and sound of bullshit, so why would I serve it to you guys on a silver platter with a side quail eggs, cheese fondue, and some assorted fruits, and call that shit a five star meal? Enjoy!

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So the dream is really weird (and slick beautiful & powerful) and there are some pieces I don't remember but I think it starts off with me going on a plane to go to college. And the college campus is huge and picturesque. Especially the cafeteria. So I'm there and kind of feeling so-so about the experience and I'm socializing with other students there, I don't recognize anyone there. So then I head to the café and I'm sitting there alone and kind of hating the food and starting to hate being there, so I get up and throw my food away. As I’m leaving the café, I notice that it’s suddenly night time and then I see Mark in a corner sulking. But I guess in my dream, the universe that I am in exists out of the current one. He’s not Mark of Got7, he's just Mark to me. So I kind of look at him and then he nods at me and I nod at him.

"What are you doing out here?" I ask him.

"I don't really wanna be in there. Don't really want to be here." He says back. "What about you?"

"Um, it's my second year (of college) but I just got here so I don’t really know anyone. I don't even know if this is what I really want." I respond.

He doesn't respond back for a few seconds. "Wish you could turn back time?"

"Yeah..." I sigh.

"Do you want to go back in time with me?" He smirked at me.

"...yes."

So Mark pulls out this little handheld blue remote contraption with like a small antenna on it, a little screen, and a little dial and button. Then he turns the dial and presses the button and 4 years are taken off our physical bodies (19 & 23) not effecting the time in our current environment. So while I'm standing there trying to figure out wtf just happened, Mark is like, "Wanna get out of here?" And smiles that smile that just UGHHHH. So I'm like "Yes." What follows after happened almost like a montage in my head. We decided to run off of campus and just do random, but beautiful shit. We got into his vintage, yellow car he had parked on the street of the campus and we went to see a superhero movie, and then we played in the arcade where we got really competitive lol. Then he drove us to an old school amusement park by the beach and we were the only ones there and we rode on a bunch of rollercoasters and screamed and laughed. And then it got dark, we went stargazing and talked about our interests and dreams. Then Mark asked me if I wanted to go furniture shopping. I was like furniture shopping for what? And he was like for our house when we live together.

So I was like "Sure, why not!"

So we went to some Target IKEA hybrid, and legit started furniture shopping but it was so cute because he was holding my hand the whole time, and asking me what I think what would be good for the apartment, making sure we both came to an agreement. But then it got really sad and weird, because while we were looking at bathroom mirrors and then the glass in the mirrors turned into moments in time from our past, like Mark's baby pictures, his debut, etc. And my baby pictures, and me going to highschool and college DEPRESSED, and then me finding myself & drawing again. And then Mark turned to me and was like, "we gotta go back." And in a beautiful kind of way, I knew what he was taking about and why. We cant live in the past, we need to move forward and actually live like we did with each other today. So, nodded and took the little way back machine out of his pocket and turned the dial and I was about to press it when he pulled me closer, put his hand on my cheek and kissed me. BICH. WHEN I TELL YOU I LITERALLY FELT. HIM. KISSING ME. JESUS. TMI, but he’s such a good kisser. On GAWD. And he was passionate!!! OOoooowEeeeeee. Anyways, he's kissing me and my hand slips and presses the button slowly turning us back. Then he pulls away still holding my hand and I ask him, "So what now?" Then he's smiles, "I think I'm gonna pursue music like I wanted. What about you?"

"I honestly don't know...but I want to live my life how want it. I want to be happy this time around." I say.

He smiled. "What about us?"

"Pursue your dreams first. When you get all big and famous then come and find me :)"

"Okay..." he answered.

Then we both started walking away from each other and next thing I knew , I was back on campus and it was super bright and sunny outside and I was feeling great. A bich was doing cartwheels on the front lawn and shit saying hello to everyone. Then I see two classmates who I apparently know, (a guy and girl) and the guy asks me where I've been and I tell him that I went of with this guy named Mark and we had an amazing time together. And girl asked me why I am super happy like what happened to me. And literally I just blurt out "I'm dropping out!" And I get up and run to the cafeteria to get food to drive back home.

A bich chasin her dreams.

~until next dream~

[spacequokka]

Beautiful Thing | 07

Pairing: Jackson x Reader, Yugyeom x Reader, Future GOT7 x Reader Genre: Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU, Enemies to Lovers AU Rating: T (explicit language) Summary: You're asked to sign a NDA and the group is torn apart. It's up to Jay B to mediate the situation. Word Count: 6.5k Warnings: None really, just some time with a lawyer, more grumpy Jin and good ol’ ot7 quality time.

A/N: Edits done! Lemme know if I missed anything. It was close to 8k but I moved a scene to the next chapter since it is more Yug-centric. After this, we’ll be in the member-centric romance arcs! Woo!​

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Kristen’s apartment always smelled like a garden in bloom. She heavily favored floral scented candles and incense sticks. The swirling mixture of jasmine and smoke greeted you when you approached her door, her opening it before you could even knock. If she’d been in the window waiting for you, you missed it. Then again, your mind was a mess, a labyrinth of torment and confusion. She pulled you in for a tight hug.

“I know you’re tired,” she sighed as she rubbed your back, “so I set up the air bed for you.”

“Thank you, Kris.” You muttered, trying and failing to keep her from grabbing your bag.

“Don’t worry about it.” She carried the bag inside and closed the door when you followed. “Part of me can’t believe he’d do some shit like this, but then again, it is your dad we’re talking about. No offense, but it’s like he’s on a constant mission to out-crazy himself.”

“None taken.” You toed off your shoes and placed them on the shoe rack by the door. “I’m still processing it all, y’know? It never occurred to me he’d get pissed off about this.” You held up your wrist.

“But,” she grinned as she plopped down on the couch, “you got to meet one of your soulmates! How did that go?” Just the thought of Jackson had you smiling again. “I take it things went well, then?”

“I can’t even describe what the hell happened with him.” You shrugged off your jacket and hung it on the back of a dining chair. “I went in with every intention of giving him hell.” You crawled onto the air bed and curled up on your side. “But when I looked at him, I lost the fight. He didn’t do or say anything special. I just… couldn’t stay mad.”

She rolled her eyes, but her grin remained. “I told you it was stupid to be mad at him in the first place. But what about him?”

You peeked up at her. “As always, he was a perfect gentleman. He apologized several times and paid for our food.”

“He’s already better than most of the people you’ve dated in the past.”

“Can you not?” You laughed. “But, yeah. He’s way better than them. Maybe the best.” You sighed as your chest began to ache. “I’m pretty sure I’ll never see him again, though.”

“What? Why not?” Kristen’s eyes nearly popped out. “You’re sitting here grinning like a fool. I thought there’d be a few more dates, at least.”

“This wasn’t a date. It was more of a…meeting, I guess.”

“Oh, what the hell ever.” She got to her feet. “We’ll continue this tomorrow, fathead. I gotta work the morning shift tomorrow. Try to get some sleep.” She waved towards the kitchen. “Make yourself at home. If I’m gone before you wake up, just text me if you need anything.”

“Will do.” You gave her a half-assed salute, then tugged the blanket she’d laid out over your body. She cut off the kitchen light and disappeared down the hallway, shutting her bedroom door behind her. The only source of light you had came from the full moon filtered through the patio blinds. Though she kept her apartment cold, the comforter she gave you was warm and heavy. You gave it a sniff and wasn’t surprised to recognize the lavender fabric softener she loved. All in all, the perfect conditions to fall asleep.

Yet, you couldn’t. Your mind was running a mile a minute, replaying the whole day over and over. How could such a pleasant meal with Jackson precede the shitshow with your family?

If the pay wasn’t so damn good, Taejoon would’ve moved on some time ago. But no. Here he was in America, strutting through a hotel lobby with his small entourage in tow, ready to put his foot up someone’s ass. Figuratively, of course.

None of them spoke as they rode the elevator up. They didn’t need to. He’d ask all the questions, and they’d make notes. This would be over and done with before Mr. Park went to bed and they’d be on a plane back to Seoul that night.

The group and crew were a flurry of activity, rushing about, getting ready to head to the airport for their flight to LA. Taejoon smiled. He’d never admit to the satisfaction he got from ruining someone’s day. “Good morning, everyone!”

Movement in the hallway came to a halt as people crashed into each other, craning their necks to see who was speaking. Over all the shorter heads, he saw the face he was looking for. “Seungjoon, there you are.”

“Oh, god no.” Seungjoon’s shoulders dropped, but he didn’t move. It bugged Taejoon that he had to go to him, but he could let it slide this once. “Nothing good will come of this.”

“Hm, of course not.” Taejoon smiled. “It’s never good when someone has to make a thirteen-hour flight to go fix someone else’s mistakes, is it?” Seungjoon looked at him. The confusion made Taejoon’s spine tickle with delight. “Oh, you don’t know, do you? Even better.”

“Don’t know what?”

Taejoon merely smiled, then brought his thumb and index finger to his lips. The loud whistle once again brought the floor to a stop, this time with all eyes on him. “There’s been a change of plans. Reschedule the flight to LA. We won’t be making it to the airport for some time. Talk to the front desk and extend the stay as well.” He didn’t have to say names, as the people who handled the travel and hotel arrangements were already on the move. He turned back to Taejoon. “And you. Gather up the boys and have them meet us in your room. We have a lot to talk about.”

It took about fifteen minutes for all seven members to file into the room. Youngjae was the only one to look like he was sleepwalking, but what else was new? Once Seungjoon brought up the rear and shut the door behind him, Taejoon rose from his chair.

“What happened now?” BamBam eyed Taejoon warily.

“We have a serious issue.” Taejoon fixed his suit jacket. “I received word that one of you met with the woman you paired with through the SeoulMate device.” As expected, noise erupted. The boys immediately turned to Jackson and began complaining…save for Yugyeom. Interesting. Once the noise died down, he continued. “Mr. Park sent here me to personally take care of the matter. To do that, I first need to know what happened.” Taejoon gestured to Jackson. “Mind telling us about your little rendezvous?”

To anyone else, seeing Jackson’s glare would be something of a shock. The boy’s always so cheerful and polite. However, Taejoon knew better. He’d had plenty of talks with Jackson, especially in the group’s early days, and was accustomed to his sour attitude. To no one’s surprise, Jackson merely shrugged and looked away. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Should we call Mr. Park and let you tell him that yourself?” Taejoon suggested with a smug grin, knowing full well Jackson wouldn’t chance an argument with their boss. His smile widened when Jackson’s shoulders dropped as he huffed.

“Fucking hell.” Jackson buried his face in his hands. “We met at a diner down the street. I-I made sure I wouldn’t be recognized—”

“I could tell it was you, even in full darkness.” Jinyoung snapped.

“I guess you were the one who told him, then? Didn’t even bother to talk to Jaebeom first?” Jackson’s voice rose. “I should’ve known you’d do this.”

“But,” Mark held up his hand, then pointed at Jackson, “can you blame him? Why meet her in the first place? It’s a scandal waiting to happen.”

“Because you know all about scandals, right?” Jackson bit out. Once the words were out, his eyes widened before a grimace settled on his face. “Man, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, sure.” Mark slouched in his chair.

“Regardless of what you think of it,” Taejoon cut in, “we will do this based on my judgment. And I need to hear every detail starting with when you left.”

Jaebeom elbowed Jackson and nodded towards Taejoon. “Spit it out.”

Jackson sighed, but gradually the words began to spill from his lips. Taejoon nodded to his team, who immediately began taking notes of the places and people they needed to contact. As Jackson recalled every detail, Taejoon watched the group’s reaction. He expected to see frowns and clear disapproval, but it wasn’t from as many as he’d like. Yugyeom and Youngjae listened with fond smiles while Jaebeom kept his face neutral, not showing any indication of how the information made him feel. Taejoon hadn’t even been there an hour and could see the ramifications this presented.

“And then I came straight back here.” Jackson finished.

Taejoon nodded and looked over his shoulder at the notes his assistant had. “We’ll have to check the diner for any security footage and have it scrubbed. You sound like you did a good job avoiding the press, but I’ll have PR keep an eye out for any pictures that may surface. You’re sure she didn’t take any pictures of you?”

“I’m sure.” Jackson nodded as he picked at his nails. “So now what?”

“I have to find her and have her sign an NDA, naturally. If necessary, I might also get a restraining order.” Taejoon regretted not bringing his earplugs. He’d forgotten since he was running on roughly six hours of sleep and not nearly enough caffeine. Jackson was back on his feet going on about something Taejoon couldn’t really make out with Jinyoung and Jaebeom also arguing back and forth. Right. He didn’t have to stick around for this. He had the girl’s name. Getting her address wouldn’t be too hard. “Let’s go.”

“Wait!” Jackson called out, tripping over Youngjae to get to him. “You can’t go alone. I want to go with you.”

“Absolutely not.” Taejoon shook his head. “I’m able to take care of this without your help.”

“It’s not that,” Yugyeom spoke up. “No offense, but you’re sneaky. Who’s to say you won’t have her sign a shrewd contract? We should see it first.”

“Not only that, but it should be clear the contract isn’t our doing,” Youngjae added thoughtfully.

“See?” Jackson gave Taejoon a pointed look. “I should be there to make sure you don’t take advantage of the situation. I don’t want this making her think badly of us.”

Taejoon was at the limit of his patience. “It doesn’t matter what she thinks of you. There won’t be any further contact with her.”

“I didn’t agree to that,” Jackson said candidly with not a shred of regret.

“It isn’t something that needs to be agreed to. It’s understood.” Taejoon looked at the group. “None of you were to contact anyone through the device, especially her. I shouldn’t have to tell you this.”

“We listened.” Jinyoung groused. “He’s the only one having issues with the orders.”

“Because the orders are shit!” Jackson blew up. “It’s unethical, and they pressured us into it. I don’t see why it’s so wrong to let me talk to one person when we’re basically scamming hundreds of thousands into buying a product this expensive.”

Taejoon scoffed. “It didn’t bother you when you signed the contract with the company.”

“And? That was then. I’m allowed to realize I was wrong. The only issue is I didn’t do this alone. Correcting this mistake will hurt others, like our staff and fans.” Jackson paused and straightened up. “Look, all I’m asking is that we be there when she signs. I know you. I know how you word things. Someone with no experience with lawyer-speak won’t see through your fake smile. She’ll sign her life away and you’ll just smile. That’s unfair. I brought her into this, so let me make sure she’ll be okay when we leave.”

“You act like you have any sort of power in this situation, Jackson. This isn’t up to you.”

Jackson smiled. “You sure? She can’t sign the contract if you can’t find her. And if you can’t find her, we’re not allowed to get on the plane to LA, as per ‘Mr. Park’s orders’, right?” Jackson put his hands in the pockets of his sweats. “I could easily text her and give her a heads up about this. We could be in Dallas for another two days. Delay the whole tour. None of this is coming out of our pockets.”

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Taejoon hissed. “That would cost the company thousands, if not millions, of dollars!”

“Hm. Sounds bad.” Jackson nodded and strolled back to his seat. “Sounds like you should bring her back then.”

Taejoon didn’t have high hopes for the address they were headed to. After all, if someone wants to blackmail anyone else, they aren’t typically rich. He was surprised when the car turned into a cozy suburban neighborhood where the houses weren’t cookie cutter. It was entirely possible you’d given the company a fake address. Most shady characters do. He wouldn’t be surprised at all.

“You have arrived,” the GPS announced as the driver pulled up to the curb. The house wasn’t anything spectacular. If there was a garage, he couldn’t see it so there was no way of knowing if anyone was home. Aside from knocking. Taejoon sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt.

His assistants followed him to the front door, and he was glad. Americans were unpredictable. He rang the doorbell and listened. Of course, it didn’t work. He pulled open the screen door and knocked. A short woman answered, drying her hands on a vibrant small towel. She eyed the three of them.

“Yes?”

“Good morning.” Taejoon smiled. “I am looking for _____. Does she live here?”

“You didn’t even introduce yourself. Nice suit. What company do you work for?”

The fact that she didn’t outright deny knowing you was a plus. He had the right address. “Forgive my bad manners. We are with a small law firm associated with the SeoulMate company.” Her eyes widened with recognition. Good. “There’s been an issue with Ms. _____’s device and we need to speak with her about it.”

“This couldn’t have been done over the phone? Why send three of you?”

Taejoon put on his best sympathetic smile. “We need signatures to help her get a working device, find her true soulmate.”

“What do you mean, ‘a working device?’ She hasn’t said anything about it not working.” The woman’s frown morphed into worry.

“I can imagine it might be a lot to take in. That’s why we’re here to help.” He clasped his hands together. “May we speak to her?”

Somewhere in the house, a door slammed, and the woman twitched before she forced a smile. “I think it’s better you just go.”

“Who’s at the door?” A man bellowed. “Is she back already? Tell that heifer to take her ass on somewhere—” The man turned the corner. He barely made it up to Taejoon’s shoulder. “Who the fuck are they?”

“It doesn’t concern you. Go take a nap or something.”

“Woman, you don’t run shit. If I ask who it is, you tell me.” The man turned his attention to Taejoon. It was likely they’d have to make a run for the car. “Who are you, and what the hell do you want?”

“Jermond, no—”

Taejoon cleared his throat and stuck out his hand. “Ah, the man of the house.” The change in the man’s hostile attitude was instantaneous. “I’m Taejoon Jeon and we’re looking for a Ms. _____, your daughter, I presume?”

Jermond eyed the outstretched hand and crossed his arms. “What’d she do now? We don’t have any money to pay for anything. She’s on her own.”

“No, sir. We’re not looking for money.” Taejoon dropped his hand but kept the friendly smile up. “Just need to speak with her and get a few signatures.”

“Then I can save you some time. She doesn’t live here anymore. If I had to guess, she’s at her friend’s. Kristen.”

“How fucking stupid can you be?” The woman rounded on him and started yelling. “You don’t know shit about these people! What if they’re trying to hurt her?”

“Why should I care? None of you give a fuck about hurting me.”

Taejoon could only watch the couple argue back and forth in awe. His assistant tapped his shoulder and showed him your Instagram, where a recent picture had been posted of you and another young woman. The caption mentioned a name: Kristen. That was more than enough. He motioned for them to head back to the car, no longer interested in the drama at the door.

“Get the address. I don’t care what you have to say to get it.” Taejoon barked as he buckled his seatbelt.

It was a miracle the apartment was only fifteen minutes away. As Taejoon got out of the car, it occurred to him that your mom could have given you the heads up. He’d have to apply a little pressure on you to get this one with as quickly as possible. It was already close to noon. Time was ticking.

Taejoon knocked on the door and waited. There was shuffling behind the door before a young woman’s voice called out. “Who is it?”

“I’m looking for Ms. _____.” He answered, checking his watch and taking a mental note of when the conversation started.

“That doesn’t tell me who you are.” Footsteps retreated from the door and he bit back a curse.

He had a feeling you were the one he was looking for. You sounded like a younger version of your mother with the same level of attitude. Given how empty the parking lot was, it was reasonable to assume that you were home alone. “I’m here on behalf of JYP Entertainment and SeoulMates LLC. It’s my understanding you’ve been in contact with one of the members of GOT7.”

There was a blissful moment of silence before the footsteps came back to the door. The lock on the door clicked before it cracked open. You peeked out and eyed him warily. “Maybe…?”

“Good morning.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It was unnerving to see him look empty inside. “I’d like you to come with me. I need you to sign a few documents.”

“What for?” You squinted suspiciously.

“I need reassurance you won’t do anything to tarnish the group’s reputation. I have a non-disclosure agreement and a few other agreements I’d like to go over with you with the group present. Just so everyone’s on the same page.”

“I can sign the agreement thingy here. I don’t need to be with them to do that, do I?” You shook your head. “No offense, but for all I know, you could be a hitman or something.”

“No offense,” Taejoon chuckled, but it came off as more of a scoff, “but you’re not worth the time or energy. Before I left, a few of them had concerns that I’d…misrepresent their wishes and damage their relationship with you. I’ve been asked to have you sign the documents in their presence.”

“And if I don’t want to go?”

He smiled knowingly and said, “I can’t make you come with us. However, if I don’t return with you, Jackson will assume I’ve made you sign the documents, anyway. It isn’t likely he’ll believe either of us when we tell him otherwise, and he’ll want to see you in person.”

You jerked back as if he’d hit you. “But isn’t he on his way to LA?”

“Everything’s on hold until we get this matter settled.” Taejoon checked his watch again. “And every second we waste delays the promotion schedule, costing us thousands. And besides, would you have Jackson risk their image again just for you? You could make this easier on everyone involved.”

You stared at him. It was entirely possible he was lying. That’s the one thing lawyers got paid to do. But what if he wasn’t? What if Jackson was waiting for you to show up? Just the thought of that beagle pouting made you sigh. It’d be the perfect way to make it clear you were okay with things being this way. You’d do your best to ignore Jinyoung if you crossed paths. You really fucking hoped you wouldn’t.

“Fucking hell.” You groaned. “Let me get my stuff.”

The hotel was every bit as opulent as you expected. Here you were in jeans and house shoes, while everyone else sported suits and dazzling diamonds. You wanted to crawl back into bed and hide. Never have you felt so out of your element. You could feel the stares and disgust with your “kind” wandering in behind a snazzy suit and his minions.

They stepped onto an elevator, which was surprising. You thought you’d be going to a conference room. You slowed down and hesitated. One of the assistants held the door open with his hand. Taejoon quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Yes?” Annoyed. He was annoyed with you.

“Why are we going up? Isn’t there a conference room down here?”

He huffed. “They preferred an informal setting. Didn’t want to ‘spook’ you. Jackson, in particular, believes you’ll feel better in a casual setting. Something about a coffee shop?”

Of course he did. You begrudgingly stepped onto the elevator, keeping your back to the doors and facing the strangers. Now would be the perfect place to drug you and drag your body off to be dumped somewhere. Not on your watch. If these bitches were going to try anything, you were going to give them the fight of their lives. Nobody commented on it and it relaxed you just a bit.

The doors dinged, and you stepped back out into the hall, just barely catching a blur of motion out of the corner of your eye. Heavy hands gripped your shoulders and kept you from retreating anymore.

“Well, hello there.” The voice was velvety, warm and soft in your ear.

You looked over your shoulder and saw Yugyeom’s shy grin. “Yugyeom?”

His grin widened at the recognition and he pulled you close, squeezing you a little as he hugged you. “It’s great to finally meet you. Jackson’s always bragging about you.” He snuggled his face against the top of your head as the lawyer and his goonies stepped around you two.

“This may not be the best place for displays of affection.” 

Yugyeom inhaled deeply but let go, leveling a glare at the lawyer. “I’m just saying hi.” His arm curled around your shoulders and he turned away from the elevator. As you headed towards the room, you realized how comfortable you were with him being so close to you. You were aware that you should have some space between you two, but he looked content and it honestly pleased you to see him happy.

When you heard hotel room, you initially pictured the traditional two beds and a window with some stuff sprinkled throughout the room. You should have known better. It had a king-sized bed with a small kitchen.

The guys were sprawled out in various places. Mark and BamBam were on the couch watching cartoons. Jaebeom and Jinyoung were having a heated discussion, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out about what with the way Jinyoung glared at you. You gave him your best fuck you sneer and kept going. Jackson sprung up from a chair he’d stationed near the door and engulfed you in the warmest hug you’d ever gotten in the morning. Sorry, Yugyeom.

“You came.” Jackson whispered after a sigh of relief. Did he think you weren’t going to?

You didn’t see Youngjae until you heard a polite “excuse me” after a toilet flushed behind you. You jumped out of his way and he passed by. His hand grazed your bare arm and his pace slowed, but he kept going. Once everyone was seated and the lawyer had their attention, he opened a black folio and laid out papers on a desk beside you.

“I’ve already introduced myself, but just so there aren’t any complaints, I’ll do it again. My name is Taejoon Jeon and I represent JYP Entertainment. I’m here on behalf of Mr. Park—”

“Not me.” Jinyoung threw in.

“But you called him, so he might as well.” Yugyeom scoffed, gesturing to Mr. Jeon to continue.

“Ah, yes. Mr. Park would like you to sign a non-disclosure agreement as well as a formal agreement about your interaction with the group while the SeoulMate company investigates the matter and sorts it out.”

“Investigate?” Jackson sat up straight. “That implies someone’s possibly committed a crime.”

Mr. Jeon looked at you, then back at Jackson. “It’s possible the data could have been tampered with or falsified. Because of the unique nature of the situation, an investigation is needed to protect all parties involved.”

“So, what you’re saying is that someone suspects I’ve rigged this whole situation, and this document is so that you can ‘find’ something and pin it on me to save your asses from lawsuits?”

The lawyer didn’t answer.

“_____ wouldn’t do something like that.” Jackson frowned. “Do you realize what kind of resources she’d have to have access to? The knowledge of the tech that she can’t possibly have gotten, even if she stole it from Chahong himself? This is ridiculous.”

“I agree,” Yugyeom held his hand up. “I can’t see her doing it with her lifestyle. She works a lot and goes to school. When would she have the time?” Youngjae nodded.

How did he know your schedule? The look on your face must have betrayed your thoughts, because Jackson had the grace to duck his head when you looked at him. How much did they know about you? Is that why Yugyeom was so friendly with you in the hallway?

“Then it wouldn’t hurt to conduct an investigation. It would clear her name and keep her out of the media should the news get out. It’s as much for her protection as it is for our own.”

“Sitting right here.” You held a hand up. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not sitting here watching the words come out of your mouth.”

“I apologize.” He grit out. “The investigation is to protect everyone and eliminate a possible cause.” He pushed a group of papers towards you. “This is the suggested rules and procedures we’d like you to follow.”

You picked it up and immediately scoffed at number one. “‘All contact goes through the group’s manager, Seungjoon’?”

The room erupted with protests.

“Why? That’s a violation of privacy!” Jackson stood up. Yugyeom tugged him back down into the chair and rubbed his shoulder.

“Do you realize the position and power she has?” Jinyoung jumped in. “What’s stopping her from trying to blackmail us with this?” You threw your hands up, not bothering to correct him, knowing it’d just add to the arguing.

“If she wanted to blackmail us, she would have done so by now, not go on coffee dates.” Youngjae shook his head.

“It was a date?” Yugyeom looked at you, wounded. “He said he was just apologizing. Did you kiss him?”

“Now isn’t the time—” Mr. Jeon tried to get their attention, but it was a lost cause. Jackson and Yugyeom were discussing the non-existent date and fictional kiss, while Youngjae and Jinyoung debated over whether you were diabolical enough to hurt Coco.

BamBam’s phone went off and he answered it, resulting in Jaebeom trying to get him to hang up. “This is important!”

BamBam stretched to keep the phone out of reach. “I’m trying to finalize a design for my clothing line!”

“How in the hell do you do that over the fucking phone?”

“It’s called talent.” BamBam let out a yelp as Jaebeom grabbed a pillow and held it down over his face.

It was chaos. It was GOT7. Did you really want to be a part of this? …Nope.

You picked up the pen and scribbled your name on the line marked with a big black X. The room went quiet as they processed what had just happened, then Jackson snatched up the contract.

“Jackson!” You reached for it. You weren’t done. There were more x’s on the back that needed your initials. “Give it back.”

“You’re not signing this! It’s bullshit!” He held it up above your head.

“It’s fine! It isn’t like I want anything from any of you! If this means I can go home, give it back!”

Jackson narrowed his eyes at you and pulled the ultimate petty move. He balled the paper up and shoved it into his mouth. “Now no one can sign it.”

“Are you mental?” You put the pen down on the desk and looked at Mr. Jeon. “How long would it take to print off another one?”

“It’d be a quick walk to the office downstairs. They let me print the first one.”

“She’s not signing it!” Jackson yelled after spitting out the paper, pulling you to his chest and squeezing the life out of you. “I won’t let you bully her like this!”

“No one’s bullying her, you idiot,” Jinyoung pulled on the back of his shirt. “She wants to sign it!”

“Because he’s telling her half-truths!”

That made you stop. “What do you mean, half-truths?” You looked at the lawyer and he looked at Mark, of all people.

Mr. Jeon then glared at Jackson before he coughed into his fist. “Well, the truth is that it leaves you unprotected, should something happen.” Jinyoung let go of Jackson, and everyone turned their attention to him. “If the information were to get out, under this contract, JYP Entertainment or SeoulMates LLC wouldn’t be liable for any damages.”

“Meaning they wouldn’t do anything to protect you from the fans or media,” Yugyeom spoke up. “That isn’t fair.”

“It’s because they think she might have something to do with this, isn’t it?” Jackson turned on Mr. Jeon.

He shrugged and nodded. “Again, we don’t know anything at this point. But it isn’t like we have a reason to trust her—”

“I’ll be able to handle myself.” You spoke over them. Jackson shook his head, and you held up your hand to stop him. “I’ll be fine. I’ll lie low and keep to myself, like I always do.”

His shoulders sagged. “_____, you don’t have to put on a tough face for us.”

You picked up the wet paper and put it on the desk. “I’m not. I just don’t want to uproot my life here by getting involved with yours. As long as I'm left alone, I'm okay with the restrictions and demands.”

There was a brief moment of silence before it was broken. “I don’t think you should sign it.”

You looked at Youngjae as if he’d grown another head. “What?”

He shrugged and looked down at his hands. “I’ve seen what the fans can do—the saesangs in particular—and I feel bad about leaving you vulnerable to them. The media will at least abide by the law, but those banshees are ruthless.”

You’d heard the horror stories. The idea of even one of them coming at you with their insanity made you rethink it. “…Can we amend it then so that if something does happen, I’ll be able to get some help? It’s more for my family than for myself. I don’t want them to be targeted because of something I did.”

“You didn’t do anything.” Jackson stepped in front of you and grabbed your hands. “Don’t blame yourself for this.”

You knew he was right. You were very much a victim of circumstance. There was only so much in your control, and if you weren’t careful, you’d find yourself spiraling into hopelessness. You took a deep breath and leveled what you hoped was a look of confidence at Jackson. “Okay, so we amend the contract. As long as I have some sort of protection, I can sign it and go home, right?”

He grimaced, unable to look at you. “_____, please…”

“Jackson, we’ve talked about this.” You wanted to hug him, comfort him somehow, but instead you wrapped your arms around your body. “I can’t. And even if I could, no one wants me here but you. It’s unfair to force my presence on them, especially under these circumstances. What do you want me to do?”

Jackson continued staring at his feet, eyes blinking rapidly as he barely nodded in understanding. His lips parted, but it wasn’t his voice that spoke out. “I want you here.” Yugyeom smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His gaze flickered to Jaebeom, then back to you as he fought to sit still. “I…” He exhaled slowly. “That first night when my SeoulMate went off, I was happy. I was excited that there was someone out there for me. Even when I found out I wasn’t the only one, that it was a glitch, I still felt happy.” Yugyeom looked at you. “Seeing how happy hyung is made me wonder if it’s more than a coincidence. Have you seen your user ID?”

“I’ve seen it,” BamBam mumbled. “That’s what convinced me it wasn’t real. Our debut date? Come on. Too easy.”

“We’ve already said that she doesn’t have the things needed to tamper with the data, though.” Youngjae frowned. “I’ve heard Jackson’s conversations with her. Either she’s a great actress, or she’s just as much of a victim as we are.”

“We’re not victims.” Jackson cut in, tone hard as steel. “We made a bad decision, yes. But we’re not victims.”

“So, what,” Jinyoung rubbed his eyes, “you think we owe her something? You’re suddenly gonna risk it all to ‘make it right?’ That doesn’t make sense. If this gets out, we’re jeopardizing more than just our career! What about our staff, friends and families? The fallout alone will put everyone we know and love in danger of a tarnished reputation by association!”

“Won’t that happen if the company doesn’t figure out what caused the glitch?” Yugyeom shrugged. “I mean, think about it. Imagine this happens again, to other people. People are quick to judge and the media will make wild stories about how we promoted a faulty product.”

“He’s right!” Youngjae smiled for the first time since the conversation started. “I read the article in Time Magazine. The devices have high accuracy with readings but they’re not 100%. But the original scanners at the headquarters are.”

“Yeah, but again, we can’t just trust her.” Jinyoung was close to pulling his hair out.

“I agree.” Mark shifted in his seat. “We’d be giving her a lot of opportunities and material for blackmail.”

“She won’t do that.” Jackson insisted, taking a step closer to you. “You gotta give her a chance. I know we’ve dealt with a lot and met some shady people, but she isn’t like that.”

“Because you’ve known her all your life?” BamBam asked with a smirk.

“Feels like it,” Jackson answered earnestly. “Look. I trust her. Can that be enough for now?”

Jinyoung started to object when Taejoon cut in. “It isn’t up to you and you know it. I’ll go get the revised agreements. She’ll sign them and then she goes home.” He left the room before anyone could object.

Well, that was that then. You turned to Jackson, who was staring at Jinyoung, jaw clenched. You couldn’t think of anything to say. Wasn’t it supposed to turn out this way? Why did you feel sad?

Jaebeom got to his feet and put his hands on his hips as he paced. “Why am I always in this position?” He muttered. The somber mood in the room lifted as heads snapped towards him, eyes watching him with eagerness or apprehension. “Okay, so,” he pointed to Jinyoung, “your complaint is she’s not trustworthy. And you,” he pointed to Jackson, “believe that if we got to know her, we wouldn’t have to worry about that.”

“Jae, no.” Mark’s eyes widened.

He continued. “We can’t get to know her if she’s here while we’re on the road—”

“FaceTime is a thing. He’s been calling her, so why can’t that continue?” BamBam gestured wildly.

“—and if we need to go the headquarters anyway, Youngjae’s right, having her with us will help speed the process up.”

Everyone turned back to you expectantly. You wiped your clammy palms on your pants. “What?”

“Will you come with us?” Jaebeom asked. The gentle authority in his voice sent a tingle down your spine and you hoped no one noticed it. Be strong, girl. Be strong.

“I really can’t.” You bit your lip. “I have school and work that I can’t just take off for.” You gestured to Jackson. “I’ve told him this. Didn’t he tell you?”

Jaebeom cut his eyes at Jackson. “He’s been keeping a few things to himself lately.”

“I was gonna tell you, I swear!” Jackson pouted, unable to bring himself to look at Jaebeom.

“Yeah, so that’s a no for me.” You shrugged.

“Do you take the classes online?” Jaebeom sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms.

“I...uh, no. In-person.”

“Do they offer online? You could switch for the time being.”

Well, shit. “They do, but I’m not sure how much or even if it costs anything to do that.”

“You can call and find out while we wait!” Jackson added, then did his best to avoid Jaebeom’s glare. A quick call to the admissions office confirmed that online classes were a thing that didn’t cost to switch in your “emergency.” Lucky you.

“Okay, but I won’t be able to take off from work. It’d take a miracle.”

“Won’t know until you call.” Jackson grinned as he nudged you. Against your better judgment, you called your job. The friendlier supervisor picked up and was more than happy to give you a few days off—no more than a week—since they were training a new hire. Hallelujah. “See?”

“This is all unreal. The stars are literally aligning for this.” You pocketed your phone in disbelief. You were sure you’d get a phone call back from work revoking that shit. “There’s still the expenses.”

“Here we go,” Jinyoung muttered with an eye roll.

You opened your mouth to shut the whole thing down, but Jackson’s hand firmly covered your mouth. “Nope. Ignore him. He thrives on attention. Just let it go. No, no. Cussing him out won’t make it better.”

You sighed and nodded and Jackson let you go. “I’ll come.” Jackson, Yugyeom, and Youngjae broke out in loud cheers. “But!” You called out over them. “But once we figure out who’s my soulmate, I get to go back home.”

“Deal.” Jaebeom leaned over, took his hand out of his pocket, and offered it to you. “We’ll go over the finer details before we pack up and catch our flight.”

You nodded and took his hand, unprepared for the jolt that traveled through you at his touch. If he felt it too, he didn’t let on.

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Mark Tuan's Future Partner/Soulmate

Date read and posted: October 11th, 2020

So I've been really curious about this one since I got it, everyone always says it's another Virgo or someone just like him. My cards always give me the most interesting answers, let's hope they do it again 🥰

*DISCLAIMER: readings concerning kpop/celebrities/musicians/YouTubers are just for fun and hold no fact.*

What's their current energy?

The Chariot, King of Wands, The Hermit, Ace of Swords, 5 of Pentacles

They're currently going through a new journey in their life. They've had to make a quick decision and stick with it. I get the feeling this wasn't something they wanted to do, but was the only option they had available for them. It feels almost like a break up, but I don't think they were really dating. They know they need this time alone to reflect and really get an understanding of what they want, but it feels bittersweet. This person feels like they could've easily learned these lessons even with someone by their side. They're getting better though and learning more about how their previous actions were hurting them.

What does Mark like about them?

Knight of Pentacles, The World, The Emperor, 6 of Swords, 3 of Pentacles and Strength for bottom deck energy.

Mark really likes that they're always there when needed. Whenever something goes wrong they're quick to point out the good things to look forward to. They love traveling just like he does, so he has someone to go on trips with. Always exploring new places together and I get the feeling that this person has a lot they want to show him. So fucking stable, holy sh*t, they're with him, supporting him and just being there for him whenever he needs them. There's not one moment he can think of when they haven't caught the ball. This person is quick to bring Mark away from negative thoughts and experiences. He really appreciates how they kinda steer him towards the rainbow every time it rains. Just like, yeah, we're soaked and it's fucking pouring, but damn if that double rainbow isn't so pretty and vibrant. He loves how well they work together and how hardworking they are. He's seen them work before and how invested they are, no one is doing it better than they are. Over literally everything though, he loves their strength. This person has been through a lot and because of that they're great at holding the fort down. He doesn't have to worry about taking care of them after a rough day, they do it on their own.

What do they look like?

Here and Now rx, New Life, By The Book, Happy Happy and Building Blocks for bottom deck energy.

Green eyes, or possibly hazel. Their hair is long, dark brown or like an auburn red. I'll say maybe shoulder blade length hair if not really long. This is a definite foreigner! I'm seeing a poc too 🥺 This person could be mixed or just a different nationality from him, but they're stunning and he loves them for it. They wear a lot of neutral/warm tones, it compliments their skin tone.

How do they work together?

Pillar of Light, The Initiation, Play, Leap and Align Your Life for bottom deck energy.

They help each other to be better versions of themselves. Constantly pushing each other to be better and do better. They go through so many difficult things together and come out stronger knowing they didn't have to do it alone. Together they face their inner demons and work on improving them. They help him be more playful 🥺 constantly goofing off together and letting out their inner child. They're so cute stop it 😭 Together they take risks they normally wouldn't take alone. Striving to get through anything so long as they have each other. Both of them are always working to improve their lives and how to balance everything out. Leave it to Mark to find someone who has high expectations of themselves like he does 😅

[idolsastrology]

GOT7 & Their Soulmates

It's time for GOT7 and their Juno signs! I already did this with other groups. I will take a look at each members Juno sign which tells us about our soulmate/life partner. I will be focusing just on the sign, because I don't know everyones birth time, so I can't focus on the houses.

Aries Juno 🌸 YOUNGJAE

Juno in Aries points to an assertive and competitive soulmate who is very independent and often quite stubborn. Youngjae wants a person who is a natural born leader and is willing to fight for him. These people are usually confident, strong, dominant and most importantly passionate about their goals.

Gemini Juno 🌸 BAMBAM

Bambam's soulmate could be described as witty, intellectual, sociable and talkative. He wants someone who he can have fulfilling conversations with and build a relationship communication is no problem. His soulmate definitely needs to have a great sense of humor and be able to adapt to any situation quickly. 

Virgo Juno 🌸 MARK

Virgo is all about being structured and organized. Mark's soulmate for sure embodies that. This person is also strongly supportive and shows their love mostly through their actions. Mark wants to build a relationship on strong foundations, so his soulmate needs to be attentive and try to work towards a harmonious partnership!

Libra Juno 🌸 JAEBUM & JACKSON

Libra is such a lovely sign! It is ruled by Venus - the planet of love, so it safe to say that these two guys want someone romantic, loving and sweet. Their soulmate is most likely a harmonious, well-balanced person who seeks peace in all situations. They are gentle, kind and enjoy affection + traditional displays of love, so candlelit dinners and roses!

Scorpio Juno 🌸 JINYOUNG & YUGYEOM

I am not at all surprised that these two have their Juno in Scorpio lol. Scorpio is all about intensity, passion, sex, deep trust and loyalty. That's what they expect from a relationship, they want the time with their soulmates to be transforming and life changing. Jinyoung and Yugyeom can probably get jealous easily, so a devoted partner is a must.

[supgot7]

jinyoung: dont u dare act a fool when we leave the house

jaebeom,acting a fool 2secs after leaving the house: