#park jinyoung drabble

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

got7 as supermarket cashiers:

jaebeom: glares at the customers if they distract him while working. is never at the checkout counter cause he has to do the manager's job as well

mark: works at his own pace and time. give discounts to customers if they have a cute pet

jackson: knows the names of all the regular customers. WILL nag them to take better care of themselves

jinyoung: gets pocket money from all the aunties and grandmothers that come to the store. rub's that in everyone's face.

youngjae: has headphones in his ears 24/7. gets nervous when he has to check out a long line

bambam: 'borrows' gum and makeup samples from the store. leaves the cash register open to bother yugyeom

yugyeom: cries once a week when customers (or jinyoung) yell at him for being slow

[kpoptrashshipsposts]

GOT7 Reactions II How They'd React When Jealous

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JAEBEOM: Scenario - You're laughing a little too much at another guys joke.

He'd pretend to be unbothered, but his jaw would clench slightly as he casually spoke to whoever had his attention at the time, keeping his eye on you and casually crossing his arms. Later, he'd come over and drape an arm around your shoulder or wrap it around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Having fun?" he'd whisper coolly, his grip tightening slightly on you as if to silently signalise to you he was annoyed.

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MARK: Scenario: Someone keeps texting you, and you’re laughing while replying.

He'd go really silent beside you, but every now and again you'd notice him glancing over at your phone biting his lip a little anxiously. He wouldn't be up front and ask you directly, but later he'd reach his limit and steal your phone off of you playfully and tease. "Nah, who's got you smiling like that?!"

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JINYOUNG: Scenario: You keep mentioning how cool someone else is.

He'd raise an eyebrow and give a fake dead-panned laugh. "Oh yeah, he really is so cool." He'd try to act unbothered but be unable to stop his sarcastic remarks. Later, he'd pull you aside to whisper into your ear, "You act a little too interested in him." He'd pull back and give you a warning look before pulling you in for a kiss.

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JACKSON: Scenario: A random guy puts his arm around your shoulder while talking to you.

"Hell, no. No. Nope!" Jackson would physically insert himself almost immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist. He'd give the guy the biggest (and fakest) smile he could manage, not wanting to start an argument, but his eyes would be a dead give away to his annoyance. "Hey man! Whats up?" The guy would be gone in seconds.

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YOUNGJAE: Scenario: You’re playfully chatting with a guy friend in front of him.

He'd laugh along with the both of you, seemingly unphased by the interaction. But the moment you look away he'd stand there and give the guy a long, unreadable stare. Once the guy leaves he'd act a little out of it for a while until you pick up on his change in attitude, only then would he timidly ask, "You're not into him or anything, right? He seemed a little too playful."

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BAMBAM: Scenario: Someone compliments your outfit and lingers too long in conversation.

He'd screw up his face and fake laugh as his hand tightens on yours, he dramatically pulls you away. "Haha! Woah! So cool!" Later, he'd whine at you, making a point to comment on the guys fashion sense. "He had no idea what he was talking about, did you see the shoes he was wearing, gross. Surely you think I'm more stylish than him? Right?"

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YUGYEOM: Scenario: You’re fangirling over another male idol in front of him.

He'd try to brush it off and not let it bother him, but soon it would start to annoy him and he'd begin to start openly flex in front of you, showing off. He'd begin to dance and show off his skills until you start giggling at his over the top actions. He'd dramatically put his hands on his hips, "I'm cool too, yknow..."

[consume-cs]

free fall (03) ◯○ soft launch with jinyoung

• • 🏷️ flashing lights

soft launch. park jinyoung. got7 content. these photos are not mine.

xoxo girl💋...

© consume_cs

[kpopimaginings]

"It's not worth it" - Jinyoung

You knew this would happen. You and Jinyoung had recently announced your relationship to the GOT7 boys. Part of the reason you had kept it quiet early on was because you knew there would be teasing. You could have also predicted that BamBam and Jackson were going to be the main perpetrators.

You were out for a group dinner for the first time since they found out and the teasing started immediately. You honestly weren't too bothered by it, but you noticed Jinyoung's clenched jaw as he glared at the members who were talking. You took his hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze, trying to silently tell him to let it go.

Once the food came out, things quietened down for a moment.

"Don't let them get to you," you whispered to Jinyoung.

He just nodded in acknowledgment, but you knew he hadn't really taken your comment to heart.

As you finished eating, you took Jinyoung's hand again and shot him a little smile.

"Ah, look at you two all loved up," BamBam started again.

"Cut back on the PDA though," Jackson added.

You rolled your eyes at the comment, but once again Jinyoung couldn't let it slide.

"We looked at each other. How is that PDA?"

"Relax, Jinyoung-ie," Jackson told him, before turning to you. "Are you sure about him? He's a bit uptight!"

You bit your lip to keep yourself from chuckling and further annoying your boyfriend.

Then, you jumped slightly as Jinyoung brought his hand down on the table.

"Jinyoung!" you scolded.

"What was the one thing I asked of you, Jackson?" he snapped, ignoring your interjection.

Jackson stared blankly at Jinyoung.

"All I said was don't tease Y/n," he continued. "You can wind me up all you like but when she's around, you knock it off."

"But she's our friend too," Jackson pointed out.

"Yeah, she's used to us, she knows what we're like," BamBam added.

You were about to agree with them, when Jinyoung  spoke again.

"I'm crazy about Y/n, ok? The last thing I want is you idiots scaring her off."

"Jinyoung-ie, that's so sweet," you said, your voice now softer, "And I'm very pleased you want me to stick around, but the boys are right, I've known them for long enough that I expected this. A little teasing among friends isn't going to make me leave."

"Ok, but-"

"No, it's not worth it. I want to be with you, and Jackson and BamBam being littles shits isn't going to change that."

Jinyoung couldn't help but smile and chuckle as the troublemakers complained at your choice of words. Smiling back, you leant in and pecked a soft kiss to his lips.

It surprised you somewhat when the resulting 'Ew' came from Yugyeom.

"Don't you start," you told him with a smile, before resting your head on Jinyoung's shoulder while you waited for desert.

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

[e3ellie]

THIS IS SO WHOLESOME 😭 I MISS PARK JINYOUNG SO MUCH 😭

stare into each other’s eyes for at least three minutes.

a UV Davis study showed that when couples gazed into each other’s eyes, their heart rates synchronized.

Distracting Jinyoung from his book had always been one of the most tiring and fruitless efforts you give in your relationship. He was almost the perfect boyfriend — caring, affectionate, witty, calm, attractive, trustworthy, loyal and all that — but a good book (which is probably every book he reads) is enough to make him closed off and oblivious to everything else. Including you.

You try to take the book away from him again but his grip on it was strong. “Be careful,” he says without a glance at you, “or you might just tear it and have to buy me another one.”

“I just need three minutes of your time,” you say for the nth time that afternoon. “Please?”

“One more chapter,” he says, and you take the opportunity to roll your eyes at him.

“Translation,” you say in a robotic voice, “after I finish reading, only then will I spare you a bit of my attention, peasant.”

“You didn’t need to call yourself that,” he says softly. Jinyoung takes a deep breath and closes his book. “Don’t ever insult yourself like that. You’re a princess.”

“I’ll insult myself every time you pay more attention to your book,” you sulk, “because it seems like I’m lacking and that book is far better than me.”

“You aren’t lacking anything,” he says guiltily, a pout on his face, “and you have my attention now.”

“I wanted your attention earlier.”

“Later is better than never, right?” he places a hand on your thigh in a gesture that must have meant to comfort you. You keep your arms crossed.

“Did you learn that from your book? Huh?”

“I learned it when I confessed my feelings for you,” he says gently, and both of you noticed you soften after that.

You uncross your arms slowly and face him with a small smile on your face. “I want to try something.”

“What do you have in mind?” he asks unsurely, taking note of the way your finger stayed under his chin after you tilted him to look at you.

“I read something earlier,” you start, “and it said a study found that the heart beats of couples synchronize when they look at each other for at least three minutes.”

“Are you asking me for a very intense staring contest?”

“Yes,” you chuckle before taking him by the wrist and looking for the pulse point there. You put two fingers over it once you felt it and you hold out your arm for him to do the same. “Only, this staring contest also requires attentiveness to our pulse.”

“I’m ready whenever you are,” he whispers. You look at your boyfriend, who had his eyes closed and looking at peace, waiting for you. You hope your heart wasn’t beating faster as you think of him, because he was monitoring it.

You close your eyes and count to three.

Neither of you is late to open your eyes, immediately locking eyes with the other. There is no sound, no distraction, nothing except the two of you in that moment.

“One,” you hear him whisper. It takes you two more counts until you realize he’s counting along with the pulse. A smile appears on your face briefly before you count with him.

It took some time for your hearts to beat in sync, but at least it did.

You pull away in surprise, delight and satisfaction brightening your features. “We did it?” You look at him for confirmation and he nods. “We did it!” you exclaim again, and he laughs at your childish way of stretching your arms in victory.

“Did you really need to do that?” he asks, unfazed by your joy and remaining calm.

You stop your mini celebration to shoot him a glare and say, “I’m sorry. You can go back to reading your precious book now.”

You huff to end your performance and stand up, about to walk back to your room when he suddenly took your hand. “You know,” he starts, “you didn’t need to do that. My heart is always beating in sync with yours.”

You turn to face him, a remark on the tip of your tongue when he continues, “Because we match.”

“That’s so cheesy,” you say, rolling your eyes as you lost the motivation to act angry at him.

“You love it though,” he says with a knowing look before releasing you and resuming his earlier position. He picks up his book and holds it in one hand while his free one pats the space beside him.

No words need to be said for you to assume the spot, your legs up and folded on the couch with your head resting on his shoulder. You see the corner of his lips move to a small smile and you do the same, content and knowing that your hearts are still beating in sync with each other. Because you match.

[slytherinshua]

DECKS THE HALLS : slytherinshua's holiday/3000 follower event.

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note : so we are not quite at 3000 followers yet BUT we are 19 away as i type this (now officially surpassed 3k!!!!!!!!), so i decided to just post this event not as a joint holiday and milestone celebration because i'm super excited about this !! thank you so much for 3k, i love every single one of you and hope that you will enjoy participating in this event and reading the fics that come out of it 🥹🥹🥹

rules : pick 1 idol from the list below along with 1 prompt. the idol list is organized in group name alphabetical order for easy navigation. after you have picked your idol and prompt, send in an ask with your request (ex. taehyun with #1, fresh flowers). i will cross off both lists as the requests fill up (no duplicate idols or prompts will be accepted, and no requests with multiple prompts listed will be accepted). a drabble will be written for as many requests as i can handle. you are welcome to send in multiple requests, but be aware that not all may be able to be completed. (i would appreciate if second requests be sent in a separate ask from the first ones so it's easy to keep track of). with all that being said, thank you so much for 3000 followers i love you all <3

disclaimer : there may not be every idol from a group on the list. this is either because i don't feel as confident writing for them, or i'm simply not as inspired to write for them as other members. it is not because i love the member less than the others.

ampers&one - na kamden, choi jiho, mackiah mercer, or kim seungmo

astro - lee dongmin, park minhyuk, or yoon sanha

cix - kim yonghee, bae jinyoung, or yoon hyunsuk

lucy - shin yechan, choi sangyeop, jo wonsang, or shin gwangil

mcnd - song minjae, no huijun, or bang junhyuk

nct wish - oh sion or kim daeyoung

nomad - hong doeui, shin kangsu, or jeong junho

onf - kim hyojin, lee changyun, lee seungjun, shim jaeyoung, park minkyun, or mizuguchi yuto

seventeen - wen junhui, jeon wonwoo, or xu minghao

sf9 - kim youngbin, lee jaeyoon, lee sanghyuk, baek juho, kim seokwoo, yoo taeyang or kim youngkyun

the boyz - kim younghoon, jacob bae, kevin moon, or choi chanhee

tomorrow x together - choi yeonjun, kang taehyun, or hueningkai

tws - shin junghwan, han zhen, or han jihoon

verivery - lee dongheon, jo gyehyeon, ju yeonho, kim yongseung, or yoo kangmin

victon - han seungwoo, kang seungsik, lim sejun, choi byungchan, or jung subin

wayv - qian kun, ten lee, or liu yangyang

&team - koga yudai, byun euijoo, nakakita yuma, asakura jo, takayama riki, or hirota riki

1 - fresh flowers

2 - sprigs of lavender

3 - folded laundry

4 - crackling fireplace

5 - bright snow

6 - shining northern lights

7 - minty breath

8 - smudged lipstick

9 - matching rings

10 - pastel sundresses

11 - wet swimsuits

12 - hand-knitted hats

13 - ripped boxing gloves

14 - matching tattoos

15 - unspoken promises

16 - dry aged wine

17 - freshly brewed coffee

18 - burnt toast

19 - smooth piano keys

20 - tear stains on a pillow

21 - warmth of skin

22 - gleaming gemstones

23 - ointments and bandages

24 - scarred hands

25 - cuts and bruises

26 - a sharp sword

27 - a rusty dagger

28 - a torn dress

29 - a velvet suit

30 - a stolen jersey

31 - a scuffed motorcycle helmet

32 - a computer screen’s light reflected onto skin

33 - a closet under the stairs

34 - a comforting embrace

35 - a hand-written birthday card

36 - a spell unknowingly cast

37 - a secret heir to the throne

38 - a hot bullet

39 -a favour done in secret

40 - a flood of memories once forgotten

41 - a flushed face and breathless body

42 - a hint of perfume

43 - an empty basketball court lit by street lights

44 - soap suds slipping down one’s shoulder

45 - combing a hand through one’s hair

46 - arms clasped around one’s waist

47 - hands chilly from the cold

48 - thumbs running over one’s jawline

49 - rain running down a cold cheek

50 - knots worked out of one’s shoulder

51 - waking up from a bad dream

52 - huddling under one blanket together

completed fics :

1 - hueningkai + gleaming gemstones

2 - wonwoo + arms clasped around one's waist

3 - jun + thumbs running over one's jawline

4 - jo + bright snow

5 - sangyeop + scarred hands

6 - minghao + a scuffed motorcycle helmet

7 - euijoo + a stolen jersey

8 - yudai + rain running down a cold cheek

9 - kangmin + a hot bullet

10 - yangyang + matching tattoos

11 - mackiah + pastel sundresses

12 - kamden + a favour done in secret

13 - sion + waking up from a bad dream

14 - hanjin + ointments and bandages

15 - jinyoung + smudged lipstick

16 - jihoon + a comforting embrace

17 - sanha + hand knitted hat

18 - yeonjun + folded laundry

19 - yuto + warmth of skin

[houpss]

Lily's friends¡!

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

🧊–LEE TENSHI ¡! ✥

Okay, that was too obvious, BUT THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS. They've been friends since 2012, that's so long...

They were united by the fact that they were the only girls in a male group.

Tenshi is a very sweet "big sister".

Tenshi and Lily smells like lemon, sea and summer.

They are everywhere together, well, literally everywhere. The Sasaengs (yiwu) have a lot of photos of them together, as do the paparazzi.

Tenshi is so wise to Lily. 🥹

One is very active, and the other is calm.

They talk about each other publicly and actively support each other.

Tenshi literally went everywhere with Lily when Lily took rest. Tenshi did not leave her side (I will write a drabble about this)

Lily is very tactile with her, too much so.

Joint Live? YES. TikTok? YES.Songs? Maybe)

🧊–JEON JUNGKOOK¡! ✥

Her second best friend from BTS.

Jungkook as positive battery Lily.

ARMY often noticed her on Jungkook's live, but he was silent about her 😠

They starred in a commercial for Calvin Klein together.

Inappropriate fans believe that they are together.

Maybe they will record songs together???

Lily says her ideal type of man is Jungkook.

In difficult moments they are so comfortable with each other.

SHE LOVES HIS SONGS, SHE HAS THEM ON REPEAT 24/7.

Lily introduced Chan and Jungkook, now they are also friends.

Jungkook used to be very shy about Lily, but he is her first guy friend:((

Lily sometimes cooks for him, and he just fools around with her.

Frequently joke with each other on social media.

🧊–IM NAYEON¡! ✥

Friends from JYP!!

They are Park Jinyoung's main haters.

Lily daughter Nayeon)))

NAYEON IS SO GLAD THAT LILI IS HER CLOSE FRIEND, IT'S LITERALLY HAPPINESS NEARBY.

They fly together...anywhere, just travel when there is time.

Nayeon is a fan of SKZ 😈

Nayeon forces Lily to be friends and communicate with her plush bunny...

Nayeon is literally the sun and Lily is the moon.

They have lunch together in company.

Lily was ready to kill the leadership of JYP, when Nayeon's stalker became known.

🧊–SONG MINGI¡!✥

MY GOD.. HER BUN, HER BUNNY, HER CUTEST AND LITTLE BOY 🥺🥺🥺

LILY AND MINGI ARE LITERALLY SOULMATES AND THEY ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST.

Dispatch released statements about their relationship, but the company only said that they were very close friends.

In the summer they organize a fight against insects, and the pothos themselves run away from them.

Okay...they're having a drink whiskey together.

They became even closer during Kingdom!

Lily is Ateez's biggest fan and especially Mingi!

Mingi and Lily are very loud with each other, that can't be changed.

They've known each other for over 12 years!!

Lily taught Mingi to speak Russian for fun, but he does it very clumsily.

They are so supportive of each other and care so much :(((

🧊–Lily's other friends:

–Yeji and Chaeryeong (ITZY)

–Lily (NMIXX)

–Jake, Jungwon and Sunghoon (ENHYPEN)

–Karina and Winter (AESPA)

–Hwasa

–Lalisa Manoban (BLACKPINK)

–Soomin (STAYC)

–Keeho (P1HARMONY)

–Beomgyu (TXT)

–Yunjin and Eunchae (LE SSERAFIM)

–Ricky (ZB1)

–Dami (Dreamcatcher)

–Vernon (Seventeen)

–Soyeon and Minnie ((G)I-DLE)

–Kim Taehyung (BTS)

[hwangyeonjun]

[ 4:16 pm ]

“i want to take every single one of these puppies home” you pouted looking at all of those hopeful eyes and loud barks directed to you.

“i know baby, but let’s settle with one first, okay?” jinyoung patted your back softly, guiding you through the shelter.

ever since you two moved in together four months ago, you didn’t stop whining about getting a dog and today, finally, jinyoung gave in and brought you to the dog shelter.

yet, he didn’t prepare for the fact that you’re going to try taking every single dog that is in here and it’s really hard for him to say no to you.

“oh my god, look. he’s so cute” you cooed, crouching down in front of a puppy. “look, he likes me”

jinyoung smiled when the dog jumped on your lap and immediately started to lick your face. he could clearly see that you’re not going to let this dog go, so he lowered himself down to your level to pat the dog as well.

you both sat down on the floor and played with the puppy for a while, until a shelter’s worker came to you with a smile on her face and documents in her hands.

“is it a wrong guess that you will be taking this little cutie home today?”

“we will, and we should do it quickly before she sees another one” jinyoung chuckled and stood up, taking the documents into his own hands and signed it.

he helped you stand up and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. “well, this is the start of our little family”

[for-ahgase-army-stay-moa-engene]

"I will always protect you"

Your boyfriend Jinyoung gets molested because of his feminine clothing and you protect him but the situation escalates and doesn't end good for you. Your boyfriend is there to take care of you afterwards though.

You and your boyfriend walk along a river, the sun shining brightly. Not far away from you, you see a group of guys laughing at him. It's not the first time something like that happens. Jinyoung often wears clothes that the society sees as not masculine, like today he wears hotpants and a pink croptop. As they walk past you one of them roughly pushes Jinyoung go the side and mumbles: "You little bitch can't even man up." You immediately become really mad. So you turn around and grab that guy by his shirt to pull him back. And before he can even say anything you slap him across his face. "You should man up you fucking idiot." He looks at you in rage and immediately reacts. He grabs your arm and squeezes it so tight that you know there will be marks and then his fist lands on your eye and you fall on the ground. "Bitch" While you're still in shock they walk away. Jinyoung, next to you, is about to follow them but you stop him. "It's alright." "It's not alright, he straight up punched you." "Whatever...let's just go home." You end up convincing him to let it go. As you arrive at home, your eye is already blue and swollen and the guy's handprint is clearly on your arm. As you feel a little dizzy you sit down on the couch. Jinyoung immediately brings you ice and painkillers. Then he gets a medical kit and carefully cleans the abrasions and your eye. It burns quite a lot and so you hiss. "Sorry y/n but it needs to be cleaned. I don't want it to be infected." For a second you feel his soft lips on your forehead to calm you down.

A few hours later you sit together on the couch, Jinyoung sitting between your legs, his head leaning against your chest. "Y/n...you know maybe I really should man up....I mean you were hurt just because of me looking the way I look....it's all my fault." He let's his head sadly hang down. "Hey, I don't want you to say anything like this ever again. I love you and just because they question your masculinity, you don't have to question it. They are the ones that need to change their way of viewing the world. You're perfect the way you are." He smiles happily, turns around and snuggles his face into your neck. "Thank you. And...I was actually so happy to see that you didn't hesitate one second to grab him after what he did." You press a firm kiss on his head. "Sure baby. I will always protect you."

(requested)

->Masterlist

[starsforbammie]

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You’re sitting at the kitchen table, the only sound was the ticking of the clock as you wait for your husband. The food was cold, the sky dark and still, no sign of Jinyoung.

He had sent a message that he was on his way home earlier, and you, his wife, finished setting the table for him. You knew he was going to come home hungry, he always did when he got out of the studio late. But he promised he was going to get out early today to join you and your son for dinner. And your husband always kept his promises. Well... maybe not the last few promises...

The jingling of keys replaced the silence, the front door opening. A sigh echoed across the living room, footsteps heading toward the stairs.

“Dinner is ready,”

Once again, silence returned but only for a brief moment. Jinyoung was caught off guard, making his way to the kitchen. “It’s 1 in the morning, why are you up?”

And that’s when he remembered. He promised to be here for dinner, that’s why he got out early today. You noticed how his eyes went wide in realization, your heel tapping the floor.

“Oh fuck... I’m so sorry, I completely-”

“Forgot? Yeah, I know,” You interrupted, standing up and smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles on the dress you wore. “You seem to forget a lot of things lately, Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung walked over to you, seeing you pick up your clean plate and cup, taking it to the sink. “You forgot dinner four times this month, you forgot to pick up our son from school seven times and you forgot our wedding anniversary last week.”

Jinyoung mentally winced, remembering that it was indeed your wedding anniversary last week. He continued watching how eerily calm you were as you washed your dishes, setting them to dry.

“Speaking of which, I forgot to give you my gift.” Jinyoung followed you as you walked to the table again, taking a black folder out from the chair. It was wrapped neatly with a bright red bow, the same red he loved seeing on you.

You stood in front of Jinyoung, setting the folder in his hands. It was light, Jinyoung hesitantly undoing the ribbon as he watched you. You waited patiently, eyes watching him closely as he let the ribbon fall and open the folder.

“Baby-”

“Happy anniversary, Jinyoung.”

The clicks of your heels faded as you left Jinyoung alone in the kitchen, divorce papers and the silence as his only company.

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

got7 as teachers 👨‍🏫🖍️:

mark as a math teacher -> • seems like a pushover but there was An Incident where a student made him mad enough it resulted in 3 expulsions, 8 suspensions, and a school-wide fear of him • assigns students that hate each other as seatmates so he can enjoy the drama • is a class favourite bc he doesn't yell at people for sleeping or eating during class

jaebeom as a literature teacher -> • comes into class with a mug full of coffee and spills some on students once a week • encourages students to form their own opinion and perspective on the books being taught • his assigned essays have no fixed length or format. go wild

jackson as a p.e. teacher -> • everyone's biggest cheerleader • flags down people randomly and gives life advice • is besties with the students and knows all the tea

jinyoung as a history teacher -> • teaches history as if he has a personal beef with every historical figure • if students annoy him too much, then they have to prepare themselves to be publicly humiliated. he will say something like, "history repeats itself, like how tony keeps picking his nose." • makes sure students understand the whys behind history and not just memorise it

youngjae as a music teacher -> • is the unofficial dictator of the whole school • the director of the annual school play and every year he rubs it in the face of other schools' drama teachers that his plays are the best in the whole district • everyone has a silent competition on who can make him laugh the loudest

bambam as a chemistry teacher -> • the school had to change their manual for lab safety bc of him • is a big fan of the application part of chemistry. every year he tries to find out how many times he can make things go boom 💥 • dresses like paris fashion week is his official dress code

yugyeom as a substitute teacher -> • gets pushed around by freshman • whenever he takes a class, the students cheer like it's a national holiday • is the director of the school performance team and the marching band and he runs both like a military boot camp

[kpopyourcherryy]

Territorial ~ (M)

Genre: Smut

Length: A fun little thing~

Kink(s): Primal(sorta), Daddy! Kink, teasing, oral, exhibitionism

Author's note: Hey babies this is my first piece in a while so feedback would be lovely, my inbox is always open!~

Jealousy was never his thing. He recalled past relationships where his girlfriend blatantly flirted with other guys in front of him to get some sort of rise out of him, but it never worked- he truly could careless.

Lately, he mentality seemed to shift. Being with you made him see so many things in a different perspective; and possessiveness seemed to be one.

He sat there beside you, as you were sandwiched between him and Mark- the three of you enjoying some random drama that he paid absolutely no attention to as he intently listened and watched the two of you. The two of you seemed closer lately, if you weren't with him, you seemed to always be with Mark.

As he thought about little things that have gone on here and there; you cancelling dinner with him to go pick up Mark from some bar, Mark wanting to be around you nearly all the time nowadays; you soft whines as your cringed at the cutesy scene shook him out of his thoughts.

Jinyoung turned, wanting to you see you looking up at him as you went to grab his arm or hand like you usually did during scenes like this, but instead you faced towards Mark; smacking his arm as you squealed. That's it.

"Y/n." Jinyoung suddenly said, his tone low and serious as he stood from the couch, "Let's go to the room, we need to talk."

You looked up at him, taken aback by his sudden sternness. "Uh.. why?" You softly replied, chuckling nervously towards the end as you felt Mark's gaze burn into your back.

Jinyoung reached down, swiftly grasping your hand- pulling you up from your spot, leading you to the bedroom.

"Why do you keep flirting with him like that?" He asked, semi-growling his words. "You know, y/n, I never gave a single fuck when someone I was seeing would flirt with someone else, I'd always just brush it off, but I can't do that with you."

You hurriedly followed close behind, *Wh-What are you talking about? Flirting???" You asked, "With who Mark? Do you really think that's what I'm doing?"

Jinyoung scoffed at your response, crossing his arms across his chest, staring you down with the deadliest gaze, "Maybe it is what I think you're doing, little one." He grumbled, "But I know for damn sure it's what he thinks you're doing. Your playful hits and touch, that's all going to send him in a frenzy of mixed signals you know that right?"

You stood there, silently in thought, unsure of what to say as he continued. "Because, I can tell you one thing right now babygirl, I see the way he looks at you- I see the way he changes when you touch him." Jinyoung began to pace in front of you, not taking his eyes off you for a single moment as he did- the only thing on his mind was making his mark on you, refreshing your mind of just who you belong to and planting that seed in his friend's mind as well.

"Well do you think I would do any of that on purpose?" You suddenly retorted, knocking your love right out of his thoughts. "It doesn't mean I'm interested or want him in any way, shape, or form."

Your boyfriend nodded in agreement, stilling himself back in front of you, "Oh I know it doesn't, babygirl, are you kidding me?" He chuckled impishly, just by his eyes meeting yours you could see the sadistic gears in his head turning at full speed. "But that doesn't mean I'm not going to refresh your memory a little.."

As his voice trailed off, his words sounding like erotic silk to your ears; his large hands soon met your waist, his fingertips pressed into your clothed flesh so deliciously that it instantly ignited the embers in your belly.

"Don't you want that, baby?" He sweetly purred- his lips planting slow, methodical kisses along your temple then down your cheek, stopping right beside your ear.

Your insides were already ablaze as his breathe sent chills down your spine and goosebumps covered your arms- God did he know how to get to you.

"Fuck.. why- " Your voice trembled in a shaky giggle as your body naturally melted into his. "Why do you do this to me Jinyoung?"

The man chuckled, licking his lips as his mind ran wild with the images of all the things he wanted to do to you. "Do what, kitten?" He hummed, his hands moving down to hips- slowly tracing their way to the button of your jeans, toying with the nickel for a second before popping it open- your zipper going down with it. "All I'm doing is reminding you who makes you feel so good.." He purred, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek before traveling down to your neck- trailing those teasing pecks down as he did. "..So easily- reminding you of the one that knows your body like the back of his hand."

His words made you shiver with pure anticipation, then a airy whine pour from between your lips as he bit down on the sensitive flesh of your neck; biting and sucking so deliciously that if you hadn't already been so enveloped by his touch there was no way you couldn't be now.

"Ah, that feels so divine.~" You crooned, your hands moving up his muscular arms to his shoulders before running your fingers through his hair.

Before you knew it, he had you walking backwards- tossing you down onto the mattress before climbing on top of your delicate frame. His piercing gaze looked you up and down, taking in the gorgeous sight your were for a second longer before his placed his lips to yours- drawing you into a needy kiss.

As his tongue entangled with yours his hands moved down your body, groping your breasts for a slight moment before getting to work on taking off your jeans. Breaking the kiss, Jinyoung sat up on knees- eagerly taking the denim off your full legs, "Fuck." He growled, throwing the material across the room as he swiftly threw off his shirt and undressed his lower half- leaving only his briefs on. "You make me so needy, baby." His tongue brushed against his pillowy lips as his hand gripped his already hardened member.

Instantly you sat up, allowing him to tower over you still as you alined your mouth with his manhood. You already knew what he wanted when he held himself like that, "Wanna use my mouth, Daddy?" You playfully jeered, opening your mouth nice and wide- tongue out and all.

Smirking, Jinyoung pushed down his underwear, allowing his engorged member to spring free before grabbing it by the base.

"You know Daddy too well, don't you baby?" He replied proudly, watching your every move as you took him into your mouth. "Mhmm, yes- fuck.." He groaned as you instantly curled your tongue around his shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you allowed him to steadily face fuck you.

"God your pretty little mouth feels amazing, y/n." He groaned, throwing his head back as he picked up his speed- entering your throat ever so slightly with each thrust. He could truly do this all day; fucking your gorgeous face, but he knew he wouldn't be able to make his statement just with this alone.

"Fuck baby," He growled, allowing himself to feel the pleasures of your mouth for a little longer before pulling out. "Turn around. Get on all fours." He demanded.

Immediately you obeyed, your body felt as if it were on fire with neediness- your sopping core practically begged you to be filled. As you turned, you laid face down; arching your back as much as you could to keep your ass nice and high for him.

"Fill me-" You needily whined, shaking your hips from side to side as you turned back to face him. Your body relished at the sight of his hungry eyes ravishing your body, looking at you as if the two of you were just in heat. "Please, I need you so badly.~"

Jinyoung's practically punctuated your plea with a loud slap across your bum, earning one of your sweet yelps. "My needy baby." He teased, his finger hooking around your panties before yanking the unwanted cloth down- revealing your aching heat. "Mmm, look at that." He purred, his digits traced down your reddening backside- teasing your already alert skin before sliding them down your soaking slit. "You're such an eager little slut, aren't you?"

Nodding, your whimpered at his touch while bucking your hips back slightly in a lame attempt for more, "Do you remember yet, kitten?" He practically sung, admiring the way your wetness glistened as it coated his fingers.

"Re-Remember what?" You breathlessly whimpered, softly moaning each time the tip of his digits teased your hole.

With his pointer and middle fingers, Jinyoung continued his teasing then slowly spread your lips- revealing your sweetness. "Who do you belong to?" He asked before gently swiping his tongue from your clit to your core, slowly entering it as he began to eat you.

Your eyes instantly rolled back as you felt his tongue enter you, "Fuck!" You loudly exclaimed, your body filled with euphoria as he skillfully toyed with you. "You- You, I belong to you.~" You mewled, losing any care in the world for his friends that were just a hallway away as your moans filled the room like a lewd melody.

You shivered as your felt his plush lips curl into a grin as he eased up on you. Slowly, he pulled away with an animalistic growl, licking and nipping at your backside before sitting back up on his knees.

"I'm going to need you to say that one more time for me, princess." He sneered, grabbing you by the hips as he pulled you closer- gripping his manhood, he rubbed it along your slit before slowly sliding inside your warmth; watching intently as your body reacted to the feel of him. "Say it nice and loud for Daddy."

He began rocking his hips, thrusting his member in and out of you at a steady pace- rubbing you in all the right places. "Ah yes~ Fuck yes~" You lewdly purred, moaning louder and louder as he fucked you harder- elongating his strokes.

"Be a good girl, baby," Jinyoung rumbled, quickened his speed- filling the room with the sounds of skin and your angelic whines. "Let everyone know who you fucking belong to."

His words filled your head as his manhood filled your cunt. You felt like you were in heaven, "I belong to you Jinyoung!" You mewled, following your lustful words up with a series of "Only you's" and "I'm your's" in between your panting whimpers as he drilled into you.

"That's. Fucking. It. Baby." He roared, punctuating each word with a harsh, filling thrust. He ran a hand up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair- yanking your head back as he continued his mission to break you and making sure everyone knew.

A numbing tingle filled your belly, radiating throughout your form as he rammed into you- you could feel your walls clench around his manhood as you felt yourself sinking closer and closer to your climax. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." You cursed, repeating it like a mantra as euphoria filled you. "I'm- I'm so fucking-..." You cried, your mousy exclamation trailing off as your mind felt like putty the closer you got; focusing on nothing but your high.

"I know you are baby." Jinyoung devilishly grunted, relishing at the feeling of your cunt gripping him- edging him closer to his finish. "Wait a little longer." He hummed, continuing his motion inside you, "I want you to cum with me."

"Oh fuck- Fuck- " You whimpered, the heat you felt between your legs slowly became unbearable as he released his grip in your hair, pushing your body forward- forcing you down into the mattress as he mercilessly fucked you; filling you so relentlessly.

"This pussy is fucking mine." He sneered, "You're mine, and only mine." His words were finished off by his harsh thrusts, as if the way he filled you solidified his statements.

"Only- Only yours~" You weakly whined back, your body began to tremble the nearer you got to that euphoric abyss.

Jinyoung proudly groaned at the sight of you falling apart beneath him, "Cum." He practically roared his single worded command. "Cum for me."

Instantly your body didn't hold back, your slight trembles turned into your legs wanting to give out as the heat from your core poured out of you, coating his cock while you let out the neediest sounds.

"God.." Jinyoung cursed, pressing his lips together as he felt his high reach him sooner than expected- the sight of you coming undone was ethereal to say the least. He leaned forward, making sure his last stroke was his harshest as he shoved his member deep into your cunt- filling you with ropes of his cum.

Leaning forward, still inside you, his pillowy lips kissed your back before he pulled out allowing you to collapse onto your side as he joined you.

"Maybe I should get you jealous more often." You teased, offering a weak laugh as you still tried to collect yourself. Your mind still feeling like putty as your body still was riddled with the aftershocks of his work.

"Don't worry babygirl," He purred, cupping your chin with his hand. "Next time you need me to refresh your memory, just say the word."

[koos-euphoria]

Hi! Can you do rough sex with Jinyoung (got7) + lots of dirty talk? Thank you!

jinyoung/reader | smut | 18+ | drabble

wordcount: 141

warnings: dirty talk, degradation

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© koos-euphoria 2020. Do not repost, modify or translate.

“Mm fuck, more” you moan, as Jinyoung thrusts into you, his hip stutter into a stop as he pushes himself all the way in making you whine in frustration. Hips against the cheeks of your ass. He pulls himself out until it’s just his tip before pushing back inside with power. Repeating his movements over and over. Each time making your mind go blank. “This good enough for you?” He asks. You can’t utter a single reply as the only thing in your mind right now was his cock. “Little slut” he almost s spits through his teeth. “So fucking tight, love this pussy” he says as he spanks your left ass cheek. Gripping them and pulling them apart as he watch his cock penetrate you. “I want you to come on my cock, think you can do that for me?”

[kpopchangedme]

Plot Twist [M] | Park Jinyoung

Being locked up until tomorrow morning with your biggest rival in the Archery team might not be all bad after all...

Protagonists: Park Jinyoung & You

Word Count: 5.5k

Genre: NSFW - Enemies to Lovers - Romance - Smut *explicit* - [Drabble 2k]

Prompt: “Dramas did not prepare me for this”

Requested by: @prettywordsyouleft, I hope you like this, even though, I’m sooooo sorry... I’ve made it smutty because I got carried away!!

GOT7 | M.list

There are a lot of things that you love about archery and only one that you vehemently hate. Perhaps that’s why you’ve been excelling at it ever since you first picked up a bow. As soon as you showed promising skills, your parents ensured you’d turned out to be one of the greatest. You’ve trained with the most successful archers, former Olympians... Won all the most important awards and competitions... Entered the most prestigious sports-study program on a full scholarship...

And look where all that got you… Stuck with the only thing you absolutely hate about it.

Fighting your suffocating feeling of helplessness, you kick the closest object on the floor. Whatever it is, it crosses the room in a blink, hitting a shelf full of supplies that then wobbles dangerously.

“I’d appreciate not being buried alive by dirty Football gear,” his voice cuts through the darkness and you turn to glare at him, “thank you very much.”

“Shut up Park,” your harsh reply is instantaneous, “or else...” 

Yes, literally stuck with him; Park Jinyoung, an archer almost as good as you, your nemesis, your relentless competition.

Locked in a dark supply closet, connecting to the Archery team’s interior training ground. You’re dumb enough to have let the door close behind you when you knew it automatically locked from the inside. Jinyoung is even dumber for having followed minutes after; probably curious as to where you disappeared. You didn’t manage to catch the door in time before it shut, condemning you both to each other’s company. Although you two usually train late at night in the gymnasium, you always ignore and avoid the other. It’s a safety technique you’ve developed, keeps you from ending up in jail for his murder, especially since you’re armed most of the time. Unfortunately, since you train alone, there’s no way of knowing when people will notice you’re missing, even less find you in here.

“Or you’ll make me?” Jinyoung snorts in distaste, “You always had a bias for the dramatic. What more can you do? Being here with your is already Hell.”

“Ha. Ha.” You furiously wipe the sweat from your forehead. He’s right, with this bad of a company and ventilation, this supply closet certainly feels like the burning flames of Hell.

“Why are you always such an ass? It’s not like it’s my fault you followed me in here.” 

There’s a long silence before Park groans, and thanks to the security light of the gymnasium, shining through the crack under the door, you see him rub his face with both hands. “I needed to borrow an armguard from here, mine’s busted!” Saying this, Jinyoung shrugs it off, throwing the garment across the room. You hear it fly by more than you see, rolling your eyes when it hits a wall.

“Whatever you say, stalker.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You think everyone is obsessed with you!” He barks, clearly unpleased by the nickname. It’s something you’ve been calling him for years. You aren’t even sure when that even started, over ten years ago probably. All you know is that suddenly, an insufferable little boy started showing up every day to practice with you, and you had to share your trainers with him. He even got in the same exclusive program as you did, on the second scholarship. Much to your despair, he followed you everywhere, like a stalker. “All the guys from the team are wrapped around your little finger. They’d do anything to get in your pants.” Even in the darkness, you see Jinyoung’s eyes narrow, spiteful. “I’m not desperate enough to settle for you.”

“Of course not, Park.” You smile, pushing his buttons despite the fact that you shouldn’t. “You’re too frigid and boring for me. I bet you’ve never even gotten into any woman’s panties.” You’re not sure why the guys crushing on you are a problem to Jinyoung, but he sure likes to rant about this whenever he has a chance. As if you’re making them fall for you on purpose. It’s not your fault you’re the only woman who made the team.

He exhales audibly in frustration; “You’re so full of yourself, y/n. I’ve never met someone as disturbed and with an ego as big as yours.” 

“The feeling is mutual. Ain’t that a blessing, Park? That we found each other...”

“And contrary to popular belief, I’m not a boring virgin...” He says this out of nowhere and pauses to cough and peel his shirt from his body unsuccessfully. As soon as he lets it go, the cotton sticks to his abs all over again. The heat in here in insufferable, you’ll suffocate at this rate, and you don’t have any water. “I just don’t obsess over you or sex like the others. The WAC are all I care about.”

The World Archery Championships, the gateway to the next Olympic Summer Games. One of the reasons you’re looking forward to you two being (obviously) eligible to participate, is the idea of competing against Park. He might be training and living here, but he’ll get to represent his country; South Korea. You’ll destroy his team’s female archers; you’re way better than any competitors of your generation. Even Jinyoung can’t argue with that. It helps you train to have a goal, someone to tear down. You discovered that when you first met him.

“Good to know what you fantasize about...” You announce, giving up on any sense of pride and decency. It’s way too hot in here to remain proper. “At least you won’t ever gawk at me.” Struggling with the wet fabric, you manage to take your t-shirt off. There’s no way you’re staying here all night, marinating in your own sweat. 

There’s a scoff of disbelief, loud and clear. “Are you trying to seduce me?” You freeze on your knees, finally freed from the disgusting piece of clothing. You did not expect him to assume anything like that. “I mean… People do talk a lot about you crushing on me... But I just told you I’m not interested, y/n.”

“You wish, Park.” You spit through your teeth, “I’m just melting over here.”

“Why does this feel like the plot of one of your dumb dramas?”

“Trust me. Dramas did not prepare me for this.”

“Lock two people in a blazing room, wait for them to strip and they end up…” He completes his sentence with less than appropriate hand gestures.

“Ew, I’d sooner fuck Wang than you.”

“I hear you already did.” Jinyoung almost sounds vexed, but you’re too embarrassed to look his way and confirm. Sure, you have enough confidence to sit there in your bra, but it doesn’t mean you want to hold his gaze while you’re half-naked. “I’m probably cleaner than he is.”

“Probably.” You agree with a shrug. Why does he even care? “But the major difference is; I don’t hate Wang.”

A loud silence falls between you, almost deafening in the tiny space of the sealed off storage. It stretches, and it’s after five minutes or an hour of this that Jinyoung loses his mind. You don’t know, none of you has a phone; they’re prohibited during practice.

“That’s it!” Jinyoung barks, jumping to his feet. “I’m not spending all night in here, listening to shit like this!”

You watch, unbothered as he paces back and forth, eyes glued to the vent that is pushing warm air in. What is he planning to do? Crawl in there like a spy? Suddenly, Jinyoung takes off his own training shirt, and you try not to stare. Oh shit, he’s built, you hadn’t noticed before. Nice arms and shoulders, he’s an archer after all. He even has an amazing torso. Amazing? You blink, tearing your eyes away from his honey skin. What is wrong with you, are you having a heat stroke? That is Park Jinyoung! Your worst enemy; the boy who boasted about breaking your Target Archery long standing record after he only had been training for a year!

“10 bucks say you can’t fit in there.” Despite the situation, you want to further annoy him.

You visually compare his sculpted shoulders to the metal frame of the air vent. Huh huh. No way. Jinyoung doesn’t even bother acknowledging your bet. He’s busy rummaging through the stuff on the nearest shelf, emptying the content of plastic milk crates to pile them. He still has a long way to go through, that ceiling is high. 

“Come here, y/n.” He eventually requests, groaning as he pushes the shelf to make space.

You raise a brow in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

Jinyoung stands, raising his arms to the sky. “Come on, you’re right. I obviously don’t fit it there!”

“You want me to crawl into the hot air vent?” Your whole face twists in horror, the man must have truly lost his mind. “Who am I, Kim Possible?”

“Let’s spend some quality time together then… We have all the time in the world to talk things through… See where that gets us, maybe we can even become friends.” He leans against the shelf, tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, and I hope someone needs something from this storage tomorrow morning!”

Before he’s done with his sentence, you’re up next to him. “Ok, what’s the plan?” 

He shakes his head, probably impressed with his own convincing skills. “This obviously runs straight over to the gym, I’ll help you get inside. If you manage to find a way out, you can unlock me. If not… We’ll just be back to square one.”

You’re skeptical when you watch him get on the wobbly pile of crates and open up the vent, but you have to admit the risk seems worth it. You’d rather be stuck in there than down here with him anyway. Careful, you accept the hand he’s offering to help you up on the fortune pyramid. Once you’ve joined him, you’re closer than you’ve ever been before. Your mouths are inches apart. It’s the first time you smell the sweat on his skin or see him like this. You feel a shiver run down your spine, something instinctive that you push aside. Before you can wrap your head around this effect he seems to have on you, Jinyoung’s hands are on your hips. He hoists you up, using his bent knee as a step. Your legs stick to his damp chest, and he looks up expectantly. You’re glad it’s too dark for him to read your expression because he’d never let you live if he saw. You just discovered you find him attractive, and the whole situation is… Perhaps that’s because of what he said earlier about dramas, but…

“This is beginning to feel more like a torrid porno than a drama.”

You regret the joke as soon as you say it. His eyes go dark. “Good to know what you fantasize about... But I’m just trying to get us out of here.” You inhale sharply at his reply, brought back to reality. “Help me a bit, y/n,” Jinyoung asks, voice even more tensed, “with your arms...” 

Slightly out of it, you take your hands off his shoulders like he’s ardent. They treacherously found that support by reflex, to keep your balance when he grabbed you. Shit. Obeying, you reach for the metal frame to pull as he lifts. Faster than you expected, and with much ease, you find your way to the ceiling. Boy must have been working out. 

“Can you m-make it?” He grunts distractingly under you. Why are you even finding that sound sexy now? You really need to get out of this damn closet, or else...

“Yes, I think I… Let me just…” Arms first, you twist your way through the entrance of the vent. It’s scorching, hotter than you expected, and dark as night. Once you’ve managed to get your chest inside, you feel his hands slide on your thighs, almost on your-

“Park!” You shout into the echoing metal and he stops.

“Something wrong? You’re halfway in.”

Your mouth opens in awe, understanding he doesn’t care what he’s touching at all. Jinyoung might as well be frigid for real; you’re the only one affected apparently. He resumes pushing, fingers digging the back of your thighs, probably marking them. With his help, you worm your way inside, managing to win a few inches by twisting and wiggling. Trying not to think of his hands on you like that… It is way harder than you expected, even if you’re inside a disgusting enclosed space. What a sight this must be for him, your ass dangling like that.

“Shit.” You hear his muffled curse and freezes. Park Jinyoung never swears.

“W-What?” Sweat is dripping from your face, falling in the burning metal. If you stay here longer, you’ll roast like a chicken on a grill.

“Hum, I don’t think your as… Your h-hips aren’t gonna make it.”

“What? No! Push!” Squirming with a renewed fervour, you feel him directly press on your ass cheeks this time. Unfortunately, he’s right. Although you try your best, the metal frame only digs your hips dolorously. You give up after a minute; you’re completely wet by then. The air in there is barely breathable, and both the physical effort and the idea of his close proximity have drained you. “Get me out.”

There’s nothing, no answer.

“Get me out, please!” 

Your eyes round in horror, panic rising. Surely he wouldn’t abandon you like that… Wiggling, you try to back away, but you lack the support and strength to escape this Hell.

“... Park?” Your voice is nothing but a miserable whimper this time. You lay there, inert, halfway through the burning air vent. That’s the single stupidest thing you’ve ever done; trust him. “Jinyoung!” Your tone is shakier than you’d wish, but his muted answer finally comes.

“I was considering…” He clears his throat, clearly embarrassed by something. “What if you took your shorts off? I think the-”

“Please, get me out! It burns!” You beg, unable to tell if he’s joking. By this point, your naked skin is painfully sticking to the metal. It was the worst idea. You start to cry, tears stinging your eyes. “Jinyoung, please-”

“Ok ok! I got you!” His hands are back on your thighs, pulling you to him.

You back out as fast as you can, skin marking even if you’re careful not to get stuck and burned. It takes double the time as it took to get in. When you finally exit, your panic causes you both to fall off the pile of crates. Your breathing is erratic as you sit, back on the floor of the closet. You’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow, but at least you’ve made it out. You don’t even realize Jinyoung is the one who absorbed most of the drop. Running your hands over the wet hair that has escaped your ponytail, you try to calm down unsuccessfully. You thought you were going to suffocate in there.

“Hey, are you alright?” Jinyoung manages to sit. He winces, hands catching your forearm to better see one of the red marks in the dim lighting. “I didn’t consider how hot it’d be.”

“I- I- I t-thought,” you pant, half-hyperventilating, half-weeping. “You l-left me!”

Jinyoung’s face falls, almond eyes rounding. “I’d never, y/n…” He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears and sweat with his thumbs. “I didn’t think you’d get hurt.” He keeps stroking you, and you let him do it, forgetting for a brief moment that you hate him. Your breathing begins to slow down, matching his. “I’m so sorry it was a bad idea, but I’d never do this on purpose. Ever. Why would you even think that?”

“You h-hate me.” You whine and he scoffs, breath ghosting over your face.

“Whom would I fight with if you weren’t there?” Jinyoung chuckles still holding you like he’s also forgotten he’s not supposed to. You blink, unable to comprehend his words. You’ve known him for years; you’ve been playing this game for a long time. You know the rules. Trying to tear away, but he follows. Really, what’s with you and him tonight? You whine ever so slightly and the corner of his pout jiggles. “If this was a drama… That’s when I’d kiss you.” After this, he coolly sits back, leaning on his open palms and making his forearms flex. You stay there frozen still, in a daze. What was that? 

Annoyed, to be this affected, you turn to hit his arm roughly. “What’s with you and all these drama ref-” Jinyoung’s mouth muffles the rest of your scolding.

He’s kissing you. 

Park Jinyoung is kissing you, and you should fight back… Unfortunately, the only thing you do at the moment is laying on the floor, tugging at his neck for him to remain over you. Wow, that’s not what he expected. Jinyoung follows, apparently not minding your sweaty state and poor presentation. You’re not doing any better, fingers digging the muscles of his shoulders. You had no idea he was this sexy all along; it feels like you should’ve been made aware of this. If you had, perhaps you wouldn’t have been as surprised and overwhelmed tonight. You wouldn’t be giving in to this crazy urge of having him all over. Jinyoung’s mouth opens yours and your tongues meet messily. None of you cares or wants to retake control of the situation, you’re just going at it. Making the best of a shitty night. His left hand is between your head and the floor; the other one is caressing down your belly gently.

“I thought you weren’t interested...” Managing to get the words out, you feel his breath on your cheek when he chuckles. 

“Just this once, just now.” He replies, nose nudging yours. “I thought you hated me.” 

“I still do.” Your nails trace his spine, leaving a scratch behind. He rolls your lower lip between his teeth, straight up challenging. His mouth drops to your jaw, exploring down on your neck. You shut your eyes, feeling his teeth graze your collarbone. “Jesus.” Curving against his chest, you hush, and he hums on your skin, pleased by the reaction. Jinyoung’s hand drops from your stomach to your hip, then to your thigh and ass. It stays there, holding on tightly. That’s your cue to reach for a t-shirt that was abandoned on the floor earlier, using it as a fortune pillow. When he offers you a quizzical look, you smirk. “Who knows how long we’ll be here… Might as well make us comfortable. Oh, and tell me... What do we do to kill time, now that your escape plan has failed?”

His erection is already pressed on your thigh through his shorts, and there are goosebumps all over your body. You hate to admit, but you’re so turned on you want to take this further, and you hope he’s on the same page.

Nothing could have prepared you to his burning look right then. “I have a few ideas...” He says, clicking his tongue. Before you can question anything, his mouth is trailing down your body with an obvious end goal. He kisses your belly button and pauses there, thumbs hooked into the waistband of your stretchy gym shorts. “If that’s fine by you,” Jinyoung adds in a business-like manner. Count on him to be so formal even when he’s unmistakably proposing to eat you out.

Your hands are already in your hair to hold on to something, and you nod, gaze crazy. He smirks, tugging your clothes down. As soon as you’re exposed, his mouth resumes. You should probably be more embarrassed by this weird intimacy. You feel sweaty and disgusting, but Jinyoung doesn’t seem to mind so you quickly forget all about it. He grips your thighs to allow himself access. You arch, waiting for his touch, and he dodges your sex at the last second.

“Shit.” You swear when he keeps going down with his butterfly kisses, a chuckle shaking his shoulders. Jinyoung was never one to ruin an opportunity by shooting too soon, and apparently, he’s going to be the same when it comes to this. His lips are damp and soft, brushing all over the inner sensitive part of your thighs. Fuck, you’re already so ready. “J-Jinyoung…” You purr, wiggling under him for mercy. 

“Shit.” He seems to agree by echo, words muted by your skin. Leisurely, he comes closer to your sex again, like he’s got all the time in the world. He’s one Hell of a tease. Although you're not sure when you’ll get rescued, you’re pretty certain you’ll be dead by morning if he keeps this up. “You’re so pretty.” It’s so unexpected that you don’t know what to reply, so you don’t. Jinyoung presses the most infuriating kiss on your mons, making you tremble under him. Bringing his right hand under your ass, he spreads your labia, observing intently. 

“Jesus fucking Christ Park…” You whine, done with his antics. “Are you doing this just to make me hate you more?”

“But that’s my favourite part, y/n… Making you angry.” He smiles, smearing your arousal with his thumb. It’s clear he’s a little shit, even in bed. “I usually like to take it slow… But not you, no... You’re always doing things too fast. I bet you could already take my cock... Do you think you could?”

Ok, again, not what you expected from someone as buttoned-down as him. Your mouth remains ajar as you moan in reply, hips rising in hopes of pressing closer to his thumb. If you thought he was hot earlier, it was nothing; right now he’s the sexiest man ever. He has all the power, and you gladly let him have it for once. You want him too much to fight. Jinyoung eyes go dark once more, and he licks his lips. He lowers himself, but instead of pleasuring you, he takes his time to lick his own finger clean. 

“No arguing? Since where are you this horny for me?” Are you supposed to play along, is dirty talk his thing? How unexpected. It’s a fun new game. “I would have fucked you sooner if I knew.”

His words make your core clench on nothing. “Since you took off your shirt...” You’re a fast learner. “I’ve been dripping wet.”

“Locked in here with me...” Jinyoung sighs, gaze dropping to your glistening sex. “You said it felt like a torrid porno.” A sweat droplet falls between your breasts. “Those words coming out of your mouth… I’ve been hard since then.”

“Jinyoung.” You sing in awe, suppressing a shiver. You had no idea.

At his name, he decides he’s done enough teasing for now. He obliges after an eternity, licking up your slit. You gasp and he ends by pressing a kiss on your clit before doing it again. Shit. He repeats the gesture, tasting your juices one last time before concentrating on your bud. His tongue flattens, swirling and nudging your clit. It’s not long until he finds the perfect motion that has you jolting against his face. “F-Fuck!” You cry, not bothering to remain quiet when there’s no one to hear. He’s amazing. Shit, ‘not a boring virgin’ he said.

Running his fingers on your sex, Jinyoung smears your wetness until they’re soaked. Then slowly, he inserts one of them inside you to help his task. He doesn’t falter, obviously almost as heavily turned on as you by all this. Adding another finger, he keeps going, sucking more and more harshly until you’re practically dancing under him. The sounds filling the storage are filthy, but can’t find it in you to mind. You’re seeing stars, enjoying every single second as he eats you out. Jinyoung lasts longer than any guy ever, waiting diligently to build you up. He’s determined to show you he’s the best at everything, not just archery. This moment stretches out until you’re spent and clenching uncontrollably. He accelerates; not changing anything. He’s aware you can’t handle it for much longer and that it’s repetition that’s getting you off. Soon, your eyes roll into your head. You cry out his name as you come, thighs clenching around him. Your hips rise against his face one last time, and he sees you through your orgasm. Holding you until you’re done and clean before finally pulling away from your sex. 

Afterwards, you stay on the ground, panting, heartbeat deafening in your ears. You can’t believe you just came that hard on Park Jinyoung’s face. Jesus Christ. Shouldn’t you feel embarrassed? There’s no real reason to though, not when he’s the one who ate you this diligently in the first place. He clearly wanted it, asked. Unaware of your awkward train of thoughts, Jinyoung lies beside you, exhausted but still very smug of accomplishment.

“That was…” You begin shyly, but trail off. “I’ve never… With someone...” He rolls to kiss your shoulder, and h hard-on brushes you.

“Perfect.” Jinyoung simply replies, getting it, he’s even more pleased with himself. You turn to face him on the ground, breathing slowing down. Pecking his chin, you wrap your arm around his waist to pull him closer. You had forgotten where you were; in the gym’s dirty storage.

“Only many hours left ‘til morning...”

“Mmm…” He doesn’t pull away when your hand slip in his training shorts. “Due to an unfortunate incident, my schedule’s cleared tonight.”

“What are you saying, Park?” Tracing the outline of the strain in his briefs, you raise an eyebrow.

“I’m saying… I’m not too busy to make you come a few more times.” Jesus. He blinks, pulling you closer to add in your ear; “I’ve actually dreamt of having you like this for a long time.”

“Really?” You exhale, out of it. That’s impossible, you’d know.

“Sure. Every time the guys are around, you turn the charm on, but when we’re all alone...” The rest of his sentence is up in the air, but you get what he means. Jinyoung plops himself up on an elbow to read your reaction. “You never once wondered about what I think of your slutty training outfits? Then tonight you go and take your top off like I’m not in here. You’re always so mean to me, forgetting I’m a man too. ”

You cross the last barrier of fabric between him and your hand, smirking. Again, you had no idea he thought of you that way. Jinyoung immediately twitches in your palm, cock swelling even more at the skin-to-skin contact. He’s larger than you expected. “How am I doing now?” You coo, snuggling in his neck as you stroke him. 

“Better.” He admits, almost inaudible. Your hand tightens around his length and Jinyoung grunts. “Mean. I think I’ll have to fuck you hard a few times, teach you some respect.” With that, he rises above you and you laugh, helping to get rid of his shorts and underwear. When he’s freed Jinyoung lies between your legs, cock directly on your swollen cunt. 

You gulp, toes curling tightly from expectations. “How do those dreams usually go?”

Jinyoung’s jaw clenches in concentration and he rocks his hips, rubbing himself on your wetness. He breathes out haltingly, “Sometimes, you’re just bent over a chair at a championship, and I fuck you while everyone’s in the room.” 

“O-Oh!” Your eyes automatically shut when his tip brushes your clit.

“But more often, it’s like this; all sweaty after practice, no one else at the training ground…” His voice is strained, and you totally relate. Eager to feel him inside you already, you align him to your core. You can’t bear to hear shit like this anymore.

He doesn’t seem to mind the guidance. Almost instantly, he begins to push in. His head enters you slowly, and you spread your legs wider. You need him deeper, want him to fill you. Your tightened walls stretch around his cock until he’s inside you, throbbing. Jinyoung lets out a weird sound, almost breaking. He’s a lot less talkative now. Using your hands on his hips, you force him back and then forward, the friction nearly making you lose your mind.

“Shit.” Jinyoung breathes out, unstable. 

“Shit,” you confirm, word morphing into a groan when he moves again. He’s tougher this time, fingers digging your right thigh firmly.

He slides into you with ease, your core more than ready for his cock. Jinyoung finds a fast rhythm hitting you hard every time. You can’t believe how good it feels; letting him have his way with you like that. He thrusts powerfully for a moment before pulling out, much to your displeasure. 

“On all fours.” At his order, you hurry to flip while he observes, pumping his dick with your juices.

He’s back between your legs at once, spreading them with his own. Not wasting any second, he positions himself at your entrance. You fall on your forearms when he pushes back in, eyes rounding in ecstasy. He’s closer than before, cock fitting your core so perfectly you cry out. Shit. Jinyoung repeats his thrust, and you swear loudly, making him chuckle.

Again. Again.

He grabs your ass, sinking himself deeper, and with way more urgency. His balls hit you with every grind forward. Unforgiving, he keeps going until you’re on the very edge again, gasping. You arch even more, and when his hips meet your ass this time, you almost break. He hits something up your core that’s so intense it hurts of the greatest pain.

Again. Again.

You’re a mess, knees and ass burning, but you don’t want him to stop. You beg him to keep going and he does. Making sure to fuck you like no one has ever. Covered in perspiration, Jinyoung’s not holding back much better than you. He’s unsure if he’ll be able to keep pace much longer.

“C-Come!” Jinyoung requests with authority, and you whimper under him. “Come for me, baby!” 

As though his command is magical, you break apart; tightening and convulsing around him. He pulls out before being overwhelmed, letting you ride off your second orgasm on your own. It’s just in time because he comes right away too. Spilling on your ass with a shudder, unable to contain himself anymore. You don’t even seem to notice, head still in the clouds. He wipes off his mess with his briefs; not bothering to think about what he’ll wear later. Falling on the ground before him, you’re breathless and obviously completely satisfied.

This escapade will not help with his bravado when you’re back to reality. Jinyoung lies next to you, one of his arms under his head and the other one on your back. It’s as though he can’t stop touching you just yet. You are still too high to be self-aware and remember what you two are outside this storage. The silence that fills the air is nothing like earlier, relaxed and comfortable. It coexists with your breathing slowing down, yours and his almost synchronized.

It takes a long time for you to break it, unable to keep your train of thoughts to yourself. “What a plot twist to the drama.” Staring at the dark ceiling, you miss the smug smile on Jinyoung’s lips. 

“What is?” He asks, absentmindedly rubbing circles on the curve of your back to break the droplets of sweat accumulating there. 

“Us,” you reply after a heartbeat, “this.”

He snorts, “This isn’t a plot twist at all. Everyone saw it coming but you.”

Raising on an elbow to observe him, you frown in confusion; “Really?”

“Sure.” Jinyoung is smiling dumbly, an expression you have never seen him before. “What did you think all that sexual tension was going to amount for?”

You think for a moment. “Murder.”

He straight up laughs, loud and clear. “Jeez y/n. How can you be so dense...”

“Shuddup,” groaning, you nudge him and he catches your hand, “I hate you.” You both stare at your linked hands, not needing words to express your true feelings at the moment. “How many hours do you think we have before morning?” 

When you ask this, he turns to stare at you in disbelief. “Probably enough for us to die of dehydration if we keep this up...”

Smirking, you lower yourself for a kiss. “I dunno,” you murmur against his lips, “it’d sure be a sweet death...” Laughing quietly, Jinyoung pulls you over him.

You have no idea how long you’ll remain locked in this storage… But you’re certain you’ll use the time you have left wisely from now on.

GOT7 | M.list

[soybeantree]

be careful what others wish for pt. 5

pairing: erm…ofc/mark, ofc/jinyoung, markjin…kind of parts: o1 | o2 | o3 | o4 genre/rating: LITERALCRACK! fluff. word count: 4k   a/n: so this is the sequel to this story here. not completely necessary to read the first story. basically bodies get swapped and craziness ensues. italics is spoken korean. 

“Namsan Tower?” The statement came as a question. Dee had stepped out of the taxi and immediately spied the tower peaking through the clouds. “You wanted to go to Namsan Tower? Surely you’ve been multiple times.” Mark nodded. “But have you?” Dee shook her head. She and Jay had been too preoccupied to visit the tower during their last visit. “Then it’s perfect. I had a whole day planned for us to do, but we don’t have time to do all of it. I have to be back at the studio for practice later.” Dee nodded, forcing herself not to focus on the fact that he had planned a whole day. Instead, she started walking towards the tower and the tram which she assumed they would be taking. She only made it a few steps before Mark’s hand slid into hers again. Her feet froze, and she glanced down at their entwined hands and then up to Mark. “What are you doing?” In answer, Mark removed his face mask. Dee’s eyes went wide as she whiped around to see if anybody had recognized him. “What are you doing?” She hissed. 

“I want to spend today with you as me, not Jay-Mark or idol-Mark but Mark-Mark.” He smiled and the sight sucked all the breath from her body. “I didn’t even put make-up on today or shave.” He was practically beaming. Dee snorted, her body’s go to reaction to everything. Mark’s smile faded, and he licked his lips as he searched for something to say. Before he found anything, Dee said, “Sorry. I didn’t realize you weren’t wearing make-up because you still look perfect.” Mark scoffed. “How can you not tell? Look at this scruff.” He made a circle motion around his mouth, and Dee leaned in squinting at his skin. “Are you referencing your three hours of peach fuzz?” She glanced up through her lashes and only then realized how close she was to him and how close her lips were to his. She watched his pupils widen and felt a faint breath part his lips. His grip on her hand tightened as he drew her closer to him. She jumped back, ripping her hand from his grasp and hiding it behind her back. She brought her other hand to her mouth as she coughed into it. “We should probably get on the tram. Like you said, you don’t have much time, and I’m sure it’ll be busy soon.” Her eyes darted around the entire area, resting on the trees, the benches, the fellow visitors, everything that wasn’t Mark Tuan. Mark smirked and motioned for her to continue forward. She hurried ahead of him, moving her hands in front of her, so he couldn’t grab hold of them again. The hour was still early and the line for the tram was short. They were able to get on the first ride. Dee moved to the far back of the tram and leaned against the bar as they ascended above the bustling city. She watched the city spread out before them and let her awe overwhelm her and drown out all thoughts of the man who stood next to her. The man in question leaned against the bar as well, but the city scape failed to arrest his attention. He much preferred to watch the awe on his companion’s face. As he told Dee, he had been to Namsan Tower many times, and the novelty had worn away. But seeing everything through her eyes gave him a new appreciation for the sight. “Oh, look at that!” Dee pressed her finger against the glass and turned to Mark, but the expression on his face chilled her enthusiasm and sent her heart racing. Then Mark blinked and the expression was gone. His eyes shifted to the area she indicated and a lazy smile flitted across he face. He started to tell her something about the city, but she didn’t hear his words. Her heart was pounding too loudly in her ears.   The tram jolted to stop, throwing Dee off balance and straight into Mark. His arms, instinctively, wrapped around her, holding her steady. Once certain she had regained her balance, he shifted his hands to her shoulders and set her straight. “Are you okay?” “Yes.” And then under her breath. “I just feel like I’m in the middle of drama.” “What?” “What?” “What did you just say?” “Hmm.” Dee pursed her lips and jutted her chin out slightly. “What did you just say?” “It looks like people are trying to board the tram. We should get off.” Dee darted through the exit before Mark could ask his question again. She really needed to stop muttering. It was a bad habit and would get her into trouble eventually. Mark caught up with her near one of the observatory balconies. She had pulled out her phone and was snapping pictures of the view. “Korea’s such a pretty country.” She said when she felt Mark’s approach. “Jay and I spent most of our trip traveling around the different parks. We took so many pictures.” “I know. I saw them.” Mark leaned so far forward on the bar that his feet left the ground. “At least, I’m assuming that’s what’s on that one wall in your apartment.” Dee nodded. After their trip, they had printed out all of their pictures and made a mural on the wall. Their plan had been to put up pictures from all their trips on the wall, but they had yet to go on another trip. Life got in the way, so the pictures of Korea reigned in isolation. “I was sad that there weren’t any pictures of me.” He glanced over at her and pouted. He looked so cute, but Dee forced herself to remain straight faced. “We didn’t take any pictures of you last time.” “That’s right. You shouldn’t make the same mistake twice.” He beamed as he bounced off the bar. “What?” But her question was answered as Mark pulled his phone out of his pocket. “No, no, no, no! I look horrible today. Put that away.” Dee covered her face with her hands and shuffled away from the camera. Mark chuckled and slipped a hand around her waist pulling her into the frame. She stilled at his touch, her hands falling from her face. Mark used her shock to his advantage and snapped a shot. Dee blinked and swatted his shoulder. “I wasn’t even looking at the camera, and who knows what my expression looked like. If you’re going to take the picture at least let me try to look decent.” “But you don’t even have to try.” He smirked. Red bloomed across her cheeks, and Mark snapped another photo. “Mark Tuan!” “Shhh!” Mark hissed. His phone slid between his thumb and forefinger, as his palm and three remaining fingers moved to cover her mouth. “Do you want all of the Ahgase within a mile to crash our date?” Dee shifted her eyes left then right and found no Ahgase. She shifted them down to the hand on her mouth and finally up to Mark. She quirked a brow. His eyes also swept the area and, after finding none of the visitors cared, removed his hand. Mark cleared his throat before mumbling. “I can never be too careful.” Dee started laughing, and this time it was Mark’s turn to blush. “Are you hungry?” He was quick to ask as he motioned to a street cart that was a little ways from them. Before she could respond, he was halfway to the cart. She looked after him, laughter still pulling on the corners of her mouth. But the further from her he got, the more the laughter ebbed away. When he reached the stand, her smile was gone. When she was with Mark, it was easy to forget all of her reasons to distance herself from him. She became so wrapped up in his presence that nothing else mattered. He was a drug and coming down from this high would be painful. She needed to put some distance between them now. But he was coming back with fish sticks and the proud smile on his face, nearly melted her resolve. “Here we can eat these as we head down the mountain.” He handed her one and kept the other for himself. “Careful though. They’re still hot.” He blew on his before taking a small bite. He hissed when the hot piece hit his tongue and tears welled in his eyes as he forced himself to keep the piece in and swallow. Dee snorted at his antics and decided to let hers cool down before attempting a bite. With the chill in the air, it wouldn’t take long. Mark started walking, and Dee fell into step behind him. She was silent as she tried to build a wall around her heart. Reason was the bricks, and fear the mortar. So long as she held tight to both, she would survive this date and this trip and be able to return to her life when all of this was over. “I’m sorry I stopped messaging.” The words were a whisper, but they reverberated through Dee’s ear. She stopped and stared at the back of the idol’s head. “I shouldn’t have. I didn’t want to. But I did.” He still had his back to her as he spoke, but he slowly turned to face her. “I have lots of excuses for why I stopped, but I feel like you would just use those excuses against me. So instead of excuses, I’m saying I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?” Forcing herself to smile, Dee nodded. “Of course. You didn’t need to apologize. I understand. Like I said before life moves on-” But Mark shook his head. “I don’t want this to happen again. I don’t want to stop talking to you. There is so much about you I don’t know and so much I want to know. You may think you don’t have a place in my life, but you do, and I hope you can make a place for me in yours. I may not always be able to be just Mark. Sometimes, I will have to be idol-Mark or model-Mark, but I don’t see why that should be a problem because they’re still me. And from what I can tell, you like me.” “Shouldn’t you be confessing to me instead of confessing for me?” Dee tried to laugh, but it stuck in her throat. “I like you.” His eyes held hers, and she found herself unable to breath. “I was just joking.” She choked out. “I’m not.” His mouth was a firm line, and the intensity in his eyes turned her muscles to jelly. The cup in her hand fell to the floor and her legs wobbled beneath her. She needed to sit, to think. A bench to her right offered her the chance for both. She collapsed onto the bench and lowered her head. All her attention went to her lungs as she forced them to expand and contract. Passing out would be the worst thing she could do at this moment.   “Dee?” Mark’s shadow covered her. She held up a hand to stop him. “Just… give me a minute.” She sighed, and the shadow left. Mark had just confessed to her. Mark Tuan of Got7 had just told her that he liked her. The idea was laughable, and if she hadn’t witnessed it, she would not believe it. Part of her still didn’t believe it. She could have hallucinated the whole thing. Or maybe she was still asleep and this was a dream. Or maybe she was in a coma and all of this was a delusion created by her subconscious. She glanced up. Mark stood a few feet from her, watching her. When he caught her eyes, he gave her a soft smile. “You did just confess right?” He nodded. “And I’m not dreaming?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Mark, you and I, we-we can’t. You’re-” “Don’t say I’m an idol. I know plenty of idols who are in successful relationships with non-idols. Next reason.” He crossed his wrists at his waist and relaxed his shoulders, waiting. “We live-” “In different countries? You’re right. My entire family lives in a different country, and my relationship with them is stronger now than when we lived in the same country. Being apart just makes you cherish your time together even more. Next reason.” He cocked his head to the side and grinned at her. “Last time-” “I already apologized for last time, and you forgave me so you can’t use it against me anymore. Next excuse.” She scanned the area as if some brilliant reason would be written in the clouds or on the stones, but none were, and she was out of reasons. Her fears were all she had left. “We barely know each other.” She whispered. “That’s why I want to get to know you.” He took a step forward, but she lowered her eyes to her gloved hands. “But what if you don’t like me then.” Her words were a sob, and she cursed herself for letting her emotions leak out. She rubbed fiercely at her eyes before tears could spill from them. When her eye sight cleared, she found Mark kneeling in front of her. She leaned back and Mark leaned with her. “Mark-” “And what if I like you even more. Neither of us know what’s going to happen, but that shouldn’t stop us from pursuing what we want. If you don’t like me, I can accept that, but nothing else.” She stared at his beautiful bare face, tracing the bow of his lips, the lines of his jaw, the curve of his eyes. A stray hair fell in his eyes, and she reached out to brush it away. Mark stilled at her touch, and when she met his eyes, she could see the question burning behind them. “Of course I like you.” His nose scrunched up as a smile bloomed on his face. He laughed and leaned forward further wrapping her in a hug. He squeezed her and laughed again. Without releasing her, he adjusted himself so he could sit next to her. “Was that so hard?” He chuckled. Dee snorted but didn’t move. She enjoyed the feel of Mark’s arms around her and allowed herself to rest her head on his shoulder. Mark’s right arm slipped down from her shoulder to grasp her right hand while his left hand slipped up her shoulder to her head. He patted it softly, before resting his cheek on her hair. “I could get used to this.” He whispered.    

~~~

Jinyoung walked ahead of Jay, his hands in his jeans. Jay watched his back imagining the way his shoulders moved under his thick coat, but as soon as the thought came, she banished it. She didn’t need to think of Jinyoung like that. It wasn’t healthy. Instead of watching him, she stopped in front of a nearby restaurant and examined the menu. While she often wished her body processed misery by having no appetite, it didn’t. Nothing deterred her appetite. Happy, sad, mad, confused, surprised, no matter the emotion, she could always eat and in large quantities. The menu looked good and best of all cheap. She glanced toward Jinyoung who had stopped at a vendor’s stall. She wondered if he was hungry and if she wanted to risk sitting down to a meal with him. “Hello.” She jumped at the greeting, her head snapping to face a good looking man, near her age. He smiled at her. Her returning smile felt more like a grimace. Men rarely approached her. People in general rarely approached her. She often gave off the vibe that if you did she would kill you. “Hello.” Her reply came late and stilted. “Having trouble deciding what to eat?” He nodded towards the menu “More like having trouble deciding what not to eat.” He chuckled, and her grimace-smile grew more awkward. She hadn’t meant it as a joke. “Jagiya!” Jay’s eyes widened as she whipped her head back towards Jinyoung as he approached her. Crinkles surrounded his eyes, hinting at a smile beneath his face mask. When he reached her, he placed a hand on her waist, pulling her against him. Her eyes remained wide as her breathing slowed. Warmth radiated from where his hand rested on her waist, and she began to sweat under her puffy coat. “Should we eat here?” He asked as if he hadn’t just robbed her of breath and sense. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” He said as if he just now noticed the young man she’d been talking to. “Hello.” He nodded. “Hello.” The man nodded in return. “I should be going. It was nice talking with you.” He smiled at Jay. “Goodbye.” He turned to Jinyoung, the smile faltering. “Goodbye.” Something in the idol’s expression sent him scurrying away. Jay pulled out of Jinyoung’s grasp and inhaled a deep cold breath to calm and cool herself. She needed to forget the feeling of his arm around her, or it would haunt her for the rest of her life. “What the hell was that about?” But she held up a hand before he could respond. “Actually, don’t tell me because I don’t want to know. Anyways, let’s just continue walking in silence. I enjoyed that.” She continued forward, but Jinyoung didn’t follow. He remained rooted to his spot. With a huff, she turned to face him. “Jinyoung-” “We need to talk.” He folded his arms across his chest and stared her down. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Jay said, “We did talk.” “No, you talked. It’s my turn now.” The force behind his words sent a wave of warmth to her core. She coughed to hide her flushing cheeks. “Now, would you like to talk over food?” He indicated the restaurant. “Or there is a park nearby.” “I’d rather not talk.” She flashed him her cheesiest grin, but the look in his eyes melted it right off her face. “The park. I talk best when I’m walking.” He nodded and moved to stand beside her. Walking in step with each other, Jinyoung guided them to the park. He maintained his silence as they moved down a gravel path. Other couples passed by them, huddled together for warmth, and Jay wondered if the park had been a bad choice. They continued in silence which drove Jay crazy. She wanted to break it, but she wasn’t ready for what Jinyoung had to say. She wanted to run, but she wasn’t ready to take the cowards way out. So she walked beside Jinyoung and waited. “I have some questions.” Jinyoung finally said, as he returned his hands to his pockets. “And I just want you to answer yes or no.” He glanced over at her, and she nodded. “You stopped talking to me because you like me.” Jay glared at the boy, but he either didn’t notice the eyes boring into the side of his head or purposely ignored them. “No.” She hissed, staring straight ahead and crossing her arms. “You have to answer truthfully.” “You never said that.” She huffed. “You just said I have to answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’.” He nodded his acknowledgment. “But since you confirmed you were lying, I know the answer is yes.” “I never confirmed anything.” She grumbled, and Jinyoung chuckled. “Next question. You like me but don’t think I could like you.” The answer stuck in her throat as pressure built up behind her eyes. She rubbed at them and let out a sigh. It had been hard enough telling him all of this at the restaurant. Why did he want her to say it again? “Yes.” She gazed at the trees on her right, hiding her face in the hood of her coat. “The reason you think I couldn’t like you is because I am a calm, collected, and, for lack of a better word, a traditional man, and you’re none of those things.” “Yes.” Maybe if she answered quickly, the questioning would end sooner, and she could find an empty grave to curl up in. “You think I should be with a girl who is calm and collected and traditional?” “Is your next question going to be ‘Can you help me pick her out’?” She bit back. She stopped and turned to face him, stone faced. “Because the answer is yes. I made a nice long list of all the girls that would be better for you than me.” Jinyoung paused, his only movement the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. His eyes searched her face, chipping away at the stone until her emotions were on full display. “You really did?” He finally asked. She nodded and cleared her throat, forcing her tone to sound flippant. “Yes. Call it a coping mechanism or a reality slap. I don’t know. Does it matter?” Instead of answering her question, Jinyoung said, “Last question. Do you think you get to decide who I like and why I like them?” Despite only having two answers to choose from, Jay floundered for a response. Jinyoung’s soul piercing gaze didn’t help either. “No.” She stuttered. “Then I get to decide.” His eyes held hers. “You said that was your last question.” Jay swallowed. “I wasn’t asking you. I was telling you.” He took a step towards her, and her breath froze in her lungs. “I get to decide who I like and why. And I have decided that I like you. And I have decided that I like you because you’re a loud and ridiculous firecracker who makes stupid wishes that land her in messes. But also because you’re fiercely loyal to people you consider a friend, because you make me laugh, and because you’re always ready to murder Yugyeom.” 

She snorted at that and dropped her head, breaking eye contact which gave her the chance to breath again. She took several deep breaths as tears slipped down her face. Swiping at them, she hoped Jinyoung wouldn’t notice, but he slipped his hands under her chin, raising it so she faced him again. “I’m not saying we should start dating. I’m saying you shouldn’t shut me out because you think I couldn’t like you, and I’m hoping that you’ll continue to talk to me so that we can date in the future.” He nodded at her, and she mimicked the movement. His eyes crinkled with a smile as he released her chin. “Just know you haven’t seen a fourth of my crazy. I’ve been hiding it because I didn’t think you could handle it.” She turned from him and started walking again. He chuckled and matched her pace.   “You’re saying you do crazier things than switching bodies with a Kpop idol?” He quirked his head to the side, his lower lip sliding over his upper. “Ye-yesss… okay maybe not crazier than that, but a different kind of crazy.” Jinyoung nodded. “Okay, but you’re also going to see my crazy side.” “You don’t have a crazy side.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were an expert on Park Jinyoung.” He scoffed. “Yeah, I probably should have told you earlier, but I’m an expert on all Park Jinyoungs. I actually have a Doctorate on Park Jinyoung.” She rolled her shoulders and added a little strut to her walk. Coughing to hide a chuckle, Jinyoung asked, “Did you get it from Park Jinyoung University?” “Yes!” Jay widened her eyes in surprise. “How did you know about Park Jinyoung University?” “Where do you think all the Park Jinyoungs go to university? I would think someone who has a Doctorate would know that and that we get to decide who we do and don’t like.” The idol slid his arms behind his back and locked his hands together, looking ever the scholar. Jay nodded. “Yes, well, I may have fallen asleep during a couple classes. There were so many classes I had to take, and I needed to sleep at some point.” “So many classes?” “Hundreds.” “What was your favorite?” “The Anatomy of Park Jinyoung.” The idols cheeks flushed beneath his face mask as he burst out laughing, a full bodied laugh which arrested his movement. Jay watched and thought the only thing which could make the moment better would be if he wasn’t wearing that stupid face mask.

[a-diary-for-seoulmates]

Cafe!au with jinyoung, where you open the little shared coffee/book cafe early in the morning. Setting up,decorating, etc.

Sorry this is so late... I went on a bit of a hiatus I guess. I hope you enjoy this though!

[Oct. 3, 2019 8:27 AM]

October always seemed to bring the best in Jinyoung. You didn’t know why, and you really didn’t question it. You simply enjoyed the brighter, more playful nature your husband seemed to exhibit (though that isn’t to say he was never bright and playful any other time.)

You’d just finished taking the batch of pumpkin muffins from the oven and had barely gotten them out of the baking tin when Jinyoung showed up to steal one. This same thing had happened so many times that it barely phased you; you didn’t even look up as you addressed the issue. “Those are for customers. Last I checked you weren’t paying for anything here.” Your said with a soft, teasing smirk as you continued preparing the little café. Jinyoung could do nothing more than give an equally teasing smirk as he hopped up on the counter beside you.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to steal from you if you hadn’t rushed me out the door without breakfast.”

You looked up at him only after putting the remainder of the batch in the display case, “I wouldn’t have to rush you out the door if you’d get up on time.”

“I would’ve gotten up when the alarm went off had someone not kept me up so late last night.” By now he’d finished his muffin and managed to trap you between his legs as he sat up on the counter still. His words brought a blush over your cheeks as memories from the night before popped into your head. You tried to avoid eye contact, but your innocence only fueled his cheeky behavior. Jinyoung quickly tilted your chin up before swooping down and leaving a couple playful pecks to your lips. Pecks slowly turned into lingering kisses and lingering kisses slowly grew deeper... at least until the bell over the front door chimed. The two of you reluctantly separated and looked in the direction of the noise.

“Looks like you have a customer... guess that means you should be getting back to work.” You turned back to your husband with a pout as you watched him hop down from the counter and pick up his coffee.

“I guess you’re right.” He mumbles with a soft sigh. You let him pull you in for one last, lengthy kiss before he headed back towards his side of the shop. Just before he reached the threshold he turned around and winked, “We’ll pick this back up later.”

October brought out the best in Jinyoung, but maybe it brought out the worst in him as well.