#youngjae fanfiction

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honey || s. eric

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: sohn eric x fem!reader, established relationship, smut (minors dni!), starts very very soft and gets very very flithy LOL, yes this is self-indulgent and i will not apologize

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 2.7k

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: explicit 18+ content, switch!eric, swearing, unprotected sex, oral (m. rec), shower sex, praise, eric sohn (he deserves his own warning)

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: this has been in the drafts for WAY too long and i just decided to finish it in the back of my class (yes i'm insane)

now playing - over and over - jimmy brown, rovv; sip sip - jimmy brown, rovv, sweet the kid; everyday - jimmy brown ft sweet the kid

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From the moment you wake up in the morning, sun peeking through the blinds, the world outside made brighter by almost a foot of snow piled on the ground, Eric is suffocating you.

His arms are wrapped tightly around you from behind, head pressed to your back, legs tangled with yours beneath several thick blankets. It’s not unlike Eric to be clingy, but it isn’t just affection keeping him extra close—you can tell when you shift and he tightens his hold on you, shivering at the cold air your movement lets into the blankets. In response to your body moving around, Eric pulls you back to his chest, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t go.” He whispers, voice hoarse. He must have just woken up, too.

“I’m not.” You softly promise, and Eric hugs your body somehow closer to himself, arms crossing your stomach to hold your waist, legs tangling with yours, pressing a light, almost unnoticeable kiss to your shoulder.

You lay with him there in silence for a few moments, senses sharpening as you wake up fully. Every minute or so, Eric presses a kiss or two along your back, making you sigh in content. There really isn’t a better way to spend lazy mornings than with him.

You shift again, and Eric whines when the movement lifts the blankets and lets in frigid air. But he loosens his hold enough for you to turn and face him, getting a good look at his sleepy eyes and disheveled state. You note, heart melting a bit, that he wore his favourite faded grey University of California sweater to sleep in an attempt to keep himself warmer, hood pulled over his messy brown hair. He’s so cute it makes your brain short circuit when he opens his eyes, meeting your gaze and letting his head slump onto your shoulder. “It’s so cold.”

“It’s January.” You whisper back, and he whines. 

“It’s -10 F, I don’t care what month it is.”

You laugh softly, and Eric’s mouth twists into a half smile at the sound. Slowly, his cold hands find yours and intertwine your fingers together. You watch affectionately as he lifts your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles tenderly in a way that has your heart skipping a beat. And when he pauses to look at you with a small, teasing smile, you know he’s doing it on purpose to make you flustered. Which only makes your stomach do several more backflips when he holds your gaze and presses a lingering kiss to your palm. 

“Your hands are so cold.” He comments, kissing the tips of your fingers, successfully making your heart melt for the nth time this morning.

“So are yours.” You whisper back and he groans.

“I know, it’s fucking freezing.” 

You laugh gently, holding up your joined hands and following his lead, pressing a couple kisses to his icy fingers. When you look back at him, his mouth is spread in a smile, eyes absolutely full of adoration. Eric is always very attentive to you, preferring to show his love for you through thoughtful actions rather than words, so when you make the effort to return one of his loving gestures, he falls for you all over again. 

“My nose is really cold, too.” He says automatically, hoping you’ll get the hint. You smile, dropping his hands to cup his face with your palms, planting a kiss, then another on the tip of his nose, tinged pink- and he’ll refuse to say whether the colour is actually from the cold or from your lips on his skin, your soft giggle in his ear, your warm breath on his cheeks.

His next sentence comes out breathless. “My lips, too.” 

Laughing, you meet his lips with yours, and Eric all but melts against your mouth, hands bracing on your stomach, then bunching your sweater in his fists. Your brain turns to static as he curls into you, kissing you slowly for what feels like a minute and an hour at the same time, before you pull away. 

“Better?” You ask, teasingly.

Eric’s eyes take a second to focus on you, dazed and sparkling. He breathes out a short laugh, mumbling, “getting there,” before tilting his head to reconnect your lips with his. One hand reaches to hold your face close to his, and you can’t help but smile into the kiss, feeling his own mouth lift in a grin. 

You let the seconds blur into streaks of muted colours, Eric’s thumb applying light pressure on your jaw to tilt your face closer to his as he kisses you slowly, pulling on your bottom lip in a way that has your stomach twisting into knots. His other hand has slipped around to the small of your back, pressing your body to his- and you’re certain this time, it isn’t for warmth. Your hands slide up his torso, finding warmth under his sweatshirt and over his stomach and making Eric gasp at your frigid fingers on his skin.

“Don’t see how that helps keep me warm.” He whines against your lips, to which you loop your fingers under his waistband and tug his hips close to yours.

“What if I had a better idea?”

Eric’s eyes flicker open to look into yours. His smile is crooked as he nudges your nose with his. “What’s that?”

As a response, you kiss him, teasing his lips with the tip of your tongue, and leaving him chasing for more when you pull back with a smile. “Meet me in the shower in ten?”

Eric doesn’t need a sales pitch; he’s already halfway out of bed. “How about five?”

…

It actually only takes two minutes for Eric to have the shower running, steam instantly fogging up the room from how warm he’s cranked the water to battle the way you both shiver after undressing. However, you refuse to be charbroiled and adjust the water to a reasonable temperature before joining him under the stream. The shower offers plenty of space, easily taking up half of the room with dark tiles, a rainfall showerhead and several ledges with bottles, soap and other items - but that space is basically useless when Eric immediately pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You feel his smile against your skin as he murmurs into your ear, “This feels familiar.” 

You laugh softly when he kisses your shoulder, before you turn in his grasp. “So does this,” you take his hands, gently kissing the tips of his fingers before tilting your head to kiss his nose, “and this.”

It’s ridiculously endearing that no matter how many times you kiss him, he still blushes bright pink. It spreads from his cheeks to his neck to his chest, and you follow the same trail with your lips, pressing kisses to his shoulder, honey skin covered in beads of water from the steam. His hands have a light hold on your hips and he sighs, head falling sideways onto your shoulder. 

Your hands slide down his shoulders to press against his chest, allowing you to carefully push him backwards until his back hits the cold tile, making him gasp. His hands tighten on your hips as yours wind through his damp hair, your parted lips finding his. The softest moan falls from Eric’s lips as you kiss him slowly, hands flat on his chest, body pressed against his. His skin is burning under your touch as you trail your fingers down his abdomen, nails gently scratching and making Eric tense with a whine as your hands move to his hips, caging them to the wall. When your lips part from his to look at him, his eyes are heavy lidded and his cheeks are painted pink. His gaze flickers as he leans in, as if he can’t help it, like a magnet pulls his mouth to yours. He pauses to look at you through wet lashes, lips hovering a breath away from yours. “Don’t stop.” He murmurs desperately, fingers digging into your skin, keeping you close.

“Not planning on it.” You whisper in return, giving him a smile that he mirrors when you press your lips back to his momentarily. Then you pull away and do something he doesn’t expect, sliding your hands down his thighs as you get to your knees.

You keep your gaze on Eric’s face, watching his eyes grow wide and his skin flush a more violent pink hue. His hands are frozen in place where your hips had been seconds ago. You smile; if such a simple action as you kneeling can cause him to malfunction, you’re not sure how long he’ll be able to handle you actually giving him head, especially this early in the morning. You carefully reach to hold his hardening dick in one hand and gently run your nails over the length; instantly, Eric’s body tenses and he draws a sharp inhale through his teeth, a small sound that balances delicately between a whimper and a moan echoing from his chest. His arms cross his chest, hands holding opposite shoulders in an attempt to distract himself from your teasing, fingers digging into the skin as you repeat the action, lifting his dick and dragging your fingers down to the tip. This time, he definitely moans, and loudly.

“Ah—shit—” 

The stream of short, breathy whines that follows is a direct result of your mouth pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to his erection. You drag your tongue along his length and Eric is unsuccessful in his attempt to mask a loud, drawn out moan as his head falls back. Bracing your hands on his thighs, you part your lips and wrap them around the tip of his cock, eyes never leaving Eric’s face. He can’t seem to look back at you, pupils blown out and unfocused, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. When you take his length deeper into your mouth, seated heavily on your tongue, Eric sucks in a breath, hands flying from their place on his shoulders to the wall behind him, palms pressed flat against the tile.

“O-oh my god, baby—” his following whine is breathy and strained, only encouraging you to take him in further, teeth slightly dragging along his length. His mouth drops open as pleasure pulses in waves through his body, eyes rolling as he shallowly bucks his hips with a muffled whimper. “Sorry, sorry—” 

You look up at him through your lashes, and his voice breaks off with a whine as you suck in your cheeks. His knees nearly buckle, hands curling into fists as he fights to urge to move again. 

“God-” he drags out the word, head tilting back to expose his flushed neck and chest, glistening with perspiration. “F-feel so good, fuck, you’re so good—”

Eric’s rambling is proof of just how good you’re making him feel, and you take pride in the desperation that clings to each word he manages to get out between whiny breaths and choked moans. You pull back slowly, dragging your tongue along the underside of his dick before moving back, taking more, grazing your teeth over the sensitive surface. Eric’s hips lift again, thighs trembling as he speaks, “Like that, like that— oh—”

You repeat the movement several times, sucking slowly with every bob of your head. Eric only gets louder, moaning and whining as you apply greater pressure with your mouth to bring him closer to climax. His dick pulses, heavy on your tongue, and he ruts his hips with a low groan, eyes flickering and head bowing. “G-God, baby, I’m close…”

You hum in encouragement, swirling your tongue purposefully over his tip, but immediately Eric’s hand flies to your chin, holding you still before you can continue.

“Ah- wait, wait,” he pants out, dazed eyes finding yours with desire so palpable you could touch it on his skin. His thumb slides across your jawline, coated in condensation. “I wanna come inside you, honey…” he murmurs, and heat swims through your body at his request. “Please? Can I?”

Nodding quickly, you stumble to your feet with the help of Eric’s hands on your elbows, standing before him with rolling anticipation in your gut. He takes a second to pause and tuck loose, wet strands of your hair behind your ear, eyes never leaving yours, lust swimming through them so clearly you can feel yourself pulled closer to him, a gravitational tug that forces you forward until your lips hover next to his. 

You can see in his dark irises the moment he breaks.

“Come here,” Eric pleads, grabbing your waist and pulling you directly to him. Your body curves into his and your mouth latches back to his, hands winding behind his neck and threading through his hair. He groans in relief at your touch, and guides your hips to press against his. Stumbling slightly, he spins you, holding your body up against the cold tile. You grab at his shoulders as his kisses move to your neck, mouth latching to your skin, teeth nipping to leave dark bruises along his path. One hand of yours slips down his abdomen, tracing his toned, tensed muscles before clutching at his leaking dick. Eric’s head drops into your shoulder with a moan against your skin as his body shudders, hips canting. Before you know it, he’s lining himself up with your pussy, rubbing through your soaked folds, murmuring, “ready?” And with a nod of assent from you, he’s sliding carefully into you. 

The stretch makes your eyes roll back as you clutch onto Eric’s shoulders, head falling back onto the tile wall as he hisses and curses under his breath, rutting his hips to bury himself inside you. You can feel him pulsing, and it feels so fucking good. Your mind is spinning, skin slick with condensation and sweat from the steam of the hot shower and the arousal in your veins. You can barely even form his name, repeated like a prayer on your tongue as he eventually bottoms out, leaving you feeling dizzy and seeing stars. Eric’s faring even worse, head falling into your neck, heavy breaths and whimpers hot on your skin, body shivering over yours, skin flushed and hot to the touch.

“You’re fucking perfect—” his grip on your hips only tightens as he begins to thrust. Hardly a minute passes before he’s moving faster, desperate for friction. “Shit… feel s’warm, s’good,” he chokes out between moans, and you respond with your own sounds of pleasure, reaching to grab his face and forcefully pull his mouth to yours in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. The assertive action nearly makes Eric lose it then and there, but if there’s one thing Eric’s ego can’t take, it’s coming before you do. He frees one hand enough to move it to your clit and rub, immediately turning your legs to jelly and causing your pussy to squeeze around him.

Eric mouth falls open against yours in a beautiful moan, “Fuck, baby.”

“There, there-”

Tension only builds in your gut, and eventually you’re both trembling against each other’s bodies, spent and seconds from your highs. 

“C-close-” you moan, hands slipping down his arms to grip his biceps, feeling the firm muscles under your touch, tensing with each thrust that’s growing shakier with each moment. Your head is spinning, and all you can feel is heat, and Eric’s slick skin and his hot, trembling breath on your face.

Voice laced with desperation, Eric whispers on your lips, “Come for me, baby.”

And you do, letting the knot in your gut come undone with a moan, head falling back as white floods your vision and your high washes through you in a rushing current of pleasure. With a strained, high pitched groan, Eric follows suit, tensing and releasing, filling you up with several deep thrusts before collapsing into your chest. 

You both take a minute to catch your breath; the only sounds are your heaving pants and the ever steady stream of the shower. Eric’s hands still hold your waist, slowly loosening as he pulls out and leans back into you, thumbs sliding against your skin in an absentminded motion.

You, in return, let your hands slide up his arms and gently rub his shoulders. With a smile, your lips press softly to his temple before you whisper, “Still cold?”

Eric huffs out a laugh, arms winding around you, pulling you backwards with him under the stream of water, “Definitely not.” He murmurs back with a smirk, kissing your neck gently in return.

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Beautiful Thing | 08

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jackson, wait—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I've been skydiving—"

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

"Okay, but I'd die to protect you!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Absolutely not."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is this about my dandelion tattoo?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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where do y'all read your fics these days?

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[kwanisms]

please note that I am no longer actively writing for got7 and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

— oneshots

»» First Time ♧ i. jaebeom

➥ 3.1k; Y/N's first time with her boyfriend

»» Second Time ♧ i. jaebeom

➥ 3.1k; ever since her first time with her boyfriend, Y/N has felt like he was holding back. so she decides to see for herself what he's really like in bed.

»» Never Mine ♤ w. jackson

➥ 2.3k; jackson has fallen in love with Y/N, only there's a problem. Jinyoung is her boyfriend.

»» the Day Death Fell in Love ♤♧ p. jinyoung

➥ 12.5k; they say you only become a grim reaper if you've done something terrible in a past life. Whether or not that's true, Jinyoung didn't care. He had a job to do and he did his job well, guiding souls to the afterlife. That is, until he met Y/N.

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Tear You Apart | Ch.3

Pairing:  GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.

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Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Despite their busy and immortal lives, the boys try to have dinner together as often as possible. Gathering around the large oak table in their dining room, they share laughs and stories of the day. Relaxing and unwinding as a family.

"So, maknaes," Jaebeom starts. "I hear you had to provide some backup on Canal. How did that go?"

"We went to see Selah. I'm so sorry," Youngjae immediately folds and bows his head, hoping to be spared.

Bam sucks his teeth. "Youngjae, what the fuck man?"

"You did what?" Jaebeom asks calmly. Too calm.

The sound of silverware hitting plates echoed in the now quiet room.

"Aw shit, boys, why did you do that?" Mark asks.

"We only wanted to see her." Yugyeom adds with a pout. "We didn't even talk to her." He says leaning towards Youngjae.

Jinyoung must've caught that because he immediately followed up. "Bam. What about you?"

"Whatever. I talked to her. And I got her number."

All the older brothers sigh. Jaebeom continues to look. His chin starts to protrude.

"Son, why did you do that when we have her number?" Mark asked.

"I'm sorry, were we going to start texting her and tell her we looked up everything about her beforehand?" He laid it out. "I'm playing the boyfriend game." He leans back, looking proud of himself.

Jaebeom was pissed, but he was trying not to show it. He had a plan, and this... He stands, pushing his chair back to leave. "I'm going out."

"Either you've messed up so badly that he needs to go prepare to send you back or..." Jackson pauses. "Actually, I don't know what else he could be doing. Nice knowing you, Bam. I'll see you in 50 years."

Jinyoung chimes in with a disapproving tone, "You do know Jackson went to meet her as well? What will she think? We're meant to be playing this smart, and you've gone and added another complication to the situation. Yeah, Jaebeom should send you back."

"I fucked up, huh?" Bam says, hanging his head.

Mark, though known for his temper, is actually quite gentle with his brothers. Particularly the younger ones, and tries to comfort them. "Did you fuck up? Yes. But it will be okay. JB won't send you back."

"He might strangle you, though." Jackson says he is taking a bite of his food.

Mark gives him a 'stop that' look.

"What? Bammie, I invited Selah to the club. How do we explain to her that out of pure coincidence, she met both of us on the same day and that we know each other? You might have to miss the opening."

Bam lets out a puff of air ready to protest.

"That's actually not a bad idea." Jinyoung says. "You three will not be at the opening."

The younger ones begin to protest. Jinyoung holds his hand up and says, "Save it. This is perfect. Perhaps Jaebeom won't murder you if we can salvage this."

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The weekend arrives, and everybody is a bundle of nerves. After adjusting plans, the boys feel like they're actually in a better place. Feeling that perhaps it would be easier to introduce her to four of them versus all seven.

The maknaes are on warehouse duty for the night, and they couldn't have been more sour about it.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into going with you. Now look at me." Youngjae pouts, looking into the distance.

Bam rolls his eyes and says, "Well, you hardly put up a fight at a gentle suggestion."

Yugyeom chuckles a bit. "You did come along pretty easily. We should just be happy we didn't get banished."

"Valid point. But I want to meet her now." Youngjae says.

Yugy juts his lip out, "Me too."

"Yeah she's great. Glad I talked to her when I did." Bam says proudly.

The other two side eye him.

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Selah arrives at the club accompanied by her friend Brianca. She's feeling good about how she looks. The little black dress she has on is her favorite among the many in her closet. The tiny straps sit upon her glittering shoulders. The bodice fits tight on her chest with a side split that causes the material to lay nicely over her ass. Matched with a flattering pair of heels that elongate her legs and strap around her ankles is giving her a confidence boost. Not to mention, she smelled amazing.

She's hoping to see Jackson. Bam hasn't texted her. Which made her a bit sad, as she was hoping he would. But she figured she would at least have a good time, get her mind off the week, and look good if for nobody but herself

"Girl, this club is nice!" Brianca says to Selah. "And you said he's the owner?"

"That's what he said. So I'm not sure I'll easily bump into him." Selah responds by surveying the area.

"Let's get a drink!" Brianca suggests.

At the bar, Brianca has already been approached by a couple of guys and is chatting one up. She has a very inviting aura, so it's no surprise she's already deep in conversations.

At one point she leans over to Selah, "omg girl. This is that guy I told you about. That I went out with a couple of weeks ago." "The one with the.." Selah wiggles her brows. 

"Yes him." Brianca exclaims trying not to let him hear.

Selah chuckles, "well it looks like you're in for a wild night."

"Here's hoping." Brianca cheers with her friend and turns back to her presumed date for the evening.

As Selah is enjoying her cocktail, she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder that sends shivers throughout her body. Looking to her left, she sees Jackson. Managing her reaction, she doesn't smile too hard. "Jackson, hi."

"Selah, you made it." He's grinning from ear to ear. He takes a second to look her up and down. Without realizing it, he's licking his lips. "You look amazing."

This causes her to blush hard and look away briefly. "Thank you. You look great yourself, and your club is amazing."

"Thank you. I spotted you and wanted to be sure I had a chance to speak while things were going smoothly."

He needed to get her away from her friend and up to the private room. He can tell she cares about her and won't want to leave her alone or unsafe. But it appears luck was on his side.

"Brianca." Selah is turning to get her friend's attention to introduce her to Jackson. "This is Ja-."

But she's being lead to the dance floor by the guy she was chatting with. She looks back and smiles big at her friend. Quickly surveying the guy next to Selah she gives her a 'go get em' look.

"Well I was going to introduce you but nevermind I guess." She laughs.

Jackson sighs internally with relief, "No worries, we can meet later. She looks like a good time."

"Oh she's a blast in a glass. She'll be entertained for hours."

"In that case, would you like me to show you around?" Jackson asks as he holds his hand out for her.

"Sure. I'd like that, we sort of b-lined to the music, so I haven't seen the rest."

He leads her through the crowd and back toward the foyer. The place is actually quite large with a few different areas. One being the bigger bar and dance floor area they just left. Jackson shows her around the bottom floor. Even showing her a few behind the scene places before leading her into a lounge area. It's decorated in gold, with soft lighting and slow music, this makes for a nice area to chat.

"One of my brothers designed this room. He thought it would be a good idea to add an area that was much less chaotic than the traditional club atmosphere." Jackson explained.

"Oh you have a brother?" Selah asks.

"Yes, six actually." He leads her to the bar to order himself a drink. "Would you like anything?"

"Whatever you're having. Unless it's vodka." She makes a disgusting face.

Jackson chuckles and signals to the bartender, "please send over two glasses of Hennessy and ice. Thanks T."

"You got it boss." The bartender responds.

Jackson turns his attention to Selah, "Come, let's have a seat."

Settling in, Jackson takes this time to get a really good look at her. She's perfect. They begin a back and forth conversation that flows with ease. He asks her questions about herself that he already knows the answers to, but he loves hearing her talk, so this isn't a problem.

She asks about his business endeavors and he explains to her how he owns this a few other nightclubs. He mentions the corporation that his family runs, not the illegal things, obviously.

"So you have 6 brothers. That had to be hectic growing up." Selah comments.

"You could say that again. We're not exactly blood brothers, more very close friends, but we're brothers in just about every other way. We sort of came together at different times but we've been together ever since." She's listening intently. Jackson hasn't even used his gifts to any degree and she's already hooked on his every word. "Three of them are here now. I was hoping to introduce you actually. They've been dying to meet you."

"Oh, you've told them about me?" She's shocked, they only met briefly. "And you want me to meet them?"

He smiles and grabs her hand, gently caressing it. "Of course, we tell each other everything. So when I met a gorgeous woman, I told them immediately."

She was a bit hesitant but the moment Jackson touches her, she gets those same shivers. Being near Jackson, she finds herself alot more willing to go along with just about anything he says. Especially when he touches her.

She blushes, "Okay, sure."

He beams at her, "You're going to love them."

"I should text my friend and let her know."

This irritates Jackson. But he hides his displeasure. "Sure, no problem. "

He needs her alone and he didn't want to manipulate her to do it but this is becoming tedious. How do normal people live like this.

"Oh, she actually messaged to say she left with that guy. I must've missed it. I guess i'm all yours." Selah explains.

"Perfect." Jackson stands and extends his hand to help her up.

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Leading her out of the lounge and through the club to the stairs, Selah feels lightheaded. She feels as if she's walking to another world. The decor is also darker upstairs. The walls are a blood red velvet with black damask patterning. The lighting is low and the music from downstairs is faded and becomes more faint the deeper they walk.

"Continuing the tour," Jackson starts. "This top floor has a few private rooms that special guests can use, as well as the offices."

He stops at a door at the end of the hall and on the other side, Selah knows deep down, everything will change once she steps in. Jackson opens the door and gestures for her to enter.

The room is spacious, continuing the same dark motif, but the colors are a darker green and black with gold accents. There's a full-sized bar and and lounge area with a large window across the way for a view of the entire dance floor from above. 

And scattered about the room are three of the finest men Selah has ever seen, apart from Jackson. It nearly takes her breath away. They are dressed in finely tailored suits, like Jackson, and they have this something about them she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe this was a mistake. She thinks.

Jackson places his hand on the small of her back and moves her further into the room, "Selah, these are three of my brothers." He points to one at the bar with a short haircut and a dazzling smile that warms her heart. "This is Mark, the oldest."

"Hello gorgeous, lovely to meet you." He finishes making his drink and comes to settle in a chair next to the couch.

"And this absolute cutie..." pointing to other one with a short haircut. His lips grab her attention and she can't help but stare at them. He chuckles slightly and bites his bottom lip. She had to stop her knees from giving out. Did he do that on purpose. "...is Jinyoung."

He rolls his eyes, "Could you not introduce me that way." He gives her a smile staring directly in her eyes making her melt.

"Why? Is he not adorable Selah?" Jackson turns to ask her. She blushes from being put on the spot. Jackson laughs. "And lastly but certainly not least, this is Jaebeom. He is our leader."

Calling this man gorgeous would be an understatement. With longer hair styled perfectly sitting across his neck. Selah couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run her fingers through it. She's cursing herself for how hard she is crushing on her crush's brothers.

He nods her direction. "Nice to meet you Selah, you can call me Jay B."

Her head swims. "Nice to meet you all"

"Come let's sit." Jackson moves them to a loveseat next to Jaebeom and across from Mark. Jinyoung has his eyes trained on her.

All four of them are drawing her in, with their confidence and captivating aura. But just beyond that is something tugging at her, whispering danger. She's watching herself wade further into the waters. What is happening...

Tags: @openup-yourmind

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ᥫ᭡ the boyz masterlist

ᥫ᭡ guide: angst (a), fluff (f), suggestive (sg)

ᥫ᭡ kim sunwoo

why do i even like him? (f).(a)

ᥫ᭡ sohn youngjae

san sebastian (f) - part one

goodbye san sebastian (f) - part two

[fandomnovella-blog]

The Bad Boy: Im Jaebeom

It was the senior prank day and that usually meant chaos! Last year some students toilet papered the school oak tree! God knows what was gonna happen this year! The pranks got more extravagant as the years passed! You walked into school a little weary of what you’d find! You held your binder close to you ready to bat away anything that might be about to splatter, explode or spray in your direction. You didn’t wanna take any chances and stayed away from the most crowded places in the school. To your confusion, the day passed pretty normally although every time you turned a corner you thought a bucket would land on your head. You checked your phone to make sure that the date was right. It was. So where were the pranks? Where was the screaming, running and laughing? You were slightly disappointed at this year’s turnout. You didn’t have to be for long. You were walking down the corridor of the beauty studies block, when someone grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the nearest empty classroom! You closed your eyes in terrified anticipation!

“Why are you closing your eyes?” Asked a voice laced with laughter. You peeked through your eyelashes and saw… oh nooo. Jaebeom, panting in front of you. His three piercings sparkling as they dangled from his ears. Get a run in with him and you were either in trouble with him or because of him and he didn’t care about either. You definitely didn’t want to get in trouble because of him and you didn’t much like the idea of being stuck in summer detention WITH him either. “I thought…you would throw something at me…cos, you know, Prank day.” You said meekly still flinching against the wall.

He bent down so you were at eye level. “Really now,” he said coyly “And what did you think I would throw?”

“I don’t know,” You said shakily “Eggs?”

“Did you really think I would be that sloppy?” He asked you through breathless chuckles, “Eggs? Really?! This isn’t 1985.” You felt a little stung.

“Well, you didn’t. That’s the main thing.” You said as you straightened up. You eyed the door, thinking of any excuse to put 1000 kilometres between you two. It wasn’t worth your college application to stay near him. “Listen,” you said quickly.

“This has been great and all but- “

“Today’s your lucky day Y/N! You’re gonna be my accomplice!” said Jaebeom smirking.

 “I have managed to get through today without getting pelted, attacked drenched or jumpscared. I’m not gonna stop that streak.” You said backing away.

“And I’m not getting caught and put in detention on Senior Prank Day either, at least, not alone,” said Jaebeom. “So, either you help me keep my streak or lose your squeaky clean rep. Your choice.” He folded his arms his arms, smirking, and waited for your response. You hung your head.

He chuckled and then, and then turning around in front of you said, “How do I look?”

You glanced at him quickly, “That’s a dumb question, you know you always look…” then you actually took a good look at him and was surprised to see that he was…well…scruffy! It was like he had been rolling around in a barn; feathers and bits of straw were hanging from his hair and clothes.

 “Well, I have to say you don’t look as good as you usually do.”

“You think I look good?” said Jaebeom smirking triumphantly at the annoyance on your face.

“You know that’s not what I me- “

 “I ran into a little chicken trouble.” He said cutting you off your excuse.

“Chicken trouble?” You began to ask curiously, then shaking your head said quickly “Actually don’t tell me. The less I know the better.”

“So, are you gonna help me or not?”

“I haven’t got a choice, have I?” You sighed defeated, “What do you want me to do?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Help clean me up?”

“I don’t carry that sort of stuff with me.” You said holding out your hands to indicate they were empty.

“Look around you” he said “We’re in the beauty block.”

“Yeah, but all the beauty supplies are locked up af-“ you never got to finish your sentence. Jaebeom had found a hair pin picked the lock of the supply closet and was taking out spray, a hair dryer, some product and a comb.

 “Now can you clean me up?”

Sighing, you began to brush his head roughly with your hand; trying to finish your task as soon as possible.

“Jeez! Why are you being so heavy handed?” winced Jaebeom, shielding his head from any more of your swipes.

“Cry-baby.” You muttered under your breath, but you took the straw and feathers out of his hair gentler, making sure not to miss a single strand. When it was all out of his hair, you took the comb, slicked his hair back and sprayed it so it would stay in place. “All done! Now can I leave?!” you said impatiently. Without saying a word to you he stuck his head around the door.

“Not just yet” he said, looking over your shoulder. “Miss F is walking down the hall.”

“That’s not my problem!” you said defiantly  You turned to leave but he suddenly spun you around and held you close, his hands on your hips and your noses almost touching.  You went to push him away, but he held firm staring in your eyes with an intensity you had never seen before, he said slowly and quietly  “Just look this way.” You heard the door open.

“Honestly, Jaebeom? Here?” Said the teacher. She gestured towards where you both stood.

“Well, what can I do Miss?” Said Jaebeom with a smirk “We needed somewhere more…private for our date! People were running around everywhere!” You turned red and resisted the urge to gag. If you got in trouble because of him…

 “I really didn’t need to know” Said Miss F, “You wouldn’t have anything to do with 12 chickens would you?” You choked! So THAT explains the chicken trouble.

“Nothing Miss.” Said Jaebeom innocently.  She eyed him suspiciously, of course she wouldn’t believe a word he said, he was IM JAEBEOM!

“So, what’s all THAT on the floor?” she asked looking at the mess of straw and feathers from Jaebeom’s hair. He opened his mouth to speak but you jumped in quickly,

“That was me, Miss!! You told me to work on my texturing in art class so I decided to use feathers, sorry for the confusion.” and you hastily bent to pick them up. It didn’t sound believable to you at all but you hoped and prayed to all the gods that she would fall for it; and anyway, you weren’t lying, she HAD asked you to work on your texturing in art class.

“I see…” the teacher said quietly. It seemed to you that she was deciding whether to believe this lie, “Well, whatever the case get out of the classroom you know  they’re out of bounds at lunchtime.” And with that she left the room.

“Happy chicken hunting Miss!” called Jaebeom after her. When you were sure she had gone you stood up and stared incredulously at him,

 “I swear to God Jaebeom! You let loose twelve chickens in the school?!”

Jaebeom chuckled “Nope, I let loose 11.”

“So why- “

“We tagged them, but we purposely missed out number eleven and wrote twelve instead! They’ll be looking for that twelfth chicken for hours!” Then he considered you “You’re a good sport you know.” He said, looking over you. “I like your quick thinking!”

“I didn’t have a choice!” you said exasperated.

“Be honest with yourself. You like the thrill.”

“Not a bit.” You replied adamantly.

“We’ll see…” he said tentatively. He winked and left the room. UGH! Jaebeom! At least you didn’t get caught.

“Chickens, that really did top last year’s oak tree situation…” You muttered to yourself, “Clever of them to mis-tag the chickens!” You laughed quietly at how Senior Prank day had gone. Definitely not how you had expected. At that moment your phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number

“Told you 😉-JB.”

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Ships

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Partners

Summary: The two partners in crime that did everything together as a team for the team, were finally separated.

Oneshot

Fluff, Angst w/a happy ending, Mafia au, Hurt/comfort au

Trigger Warnings: Guns, Knives, Rescuing a spider or two, Murder, Death/Dying mentions, No main character or member death, Damnation, and Mentions of Drugs (none used or sold by reader).

Word Count: 5,582

Younghoon X Reader

[A/n: If my friend; @jinkoh never put this in my mind, my first fanfiction for the boyz probably would have probably been sweet and fluffy. Here we are… Anyways, after a few years of saying I’d write about them, now I have. And yes, of course, the reader had to be a badass. I'm still new to their personalities, so I am sorry if the characterization is off!! Fun fact: this fic starts on the same word it ends on: Another]

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Another day, another successful mission. Your team was able to find another one of your rival's hideouts and kill off several of the dealers. You high-five Younghoon as you climb out of your lookout together. He lands first on the ground. He waits for you to jump and steadies you after you hop down. You thank him before telling him, “We're such a lethal team.” He grins, and you make it to the getaway car and sit in the back with him. He speaks first, “The shot you pulled off back there?” You hum as you smirk, “Yeah?” He smiles, “I can’t believe you managed to shoot that guy in the head! We were so far away from him!” You laugh and go, “What about you? Mr. I pulled off the ending shot. You killed the guy who we’ve been after for months!” He smirks, “I did, didn’t I?” You both laugh, and Sunwoo goes, “You lovebirds done? I almost got my ass kicked back there.” You roll your eyes, and Younghoon goes, “You’re just jealous 'cause Youngjae bested a big opponent in hand-to-hand combat.” “You two saw where I was and couldn’t kill the guy for me?” You shrug, “If you didn't have it under control, he would have been shot by us.” Younghoon continues, “We had bigger fish to fry anyway.” Sunwoo rolls his eyes, and Youngjae is the last to hop into the vehicle, “Alright, who’s ready for ramen!?” You all grin and yell, “Me!”

You all laugh as you eat a hearty meal before retiring to your rooms. You hold the door open for Younghoon, and he follows you in, groaning, “I’m ready to retire for the night.” You laugh, “Me too.” You wash up first before letting him have the bathroom. You hear a cry of, “Why is it always me?!” And you knock, and he goes, “S-Spider!” You laugh and open the door, and he covers up with the shower curtain, pointing and cowering away from the bug. “You may be a skilled sniper. But you certainly can’t take out a bug.” He pouts, and you smile, “I mean it kindly.” He nods, and you trap the bug and go, “I’m going to run this little guy outside.” He shivers, “Ew.” And before you exit, he goes, “For a person who shows no mercy to the devils, you certainly are gentle to bugs.” You shake your head and laugh as you leave and let the spider out of the balcony window before locking it back up.

The following morning, Sangyeon calls for a meeting. It starts well, reviewing your success of the last year. Before he sighs, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. And how we’ve been trying to eliminate our rival. And after several talks with Kevin, I’ve decided what course of action to take.” Sangyeon locks eyes with each of you, “We’re going to have to take drastic measures to end this once and for all.” You all wait for him to elaborate, and he says, “(Y/n), I’d hate to burden you with this. But you’re our keyholder. You’ll be the one to infiltrate the devils.” You couldn’t believe your ears as he continued to talk. You felt someone grab your hand and hold it tightly under the table, and you squeezed it back, reassuring him that it was okay.

Sangyeon says, “We’ll talk further. But for now, that’s what I’ve decided.” You nod, “Okay.” Younghoon immediately protests in your favor, his hand leaving yours, but you know it won’t change anything. Sangyeon has made his decision, and while he was lenient. When something favored the team, it was more important than the individuals. Not that he would assign any of you anything outside of your capabilities. Younghoon slams his hands onto the tabletop, “We’re always together! I’m (Y/n)’s partner in crime!” Sangyeon’s lips pull into a firm line, “I know. I’m sorry. But (Y/n)’s our best bet. And as much as I’d love to send Chanhee who’s always behind the scenes. He’s not a skilled marksman, like you and (Y/n).” You were the team’s sniper and weapons specialist, along with Younghoon. He begs, “Send me instead.” And you have to fight your tears as he pleads. Sangyeon shakes his head, “I can’t. They know your face when you tripped that wire when you went on that solo mission eight months ago.” Younghoon groans, and Sangyeon looks at you, “You understand, right?” You hold your voice as steady as possible, “I do…” And Younghoon looks at you, baffled before he sees the tears in your eyes. And Sangyeon leaves the room with the rest of the team to give you both time to think it over.

Younghoon waits until the door clicks before he pulls you up and into his arms. “I know you’re capable. But I don’t want you to go.” You blink back your tears, “Unlike you, I’ve never been without you on a mission. What if I’m not as good without you?” He shakes his head at you, with tears brimming his eyes, “You’ve always been better than me. You never miss a shot. You’ve always been careful. And I know without me, you’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around him, “I don’t want to go without you even though I have to.” He makes sure you’re looking him in the eyes before he says, “I have to tell you something.” You wait for him as he takes a deep breath, “You’re my partner in crime, right…” You give him a small smile, “Always.” He searches your eyes as he whispers, “I’ve always wanted you more than that. Not just in crime, I want you to be my life partner.” Your tears finally spill over at his confession. “I-I-” He shakes his head, “You don’t have to say anything back. I um- I just needed to tell you.” You cry as you finally say, “I want you too. You’ve always been my partner in more ways than I ever admitted.”

You wipe his tears as he wipes yours. You smile, “The rest of them have always called us lovebirds, it’s about time we make it true.” He laughs and agrees. Before placing his hands on either side of your cheeks and kissing you, as you quickly kiss back. You stay like that for a moment. You pull away and search his eyes, noticing the tears rolling down his cheeks. And you tell him, “I mean it, I love you.” He lays his forehead against yours, “I love you too.”

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It’s the last day you'll be here, for a short while, you hope. You hug them all goodbye. It was hard to part with them after being with them for eight years of your life. Even with tears threatening to fall, they each do their best to make you laugh as they tell you goodbye. Hyunjae hugs you last, “You’ve always out-skilled me in marksmanship. When you return, we’ll compete, and I'll win, okay?” You laugh, “My ass you’ll win!” He winks, “I guess you’ll just have to prove me wrong when you return!” They all scoot back as you approach your partner. Your tears race forward as you see his tearful eyes. He pulls you into him and hides his face into your neck for a few minutes, just taking it all in, that this would be the last time you’d hug either for a long time or forever. You hold him to you, not wanting to go just as much as he didn’t want to let you go.

“I should have told you about my feelings sooner.” You cup his cheeks, “It’s okay.” Your tears are streaming down your cheeks as he chokes back sobs, “I know you can do it. But what if… What if I waited all this time… Just for it to be too late.” You shake your head at him, and he holds you tighter in his arms, “What if you die out there and I never told you I loved you.” You sniffle, “But you did. And I love you too, don’t you dare forget that.” He cries, and you lift his chin and pull his lips to yours. After a brief kiss, you tell him, “Then it won’t be all for naught. If we live, we’ll be safe. And if not, we’ll at least die knowing we felt the same for each other.” He pulls his lips from yours and shakes his head at you, “How I wish these were different circumstances.” You laugh as you wipe your nose on a handkerchief, “Me too. But that’s why when I leave. I’ll be damned and determined to make it back to you.” He locks eyes with you, and you smile, “I’ll do everything to meet you on the other side. I’m damned to have you by my side.” You kiss his nose, and you both start to pull away when he whispers, “Are you sure I can’t bar you from leaving?” You giggle and whisper back, “Sangyeon would have your head.” He laughs, “It’d be worth it.” You wipe your eyes before shaking your head at him. You kiss him one last time before pulling away.

You sigh as you take one last look at the world you grew to love. They’re all waving goodbye, and Younghoon is waving with tears streaming down his eyes. You give them the bravest smile you can. And with a wave, you disappear into the night.

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It’s been a year since then, and you’re still in this damn place, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and get this over. All you wanted to do was to return to be by Younghoon’s side. While you were doing this for the team and you to be safe. You were also doing everything you could to thin out the mafia from the inside. From sending the crew out at the wrong place and time or committing inside jobs to move up higher in the rankings. And since you had help from the outside. The number of coworkers you have every day is less. Now, you're the kingpin's bodyguard, and when you're not guarding him, you're the head of patrol.

Your mind is in other places while standing beside your boss. You have to stay strong for not only yourself but your partner and friends. You straighten up as you imagine what shenanigans you'd be doing. Maybe Hyunjae and you'd be pranking Sangyeon. Or you'd be in your shared room cuddling with Younghoon. Holding him to you as you run your fingers through his hair. Your mind is drawn back to your boss, who is chattering about something he wants acknowledged.

He's telling you about his latest fling, and you're resisting your recoil of disgust as you nod along to him. When he finally shuts up, you go back to daydreaming. Maybe this time, unlike before, you'd share the bed instead of just a room. Perhaps you two would buy a queen-sized mattress, plop it in the middle of the room to share, and you'd be happy. You'd still have to go out and deal with the various missions. But at least it would be alongside Younghoon again. After all, it has only been a year and some months since you’ve confessed. You both didn’t know if you’d come back alive, and you’re wondering if you ever will. You’re still waiting for a sign that they’re ready.

Your mind goes back to the first few months. It wasn’t easy infiltrating the system, but you acted swiftly, getting in on training sessions in their gyms until they started to recognize you more. And then, one day, you ‘accidentally’ caught them exercising their crimes: exchanging drugs in plain daylight. So, of course, they had to make sure you kept quiet by dragging you in further. After all, you were already in their gym 24/7. What was another hour? You acted as if you didn’t know how to shoot a gun and went up the ranks rather quickly with your skills that seemed to them as natural talent. What they didn’t realize is that you weren’t naturally rising in the ranks like they thought. After two months of being the head of the patrol, you rose artificially to the main bodyguard after he mysteriously died. Now it was only a matter of time before you’d get alone with the boss without fearing interruptions from staff and fellow guards. You still had three other bodyguards to take care of. And it was still risky to kill them all when you didn’t have the signal yet.

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You're up late, retiring to your single room after finishing your shift for the night. When you get a text from an unknown number, “New to Deobi.” Your eyes light up as you hide under your covers to text back, “How did you get my number?”

New: You know I have my ways. Your rank?

You: Main bodyguard

New: Good

New: Two days

You: No way

New: Yes, way. Now, get to bed. We got our side under control.

You giggle, almost too giddy to fall asleep. Soon you’ll be out of here. You just had to get rid of the others, an easy feat after knowing how strict everyone’s schedules were with a man who needed guarding 24/7. All you need Chanhee to do is disconnect the internal alarm system. And it was smooth sailing from there. With it still on, your boss can send out a distress signal to authorities or fellow mafias. And you couldn't risk that happening.

—Meanwhile, on the other side—

Younghoon is outside of the kingpin’s bar, just doing his nightly stroll. When one of the goons comes out talking shit about everyone in their rival's group and how the job sucked. And how his fellow bodyguards were even worse, always ordering him around, “Don’t even get me started on the piece of work that's (Y/n)!” The guy groans as he goes on about you and the other guards. How dare he talk about you like that? Without a second thought, he has his gun to his head, “No, continue. See how far that gets you.” The guy gulps, “Why would you even care? You’re in our rival’s mafia.” And he smirks as he cocks it back, “Why shouldn't I?” And that’s the last thing the goon ever hears. Younghoon drags him around to the back of the bar. He pulls the guy’s gun out, unloads the bullets, and sets the gun down beside him. He shoves the remaining ones into his pocket, fiddling with them as he walks around the bar. Even if they saw him shoot the guy, there’s not much they can do, considering how thinned out they’ve become.

It killed him to have to let you go since you had fallen into the world a few weeks after him. From then, you were always together, both of you learning the world together. Sangyeon told the two of you that while you were a team, the two of you would be partners in marksmanship. Combined, your skills had outranked the rest. Which wasn’t an easy feat, considering Changmin had been the former sniper. He stepped down happily to be on field work.

Not only were you two skilled marksmen, but you became weapon specialists together. You two would stay up in your shared room, learning about artillery together and fashioning your own. It was weird to return home and not have you there beside him. And when he’d roll over to say good night to you. You weren't there on your side to say goodnight. He misses staying up with you for hours when he found you still awake. The two of you would talk about everything and nothing at all.

The absence of you ate him away. He shoved his mind into missions, doing everything to not think about you not being by his side. Even when he’d make a shot and look for you to high-five, he'd remember you weren't there. He felt empty from the inside out. The rest of his members did everything they could to comfort him. But none of them were you.

You were his partner. And when he finally got to have you as his life partner. You had to leave. He should have confessed sooner. He had so many opportunities to tell you. He could have slipped it out when you’ve finished an enemy off, telling you that he’s never seen someone make shooting a gun look so hot. But whenever he went to say them back then, it never felt like the right time, let alone the right words. It never felt right to tell you until you were about to slip away forever. He pushed himself deeply into work, and the others couldn’t do anything but try to work faster to get you back. Younghoon was shaving time left and right by killing their goons just because they looked at him funny.

Maybe it was best that you couldn't see how low he went without you. Or how little care he took of himself. But back when you were together. Whenever one of you got hurt, you were always there to patch the other up. If either of you were feeling under the weather, you’d stay by each other’s side. If you weren’t able to go, he wasn’t either. Changmin could always pick up your guy's slack. He wouldn’t leave your side when you caught the flu and took care of you even though Chanhee and Jacob yelled at him more times than he could count for staying in the same room as you while you were sick. But you'd do the same for him in a heartbeat.

The reality he grew so comfortable with is out of his grasp. He misses how you’d jump into action the second he’d shriek and take the bugs he was scared of outside. Now, as a spider spins a web in the corner of the shower, and he screams for you to get it. He sadly remembers you're not coming to his rescue. He sighs dejectedly, heading to shower in a different bathroom. It was so lonely without you. Even though he had his brothers, he didn’t have you. He missed you terribly, just like you missed him.

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The next day, as Younghoon doom scrolls, a knock comes on his door. Suspecting another mission, he rolls his eyes as he opens the door, but it’s not Juyeon, who usually doles them out. It’s Sangyeon. He moves back to let him in, “Yeah?” Sangyeon sighs, “I thought a lot about how to put this.” Younghoon waits and sits on his bed. Sangyeon stands, knowing better than to sit on your perfectly made bed, “In two days, this can go south very fast or end up in our favor. But we’ve thinned them out enough. And with Chanhee finally being able to hack into (Y/n)’s burner. We’re right at the precipice.” Younghoon gapes at him, “What?” He nods, “I know you wish to contact (Y/n)… But it’s not possible.” Younghoon sighs, “I didn't expect to. But two days? That's all we have left?” Sangyeon gives him a tight-lipped smile, “Yeah if everything goes right, we'll be home free.” He pauses before he says, “And I know you’re not a believer. But I’ve prayed that it’s all worked out. I want you to believe in us, (Y/n), and yourself even more now.” Younghoon nods, “I always do.” Sangyeon clasp his hand over his, “Especially now, okay?” He nods, “I promise.” And Sangyeon squeezes his hand one last time before getting up, “Come down for lunch, and we’ll have bigger plans to discuss.”

—Back to the devil’s headquarters—

You text Chanhee one last thing, “The alarms.” While Chanhee had it automatically deleting your messages off of the network, you deleted the texts off your device. You control your features into a deep frown, knowing if you give yourself a chance, you’ll be smiling with glee. You’re partially through your shift when he goes, “My alarms aren’t working! No one is reporting to me from the kitchens!” Your boss orders you to get their attention, “I’ll have someone come out this weekend for it. For now, I’ll use you four as my messengers. Quickly now.” You resist rolling your eyes, knowing you just had less than twenty-eight hours before all this was over. You go to the kitchen and order them to move it like he would so he can have his precious dinner. As you head back, you are thankful that Chanhee took out the alarms on your shift so your ‘boss’ didn't think you had something to do with it.

After the server brings in the meal and retreats back to the kitchen, another one of the guards comes in, “I’ve been looking all over, sir. And I can’t find Choi anywhere.” The royal fucker goes, “Where was he last?” “Probably one of your bars?” “Well, what are you waiting for? He's next on duty.” He rolls his eyes and looks at you, “Can you believe these imbeciles? Not being able to report for duty on time.” You shake your head, “No, sir. It’s painful to think someone would ditch their duties to drink through the night. I would never do such a thing.” He nods and pats your shoulder, “You never have. You never let me down. Always punctual and always there at my beck and call.” You agree, “Always.”

You don’t speak another word as he eats. It’s not for another hour until your fellow bodyguard returns, “I’ve come to report that Choi has passed.” He rolls his eyes, “Ugh, great, another one. You’re up for duty next, then.” “Yes, sir.” He shoos you away, “You’re dismissed.” You give him a nod before turning on your heel and marching out as your fellow guard replaces your spot. As you open the door, you politely say, “Good night, sir.”

You were giddy as you got ready for bed. One day, that’s all you have before you’re reunited with your best friends and partner. The worst year of your life would finally be over. And while there was no guarantee it’d be any better, at least you’d finally be able to take on the world with Younghoon again. The love of your life, you've done your best to stay alive to see him again. Having several close encounters, especially when you caught them in that drug deal in the first place. If you didn't suck up and beg to join them, you wouldn't have the chance to go back home. And now, with the day in your grasp, you can't wait for tomorrow, no matter what happens. You eat your dinner in your room as you always do on your duty nights and settle into sleep. You’d need a good night’s rest if you’d wish to pull off an impossible feat.

You wake up with a big stretch, wiping your eyes. You couldn’t help but feel glee, even though the worst part of the mission was today. You were about to return home. While everything could go south today, you were determined to pull through. You flick through your mind your plan, the last plan that Sangyeon, Kevin, and Haknyeon gave you. The priority being to get out alive after killing off the kingpin. The other men were secondary. They’d be helping you from the outside and inside. Ensuring no one that goes in comes out again.

You knew the patrol was weak because when you weren’t protecting his highness. You guarded the gate with only one person guarding the front door. Unlike when you first started, there were ten of you on guard. While your next kill is secondary, you know it'll save your ass in the end. You formulated the scheme months ago. All you'd have to do is kill off the guard on duty you were supposed to wake up and take his place as the main guard instead of heading to your scheduled location at the gate for the day. Now, it would be even easier for your team to get inside.

You shake off your grin and control your features into a perfect poker as you’ve done for the past year. You walk out of your room after arming yourself to code. You head to your fellow guard’s room. Again, you were supposed to wake him for his shift. You slip in and lock the door behind you. He starts waking up with a stir, and you shake your head, whispering, “Go back to bed. I'll take your shift.” You wait for him to settle back into sleep before you bring your knife up, and embed it into him, “I’ve always heard it’s better to pass in your sleep. Have good dreams.” You graciously lift a second blanket at the end of the bed over him, concealing the knife embedded in him.

You clean your hands in the attached bathroom and lock the bedroom door behind you. You head over to your boss’ room, and after scanning your eyeball, the door opens. And see him getting dressed for the day. You tell him, “I’d much rather serve today, sir.” He squints, “Why’s that?” “Well, I’d like Saturday off. It’s my birthday.” He nods, “I see. Why have you never mentioned it before?” You smile, “Well, I was too busy committing my life to your cause that I didn’t think of myself until it was right upon us.” He grins, “I admire that. You may trade shifts.” You hold your smile back. You just got away with murder, which will be his fatal mistake. Through the door, you tell your deceased coworker you’re taking his shift. He doesn’t reply, and no one thinks a second thought.

You lead your boss to his office, as you always do. He fiddles with his papers, “You'd think fentanyl would be selling better, considering how new this drug is.” You nod. He never wanted you to give him a reason, just wanted you to acknowledge his reports. You listen to him drown out as he flips through his papers. Like every day for the past year since meeting him, you’re resisting rolling your eyes. You always found it interesting how he’d always send people to complete missions but not go out on them. How interesting that as the kingpin, he'd never carry a gun and always have a bodyguard around him 24/7 unless he was in his inner bedroom.

Even then, the only way to enter the master suite was by scanning your eyes. His actual bedroom was off-limits to everyone, even his flings. He had an extra bed in the first room for such occasions. He didn’t trust anyone with the code, scared of dying in his sleep. And because of that, there were several to enter that room. One of which was a tongue scan. It was the safest place to be in the entire house, but you planned for that. You weren't going to let him escape to it.

However, you’d think he’d be smart enough to wear a bulletproof vest, which he required his employees to wear. Or at least carry a weapon better than the brass knuckles he always wore. While he was street smart, he certainly wasn’t home security intelligent. Considering you were right under his nose. And that would be his downfall. You hear a loud crash, and your eyes go wide as you reach for your gun. Your boss rolls his eyes, “You’d think those lousy chefs would know better than to be quiet while I was working.” You nod. Sure, that’s what that noise was, and not your friends breaking and entering. You move your hand from your gun, but your hand never parts from your side, knowing what's next to come.

It goes silent again, and that’s how it remains for the next hour. Until another crash sounds, “Because the alarms are out until Saturday. Yell out to them to knock it off.” And so you do. You open the door and yell for them to knock it off. You shut it and stand at your post just for the guard who was supposed to guard the front door rushed inside, “We’re under attack!” It’s not you who gasps it’s your boss who goes, “Fuck. I have to get out of here.” He shoos out the other guard, telling him to wake everyone else.

You rush to the door and lock it, “What’s the plan?” He sighs, “I can't get to my room in time. And I don't know if they're rigging bombs, so we’re going down the passage.” You tilt your head, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” “Why’s that?” “Pretty sure, the boyz have already sealed it off.” “No one except for me knows where the passage ends. They couldn't possibly have.” You feel the smirk grow on your face before you can hold it back, he’s at your throat. Pulling you up by your collar, “I always had a sneaking suspicion that you were someone else. But I never had the proof.” You smirk, “Exactly. You let me in, not knowing my background.” He slams you against the door, knocking the air out of your lungs for a second. He sputters as he thinks, “But you-you’ve never gone outside of your quarters, I would know.” You laugh, “You’re right. I never did, never had to. We already planned out how to take you down.” He slams you again, and you hold back your groan, not giving him the satisfaction, thankful for the cushion that the vest provided.

You move your hand while he’s concentrating, “You never were smart, huh?” You grab your gun, put it against his stomach, and pull the trigger, “You should have reached for my gun when you had the chance.” He drops you from his hold. You’re glad your bulletproof vest prevented your shirt from choking you. He gasps, “You son of a bitch. I damn you to hell.” You shrug as he coughs up blood, “Oh well, you’ll be there first.” He heaves another breath, muttering something at you, and you sigh as you wait for him to bleed out. When his body freezes, you finally move. The hardest part is finally over, but you aren’t out of the woods yet.

You lean your ear against the door, listening for anyone outside, hearing nothing, you open the door. You quickly make your way to your room. You grab your last few pieces of artillery out of the room, knowing the boyz had probably already cleaned the place out. But you still don’t hear anything. It’s eerily silent until you hear a gunshot. You gasp as you rush out, and on the ground, you see the bodyguard who informed your newly deceased boss you were under attack. “Damn, someone beat me to him.”

That’s when you hear someone say, “(Y/n)?” You snap your head towards the voice, and there he is, the man you’d wait for centuries to see again, ��Younghoon?” He grins, and you don’t think twice, dropping the spare pistol you were holding before rushing into his arms, “You’re here!” He smiles, tears pricking his eyes, “They barred me from coming in at first. But I couldn’t let you have all the fun.” You laugh as your tears come out, and he asks, “Did you do it?” You nod, and he kisses the top of your head, “I knew you could.” You both wipe your eyes, “One final sweep together?” He nods, “Let’s go.” You clear the wing you’re in, and he holds you tight to his side after you pick up your spare, “I already did a sweep of the rest of the building.” You nod, “Before or after Jacob did?” He laughs, “After.” You laugh as he moves a hand into his jacket. He pulls out his two-way radio, “You want to call it?” You shake your head, “Together?” He smiles and turns it on, holding the receiver down. And in unison, you go, “All clear.” He lets go of the button when you hear Youngjae’s voice for the first time in a whole year, “Fuck yeah! Bring it on outside, you two!” You both laugh, and he goes, “Let’s never do a mission like this again.” You sigh, “I couldn’t agree more.”

You kiss his cheek, “I’m so excited to be back home and be with you.” He grins, “Me too.” He kisses your forehead, “Let’s go home.”

And there, you returned to your routine of rescuing your lover from bugs, with him talking with you on your queen-sized mattress until you fell asleep. It was everything you daydreamed of. While you still went on missions, you no longer separated from each other. While, apart from each other, you were incredible assets to the team, but together you’re unstoppable. Now you can finally breathe again.

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He kisses you after you shoot another bull's eye, beating Hyunjae in your mini-competition. Younghoon says, “Did anyone ever tell you that you look hot when you fire a gun?” You giggle as you kiss him, “Only you, my handsome sharpshooter.” Hyunjae groans, “Gross!” You two giggle as you flip him off. As Hyunjae leaves defeated, you kiss Younghoon again, “Oh, how I’ve missed you.” Even if you were separate, you’d make your way back to each other one way or another.

[t3kandson]

I’ve not been well recently. Instead of writing a month in advance I’ve found myself writing right up to the scheduled published date hardly sleeping and feeling even more unwell.

I had set a target to get every member of my ult groups and ults fanfictions written and posted on their birthday. But this has become very hard to keep up as well as keeping myself healthy.

So I’ve decided to pause my work for now and not set deadlines.

I will continue to do bit by bit instead and post when finished. Rather then stressing and getting hardly any sleep to keep to date the birthday one-shots. Not even being able to focus on the requested or finish the sequels and other parts one one shots I’ve previously written.

I had spent most of this week writing The Boyz Lee Juyeon Player fourth part but in the rush I’ve felt it’s lacked the same fire then others parts. Instead of posting Friday a half hearted rushed story it deserves more then that.

So I won’t be fulfilling the schedule I set myself for this or Kim Byeongkwan Sequel to baby mama.

Though those two will be my priority instead I will write a list of Fanfictions I plan to write.

Giving me time to focus on Request’s Especially Cix Kim Yonghee & BTOB Lee Minhyuk. As well as the Second part of Monsta X Lee Hoseok & Yoo Kihyun’s Youth of No regrets.

Those members I didn’t write birthday fan fictions for I will get around to writing them. Which include

Oneus (it’s fanfiction so OT5 🤫) Kim Youngjo,

The Boyz Hyunjae

Monsta x Lee Jooheon

The Boyz Lee Sangyeon

The Boyz Ji Changmin

Ab6ix Park Woojin

Monsta X Yoo Kihyun

The Boyz Son Youngjae

BTS Kim Taehyung

Monsta X Lee Minhyuk & A.C.E. Kang Yuchan are Sequels I’ve already Plan to do eventually.

Sequels that I planned to finish will still be worked on as promised. But instead of working on order it will be what ever one I feel at the time. So it becomes the form of therapy that I once felt instead of a chore.

Obviously I’m still open to request but as always can’t guarantee when they will published.

Update 5/11

I've spent the last three months in and out of hospital as my health has declined. Hopefully this is temporary and will return once I start to pick up.

Edit **** I know Tags are currently playing up and will try my best to get them working.

So far ALL AB6IX, A.C.E, ATEEZ, BTOB, Blackpink, BTS, DKB, Elast, EXO, (G)I-dle, Got7, KNK, Kinktober 2022, & THE BOYZ Player & Learning Love series links are all fixed.

[daemour]

Pairing: light Youngjae x f!Reader, but it’s not centered on it

Warnings: Mentions of previous violence, badly written amnesia

Genre: still idk, the final part of what is genre, an essay by birbdae

Summary: Youngjae wakes up and can’t quite remember what happened.

the last installment of the got7 tipsy drabbles. since its over ill start on oneshot drabbles lmao

Word Count: 495

When Youngjae wakes up, his head hurts like hell, and his arm hurts even worse. When he turns his head to the left, he can see medical equipment and an iv drip. And when he turns his head to the left, he can see his wife fast asleep in the cot by his bed.

“Honey?” Youngjae rasps, sitting up with a sigh and a crack of his bones. Only when he fully straightens does the pain hit him, and he gasps, falling back onto his pillow. It’s shooting up his side and spreading like wildfire across his body and he can’t help but let tears fall from his eyes.

“Youngjae,” he can hear her breathing out, “Youngjae, oh my God, you’re awake.” Cool hands cup his face, the only relief he has from the burning in his body, and he chokes on his spit. Youngjae can’t quite see what his wife does, when she pulls away and fiddles with something, but relief washes over his body soon enough as the pain subsides.

“Where am I?” Youngjae croaks out again. Though the pain is gone, numbness has set in and he just wants to know what is going on.

She comes up to cup his face, frowning. “Jae, what can you remember?” Youngjae frowns at the worry in (Y/N)’s eyes.

“Remember? Babe, what’s going on?” He’s taken aback by the tears welling up in her eyes. “(Y/N), honey, talk to me.”

She sniffles. “JaeJae, please, what’s the date?” Youngjae’s eyebrows furrow and he parts his lips to ask another question but she shakes your head and cuts him off. “Please.”

Youngjae sighs, trying to appease her with his answer. “November sixth.” The tears fall more easily from (Y/N)’s face and Youngjae leans up quickly, ignoring the tinge in his side in favour of holding her face. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

She can’t get the words out past her blubbering, so Youngjae just wraps her into his arms and whispers comforting words.

It’s only hours later, when she’s asleep again and Youngjae talks to a nurse in low tones that he realises that he’s three months off. As the nurse recounts what had happened (“You were caught in the crossfire between two assassins. The police have found no trails, although the people who sent them were found dead, thanks to a private investigator and his partner”), Youngjae finds himself sobbing into his hands.

Not that he wants to recount that event but he can’t even remember his son’s birth. He can’t remember bits and pieces between then and this moment. He recognises the house, he knows his friends, but his mind and heart is blank looking at his son and the dog that runs to greet him after a lengthy checkup.

Even if Doctor Chinso says with time he’ll remember with time but for now, he can’t help but register the hurt in his wife’s eyes every time his own glosses over Seungmin.

[dontbekoifish]

Crackers (Youngjae Drabble)

Word Count: 140

Pairing: Youngjae x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Don’t eat crackers if you’re full.

Genre: Fluff

This is a PSA to @birbdae, she kept me up because she was eating crackers and didn’t feel well afterwards.

“You really shouldn’t have eaten that much,” you say without looking up from your laptop. Youngjae whines pitifully into the couch cushions. “I told you not to eat so many crackers. What in heaven’s name possessed you?”

Youngjae turns his face to barely glance at you. “It wasn’t bad at the moment, it hurts now,” he groans, turning back into the couch cushions.

You just roll your eyes, sparking a look at your suffering boyfriend whining on the couch. With a sigh, you leave your warm and comfy spot on the beanbag and sit on the edge of the couch. Youngjae stops his groaning for a moment to peek at you curiously. Your hand comes to rest at his shoulder blade, patting it gently as you talk about nothing in particular. It’s just relaxing as Youngjae melts into your touch.

[dearyugyeom]

Moon & Flower

Two.

Every step you took felt heavy and long. The sun rays from the large windows reflected onto the floor tiles, and combined with the shadows from the panels— it made quite a pretty picture. You could feel the afternoon heat on your face, through your clothes.

Warmth. You craved a variation of it—

Like the warmth you feel when he has his arms enveloped around you, breath tingling in your ear as he whispered words of comfort.

This would have to suffice.

Two.

You started counting the lines on the floor, trying to focus on something else, even if it was just for a moment.

It was barely a moment before the words uttered to you a few minutes ago had begun to replay. You lift your head up, and continued your way out of the hospital building.

Two.

The worries seemed to have subsided when you heard noises coming from the lock of your door. Not that it could be anyone else, but you knew immediately that it was him.

The way the keys sounded like they were going the opposite direction of where it was supposed to— something he always did despite living in the same apartment for over 3 years.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry—“ He chanted, as he practically stumbled in. He used his heels to kick off his shoes— one of them rolling under the dining table but made no effort to retrieve.

Youngjae quickly loosened his tie, with the ambition of taking it completely off but when it refused to cooperate he gave up— causing the end of it to swing over on his back.

He looked so boyish, then. Handsome.

He tried his best to catch his breath— he was in such a hurry to be by your side.

“How was it? You said you’d call the moment it was done. Did your phone die? You always take my battery pack but never charge it—“

Three strides and he was in front of you, he sat down on the floor cross legged— bouncing his thighs up and down.

Anxiously, or excitedly. You weren’t sure.

The smell of November rain clung on to him, not to mention the droplets on the tips of his hair. He must have realized that you haven’t spoken a word since he stepped in.

“What’s wrong?”

When you still didn’t answer, he called you by your name. Your real name, and not the endearing title that belonged to you.

Only you.

It almost sounded foreign because of how rarely he used it. You finally looked him in the eye then. Regretting it almost immediately because of the expression on his face. He was much closer now.

You saw the exhaustion.

And that you were used to, even if you resented it. Early days and late nights were a large contribution to that; he tells you it isn’t tiring.

That he doesn’t even think of it as work.

That he loves it.

But you were stubborn. No matter how much he tried to ease your concerns— your heart broke, and instead of letting him see you cry; you gently graze your lips over his face, near the mole his eye— wishing every single time that that that hopeless effort could somehow rid of his dark circles.

You looked passed him and glanced at the desk next to the door. It had a computer on, with an elaborate set up.

He doesn’t even have time to game anymore...

When you first started dating you could name every single component. Had it memorized because it was all he could talk about— and you were just as enthralled because you loved seeing him so happy. You recall making an old promise to yourself.

You would do anything to keep him happy.

“Wife.”

Ah, there it was. Funny, you thought, you had actually missed it.

“Husband.”

You found it in yourself to be cheeky. His demeanor softened and he brought his cold hands to cover yours. The temperature balanced out quickly, and now that he was here you knew that time was ticking.

The night couldn’t pass for long without sharing what you knew.

Without a second thought you nudged your hand away to hold your tummy.

Were you looking for company?

“Did something happened with the b—?”

“N-No—”

The worry on his face genuinely scared you, and there was nothing more than you wanted than to make it disappear. You held onto his hand again. Perhaps a little too tightly.

“God, no.”

This was it. You were going to tell him.

Your lips parted slightly, and no matter how much will you had— nothing.

The anticipation was rising from the both of you. This wasn’t fair to him. Thinking fast, you lifted the blanket from your lap, and took out the piece of film and placed it gently in his palm. His eyes still refused to leave your face— you knew he was looking for the words that you, too, were desperately trying to find.  

“Two.”

He echoed the singular syllable, with the sound of a question mark at the end. His brows furrowing as he tried deciphering what you meant.

“Two.”

You repeated, but in a softer tone as though the second time would provide any further clarity. He was trying his best to balance frustration and empathy.

“Youngjae—”

It was now your turn to utter his name— he wasn’t used to it, either.

You tapped the film in his hands, encouraging him to just take a clearer look.

He obeyed, and those brief few seconds of silence was absolutely driving you crazy.

“Two—” You repeated, for what you hoped was the last time. An evident layer of confusion clouded his face and you almost wanted to laugh. Your eyes practically bore into his skull as you watched him study the sonogram once more.

You joined him, and for a while you both just stared at it— you plead with the universe for him to see what you want him to.

The universe must have been listening because all of a sudden Youngjae lifted the film and a gasp escaped—

“Twins.”

[not-all-that-chic]

Warm Cotton

parts   ⟨  prologue  |  yugyeom  |  youngjae  |  jinyoung  |  bambam  |  mark  |  jackson  |  jaebum  |  epilogue  ⟩

wordcount | 5.6k

warnings | female dom, panty sniffing, fingering, rimming, toy play

rec. track |  ♫ ♩

Although I am not as lost as I was in the labyrinth of trees, the unrelenting storm poses a real and omnipresent danger. The rain is pouring down gently at the moment, but as the storm clouds get more black, my fear grows. What could be considered a beautiful and welcoming forest is clouded by this storm.

I hide under a tree as the rain suddenly picks up, the water feeling like bullets instead of droplets. Not to mention the rain is cold, enough to chill me in place.

There has to be some kind of shelter somewhere. If the twins warned me of the dangers, it had to get catastrophic. They didn't seem like the type to be easily afraid of a storm. Or anything for that matter.

My body is sopping wet, even underneath the protective covering of this huge tree. The trail is hidden under the massive downpour and I suddenly realize just how dangerous the storms are. Within minutes, the lowland is under water and I don't doubt that in an hour, this whole area will be flooded.

I have to find some kind of building or high altitude area or else I'll be swept by the flood. When I look up, I notice the tree's height and it gives me an idea.

"I suppose my tree climbing skills could be of use." Even if the bark is slippery, I manage to get up onto a sturdy branch with a good vantage point.

I can't see much of anything, the resoluteness of the rain making it impossible to see farther than ten feet. Well, this branch will have to do for the time being.

Getting comfortable, I flinch every time lightning strikes. However, the branch is wide enough to accommodate me, so this is better than nothing.

I take this time to pull the key out of my dress pocket. Running my fingers across the surface, I think back to the twins.

"I need six more keys."

I suppose I got very lucky finding the twins and getting a key. After all, Jackson very well led me to them. And they so easily offered themselves. Like any fantastical journey, I assume it will only get more difficult with time. And who knows what Guardians I'll meet. What if they're crazy?

We are all mad, Pet. Do not fret, the journey will be long, but I'm here to tag along.

"Jackson!" I can hear his voice and it comforts me beyond what should be normal for the span of time I've known him. He seems to be the only constant in the Land of Wonder, aside from these keys.

A word of advice: be kind and you will find everything you need.

I internalize his words.

"What does that mean?" I get no response. "Jackson?" Nothing. "Cheshire? Cat?" Sighing, I lean back against the tree, my excitement gone. His short-lived contact with me is enough to keep me going.

Be kind. Yes. That is good advice. If his previous advice lead me to the Tweedles, then it surely will lead me to the next Guardian and ultimately, the next key.

In my thoughts, I didn't notice how far the water has risen, halfway up the tall tree. And at the speed it's going, it can drag someone along and knock them against something. I don't dare to get into that water. The storm rages, akin to a hurricane from my world.

Then the oddest of sounds reverberates throughout the area.

"Oh no! Help! Someone! Help!" My head whips around, looking for the source of the sound.

My eyes widen at the familiar rabbit ears. That's the boy! The one that lead me here initially! He struggles to swim in the water, the frailty of his body easily tossed and turned in the rapid flood waters. I worry about him, but I can't do anything out of fear of getting dragged into the same situation.

He spots me, his eyes opening in fear and desperation. "Please! You there-!" Then he is interrupted by the water dragging him beneath. I gasp and lean forward in the tree. When he breaks the surface, he is sputtering for breath and very nearly swallowing water.

"Please! Help!"

Suddenly— to my utter horror —the water knocks him against a hard trunk. His eyes close and his body goes limp. No longer a fight for the water, he's easily moved. Against all reason, I jump into the water after him.

I can't leave this innocent rabbit-man to die or drown in this water. Adrenaline courses through my veins and powers me forward against the current. My arms wrap around his form and although I struggle and it takes great effort, I drag him to my tree branch, my dress tearing in some places.

But he's safe. Unconscious and blue from the cold temperatures of the water, but— I check his pulse —safe and alive. Sighing, I lean against the tree, my own body shivering.

There's nothing to be done except wait out the storm and take care of him. My hand reaches to move a few hairs on his face as I cradle his body. His azure, swallowtail coat fits him perfectly, all the way to his white pants and brown dress shoes. He looks all the part of a gentleman. And his blonde hair that leads to white ears—

And then it suddenly hits me as I stare down at his face, the key hanging from his coat pocket, right next to his large pocket watch: he is a Guardian.

Jackson told me as much, but I had forgotten in the blaze of the moment. I glance at the key and I grab it and rub it between my fingers.

I could steal it and go on with my journey, not wasting a single moment, but Jackson's words remind me that I shouldn't. In this place of oddities and sporadic climates, I should be cautious and kind.

So I tuck it back into his pocket along with the clock.

And I wait.

It takes a while for him to regain consciousness, during which I simply twiddle my thumbs and think of my mother at home, the rain having calmed to a faint drizzle.

How much time has elapsed? Is she worried? How long will I have to stay in this place? And my cat? My cat who I so dreadfully miss. I didn't even see her off before I left the house.

"AAAHHHH!" A scream from below me shocks me out of my pensive state.

The man jumps off my lap, off the branch and into the water. I hold a giggle and watch as he struggles to get on the branch again. He wrings his coat tails out and I note sadly that his lips are blue and he's shivering.

"Goodness, I am so terribly late. The Queen will have my head..."

"Sorry but, late for what?" He flinches and whips his head back up at my question as if remembering I'm here.

"Y-you! Who are you?" I tell him my name, but before I can explain more, he looks at his pocket watch. "No time! Go go go!"

He jumps into the water and begins swimming in a direction. As much as I don't want to get into that ice cold water, I need to make sure he'll be okay. With how cold he is, he could get hypothermia!

Also, I need his key!

I swim after him— his doggy paddle cute, but very slow. He doesn't seem good at swimming. And he's weak. Frowning, I swim toward him.

"Do you want me to help you swim? I'm much faster."

He seems to consider his options and eventually climbs on my back.

"Go straight that way! And be fast!" My arms a little stiff from him holding on, but I manage. The water is smooth now that the large part of the storm is gone.

Even with all the water swallowing up the forest, the dragonflies— literally, fly sized dragons —and fruit bats— literally fruit with bat wings —and birds return to the trees as if the storm did nothing. It's still beautiful and the trees stand tall as ever.

I'm reminded as I spot his ears flopping in my periphery that I don't know his real name yet.

"What is your name?"

"My alias is the White Rabbit, but my proper name is Youngjae."

Humming with thought, I then ask, "What exactly are you late for?" He checks his pocket watch again.

"The crown prince's coronation is held today. As his personal assistant, I have to be there. But at this rate, I will be late!"

What an oddly normal thing, but knowing the Land of Wonder, there is bound to be something off about the ceremony.

"I'm sure he will understand-"

"Impossible! The crown prince has a temper hotter the hottest tea and a fuse shorter than the Dormouse around the Cheshire!"

That greatly worries me, hoping the cute rabbit boy will be okay. However, he throws around a name unfamiliar to me.

"Dormouse?"

"He is— up that hill! That yellow house there!" I notice a small, cute house surrounded by well-kept grass perched up high. I sigh in relief. Is this his house? Maybe he can explain a few things to me.

Although Jackson definitely knows the ins and outs of the Land of Wonder, Youngjae has been more clear. As the right hand of a royal, he knows much more than the Tweedles or any other resident.

Once we get higher up, the water thins and he jumps off my back and dashes up toward the house. He leaves his gate open as he slams himself against the door and into the house.

Outside it, there is an intricate, wooden fence and plants of all colors and kinds. There's even a cute vegetable garden. It makes me smile, everything about the boy cute and welcoming— even if he is pushy.

Before I can enter the house, he yells from within, "Take your shoes off please!" I do as I'm told and begin exploring the thin entryway. On the left, there is a staircase where I can hear the man stomping around on the floor above. Beside the staircase is a huge grandfather clock.

But what catches my attention are the pictures on the wall, all placed in a haphazard manner, but all in a row.

I see the Tweedles in a picture, smiling ever so mischievously. Another with a group of men, all three sat around a table with tea and delicate desserts in front. One has mouse ears, one has more scraggly rabbit ears and the one in the middle has a top hat.

In the frame beside it, I see the Cheshire Cat with his arm slung around a man who has a clock in his hand, looking at him in annoyance. The next one is a man in a pressed suit with a smoking pipe in his hand.

A few more pictures of strange men litter the walls, but the very last one— in a much larger, decorated, golden frame —catches my attention. Youngjae is standing beside someone in a crown with a contemptuous look on his face.

Is that the prince? He looks just as angry as he described.

"Oh no no no! This won't do!" I squeak as the man stomps up beside me. Wondering why, I quickly catch the idea when he points at the floor. My dress is dripping down onto the wooden floorboards.

"I'm sorry-"

"Go go go!" He pushes me down another hallway toward a door. Once he opens it, I notice the large shower and sigh with relief. After getting my dress dirty and my panties... also dirty, I desperately needed to be cleaned. A warm shower would help. He closes the door after I get in.

"Please pass me your dirty clothes through the door. I will give you a clean dress and undergarments to wear after you are clean." I feel relief peeling the dirty and damaged dress off and leaving it to him to clean.

Or not. That dress is beyond repair.

"Thank you, Youngjae."

"Not a problem. Now hurry! I am still in a rush!"

This is probably his only bathroom, so I make the shower quick, washing my hair with whatever he has without looking. He knocks on the door and I assume it's the clothes he is leaving outside the door.

It's enough that he is giving me clothing, but now I am using his heated water. I feel selfish, knowing that just a while ago, he was in a near hypothermic state. The water feels so nice on my skin that I let the time slip by a while longer.

How will I convince him to give me his key?

I turn off the water and dry myself with a folded towel. Opening the door a crack, I grab the dress and undies. I forgo the bra; it's too lacy and itchy for me. The dress is a bit large, but it's a pretty blue, so I don't protest.

Once I finish, I run while putting the socks on and go up the stairs to tell him I'm finished, but I'm stopped dead in my tracks by a strange noise.

"Oh~" My eyes widen in shock. What in the world...? I tip-toe toward the sound. It gets louder as I near an ajar door. Curious, I peek through the crack.

Inside, the man is lying on his bed, face pressed against the mattress, his pants off and on the floor. My face morphs with so many emotions,— shock, confusion, lust —especially when I notice his fingers shoved in his asshole. In his other hand, which is pressed near his nose, there are my panties.

I feel lightheaded at the sight, but just as I turn to leave, my socks make me slip on the floor, my feet knocking the door open. The large thump echoes in the house as an intense and unwelcome silence ensues. His panting is all I can hear.

Scrambling to my feet, I try to look everywhere except at him as I try to explain myself.

"I-I— the sh-shower-"

"I'm so sorry!" He yells, interrupting me. "I just- you-! Your panties..." he shakily tries to compose himself. That tiny voice of hesitation makes me feel something delicious and filthy in my stomach. When I shift my gaze to him, his face is flushed and his mouth is parted so prettily.

"What about my panties?"

"They, um."

"Go on."

"They smelled so good!" A shiver of pleasure trembles down my spine. His cutely innocent face and faltering composure, his shakiness, it all comes at me at once.

Since when have I been so full of depravity?

His words tell me that he's sorry, but his ever so perked ass is still in the air and he hasn't taken the panties away from his face.

It annoys me and makes me itch for him in the strangest way. I want to take those dirty fingers and use mine instead.

"Youngjae."

"Y-yes?" He positively squeaks, his body shaking just from hearing his name. I walk forward to him, beside him. His cute little eyes are clouded with lewd thoughts and it makes me want to defile him in every way possible. Take that innocence out of his eyes.

Make him beg for me.

I've never felt this way about a man, but I can't say I don't like it.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask, testing him.

"I don't know..."

"You have to tell me, Baby Boy. I can't help you if you don't tell me." He shudders at the nickname and starts massaging his prostate again. I stop his hands and he whines.

"P-please!"

This is new to me, but I like having power over him. He's at my mercy and I thrive on that feeling of domination. I’ve always wanted to try being in charge, but due to societal norms, I haven’t been able to. I’m excited already and we haven't even gotten started yet.

"What do you want me to do to you? Use your words for me." Youngjae slowly— agonizingly slow —sits up and places his hands in his lap, looking down. His blush is painting his cute face in red. He fiddles with the panties in his hands.

I take them from him and hold them up. He looks at me in shock, only now acknowledging the fact that I knew what he was doing with them.

"Please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad." His rabbit ears perk up and his eyes sparkle like twinkling stars. He looks at me like I'm an angel.

This is perhaps the most gratifying thing I've ever seen: he's so innocent with his legs pressed together, his white socks around his calves and cock leaking precum. All this just from sniffing my panties. It fills me with a sensation that can only be described as black.

Balling up the panties, I get an idea.

"Open your mouth for me." He obliges all too eagerly and I shove the panties inside.

The little shiver that travels into his shoulders, his eyes closing, the tiny whimper— I want more.

"Youngjae. Open your eyes and look at me."

And it fuels my desire for him further. My hand reaches down to brush against his cock. Youngjae moans, even with the soaked undies in his mouth. His cock is already pulsating in my hand. I wrap my hand around it, dragging my nail across the head.

I give it a few hard tugs and he becomes an utter wreck, having to lean against his arms. My hands stroke up and down before I reach down to cup his balls. His head whips so far back, I swear he’s going to break his neck.

He's positively on the edge of an orgasm, moans shamelessly needy.

"Why don't you tell me with your big boy words what you want me to do, hm?" I ask as I remove the panties from his mouth.

Any nervousness I had before is completely gone; I'm dead set on this role I'm playing, aiming to completely satisfy him.

"Can you... no nevermind." Tilting my head I get closer and give him a short, open-mouthed kiss. He looks to the side, shy again.

"Tell me. Or I'll leave. What sounds worse?" Youngjae gasps and gulps.

"It's dirty."

"I like dirty." I squeeze his cock hard and he bucks into my hand.

"Couldyoupleasefingerme?" The words are so fast and so shy I nearly don't catch them. Nearly. Grin lighting up my face, I run my hands up and down his legs.

"Okay. Turn around for me." Living up to his rushing attitude, he's on his back, ass up and legs apart. He looks delicious, spread out like a meal.

Youngjae looks back at me and asks, "Is this good?"

"Yes. So good, Baby Boy." I watch his leg muscles clench at my words. To think I have such an effect on him. While I'm here to please him, he wants to please me.

Finally, I reach forward and place my hand on his soft ass, rubbing it a little, mentally preparing him.

"Do you have lubricant?" Youngjae nods and points to the nightstand. I pull the bottle out of the drawer and stare at him as I rub the lube on my hand. Then, I notice something interesting underneath a handkerchief.

A cock ring. I pull it out, curious, but more excited than anything. Just seeing the object in my hand makes him moan. His hand reaches between his legs, but I stop him with a hard look.

"If you do that, I won't do what you ask." His chest that's pressed against the mattress is moving so fast that it's as if he came back from a race.

"Please," is his desperate answer.

"Take off your jacket and shirt." Once I say that, I finish coating my fingers as he nearly rips the clothes off his body and gets back on the bed. He bites his puffy lip impatiently but ultimately waits.

Youngjae then turns around, spreading himself for me and watching me. I crawl onto the bed, each movement has the mattress sinking along with Youngjae's twitching. My face is so close to his hole, watching it so intently.

"P-please don't look at it so much. It's e-embarrassing."

"Don't be embarrassed; you're so pretty." At that, he blushes and braces himself against the bed. I look at the toy in my hand. Then, I see a small square on it. Once I turn it on, I see that it vibrates. Though I turn it off, I commit that detail to memory.

"Can you please fuck me?"

It makes me smile because I know how his sanity is slipping and yet he remains so obedient.

"Since you asked so nicely." I slowly slip the ring around his dick, careful not to hurt him and he sighs once it's on him.

My finger reaches up and circles his rim, watching his reactions the whole time. He's moaning so loudly already, just from that simple action. I slip the digit inside easily and wiggle it. With my other hand, I reach around to rub his cock.

Pumping both my finger and his cock, I feel his body sweat and shake with his building climax.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum!" So soon?

"Hold on for me, Baby Boy. Don't cum yet," I tell him as I remove my finger. He whines and presses his cock against the mattress, rutting against it.

"Please! I want to cum so bad!"

"No. You won't cum at all if you cum right now." Against his own desire to chase his end, he bites his lip and lets the feeling subside. His breathing calms.

I— without warning —shove three fingers inside him as he belts out a scream.

Luckily there's no one around because with how loud he is, someone is bound to believe he's getting murdered.

"You like that?" I shove my fingers in and out of him, adding pressure to his prostate with each pump. His legs falter and he lets his body slump. Grabbing his hips, I push him up and plunge my fingers deeper than before.

"Oh my god!" His moans are so loud and broken and needy, I feel myself soaking through these new panties as well. The fluff of his rabbit tail goes crazy, twitching so fast. I know he's close.

I grab his cock again and stroke him in time with my thrusting fingers. His hands grip the mattress, knuckles turning white and I see beads of sweat pouring down his back and neck.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh, please!" Just when I feel him about to reach his limit, I remove myself entirely. He leans back toward me, silently begging me to continue.

"Don't act out now, you were doing so well. Turn around for me." Although he's a bit weak, he does so and once he's on his back, his cock springs onto his stomach.

His lips are swollen from biting them so much. Tempted by them, I lean forward and shove my tongue in his mouth. He moans and wraps his arms around my waist, keeping me close. His lips are soft and sweet and he tastes like strawberries.

I want to devour him, bite him, lick him, touch him, tease him. Even I'm growing desperate.

Finally, I get off him and take my clothes off my body. He blushes furiously, gulping at the sight. His hands reach forward, asking me to come back.

"I think I'll need new panties."

"Why?" Youngjae asks, all too innocent.

"You're driving me crazy. I'm dripping wet-"

"Can I smell?" No more is the Youngjae of before who was too shy to ask for what he wanted. I'm caught off guard, but give him the panties regardless.

And he does something that makes me completely snap. He licks a stripe up the middle of them, moaning and hissing as he throws his head back.

I rip the panties out of his hand and slam my lips against his again. Then I squeeze his cock, dragging my nails up and down the shaft, feeling the veins. His moans are swallowed by my lips, my body growing hotter by the second.

My lips migrate to his neck as I lap up his sweat. I drag my teeth across his clavicle before biting down. Although he whines, the feeling goes straight to his cock as I continue pumping him. Lips unrelenting, I suck and lick at the soft skin of his neck.

"Ah!" He shakes his head and moves his body, yet again overwhelmed by my vicious attacks on his body.

"Are you close? Do you wanna cum?"

"Yes! Yes! Yessss! Please please please I'm gonna cum-!"

But not yet. I can still do more. Just as he's about to release, I cease at once. My hands move from his cock and instead hold his hips down so he won't be able to rut anymore.

"Why?!" Although I should punish him for his bratty tone, I let it go knowing I've made him hold his orgasm so many times already.

"I promise, I'll make you cum so hard you'll see stars, but have to be patient, Baby Boy." He says nothing else, just gives me a pleading look, his eyes tearing up with incomplete orgasms and desperation.

I massage his thighs and place a kiss on his soft abdomen as an apology. His face is a soft, happy pink. The smile on his face makes my heart melt.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"This is my first time. I promise to give you my key afterward." Despite my shock, I decide to leave all my questions for later.

Right now, the only thing on my mind is to fuck this cute, rabbit man until he can't take it anymore.

My eyes are smoldering as I stare down at his cutely sexy form before grabbing one of his legs and spreading it. I shove my fingers inside and he arches, his pink hole clenching around my fingers.

By this point, even though I haven't been touched, I'm positive that my juices are leaking down my thighs. This is something you only see in your wildest dreams, isn't it? Why is that female domination is not as popular? I feel like a Goddess, having such an attractive man at my mercy.

I return to reality when Youngjae moans my name.

"Ah!" Moans so loud and pretty and shameless: it would make a porn star jealous.

With my free hand, I turn on the vibration of the cock ring and he shakes his head, yelling and whining. His hands move wildly, trying to find purchase.

"Turn around and spread your legs." Youngjae nearly doesn't hear my request, ears ringing with pleasure. I remove my fingers and lightly tap his thigh.

"Be good, Baby Boy. I'll reward you." Finally, he gets his bearings and turns around, tired from everything we've done.

"Can I cum this time?" His voice is weak.

"Yes. Get ready." I go to turn up the vibration setting on his cock ring to the max. He shakes like a leaf, the tip of his cock an angry red.

Then, I steady myself on the bed before I spread his ass open with both my hands. His breathing hitches. He turns around as I place my face near him.

"W-what are you doing? It's dirty t-there!" Although he's shocked, he looks eager. By the way his eyes are sparkling and half-lidded, I know he wants it.

I maintain eye contact with him as I blow on the hole.

"Oh..." he moans.

Then, my tongue comes out to lick a long, sensual stripe up the little hole. His mouth is open, panting, waiting for it. I kiss a cheek and go on to making circles around his rim.

"Nngh!" He starts to say something, but it's incoherent. I pick up the pace and start licking wildly, wanting him to cry from pleasure.

His mouth is open, saliva falling from his lips. Bucking against the mattress, wanting so badly to cum, he bucks against my face.

Deciding it was enough torture, I shove my tongue inside the hole. My pace is unforgiving as I press my tongue against his hole, his moans getting louder and louder by the second. But it still isn't enough for me.

I grab his cock as well and pump it while I vigorously lap at his hole.

He breaks.

Tears stream down his cheeks, a mess of saliva and tears and blinding pleasure.

"I-!" He can't finish, but I know. I go faster— harder, deeper, more, more, more —knowing he's about to cum. My tongue licks him up, down, left, right, in, out. I want to go anywhere I can reach.

"You can do it. Cum for me, Baby Boy. Cum all over my fingers." He can't even lift his head, completely gone with pleasure as his delicious moans invade the air. With one last thrust of my tongue, he arches his back, his seed spilling into my hand and making my fingers sticky.

His scream is so loud that it lights a fire in me and before I know it, I'm clenching around nothing and cumming with him. The force of my orgasm has me out of breath.

We both just catch ourselves for a while until I notice my fingers are still covered in his cum.

Bringing that hand up to his mouth, I command, "Suck." Obedient as ever, his warm mouth swallows up my fingers and licks them clean of his own cum. I lean against his back and press kisses to his shoulder blades.

I feel satisfied, even without having any stimulus on myself. Just his reactions and body language were enough for me to reach my own climax without stimulation. It was the oddest feeling, but I enjoyed it more than I could have ever imagined.

Realizing he's tired and dirty, I go to grab a towel. Forcing myself up, I go into his bathroom and run a clean towel under some warm water. When I return, Youngjae looks anxious.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I begin cleaning him up. He smiles as soon as he sees me taking care of him, but his pained expression returns.

"I'm really gonna lose my head."

I laugh and we just lie down together. After we rest for a while, just silently enjoying one another's presence, Youngjae reaches down to grab his jacket. He pulls a key from his coat pocket.

Gasping, I watch as he re-ties the royal blue bow on the key. He hands it to me.

I run my finger over the divots on the key. It's a long, simple key, with only one hole, but what makes this key unique is the intricate pattern engraved on the side. There are little trees and blades— of what I think —is grass. It's topped off with the pretty, tiny bow.

It fits someone like him perfectly.

"It's a pretty key— Oh!" In my distraction, I didn't realize he was already redressed.

"I'm sorry I cannot stay. Any other time and I would..." he looks as if he wants to say something, but decides against it and finishes buttoning up his jacket. He checks his pocket watch and turns whiter than paper.

"OH NO! Prince Jaebum will kill me!"

Jaebum. I commit that name to my memory. That's the Prince of Hearts, soon to be king. Dormouse and Jaebum, two people I have not met. Could they be Guardians as well?

"Wait!" I yell before he gets out of the door.

"I can't spare another moment! Thank you so much, but I must be on my way!"

"I want to know about this place! And the Guardians!" He falters at the door and taps his shoe. With a sigh, he comes back inside and searches through his drawers until he finds a journal.

He places it on the desk and tells me, "I'm sure you can find out whatever it is you would like to know from this book. Now, I need to go!"

Within seconds, his shoes stomp down the stairs and slam the front door. I place the key on the night table. Grabbing the blanket against my chest, I run to the window. There he is, speeding down the hill— nearly falling a few times, which makes me giggle —and into the trees and out of sight.

Once I can no longer see him, I go up to the book. It looks like it has been used often, the pages yellow and many bookmarks poking out. There's some dust on it, but the words on the cover grab my attention.

"Property of the White Rabbit. History of the Land of Wonder..."

[papikakashikanh]

Mark Tuan/ 21 Questions AU/ Request

Lol, holy shit @freechittaphon I really hope I didn’t make you wait that long for this. 😅 Anyways though, I hope you like this one, it’s like around 4,000 words!!! (Just so you know, this is in 3rd person, so instead of just switching from you and Marks P.O.V it’s both... it’ll make sense when you read it. And to anyone reading this just now: Basically I have a list of 27 lyrics from several GOT7 songs. You can chose one or two, as well as a Member you’d like the request to be with, and dm me 😊. To read the forum click here! ANYWAYS! Hope you enjoy !!!

His throat was dry at the thought of calling you. It was late at night, and there was a small chance of you even picking up. But even that sliver of a chance could be the remedy to his headache.

His thumb wavered over your contact.

What would you think if you had woke up the next morning to see his missed call at this time at night? What would you think it meant? If you didn’t pick up should he leave a voicemail? What would he say anyways?

Impulsively, he hit the call button. He wanted to kick himself for making such a sudden decision. Mark sighed, leaning back in the chair knowing it was too late to hang up now.

Cringing at his own loss of dignity, he drank from his glass of whiskey, waiting for you to answer the phone.

Nights like these were too long without hearing a voice you missed, but hearing the dial tone of said person not picking up, was even worse.

His eyes flickered back to his phone at the thought. The phone had rung several times, and he assumed you were probably asleep at this hour.

But what if calling you was waking you up from your sleep?

This sudden thought caused Mark to almost lunge at his phone to hang up. But just before he hit the red ‘end call’ button, your tired voice rang throughout his ears.

“Mark?” you groaned.

-

Thousands of people could be found in Seoul sleeping at this hour, including you… that was… until your phone wrang from under your pillow.

You tossed and turned with a groan.

Was it time for work already?

You swear you had just laid your head down.

Not being able to tolerate the annoying ringing coming from right under from your head, you pulled yourself onto your elbows and digged under the pillows in search of your phone.

Your bleary eye sight could barely read over the text on your phone. After blinking a few times, you read his contact name. He was calling you.

Widening your eyes, you answered automatically.

“Mark?” you groaned, confused as to why he was calling you at this time at night.

You heard silence over the line, as if no one was there at all. Had you answered too late?

You pulled the phone away from you to look at the screen.

Nope. he was definitely still on the line.

Mark sat in his chair on the balcony frozen at hearing your voice at this time in the night. It was like music to his ears.

“Mark?” you questioned again.

“H-hi.” he finally answered. The corners of your lips turned up naturally at the sound of his voice as well.

“What’s going on, it’s 2 o’clock in the morning?” you rasped, rubbing your eyes.

“Nothing… I- did I wake you up?” he asked concerned.

You yawned at the mention of sleep.

“Yea, but-” “Oh, I-Im so sorry. I-I’ll leave you alone now- Goodnight-” he stammered. Your heart almost stopped when realizing he was going to hang up.

“WAIT!” you exclaimed in a sudden panic, sitting on your knees now.

You ran your hand through your hair, giving out a sigh.

“Are you still there?” you questioned.

He swallowed his saliva to clear his dry throat. You could say he wasn’t himself at the moment…. But then again was anyone themselves at this time at night?

“Yea…” his responded after a moment.

You crawled out of bed, and slipped on your fluffy slides as you made your way to the kitchen.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” you asked him. His voice was shaky, and it caused you to become concerned.

“I am now.” he cooed. You rolled your eyes at his sudden change of tone.

“And why is that?” you asked him, running your tea kettle under the tap before placing it on the stove.

“I couldn’t sleep.” he sighed, staring down at the glass in his hands.

“I see that.” you smirked, leaning on the counter behind you.

He scoffed at your sarcasm.

“Where are you right now?” you asked him.

He leaned back in his seat, staring at the night sky.

“I’m sitting on the hotel balcony. It’s nice out here.” he told you in a dreamy voice. You smiled to yourself.

“How’s Tokyo?” you asked him curiously. 

Currently, Mark was performing with the rest of his members in Japan. You had never been to Japan, but you had always wanted to.

“Pretty.” he responded simply. Over the phone you could hear the sounds of the city there.

“Are you having fun?” you asked him.

“Yea. The fans are nice. We went sightseeing yesterday.” he told you while rubbing his temples.

“Psh. Well jeesh mark you don’t have to rub about it.” you joked, tracing your fingers on the granite counter beside you.

“Sorry Y/N, maybe i’ll bring you back a snow globe or something.” he smirked. You rolled your eyes yet again at him.

“Fuck you Mark. You should just bring me along next time!” you snipped at him, shaking your head.

“Awwwww, are you saying that because you miss me?” he asked you over the line in a baby voice.

“Shut up.” you mumbled.

He smirked to himself, glad to hear you at least were acting like yourself at this time at night.

Finally, the teapot made a high pitched sound that told you your water was done brewing.

“What is that? It’s really annoying… are you making tea?” he asked you.

You sighed, pouring the steaming hot water into a mug.

“You’re really annoying. And yes, it is.” you informed him, grabbing a tea bag.

“Excuse me?” he sassed. You smiled to yourself, grabbing the creamer from the fridge.

“Nothing, anyways, you should make yourself some tea so we’ll both be drinking tea at the same time, in two different countries!” you exclaimed excitedly.

“Uhhhh…” he zoned out, becoming silent over the line.

You opened the sliding door to your balcony as well. “What?” you questioned him confused.

“Nothing. I just already have a drink.” he stated innocently, staring at the glass of whiskey in his hands. Well… an empty glass that is.

You narrowed your eyes as you shut the door behind you.

“What is it… Mark?” you asked, placing your mug down on the small coffee table outside.

“It’s nothing…” he repeated.

You shook your head, sitting down in the chair beside the table.

“It’s alcohol isn’t it Mark? That’s what you’re drinking?”

“Are we on facetime???” he asked confused, taking his phone away from his ear to check. You grabbed your mug and sipped your tea, shaking your head still.

“Of course.” you groaned looking up at the sky. “Mark you shouldn’t drink when you’re working… especially when you can’t sleep.” you nagged him in a motherly tone.

“I know, I know.” he sighed to you. He leaned his head back in his seat. His headache had gone away since he had called you, but it was resurfacing when you talking to him like that.

You placed the cup back down on the table, and then proceeded to snuggle up in your chair. The night air was warm, with a cool breeze blowing from time to time. On summer nights like these, you often thought about people you missed. And although that person was on the phone with you, you still couldn't help wanting him to be with you.

“Are you on your deck too?” Mark asked. “Yea… how did you know?” you questioned in response.

“I can hear the city.” he responded. You nodded as if he could see you.

You were growing tired again, almost so tired you wondered if you could just fall asleep right then and there.

“I guess you can say were under the same sky huh?” you smirked, closing your eyes tiredly.

“Mhmm”. Mark responded simply. He looked up at the sky from his seat at your comment. It was hard to wrap his mind around the idea of you being a hundred miles away, staring at the same thing he was. The moon’s brightness was making his eyes hurt. He covered his eyes, and sighed.

“Mark, why can’t you go to sleep?” you asked curiously.

He raised his eyebrows at your question.

“Well I don’t know Y/N... I guess I just have a lot on my mind.” he confessed to you.

Your eyes blinked open at his words.  You didn’t want to ask what it was that was on his minded, considering just being on the phone with him seemed to help.

“Let’s play a game.” Mark stated over the phone.

“...What?” you asked, thinking you misheard him.

“Let’s play a game Y/N.” he repeated, smirking up at the sky.

You sat up from your seat a little.

“What kind of game may I ask?” you questioned.

“How about 21 questions?” he suggested with a sly look on his face.

You bit your lip thinking about it as you laid back down in your chair.

“I guess. But I don’t really see the point in doing this though. Don’t you know everything about me Mark? You’re practically my diary by now.” you laughed gently.

You and Mark had been friends for 4 years now, so you would definitely say this type of game was random, if not pointless...

“I know everything about you Y/N… but do you know everything about me?” he asked you.

You furrowed your eyebrows together.

“Obviously dumbass, you’re my best friend.” you stated.

“Such confidence. Let’s test that statement.” he responded slyly. You could tell he was smirking, just by his tone.

“Fine.” you confirmed.

You reached for your tea, and stirred your spoon around in it.

“Alright. I’ll start.” he began, clearing his throat over the phone. You had to pull your phone away from your ear at how loud it was.

“One. Am I a cat person or a dog person?” he asked you. You couldn’t help but snort at how easy of a question it was.

“Obviously dog, my god Mark, is this what all the questions are gonna be like? You must have a lot of time on your hands.” you shook your head.

“Well we’re just getting started Y/N.” he told you mischievously. “Anyways, it’s your turn.” he informed you. You rolled sighed in response.

“Okay. Two. Pepsi or Coke?” you countered.

“Y/N, I thought you didn’t like simple questions like this.” he complained.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you were stirring your tea.

“Well like you said Mark, we’re just getting started.”

He let a light laugh slip before taking a drink of whatever was left from his glass.

“Well… for promotional purposes… and also because of what my contract says… Pepsi!” he smirked, swishing the ice around the glass playfully.

“How about you Y/N?” he questioned.

You paused stirring your tea for a moment. “Is this your number three?” you asked him.

“Sure… I have 18 questions left.” he responded.

You shook your head at his carefree attitude.

“I like Coke for your information.” you told him.

“Huh, well i guess we have differing interests… goodbye Y/N.”

“Wait what? Mark...?” you asked. You pulled your phone away to see if he was still on the call. Apparently he was.

You put your phone back to your ear annoyed. “Mark.” you said waiting for a response, but the line was silent.

You gritted your teeth. “Excuse me...” you began.

“Looks like I got you into the the game Y/N.” he snorted.

You had to admit, sometimes Mark was really annoying… but then again that’s what you loved about him.

“I guess you just like talking about yourself.” he snickered over the line.

You gritted your teeth at his sentences.

“Mark, If you weren't in Japan right now I’d be choking you.” you grumbled, gripping the handle of the spoon tightly.

“Kinky.” he purred. You froze for a second before proceeding to sip your tea, brushing it off.

“Someone’s horny.” you snickered, morely to yourself.

He somewhat froze at your comment. Well, that was possible. After all, alcohol had many effects on the human body.

“NO I’M NOT! I’m a good boy!” he whined. The adjectives he used to describe himself made you laugh.

“Good boys don’t get drunk.” you scoffed. You heard him choke over the line.

“How much of a light weight do you think I am!!?!? My god Y/N! I’m not drunk!” he exclaimed defensively as he sat up in his seat, slamming the glass on the table.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Alright Mark, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you told him, smirking at your pun.

“Can we just get on with the next question?” you sighed.

“Sure, whose turn was it?” he asked you.

After taking another sip from your tea you responded.

“Your’s Tuan.” you groaned at his lack of memory.

“Right...four! What do you think keeps me up at night?” he asked you nonchalantly. Your eyebrows creased at his sudden seriousness.

“Uh...well jeez I don’t know Mark, that’s kind of a depressing question.” you answered, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly.

“No it’s not, just answer it. Give a random guess!” he cheered.

You sighed, twirling your spoon around in your nearly empty mug.

“Your career?” you guessed, waiting for his answer.

“I’ll tell you the answers once we reach 21.” you could almost hear the smirk on his face, (which there was).

“My turn. Five. Do you day dream often?” you asked him. “Of course.” he uttered.

“About what?” you asked impulsively.

“Tsk Tsk Y/N. Six. What do you think I daydream about?” he asked you, with something hidden in his voice. You didn’t know exactly what it was, but it sounded mischievous.

You pouted.

“Mark this isn’t fair! You knew that was my next question! Now i’m not going to find out until 21!” you groaned in frustration.

He couldn’t help but snicker at your desperation.

“Well...Guess!” he chimed. You rolled your eyes at his excitement as you placed your mug back on the coffee table.

“I don’t know, Jackson working out.” you joked.

He sighed in disappointment at your answer.  No, but that was probably what Jackson day dreamed about.

He hadn’t said anything after a moment of silence.

“...Well was I right? You’re being really quiet...” you observed.

“You’ll find out when we hit 21. Next!” he spat.

“Seven. What are you doing right now?” you asked him.

“Well that’s a boring question Y/N.” he retorted. 

You snorted at his comment. “I’m sorry, am I boring you Mark?” you asked sarcastically.

“Not at all gorgeous.” he responded, tracing his finger around the rim of the glass.

A smile tugged at your lips.

Mark said things like this all the time to you, but you had never paid any mind to  it. You just considered it a ‘Mark thing’ to throw in little compliments like that. To anyone else they might have considered flirtatious, but you knew Mark didn’t feel that way about you.

As for the way you felt about him…

“Eight. What was my last dream about?” he asked you. 

“MARK! This isn’t fun if all the question revolve around you, and I don’t even get an answer until the end!” you whimpered.

“Don’t you have patience?” he asked.

“HA! I’M COUNTING THAT AS YOU’RE NINTH QUESTION! I GET TO ASK TWO IN A ROW NOW!!!” you shouted energetically. He rolled his eyes at your excitement and childish ways.

This game was turning out to be more fun than you expected. Mark remained silent for a moment before answering your question. You heard him sigh fianally. Without putting up a fight, he let you ask your question. Mark always let you have your way anyways.

“...And for your information, no, I don’t have patience… at least not with you.” you relented.

His eyes flickered up when hearing your little comment.

“Now then, ten! Where are the other members right now?” you asked, settling back on the couch.

“They’re asleep Y/N.” he informed you dryly. You raised your eyebrow at this.

“Oh right, it’s 2:00 in the morning!” you remembered.

“Almost 3 now actually.” he told you.

“Huh...” you muttered to yourself.

“I guess I just make time fly!” he claimed with a sneer.

“...I miss you.” you admitted subconsciously.

He tensed automatically.

There was silence on the other line. You widened your eyes, realizing you had just said that aloud. Was that ... weird? Did you just make things awkward?

“I miss you too.” he finally spoke. Your smile grew larger at his words.

“When will you be back?” you asked him, your tone giving away your desperation.

He smiled at it though nonetheless. It was cute hearing you missing him. “Soon.” he answered you.

You groaned, playing with the handle of spoon while laying your head on your arm. “Not soon enough.” you muttered just loud enough for him to hear it over the phone.

He smiled at your tone.

“But like you said, we’re under the same sky… right?” he asked you, in an attempt to make you feel better. His voice grew soft towards the end of his sentence.

“You know what I’ve always wondered?” you asked him, staring up at the moon.

“What?” he asked you.

“How come you can stare at the moon without going blind, but not the sun?” you asked. “...Does that mean the sun is ugly?” you questioned in a delirious state.

Mark noticed this, making him furrow his eyebrows together.

“Uhh… Y/N? Are you sure you’re not the drunk one here?” he laughed at you.

You just let out a grunt, as you curled up in the chair.

There was a silence between the two of you. He stared at the moon at the thought of you, but it seemed just as bright as the last time he looked at it.

“Y/N...can I skip to 21?” he asked hesitantly, his hands shaking while tracing the edges of the glass.

“I didn’t even know we were still playing.” you laughed lightly, almost falling asleep while holding the phone to your ear.

“Baby I like you. Do you like me too?” he questioned.

Your eyes snapped opened automatically.

“Huh???” you asked, wondering if you had misheard him again, or if that was just in your imagination.

“I know you heard me Y/N, please don’t make me say it again. This isn’t 22 questions Y/N.” he groaned. You felt paralyzed.

Was this another of his jokes? Was he playing this time? He swore he sounded so serious...

“Y-You like me…?” you stammered in a voice just above a whisper.

There was a silence over the phone, it was so hard for you not to see his facial expression.

“Wasn’t it obvious? All the answers to my questions... were you.” he confessed.

You couldn’t even feel your heart beating in your chest anymore. In fact, you think you forgot how to breathe.

“I can’t sleep because I got YOU on my mind...” he began, looking to the concrete of the balcony. “I day dream about YOU often… hell I even dream about you when I’m not awake.” he laughed.

You choked up at his words again.

“I like you.” he repeated.

Your hands were shaking holding the phone as you stared into space.

“Mark… when you say things like this I can’t tell if you’re being serious.” you cautioned, your voice uneasy.

“Are you saying that because you don’t like me back…?” he question, his voice giving away his vulnerability.

You screwed your eyes tight. You didn’t want Mark to ever think that considering it simply wasn’t true. But you didn’t know if you had the guts to tell him that yourself.

“If you’re joking and I say it... I could never look you at you the same way again…” you explained.

He couldn’t ever look at the sky the same way either if you turned him down.

“Funny how I’ve liked you for 3 years now, and I’ve told myself that exact same thing everyday.” he expressed, closing his eyes before they had a chance to start watering.

Your eyes began to water too. You knew exactly what he was talking about. You went through it for three years as well.

“But why now? Over the phone?” you fretted.

You heard Mark inhale staggeringly. “I know you probably don’t have the words… or even know how to respond to this... but I just had to tell you how I've felt about you. I just couldn’t hold it back anymore after hearing your voice in so long. All day, every day, it’s you. All I think about is you. Being alone with my thoughts isn’t doing me any good… I don’t know… what I’m doing anymore-”

“I like you too.” you cried, interrupting Mark. You let out a laugh thinking about it. “...It’s just funny how much time we’ve wasted just being friends.” you sniffled.

The silence presented to you over the line was unbearable.

“Being your best friend has never been a waste of time Y/N.” Mark consulted you. It made your lips twitch upwards into a smile.

“I still wish you told me in person though Mark.” you smiled, tracing your finger over the seat handle.

“And why’s that gorgeous?” he asked.

“So I could kiss you right now.” you responded.

You heard him clear his throat.

“If you keep on saying things like that Y/N, I’d just might have to board a flight home.” he smirked, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

You smiled furthermore at his comment.

“Please do.” you whispered, staring up at the sky, as did he on the other line.

“When I get home baby girl…” he groaned leaning forward, holding his head in his hands.

“... Please just be patient until I get home.”