#youngjae fanfiction

[thealternateuniverse]

Watch Your Attitude

Masterlist

Pairings: Mark Tuan x Reader

Word Count: 1,793 words

Warnings: Language, Smut

Hoho, this is my first time writing a smut. Don't come at me if it disappoints (I tried 😭). Plus, Mark reading his thirst tweets inspired me to create one right away.

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You fucking hate Mark Tuan’s guts. He and his friends strut down the halls like they own the damn place, but to you? They look like a bunch of losers trying way too hard to be cool.

Every time they pass, you can’t help but roll your eyes. Except, one day, Mark catches you.

"Do you have a fucking problem?" His voice is sharp as he stalks toward you, hands tucked in his pockets.

Your brow arches as he closes the distance, arms folding over your chest. "No. Do you?" You don’t hesitate, chin held high.

The hallway stills. Students stop what they’re doing, eyes flicking between you and Mark, tension thick in the air.

"Come on, man. It's not worth it." JayB calls out, tugging at Mark’s arm.

You smirk. "Listen to your friend, Mr. Hotshot." You turn to leave, but before you can take a step, he leans in way too close.

"Watch your fucking attitude," he murmurs, voice low, almost teasing. "I'd love to see that when I bend you over."

A chill shoots down your spine. Heat creeps up your cheeks. Normally, a comment like that would earn him a slap, a sharp comeback but for some reason, your tongue is tied.

His smirk deepens. "Good girl," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin before he pulls away, turning back to his friends like he just won something.

And damn it, maybe he did.

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You're peacefully scrolling through your phone, a lollipop lazily resting between your lips, when a firm hand grabs your waist, yanking you into a dark, empty classroom.

"What the fuck—"

Before you can fully react, another hand presses against the back of your neck, guiding you forward until your hands brace against a desk. Your lollipop flying somewhere.

"Let me go before I kick your balls, Tuan," you snap, twisting slightly, but his grip is firm.

"Ooh, scary." His voice drips with amusement, low and taunting. "But tell me, princess, if you really wanted me to stop, wouldn't you be fighting a little harder?"

His fingers trail along your thigh, brushing the hem of your skirt, and you try not to react but he catches the way your breath hitches.

"Just what the fuck do you want?" you demand, your voice sharp. "And get your damn hands off me."

He chuckles, and somehow... the sound sends a shiver down your spine.

"Princess," he murmurs, "I told you before, I wanted to see that attitude when I bent you over. And guess what? You didn’t disappoint." He leans in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Now I want to see if you still have that bite when you're begging for more."

Your heart hammers against your ribs. You should push him away, tell him to fuck off but the worst part? You're not sure you want to.

When he lifts your skirt slightly, your breath catches. Your body betrays you, arching just enough to give him an invitation you shouldn't be offering.

"Careful, princess," he muses, his palm resting against the curve of your ass. "You're slipping out of character."

Before you can fire back, his hand comes down in a sharp, teasing smack. You gasp except what comes out isn’t a protest. It’s a sound you don’t mean to make.

His smirk is practically audible. "Oh? Was that a moan?"

Your breath catches when Mark’s fingers brush against you, teasing, testing. His touch is deliberate, like he’s savoring every reaction.

"Oh?" His voice is laced with amusement. "Good girl. Already this wet for me?"

You bite your lip, determined not to make a sound but the way he moves his fingers, slow and purposeful, makes it impossible to stay silent. A sharp inhale slips past your lips as he deepens his touch, pushing into you further into the moment.

"Tell me," he murmurs, his lips grazing your ear. "Did that turn you on?"

Your hips move instinctively, chasing the sensation. Just as you’re about to lose yourself, he stops.

A frustrated whine escapes you before you can stop it.

"Use your words, princess," he taunts.

Your pride wars with your need, but he's too good, and you both know it. He starts to pull away, and panic surges through you.

"Fuck—yes!" The words burst out before you can stop them. "I want more."

Mark chuckles, satisfied. "That’s more like it."

He picks up right where he left off, and this time, you don’t hold back. You don’t care who hears.

"I want the same energy when I’m inside you, princess," he murmurs, voice dark and commanding. "Keep moaning for me."

"Yes, Mark! Fuck, faster!"

The pressure builds, your grip tightening against the desk. Just as you’re about to fall over the edge, his voice cuts through the haze.

"Don't you fucking dare," he warns, grip tightening. "You'll come when I tell you to."

You hear the slow, deliberate sound of Mark unbuckling his belt, the soft rustle of fabric as he pushes his pants and boxers down. Curiosity wins over, and you glance back only for your breath to hitch at the sight of him.

Your eyes widen. Oh.

Mark catches you staring, and a slow smirk spreads across his lips. "What's wrong, princess? Not so mouthy now, huh?"

He steps closer, the heat radiating from him making your skin prickle with anticipation. You swallow hard, instinctively tensing as you feel him against you, teasing, testing your limits.

"Let's see if you still have that attitude," he murmurs, voice low and taunting.

You gasp at the sensation, your grip on the desk tightening. Every nerve in your body is on edge, torn between anticipation and the undeniable intensity of the moment.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips. The tension between pleasure and challenge hangs thick in the air, pushing you further into the moment.

A sharp, unrestrained moan escapes your lips, nails digging into the wood beneath your palms.

"Fuck, Mark!"

His grip tightens. "That's right, princess. Keep saying my name."

He moves, slow at first, teasing, testing before finding a rhythm that leaves you breathless. All you can do is cling to the desk, moaning like a mess, lost in the sensation.

"Fuck you, Mark Tuan!" you manage to gasp, though your voice betrays you, laced with something dangerously close to surrender.

Mark chuckles, his grip tightening. "Oh, princess," he taunts, his breath hot against your skin. "That's exactly what you're getting."

His hand moves, fingers pressing against you just right, and suddenly, the tension inside you snaps. A sharp cry escapes your lips as pleasure crashes through you, leaving you trembling beneath him.

Mark follows seconds after, releasing his load inside you, his grip tightening as he groans low in satisfaction, his breath warm against your shoulder.

You nod frantically, barely able to form words, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the heavy rhythm of your breathing, the lingering heat between you still crackling like electricity in the air. Then, finally, he leans in, lips brushing against your ear.

"Good girl," he murmurs, smug and satisfied.

And damn it, you don't even have the energy to argue.

Once Mark is fully dressed, belt buckled, he turns back to you. Without a word, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief to clean you up, wiping away the mess on your thigh. You watch, still catching your breath, as he casually tucks it back into his pocket like it’s nothing.

"That’s nasty," you mutter, fixing your hair.

He chuckles. "I’m gonna frame it in my room."

You wince. That’s disgusting. And yet... kind of hot?

Before you can dwell on that thought, he steps closer, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The unexpected softness throws you off, but what really shocks you is what he says next.

"Come on, let’s eat. I’ll buy you another lollipop." A smirk tugs at his lips. "I get turned on watching you have it in your mouth."

Before you can respond, he leans in, pressing a quick peck on your lips—then another on your cheek. Your brain short-circuits.

"Wait—" You blink at him, trying to process. "Is this you asking me out?"

Mark smirks. "If it weren’t for that attitude of yours, I might’ve asked you properly. But this isn’t bad, I guess."

A chuckle slips past your lips as you shake your head, but you don’t pull away when he grabs your hand. Instead, you let him lead you out of the abandoned classroom like it’s the most normal thing in the world as if he hadn’t just bent you over that desk five minutes ago.

Just what the hell happened?

Stepping into the hallway, you barely take two steps before you run into Yugyeom and Bambam. They stop dead in their tracks, eyes wide, jaws practically on the floor.

Mark shoots them a glare, and they immediately look away but not before you hear Yugyeom whisper to Bambam, "They both smell like sex."

Your eye twitches.

"They must’ve done it in that poor classroom," Bambam replies, shaking his head like he’s disappointed.

You roll your eyes. "You know I can hear you, right?"

Mark squeezes your hand. "Ignore them."

"I am."

But just as you think you’re in the clear, Mark suddenly stops walking. You nearly crash into his back.

He glances over his shoulder, and with that damn smirk still on his lips, he says, "Man, you really need to keep that attitude in check."

Your mouth drops open, realization hitting you like a freight train.

Oh, he’s really gonna fuck your attitude out.

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Beautiful Thing | 08

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader, Jackson x Reader, Jaebeom x Reader, Future GOT7 x Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU, Enemies to Lovers AU (Jinyoung) Rating: PG-13 Summary: Yugyeom finds himself at odds with BamBam when he tries to be kind and friendly to you. Word Count: 4.0k Warnings: language ofc

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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 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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[kpoptrashshipsposts]

How GOT7 Reacts to You Cancelling Plans Last Minute 📅💔

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Jaebeom

He’d already be halfway to pick you up when your text came in. Pulling over, he’d exhale deeply, gripping the wheel before calling you. “Did something happen, or are you just not feeling it today?” His voice would be calm, no anger—just concern. He wouldn’t guilt-trip you, but you’d hear the subtle disappointment in his tone. “Alright, just take care of yourself, okay? We’ll reschedule.” Later that night, you’d get a picture of his cat with a caption: "I'm not the only one who misses you."

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Mark

Instead of texting back, he’d quietly drop by your place and leave your favorite snack with a handwritten note: "I know you need space, but don’t forget to take care of yourself, okay?" He wouldn’t knock or call—just a silent gesture to let you know he was thinking of you. Later, he’d text something simple: "Next time, yeah?" No pressure, just warmth.

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Jackson

Within minutes of your cancellation, you’d get a call. “Wait, hold up—are you okay? What happened?” If you reassured him it was nothing serious, he’d pivot smoothly. “Alright, fine, I won’t bug you… but I’m already in the area. What if we just grab coffee for five minutes? No pressure, no big deal.” He’d find a way to turn the disappointment into something easy and lighthearted, just so he could still see you for a bit.

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Jinyoung

His reply would come almost instantly, laced with playful pettiness. "Oh wow, plans canceled? Love that for me. Totally not sitting here all dressed up or anything." He wouldn’t actually be mad, just mildly dramatic for effect. Later, he’d call you with an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I can forgive you… but only if you make it up to me. I expect prime treatment next time.” His voice would be teasing, but you’d hear the small hint of disappointment—he really had been looking forward to it.

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Youngjae

He’d try to sound okay, but his initial response would immediately make you feel bad. “Oh… that’s fine! I was just really looking forward to it.” He wouldn’t guilt-trip you, but the softness in his voice would linger. A few hours later, you’d get a follow-up text: "I hope you’re doing alright. Let’s try again soon, okay? No pressure, just whenever you’re ready!" He’d never hold it against you, but he’d definitely be missing you.

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Bambam

He’d immediately fire off a playful, dramatic text. "WHAAAT? I just got dressed up for NOTHING?! My fit is WASTED. TRAGIC." But later, he’d send a selfie of himself pouting, captioned: "Sad but still cute. You better make it up to me, PLEASE." He wouldn’t be mad, but he’d definitely remind you of what you were missing.

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Yugyeom

His first response would be a single sad emoji. 😞 Then radio silence. But a little while later, you’d get a Spotify playlist link with the message: "Listen to this and think of me. You owe me." The playlist title? “For When You Break My Heart 💔”—full of moody, emotional R&B songs. When you’d call him and chew him out for being dramatic, he’d just laugh, "I gotta make you feel a little guilty, right?"

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[hoodiejaebum]

where do y'all read your fics these days?

is it ao3 or like. bc I literally only see people with 25 notes and their fics are decent in the got7 tag so yall have to be going somewhere else or there's rly only this many ahgase here

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Three Straws

Summary: Your two CEO boyfriends, Younghoon and Juyeon, and their businesses’ have been doing well. You’ve been so proud of them and their hard work. And not only were their businesses doing well, so were their friends. And usually, you pay no mind to that, because only your boyfriends’ companies meant something to you. But with how often they’ve been mentioning them recently and especially when and where they were mentioning their friends’ successes. Made you realize something was brewing in their minds that involved their friends and you. And now, as the three of you have lunch in Younghoon’s office, you finally find out.

Drawing Straws Series

Smut, PWP (altho it jumps straight in- this chapter!), Fluff?, Arrangements (+ An Established Relationship au)

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.

Warnings: Reverse Cowgirl, Mating Press, Missionary, Unprotected Sex (pls practice safe sex *esp* with multiple partners), Oral (multiple m! receiving and f! receiving), Handjobs (m! receiving), Partially Clothed Sex, Overstimulation (to the point of crying), Clit Stimulation, Praise (from multiple parties), Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Drool, Creampies, Cum Tasting/Swallowing, Allusions to another round, Use of pet names: Princess and Baby *And if I miss anything pls lmk*

Word Count: 1,727

Sunwoo X F! Reader X Haknyeon X Eric (Sunhakric)

[(OT11 X F! Reader (+Poly! Bbangju X Reader))]

[A/n: @jinkoh deserves special credit for helping in progressing this idea, and all the ideas she helped come up with & write. And while you’ve already read the portion that was made for you, I hope you enjoy the rest! This wouldn’t have been possible without you. Thank you for being insane with me as always~ Anyways, this was originally inspired by them looking like rich businessmen in the visual trailer Become for Unexpected. The ball rolled and it became an avalanche…]

Again, if you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.

Drawing Straws // Long Straws // Three Straws // Medium Straws // Short Straws // No Straws

The second the two of them leave, Eric is standing eagerly in front of you. And he’s on his knees before you can blink. You feel his hot breath against your core before his tongue is licking at your entrance. He groans against you, and you let out a soft moan as he tastes you. After a few more licks, he pulls away, running his fingers along your entrance before moving over to Haknyeon, and pushes his fingers into his mouth. He groans as he licks around them, “Fuck, I have to have a taste…” Haknyeon lays down on the bed beside you and scoops you up from behind. Your eyes are wide as he moves you backwards and has you straddle his face. You look down as you hold your knees, gasping as his hot breath fans over your lower lips before he licks at your entrance. You let out a small noise as he lets out a loud groan from the way you taste, “Divine.” You jump when his tongue bumps into your clit and he tsks at you. His arms come around to wrap around your thighs, keeping you from moving away from his tongue. You squirm, unable to move away, and he hums, happy to have you secure before he goes back to tasting you. You look up, finally scanning around the room, and blush as you find the rest of them intently staring at you like you were live entertainment for the six of them. You watch as Hyunjae swirls his last sips of whiskey in his glass, not taking his eyes off you as he watches Haknyeon devour you. 

Before you can think about it further, Sunwoo and Eric are kneeling on either side of the two of you. Sunwoo asks, “You think you can suck us off while Hak eats you out?” You look between the two of them before nodding. They waste no time taking off their jeans and briefs. Eric’s still wearing his tight white tank top, while Sunwoo is wearing a loosely fitted black shirt. That covers some of his length from your view. He bunches the shirt up in his fist as you take him into your mouth, licking around his tip a few times before switching over to Eric. You sit on Haknyeon’s face while you suck off Sunwoo and Eric. His tongue swirls around your clit before diving into your hole, eating you out greedily. You pull off of Eric to moan when Haknyeon sucks on your clit, “Hak-hak…” You shiver from the sensation and take a deep breath in and out before taking Sunwoo into your mouth again. With Haknyeon holding you down making sure you can’t escape from his ministrations. And before you can develop a steady rhythm of switching between the two, Haknyeon has you cumming all over his mouth. He lets out hums of approval as he licks you up, which sends vibrations through your core, making you whine against Eric’s cock. As Haknyeon drinks in your release, satisfied that he could make you cum so quickly. 

When Haknyeon’s finished cleaning you up. He tells the three of you to wait for a moment. The three of you stop moving, and he wastes no time unzipping his jeans and slipping his briefs down over his hips. He doesn’t waste his time taking off his pants before he lifts you up over him, and scoots backwards towards the pillows behind him, before he has you straddle his hips instead. He positions you over his cock, before having you take him inside of you all at once. You gasp and whine as he fills you to the brim as tears prick your eyes, still sensitive from the orgasm that he just gave you. He bounces you on top of him once, before he moves his hands around your hips to better control your pace, so you don’t have to focus on anything but sucking the two off in front of you. Your hands are wrapped around both of their dicks as you alternate between the two of them. Your wrist twists as you stroke Sunwoo and take Eric down your throat while Haknyeon thrusts into you faster. You pull back to let out a few moans before taking Sunwoo back into your mouth and jerking your hand along Eric’s cock. The closer the three of you grow, the messier you become. Drool drips down from your chin as you switch between them. You hear someone groan, “Fuck, (Y/n) looks good like that.” You wish you could look over, but with your mouth full, you couldn’t see much else. You just knew that you looked like a hot mess, and someone found it hot.

The overstimulation brings you to the edge faster than you imagined. You pull away to moan louder as you feel your high approaching and stroke Sunwoo and Eric faster. You cry out as cum over Haknyeon’s cock, his hips stutter to a stop as he finishes inside of you. Eric pauses your movements, shaking his head, and you pout at him, and he smiles, “I wanna finish inside of you, princess.” You blush at the nickname and nod, letting him have his way. As Haknyeon fucks you both through your highs, you focus solely on making Sunwoo cum, you swallow around him, and he groans, “Baby- I’m- I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” You can’t help but swallow again, wanting to make that true, needing to taste him on your tongue. His hand grips your hair harder as he nears his high, and you swallow around him again, and he groans, “F-fuck, princess… I’m gonna-” He holds you against his stomach as he cums down your throat. He pulls out of your mouth to smear his tip along your lips. And you grin, placing a sloppy kiss along his tip. He whimpers as he pulls back, and you lick your lips at him to show him you swallowed it all. “Oh, fuck- don’t do that… You’ll make me want more than I can have, Princess…” You wink, and he groans, knowing he’ll need another round with you, “Eric… you better fuck her fast…” Eric grins down at you, “With pleasure~” 

He enters you as soon as Haknyeon pulls out of you, your mixed cum dripping down onto Haknyeon’s pants as Eric picks you up off him and lays you down on the bed to fold you in half. He enters you in one swift motion, and you cry out from the overstimulation as he groans from the way your walls tighten around him, “Fu-fuck… she’s so tight. You’ve been keeping this a secret from us for how long?” Younghoon muses, “She’s our baby, after all.” Eric thrusts into you fast, holding your legs down as he pounds into you. You whine as he continues, and if you thought you were overstimulated before from Haknyeon, it was nothing compared to this. So, when Eric starts whining, “Pri-princess. I think I’m going to… I don’t think I can last.” You hum; you couldn’t be happier considering how overstimulated you felt. You pull his face towards you and kiss him. Whispering against his lips, “It’s okay, you can cum.” His hips stutter into you, finishing inside of you at your assurance. He kisses your lips one more time before pulling out of you. You sigh, trying to catch your breath from being fucked so fast.

You don’t get a chance to feel empty as Sunwoo fills you back up, plowing into you. He holds your jaw, and you look at him with tears in your eyes. He gives you a sweet smile. “Did anyone ever tell you; you look beautiful all fucked out?” You whimper, “A few times.” He grins, before kissing you, and you finally get to feel his soft lips against yours. And you couldn’t get enough of them. And when he pulls away, you whine and he laughs, kissing you as his thrusts pick up in pace inside of you as his lips move against yours. He pulls away as his fingers find your clit, and you cry out, not able to hold your tears back from all the overstimulation you’re experiencing at this point. He kisses them away as his fingers rub against your clit quickly. Eric lies beside you, spent, and you look to your other side to see Haknyeon watching the two of you. You don’t get to look over at them for long before Sunwoo’s lips draw you back to him, his lips molding against yours. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was a good kisser. His lips felt good against yours as his thrusts pick up in pace, matching the speed of his fingers against your clit. You pull back to whine, “Sun-Sunwoo?” He hums, and you whimper, “I’m gonna cum.” He groans, “Cum all over my cock, princess.” The overstimulation drives you mad as you release all over Sunwoo’s cock. His hips stutter into yours as your walls clench around him, and he cums inside of you. His lips kiss down your neck as he rides out your high. You feel spent as Sunwoo whispers, “You did so, so good for us, baby.” His lips leave a mark on your neck as he pulls out of you. 

Haknyeon draws circles over his hips as you come down from your high. You look over at him and his eyes look so soft as he asks, “Can we go for another round?” You hear Eric eagerly say, “Me too!” And Sunwoo says, “Me three.” And you can’t find any reasons to turn down a good time. And with that, they rearrange to take you again, each of them having their own fair turn with neither of the others interrupting while they did. And you couldn’t be happier than with the one-on-one time, and how well each of them filled you up and brought you to your next release before they hit theirs. 

After two full rounds, your jaw is a little sore after giving four of them oral. You’re not sure you can do it the next round. As they clean up, you rest your eyes, not sleeping, just processing everything that has gone down in the past few hours. You were really fucking your lovers’ friends and god, you were really enjoying it.

[happysprings]

Love may be

Chapter 4

Link to chapter 3

Finally you reached Korea. You entered home greeted everyone and told that you were tired and went inside and slept in. For the next few weeks you didn't talk to JayB. you just avoided him and spent most of your time in your room painting for the wedding anniversary of Lay's parents less than a week was left and you were done with the painting initially you thought it would better if you sent Jayb text instead of speaking to him about you leaving for China. So you shot a text saying you will be leaving for china next Monday and you booked your flight and you don't need anyone to accompany you. After sending the text you waited for his reply but instead of replying he came to your shared room. You thought your husband must be out of work but he was at home. He entered the room and locked the door and said "haven't I told you not to go anywhere alone??" Hearing this you rolled your eyes and said "I don't want anyone accompany me. It's weird " hearing this he clenched his teeth, you understood you got on his nerve and he was angry but you couldn't care less, but instead of scolding you or raising his voice he calmly answered "y/n I know you don't need anyone but it is for me ??" Now this was your last straw and finally you lash out at him "FOR YOU??? I AM YOUR GOD DAMN TROPHY WIFE, NOTHING MORE THAN THAT, SO JUST STOP PRETENDING LIKE YOU CARE." after shouting stormed to the bathroom and locked yourself there. Suddenly you got a text from Bambam "are you ready ?? We are leaving in half an hour." You then suddenly remembered that you had plans with Bambam, Yugyeom and Jackson for Dinner. After a few minutes you heard the door close so you came out dressed up and went out with Bambam Yugyeom and Jackson it was an open garden restaurant your mother in law was also there. You guys were having food and your mother in law asked you "how was the honeymoon? Did you guys enjoyed???" Hearing this question you shifted uncomfortably and said "yes greece was beautiful. I enjoyed it." Hearing this Bambam asked "noona don't be offended but when will we get a little one to play around?" You gulped nervously and said "Let's see." Soon after some chats and drinks was you saw JayB Mark youngjae and your father in-law joined the table. Jay B sat beside you. You were still drinking, you would be lying if you said you weren't a little drunk, when your father in-law asked "what's up with the new painting you have been busy with?? Is it done?? " Hearing this you smiled like an idiotic and said "yes I m going to china next monday... To deliver it" hearing your father in-law questioned Jay B "are you not going??" Hearing this you laughed "no dad...he is bussssy ..." You said smiling. Hearing this everyone turned their heads. "What he is... Has anyone ever seen him sleeping in our room?? No right because he is busy. So he is busyyyy dad soooo busy." Before smiling at you your father in-law shot a look at Jay B and said "my dearest daughter you are right this guy is always busy... I'll do something for this." You smiled and said "dad mom I want to visit my other mom dad... Can I go tomorrow?? I want to spend some time there and then next week I'll leave for china?" To which your mother-in-law said "of course love you can go...but JayB will accompany you to China."

You were about to start "mom...." But jay interrupted and said "everyone! we will take our leaves now..my dearest wife had a lot of drinks." He then picked you in the bridal position and went to the car. The ride from the restaurant to home was quiet. You almost reached home and suddenly you started rummaging through the dashboard and seat He asked you politely "what happened what are you searching for???" But you didn't reply instead you continued doing it. Then he held your wrist softly and turned your head towards you "what do you need tell me?? " You whispered slowly "my phone"he gave you your phone from his pocket you took it. Then you tried to walk on your own but you weren't able to. He came near you with your handbag and supported you to your shared bedroom as he was lying you down on bed suddenly smell a different perfume. Even being drunk you were sure that wasn't yours. He was removing your heels and you sat up and asked him "tell me honestly, do you feel I am an idiot??" Hearing this he suddenly made eye contact with you and said "you had a lot of drinks. You need to rest!" It was true that you were drunk but not that much you held his arm and asked "who were you with???" Hearing this question he rolled his eyes and "just business people??" You gave him a psycho smile and said "you smell like ladies perfume, were you making a deal in the office or someone's bedroom??" Hearing he got more frustrated and shocked "how could you even think that I could cheat on you??" You laughed sarcastically and pulled him by his collar "dear husband I know I drank a bit but I am never too drunk to know a lady's perfume on a man...that too on my husband. This whole time I expected just one thing.. loyalty. This is how you pay me!?" You let go of him and went straight to your room. Your mind was a mess you had to let it out so you painted. You painted all night and finally fell asleep. But when you woke up you saw you were in your bedroom you someone's behind you. You felt a hand on your stomach slightly gripping you and you felt his breath on your neck. You turn only to find Jay B there. You tried to remove his hand and gripped and turned to face him. He looked beautiful, the rays of sun slightly kissing his skin making it glow differently. It was surreal that 6 months in your marriage and this is the first time you slept with him. "Are you hungry!" Breaking your trance he asked you tried to detach yourself from his grip but he pulled you close. "Tell me are you hungry?! I'll cook for you" you nodded and finally he let you go. He went out and you went to the washroom. Soon after he came with a plate of toast, some scrambled eggs and coffee. He passed you the tray of food you sat on the couch and said "are we not having breakfast with everyone??" You asked him while sipping coffee he said "did you check the time??" Hearing this you checked your phone it was 12 noon. "We overslept... Don't you have to go to work??" He replied "no..thanks to you, Dad let me off for a few weeks. So we can visit China together." Hearing this you again said "I told you seriously it's not needed" instead of telling you anything he told you to eat.

After you had your breakfast you saw JayB casually lying on the bed "I am going to stay at my mom's for a week then I'll leave for china. Can you bring that bag down so I can pack it?" Jay B nodded and got you the bag and with your stuff he gave you his stuff as well. "What are you doing??" Then he said "what I am packing my stuff too, I'll go with you too, that is my in-laws house as well." To which you stopped everything and said "why???" "I told you I have nothing to do, all I have to do is to spend time with you. Dad let me off and warned me not to be near the office or any deal." He said. "If this is about yesterday then...." Before you could finish the sentence "no, it was nothing because of yesterday and I did not cheat on you. Yes I met Tzuyu but she came near me but I made my distance. You can ask Mark, youngjae or dad." Hearing this you rolled your eyes and walked away but he was fast instead he locked the bedroom "what are you doing?" You asked him shockingly "just locking the door" to which you replied "why I wanna go out" Jay B asked you "why?? Are you scared that history might repeat??" "What history??" You asked "the elevator history...btw I still remember how you told those people to take another lift." You shot him a look and turned away and went to Vanity you stood there. Looking at his reflection, he suddenly removes his tshirt and walks near you. slowly removing your hair to your left side, exposing your back and bend down till his lips are slightly touching touching your ear lobe and whispered "last night I was disappointed that you thought I would cheat on you...but I think..I should let you know that I cannot do that..." Saying this his lips roughly sucks your neck and his hands holding your waist. Soon he turns you around to face him. Without wasting time he attached his lips to yours and you held him and reciprocated the kiss with sam feverish passion. His hand is pulling the helm of your tshirt, you were about to remove your shirt that's when Yugyeom gets inside you pushed JayB away and asked him "what is Yugyeom??" To which he replied "noona mom was calling you. Sorry I'll tell her you guys are busy" hearing this you push JayB and said "wear your tshirt" you made your way to your mother in-law "hi y/naa I am so sorry if I disturbed you guys but I needed to tell you that today we have a party at 7 you and Jayb will have to attend it." Hearing this you ask "whose party is this and what party ?" To which she replies "it's our rivals, their son is getting married...btw since he home why don't you two go and shop for the dress" you nodded. Soon you reached your and saw JayB on call with someone. You went to shower and soon you came out with wet hair. JayB was in bed scrolling through his phone then he noticed you with wet hair he comes to you takes the towel and made you sit in front of the vanity. He took the dryer and started drying your hair. "What are you doing? I can do it" but he shushed you. Once your hair was dry he combed them and kissed you on your temple and went for a shower. Meanwhile you got ready and you chose casual blue jeans with a tshirt. He just wore a pant rest he was shirtless as he was coming towards you "wear something we need to go for shopping, there is a wedding by this Evening mom told me to shop ..if you don't want to you don't..." He came to close and pecked your lips and said "I already told you wifey...I have all the time for you "

You both came back home after shopping and went to your room "go wear and show me how it looks." Said your husband. "No, I am tired....but I want to talk to you" to which he replied "of course I have all the time." "Okay so what's going on??? What happened with you??? What changed after dinner that night ??" You asked JayB and he replied "what nothing.... everything is the same" and then you asked "really!!??? Why are you sleeping in this room and doing all this stuff??" And he stood up from his place and came near you "see y/n you were right we should try and work on this marriage, I am so sorry that I was being distant from the beginning. But I want to change now" hearing this you shot a reply "change what?? Is it because I accused you of cheating???" He held your arms and said " no of course not, but again I could never cheat on you. You are my wife." He took a pause and said "I know I hurt you in the past but not now, I realised " then he held your hand and kissed your knuckle"give me...no give us a chance let me prove you" saying he came forward.

Pulled you close and hugged you and took you to the bed. As he pulled away you held his arm and pulled him again for kissing him. Your lips touched it felt like an electric shock, you held his face close he made you lie down on the bed as he hovered you, you were eyeing his body and he asks "like what you??" But instead of answering the question you held his nape and pulled him for another kiss. This time both of you were fighting for dominance while his hand makes its way inside your top to your breasts giving it a slight squeeze. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, but your husband couldn't care less, you had to tap his shoulder to break the kiss. Both of your were breathless jay asked "Let it be.. I am busy right now." Saying this he was coming close and there was another knock and you can hear your mother-in-law calling the two of you "Jayb open the door I need to talk to y/n" hearing her voice you force JayB to move finally you made yourself presentable and rushed to open the door. The door opened and your mother-in-law saw your hair a little messy and Jayb in bed asked "did I disturb you guys???" You blushed and answered "noo...noo we weren't doing anything. But what happened??" Your mother-in-law replied "you know the wedding all of us are going , so I am just asking if you have any unsold paintings!? Your dad was bragging about your artistic side, so those guys asked if we could gift them? I am so sorry ..that we..." Before she could complete the sentence you stopped her and said " noo mom..firstly thank you much for supporting me ...and yes I do have a lot and since its a marriage I have something you can look" to which your mother-in-law said " actually I have seen it all I love it I'll just tell Jackson to pick one" to you smiled and she asked another question "you need to get ready will be leaving soon??" You nodded and your mom says "go fast, I'll get ready as well" And your mother-in-law leaves you. You reached your room to find JayB all dressed up in black suit. "I am ready. Take your time and look beautiful... I'll be waiting downstairs " saying this he kissed your cheek. You got ready you wore a backless body hugging black gown, did your make up, tied your hair up in a bun and you made your way down. As you reached down you saw JayB waiting. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you and whispered "beautiful". He gave you his hand and you gladly took it. He placed hand on the back and whispered "I'll have to keep you close or else people will keep eyeing you" saying this he kissed your nape and walked you to the car. You reached the venue and you waited for JayB. He came and held your back entering the venue.

Entering the venue the first thing you saw was Shownu and Kihyun you didn't understand why these guys were here, because as per jackson they are the rival mafia. Soon you spotted Minhyuk on stage with Tzuyu, seeing them together you rolled your eyes and you checked JayB for his reaction. Your blood boiled seeing his expression. His eyes were fixed at Tzuyu like he has lost something. You smiled and whispered "seriously you're simping right now???" Hearing this changed his posture and smiled "your ex-boyfriend is also there, how do you feel??" Hearing this you smiled "fuck you... Unlike you I moved on.. and soon I'll be divorcing you as well" saying this you made your way to the bar. You ordered drinks back to back. Your alcohol tolerance is pretty high and you see Hyungwon join beside you "hey y/n long time no see??" He smiled and said "so long.. yet I still don't like you" you cheered the glass and said "the feeling is mutual won" he laughs and throws another question "I don't remember sending you any invites ?" To which you replied "you did...apparently to my husband " and winked hearing this he raised his eyebrows and asked "that would be??" "Let me introduce myself then...heyy Hyungwon this Lim y/n " then he congratulated you and said "I assume arranged marriage? Don't you miss minhyuk" To which you reply "yes arranged marriage... because I don't make the same mistake twice also, I don't pick up garbage. For me if I throw something away it's gone.." you said and started walking "don't stare too much" you said and went to Mark and Jackson and bambam. As you joined them, Jackson asks "jeez you reek of alcohol, how much do you drink??" To which you replied "I am standing straight so not much" saying this you witness the ceremony where two cheaters get married to each other. You called your brother Jake and asked him to pick you up tomorrow because you miss mom and dad. As the ceremony ended Minhyuk met you "heyy... I didn't expect you to be here." You smiled and said "me neither but you invited us to come." With confusion on his face he asked "I don't really remember inviting you? " To which you said "you invited my husband's whole family and so I have to be here." The moment you said your husband it was visible he was shocked and still managed to throw another question "you got married???" To which you replied "yes to Lim Jaebeom" hearing this he said "no he married the daughter of the biggest and greatest mafia in korea y/f/n " you smiled and "that's my father!!" He was even more shocked "we dated yet you never said anything about your family" you smiled sarcastically "so now you regret cheating??" He didn't say anything "it's late anyway..I would take my leave and congratulations" you said and went home with Jackson.

You reached home and went to your bedroom and changed yourself in a white silk night gown. You made your way to your room and started to paint. At 3 in the morning you heard noises from outside you went out and saw JayB covered in blood you made your way to him. You saw him walking fine. You entered the bedroom and asked "are you injured ??" To which he replied "not really." Then he looked at his shirt and said "it's not mine. I..."before he could finish the sentence you took some ointment and applied it on his forehead and his lower lip. All this time he was constantly looking at you. You cleaned his small wounds and said " change yourself and sleep." You were about to leave the room but he held your wrist and said "I am sorry.." you didn't say anything instead you turned around and bent down to his level and pecked his lips and whispered "sleep" saying this you left the room n slept in another room.

Next morning Jake came and you packed your stuff while your husband was sleeping and you were gone. JayB woke up in the afternoon with a killing headache he saw near the nightstand you left him tablet and a glass of juice. He chugged it and noticed a few of your things were missing. He stood up and looked around, he called your name but he didn't find you. So after getting changed he went down and asked Jackson if he had seen you to which he replied "this morning Jake came to pick her, she went to her home" hearing this he closed his eyes and took the keys jackson asked " where are you going???" To which JayB yelled "to y/n "

He reached home and met your parents. They asked him if everything is fine and he said "yes I just miss her. Can I please see her? " Hearing this your father laughed and said "OOO this new phase...go take the stairs in the first room at the left" he nodded. As he saw you. You were wearing shorts and a tank top,hair in a messy bun and you were smoking a joint. You thought it was your house help and said "get me more of this! " But as you turn around you see JayB standing there. "What are you doing here?" JayB walked inside and closed the door "I came for you...how could you go without informing me??" Meanwhile you threw the joint away. "I am not your property, I can go wherever I want to" He then asked "so you smoke joint. What are the other things that you do that I don't know about ?" You smiled and said "a lot...but don't bother to learn" he walked you and said "I am sorry for yesterday " you nodded "once I come back from China let's get divorced ." You declared all he could say was "No you can't and I will never leave you. Divorce was never an option in this relationship " hearing this you raised your eyebrows and "yet putting on a show marriage was?" Hearing this he turned around and locked the door "I am sorry for all these times but let me make up for you please" to which you replied "okay.. then look me in the eyes and repeat after me, y/n I love you and I have no feelings for anyone else apart from you" hearing this JayB walked near you . He came closer and took your hand and pulled you close and he held your waist and said "y/n I love you and I do not have any feelings for anyone else." He said this without breaking the eye contact, now you were shifting. He slowly bent down and kissed your neck. You put a hand on his chest but he removes it and instead holds it and pulls it towards him, he sits on the bed and you straddle him. Soon his kisses move to your collar bone and start to mark you and suck you. You moved your neck giving him more access while hold his neck and gridding on him and you whispered breathlessly "I haven't forgiven you yet..." Jayb's hand slowly getting under the tank top exploring every inch of you. Slowly he removed your top and he started sucking in your cleavage while you were grinding and he is breathless too but asks "then why am I doing this ?" He unhooked your bra and threw it away and started slowly massaging your breasts. You touched his shirt and force him to remove it and whispered"because you are good at it" hearing this he connected his lips to yours the kiss was so rough as if he was waiting for it. He started sucking you and marking you all over your breasts and stomach he then removed your shorts and then he took off your panties and kept it in his pocket. As he started sucking your clit while you held his hair. He slowly inserted two finger inside and kept on sucking. You grasp as his inserted two fingers but you soon adjusted and you whispered " jay I want you...kiss me come here" hearing this he wasted no time he removed his pants you saw his length and thought he indeed was big and he hovered over you and positioned himself and whispered while kissing your nape "love this is going to hurt but you'll adjust to it slowly." Hearing this you moaned while he sucking your soft spot he inserted himself you felt a pang but he distracted you with his open mouthed kisses you adjusted and whispered between kisses "jay move please.." you were holding his neck while pulling him for another kiss hearing this he increased his pace and after few minutes you felt a knot in your stomach and cried "jay please I am about...." Before you could complete he kissed you again and moaned your name as you both reached your climax. JayB whispered in your ear "I love you y/n" you smiled you didn't say anything.

Next chapter coming soon

Link to chapter 5

[luckymilkshakerebel]

Falling Out of Tune

Genre: Angst, sad ending

Cast: youngjae Got7 x female reader

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The rain outside mirrored the heaviness in your heart as you sat in the small café where everything had started. The memories of late-night conversations and stolen laughter with Youngjae played on repeat in your mind, but today, those memories felt distant—like a song you could no longer sing.

Youngjae was late. Again.

You stared at your untouched coffee, your fingers tightening around the cup. This wasn’t the first time he’d kept you waiting, but tonight, the wait felt different. There was a tension between the two of you, one that had grown over the past few months. His packed schedule, the late-night rehearsals, the unending spotlight—everything that had once seemed manageable now felt insurmountable.

The bell above the door jingled, and you looked up, spotting him. His face was shadowed with exhaustion, his hair slightly damp from the rain. He approached your table with an apologetic smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Sorry, I got caught up at the studio,” he said, sliding into the seat across from you.

You forced a small smile, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s okay.” But it wasn’t.

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the hum of the café filling the space between you. Youngjae glanced at you, his expression softening when he saw the hurt in your eyes. “Y/N, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You looked down at your hands, your throat tightening. “Do you even need to ask, Youngjae?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

Taking a deep breath, you finally met his gaze. “We’ve been drifting apart. You’re always busy, always distracted. I know your career is important, and I’ve tried to be patient, but…” Your voice cracked. “I don’t even feel like I’m part of your life anymore.”

Youngjae’s brows knitted together, guilt flashing across his face. “Y/N, that’s not true. I’ve just been under a lot of pressure lately. You know how demanding this life is.”

“I do,” you said softly, “but I also know that love is about making time for each other, no matter how hard it gets. And lately, it feels like I’m the only one trying.”

His hands curled into fists on the table, his jaw tightening. “Do you think this is easy for me? Balancing everything? I’m trying, Y/N. I really am.”

“Are you?” you asked, your voice trembling. “Because it feels like I’m just an afterthought to you now. Like I’m not even a priority.”

Youngjae flinched, the words hitting him harder than he expected. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” he admitted quietly.

“I don’t need words, Youngjae,” you said, your voice cracking. “I need actions. I need to feel like I matter to you.”

The weight of your confession hung in the air, and for a moment, Youngjae looked like he wanted to reach out, to comfort you. But he didn’t. Instead, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I never wanted to hurt you,” he said. “But maybe… maybe I’m not what you need right now.”

The finality of his words sent a sharp pain through your chest. “What are you saying?”

He looked down at the table, his voice barely audible. “Maybe we’ve been trying to hold on to something that isn’t working anymore.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you stared at him, searching for any sign that he didn’t mean it. But the sadness in his expression told you everything you needed to know.

“Is this really what you want?” you whispered.

Youngjae hesitated before shaking his head. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about what’s best for both of us. And I don’t think I can give you what you deserve right now.”

The tears you’d been holding back finally fell, and you quickly wiped them away, trying to keep your composure. “I thought we were stronger than this.”

“So did I,” he said, his voice breaking.

For a long moment, the two of you sat there, the love you once shared lingering like the last note of a song. Finally, you stood, your legs shaky as you grabbed your bag.

“I guess this is goodbye, then,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Youngjae stood as well, his eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You nodded, unable to speak. As you turned to leave, you felt his gaze on you, but you didn’t look back. The sound of the rain greeted you as you stepped outside, the cold drops mingling with your tears.

The melody of your love had ended, leaving behind an aching silence. And though your heart was shattered, you knew that someday, you’d find the strength to write a new song—one that didn’t hurt so much to sing.

Hi, because of the GOT7 comeback and youngjae is my favourite member... So here we go

[jadededge]

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

[luciathcv]

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

[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.”

[blizzardfluffykpop]

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.

[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..."