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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 months

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Relaxing

Summary: After a long day at work, you get to spend the rest of the day relaxing with Bambam and your four cats.

Oneshot

Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,262

Bambam X Reader

Requested: I wonder if you can go a lil BamBam fluff :DD Like not over the top fluff but like domestic home fluff? Like reader comes home to a cozy house of BamBam and cats?? Idk, do what you feel is right! Love youuuuuu 💜

[A/n: I did name ½ of the cats. But seriously they can have any name you wish. (One is named King like Bam’s real cat but not an imitation). I don’t write about Got7 too much anymore, if that. I still love them but not enough to write about them. Anyways, the reason I took this is because I’ve known and been friends with this person in real life for many years. On top of having inspiration for it. And today she starts her new job, and I wish her lots of luck. Anyways, love ya too! Hope this is to your cup of tea!]

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You’ve waited for the weekend to come since the dawn of Monday, wanting to be back in Bambam’s arms. But with you both working different schedules, it was hard to be home together. As you clock out, you can’t help but feel giddy. You race out of the building, barely saying goodbye to anyone before hopping in your car. Your phone rings as if he knew, “Hey, Baby, are you on your way?” You grin, “Yeah, I’ll be home in ten. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He hums and says, “No, just you. I ordered your favorite, by the way.” You thank him and say your goodbyes, and after checking the coast that the was clear, you barrel out of the parking lot, looking forward to a long weekend of cuddling and relaxing.

You can’t help but smile as you see your shared home. Back before you bought a house together, he always felt like home. And now that you’re living together, it felt surreal, no matter how many times you return. You call into the house as you set your keys down, “Babe, I’m home~” He calls back, “In the living room!” You smile and reach the living room and see a precious site. Curled up on his lap are two of the four cats you share. You quickly snap a photo, and then he catches sight of you, “I’m so happy you’re home. I’ve missed you all week.” “I’ve missed you too, Bam.”

That’s when the other two unoccupied cats hear that you are home. You hear their loud meows before you see them. You smile softly as the one comes up and walks between your legs, and you pick it up and kiss it while the other leads you to your shared bedroom. The cats hop onto your bed as you change into your pajamas, waiting for you to finish cleaning up. They follow you back to the living room, where you settle beside Bambam.

He smiles, wraps his arm around your shoulders, and pulls you into his side. Your workday starts to weigh on you as you rest your head against his shoulders. He asks, “You want to tell me about your day?” You shake your head no, and he kisses your forehead, “You don’t have to. I’m glad you’re home.” The two kitties who followed you hop onto your lap, and Bam chuckles, “Seems like they’re glad, too.” You sigh, “This is nice. It’s good to be home.” He nods and lets you have your moments of rest and peace.

Once you unwind from your long day at work, you start scratching the fuzzy gray cat behind the ears, and she instantly starts purring. The other wakes up from the noise and gives you a look, and you let out a light laugh before using your other hand to scratch their neck. The cats on Bam’s lap stretch out and look up to find your home. The one nuzzles into Bam’s chest and asks for pets, which he willingly gives him. While the other, with its outstretched paws, starts making biscuits on both of your legs. Which makes you both laugh as you sit there basking in the moment. The doorbell rings. Bam scoots his cat onto your lap, which causes the one that was lying on his chest to hop off and head to the kitchen to get his food. You both laugh, and he pulls his arm out from behind you and gets up. Once he’s off the couch, the other curls up against your leg where Bambam was sitting.

You smile at the three cats and wait for Bam to return, “Whatcha get?” He grins as he reminds you, “Your favorite.” You give him a small smile, “I thought it’d be a good way to cheer you up.” You agree, and he pulls the coffee table closer to you. He goes to the kitchen, pulls out the utensils, and two drinks for you two. He returns, opens your cans, and hands you your meal so you don’t risk the three cats moving away. But alas, they do, smelling that it’s mealtime. “Did you give them their cans of food?” He nods, “Yeah, but the two here,” gesturing to the ones on your lap, “Didn’t want to eat until you returned.” “And what about Lamb Chop?” He laughs, “She already ate. That’s why she’s so content lying against us.” You laugh, and she moves into your lap after the two who smell pasta hop down to eat their fishy dinners in the kitchen. She rolls over as Bam sits back down and lays across the two of you, “The baby… Always getting what she wants.” He laughs, “Always. How’s our little lamb chop?” She purrs as the two of you rub her belly before digging into your food.

She hops down as you two finish eating. Bam gets up and takes your trash, “Thanks, Bambi.” He smiles, “No problem, Thumper.” You both laugh and after, he throws away the garbage. The two of you go and wash up after your meal. He grabs your hand in his, stopping you in your tracks, “Do you want to watch TV or head to bed?” You think about it before deciding, “Sleep sounds really good right now.” He smiles, brings you into his chest, and holds you, “Okay.” You nuzzle your face into his chest as you sigh. He runs his fingers through your hair and helps you calm down even further. He waits for you to part from the embrace before he asks, “Ready?” You nod, and he leads you both to your bed and lifts the comforter up for you to get under. You give him a light smile as he gets under the covers on his side before tucking you in and wrapping himself around you.

You hear scratching at the door, “Did you let them in?” He groans, “That’s what I forgot!” He clambers out of bed, unraveling himself before opening their mini door. One of them huffs at him, and he sasses, “King, we’ve talked about this. You get huffy with me. You won’t get any treats.” King huffs at him again, and Bam grumbles as he defeatedly makes his way back to bed. You roll over to face him as he climbs back in and gets under the blanket, “You, okay? Did the big bad kitty-cat give you attitude?” He pouts and nods his head. You ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek, “Aw, it’s okay, Bammie. He’ll purr, and you’ll forget all about it.” He nods, and lo and behold, King makes his way between you two and rubs up against him. “All is forgiven, little man. You’ll get your treat in the morning as usual.” You look towards King, then at Bam, then at King, and back at Bam before he gets it. And gently moves King from in between you two and kisses your nose, “Is someone jealous?” You pout, “Bam…” Which causes him to grin, “Your pout is so cute, baby.” And kisses your lips, “I love you, now let’s get some sleep.” You whisper back, “I love you too.” He turns off the overhead light with a command and turns on the lower light so you can rest at ease. He rolls you over, and you both laugh as he drags you into his arms. Your cats find their places around you two to sleep. And for the next two days, you can relax and spend them merrily with him and your four fur babies.

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mo2k · 2 years

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bam's note : this is a part of @okkatsudon ; "somebody new" collab! it's always been my dream after watching mha to write this, literally seizing this opportunity as soon as i saw the event!

warnings : angst, unrequited/one sided love, crushing, no happy ending, some cursed words, deja vu, third wheel character, one part is slightly suggestive, long fic (almost 3k words omg wat- 😵🤯)

it was sweet to love him.

you met todoroki on the very first day of school, pretty cherry blossom trees were blooming and portions of petals were falling down the ground.

lost in the scenery, you didn't took notice of the person walking your way until you bumped into them. all the books and papers you were carrying got knocked to the floor. you instantly apologise to that person and crouch down to collect your things. another hand that's not yours help pick the few left ones before handing them to you.

that was the first time you got to drown in those mismatched heterochromatic eyes.

a stranger with evenly split hair between two colours; white and red. he was rather well-built and tall for someone around his age. though he has quite a strange large scar on one side of his face. despite that and the seriousness he wore you swear you viewed him as the hottest guy you've ever met.

you again haven't noticed that you were staring at him for far too long until this unknown man need to clear his throat and gently jab the stuffs to you once more. you felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you quickly look away and mumbled quiet sorry for your bad manners and thank him for his help.

he only nodded in response before about to turn and resumed back on his way. you interrupted him first by calling out, "what's your name?"

the man spare you a glance, evidently heard you, still he decided not to reply. making you frown and follow him, proceeding to ask him questions "hey, what's your class? perhaps we're on the same one, and with that perhaps-" he suddenly took a turn around the corner, consequence come in you almost tripped on your own feet. this time you managed to grab the wall, then run up to catch up to him. frowning, why is he gotta be so fast?

"hey! wait! you're still new here like me right? how about we walk to our classroom together? i'm y/n by the way, and was about to head to class 1A. do you perhaps have any idea where-" it was as though all you babble was nix as the arrogant dude, you could call him, doesn't seem to even give a damn.

but it's alright, because it seems like he share the same destination as you. 1A label presented in front of you, and the stranger you met earlier already disappear by walking into the room before you can even registered what's going on.

all your dreams, wishes, hopes, were right here. heart hammering hard in your chest, you felt your body slightly shook in both excitement and anxiousness as you slowly stride after that two colours haired guy.

and your whole life changed ever since.

you later learned by a group of girls you've been hanging out with, his name was todoroki. shoto todoroki. your eyes and mind were already mindlessly trailing to the figure of him, far away from your friends voices, away from any other environment. he was scribbling something to his note. looking effortlessly so cool, so handsome.

and somehow you were tapping your lips. thinking of a way of trying to get close to him, what a stupid act. you just met him a week ago, but something about him already intrigued you this much??

"y/n. y/n, are you even listening?" mina's voice snapped you out of your trance. you blinked a couple of times, regaining your attention back to her while searching for a suitable response.

"ah- sorry i got distracted, what was it again?" you lightly scratch your cheek, looking confused.

"are you perhaps interested in todoroki-kun, y/n-chan?" tsuyu pointed out, and uraraka nodded her head in agreement.

"yeah, we saw you were looking at him. is there anything going on between you two?" the browned tilted her head curiously, all the girls turn their head to look at you, too.

"nothing! it's nothing really, i've just been wondering of... a way to..." you nervously switched your gaze anywhere and everywhere but their watchful eyes. trying your best to contain your blush.

"get closer to him..." you quietly whispered to them.

an 'oooooo' and squeals buzzed among them, and you have to cover your face up with a hand. glancing one last time at the person who caused all this, you felt your heart skipped a beat when you saw that he was, coincidentally or not, looking at you too.

at lunch, all thanks to the efforts of those girls. makes you sitting beside him right now, finding it hard to get a grip of yourself. blushing like crazy, you can't help but be a stuttering mess.

"i- uh uhmm- hey, not sure if you remember me. but i'm-"

"i remembered. you were that annoying girl who keep pestering me all the way to my classroom"

the statement make you shock a bit. no, very.

"don't say that" your eyebrows bundled as you speak, "it's quite a rude thing to say to someone you don't know"

mismatched apathetic eyes locked with yours, no emotion showed on his expression as he simply answered, "and it's also quite rude to keep bothering a stranger who obviously show no interest in being friends already"

his words sharp as a knife, you felt a heavy lump forming in your throat. "i'll make you change you mind" your voice was quivering, but you were too hurt to care for that. "just you wait"

with that, you got up and marched off. heading straight toward the girl's bathroom.

guess things always hurt when it's right.

but being the super determined person you were. you still didn't give up on the following days, or weeks, or months. the always failed attempts of trying to follow him, be close to him and getting to know him more.

despite each time the boy snapped and stabbed you with hurtful words, the very next day he'll still find you sitting in his usual spot at the cafeteria. running to the front gate to wait and walk home together.

your girl friends are also behind all these scenes too, silently leaving only you and him to bring the notebooks to the teacher's room saying they were "busy". purposefully leave right away to give you two alone time, well not really since they stay at an appropriate distance watching, and when he hurt you again, they always make sure to be there comforting and encouraging you to never loose hope.

and perhaps the world wasn't too cruel. because eventually the once unconcerned todoroki slowly start to warm up, especially after the u.a. sports festival.

"todoroki-kun~ may i join you for lunch today?" you jovially asked him, despite completely know the common incoming disinterested answer.

though today, much to your surprise, he merely nodded. you stared after him, baffled. and shoto turn his head back to you after a few steps, slightly tilting his head in confusion as if saying, 'what are you waiting for?'

speechlessly gaping, you cannot exactly describe the fluttering feeling in your stomach. 'aw fuck it' you thought and quickly pursue after him.

that day was the first day you grasp the real meaning of the word 'hope'. all your friends jump and cheer for you afterwards when you return to them.

"cheers to y/n and her soon-to-be boyfriend!" hagakure sang while mina threw her arms around you, blathering nonstop how happy she was for you. laughing at how supportive they all were, as though he was already your s/o, but you must admit that you couldn't ask for anything better.

from here on out, the former cold relationship between you and shoto seems to grow warmer, like winter slowly turn into spring.

time flies by faster than anyone could imagine, right now most of you guys already received provisional hero license. although todoroki and bakugou still have to go to a special course.

"sho-chann" you called for him late at night when you guys about to parted to your own rooms. "tomorrow's your first day of the special course right? good luck!"

small smile cracked at your sweet encouragement, he mumbled a thank you. and you grinned back at him, afore, a soft kiss was planted wordlessly against your forehead.

for the 3rd, or 4th time or more counted, that he had made you surprised. although you didn't get to say a word as he was already pacing away. leaving you brushing your fingers on where the kiss landed, still all fuzzy and blushing.

not to mention that he was smiling to you more often. directly. like after you guys watched some random movies, you deliberately tease him of 'how we should hang out more often' while shooting him a wink. the stoic man's upper lips were tugged up in response. and shockingly agreed to what you've just said.

HE. DID. SMILE. AT. YOU.

dear god, you weren't imagining it.

it wasn't until winter ran by did you confront him. mustering up all the courage you got, you have to say it, no matter what.

"oh, hey y/n" shoto greeted you, coming to meet as requested right outside the dorms. it was nighttime and the only lights available except the moon were from the lamp posts.

"hi sho-chan" you smile in return, nervously fidget with your fingers.

"so what's up?" the half white red haired questioned curiously. taking silent note at your uneasy posture.

gulping, there's no turning back now. "do you know that, if you're confessing on the first snow. the higher chance that your crush's response might be positive?"

a quizzical look contorted over his face. "really...?" he replied, touching the scarf swathing around his neck. "and what did that has to do with why you called me?"

"i-" you began, then stopped to purse your lips. suddenly snow was falling to your hair. your cheeks were flushed and a smoke flows from your mouth as the words slipped. "i think i like you, sho-chan"

silence settled over you both for a moment. his wide-eye gaze never leaving you, until you have to break it when it's becoming rather uncomfortable.

"please say something..." you murmured embarrassingly while looking away. making the man clears his throat apologetically and answered.

"i appreciated the feeling you hold towards me, y/n" he paused for a moment, carefully pondering for the right sayings. "but i'm still not so sure of my own feelings yet... could you give me some time first?"

you felt your heart squeezed as he soon excused himself after that. slightly opening your mouth and blinking a few times in frozen position, feeling torn whether to feel sad or continue to stay hopeful.

so you waited. for days, weeks, months, you felt deja vu during so. here you are, waiting for slim chances that's most likely end up with rejection by him already forgetting given prolong period.

even worse that any time you brought it up, it was always the same answer, 'please give me more time'.

yeah, for sure. but for how long, mr.todoroki?

sighing languidly at this on loop thought, you walk past your empty classroom, about to heading back to your dorm. or so you thought. as you came across an over-limit unexpected scene.

a scene that makes you want to take back the idea you once thought, that perhaps the world wasn't too cruel. because it definitely is.

"i- i think i have a crush on you, todoroki-kun!"

similar sentence. yet the person who say it is...

"don't worry y/n-san" yaoyorozu soothingly rubbed your back, "i'm pretty sure he will see it soon someday" she said with a gentle smile. all the while offering herself to be a shoulder for you to cry on.

why her? why the person who used to always stick by your side?

why why why?

right now you were only listening. but then you start creeping closer, trembling hand slowly crack the door open slightly, only enough to take a peek inside.

you regretted it before you even saw.

hands clutching her skirt. cheeks bashfully tinted red. she spare a second to push her loose soft looking black strands behind her ear and shifted her gaze. the sun was setting down out the window, giving the room beautiful pale red, orange, purple, and yellow light. what a romantic sight for sore eyes...

"i know you might not feel the same. and that it's super inappropriate for me to confess to you even though you're still in the middle of giving y/n-san an answer. i'm so sorry, but i really like you. i- i-"

no. no. no.

todoroki cuts her off by pulling her into a passionate kiss. momo, without hesitation, promptly give in to the kiss and pull him closer. and he reciprocated by letting his hands roam over to her hips. before gently gripping them and angled his head to deepen the kiss.

your hands and blood run cold. you felt your whole body went numb as you have to bring a hand up to cover your broken sobs. trying your hardest to contain the… too late, the tears were already streaming down your cheeks. and you felt your heart wrench painfully at the sight before you. it was agonising really.

to learn that all your efforts were all for nothing.

and your body moves its way, out of control. the door was forcefully hauled open by you all of the sudden. startling the people inside, they froze abruptly before immediately pull away. shock, embarrassment and shame painted clear on their faces.

you still not dare to say a word, only tremulously stare at both of them while more tears brimming at the edge of your eyes.

they look as if they want to say something, but momo kept quiet and dropped her gaze to the ground. and the young man hesitated to reach his hand out to you, mouth in motion of gaping and closing.

"it's not what you think, y/n... i can explain-"

"right now i do not want to hear it shoto" you clenched your hands into tight fists, and bit your lips as hard as you could.

"please excuse me" eyes cold and unreadable expression, you make a quick turn on your heels and stormed out. ignoring all the shouts and names calling for you.

"y/n i-"

"shut up!"

about a couple of hours later, you were in your room. shoto was also trailing behind you, wanting badly to apologise and make things up with you.

but to no avail, he only make you cry harder, angrier. to be specific.

"why didn't you tell me in the first place shoto? why didn't you tell me that you weren't interested in me? so i didn't have to hold hopes and wait for so long!?"

the guy went silent. regrets and guilt were heavy in his chest, and he could only flinched when you screamed "answer me!" in his face.

"i'm so sorry y/n..." was all he mumbled, tears todoroki didn't know he was holding back starts to fall down.

you should've known.

you should've known of the fact why you always saw them together. getting along incredibly well even at the beginning where he was still cold towards you.

now you began to understand that gentle look on his face when he wipe the foam from the iced latte off her mouth. unintentionally linger his hand there far too long, that alone was enough to tell that the half white red haired adored her.

or when he was always willing to stay up late just to comfort and listen to her rambling all her overthinking doubts and problems. be there for her whenever she needs him and help her with everything he could...

something he never do for you.

ah, fuck this world.

fuck this cruel world.

"y/n i didn't mean to..." the man look away. trying to find words for explanation. this is probably the first time you ever saw him like this. so vulnerable and lost.

his current state almost makes you want to forgive him, if what he'd done to you was something more forgivable.

"i-"

"no, don't even waste time on elaborating. i should be the one who say sorry" his heterochromatic eyes immediately jump up to yours in surprised and confusion. even so you continued, "none of this was your fault, i was out of my mind. i'm sorry. it should've been your choice to choose who you want to be with"

wiping a hand over one of your teary eyes, you felt as if hundreds of knives were stabbing you. suffocating and agonising pain seeped through you over and over.

"y/n..."

you tried to bit back the huge waterfall and pent-up emotions that threatened to escape you anytime as you choked out the last words.

"it's okay sho... just go love her"

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proudahgase-exol · 2 years

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Got7 finds out your dating an exo member.

🧸: I didn’t add Jongdae because his mareo and I respect him and his wife🥰. Also I had to use mark twice 😝

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linyi-is-dreaming · 2 years

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The Decay of the Blossom - Chapter 23

Summary: Y/N’s life starts to change as her mother gets herself a new man after her father’s passing. A new school, a new life. Everything sounds too good to be true. Apparently, destiny has its own rules and that is something she will learn when destiny gives her some signs along her way.

CHAPTER 23

“I made dinner! I hope you are hungry.”, Jimin’s uncle screams as soon as he hears the front door open. He hears what sounds like shoes being thrown around. “Jimin?”

“Yes, me. Who else would come through an unlocked door?”, Jimin asks angrily. With the dishes in his hands, his uncle gives him a startled expression. Jimin had anything but a kind expression on his face whilst he breathed quickly. The rapid movement of Jimin's chest revealed to him that he was indeed running.

“Everything alright?”, his uncle wonders as he places the plates on the table. “Were you running? You are totally out of breath.”

“How could you...? Why would you...?”, Jimin groans. “Didn’t I... I asked you to...”

“I think I need more words to help you...”

“You went to school to talk about Y/N with her teachers? Who gave you the right to do so?”, he asks once he regains his breath. “Y/N told me that the drama teacher mentioned you.”

“I know you wouldn’t like it, but I think you might be right with your concerns.”, his uncle sighs as he puts the Spaghetti down. “I talked with a female colleague for almost all day at work before I decided to go down there.”

“I asked you not to do anything! Could you just once do what I ask you to do?”

“Jimin, I can’t. My job is to protect children.”, he explains as he sits down at the table. “If you like it or not, I will do what I think is right for the safety of a child.”

“You are saying...?”, Jimin sighs annoyed.

“Sit down and eat.”, his uncle demands. “Come on, let’s talk whilst eating dinner.” Jimin nods as he sits down. “I understand that this is not what you wanted to happen, but that is what I needed to do. Please understand, my job is my job. Trust me, if I could stay out, I would.”

“Could you not do your usual talk with her first? Normally you talk with the kids first before you step into action.”

“Not this time.”

“Why?”

“Because I watched her.”, his uncle says as he puts the Spaghetti onto his fork. “Mmhmm... Try it Jimin! Self-made spaghetti sauce.”

“You did what?”, Jimin wonders as his eyes become bigger.

“I made the Spaghetti sauce myself.”

“No!”, Jimin states frustrated. “You were watching her? For how long have you been watching her?”

“The kid of my colleague’s friend is going to your school as well. She filmed Y/N every now and then for me.” His words went easy from his lips which confused Jimin even more. Speechless, he watches his uncle eat. “You should really have some, it tastes so good!”

“You truly...?”, Jimin asks with his mouth full as he takes a full spoon of Spaghetti. Once he swallows his food, he leans his head against the back of his hand. “Is that even legal? I think you might be in trouble because of it.”

“Leave that to me. Anyway, I figured out that Y/N’s stepfather has some good connection to hide his aggressions. His connections were through money, as you probably have discovered by now.”

“So, he that is why he is so concerned about his reputation...”

“Yeah. Seems like that is the only thing that he stayed loyal to in his life.”

“Illegal stuff too?”

“Yes, but he can’t be taken to court as those payments were covered for other reasons, fake reasons. Multiple ones... Which means, every investigation on him regarding violence were dropped. They never made it to court.”

“He has never been punished for what he did?”

“Nope. Not a single one.”

“How many cases are there?”

“Some were former ex-girlfriends who suddenly said they lied to get money. Money transfer to those women left his account. Men he had fights with outside his home, were receiving money from him and they never once said that they want to press charges.”, the man sighs. “Jimin, if that eye and lip looked as you told me, I don’t know if he stops himself to not attack Y/N. The youngest victim of his was a nineteen-year-old boy.” A long breath leaves the man’s lips as he looks at Jimin. “Does Y/N have any sign of abuse?”

“Y/N did not have any blue spots or anything...”

“He stopped paying for her lunch.”

“He did? When?”

“I don’t know for how long I only know that he stopped the payment. She is no longer able to use her lunch card. This guy even told a teacher as she is not listening to him, she does not even get a cent from him for anything.”

“That is why she was not eating lunch...? That makes no sense at all.”

“To you it doesn’t.”, his uncle explains whilst pointing at his nephew with the fork. “For people like him, it makes total sense. Look, I only know from him from what Jinyoung’s dad told me, what the teachers told me, what you told me and what my friend was able to figure out. Put everything together and you get a selfish pig.”, Jimin’s uncle tells him angrily. “Keep an eye on her. Maybe she will let something slip...”

“I will pay more attention to her words.”, Jimin agrees. “I don’t think she will be allowed to, but maybe I can invite her over this weekend. If her father agrees.”

“Sounds good. Gives me a chance to read her body language.”

🍃🍃🍃

“You are late!”, Y/N’s mother scolds as Y/N enters the front door. She stands in the open doorway, emotionless, looking at her mother. The scent of alcohol surrounds her like a fog.

“Yey I am home!”, Y/N cheers sarcastically. “I could not be happier.”

“Stop that nonsense! Why are you late?” Her mother's eyes may be empty, but her voice conveys how she actually feels about her daughter's delay.

“Because of you two! Did you have to make a scene like that every time you are at my school?”

“Every time? Y/N, they tried to rip your reputation apart!”

“Reputation? Which reputation, mom? I am a nobody in this school!”, Y/N yells as she loses control of her emotions.

“You are not a nobody, your name is Y/N Y/L/N. Don’t let people drag it down!” The more her mother talked, the more drunk she sounded.

“Since when do you care about reputation? Without all this fancy stuff and the money, you were such a better person!”

“Watch your mouth, young lady. Don't forget your boundaries.”, she warns as she quickly shuts the door.

“Mom, you told me not to care what people say when we had nothing. Now you care? Why? What has changed?”, Y/N wonders frustrated. “Why is this all so suddenly important?”

“Don’t embarrass your father at school by letting them talk about you like that!”

“My father is dead! This guy who is probably sitting drunk on the couch is not my father!”

“Don’t scream at your mother!”, her stepfather yells as he points to her room. “Go inside and be quiet. Nobody gives a shit what a little troll like you have got to say.” His clothing appears to have absorbed the smell of alcohol. His deep voice and slow speech were nearly terrifying.

“Better alone in my room than five more minutes with drunk people.”

“What did you just call us?”, her stepfather asks as he steps in front of her. “What... did you... just say?” His deep voice and slow speech were nearly terrifying.

“Leave me alone!”, Y/N says as calm as she could.

“Drunk people?”

“I want to go into my room, leave me alone!”, Y/N yells as she feels even more threaten by the man in front of her. Her mother takes a deep breath as she witnesses her husband hit her daughter across the face.

“Think about your words twice next time. Don’t get out of your room until tomorrow!” With the pain on her cheek, she walks into her room quickly without looking back at her mother. When she looks around her desk, she sees that everything but her notes, pencils, and school materials has vanished.

“Rex?”, Y/N asks with a shaking voice as she searches her room for her beloved stuffed animal. “Where the hell is it?” The longer her stuffed animal appears to be missing, the more concerned she becomes. When the nervosity takes a hold of her, the fear of losing her last memory of her father begins to rise. For a brief moment, the knock on the door allows her to forget about her worries.

“Eat some of these.”, her mother whispers as she looks at her. She didn't seem to notice the opening of her bedroom door. “Just some snacks but something at least.”

“Mom, where is Rex?”, Y/N wonders as she steps closer to her mother. “I left Rex right there on my desk.”

“I came home and everything was gone, Y/N. I think your father might have taken it.”

“What!?” The word escapes her tongue uncontrollably loud.

“Ssh!”, her mother shushes her. “Great...” Before Y/N could say anything else, her mother closes the door in front of her face.

“What were you doing in her room?”, her stepfather questions. When she did not response, footsteps were clear to hear. “I asked you a question.”

“I was listening if she was alright. You were pretty hard on her.”

“I was hard on her? She is too sensitive.”

“She is a teenager, consider your words a bit more.”

“The door was open. What did you do in there?” He must have come closer as Y/N can hear his voice very clear through the door. Stressed, she takes the snacks and puts them underneath her desk. Quickly, she places her backpack in front of it.

“Why does it matter?” As Y/N notices the movement of the door handle, she sits down on her bed. “Let her sleep!”, her mother says loudly which worked like a clue. Y/N picks up the blanket and lies down as fast as she could before the door opens.

“Sleeping, huh?”, the man says as he steps into the room.

“Honey, please let her sleep.”

“I can’t sleep with all the noise.”, Y/N lies. “Get out of my room!”

“I pay for this apartment, not you!” Slowly, he looks through the room. Y/N finds it difficult not to rage at him for taking Rex away from her. Even though it pains her so much, she understands it makes no sense to talk to him when he is intoxicated. “Do your studies first before you go to sleep!” With no further word, he leaves them alone.

“Mom, did you hear how he speaks to me?”

“That is just because of the stress.”

“Stress?”, she asks her mother as quiet as she could. “We almost have to whisper to even speak with each other. Do you think that it is normal?”

“Y/N. Everyone is different when in stress. He is just explosive.”

“That’s what you call it? Explosive?”

“Stop behaving like a toddler and stop speaking as you are an adult! You are normal, nice behaving kid. My child that I raised well and I know that you are not like what you behave like lately.”

“Mom, he took Rex!”

“It doesn’t matter! He can buy you a new stuffed animal if you need one so badly.”

“It is not about it being a stuffed animal! That was dad’s last gift before he passed away.”

“I understand that you still love your dad so much but you have a new father. It is time to move on.”

“How can you say that?”, Y/N sobs, unable to stop herself as the first tear falls from her eyes.

“We all must move on, Y/N. If you like to talk like an adult, be one for this matter.”

🍃🍃🍃

Y/N did her best to hide the tears she had shed the night before. Losing Rex was the last thing she expected to happen to her. Fortunately for her, she had her headphones in her backpack while at school. She slips the headphones into her ears and turns on some upbeat music.

She would not often listen to this style of music, but it made her feel better than she had anticipated. She can hear what's going on around her because the music isn't too loud. It appears that leaving home so early today was a prudent decision, as few students were already at school. She arrives into the gym, exhausted from crying herself to sleep.

She rests down on one of the gym's mattresses because they are very comfortable. As the silence becomes more comfortable, she shuts her eyes and dreams away.

The sound coming from her headphones must have piqued someone's interest, for she can hear footsteps approaching. She sits up and turns in that way, concerned about who it could be. “What are you doing here?”, her friend Jin wonders as he steps next to the mattress.

“You scared me to death!”, Y/N laughs as she touches her chest. “I thought you might be a teacher.”

“Maybe in the future...”, Jin jokes as he does an eye roll. “I guess the space is empty?”, he wonders as he points to the spot next to her.

“Uhm, no. I came alone.”

“Cool. My spot then.” As her friends gets comfortable, she lies back down too. “What are you doing here by yourself?”

“I came too early and now I am trying to dream away.”

“Nice.”, he says as he takes a deep breath. “School is so nice with no other students around...”

“What were you doing here so early?”

“Just the typical school president, class president talk. They won’t miss me.”

“But you are the school president. Don’t you have to be like the strong voice?”

“Nope. I am only important if there are troubles between classes and teachers. Almost like a peacemaker. Otherwise, it is just a title.”

“If you say so.”, Y/N sighs as she places her hand on her stomach.

“Hungry?”

“Huh?”

“Are you hungry?”

“Just because I place an hand on my stomach, it does not mean I am hungry.”

“That is not what I meant... I am hungry and would try to get something from the store down the street. Do you want to come with me?”

“Not really.”

“I pay!”, Jin says with a wink.

“I pass, but thanks.”

“Anything you want?”

“Jin, I don’t want anything.”

“So, a little of everything?”

“Gosh, alright. I am coming with you, are you happy then?”

“Hell yeah. Let’s go!”, Jin commands as he gets up first. “Come on!”

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saiidahyunie · 5 months

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these moments are everything with you

kim dahyun x reader

synopsis: you thought you’d be better off alone, until you met her.

warnings: very very very small angst ; mostly fluff

wc: 4.2k

a/n: @gayforminatozaki @miinatozakiii i was perplexed with the lack of dahyun drabbles in your reblogs so don't mind me i'm just here to fulfill my quota in the dahyun works department (and also becuase she's my ult bias so i just had to write something for her cuz it would be a crime if i didn't)

had this one sitting the google drive for a couple days now so i thought now would be a good time to post this before i focus on finals for the next week and a half. :/

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱🎧｡°✩⭑: moments by michah edwards (this pushed the fic inspo a lot this song is so cute >.<)

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there was only one word to describe you: average.

anyone that was friends with you or in your family knew that you weren’t the most outgoing person to be around. you didn’t talk much only when it mattered in the conversation and your friends still accepted you for being that way. taking pride in being introverted while also willing to do whatever they asked was a strength in itself.

once everyone went their separate ways for college, your small band of five friends were worried about how you’d handle the dorm experience.

“how much do you wanna bet y/n will be friends with the instructors before any of the students?”

“y/n’s a bookworm already as it is so i wouldn’t be surprised that the library or dorm will be the go-to spot.”

you knew that jihyo and jeongyeon meant well and shrugged their comments off when they helped you move into your dorm the first year. in fact, you used the criticism as motivation as you were the top of your class, eventually rubbing it in their face when jeongyeon had to retake a chem class over the summer during your guys’ second year. as for bambam, junho, and ryujin, the other three friends in the group, they couldn't help but laugh at jeong’s blunder as you sat across from her with a sly smirk on your face.

fast forward a year later and it’s finals week before the summer break. everyone is in a rush, the library was packed, cafes were having a field day, and you couldn’t wait to hear the infamous “midnight screams.” all throughout the week in your dorm. your main math building had several classrooms but you managed to find an open one that wasn’t occupied. you opened the door and scanned the dark room for anything out of the ordinary; sighing in relief, you stepped in the empty classroom and got to work.

you scrounged up three desks together to make a mock table for your stuff as you got to work on the giant blackboard behind you. about forty-five minutes into your study session, you scribbled an equation on the board with a sturdy piece of chalk. you turn your head to the right side as you see the door open and see a girl with wavy raven colored hair with glasses, making eye contact with you stopping in her tracks.

“oh shoot, i thought this room was empty.” she started saying, “this was my usual place to study since the library gets overpacked.” you stood there as she briefly apologized and started to turn around. it only took a split second, but you made a choice that would change everything, not even your friends back home would believe this if you said it the first time. you set the chalk down on the board and wiped your hands off with the remnants of it, coughing slightly because of the dust from your hands.

“you don’t have to leave! i don’t mind if you study here too.” you called out to her, scratching the back of your head and sharply inhaling through your teeth, hoping that she’d take up on your offer.

the girl stopped her movements when your voice reached her and turned back to you, pondering on your offer. she had a judgment call to make: either look for another room to study in or study with you, making a new friend in the process. thirty seconds had passed and with a blank expression on her face, she walked into the class, setting all of her study materials next to yours on the desk. once she got herself situated, she walked up to you, sticking her hand out.

“i’m kim dahyun.” the girl said smiling, finally putting her name to the face.

“it’s nice to meet you dahyun, i’m y/n.” you said, returning the same smile.

usually you weren’t the kind of person to be flustered when meeting a girl for the first time, but there was something about dahyun that made your head spin and your heart go up an’ over. you shook her hand and held onto hers for a little longer than you should’ve before letting go.

in a moment’s hesitation, you then picked the small piece of chalk up again, returning to the equation that you started earlier while also saving yourself from the embarrassment you gave yourself. finishing up the equation you step back to the desk island behind you, peering over to see the answer key in the textbook making an audible “tsk” sound with your lips, erasing the portion of your answer you messed up on.

“shit, it wasn’t this.” you muttered to yourself as dahyun stepped up next to you. “are you in physics 460 too?” she asked, picking up another piece of chalk, scribbling the same equation in the blank blackboard next to you. you stood there in a slight awe as she elegantly finished up the problem, boxing up her answer under the work she just did.

stepping back to admire her seamless work, you glanced at the board and the textbook to double check. your eyes shot slightly open than usual only to realize that her answer was correct.

“whoa, h-how did you know exactly?” you stuttered. really? at a time like this? this didn’t happen before, so what the hell is going on with you?

dahyun shrugged her shoulders at you, smiling. “i took the class last semester. i assume it’s professor hyejin since she’s a really good teacher and all the students try to get in her class.” she said, “not an easy class, but she knows the material inside and out.”

you just simply nodded at her explanation and leaned against the desk island, crossing your arms together impressed at her sharp intelligence. “i tried enrolling for her class at the beginning of the semester, but i got professor heechul instead. he’s an ass. doesn’t even grade things properly and acts like a kid when things don't go his way.” you huffed out with a sigh only to be thrown off with dahyun’s sudden burst of laughter. as she was laughing, you look down and smiled at yourself noticing her really cute laugh.

“i’m actually a TA for professor heechul right now, so i can see where you’re coming from.” dahyun shook her head in agreement and smiled, walking to her bag to get her own textbook and started reviewing on her own classes. the room filled up with silence that wasn’t surprisingly awkward silence, but instead, it was something else.

to be fair to yourself, your friends were right about you with everything that they predicted. you were well acquainted with the professors and you basically lived in the library from time to time. now that you’ve met dahyun, the little fire of hope in proving them wrong by being her friend lit a little more brightly.

the blackboard was overrun with problems and equations left and right. you took a chair to sit down in small five minute breaks as you turned your head to see the clock at the back of the classroom, realizing that it’s been about two and a half hours. any more time spent here would have burnt your brain out with the workload you just did. over to your right side, dahyun continued to work. three textbooks were spread out on the desk island, her laptop was out, and she was triple checking her work on the blackboard as well. you were intrigued with the amount of energy she still had, seeing she was working double time compared to you.

dahyun looked over to you, and you didn’t realize that you’d been staring for way longer than you should’ve. in a quick movement, your head shot straight down and cracked your neck before grabbing a textbook right after, not even catching the fact that it had been upside down. dahyun observed your last action and softly giggled at your surprisingly funny antic.

four days had passed since then, you and dahyun were in the same room at the same time again. you pondered on how weird it was for her schedule to be in line with yours. were you gonna ask her about it? no. are you complaining? also no. in that short amount of time, you and her got to know each other better, accustomed to seeing her more and more often.

“hey dahyun?” you asked with a sense of boldness today. dahyun turned around from the right triangle she drew on the board and looked at you with a smile. she always looked towards you with a sense of admiration, you didn’t think anything of it but it felt nice to have her look that way since it felt good. it was a nice change of pace to have a study partner, a really smart one too.

“i was wondering if you’d want to grab a drink with me after finals? not a drink as in alcohol, but coffee?” you looked at her, trying to resist the sudden heat that was plastered over your face. you had some sort of idea why dahyun made you feel this way as if your body was going through an acupuncture treatment, but you could handle it.

a smile stretched across dahyun’s face as she lightly bounced on the balls of her feet, heels touching the ground before lifting off again, excited at your offer.

“i’d love to!”

you simply nodded and smiled back at her while in your heart was doing backflips. “so it’s on me then?” you jokingly asked as she nodded at you again before you two went back to studying. the thought of this was just going to be a one time thing would be diminished at the revelation that you can tell your friends back home that you studied with someone for the week.

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finals week of your junior year came and went; not that anyone cared or saw coming, that “one time thing” coffee run turned into a second run, then a third, and then a fourth being an actual date. soon after that first date rolled a couple more dates and the rest didn’t need any further explanation. flash forward ahead one year following a graduation ceremony later, you and dahyun would be moving in together at your new studio apartment. the discussion about it went smoothly before graduation since you had managed to convince dahyun that you had more space compared to her shared apartment with her friends. a big plus was that your landlord was more fond of dahyun than the previous one that she was with at the time.

moving in wasn’t a simple task to tackle, the transition for dahyun was easier since you were the one doing all the heavy lifting for her. the boxes she had was a trove of items curated throughout her entire lifetime in addition to the pictures she took of various moments. the two small boxes you were carrying this time were just towers of picture frames with photos with a story to tell.

one notable thing that you learned about dahyun early on in your relationship was how she loved taking pictures. whether said pictures would be on her phone, your 90s film camera, her polaroid, and just recently an old digicam that you found when you visited your parents back in spring break. dahyun would have at least one camera on hand whenever you two went out, taking pictures of friends, animals, cute architecture, or anything that she found aesthetically pleasing. some of those pictures were of you as well.

rummaging through one of the boxes she brought over, a picture catches your eye. it was the third date which was a picnic and you were wondering what the clicking sound was at the time. dahyun had brought a polaroid camera and refused to show you the picture, claiming that it was for something later, even though she took twelve more later during the date. the memory flashed through your head as you held the picture in your hand smiling. dahyun scooched over to you placing her head on your arm while you picked up another picture that was you with headphones in and holding a vinyl of one of elton john’s songs. despite the fact how corny it was, you were glad that she kept that one.

click!

“baby…” you groaned, turning around to see dahyun holding a camera behind you. tilting your head at dahyun as she looked at you with innocent eyes, slowly strolling over to you.

“what? i can’t take pictures of my lover who looks insanely attractive hanging pictures up?” dahyun asked as she tiptoed to give you peck on the lips, lightly blushing at her sign of affection.

“sure, you find my sexually appealing hanging a picture on the wall wearing sweatpants and a cream shirt with a soy sauce stain on it.” you said shaking your head, turning your focus to the picture that was slanted on the wall. bad pictures aside, you took pride in the ones that you took of dahyun. one being an amusement park date with her getting off one of the rides and the other one of her at the aquarium for your six months. now, both of these are on the wall in the living room.

dahyun tiptoed a bit to adjust the picture on the wall before backing up, proud of her achievement. “ah, perfect.”

“taking pride in your curation?”

“you’re annoying.” she replied back, rolling her eyes and smacked your arm, not even registering the teasing remark. “i was referring to the picture frame hanging on the wall now.”

you smiled and kissed her temple, slotting your right arm on her waist. “i know. i was just messing with you. the pictures are always nice when you take them.” you looked at her noticing the slight color of pink on her cheeks. dahyun turned towards you, trying to cover her face as you grabbed the polaroid camera from her hands to take a quick pic, capturing the adorable look on her face.

“hey! you’re so meannn. i don’t look good right now!” dahyun whined as she jumped up to grab the polaroid that was printed out, your hand straight up in the air, laughing at her desperate attempt . after she calmed down, you handed the camera back to her in your left hand, your right hand still clasping the photo.

“if you’re gonna take a picture of me hanging pictures, i should be able to take a picture of you blushing a bit. it’s a fair trade no?” you claimed as you scrunch your nose at her, eyeing the picture that is now fully developed. you gasped with your mouth agape, enjoying dahyun’s distressed expression.

“what? do i look ugly?” she asks.

you shook your head in response and turned the picture around, keeping the distance so she couldn’t grab it. “you look adorable in this, i could kiss you.”

dahyun looked at you blankly, with a small glint in her eyes. “well, why don’t you then?.” she asks, pursing her lips together and leaning in.

you smirked at her offer, gently placing your lips on hers. your hands having minds of their own finding their place on her cheek and waist as she pulled on your shirt, bringing you closer. a tender, loving kiss you and her shared until a smile creeps through dahyun’s lips as she snatched the picture away from your hands.

“come on dahyun! you can’t use kissing to your advantage like that.” you complained as she stood there with a smug smile.

“i can and i just did.” she triumphantly said, shrugging her shoulders as she still had the picture in her right hand. you slowly stepped closer to her, noticing what you were intending to do, this prompted dahyun to run across the apartment for a few seconds. a chase that only lasted two minutes and ended up with you two exhausted on the couch. the objective of getting the photo off of her was completely forgotten as she ran her fingers through your hair with you feeling her heartbeat on her chest.

you shift over to lay down with dahyun as she held up the picture, putting her other arm around your head to get more comfortable. “i love when you take pictures. i really do, even if it’s the embarrassing ones you usually capture.” you said as you felt dahyun turn her head towards you, her lips giving a soft kiss to your cheek.

“i know you do, but let me keep this one at least.” dahyun laid back down, adjusting herself to be on top of you and sighing happily. even though both of you were about to drift off to sleep, you knew what she said was genuine. the statement being that she loved you, how she appreciated you noticing the small minute things, and how you adored anything and everything about her.

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three years on and pushing to four, in the regular nine to five weekday routine with occasional outings on the weekends, it was easy to get lost in the neverending cycle of labor. the apartment was a lot more lively now with ari, dahyun’s dog now running around the place, things around here were now more filled with love.

after a painstaking friday shift, you finally made it home first, discarding your shoes and placing your bag on the chair next to the kitchen island, sluggishly walking to the couch and flopping down. nothing was planned for the weekend and you intended to stay at home, without the thought of work running through your mind. you didn’t hate your job all that much, on the contrary, you enjoyed what you were doing with the marketing job despite the unhealthy hours at times. each day brought on a new task to encounter.

as you melt away on the couch and your eyes become drowsy, you hear the door click open. on nights like this you were accustomed to the daily routine of getting home first and then hearing dahyun come in saying that she’s home, following your pathway to the couch, opening your arms for her to come to your embrace; though it was different this time as you heard a slight shuffle of shoes being taken off followed by her small backpack.

dahyun then sauntered over to the couch and gently laid down on top of you, burying her head in your chest facing down. you adjust your arms eventually wrapping them around her back, patting it as you looked down to the top of her head. a slight concern stirred in your head since you noticed that something was out of the ordinary with her. out of respect for her state, you hugged her more closely as you muttered an “i love you “ lowly and stroked her hair after while she adjusted one more time before not moving again.

most nights were always lively with good vibes, but you also liked how there was not much to be said, just simple actions carried so much weight with how much you and dahyun loved each other. as you and her just stayed quietly with the dim light coming from the kitchen and the quiet motor of the humidifier filling up the silence. ahri also did say hi to you and dahyun, but went back to his bed playing with one of his chew toys.

as you felt the urge to sleep more and more, you felt dahyun’s soft breaths in a steady rhythm. you smiled at her head before you tried to close your eyes, only to be interrupted then.

the small body laying on top of you stirred for a bit with a few sniffles being picked up by your ears. your eyes opened up slightly wider and propped your body a little bit upward, met with a teary-eyed dahyun. the sight of her shattered your heart as you pulled her closer to you, tears and sniffles soaking the right shoulder of your shirt. you let her collect herself after a few minutes through crying before you ask anything.

“honey what’s wrong?” you kissed her forehead and fixed the few strands of hair behind her left ear, rubbing her cheek that was stained with tears.

“it’s- i was- i just…” she was struggling to say whatever she had on her mind as you shushed her, hugging her again and rubbing her back in small circles, something that she really liked you doing when comforting her.

“it’s okay, whatever it is i’ll listen.” you firmly said to her as she wiped her face. “i had a really bad day at work today. my boss kept adding on to what i was working on and i- i was so worried that i wouldn’t be able to finish it all.” you stared at her as she explained what was happening at her work. “i was able to but- i didn’t want to fail and with all the stress i…” she covered her face as she felt more tears about to break through.

you tilt your head, faintly sympathizing with what dahyun had to go through as you hugged her for the third time in the span of five minutes. knowing that it’s very rare that dahyun rants to you over something that stresses her, since most of the time it’s always happy and lighthearted. before she could jumble more of her words trying to get her point through, you silenced her with a quick peck that shifted to a subtle loving kiss to ease her train of thought.

pulling back and gazing into her inviting black eyes you rubbed her cheek again, “i’m proud of you working through what your boss asked you to do. it’s all in the past now and you have me.” you bombard dahyun with kisses again all over her face, drawing her a soft giggle in appreciation of your task. stopping for a moment to look at you again, she simply nodded as her sign of thank you and kissed you again.

“you’re the best y/n.” she softly says to you, “you know what to do and say to make me feel better and i’m thankful for that.” you tilt your head at her compliment as she shifts over to kiss your cheek before leaning back onto the couch sitting upright, rubbing her forearm in comfort.

“anything that i do should always make my girlfriend feel good. but since you’re not better yet, what do you want me to help with? i can cook us something for dinner or do you want me to stay with you longer?”

it shouldn’t be seen as an anomaly for you to be more gentle and devoting to dahyun. now if you didn’t act like this at all with her, that was a huge problem in itself. dahyun had managed to bring that side out that neither yourself or your friends would ever think that you’d have in the first place. while you did have that guarded demeanor, she also made you more protective of her feelings. it didn’t take that long for you to learn every detail and quirk that dahyun would show through her expressions. you knew exactly when she’s happy or mad; even the times she would cover up that sadness with a fake smile that she perfected.

“h-how do you expect me to feel fine if you say things like that?” she utters, “every time you do that my heart melts and i ca-” catching herself sniffling again, lightly punching your chest. you laughed at her statement, hugging her once again.

“i have something to show you.” you say, eying the coffee table centerpiece that had various items in it. in between the remotes you fished out a note, “i want you to read this. as a reminder of how i see myself to you.” handing the note to dahyun and watching her unfold it. the small sounds of the paper crumpling in the dimly lit apartment is all that is heard as dahyun begins to read the note you wrote from a while back when she was fast asleep and you were finishing up a late night project.

it took her about forty-five seconds to look at the short note that you written but once she finished reading it, she looked at you in awe. no tears were seen in her eyes as she closed the little space between you two in a loving hug. dahyun didn’t say anything nor did she ever have to with these tender moments with you as she pulled away, gazing into your eyes before giving you another long kiss and snuggled back into your chest. you picked the note away from her hand, holding it up high to look back on what you wrote,

dahyun,

you have done wonders for me when i first met you. i would never have thought of the limitless possibilities of things that i could accomplish alone if it weren’t for you being a part of my life. i thought that i could be content with just existing without making any true connections to anyone that i already knew. but all of that changed when you came along. i’ve said this multiple times to you but i’ll say this once again, thank you for everything. for showing me the beautiful world through your eyes, for being the keeper of my love and memories. for being the one change i will never regret making back when we were in school and i will always love you with everything in my heart.

love, y/n

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beautifulchris · 10 months

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pink tulip

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

wc: 3,4k

featuring: hwang hyunjin, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, blackpink’s lisa, bts’ jeongguk, got7’s bambam and yugyeom, golden child's jangjun

summary: you’re always glued to your best friend chan, and your seventh year with him is no different

genres: hogwarts!au, best friends to lovers!au, gryffindor!chan, gryffindor!reader, fluff

warnings: kissing

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland

tag list: @badwithten @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!

The weather was perfect on a sunday like this. Warm with a refreshing breeze. On the Quidditch pitch, a majority of Gryffindor were either on the field, a broom in hand or sitting between the stands.

You were set back from the group of people on the field, stretching to be in the best form possible.

Quidditch meant a lot to you, it had for five years now. Being in the Quidditch team for so long meant having friends and rivals but overall, you were very friendly so the rivalry turned into friendship over the years.

You were stretching your arms when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around with your arm still spread and hit Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“Eh!”

Yugyeom was laughing and you joined him cheerfully. Jeongguk’s expression was too funny to be ignored.

“You scared me Gguk, it’s your fault. Hi Yugy.”

“Hi Y/N, how’s it going?”

“I’m ready to keep my place. Also congrats on you two for staying as beaters this year.”

“Thanks. We’ll try not to take you down too much.”

”You’ll wish you did,” you bragged.

They scoffed with smiles on their faces. “It’s almost time for tryouts, we’ll be on the stands cheering you on,” said Yugyeom gently.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

“Just say you’re here to spy on us for Soyeon,” you accused, not being serious at all.

“Can’t we cheer on our friend without being attacked like this?” Yugyeom fake cried.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thanks guys, your presence is really appreciated,” you smiled at them as they walked away, waving at you.

As the chaser, you were one of the best elements of the team. But really, you always thought the team was getting better and better over the years. Especially since Hyunjin joined.

Speaking of which, he only had time to come to you when Chan went straight to you both when he saw you on the field.

“Hey,” Chan greeted as he kissed your forehead and hugged Hyunjin.

Chan was your best friend. He always greeted you with a kiss on your forehead. It was his way of showing you affection. He was also a lot clingy, so he hugged his friends often, you included.

“Hey, do I really have to audition for the tryouts again?”

Chan was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was also the last —but not least— one to make the tryouts for the team of the year. Around thirty students —more people than the year before— came and he was divided between being happy so many people wanted to be part of the team and being anxious because he knew he inevitably had to say no to more of them.

“Are you scared better chasers will take your place, Hyunjin?” Chan asked, smirking.

“Definitely not, I’m determined to get in.”

“You’re right, you’re one of the best. If Chan doesn’t take you back, that would be the team’s loss. And you don’t want a weak team, am I right, Chan?” you asked, turning to Chan.

Hyunjin thanked you for your kind words and you winked at him while Chan waited for him to walk away before giving you an implied look. To which you replied with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Am I not right?”

“You are, he’s one of the best. But there’s a lot of people today, I ca—”

“So what?” you cut him off. “You know like me that none is better than him.”

“You seem to forget yourself.”

“What does it have to do with me?”

“You’re as good as he is, if not better. Give your best today, it would be a shame if I had to replace you,” he winked at you, put his broom between his legs and flew into the air without letting you reply.

He went in front of the mass of people who were waiting for the tryouts while you were left flustered by his wink. You quickly put yourself together (you’ll have plenty of time to rant after the tryouts), picked up your broom and went next to Hyunjin to listen to what the captain had to say.

“Thank you everyone for coming today. As you know, six people will be selected for this year. A seeker, two beaters and three chasers. Let’s begin with the chasers, shall we? Next will be the beaters then the seeker. Please, those who came for the other positions you can go to the stands for now.”

You prepared yourself and went in the air as easily as walking. Flying on a broom was so satisfying, you really loved it and were almost more comfortable in the air than on the ground.

Chan positioned himself in front of the hooped goal posts and Bambam, the freshly new Gryffindor Head Boy, who you didn’t see coming, threw the quaffle into the air. The tryouts had officially started and you were ready to show your skills.

About thirty minutes later, the verdict was final. Everyone returned to the ground and gathered around Chan.

“I want you all to know that if you’re not taken this year, don’t lose hope. Your time will come. I mean, it's my last year,” he laughed. “Alright, let me introduce the new chasers for this year: Y/N Y/L/N, Lisa Manoban and Hyunjin Hwang. Congratulations to you three.”

Everyone clapped their hands. Chan’s eyes met yours and your smile lighted up his face, making him smile brightly, showing his cute dimples. You then found Lisa and Hyunjin and hugged them tight.

“I’m so happy. We’re like the holy trinity,” beamed Lisa into your ear.

“It’s true, we’re a killing team,” added Hyunjin.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment of joy you were sharing with your friends while the field was slowly emptying, leaving the chasers and the keeper.

“Guys, the beaters are coming. Ready to go there again?”

“Way to kill the mood, Chan,” whined Lisa but you went back into the air like you belonged there.

The beaters were chosen after forty minutes into the game. It wasn’t without complaints but Mingyu Kim and Chaeyoung Son were the best. They deserved it, since they almost killed you —twice.

For the seeker, you all had to play again, but somehow you never got tired of it. You were amazed by the time Mark Lee needed to catch the snitch. Eight minutes. He was the fastest boy you ever saw.

When he returned to the ground where everyone was waiting for him, you realized his broom was the fastest of the current year.

Of course, you thought, it helps.

But he truly was the best, the broom couldn’t create talent. You were sure to win all the games with him.

The tryouts finished, you directly went to take a shower and relax in the Gryffindor common room. Your transfiguration homework could wait an hour or two.

Chan sat next to you on the comfortable couch.

“You were amazing today. I couldn’t stop any quaffle you threw.” He was truly impressed by you. Ordinarily, he could stop two or three, but today, you were at your best form.

“Thank you. I practiced during summer with my dad,” you explained. “But are you sure it’s me getting better or you getting sloppy?”

He looked at you in disbelief and it made you giggle. His features softened at the view, he undeniably had a soft spot for you.

If only you could see it, he often thought.

“Hey, you want to spend the day with me next weekend?” offered Chan.

“Sure, what do you want to do?”

“We could revise for the N.E.W.T. at the Three Broomsticks?”

“Like a study date?”

“A—a date?” he choked a bit.

“Yeah, it’s not what you were asking?”

“Oh yes, yes it was.”

Chan felt awkward and stupid for stuttering like that. He wanted to show more assurance but you were making his heart beat so fast he couldn’t help it.

He was saved by the gong. Or more precisely, Jeongin, who needed help for the Lapifors spell. You greeted the younger and they left you.

You had your eyes closed and didn’t open them when you felt someone sitting next to you again.

“When are you going to confess?”

Your eyes opened wide and you looked at the boy.

“What are you even doing here, Seungmin?”

“I came here right after the tryouts to congratulate you and Hyunjin. So congrats. And don’t change the subject,” he grinned.

You sighed, staring at the portrait of the lion above the fireplace.

“Thanks. We have a study date next week,” you simply replied.

“A WHAT? You’re growing up so fast,” he said in an emotional voice, wiping off a non-existent tear from his eye.

“You’re younger than me, silly,” you laughed at his reaction.

“True but still, it’s been years Y/N. It was about time you did something.”

You completely ignored what he just said. “I think he flirted with me before the tryouts. I’m not sure though.”

“…What did he say?”

“He complimented me on my skills and winked at me. I was so flustered, Seungmin, I swear he’s so likable.”

“Whipped.” He giggled shamelessly at your pout.

“What is?” you heard Chan ask from behind you.

From the corner of your eye, you glared at Seungmin for a second, a scared expression on your face, before turning around with an awkward smile.

“Nothing, we were just gossiping,” explained your Ravenclaw friend, saving you from embarrassing yourself.

“Okay, I feel like you’re hiding something from me but I’ll let it pass for now.”

“Thank you,” you breathed then got up. “I have transfiguration homework to do, bye guys.” You literally ran to your room without looking back to avoid any further questions.

“Is everything okay?” you heard Chan ask but didn’t stay to listen to the rest.

“Yeah, so when are you going to confess?”

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The whole week you were thinking about the study date and when it was time to go, you were a bit nervous, but excited.

When you entered the Three Broomsticks, your eyes wandered around looking for your best friend. You found him upstairs in a corner, two mugs of butterbeer in front of him. His dimples showed when he smiled at you and your heart melted. It was one of the things that made you really happy. You joined him and started working.

“I spent a really good time with you today. Thank you for helping me with this particularly hard silencing charm. And sorry for practicing on you.”

“It was with pleasure, Y/N. Thank you for your help on my transfiguration homework. I couldn’t see the end of the parchment last night.”

“You want to do this again?”

“I would love to.”

“What about the same day, same time, same table if not already taken?”

“Okay,” he agreed, finishing his butterbeer. His heart was fluttering, he won more alone time with you, like you weren’t already inseparable.

On a table, not far, Felix and Seungmin were talking about the two lovebirds.

“How many months before one of them confesses?”

“It’ll be done by the Christmas holidays. I hope,” Seungmin sighed, sipping his mug of butterbeer.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

And so, every saturday you practiced Quidditch and every sunday you studied at the Three Broomsticks. It was your routine for a few weeks, until the first match opposing Gryffindor to Slytherin, the second weekend of november.

The whole school was present for it, especially your friends in the front row, hyping the hell out of both teams. Jangjun and Felix were the commentators and you were expecting funny comments from them.

Everyone was in good condition and was excited for their first match of the season. The Slytherin team was constituted of the best Slytherin players and Soyeon was a good captain. You weren’t very close but she had helped you before for your Wiggenweld potion the year before, which made you earn an O, so you were grateful.

The teams greeted each other and you talked a bit with Yugyeom, Jeongguk and Changbin. The latter was one of your closest friends so even if you were currently rivals, you gave him a warm hug and wished him good luck.

“Alright, is everybody ready?” asked the referee.

A whole cheer answered back and all the players went into the air. You flew above the referee to be the first to catch the quaffle.

“One, two… THREE. LET’S START,” she shouted before releasing the bludgers and the snitch then throwing the quaffle into the air.

“From the outset, Y/N is taking the quaffle and is going for that goal,” Jangjun commented into the mic.

“They’re flying majestically,” added Felix.

“Mister Lee, please,” scolded the professor next to him.

He apologized and continued, “Y/N gives the quaffle to Lisa, who’s making a sloth grip roll to avoid a bludger sent by Yugyeom!”

“She’s giving the quaffle to Hyunjin and he’s close to the goal. He’s about to strike, San is getting ready and- HE SCORES!”

“Ten-Zero for Gryffindor!” shouted Jangjun excitedly.

About three hours after the beginning of the match, no injuries were to be deplored. Mark was about to catch the snitch but Jeongguk blocked him and Changbin caught it right after. Even with their final effort, Gryffindor won the game. The final score was very close: 240-230.

The team was celebrating with a few friends at the Three Broomsticks after a well-deserved long and hot shower. There were a total of eighteen people gathered around two tables. Engorgement charm had been used on the mugs of butterbeer, unbeknownst of Madam Rosmerta —and she better not know for all of your sakes.

A few hours after the little party, where you all had a very good time, exchanging anecdotes about everyone’s school experience, you went back to school.

On the way, Chan and you were glued to each other like always. Everyone could see the love you had for each other but you.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Two weeks after the second Quidditch match opposing Hufflepuff to Ravenclaw, Seungmin, Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin gathered in the Room of Requirement to talk about you and Chan while you were both studying at the Three Broomsticks like every sunday.

“We really have to do something to help them. I refuse to see them spend the Yule ball with anyone else,” said Seungmin in a serious tone.

“Or worse: alone,” added Jeongin.

“They’re never going to confess on their own, they’re too afraid to lose each other,” sighed Hyunjin.

“We can help them with that, right?” asked Felix.

“Right. I have an unerring plan,” smirked Seungmin.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

And so the next friday, as you were walking to your next class, a note flew out of nowhere on your charms book saying “meet me in the room of requirement at 7 tonight. chan xx”.

You stared at the note for a whole minute. Lisa had to pull you by the arm to avoid a collision with a running group of first years.

“What’s happening?” inquired Lisa with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, nothing, I’m seeing Chan tonight.”

“You see Chan everyday. Why are you blushing so hard? Did he ask you out?” She jumped around you excitedly.

Instead of answering her, because you didn’t know exactly what he wanted to tell you, you showed her the note.

“Oh my, this is so cool. If you need help with anything, let me know before it’s too late.” She fled away and you followed her.

“Wait, what is that supposed to mean?”

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Meanwhile, Chan was seated on a low wall with Bambam when the note deposited itself on his hand while he was talking. He stopped himself to read “meet me in the room of requirement at 7 tonight. y/n xx”.

Bambam read it over his shoulder and nudged his friend.

“Tell me you’re going to go.”

“Did I ever ditch on my best friend?”

“Best friend,” he repeated mockingly, “you better dress well for the occasion.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dude, you’re unbelievable,” Bambam face palmed.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Jeongin was hiding near the door and no one could see him. He was there to make sure you and Chan would enter while everything your friends worked hard for was still present.

Chan was the first to enter the Room of Requirement. He was surprised and amazed by the sight. Birds were flying, candles and flowers were levitating and a table at the center of the room was filled with yours and Chan’s favorite food.

Soon after, you entered the room, looking outside as you closed the door.

“Hey Chan— wow.”

You took the sight in as well. A particular light made your face shine and Chan could swear he fell in love with you once again. Your eyes laid on him and you smiled.

“What did you want to talk about?” you asked, gulping loudly.

“I received a note from you, don’t you have something to say to me?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I received a note from you too, though.”

You watched his reaction, being yourself confused. His smile faded a bit and you worried.

“I see there’s our favorite food, want to eat? I’m starving,” you proposed.

“Sure.”

He sat in front of you but didn’t lay his eyes on the food since you entered. That was the moment Jeongin chose to discreetly leave to join his friends in the Great Hall.

“So, if you didn’t send that note and I didn’t either, who do you think made all of this?” you asked.

“Probably Seungmin. I think the flowers come from him.”

“I agree. I recognize ambrosia, linaria bipartita, red rose and red, pink, orange tulip,” you enumerated, looking around.

“It’s crazy how you can recognize so many flowers.” Once again, he was impressed by you.

“I simply love Herbology. Felix surely helped by asking the elves to cook all this delicious food.”

“I think he and Hyunjin used the levitation charm and the avifors spell.”

“And someone had to stay here until one of us got in. I bet they made Jeongin do it.”

“They did so much, it’s really cool. Hey, look at the birds!” you exclaimed.

They were forming a big heart while flying. How romantic! It suddenly made you realize the meaning behind the flowers and you looked down at Chan. He looked at you at the same time and you stared at each other for a rather long time. You began to speak at the same time as well. Damn synchronization.

“Chan—”

“Y/N—”

“You first.”

“No, you.”

“Okay, I know the meaning behind the flowers.”

“Oh?” he seemed interested to have your insight on them. Truthfully, he was interested in anything you had to say.

“So,” you took a deep breath, “pink tulips mean caring, good wishes, friendship, joyful occasions and confidence. The orange one means understanding, appreciation and truest love. After that, it’s…”

“It’s what?”

“Ahem. Linaria bipartita means… please notice my feelings for you.”

Chan widened his eyes. Was it going to happen through flowers symbolism?

“Red tulip means undying love, passion and perfect love and ambrosia means reciprocated love.”

“Looks like Seungmin knows us too much. I love you.”

“I love you too, Chan.”

“You have no idea how happy I am right now, hearing you say that.” If his red ears and dimpled smile were any indication.

“I love you, I love you, I love you so much Chan, I’ve loved you for so long now,” you chanted, taking his hands in yours over the table.

“Me too. Would you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Of course I would!”

You both got up at the same time and you hugged tightly. Oh how happy you were at this moment, in your lover’s arms with birds chanting your names… Wait.

“Do you hear what I hear?”

“Yes…”

You looked at the birds. It wasn’t unpleasant to hear. Felix and Jeongin must have taken a lot of their time to teach them so much.

The elves worked hard to make the food and it would be a shame to leave it there. You had a wonderful date that night.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The night of the Yule Ball, after dancing for two whole hours non-stop with your friends, you went outside to breathe. Chan followed you and put his hand on your waist.

“You look stunning,” he said into your ear.

You turned to him and kissed his lips.

“So are you.”

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kiwiviv22 · 2 months

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🤍ྀི ๋࣭ ⭑⚝Idol! Reader X Yuta! ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 🤍ྀི

๋࣭ ⭑⚝Text imagine. Female AFAB reader (Part 1)๋࣭ ⭑⚝

Summary: As a bighit idol, Y/n always thought she'd take her secret to the grave, very unfortunately her friends have different plans Ft. Jungkook and bambam.

#nct127 x reader #nakamoto yuta #nct 127 #nct imagines #text imagines #yuta x reader #yuta nct 127 #nct #nct x reader #nct x you #nct x y/n

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yoon-kooks · 2 years

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better than sex | myg | 2

🍑Pairing: Yoongi x Producer!Reader

🍑Genre: fluff, smut, studio!au

🍑Summary: As Min Yoongi’s studio neighbor and self-proclaimed nemesis, you’ve always seen him as someone who knew how to maintain a clean, well-put-together image without any careless slip-ups. But after nearly walking in on him with a hand around his cock, you gain a new perspective that leads to steamy fantasies in your bedroom and much-needed inspiration in the studio for Bangtan’s next album. A week before track submissions are due, you give Yoongi a taste of the dirty demo, and now the selfish bastard wants to claim it for his own solo album. In exchange, he offers to help you produce another Bangtan track by the end of the week. Your only condition is for this track to be better than the sexual fantasies that inspired its predecessor.

🍑Word Count: 4.6k

🍑Parts: 1 ◆ 2

🍑Warnings: sex toy cameo, fingering, yoongi won't stop teasing y/n because he's an asshole, a much-needed release for y/n😌

🍊Tuesday🍊

For the 9th time today, you wiggle your mouse around to wake your computer up. The black screen gradually transitions to your decoy desktop background—a shirtless BamBam looking handsome as always under the guise of being your only idol crush. You might have everyone convinced aside from your nemesis, Min Yoongi, and his accomplice, Park Jimin.

And it’s because of said nemesis that you’ve been sitting in the studio for several hours with absolutely nothing to show for it. As much as you hate to admit it, it’s impossible to get any work done with Yoongi constantly invading your thoughts. He’s made a mess of everything.

Now you can’t stop replaying and reliving that fateful moment in your studio yesterday evening.

Yesterday, you kissed Yoongi, and it was over before you knew it. Like how a superhero saves the day and then dips before anyone has a chance to thank them. It leaves behind a mystery of some sort—did you actually witness a real superhero in action, or was it all just a dream?

But despite all the daydreaming you do, you know that kiss was indeed real. There’s no doubt in your mind. Because he kissed you back and you remember what he tastes like. It was like a tiny shot of espresso that fuels your addiction, the kind of taste that’ll keep you coming back for more.

That’s the problem, though. You want more, and you don’t expect Yoongi to just hand himself over to you. Not without a fight. Because that’s what it means to be enemies.

You check the time on your computer—8:26PM. Yoongi said he has a photoshoot until around 9:30, which means you still have enough time to string together a few possible melodies before he gets here. You’ll prove to him that one harmless kiss isn’t enough to render you useless in your own studio.

But then you remember the way he touched you. His hands were a lot more delicate than you’d imagined, and they felt so good against your bare skin, like they were right where they belonged. If he had just gone a little lower, you probably wouldn’t have felt the need to bring your mini vibrator with you to the studio today.

You hate the thought of stooping to Min Yoongi’s level, but no one will ever know as long as you’re discreet about it. At the very least, no one’s catching you with your pants down today because you had the foresight to wear a cute little dress. And besides, you have over an hour to yourself before Yoongi arrives.

After locking the door, you scurry over to the couch in the corner of the room. Where Yoongi has a cold hard piano bench in his studio, you have a nice soft loveseat for strumming away on your guitar. Today, though, it serves a new purpose.

You wiggle out of your skimpy baby pink thong and toss it aside. Once you’re all situated on the couch with your massager in hand, your hesitant thumb hovers over the power button. You’ve never done something so inappropriate in a workplace before, but the idea of it is thrilling. Maybe this isn’t stooping to Yoongi’s level after all. Maybe you’re just doing it better.

With the press of a button, the vibrator is turned on and so are you. One perk of being a producer is that you’re extra sensitive to sounds. Even a few muffled buzzes are enough to send chills down your spine. Your producer ears must also be the reason why you always feel so wet down there whenever Yoongi speaks in that low honeyed voice of his.

You slip two fingers between your folds and spread them open. It doesn’t come as a surprise anymore that you’re already wet before you get any action. Who needs a bottle of lube when Min Yoongi has taken residence inside your naughty little head?

Gliding the length of the toy up and down yourself, the vibrations pulse and send shockwaves throughout your body from the epicenter. The first contact against your clit sends your head back into the armrest with your back arched in the air.

In an attempt to maintain a low profile, you suppress a moan and let out a tiny whimper instead. Your walls aren’t as soundproof as Yoongi’s, and you certainly aren’t willing to test the threshold with your lewd sex sounds tonight.

It might be your imagination, but your panting feels shorter and breathier, as if to make up for the lack of moans from your throat. Your chest naturally moves up and down in rhythm as you begin thrusting the vibrator in and out of you. You must look absolutely wild—like a poor helpless kitten in heat with no one around to lend you a hand.

At some point, your body settles down from the initial thrill of doing something you’re not supposed to be doing in your studio. As the vibrator rests against your erect little bud, you feel like you’re floating on a cloud of indulgence where you forget about everything else and focus only on making yourself feel good. All of your thoughts melt away in the pleasure. It’s calming, hypnotic, and so liberating.

In your dreamlike state, you see Yoongi drifting on the cloud next to you. He watches with sleepy eyes as your vibrator continues to work its magic on you. You tell yourself to stop, but your body keeps going. In fact, your body is suddenly hot with lust now that you know his eyes are on you. Perhaps you secretly love the idea of him walking in and seeing you like this.

If you could, you’d stay on this pleasure high all night.

Knock. “Y/N, it’s me. Can I come in?” It’s Yoongi’s goddamn sexy voice on the other side of your locked door.

No fucking way.

Your body shoots up, and you glace at your phone. It’s barely 9:00. Yoongi shouldn’t be here yet. But he is. You take it back. There’s no way in hell you’re letting him catch you with a sex toy between your legs.

You shut the vibrator off and throw it into your bag along with your cute little underwear. Once your dress is all straightened up, you open the door as if you weren’t just lost in an orgasmic trance.

The first thing Yoongi does is look you up and down. Then he does it again as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing the first time. “I’ve never seen you wear a dress since you started working here.”

He’s not wrong. Your casual work attire consists of sweatpants, leggings, sweaters, and hoodies when it’s cold, and crop tops and high-waisted shorts when it’s hot. Sure, he’s identified the dress as an outlier, but that doesn’t mean he knows the decision was based on your current sexual urges.

So you decide to let him in and play it cool. “Is that your tsundere way of saying you think I look pretty in this dress?”

Yoongi doesn’t even flinch at your accusation. “It means I noticed something different about you today.” Then he smiles only because he loves to tease you about everything. “But yeah, sure, you look super pretty.”

You frown. That doesn’t count as a genuine compliment. You want him to mean it when he calls you pretty. “Anyway, why are you here so early?”

“You didn’t see my message?” The boy swipes your phone off your desk and hands it to you.

There is indeed an unread text.

Yoongi🍑👹 [8:48PM] “Finished the photoshoot early. Be there in 10.”

“You must’ve been too busy with the song to notice it,” he says, grabbing one of your guitars off the rack and taking a seat right where you’d been pleasuring yourself. “Come up with anything good?”

You shake your head. Quick, what can you say that won’t make you sound pathetic? “Actually, I was waiting for you so that we could make joint decisions on what we want this track to sound like.”

“Oh, how thoughtful of you.” He strums a G chord. “Are we still going for a sexy concept?”

That would be the easiest thing to work with right now, seeing how you were able to finish sex.wav in a week with the right inspiration.

You nod, already with a potential prompt in mind: Sleeping with your nemesis because they understand you better than anyone else.

“Are you still going to use me as inspiration?” he asks. You shoot him a dirty look. “I’m just kidding, Y/N.”

He’s not kidding. You can tell he’s enjoying the fact that he’s influenced your music in such a powerful way. And he’s only acting this arrogant because of Jimin’s dumb text about your “raging boner for him.” It’s not fair. What dirt do you have on him aside from knowing he’d jerked off in his studio? You don’t even know who he was getting off to, and he wasn’t ashamed of it either.

“Don’t act like you’ve never written a song about someone you loathe.” This makes him chuckle. Whenever he laughs around you, you feel like you’re doing something right. Making the grumpy boy laugh is a charming skill that you absolutely take pride in.

“That’s fair.” Yoongi frowns when he fails to strum a clean barre chord. He gets up and passes the guitar to you. “Where do you keep your capos?”

“Bottom drawer next to my bag,” you say, pointing in that direction. It’s adorable how the boy’s index finger can’t clamp down on the guitar strings. You wouldn’t expect that from someone with such long adept fingers.

As he digs around through the drawer, you fall back onto the couch and stare up at the ceiling with your guitar. Despite what had happened just the night before, it doesn’t feel all that different with him here right now. The two of you are bickering whilst collaborating in harmony just like any other day.

But that could be because neither of you has brought up the kiss yet. Maybe that’s part of the game—pretend like it never happened. That might be the only way to keep things as they are between you and him.

You wonder how long it’ll last.

“Why was it buried beneath all your other sh—” Yoongi cuts himself off with silence.

“Hm?” You glance over as he rises from his crouch with a red capo in hand.

He shakes his head and waves you off. You fold your legs in to make space for him on the couch. Now you’re curious as to what just went on inside his head. You sit up and study him carefully while he clamps the capo onto the fretboard. Aside from his semi-questionable finger positions for several chords, nothing seems to be wrong or out of place.

“Here, let me do it,” you say softly as you paw for the guitar. Without protest, the instrument is passed to you so you can take the lead.

“I was joking earlier, but what kind of inspiration are you actually looking for with this one?” His eyes follow your fingers as they shift from one chord to the next so seamlessly.

“Well, what’s better than sexual fantasies?” you ask as innocently as possible. That’s the only criteria for this song. “It needs to be better than that, remember?”

“A Grammy?” He shrugs. You knew it. Music will always be more important to him than his sex life. You suppose it’s been the same for you too. You’d do anything to get Bangtan a Grammy and help Yoongi achieve the biggest goal of any artist’s career.

“Okay, but I’m not writing a Grammy award-winning song about a Grammy, Silly,” you laugh.

“Ah, that’s right. You’d rather find inspiration with someone’s dick inside you,” he says as if it’s not the most vulgar way to put it.

“Just call it physical intimacy.” You shove the snickering boy who proceeds to slide off the couch for dramatic effect. With you, it almost feels like he doesn’t mind acting childish—like he can let his guard down and not be so uptight.

That’s the effect you have on him.

“I bet you’re a lot naughtier than you make yourself out to be,” Yoongi calls up from your cream carpet. He leans his back against the same end of the loveseat you’re sitting at. All you see is the top of his head. The urge to run your fingers through his soft hair is incredibly strong.

“What makes you say that?” You fiddle with the strings on your guitar to keep your fingers busy. You’re genuinely curious, though. Maybe he fantasizes about you too.

“Nothing.” He doesn’t even look at you, as if he’s humming this to himself. There’s definitely something. And it’s kind of pissing you off that he’s leaving you hanging again, just as he had last night after he’d kissed you. If you bring up the kiss, will that get him to talk?

No, you shouldn’t mention it. Do not mention it. If you mention it, you won’t be able to pretend like it never happened. You won’t be able to go back to how things have always been between you and him.

But perhaps you’re willing to risk it all for something more than that.

“Was it the way I kissed you last night?” you ask. It’s a lot easier to say the K word when you aren’t tempted by his soft lips, which you can now confirm are in fact the softest lips you’ve ever felt.

Yoongi finally turns around to you lying there on the couch. You feel his gaze on your breasts, only covered by the thin white fabric of your dress.

He shakes his head. “It’s the dress.”

You set the guitar aside and look down at how much cleavage and thigh is exposed. The dress is a bit short and flirty, but nothing scandalous. It’s not like you haven’t shown a lot of skin before. You’re both confused and disappointed by his response. “What about it?”

“Like I said, you never wear a dress.” His voice suddenly sounds lower and more serious. “It’s not like you.”

“Sorry I decided to be a little more feminine today, Yoongi,” you mumble, starting to get defensive. Wow, if you’d known he hated the dress that much, you would’ve worn it every day just to get a rise out of him.

“Hey, hey, I’m not complaining about that. It looks good on you.” He quickly locks eyes with you to make sure you know he’s not trying to be an ass right now. For the first time, you believe him. “I’m just saying I feel like there was intent behind it.”

Aha, he must be under the impression that you’ve gotten all dressed up just for him. If he thinks he has you wrapped around his finger after one stupid kiss, he’s sorely mistaken. “Well it wasn’t to impress you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Y/N, c’mon, I’m not that vain.” He ruffles his hair the way you’d wanted to do yourself and leans over your body. The tips of his fingers graze your thigh ever so slightly. If you weren’t watching his every move, you wouldn’t have felt it at all. “You want to know what I was actually thinking?” he asks, focused on the imaginary lines he’s drawing along your skin.

Fuck. He’s using your own battle tactics against you. You nod anyway, scooting your ass closer to him.

“An innocent dress like this has nothing to unbutton or unzip.” His hand runs up your inner thigh but stops at the skirt of your dress. Without hesitation, you spread your legs just enough to let his wandering hand disappear beneath the white fabric.

Three fingers slip into your folds and glide against you. On pure instinct, your body jerks toward the boy for more contact. He’s barely touched you, but you’re already feeling weak. You should definitely start wearing dresses more often.

“By the way, I saw your tiny little thong in your bag when I was looking for the capo,” he says while sliding his fingers along your slick surface.

“Fuck you.” It takes everything in you to say those two words without moaning and letting him know how good he’s making you feel.

“I didn’t take you for the cute lingerie type, you know.” Great, he’s back to teasing you like the asshole he is.

Your cheeks are on fire from both embarrassment and pleasure, but mostly pleasure. The petty side of you wants to turn this back around on him. “What kind of lingerie were you imagining me in, then?”

“I don’t usually imagine you in lingerie,” he smirks. You know exactly what he’s implying. Never mind the lingerie—it’s your bare body he thinks about in that filthy head of his. Good. Now you’re certain you’re the one he’d been getting off to that day in his studio. You’ll have to call him out for it later. “So were you just playing with yourself all day until I got here? Poor thing.”

“No.” You hate that it comes out like a desperate whine.

“Hmm,” Yoongi presses a finger to his lip while his other hand dips into you. Surely he can feel just how wet and swollen you are for him. “Why don’t I believe you?”

It suddenly occurs to you that he must’ve seen the vibrator in your bag too. You suppose you should just own up to it before he gets the satisfaction of bringing it up first. “Regardless, if you’re allowed to have lube in your studio, I’m allowed to have a vibrator in mine.”

“Vibrator?” With lifted brows, he looks genuinely confused. “You mean the thing that looked like a lipstick container in your bag?”

When you’d bought the vibrator, you didn’t actually expect to fool anyone with that phony “discreet” design, but it seems even guys like Yoongi retain a tiny bit of naivety. It’s almost endearing.

“Yes, that thing,” you sigh. In hindsight, you should’ve kept your mouth shut after all.

“Isn’t that a bit small?” He pinches his fingers together for a visual effect. “Or is that how you like your men?”

He thinks he’s so fucking funny, and you hate yourself for almost laughing at the dumb joke.

“You’re really mean today.” You know what he’s doing. He wants you to wonder how long and large he is compared to anyone you’ve slept with in the past. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. “There’s nothing wrong with my vibrator.”

“Then, which feels better?” He circles around your clit at a lazy pace, watching you squirm to his touch. Usually, you’d feel a little shy outside of a dark bedroom, but it doesn’t actually bother you that he can see every lewd expression you make under the bright studio lights. Because he’s picking up on those cues and quickly figuring out what your body likes best. You have to admit he pays attention to what matters. “Your vibrator or my fingers?”

Of course you prefer the boy’s fingers. They’re long, dexterous, and they know what they’re doing. Your vibrator has always felt nice, but his fingers are divine. The last thing you want to do is feed his ego, though. An arrogant guy like him is probably already aware of how good he is in bed.

Instead of answering his question, you roll your hips against him to quicken the pace. You can’t remember the last time you felt this sensitive to someone else’s touch. In fact, the way he’s touching you is an entirely new sensation that you want more of. It feels so good that you almost forget what he asked about. You just need him to keep touching you.

As soon as the first moan escapes your throat, Yoongi has the smuggest look on his face. And that’s never a good sign.

His fingers make an abrupt stop around your clit. Your deprived body waits in anticipation for the pleasure to continue. Every second feels like an hour until a whole century of pure torture has passed. You almost give in and beg him for more, but he retracts himself completely from your body and sits at the opposite end of the loveseat. His fingers are coated in your lust.

“I’ll wait until you answer my question,” he says calmly. Must be nice to have the upper hand as the person who isn’t aching for a release. Then again, you aren’t complaining that you’re the one on the receiving end tonight.

You’re mostly just frustrated you don’t have a good answer for his damn question. If you say you prefer your vibrator, he’ll simply toss it to you and let you finish on your own. But if you say you prefer his fingers, it’s like a superhero revealing their weakness to their nemesis. It’ll be a loss either way.

The problem is that you’re painfully horny, and you’d hate to walk out of your studio without getting some form of release. Right now, you hate the sound of that more than losing to your nemesis.

With a groan of frustration, you sit up, scoot into Yoongi’s lap, and drag his hand back down where it belongs.

“I prefer you,” you say softly.

He nods, pressing a smirk into your lips and backing you into the couch cushions. The kiss this time is tender but still passionate. It’s far more than the little tease he’d given you the first time. You even get to run your fingers through his hair. Nothing about this feels like a loss.

He pulls back to admire you beneath him and says, “Good answer.”

You moan into his mouth as he continues pleasuring you down there. He finds the perfect rhythm of flicking your little bud, sliding in and out of you, and repeating over and over again like an endless loop fueled by an intense lust for nothing but sex.

“This okay?” he asks, although you’re sure he knows the answer based on how responsive your body’s been to his every touch.

“Mm,” you nod, as lost in the pleasure as your fingers are tangled in his hair. Who knew something so hot and passionate was waiting for you next door this entire time? And with Min Yoongi of all people.

You aren’t sure how much time passes before you feel the orgasm sneaking up on you right on the edge. You try to resist it a little longer, but your body is already past the point of no return.

As you reach your high, you soak in every ounce of sensation his touch has left you with—everything you’ve been missing out on for the past two years. It’s like all those days bickering with Yoongi have led up to this moment. You just hope the walls in your studio are soundproof enough to conceal the name of the boy that slips from your throat. No one else in the building needs to know how weak you are to his touch. He’s your kryptonite.

Your body continues to twitch against his fingers until all of the aftershocks have faded. Then you lie there beneath him, panting a lot harder than you’d like to admit from something as simple as fingering. If you’re already this worked up from his fingers, you’d hate to see the state he’ll leave you in after you get a taste of his cock.

But before you can get your paws on the very visible bulge in his jeans, Yoongi climbs off of you. He offers to help you up with the hand that had just been between your legs. It’s still warm and coated in your milky glaze.

“Why do you need that little sex toy anyway?” he asks out of nowhere.

“Well, if I had known what was going to happen tonight, I wouldn’t have brought it with me.” You close your thighs and suddenly feel a bit self-conscious. “Besides, it’s not like I really have other options,” you say to the man who just spent the last half-hour giving you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

It’s true, though. Aside from Yoongi, not a single guy has touched you since you started producing music professionally. You’d spent the last two years holed up in your studio creating music for seven talented men and fighting with Min Yoongi. There was never any room for another guy in your life. You don’t have a boyfriend or even just a fuck buddy to satisfy the cravings your vibrator conveniently takes care of.

“I guess I’m just surprised you’re single,” he clarifies. “I heard you get asked out all the time.”

“Where’d you hear that from?” It could be from anyone. You’ve lost track of all the people from different departments and companies who’ve asked you out. There was even a rumor going around that a member of Seventeen had developed a small crush on you after you’d spent some time in their studio producing a track for the group.

“Who do you think?” Yoongi chuckles. Oh, that’s right. He probably pays his trusty accomplice good money to gather info on what you’re up to.

“I really need to stop sharing all my business with the gossip king, Park Jimin,” you sigh. Behind that charming eye smile of his is nothing but trouble. As much as you love Jimin, he’ll always side with Yoongi over you.

“To be fair, it’s pretty obvious that you’re highly sought after.” That must be his way of calling you attractive. Maybe you’re his type. He nods over at your computer. “You know that guy on your screen?”

“You mean BamBam?” How dare he refer to BamBam as “that guy.”

“Yeah, the supposed love of your life or whatever,” he says. Someone sounds bitter. “You know Jungkook is part of that friend group, and he could easily get you That Guy’s number if you really wanted it.”

That’s true, but there’s always something holding you back. “I don’t have time for a guy right now.”

It’s only that way because you make it that way. You could’ve spent this whole week going on dates, pampering yourself, or doing whatever the fuck you wanted, and yet you didn’t have the heart to turn Yoongi away. It turns out you wanted more than just the daily dose of banter you’ve been living off of for too long.

“But you’re making time for me.”

Exactly. Perhaps he doesn’t realize it yet, but he’s the reason you don’t have time for any other guy. Even before he kissed you or touched you, your heart was already made up on him.

“You’re different, Yoongi.” Your tiny voice comes off as timid. It’s not every day that you choose softness over violence against your number one enemy. But he’ll always be the exception, like an accidental on a music staff that adds color and changes a song entirely.

The corners of his lips curve into a gentle smile. Something about the way he looks at you sparks a faint melody in your head. It’s familiar. Then it hits you.

“Do you remember that Grammy award-winning hook I wanted your help with a week ago?” You scramble for your guitar and rip the capo off the fretboard.

The boy watches with amusement as you start strumming and rambling to yourself. “How am I supposed to remember it? You forgot it before I had a chance to hear it, Silly.”

“Well I remember it now,” you hiss back. “And we're gonna get you that Grammy.”

#bts smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #suga smut #suga x reader #suga fanfic #bts fluff #yoongi #suga #bts

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spacequokka · 1 year

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Oh I’m glad you are 🥰.

Anyways can I request some were Yugyeom and y/n are in a relationship but Yugyeom shares everything to bambam to the point he basically knows everything that is going on with them and haves seen her nudes ( you don’t have to add the part if your not confortable ) and they get in a argument you can decide on the one ending 💕

Everything Changed

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader x BamBam Genre: Established Romance, F2L, Angst Rating: T Summary: You notice a change in BamBam’s behavior during an ordinary game night. A few questions later and the ground is dropping from underneath your feet. Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: mentions of sexting and a nude, lmk if i missed something

A/N: Sorry I took so long to do this! 😭 I tweaked some bits, but I hope this fits what you were looking for.

BamBam knew it was an accident. Yugyeom was always texting him stupid memes and gifs. “Copy Image” was his second best friend. Waking up to duplicate messages or screenshots meant for others was nothing new to him.

But a nude was.

There was no telling what the hell Yugyeom was doing when he did it. Maybe sitting on his phone wrong or drunk sexting. He was sure there was a logical reason for getting a nude of his best friend’s girlfriend. There had to be.

[Yug:] shit my b

[Yug:] delete that

[Yug:] like rn

See? An honest mistake.

[Bam:] yea no prob

[Yug:] this never happened

[Yug:] or else 🔪

[Bam:] bet 😅

BamBam shook his head and scrolled up to the picture. Time slowed to a stop as he glanced at it, committing the image to memory before long-pressing on it and choosing delete. Like Yugyeom said, no one needed to know. It was a secret he would take to his grave.

Or so he thought.

Saturday nights were reserved for hanging out with friends. If the crowd was big enough, then there’d be club-hopping or going to the movies. This time nearly everyone had called off save for BamBam. When Yugyeom suggested the three of you staying in with games and pizza, you didn’t object. The two of them were more than enough to keep the night entertaining. They were clowns who couldn’t drive, barely good enough to keep up with you in Rainbow Six, and terrible at teamwork based play.

You were sandwiched between them on the couch waiting on their last round of a Mortal Kombat match for your turn. So far, they were tied and this would declare the winner. Both were leaned forward with their elbows on their knees, concentration at its highest. You had to admit. Yugyeom never looks hotter than when he gets that look in his eyes. With his body in full contact of yours from shoulder to knee from sitting on the tiniest sofa he could find in IKEA, you were getting distracted with thoughts of the things you could do once the night started to wind down.

“Oh, come on!” Yugyeom spat and dropped his control upon defeat. “You kept doing the same bitch move.”

BamBam shrugged. “If it’s in the game, it’s fair play.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Yugyeom shot up from his seat, inadvertently pushing you against BamBam.

Your breast brushed along the length of his bicep before you caught yourself with a hand on his thigh. “Yug!”

“Bullshit.” Yugyeom muttered as he stomped off to the kitchen.

BamBam’s hands trembled as he gently righted you. “What a sore loser.”

“No, for real.” You frowned at Yugyeom’s back, missing the way BamBam bit his bottom lip before pulling away. When your boyfriend disappeared, you turned back to his bestie with a weak smile. “Ready for another match? I get to play against the winner.”

He swallowed and looked away. “Uh, sure. Just let me run to the bathroom first.” He was up before you could reply, accidentally giving you a face full of his crotch before disappearing down the hall. You blinked a few times. Was he…hard? You knew your brush against him was more than the usual contact you two ever had, but popping a boner like he was a preteen was a bit much. It was nothing like the confident flirt you’d come to know him as.

Yugyeom returned first, face still as sour as when he left, and plopped down with three bottles of soju. “Where’d fuckface go?”

“Um, bathroom.” You pointed with your thumb. “Is he…” How did you ask this without sounding weird? “Is he okay? I mean like, getting laid and stuff?”

Yugyeom’s eyes snapped to your face. “What?”

You groaned. Honestly, you should’ve just pretended nothing happened. “You pushed me on him and he ran off to the bathroom with a…boner. Did he take a vow of celibacy or something?” Of all the reactions you expected, it wasn’t Yugyeom blushing. First, the tips of his ears before spreading to his cheeks. His eyes were wide, every bit of a deer caught in headlights. Better known as his guilty face. Your eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What did you do? And do not lie to me.”

His bottom lip quivered, and he bit it before turning away and looking down at his hands. “You’re gonna get mad.”

“Okay, but the longer you take to spit it out determines how mad I’ll be. What could you have done to cause that?”

“Cause what?” BamBam cut in, awkwardly taking his seat next to you, this time doing his best to avoid touching you.

It only made you double down and poke Yugyeom’s neck. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Yugyeom flinched and spared an apologetic look to BamBam before he spoke in a tiny voice. “I accidentally sent your nude to him.”

“You what?” Your voice was eerily flat, devoid of emotion as the words replayed in your head. Yugyeom started to repeat himself, but you were quick to shut him up. “How the hell do you accidentally send a nude?!”

“I do it all the time!”

“WHAT?” You shot up to your feet and backed away from them.

“No! Not like that.” BamBam held up his hands. “He accidentally sends me stuff all the time. This was the first time a pic of you came up.”

“R-right! Please, it was an accident. I’d never do that on purpose. You know I love you.” Yugyeom slid off the couch and onto his knees rubbing his hands together. “I’d never disrespect you like that.”

Seeing him like this was enough to douse your outrage. “Okay, well then, why is BamBam afraid to touch me now?” You looked at him and addressed him directly. “You deleted it, right?”

Now it was BamBam’s turn to be sheepish and guilty. “I did. I just…can’t forget what I saw. I thought things would be the same as before,” he spared Yugyeom a sad look of his own, “but being around you fucks my head up now. I’m honestly having a hard time keeping a ‘friend, off-limits’ label on you.” He covered his face with his hands and exhaled hard. “I just—I know it’s fucked up and I’m sorry, you guys.”

Stunned silence filled the room and for the longest no one spoke. You could feel the comfortable life you’d come to have with them start to crack, and as the silence wore on, knew it wouldn’t be long before it all fell apart. But what to do? They were best friends long before you came into the picture. You couldn’t say for sure Yugyeom wouldn’t choose BamBam over you, and even if he did, it’d tear him apart in the long run. BamBam would sacrifice their friendship for Yugyeom’s happiness, but it’d set him decades back to his old, standoffish teen ways. You could leave and never look back, but you’d be leaving a large chunk of yourself in their hands. They’d become a large part of your life and starting over from scratch was a scary prospect.

Unable to come up with something to say, you sank to the floor and hugged your knees. Just a little longer, and there’d be nothing anyone could say or do.

“What if—” Yugyeom whispered, barely louder than the background noise of the tv, “What if you dated BamBam, instead?”

Your neck popped with how fast you looked up at him. “What?”

“Are you insane?” BamBam grimaced. “Why the fuck would she do that?”

Yugyeom picked at his fingers, head bowed as he blinked rapidly. “This is my fault. I-I fucked up, right? So I should be the one punished. I could back off and let you two see how things go. I could.”

“But I was the one who memorized the pic!” BamBam immediately ducked his head once the confession was out. “I’m the one who made everything awkward and weird.”

You rolled your eyes. “By that logic, it’s my fault for even taking the pic in the first place. You’re both dorks when it comes to women. You’re acting the way I’d expect him to react if we weren’t dating.” You looked at Yugyeom. “And if we broke up, what will you do? Sit on his couch while he cuddles with me like nothing’s wrong? I thought you loved me. How could you let me go so easily?”

“I didn’t say it wouldn’t hurt me!” Yugyeom finally looked up, eyes watery as his lips trembled. “I just don’t want you two to be unhappy. If you at least had each other, I could try to move on. You both mean the world to me.”

Silence followed again, but it was much heavier than before. Yet, in that heaviness, there was a spark of hope. Your throat ran dry at the thought, the absolute madness, of the idea. You had to swallow around the lump that suddenly formed. “Yug?”

He looked at you, tears spilling down his cheeks. “Yeah?”

“Think you could share?” You chuckled nervously, licked your lips and tried again. “I mean, might as well. I know you tell him everything, anyway.” You turned your attention to your pants, picking at a stray thread. “It’s better than us falling apart and not speaking or whatever. What’s one more dork to deal with gonna hurt—”

“Do you mean it?” Yugyeom cut you off. “You’re not just saying it, are you? Because if you’re okay with it, I don’t mind at all.” His eyes were wide yet still watery, as if he wanted to hope but didn’t dare tip over just yet. “You don’t have to do—”

“I do.” You said firmly. “Like you said. I love both of you. If nothing else, we should try.” You gave a little shrug. “Love’s messy like that.”

#got7writerscollective #kvanity #got7 angst #yugyeom angst #bambam angst #yugbam angst #yugbam x reader #yugbam x you #yugyeom x reader #yugyeom x you #bambam x reader #bambam x you #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 poly au #yugyeom x reader x bambam

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bobaandasiandramas · 1 year

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Here is the update. I just wanted to let you all know that after this chapter POV will change to F. Reader POV.

Find Rest for your Soul

Y/n is found unconscious by Hoseok and rescue owner, Sejin. Y/n is a mysterious Omega with no real memories and is trying to understand the warnings in her head. What or who is after her?

Alpha, Beta, Omega x F. READER

Pairing: OT7 x F. READER

Rating: M+

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Hoseok watched Namjoon who was still crouched before the patient, watching her carefully. The doctor was unmoving but obviously ready to leap into action if the female had tried to attack him. Hoseok didn’t think she would do anything, not with the way she was looking at Namjoon. He suspected that Namjoon was feeling the same. There was such an intensity in her stare it was almost as if she was trying to get the doctor to reach her thoughts. There was something in the words that she kept repeating - an explanation or a code that none of them couldn’t understand.

Hoseok knew the words meant something to her. It wasn’t nonsense, each word was a key factor in her message. While Dr. Wang seemed to be frustrated by the patient, Dr. Namjoon seemed more curious and determined to solve the riddle of her words.

“Three. Six. Hide. Escape. Right Three. Si-”

Jimin, who was still standing in the doorway, had shifted his weight from one foot to the other and instantly her eyes shot to him. The words died in her mouth. Having her eyes locked on him caused Jimin to freeze as well. The two stared at each other but after a moment passed, she turned her attention back to Namjoon and continued her chant.

“Three. Six. Hide. Escape. Right. It was to the right.” The sudden change in her chant caused them to all hold their breath, waiting for what she would say next. “It didn’t come from the left, it came from the right. I remember. They said I was wrong!” She left out a whimper with her words giving Namjoon a pleading look. “They want me to think I’m crazy but I’m not - not crazy. I counted the numbers, I hid, I went to escape but then it came from the right - I know it did.”

Namjoon nodded at her reassuringly. “Okay darlin’, it was from the right.” He said softly to her.

The female omega seemed pleased with his response. She nodded back and directed her gaze to the floor. It was clear these details were important to her. She was holding on to them tightly, as if her sanity depended on it.

Hoseok wondered if she even knew what she was talking about. The female didn’t seem to have the best grasp of reality at the current moment. Hoseok wasn’t sure how Namjoon was able to deal with things like this - he supposed there was a reason Joon was the doctor.

The doctor slowly inched closer to the female as she appeared to be calm now. He telegraphed his movements plainly. “Now that you are awake, I would like to examine your wounds, if you would allow me to take a look…”

As Joon moved closer, Jimin could hear her breathing becoming more rapid. She looked like a frightened, caged animal. Namjoon seemed to brace himself to react accordingly if she were to lunge at him. Jimin could see Hoseok also straighten up, ready to help Joon hold the female down if needed. The smaller alpha wondered what was going through Hoseok’s head. He wondered if the alpha was regretting his choice to bring the omega here.

“One eight seven. One eight seven. One eight seven.”

They all groaned at her new collection of numbers, wondering how long it would take this time before she snapped out of it.

Dr. Wang rolled his eyes. “I told you she was crazy.” He slid off the bed, and motioned for Jinyoung and Bambam to follow him. “I'll be in my quarters. Let me know if anyone sane needs treatment.”

Hoseok and Jimin frowned at the retreating doctor’s back. Namjoon stood from his position on the floor and walked away from the girl to join the two of them at the door.

“Hoseok, did you want to try to talk to her?” Namjoon asked. “I’m not sure where to go from here. Maybe talking with her will help, you were the one who found her. Then again, maybe it won’t. All I do know is that the way she is right now is not normal. There is something wrong in her head.”

Hoseok looked over at the omega and responded hesitantly. “I could give it a shot, but I doubt I’d have much better luck.”

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“One eight seven.” She knew the numbers meant something bad. People were bad. She didn’t remember why she felt panic when someone approached her but she knew people were bad. The numbers were the key to that riddle too. “One eight seven.”

Voices interrupted her train of thought causing her lips to pause again as she looked up. There were three men talking by the door together. Their voices in a hushed tone where she could barely make out the words. One of the voices sounded familiar to her and she snapped her eyes shut to figure out why it did.

“Hey, can you hear me?” His voice echoed clearly in her head. She let out a loud gasp, her fingers threading through her hair. She was aware that the men stopped talking and could sense their eyes on her. She didn’t care about that right now, his words rang like bells over and over. It was real. She recalled hearing it through the darkness of her mind - the way his voice was laced with such concern it made her want to open those heavy eyelids she had.

This was something she needed to keep with her. She curled her body tighter so it wouldn’t escape. After a moment she could feel a sense of calm wash over her. She would remember this. After a few moments, she slowly untangled her body and looked up at the quiet males in the room. They had moved closer, hands raised slightly in the air as if to show they meant no harm to her. Her eyes raked over them and took in their appearances quickly. The first male was shorter than the other two, he looked cozy in his sweater and his eyes looked kind and curious. He gave her a warm feeling, something that she wished she could hold onto. The second male’s eyes were wide with worry but she noted the gentle expression. The constant rise and fall of his chest, relaxed muscles and the gentle puff of air that left him rhythmically make her feel comfortable. “One eight seven.” She whispered as she tore her eyes away from his and then to the doctor.

He was a little more serious in the eyes, but there was a gentle aura around him. He was the one that agreed that it came from the right. He was okay, he could be trusted. He wouldn’t hurt her. “One eight seven. All gone.” She whispered as she looked back to the second male, eyes widening with realization. “Three and six. I added them everyday. They were important to me but I don’t know where they are.” She panicked again, anxiety rose into her chest. “Why did you take them? Where are they? I need them.” She demanded as she looked around the room.

The three alphas looked at each other. Hoseok wore a puzzled expression as he stated tentatively, “I didn’t take them?”

Her eyes snapped back to his. ‘Why are they gone?!” She screamed at him. She was no longer calm, heat radiated off her in waves. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she lost control of her thoughts again. Her whole body was tense, hands called up in fists.

Hoseok stepped closer, arms still up, but she swiped defensively at him with her claws. He froze and stepped back while Namjoon reached back for a tranquilizer that was sitting nearby.

“You left them behind!” Jimin insisted suddenly as he stepped next to Hoseok. He watched her eyes snap to his, her attention focused completely on him. “It’s okay now,” he slowly shifted closer. “You’re not there anymore. Do you remember that?”

The words took all the air out of her sails. She felt suddenly, intensely sad. “Three and six. How will I keep track? One eight seven. What if there’s more?” She whimpered again as she felt her body slowly crack and shatter. Her eyes filled with tears. “Why would I leave them behind?” She begged the male for an answer.

“Because it wasn’t safe.” The more serious male stated.

She looked over to him. “Not safe.” She agreed quietly, nodding her head as she brushed her tears away.

He seemed pleased with her response. “Yes, not safe, Do you remember anything about it?”

“But I don’t want to go among mad people.” Alice remarked.“Oh you can’t help that,” said the Cat. “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”

She paused as the words floated around her head like a merry-go-round. “The madness. It does terrible things.”

***

After some coaxing, the woman was back on the exam table with a far off look in her eyes. Namjoon was looking her over, double checking areas he had already treated to ensure she didn’t do any damage when she freaked out on Dr. Wang. “Darlin’,” He spoke gently, calling her attention back to him. “Do you remember your name?”

She nodded her head and parted her lips, the whisper of her name fell upon his ears.

He tried to smile at her encouragingly to keep her calm and was pleased that she gave a shy smile back. “My name is Kim Namjoon. The two behind me are Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok, he’s the one who found you.”

Her eyes looked behind him and to the man standing against the wall. She had a look on her face like he was a long lost friend. “Jung Hoseok.” She nodded her head twice before turning back to the doctor.

“Yes, you’re in the clinic at a rescue that is run by Sejin. I have been assigned to be in charge of your care.”

“There was another male here earlier.”

“Doctor Wang.” Namjoon replied. “You attacked him upon awakening.”

She looked at Namjoon and something about his expression caused hers to fall. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.” She hung her head.

“It’s okay, dear. Just don’t do it again.” He watched her nod her head in agreement. There was a comfortable silence that fell upon them.

Hoseok approached and her muscles tensed. It made him wonder how long it would take their proximity to be frightening. "Are you hungry?" His voice was soft, unlike the slightly panicked tone of unsureness that he used before.

She lifted her head and looked at him as if she didn't know the answer herself. For a moment she just stared as if waiting for her body to give her an answer.

Namjoon decided to wait no longer for a response; he knew she needed to eat. "Jimin, can you run to the kitchens and retrieve two slices of bread and a room temperature bottle of water with a glass?"

The smaller alpha moved quickly, leaving the room through the main double doors.

“That can’t be all she’s getting.” Hoseok demanded in his most obstinate voice. “Look at her, she needs more food.”

With a hard look, Namjoon shook his head. “She hasn’t eaten well in what could be months, or longer.Too much food too soon will only hurt her body more.” He explained. “We can increase food gradually as tolerated.”

Hoseok frowned knowing that Namjoon was right but it made him sad to see the omega in the condition she was in. “I think I’m gonna go home and inform the others on how it is going here.”

Namjoon nodded at him, understanding that this type of patient is not for everyone to see. “That seems like a good idea.”

Jimin walked back in with two slices of bread on a plate and a small glass of water. He approached the exam table slowly so as to not scare the female.

“Jimin, I’m gonna head home. Did you want to come with me?”

The smaller alpha shook his head. “No, I'll hang around here for a little while.” He turned his attention to Namjoon. “I’ll stay with her for a while and help her out. Why don’t you record your notes, I’m sure there is much you need to write up. I’ll report any changes immediately.”

Namjoon nodded his head before waving Hoseok off and heading into his office.

****

At some point Jinyoung, Dr. Wang’s nurse and beta had snuck back into the treatment area of the clinic. He had with him an ipad and was checking bottles on shelves and marking things on the screen.

The omega watched him closely, trying to see if he had alternate intentions toward her. After a moment of staring she turned her attention to see that two of the males she was previously speaking to had left the room and the remaining one was pulling a seat up near her.

Once seated Jimin turned his attention to her and smiled gently. “Hey, I’m Jimin, I know Namjoon already informed you but I wanted to tell you myself. I brought something small for you to eat. It’s nothing crazy - just some bread. Do… do you think you feel up to eating some now?” He watched her spy the plate before nodding her head slowly. He happily broke one piece of bread in half and gave it to her.

She took small bites, unsure if she even wanted the food. She noted the male looked pleased with her as she nibbled away. In the back of her head she kept the chanting ‘Three. Six. Escape. Right. One eight seven.’ She needed to keep track. There was a pause in her chewing as she looked over to the male sitting in front of her. She desperately tried to remember his name, she knew the good doctor told her but she forgot to file it away in her brain.

“You left them behind.”

It was the first thing he said to her, she could remember that - it made her feel calm inside. She tried to think again but it was a blur and already had a headache.

“Did you want some water?” The male asked, his voice was gentle and happy, giving off a welcoming vibe.

Not wanting to upset him, Soo Min took the glass from him. She eyed the clear liquid with a sense of dread she couldn’t help. Her fears didn’t make any sense to her. She tried to think back to any memories that would make her feel so hesitant, not nothing came to mind.

She must have been sitting there for a while because the male nurse who was checking things off on his tablet walked over. “Is everything alright?”

Soo Min didn’t answer. She looked at the nurse and then back to the glass, to the kind male offering it and back to the glass again. They wanted her to drink it and she felt pressured to do so. What if she refused – would they force her? She looked up at the kind male again and reached out with shaky hands, taking the small glass carefully and bringing it closer to her body. She looked back at him again, he gave an encouraging nod of his head and she took a sip. It was tiny but she was tasting for anything foreign, anything that shouldn’t be there like a weird aftertaste. That tiny sip felt so nice to her dry throat and she couldn’t help but take another sip and then another. After the third sip she downed the rest of the glass and was suddenly upset to see it empty.

“That’s all you can have for a little while. I’m sorry.” The nurse explained when the omega looked sadly at the empty glass.

The female took another nibble of the bread as she felt her stomach come back to life. It growled loudly. Her hunger got the best of her and she devoured the slice of bread quickly.

“Oh dear, you should slow down. If you eat too fast then you’ll get sick.” The nurse stated and Jimin nodded his head in agreement.

The omega felt like the words were a threat, like the nurse was going to rip the food away from her hands. Anxiety ridden she quickly snatched the second piece off the plate and crammed it in her mouth before that could happen.

Jinyoung’s eyes grew wide and he moved quickly to the female to stop her. Soo Min curled up on the exam table defensively. Jimin stood but held his hands up to show her there was no harm coming her way. The nurse frowned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. We just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Things changed for Soo Min though, she could hear his voice but she could no longer see him. No longer was it the two males standing over her but instead they had warped into figures - cloaked in black with matching masks over their faces. She didn’t know these people, she didn’t know what they wanted from her. She wanted Jimin back, she felt safe near him. Maybe the nurse and him were hiding. She felt her stomach lurch with a sudden feeling of sickness. Her eyes widened in panic. She wished she hadn’t eaten anything. They, the cloaked beings must have poisoned the food she was given. Panic was pouring off of her in tidal waves.

She couldn’t stop the feeling as her stomach lurched two more times violently. Not knowing what else to do, she leaned over the side of the exam table and spilled the contents of her stomach all over the floor. She noticed the two cloaked figures rush toward her but she smacked their hands away. Soo Min let out a vicious sound as she tried to curl up tighter, trying her best to protect herself.

One figure spoke up as it approached her again. “I’m sorry - this is for your own good.” Then everything happened so quickly after that. The closer cloaked figure grabbed her and held her down, she bucked and twisted to get away, trying to throw her claws around and was ready to bite if need be but her head was pushed down to the table and a sharp pain stabbed into her neck. Her will to fight started getting cloudy and the cloaked beings started to step back from her as her vision got smaller and smaller. Then everything went black.

****

Taehyung sighed in frustration as Hoseok paced the forest floor. “Can we go home now?” He asked, slightly annoyed to be out but he wanted to also help his alpha. Instead they were out in the wilderness, going who knows where for who knows how long.

Hoseok stopped in his tracks and looked back at Tae, he felt bad - the omega had offered to keep him company as he couldn’t get any unsettled feeling off his chest. He could feel there was something else out there. “Sorry pup, something just isn’t right. If you want to go home, go on and I’ll be home soon.” He flashed a smile at him.

Taehyung wasn’t dumb though, he frowned and walked over to the alpha. “You and I both know that’s a lie. You’re gonna be out here for hours. I’m gonna stay with you the whole time but we have to head back soon. Jin’s cooking dinner tonight.”

Hoseok pulled the omega to his side, allowing the male to curl up to him. “Thank you Tae.” He pressed a kiss to his head and then another on his lips, a little longer than the first. The two parted and started walking further into the forest. He pointed out the spot in which they found the female omega, “I found her right there.” His voice was heavy with sadness and it made Tae frown.

From what Taehyung knew was that this female omega was in terrible shape, chanting things, malnourished, and slightly dangerous as she attacked Dr. Wang. He hoped Namjoon was okay, doctors sometimes had a dangerous job. He looked away from the spot and tried to keep up with Hoseok who started to walk a little faster and faster and even faster until he started running. “Hoseok, slow down.” Taehyung called out.

“Can you tell me more about the girl?” Taehyung asked in a curious tone after many moments of silence fell upon them.

An image of her flashed in the alpha’s mind and he resisted the urge to shutter. “It didn’t look well. There was a nasty gash on the back of her head. And there were other injuries that indicated that maybe she was attacked and fought back. I fear that the person who inflicted those injuries will be looking for her. If so, we need to figure out what we’re going to do if that happens. If it’s an alpha we may have no choice but to return her to her pack.”

“Would Namjoon really do that?”

“You know the decision won’t just fall on him. Not something this big. It’s something the alpha’s will all have to agree on. And ultimately it will be whatever is best for our pack.”

Tae nodded his head. “I hope it won’t come down to that.”

Hoseok frowned and shook. “Tae, I want you to stay here.”

“What? No, I’m coming with you.”

“I need you to stay here. Don’t make me command you. There is something ahead, I’ve been feeling it for a while. It’s not good. It feels very much like death. I need you to stay here and not move. Can you please do that pup?”

The omega looked down at the ground. He was annoyed and also sad. “What if it’s dangerous?”

“More of a reason for you to stay here. I’ll be back soon. It’s close, not too far ahead.”

“Promise me you’ll come right back.”

The alpha didn’t respond and instead started running. There was a sense of dread in the air, one that follows shortly after death and either lingers forever or vanishes when new life clears it away. Hoseok could feel his heart rate increase and his breathing got heavier and it wasn’t from running. Something was up ahead, something horrible, something he didn’t want to find but knew he needed to. So he ran until he did.

Within a few minutes of running, the alpha felt like what he was looking for was right up ahead; but then something strange happened. The birds started chirping again and all the feeling of dread washed out of his body, like someone dumped a bucket of cold water over him. He looked around frantically, trying to find that overwhelming feeling again but could not find a hint of it. He returned to his omega, confused and more worried than ever.

***

When the female opened her eyes, she had to blink a few times before she could see properly. She went to raise her hand to rub her eyes but immediately realized that she was being restrained. Panic filled her; rapid intakes of air filled and deflated her lungs.

“Easy there.” The semi-familiar voice filled her ears and she froze, taking a sharp gasp of air in and holding it. Dr. Kim’s face was suddenly at her bedside. “It was for everyone’s protection, including yours.” He stated as he gestured toward the restraints. “I’ll take them off of you, if you promise to not attack me at your first opportunity.”

She released the breath of air slowly as she studied his body language. He was serious with his words, but he was relaxed. “Okay darlin’ it was from the right.” His words replayed in her head, reminding her that he was okay to be trusted. She nodded her head in agreement and felt her whole body relax. She felt the pressure around her wrists release and out of reflex she rubbed each wrist even though the restraints didn’t hurt her. After a quick moment she sat up and whispered. “Thank you.”

"Don't make me regret it." He stated. "So tell me what happened, you were fine when I left. The nurses told me you started eating too fast and became highly defensive and got sick."

She looked around the room for the dark figures. Then she leaned closer to the doctor. "It was poisoned." She whispered to him.

"What was poisoned?" He asked her, thinking at first that she had remembered something.

"The bread."

He frowned at her. "The bread wasn't poisoned, darlin’." He stated.

She shook her head. "No, no, no. It was. It made me sick.” She leaned in closer to him and her voice dropped even lower to where he almost couldn’t hear her. “We can't trust them." She pulled back and sat back up.

He studied her for several moments. "But you trust me?”

She smiled and nodded her head.

“So you don’t trust Jimin or the nurse, Jinyoung?”

‘Jimin!’ That’s what his name is. She took the information and filed it right with Dr. Kim Namjoon. She shook her head. “No, no, Jimin and the nurse are trustworthy. The other one too, the one who looked so worried.”

“Hoseok.” He reminded her.

“Yes, yes. Hoseok.” She filed his name in too as she gasped. “Do you think he knew they were coming?”

“Who?”

“The bad ones.” She whispered.

“I promise there is no one bad here my dear.” He wished he knew what triggered all her responses. While he was happy she was no longer chanting her series of words and numbers, he wished he was in the room for her episode. “I'm going to get you food. You stay here."

He returned quickly with two slices of bread. "Small bites." He instructed as he placed the plate on the bed. She looked at the food and then at him, but didn't move to grab a piece. He sighed and grabbed one before taking a bite of it. "See, it's safe."

She timidly picked up a piece and started nibbling on it. "Where is Hoseok?" She asked.

"He's gone to the area he found you at." He explained. "Darlin, do you remember anything from before you woke up?"

She sat and nibbled on her bread. Her eyes became unfocused as she stared into nothingness. She stayed that way for a few minutes, her jaw moving slowly as she chewed.

The doctor sighed. He got her a glass of water and placed it down on a table next to her.

"Red flashing lights." The words made him pause and look at her. "The room was dark, so dark, except for the flashing red lights. There was a loud noise blaring. Why was it so loud?"

"Was it a ‘Rapid Response’?" As soon as the question left his lips her eyes snapped over to him. An unmistakable fear came over her. "Yes." She whimpered.

"Do you know why there was a rapid response?" What she described reminded him almost of hospital codes but he didn’t think she would answer yes.

She shook her head. "No."

"Were there people with you? Your pack members?"

"Pack members?" She was confused at the mention of other people but he was persistent.

"Yes. You’re an omega, you should have an alpha and betas. Do you remember that?" She shook her head.

"Where are we?"

"We are in the rescue."

"You said that before, I'm in the medical unit. But where are we?" She asked as she finished her first piece of bread.

"In South Korea. You were found in the woods, disheveled and close to death with nothing on you except this bracelet.”

"The woods… bracelet…" Her voice trailed off as if she was thinking, trying to grasp a memory just out of reach.

He picked up his tablet and tapped on it for a moment. "This is one of the cameras from outside the facility." She was taking a sip of her water when he turned the screen toward her.

Her mouth opened in awe at all the greenery. She placed her cup down as she took the tablet from his hands carefully.

“Keep moving. Don't let them get you.”

"Keep moving.” She whispered. “There are the twisted trails in the forest." She remembered as she suddenly spoke louder.

"That's right." He sounded glad and called her name gently. “Did you have two people with you?"

She didn't answer, or acknowledge that she had heard him. Her mind was racing.

He continued, "We found you first and then we found two others several hours later, a male and female. They wore the same bracelet as you." When she still didn’t acknowledge his words, he sighed, "I'm sorry to tell you that they didn't make it." He regretted saying anything as he watched her eyes glaze over while she dissociated.

"One eight seven. One eight seven. One eight seven." She placed the tablet down and held up her two fingers on her hand. "One eight eight." She put down one finger. "One eight nine." She put the second finger down, laying her hand in her lap. "One eight nine. I counted them. I won't forget. One eight nine." She looked up at Namjoon with no emotion but she had tears filling her eyes.

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skz-jeha · 2 years

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I want to spend everyday with you

7/22/22

Warning: Fluff, Soft! Jackson

Pairing: Jackson Wang x GN! Reader

Description: If anyone asked Jackson what Y/N is to him, he would say the moon. If anyone asked Y/N what Jackson was to them, they would say the sun. For all who cared, these two were inseparable. True to word, they couldn’t spend a day without each other, much to the annoyance of the GOT7 guys.

It is a calm Saturday afternoon. Everyone lazing around the GOT7 dorm room. Scattered around the room were the talented idol boys. Some sat on the floor, some on the couch, and others on the scattered bean bags.

The boys chatted about whatever while Jackson had an arm around Y/N's waist. The two lovebirds were snuggled together in their little bubble. Utterly oblivious to the knowing smiles of their friends.

BamBam and JayB used to tease Jackson relentlessly before he got together with Y/N, always off staring into space, daydreaming about the person who caught his attention and stole his heart.

Now imagine seven boys, all living together, all single, and only one of them is in a relationship. That someone is constantly praising their partner. It gets pretty annoying for the rest of the group.

iGOT7 gave the couple the nickname Sun & Moon because it seemed that the two revolved around each other.

iGOT7 adore Y/N. They are happy that Jackson found someone that loves and cares for him and has his best interest in mind. Of course, there was a backlash when Jackson and Y/N's relationship was announced. However, that soon changed when the fandom saw your interactions with the boys. How you always make sure they did not overwork themselves and took care of their health.

Many edits and videos have been made of you and Jackson as a cute and loving couple. The boy's favorite is the videos of Jackson looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

Honestly, the boys had no problem with your relationship or how lovestruck Jackson is. It gave them all an excuse to tease the rapper, especially the Maknaes, who relentlessly teased Jackson for months after they first met you at the studio.

You walked in with baggy jeans, a t-shirt that the boys knew for a fact was Jackson's, and a bag of takeout in hand. A bright smile graced your face as you set down the food on the table and hopped into your boyfriend's arms. Said boyfriend, who was frowning and sulking just a second ago.

The boys all saw how you affected Jackson's mood, making him happier. They also picked up on how he looked more relaxed and at ease when around you. They all made a vow to slap Jackson if he ever hurt you.

You are close friends with Mark and JayB. One time, while drunk, Mark asked you what you thought of Jackson, and you said he was your Sun.

Confused, JayB asked what you meant. Smiling drunkenly, you said Jackson brightens up your life, and then you promptly passed out. The two boys made sure to get you into bed safe and sound.

The both of them told Jackson about your conversation, and Jackson smiled and said that you were his moon, a stable pillar that he could rely on when life gets hard.

After that little love confession, the boys noticed that wherever one went, the other was soon to follow. BamBam made sure to point out whenever you were being extra cuddly with the other, causing both of you to embarrassingly get awkward, which prompted the rest of the boys to jokingly scold BamBam.

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dxf · 2 years

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internet secret | one. (m.)

college! au pairing: kim yugyeom x reader parts: one. | two. | three. description: you are a college student in need of making easy money. without jeopardizing your future or reputation, you decide to become a sex worker on onlyfans. you soon find out that the man you hate, kim yugyeom, randomly chooses to subscribe. but he doesn’t know who you are. warnings: this series contains mature language and will include sexual topics. read at your own risk words: 2.4k disclaimer: i do remember specifically reading a series on here that is the same idea. i would give credit to the creator of the series, but i do not remember their tag on here. and i can’t find it anywhere in my likes. if possible, i would like to know the creator so i can give credit where it’s due. so if anyone knows the original author, please tell me so i can appropriately credit them.

you were the first one in your immediate family to go to college. a four-year university. your family celebrated and congratulated you, but it was difficult to grasp that you were going away. it’s been a couple of months since then. you’ve moved into a modest apartment with your money, but you knew that your waitressing job wouldn’t cover the bills. so you decided to make some extra cash through onlyfans. you knew that you could be caught quickly by the students, the staff, and even family members. but no one has really noticed because of how you do your makeup and the surplus of wigs you have. it’s your only secret.

you’ve never dreaded coming to school before you met him. kim yugyeom. he’s never liked you for some reason. you’ve always kept your distance and barely interacted with him. his three friends, bambam, jeon jungkook, and jeong jaehyun, are always surrounding him. despite barely interacting with him, he’s always hated your guts. you then decide to hate him back. it’s a bit petty, sure, but who cares. unfortunately, you’re in the same class, and some of your classes overlap with his.

“hey y/n. you’re in my spot,” yugyeom says, hovering over you. you continue to sit there, ignoring what he has to say. starting an argument in the middle of the classroom is something you rather not do. “earth to y/n? did you hear me?”

“last time i remembered, the professor didn’t have assigned seating. besides, i’ve been sitting here for the quarter. so find somewhere else to sit,” you retort.

judging the look on his face, it seems that your answer did not please him. “i don’t care if you’ve been sitting here for the quarter. i decided that i wanted to sit here today. so move.”

“no yugyeom, sit where you normally sit. and please leave me alone.”

you felt his gaze on you, even though you weren’t looking at him. causing a scene in front of everyone would be left field of you, but you still wanted to put him in his place. “fine. but you’re not getting off the hook this time,” he mutters. not once did he turn away from you. it felt like he was staring right into your soul. not like you had one in the first place. perhaps yugyeom was just a high school bully who never grew out of that phase in college. but you didn’t want to find out since you didn’t care. if he tried to bully people to get his way, so be it.

after class, you made your way back home since it was the day’s last class. thankfully, you didn’t have a waitressing shift at your other job. you’re always contemplating why you keep that job since being a cam girl made you more money. then you remembered that you needed a backup plan to tell relatives. you wish they weren’t so damn nosy all the time, but alas, you can’t control what other people do. your business is yours, so why care about others.

once you get home, the first thing you do is take a steamy shower. it’s probably your favorite part of the day. you’re not sitting for long periods in a classroom or dealing with yugyeom’s nasty attitude. you couldn’t wrap your head around why he didn’t like you. it would make sense if you guys were high school rivals, competing with each other on who’s better, but it wasn’t until this year that you met. your first encounter with him was rather nice, in your opinion. you both greeted each other and sat next to each other in history. his body language read as friendly as if he wanted to make more friends. now you realize it was just a facade he put on. hopefully, you weren’t the only one who yugyeom decided to harass. but at the same time, you didn’t care to ask other classmates if he treated them the same way. asking meant you cared and only makes you seem desperate.

since you didn’t have to go into the restaurant today, you decided to make some extra cash at home through onlyfans. coming out of the hot, steamy shower meant for great content. you snap a few photos without your face, of course, and post them on the site. because of your number of subscribers, you silence your phone for the time being. you enter the kitchen to whip yourself some food before getting ready to go live for the night. giving yourself time to eat, you announce that you’d go live in about thirty minutes. today you felt like wearing an ombre gray wig and did your makeup to match your hair. feeling like you would still be recognized by the public, you pop in some grayish-blue contacts, completing the look.

the thirty minutes were up. you eat whatever was left on your plate then put it in the sink. everything was nice and tidy in your room, with no last-minute changes. you turn on your laptop and camera, getting ready to go live. the notifications on your phone signified many people were waiting. after some time, you were finally able to start your live.

“hey everyone, i hope i didn’t keep you guys waiting for too long,” you wink at the camera. there’s an influx of people joining, hoping to get some free content and nudity. “you all know the drill. there’s a twist today! fifty dollars for thirty minutes today! only for today, and it’s limited. i wish you all good luck.” the chat starts going wild. your direct messages are exploding in hopes they get a chance for a private room with you. you ignore the ones who threaten to harass you. one of the messages catches you off-guard. kyum? you thought to yourself. it was a familiar username, perhaps someone from your school.

kyum: i’ve never done this before, and i’m a new subscriber of yours. could you explain how this private live room works?

you giggle at yourself before saying, “for those who don’t know how the live feature works, you will get a private room with me for thirty minutes. i’d prefer to know who i’m doing business with, so i’ll also ask you to turn on your webcam and microphone. it wouldn’t be fun if only one of us had a show.”

kyum: thank you for your explanation and for not singling me out. can i do one-hundred for an hour, maybe? or is that too selfish?

you: awe, you’re so sweet. i’ll make an exception for you. an hour for a hundred :)

just click on this link and i’ll be waiting for you.

you end the live and get settled into your private room. their username is similar, but you can’t pinpoint where or why you know it. trying to find out where the username comes from is giving you a headache. kyum finally joined the live, but nothing was turned on yet.

“hey there, kyum! you said this was your first time? there’s no need to be shy. everything that happens in this room is only between you and i. you don’t even have to share your name with me unless you prefer to be called something,” you reassure.

they unmuted their microphone, “sorry about that, i’ve never done this before.” that voice. one you’re too familiar with. “you can call me kyum.”

there’s no way, you thought to yourself. that voice belongs to the person you loathe most. kim yugyeom. you start to freak out a little bit in your head. what if he recognizes you? what if he starts a rumor at the school and you get expelled? judging the expression on his face, you can really tell that he’s nervous. he’s genuinely not trying to figure out your identity or anything. a flood of reassures flows throughout your body, this is your job. you can’t be freaked out by one person. there’s been plenty of times when other students have subscribed to your stuff.

seeing yugyeom so nervous gave you reassurance, but it also turned you on a little. “so kyum, what brings you in today? a whole hour with me? is there anything you have in mind?”

“some of my friends actually referred you to me,” he sighs. “i don’t really get the point to these kinds of things, but i’m always down to try anything new.”

“okay. from what i’ve seen, here are some popular options. many people like being submissive and degraded. some like the opposite and like being dominant and in control. and some just like watching me play with myself. i’m open to all kinds of ideas, as long as it doesn’t break the law.”

he chuckles to himself, “i suppose i can try being dominant. does this include name calling?” as much as he is a bully to you at school, you can’t deny how sexy he is right now.

“yes, i can call you whatever you would like me to. you can degrade me to your heart’s content. you can also decide on what toys i use throughout the session.”

yugyeom takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular self. impressed would be an understatement. this man has a gorgeous body. you can’t help but stare at the screen. “instead of kyum, i want you to refer to me as daddy. and i guess i’ll try degrading you, although it’s way out of my comfort zone.” you want to call him out on his bullshit, but you refrain.

“yes daddy,” you say in a playful tone. you could tell that he’s caught off guard by the instant obedience. a bulge started forming in his gray shorts. he sat with his arms crossed as you began grabbing toys to pleasure yourself with. you feel his eyes piercing through you. this time, it wasn’t a demeaning gaze. it’s full of lust. he sits there and imagines what he could do with you if you were with him. his own imagination allows his boner to grow. he has a nice view of your ass while you look through your collection of toys. the hundred he paid is definitely worth it.

you take out a pink vibrator and press it on your clit. to spur him on even further; you bite your lip and moan loud enough so he can hear. yugyeom reaches down his shorts and starts slowly jerking himself off. you couldn’t believe the man who hates you most is now masturbating to you. “do you like showing yourself off like this?” yugyeom grunts. “do you get a kick out of me watching you?”

your entire face turns red. people ask this all the time, but the question coming out of yugyeom’s breathy moans makes you feel nervous. “i like it when you watch me, daddy,” you barely make out. you grab a dildo next to you and start teasing your own entrance. “do you like watching me? do i make you want more of me?”

yugyeom lets out a husky fuck. it’s been a while since you’ve gotten turned on by a customer. and it’s yugyeom nonetheless. despite how terrible he’s treated you in the past, you couldn’t help but want more of him. even if he’s moaning to you through a screen.

“ah, playing yourself turns me on so much, baby,” yugyeom says in a disheveled voice. his voice is pleasing to your ears. you notice that he’s picked up his pace quite since you’ve begun. closing your eyes, you could only imagine yugyeom and his fantastic physique. how he could easily dominate you and how great it would feel. you let out a rather loud moan before snapping out of your fantasy. “it seems like someone is enjoying themselves as much as i am,” he smirks.

“can i tell you a secret?” you huff out.

“go for it.”

“you’re probably the only person who’s made me feel this way in a while, kyum.” by the expression on his face, you could tell that he was not expecting that. his paces slowed for a bit before getting riled up again. your words made him feel better about himself and turned him on even more.

yugyeom takes off his shorts and underwear, exposing him to you entirely. his cock’s throbbing, leaking of pre-cum. you decide to turn over to where you’re now in the doggy position. you can’t see what’s happening, but his moans were all you needed. a string of curse words leave his mouth before saying, “can i cum to you?”

you bite your bottom lip, holding in a whimper. audio isn’t something you were typically aroused by. men asking for these private showings often acted as if they were compensating for the lack of some things. yugyeom’s hoarse voice is different. you kind of wish that he would degrade you a bit. ooh’s and ahh’s could be heard from the both of you, almost as if he’s right there fucking you. trying to desperately reach your high with him, you up the sensitivity of your vibrator a few more notches. just by listening to him, you could tell that yugyeom’s becoming more restless. yet he won’t cum unless you say so.

“cum for me daddy,” you squeal. yugyeom’s breathing becomes irregular. you flip over to on your back so you can see him release. his face flushed with sweat dripping down. the experience is more enjoyable than you could have ever imagined. with a few more pumps, he cums all over himself. that’s all you need to reach your own peak. he mutters more curse words to himself before you release. heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear from the both of you.

he looks down at himself, realizing the massive mess he’s made. “i suppose that calls for a shower,” he chuckles. you couldn’t help but giggle with him. “thank you for tonight, i haven’t enjoyed myself in awhile.”

“no problem, kyum; hopefully, you’ll turn up for more sessions?” you ask, hoping he’d say yes.

“you want me to spend more of my money?” he jokes. your face turns bright red. “i’m only teasing you. i guess this could be my guilty pleasure. an internet secret, perhaps.”

“an internet secret, huh? okay, i can get by that.”

“my name is yugyeom, by the way. you don’t have to say kyum anymore.”

“yugyeom? it was a pleasure doing business with you,” you smile. he returns it. he accidentally touches himself, remembering how sticky he is. “i guess we both have to shower now.”

“the shower is a must. thank you again, i’ll be going now,” he waves.

you wave back, “have a goodnight, yugyeom.” then sign off for the night.

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hwangyeonjun · 1 year

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January 6th

pairing: lim jaebeom x gn!reader

genre: fluff

birthday party masterlist

you were pacing around the room like crazy, hand on your chin as you stared at the ground. you were actually going insane.

“y/n, relax” jinyoung mumbled and you turned to look at him, only to see all six boys looking at you with so much concern in their eyes.

“i can’t” you whined. “what if he doesn’t like it?” you asked, hands flying everywhere around you out of frustration.

jinyoung rolled his eyes and elbowed jackson, signaling for him to continue the conversation.

“he will like it. jaebeom likes everything that includes you” he reassured. “plus, you did amazing. look around, the place is beautiful and you got him something that he’s been wanting for a very long time”

you did as told and looked around the room that you’ve been standing in. you have to agree, your living room does look amazing with all the balloons and confetti. the table was full of jaebeom’s favourite food that you’ve made yourself.

the birthday boy himself is on his way home, having no clue what is waiting for him, thinking that you’re not home since you told him beforehand that you’ll be working until late.

the boys also helped you prepare but most importantly, they came which will be a huge surprise for jaebeom since he haven’t seen them in a while, especially jackson, who has been in china for most of the time.

you were content, knowing that your boyfriend is surrounded by good people who genuinely love him and even though you are panicking right now, deep down you know that no matter how this is going to turn out, he will be happy.

your eyes widened when you heard the key jiggling on the other side of the door. you quickly hurried everyone to go in their spots and turned off the lights, threatening the people around you to stay quiet.

jaebeom walked in, humming a familiar song and walked into the living room. it took him a few seconds to find the light switch and when he turned on the light, all of you started screaming “surprise” while yugyeom and bambam threw confetti at jaebeom.

he was stunned, eyes wide, mouth open with a peace of confetti stuck to his lip. his eyes locked with yours and then the biggest grin spread on his face.

“baby” he whispered and immediately pulled you into a hug.

you didn’t even notice the tears of joy on his face until he started hugging his members and it made your heart burst. he was happy, and that’s all you wanted.

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yakuly · 1 year

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🪐 Ateez 🪐BTS 🪐 EXO 🪐 GOT7

🪐 Monsta X 🪐 NCT

🪐SEVENTEEN 🪐STRAY KIDS

🪐G idle

🪐 Projeto Bookverse

🪐 Reactions

Primeiro beijo com Ateez | First Kiss with Ateez

Monsta X indo para o exército | Monsta X going to the Army

Monsta X e a namorada vegetariana

WayV como candidatos da seleção | WayV as selection candidates

Stray Kids when you go to a university abroad

🪐 Drabbles

"Amor da minha vida" | "Love of my Life" | N. Yuta - NCT 127

"Jeon Wonwoo" | J. Wonwoo - Seventeen

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

🪐Timestamps

16:38 p.m — Z.Chenle - NCT Dream

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

🪐 Headcanons

Ateez como deu namorado | Ateez as your boyfriend

Stray Kids como seu namorado | Stray Kids as your boyfriend

Nct Yuta Guitarrista

🪐 One shots

¤"Lego Love" | C. San - Ateez

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

Especial de aniversário Min Yoongi | Min Yoongi birthday special

¤ "Sunflower" | J. Hoseok - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "I Can't Stop Me" | P. Jimin - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "Oh, Loverboy!" | P. Jimin - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "Pensamentos sob o luar" | "Moonligh Thoughts" | K. Taehyung - BTS

¤ "Estrelas de reality show" | "Reality show stars" | D.O - EXO

¤ "Corset" | BamBam - GOT7

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "O escolhido" | "The choosen one" | J. Jaehyun - NCT 127

¤ "Golden Hour" | L. Mark - NCT

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Crush" | Y. Yang - WayV

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Lento..." | "So Was I..." - L. Mark - NCT

¤ "MagicHao" | X. Minghao- SEVENTEEN

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Love is a flight away" | Y. Jeogin - Stray Kids

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Namorado secreto (Idol!)" | "Secret boyfriend (Idol!)" | C. Yeonjun - TXT

¤ "Batom Vermelho" | P. Sunghoon - Enhypen

🪐 Fake socials

Ten como seu amigo/namorado (Snapchat) - WayV

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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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Post Date: 24th October 2022 Content: Fluff - GOT7 Jackson x Reader WC: 1.6K TW?: Friends to lovers Request?: Yes Masterlist Prompt list

“Awh come on, Jackson. It’s not going to be that bad,” Mark whines playfully to his friend who’s slumped in his chair, arms crossed with his phone in his face.

Jackson sighs, peering around the phone to look at Mark, “I’m not going, that’s the end of it,” he bites lowly, frustrated with himself for feeling so petty about it when he really doesn’t have to, “Bam’s going to be there ain’t he?”.

Mark rolls his eyes, “Of course he is, but that’s because he’s a good friend of Y/N’s, as well as us. I know you like her, come on!”.

“I’m definitely not going, I don’t want to get my heart broken when she asks Bam to dance with her, to be her boyfriend. That should be me, not him,” Jackson protests but Mark doesn’t want to hear it, putting his hand up to his friend.

“I’m sure she doesn’t like him that way, you’re coming, even if it’s for an hour,” Mark puts his foot down, smiling as Jackson lets out a defeated groan, not wanting to believe that you ain’t interested in Bambam but he wants to be there for you, for your birthday.

You were first Mark’s friend, meeting each other at a fan signing event and just clicked straight away, and you haven’t missed a day where you weren’t texting or hanging out, he really is your best friend for life.

You were also grateful when he introduced you to the rest of the group, and almost instantly, you fall in love with Jackson. Though you don’t say or do anything with it because you didn’t want to hurt Mark, who's yours and Jackson’s best friend.

However you loved all of them, finding yourself hanging out with Bambam and Yugyeom purely for how chaotic they were, but finding yourself hanging out with Mark, Jinyoung and Jaebum when you needed to chill out. Jackson was the one you’d hang out with when you needed cheering up, he just cheered you up the second he smiles at you when he makes jokes about you when he does the most simple of things.

Your birthday comes around so quickly that you didn’t even remember what you were on with being busy with work and everything else, the boys reminding you first thing in the morning through the group chat. All of them scream happy birthday through voice messages and spamming birthday memes as you chuckle to yourself, remembering about your birthday party on the night that you hoped Jackson will turn up out of everyone.

That also comes around quicker than expected, the hours flowing by as you're doing the final touches to your make-up, walking out of your apartment to meet them at their choice of venue for you.

It was only going to be a small party with a few close friends as well as your family but you prefer it that way as you walk in, getting greeted and congratulated by family and friends who offer to get you something to drink.

You scope the room for Jackson but he was nowhere to be seen, only a few of the boys in the corner, all grasping onto their gifts for you. Noticing you, they wave, inviting you over, singing as you do so.

“Here’s the birthday girl!” Jinyoung announces, reaching to give you a small hug as the others follow suit.

“You want these gifts now or want us to put them somewhere?” Jaebum asks, Mark also waiting for your answer as you laugh at the way they hold them up excitedly.

“Over on the table will be fine, thank you,” you smile, turning to Bambam as the other three walk off, “He’s not coming, is he?” you pout as he shrugs, “I don’t know”.

You were a little hurt by the lack of Jackson’s presence, but you didn’t want to lose hope in him, wanting to believe that he wouldn’t miss your birthday, he’s never like that.

Unbeknownst to you, Jackson was preparing a huge surprise for you, needing help from Yugyeom to carry in your present, knowing how much you love puppies, he couldn’t resist getting you one for your birthday.

Mark manages to convince the DJ to turn down his music, letting him have the mic as he had an “important” announcement to make, something completely random to everyone else at the party.

“Hey guys, could we have a moment to let the birthday girl stand in the middle of the floor, there is a blindfold for you that Jaebum has, please put that on,” he announces, the floor clearing as Jaebum hands you said blindfold, assisting in helping you get it on.

For the seconds to follow, the venue falls silent, everyone waiting patiently for the surprise as Jackson and Yugyeom walk in, a big box in their hands as they carry it towards you, putting it at your feet before opening the lid.

“If we could do a huge countdown when I signal too, Y/N can take the blindfold off,” Mark continues as the room starts to chant the countdown, your nerves getting the best of you as you giggle to yourself, hands swinging down by your side.

Jaebum stays close to take off your blindfold on the count of 1 and as your eyes open, you’re greeted by Jackson standing there with the biggest grin on his face that you’ve ever seen.

“You came!” you excitedly scream, jumping up and down, going to give him a hug until a small bark comes from below you, your eyes shooting wide open with glee when you’re greeted with the cutest labrador puppy you’ve ever seen.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Jackson smiles, kneeling down with you as you greet the puppy, picking it up with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, shooting him a thank you.

Giving you a moment to enjoy your birthday present, Mark winks at Jackson who hesitantly waves at him to signal ‘no’ but Mark smirks, giving him a thumbs up to reassure him he’ll be okay.

Jackson mouths ‘Not yet’ to his friend, wanting to let you enjoy your party, worried that you’ll reject him on the spot.

The party continues and your family take the dog back to your apartment, which Jackson has decorated perfectly for your new addition, leaving you behind with the seven boys who dig into their cake, gossiping and laughing as you join them.

“Thank you guys, this has been the best birthday ever,” you say with a huge grin, the frosting of the cake collecting at the corner of your mouth as Jackson wipes it off with his thumb without thinking.

There are hearts in his eyes as he looks at you, just wanting to tell you there and there how much he loves you but again, the fear of being shut down by you would hurt him more than just holding it in.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” you say, waving to them to say goodbye to your family who has come back briefly to say goodbye and in hopes, you have a great rest of the day.

Mark pulls Jackson aside, holding his shoulder as he forces him to look at him, “The boys and I are going to head off, take Y/N’s presents to her flat before going back to ours, you should tell her”.

Jackson shakes his head in protest, wanting to argue with his friend but Mark gives him a glare, “Do it brother, I promise you. It’ll make her day”,

Jackson once again sighs in defeat, looking over his shoulder at you smiling with your family, you were so perfect to him, he didn’t want to ruin your friendship but maybe Mark was right, maybe there’s a chance after all.

Doing as he said they would, Mark and the others make their way home, also saying their goodbyes to you as you turn to see Jackson leaning against the door, the last person to leave.

“Let me walk you home, they’ll sort out your stuff,” Jackson reassures, smiling as you nod, walking out of the venue with him, enjoying his company.

“Thank you for the puppy,” you blush, fingers intertwining as he lets out a small giggle, shrugging at you.

“It’s okay, I’m glad you love him already. What are you going to name him?” Jackson asks excitedly, really not expecting what you were going to reply with.

Noticing how excited he was getting, you couldn’t help but laugh, finding him absolutely adorable, dramatically putting your finger to your chin as you hum to yourself to think hard, but you’ve already made up your mind.

“I’m going to name him Jackie,” you announce confidently, meeting Jackson’s surprised gaze, unable to hold it together, he clutches his chest, high-pitch-screaming.

“He’s a puppy, he’s cute like you so-” you attempt to add to your sentence, but you’re silenced when his lips connect to yours, pulling you close to him.

At first, you can’t help but freeze up from it, but slowly, you melt into it, wrapping your arms around his neck, indulging in the kiss before he slowly pulls away, cheeks as red as one of your lipsticks.

“I’m sorry, I-” Jackson tries to apologise but you get him back for silencing you by pulling him back for another kiss, giggling into it as he smiles against your lips.

“Happy birthday,” he says once more as you gently rub the tip of your nose against his, utterly in love with him, and never wanting the day to end if this is how it’s going to be.

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