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1kook · 3 years

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commercial break; SEVEN

this is part of my netflix & chill series ! happens a few months before part 7

summary; And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan. warnings; horny jk, jk wants to roleplay... everyone point n laugh, mentions of his impreg kink lol, making out, tits, honestly jk is just very horny n in love lol, jk in a vampire costume w fangs O_o rating; mature (18+) wc; 2k

notes; if u don’t know who lindsay is first of all ur sick, second of all here’s my queen’s top moments. also i just gotta say, this was originally gonna be a larger fic (a halloween special) for my ncouple, but i got a lil busy with school n ultimately didn't have time to invest in this as a whole installment so..... enjoy this commercial break instead!!

Jungkook loves Halloween.

He loves the pumpkin carving and the decorating. Loves the spooky music and the abundance of candy. He loves it, absolutely adores it, and for the second year in a row, he gets to spend it with you! Yet another person he loves very much.

He doesn’t remember ever being this excited for Halloween. Last year, you had roped him into going to some frat party with him, had egged him on, begged so cutely that it was your last year in college, baby until he caved. The two of you had spent the night drinking until you blacked out, Ubering home with your costumes half on, and then unceremoniously fucking in his living room with the blinds wide open.

(The next neighborhood meeting had been very awkward for Jungkook.)

It was his first time ever drinking with you like that, and he vaguely remembers, through his own drunken gaze, how cool you had been. Had absolutely owned a bunch of greasy football players at beer pong in your little sexy nurse costume. And when the crowd cheered your name, shrieked in awe, it had been him that you turned to for praise. “Did you see me, baby,” you had giggled, crowded him against the wall of this random house until Jungkook was sweating profusely. In lieu of a costume, he had worn a silly jogger set with a skeleton design that was supposed to glow in the dark, according to Amazon. You had told him he looked adorable, had kissed and squeezed his cheeks until Jungkook was a flustered mess.

It was still early into your relationship— if Jungkook did the math, you were only about five months in at that point —so he didn’t know how else to cope with the rapid thundering of his heart, the confession sitting on his tongue, the then scary L-word begging to be heard. So, he took you home and fucked you until your little nurse cap slid off your head and you were begging for him to let you cum, thus earning him his first ever offense for violating the neighborhood rules (i.e., traumatizing a group of middle schoolers by fucking in plain sight).

Long story short, Jungkook loves Halloween, and he loves it even more when he gets to spend it with you.

(He’ll never admit it, but he’s a hard romantic. He wants to do cheesy things with you, like cuddle you into his arms when you get scared, pat your head until you can look at whatever is happening on screen again. He wants you to feel safe in his arms, wants to be your refuge when things become too much. He likes to think he’s done a pretty good job so far.)

Jungkook’s plan goes like this:

First, welcome you with that Halloween basket you’ve been sending him tweet links about all month. The cute little Jack-O-lantern candy bucket stuffed with candy and hair ties and a soft Halloween themed blanket. It’s so cheesy, makes him blush when he catches sight of it in his closet, but Jungkook will do anything to please you.

Next, after presenting you with your Halloween gift and having you coo and tell him he’s a good boy, he’ll invite you to break your new soft blanket in. The living room will be prepared with an assortment of your favorite foods, the flat screen ready to play whatever horror movie the two of you settle on.

And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare.

It’s a perfect plan.

It’s the best way to spend his favorite holiday, with his favorite girl by his side and some of his favorite horror films on the big screen. Jungkook spends all of October geeked up for it, even considers hanging up lights around the living room to really set the mood. He’s so excited, can’t wait to spend another wonderful holiday at home with you, that he doesn’t fully realize why you haven’t brought up the long awaited topic of costumes.

“You like?” you ask, standing at the door of his bathroom with a sultry look in your eye, tits practically pouring out of the tight top you’ve wiggled into, skin oiled up scandalously. He fumbles with the fake vampire fang prosthetics he’d been trying to glue in for the better half of an hour.

He had heard the door open downstairs when you got here, had called out his mandatory greeting as he heard you come up the stairs. But none of that had prepared him for the sight of you in… whatever this was.

Jungkook doesn’t really understand exactly what you’re supposed to be dressed up as until the two of you are back downstairs—blinds drawn, full moon slipping in through the cracks—with some random horror movie pulled up on the TV. “I’m Lindsey,” you whine, brand new fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. It shields your boobs from view, but he’s not sure if that’s a win or a loss. “From Total Drama Island!”

He settles in beside you, doesn’t get too comfortable because it’s nearing sundown now and he knows the herds of children are bound to start flowing in. “Uh huh,” he says mindlessly. His collar feels itchy, the overly-detailed vampire costume he meticulously scoured the internet for being one size too small. You snuggle into his side anyway.

“You don’t know anything about cinematic masterpieces,” you frown, avidly tuned into The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, because apparently you love horror movies all of a sudden, a fact that genuinely throws Jungkook off. He’s not sure what it is about you that had deluded him into thinking you would be a scaredy cat, but he doesn’t take the new bit of information too hard.

The doorbell rings right as the first gorey scene ends and you make a big show of huffing and whining as he rushes to answer it. But it’s only the beginning of the long night that awaits, and, as Jungkook comes to find, running back and forth from the door to the couch is harder than it seems.

Anyway, Jungkook’s neighborhood is a little posh, or ‘bougie’ as you like to claim, and trick-or-treating hours end a little before eleven pm. By then he’s tired, having refused your offer to switch places in fear that your boob might fall out of that scrap of fabric you call a top and earn him his second neighborly offense.

However, that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to your boobs falling out in private.

“Stupid,” you giggle when he gets caught in his long cape, the sound slowly melting into a whimper as he slips his hands beneath your top, fighting with the ridiculous push-up bra you’ve donned tonight. Hands tangle in his hair, mess up the careful side part he’d styled up for tonight, and legs lock around his waist. “Your curtains closed?” you tease.

He huffs, catches your chatty lips with his roughly, presses and presses until your mouth must bruise. He belatedly remembers about those sharp fangs he’d glued on—hey, if he was going to dress up as some gaudy monster it might as well be realistic—and doesn’t realize until he tries to bite your neck and you let out a little yelp. Truthfully, he feels bad right away, but then you’re practically dissolving in his arms so he plays along. “Shh,” he hisses.

The roar of a chainsaw and terrified screams fill the living room, almost drowning out the soft sounds you release by his ear. “O- Or what?” you pant, flinch when he pushes your sad excuse of a skirt up over your waist. “Gonna b- bite me?”

And so Jungkook does.

You shriek. “That hurts, you idiot!” you scold with a tiny whine in your voice, but Jungkook’s cock is so hard. Your tiny, tight outfit does you no favors. Tits in his face, tiny thong against his bulge. He wants to make you sob, litter bites and marks all over your skin until his love makes you ache. You must see the crazed look in his eyes, because you drop the scowl. “Hey,” you say slowly, hand on his chest. “You look like you’re gonna eat me.”

He lets go of a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He wonders if you can feel his thundering heart beneath your palm. “Fuck,” he sighs, leaning away to regain his senses. Was it something in the air? Was it the fatigue? The full moon? Why did he want to fold you in half and fuck his cock into you until you were a crying, shivering mess? Something about you tonight, laid out for him to take, makes him feel absolutely insane. Starved and psycho; he just wants to take and take until you don’t have anything more to give. He purses his lips, tries to ignore the hot feeling in his lower abdomen when your hardened nipples register to his eyes. “I think I’m becoming evil.”

Of all the idiotic things his brain can come up with, this one is definitely top five. His cheeks flush right after, fueled by the boisterous laughter that escapes your lips at his statement. “Oh my god,” you gasp in glee, hands falling down beside your head. “You’re becoming evil?’

Jungkook frowns, flopping down on top of you to hide the embarrassment that paints his face. “Shut up,” he mumbles against your neck, warm and safe.

A hand cards through the back of his hair, nails dig lightly into his scalp. “Aren’t you the cutest little vampire,” you coo, seemingly ignoring the rock hard cock Jungkook presses against your thigh. He’s still so horny, has this sick thought that he could just pin you down right here, tear that silly costume to shreds and swallow you up in his lust. But your voice is so sweet, has his eyes fluttering shut as you gather him in his arms. “Silly vampire,” you hum, one leg thrown around his hip, a subtle roll of you hips up into him.

Jungkook huffs, licks a flat strip along the base of your neck. It draws a shaky exhale from you, has your hands digging into his back when he begins to slowly lap against the skin, nibble and tug until your back is deliciously arching up into him. “Wanna push you down,” he confesses quietly, hands securing themselves against your hips as he leans back. You're all dazed, eyes trained on his fanged mouth when he hesitantly adds, “l- little human.”

You could laugh, tease him for his sudden weird need to role play with you, but you don’t. A look of understanding crosses your face, sly smirk slowly following. “Oh?” you grin, hand coming around to cup his cheek. “The little vampire wants to use my body?” Jungkook tightens his jaw at your jab, but nods nonetheless.

You’re a feast before his eyes. Boobs in his face, pussy begging to be filled. You’re his, just like Jungkook is yours. And when you indulge him and his stupid whims—kinks, he should say, occasional interests that sometimes make him question himself—his heart feels warm and full. Proud and unashamed, like the truest version of himself when you look at him with those eyes. And your words only confirm it.

Your hands reach down for your top, pull the flimsy material over your head in one swoop that has your bra coming off with it. It drops to the floor. If it makes a sound, Jungkook doesn’t hear it over the shrieks of terror on screen. the blood deaths, the suspenseful music. All he hears is he hammering of his heart.

It’s two of your sneaky fingers that come up to play, pinch one nipple tenderly as you meet his eyes. “It’s all yours,” you purr. “I’m all yours.”

And the thirst he feels, well. It’s a little vampiric, to say the least.

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im-whatchamccallit · 5 years

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Meet Me Backstage//Park Jinyoung (Got7)

Part 2| Masterlist| Rules

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Unprotected sex, poorly written

Words: 3.4k

(A/N: I rewrote this 3 times and it’s still not the way I wanted it to be but I’ve tried lol)

After four years of trying and failing, you finally attended a Got7 fansigning. It was everything but nothing like you expected. There were only a hundred or so fans due to the admission choices being done by lottery, the boys were all energetic and somehow still amazing with their laid back performances and jokes, and then came the meeting. You expected to hand them their gifts, get a high five and be told it’s time to leave but each moment with each member stuck to you like glue. They were all sweet and kind yet, when you reached Jinyoung, something was amiss. From the moment you stood in line and accidentally made eye contact to the second you crouched down to his level to talk, his eyes pierced into you with his lips permanently etched into a smirk. You felt your body shaking as he spoke to you, his hands gripping yours before trailing to your forearms to massage them gently. Everything he did and said seemed to fluster you, so much to the point that your brain went fuzzy and you could barely remember a thing he said, only remembering the moment he leaned forward to whisper ‘cute’ in your ear when you stuttered out your name, his lips grazing it and making you go mental.

But, now, you slowly stood from your seat as it was time to leave, your large tote bag in hand that once held their gifts and a blanket you used to cover your legs in your mid-thigh length skirt. Regret kicked in as you realized you didn’t even get a picture with all of them, only Mark and Yugyeom. A small sigh left you as you trailed behind a few other fans before the sudden call of your name alarmed you.

Hesitantly, you turned to see a large and, frankly, terrifying security guard, his hand motioning for you to return to him. You silently complied but allowed your nervousness to show. What could you have done? Maybe it was the gifts you brought them. They were hand-written letters, designer sweaters, and golden rings that most likely put you in deep debt but it was worth it. Maybe someone was allergic to cotton or gold? How the hell were you supposed to know one of them was allergic to cotton or gold?!

Your feet shuffled closely behind the man as you went back on stage, avoiding the eyes of the event planners and manager cleaning, although they only gave you their attention for a split second, unconcerned with who you were. You were led backstage, trying to maneuver your way through the dim space before finding yourself in a well-lit room. You let out a small gasp as you saw all of Got7 there, all of them more surprised than you. All except Jinyoung.

You turned to tell the security guard there must be some mistake but he was already gone, leaving you to fend for yourself as you tried to explain you had no idea what was going on but, fortunately, Jinyoung had answers for all of you.

“Hi, (Y/n).”

“H-hey.” Your voice cracked slightly, causing you to clear you throat awkwardly as he stared at you with the same look he had from the moment you walked in.

For someone so nervous and awkward, who nearly tripped while walking away from him after having their album signed, you were so charming. When you behaved as yourself rather than just another fan trying to appeal to their idol, Jinyoung couldn’t help but feel deeper for your overly cute and genuinely funny personality. But it was your sudden burst of confidence to flirt back with him that made him want to see you again, something about it piecing you together perfectly for him.

There was a small silence between the both of you before you felt his hand grasp yours.

“Let’s go someplace private.” He said as he guided you towards the door, your hand shyly waving as you embarrassingly passed by the other members.

Jinyoung gently urged you forward so that you were at his side, silently staring at you as you stared ahead with wide eyes. Holy hell, you were alone with Jinyoung for god knows what reason. You honestly might just faint if it weren’t for the fact there were no seats around.

He finally stopped you in another hallway of the building that was completely empty, not a soul or sound around. Okay, maybe this was a bit scarier than you anticipated.

“I didn’t think you’d wanna talk with everyone else around.” He said as he stood on the opposite side of you in the narrow hall.

“Did I do something wrong?” The tone of your voice was so nervous and pure, your hands fiddling together as your teeth sank into your bottom lip and your doe-like eyes stared at him with fast blinks.

For most people, the cuteness would be heartwarming, their instincts telling them to gush over how sweet and innocent they are. But, for Jinyoung, it was more of a turn on. The way your knee crossed the other and you swayed slowly, your body realigning to fix your posture which only accentuated your breast, your blinks growing slow almost as if you were batting your eyelashes seductively to him rather than being tired from standing for almost 3 hours.

“I just wanted to talk to you some more. I liked the conversation we were having earlier.” He said half-truthfully.

His main intentions were to talk with you, maybe ask you out but, being alone with you, no other bodies or voices around to distract him, made his mind race with other ideas, ideas that refused to stay in his mind and instead travel lower.

You cleared your throat as you shyly tilted your head, your eyes diverting from him as you tried to make sense of the situation. He was standing kinda awkwardly, maybe it was because his back was arching into the wall instead of him standing upwards. You kept that excuse in mind as your eyes trailed up his body to see if you were correct, instead you found a small bulge in his black skinny jeans, his legs crossed at the ankles and only making it protrude more. Your cheeks grew warm as you quickly looked away, trying to keep your mind on the right track but how could you when his dick was making a tent in his pants?

Is that the reason he brought you back here? No, he was too sweet for that. He couldn’t possibly be that perverse. Even if he was, the idea was strangely exciting for you as well.

“(Y/n)?” Your eyes snapped back to Jinyoung’s face, his eyes showing slight concern as his lips formed into a smile once more.

“Another reason I wanted to see you in because, well,” He paused, trying to determine which way to make his statement less materialistic.

“I was the only one that didn’t get a gift from you.” You gasped suddenly before digging through your tote bag, pulling away the blanket to see the small bag for Jinyoung. You were so preoccupied during your first meeting that you forgot to hand it to him.

You shy reached inside and grabbed the small black box, opening it to reveal the yellow gold Cartier ring with his name engraved into it. Again, it cost an arm and a leg but it was worth it.

“May I?” You asked hopefully, mentally cheering as he held his right-hand out for you.

You eagerly held onto it, slipping the ring onto his middle finger, glad you got the measurements right for all of them based on only hand pictures. Jinyoung was close to pulling his hand away until he noticed you staring at his palm, tracing over it with your thumb with silent amazement.

“I’m just now realizing how big your hands really are.” You said in disbelief, Jinyoung taking a deep breath as you bit your lip once more, both your bodies growing warm at the thought of his hands on you.

You slowly stepped away him, not realizing how close you had gotten to him until your thigh grazed his shaft. Luckily he didn’t notice due to the pleasure of your thigh mixing with the throbbing in his constricting jeans. He eyed the ring in an attempt to not look at you, his lower half aching at the sight of your swollen lips and thoughts of his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

“Thank you. It must have costed you so much.” He finally said, facing you once more as you let out an almost inaudible whimper.

It was still growing and you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze from it. Even when he stood still, you could see it move slightly, the heat between your legs soon turning to moisture as you tried to recollect yourself, placing the rest of the bag into his hands quickly, not needing a reason to get closer to him as much as your body wanted to. Jinyoung slowly approached you, your face as hot as your core as he examined your features, standing just far enough from you in case he had something wrong.

“Are you okay? Am I making you uncomfortable or anything?”

“N-no! No, it’s just… You have something going on, there.” You shyly pointed downwards, both your eyes following it to see the large imprint in his pants poking out, a faint blush covering his face as his ears turned beet red.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t me-“

“Its fine, Jinyoung! Really! It just shows you like me as much as I like you.” You winked playfully with a small giggle, trying to lighten the mood of his slightly embarrassing problem.

“I don’t blame you though. How could you feel that with such tight pants on?”

“Maybe I should take these off.” He laughed, starting to find the humor in the situation as he looked at your face, your eyes trained on the hardened member before meeting his gaze. Behind your shy and innocent eyes, he saw a mischievous glint that made him swallow hard, your body mindlessly moving forward into his.

“And which one of your heads is thinking that?” Obviously the one that’s picturing your lips wrapped around it, but Jinyoung was too much of a gentleman to say that.

“Which one would you want to think that?” You bit your lip once more, not from nervousness or thinking but because you now knew the impact you had on him, his eyes scanning your face as you subtly placed your hand on his lower stomach, much to his surprise.

“Mine.”

There was a moment of silence, a heavy and palpable tension between you as his face lowered to yours, your hand trailing down to his crotch and gently squeezing, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he desperately pressed his lips to yours, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you closer as you began to match his pace.

The kiss was so needy and rough, his tongue wasting no time grazing over yours. Your eyes shut tightly while you let your bags fall to the ground, allowing your hand to tangle in his black hair and hold him closer, a kitten-like moan from you slipping into his mouth and encouraging him to go forward, his hands grasping your thighs roughly to lift you against the wall.

You hesitantly pulled away, panting slightly as his lips refused to stop, finding a space on your neck to latch onto as you listened closely, faint voices catching your attention.

“Jinyoung, we can’t do this here.” You said in a hushed voice.

His hooded, lust filled eyes bore into you as he pushed you down onto his confined cock, thrusting into your clothed heat. You nearly moaned at the feeling, his hips moving slowly to grind himself into you as your wetness began to consume your panties, the fabric skimming over your clit so gently that your legs instantly tightened around him for more but you could hear footsteps at this point, pushing him away quickly and placing everything into your tote bag, unsure of whether to run away or hid.

“Come on.” He said harshly, dragging you further down the hall and just around the corner, more voices heard in that direction but he quickly pulled you into the nearby bathroom, the lights automatically coming on.

It was made for one person to go at a time but it was large enough for four people to fit in. Not that that mattered as Jinyoung locked the door and stalked towards you, almost like a predator to its prey.

Before you could get a word in, your bags were back on the floor, lips devoured by his as his hands slid beneath your skirt to cup your ass. The risk of being caught was so high yet so thrilling, not to mention you were living every fan’s dream. Those facts alone nearly brought you to orgasm. But you wanted more and fast.

You pulled away from his lips, gripping his shoulders and turning him so he was pressed against the nearest wall, your body sinking to the floor as you eagerly began to unbuckle the unnecessary belt. Jinyoung loved the sight before him; the idea of raking his fingers through your hair as your head bobbed against him, his cock deep in your throat as you moaned around his length. It was all so tempting. But, given the circumstances, you didn’t seem to have much time for that.

He reluctantly helped you to your feet, gently pushing you towards the vacant sink while finishing undoing his pants, a soft sigh of relief leaving his lips as his member poked out unashamed.

“We can do that next time.” He said softly while rushing to attend to you, a small spark of joy in your heart from the words.

Next time? There was really going to be a next time?

You gasped a bit loudly as he tore your blouse open, revealing your bra cladded breast. He pushed the thin fabric away to latch his mouth to your nipple, sucking immediately while his one hand began to slip between your legs and into your panties, your juices lubricating his two digits as they carefully massaged your folds, brushing ever so slightly against your clit causing you to bite back a few moans.

You squirmed under his touch but refused to push him away, something euphoric about his hand toying with your breast as his tongue dove into your mouth to keep you silenced, his fingers slipping into you with ease and curling with each thrust to find your g-spot, each graze of it making you feel like jelly, your hips bucking unconsciously at the unfamiliar feeling of your orgasm. You were sad to say it’s been a while since you felt this way but, now that it was back, you craved it, so close to begging for it as he moved faster and harder, his thumb circling your slick clit as you contracted around his appendages, your lips falling open as you let out a series of soft moans, Jinyoung’s lips curling into a triumphant smile as your hand grasped his upper arm, silently begging him to stop but wanting him to keep going as you felt your vision go blurry, your body weak in his hands as you slumped against the mirror. Your toes curled in their shoes while your thighs spasmed around his waist.

Jinyoung slowly pulled his fingers from your cunt, slowly bringing them to your still parted lips as you instantly took them into your mouth, your eyes shutting completely in content. He watched as you relaxed, his hand slowly moving from your breast to your waist, giving a gentle squeeze before he trailed down to your thighs, leaving another to let you know where he was focused. He didn’t have a second thought as he pushed his briefs down to his thighs, finally free from the fabric that was glazed with precum, his dick standing straight and ready to enter you.

He watched your face as he moved his arm back around your waist, pulling you closer to his body as he placed his head to your opening, sliding in with ease. Your wetness was enough for you to take him with no problem, but you couldn’t help but groan at the feeling. He was wider than you expected, the sink angling your hips just enough that he was at the same position his fingers previously were, a second orgasm sure to hit you.

You slowly peeled your eyes open as he began to thrust into you. It was deep and slow, his eyes watching how smooth his cock slid in and out of your body as he adjusted to the feeling, the warmth comfortable and homey for him but the pace too slow for your liking. He moaned out before burying his head in your neck, your pussy clenching around him as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Faster.” You weren’t sure if you begged or demanded it, either way, Jinyoung didn’t hesitate to oblige.

He eagerly held your waist, keeping you in place as he thrusted into you, the sounds of his panting and your moans filling the air as you pressed your lips together, your hips rolling with his as you felt your core start to burn with the same feeling as before, a hand tangled in Jinyoung’s hair as the other dug its nails into his clothed shoulder. He wasn’t sure if the way you were squeezing around his member was intentional or not, the tightness making his thrust rougher to get deeper into you, his head lifting to see your face. You looked as if you were going at it with him for hours, your eyes exhausted and lips bruised from your teeth as you tried to stay silent, hickeys on your chest and a prominent one on your neck.

Your eyes locked as he began to pound into you, the thought that the good girl he met just a few hours ago was here, quietly moaning his name as she leaned her head back into the mirror, mouth open wide as hoarse whimpers hiccupped from her throat at the intense feeling of her orgasm, her hips still rolling lazily against his as she felt his thrust grow sloppy.

Jinyoung placed his lips to your throat, kissing and biting gently as he took in your scent, one hand grasping your round and swollen breast, gently fondling it despite his harsh movements. He felt his legs grow weak as he gripped your waist tightly, slamming his hips deep into yours as he let out soft moans against your skin, his warm breath somehow leaving goosebumps on your skin as he lazily gave a few more thrust as his cum coated your walls.

Thank god you were on birth control.

You sighed as he slowly pulled out of you, shivering slightly at the feeling of his cum slowly leaking from your core to the sink. He helped you down and began to run the water as quietly as possible, grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser to help you clean yourself as he did the same.

You lifted your ruined shirt from the floor, examining the large rip and missing buttons before shoving it into your bag, almost certain you’ll have to walk around the streets with your blanket covering you.

“Here.” Jinyoung said softly, reaching into your tote and grabbing the small gift bag you brought him, pulling out the long sleeve sweater that would be a size or two too big for you.

It didn’t match your outfit at all but you graciously wore it, your arms and hands being lost in the sleeves as you stared at him with sad eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just feel bed buying this for you and taking it with me.” You chuckled slightly, adjusting your bag as you prepared to leave.

“How about we just say you’re holding onto it until next time?” A small smile gracing your features as you were glad you didn’t hear incorrectly before.

“Is next time most likely going to be at the Hwasang Hotel at 9pm tonight in room 213?” He chuckled at your forwardness, even your obvious flirting cute as before.

Neither of you knew if this was romantic or strictly sexual, you just knew you wanted to see one another again. He nodded as he smoothed down one side of your hair.

“Of course. I’ll see you tonight.”

You smiled brightly before waving goodbye to him, shuffling to unlock the bathroom door and rushing out as to not be caught by anyone, a breathy laugh slipping through his lips.

“Cute.”

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lovelylunarwriting · 7 years

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Seventeen As Band/Marching Band Members

Seungcheol: Trumpet

He’s got the confidence *cough cough arrogance* of a trumpet player

But also the talent and hard work to make up for it

He would be shameless in his boastfulness and use any excuse to tell people that he made first chair

If you genuinely compliment his playing he’ll get vry shy and be all bashful and flattered

Jeonghan: Clarinet

He looks like he’s nice but is probably talking shit about the rest of the band

Loyal af to those who earn it but will be neutral and non-expressive if you rub him the wrong way

Probably joined band because his parents made him but decided to stick through it anyway.

Is good at clarinet without trying and always gets first chair without actually practicing

Joshua: Euphonium/Mellophone

UNDERAPPRECIATED AND FREQUENTLY FORGOTTEN

Tries his best even when other people are slacking off

Is generally a chill person in band class

Is the only person who actually listens to the drum major during marching rehearsals

Junhui: Snare

Acts nonchalant but takes percussion more seriously than he gives the impression of

HE IS THAT GUY THAT NEVER WEARS A SHIRT DURING MARCHING REHEARSAL

But no one complains cause dang boi you looking fine

Causes people to miss their dot because they were distracted by his beauty or just plain shocked at his lack of clothing

People think he’s showing off because he twirls his drumstick between his fingers really fluidly and like all of the time but in reality he does it subconsciously and didn’t notice he was doing it until Flutist!Seungkwan slapped it out of his hand one day

Jihoon: Oboe

Refuses to do marching because he thinks it’s a waste of time and they don’t march oboe(he refuses to switch instruments)

Takes AP Music Theory as well as band

Jihoon: “Well at least I’m first chair”

Jun: “You’re the only oboe in this class”

Jihoon: “Shouldn’t you be hitting something”

Thinks highly of his playing AS HE SHOULD because it’s the most beautiful thing

The rumor is that after he left his audition into the band the band director had to take a break, cry, and come back to continue auditions

Coincidentally, his next audition was Percussionist!Vernon so the band director ending up crying after that audition for the complete opposite reason

Soonyoung: Colorguard

I’m not even sorry

Is the most hype of everyone and cannot stay still for the life of him

Was a dancer until he say flyers for guard try outs and was like “guns? Swords? DanCING WITH FLAGS??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP”

Is friends with all the marching band kids and knows everyone’s name in the program

If you don’t march and are only in band classes then you don’t count in his eyes lol (unless you’re Oboe!Jihoon because he may or may have a small LARGE crush on u)

Is the person who cheers and yells encouragement after each run through

If you are mean or negative to him or someone he loves then he may or may not “accidentally” whack you in the back of the head with a rifle or swoop your legs out from under you with a flagpole

Wonwoo: Sousaphone

Very chill and content with chit chatting with everyone

Is probably the only one besides GuardMember!Soonyoung and Piccolo!Seokmin who is genuinely happy to be there

Low key has resting bitch face but as soon as you start talking to him it’s a 180 flip and he lights up completely

Has tipped over and fallen during runs several times over the years

Mellophone!Joshua is always the first person to run and help him up

Clarinet!Jeonghan is always the first one to start laughing and the last one to stop laughing

If DrumMajor!Chan happens to notice Wonwoo fall while he’s conducting, he can’t help but stop immediately and bust out laughing

Mingyu: Marimba

Thought about marching in the battery but was like “naw, it’s heavy and I’ll get all sweaty and ugh too much physical effort” so he stuck with front percussion and is very good at it

Wears low cut tank tops or no shirt at all when on the practice field because “I am not about to get a farmer’s tan that will never go away”

Still gets a major sock tan and will complain about it incessantly

Mingyu: “But it’s so noticeable!”

Joshua: “When you think about it, we all have terrible sock tans… Is it like our own friendship mark thing?”

Jeonghan: “Shut up Joshua”

Soonyoung: “BE NICE TO HIM”

Seokmin: Piccolo

Can’t tell if he’s playing his instrument or just screaming

Always smiling and making stupid faces back and forth with GuardMember!Soonyoung until DrumMajor!Dino catches them and tells them to knock it off

They stop for like ten minutes then start again

Enjoys sneaking up on people and then playing the highest note he possibly can directly into their ear

He did this once to Oboe!Jihoon and never ran away so fast in his life because you better bet Jihoon ran after his ass

Jihoon may or may not have put rainbow stickers all over his piccolo as a form of retaliation

Didn’t work though because Seokmin LOVED THE STICKERS and kept them on until the next competition where DrumMajor!Chan was like “no you cannot march with those on your instrument, it’s not uniform with everyone else”

TO WHICH HE BOUGHT 100 PACKS OF STICKERS FOR EVERYONE ELSE

So that they could all be uniform with rainbow stickers

DrumMajor!Chan shot him down immediately, but let Seokmin stick stickers all over him because he felt bad that he ruined Seokmin’s fun

Minghao: Saxophone

This sassy diva omg of course he’s a saxophone player

Was forced into marching by his parents but stuck with it because he liked the people who marched and wanted to stay friends with them

Is naturally really good at playing the saxophone and doesn’t have to try very hard

Wanted to do winter guard during the off season but was too scared of what the rest of the band would think

Was almost convinced by Percussionist!Junhui to do indoor percussion but Saxophone!Minghao took one look at the fair share and was like “NOPE”

Always talks to Percussionist!Jun during stand by

DrumMajor!Chan doesn’t tell him to stop because he knows he’ll just start talking again

DrumMajor!Chan has no problems putting Percussionist! Junhui in his place tho lol boy gets told off a lot but Percussionist!Jun always has a clap back, even if it doesn’t really make sense

Chan: “Jun, for everyone’s sake- stop talking and put on a shirt!”

Jun: “It’s too hot, why don’t you take off your shirt!”

Chan: “??? No?”

Seungkwan: Flute

Likes to gossip with Clarinet!Jeonghan but always accidentally warps information or takes it out of context so it sounds weird

Seungkwan: “Yeah so then Jun told Chan to take of his shirt”

Jihoon: “this is why I don’t freaking march”

Soonyoung: “oh but you should!” *spaces out with a derp face because now he’s picturing Jihoon shirtless under the setting sun with the wind blowing his hair*

Doesn’t take criticism well

Chan: “Flutes, play louder next time” -Seungkwan: “Maybe you should conduct better next time”

Chan: “I WILL COME DOWN THERE”

Is really supportive of the new kids and tells them fun stories to cheer them up when they feel overwhelmed

Seungkwan: “Yeah and then Wonwoo just tipped right over and everyone kept going”

Vernon: Bass Drum

Thought that being a percussionist would make him popular with the ladies so he auditioned but had no experience playing drums before

Didn’t think it would be very difficult, but was dead wrong

He was so bad he made the band director cry, but the director let him join anyway because they needed more percussionists

He actually worked really hard and got better at percussion and even decided to march

He wasn’t experienced enough to do snare yet though (which is what he really wanted to do) but was content with being put on bass drum

Followed the influence of Percussionist!Junhui and also never wears a shirt, but people yell at him for it instead of staring at him

Asks Percussionist!Junhui to teach him how to spin a drumstick between his fingers because he thinks it looks cool

Spent the next six hours practicing it until he got it down perfect

Chan: Drum Major

The most responsible even though he’s the youngest

Commands respect from everyone marching because no one likes to see Lee Chan angry like it’s just not fun for anyone because he’ll pout for days

Tries to keep everyone on task and is generally successful in this

Made up his own little drum major salute for right before performing and everyone agrees that he looks so cute while doing it even though he’s trying to be professional and manly

He’s the glue that keeps everyone from falling apart, and the marching band wouldn’t be nearly as good without him

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