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jadededge · 5 months

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Tear You Apart | Ch.3

Pairing: GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

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

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Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mark gives him a 'stop that' look.

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

Bam lets out a puff of air ready to protest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yugy juts his lip out, "Me too."

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

The other two side eye him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh you have a brother?" Selah asks.

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

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

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

"You got it boss." The bartender responds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She blushes, "Okay, sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her head swims. "Nice to meet you all"

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

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

Tags: @openup-yourmind

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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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daemour · 5 months

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[07.54] Kim Yugyeom

pairing: yugyeom x reader

wc: 452

warnings: none

genre: fluff, established relationship

so many morning timestamps lmaoo sorry one of these days it'll be a different time hehe

happy late birthday yugyeom!! unfortunately ur birthday is over the holidays so i got busy

When you awake, you are met with Yugyeom’s serene face. Your breath hitches as his breath brushes your cheek gently. You can’t help but smile at your boyfriend, your hand coming up and brushing against his jawline. Now that he was on break from work, he had gained a little bit of weight and you found it extremely endearing, the way he filled out and softened his edges and glowed healthily. He is soft but even softer in his sleep, and you can feel your heart swell and you lean over to plant a quick, sweet kiss on the apple of his cheek.

Yugyeom shifts slightly in his sleep, his face moving closer and lodging his nose in your collarbone. You giggle at that, his breath tickling your shoulder, but lean your head to the side, pressing even more kisses to his temple. “Morning?” he asks in a rough voice, confused at the sudden affection you are showering upon him.

“Good morning,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. Although he’s still half-asleep, he returns it, throwing his arm around your waist lazily and bringing you closer.

“It’s too early to be up,” he groans and you laugh. “It’s my off day, let me sleep.”

His whining tone only serves to make your smile grow even fonder and you press another kiss to the tip of his nose. “You’re sweet,” you hum, shifting to let your hands cup his face and offer him more kisses. “I’m happy I get to be with you.”

Yugyeom’s eyes blink open, a little more awake now as his lips pull into a sweet smile. “I’m glad too, babe, but what’s up with you? You’re super lovey-dovey today.”

You shrug the best you can with his arms around you and your arms around him. “I’m just feeling very fond of you today,” you say, kissing him once again. “I don’t know why, I just woke up and wanted to give you some love.”

Yugyeom hums, his eyes fluttering close as you kiss him again and again, peppering it all over his face. “I love you,” he murmurs, brain falling back asleep and your heart blooms at the sight. “Let’s get married.”

He clearly didn’t register his words quite yet, falling back asleep so quickly, leaving you to stare at your lover in disbelief. Not negative, of course, just unexpected. You loved him, and you know he loved you, but you weren’t sure if marriage would ever be on the table for you two. With your smile growing soft, you press a kiss to his forehead and cuddle up next to him once more.

“Let’s,” you whisper into his hair, a promise full of hope and love.

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yiensaintlaurent · 1 year

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00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

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yoonguurt · 10 months

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note: just because these groups are in the archive does not mean I’m not writing for them. it just means i’m not actively writing for them. any series planned for one of these groups will most likely be recast with a group i’m actively writing for or scrapped.

most works are 18+ (minors dni)

♤ - angst || ♡ - fluff || ♧ - smut

✍ - ongoing || ✗ - discontinued || ⎋ - hiatus || ✓ - completed

drabbles

☁ stages of jealousy || m.yoongi ♤

⤜ When your friend with benefits goes out with someone else, you make sure to find a way to bring him back to you; 788

☁ sick day || j.hoseok ♡

⤜ Your boyfriend takes care of you when you're sick; 791

☁ something new || m.yoongi ♧

⤜ You're needy and your boyfriend is more than willing to help; 990

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series

☁ world of darkness || ot8 ♧

⤜ a series of one shots featuring supernatual bts; --

oneshots

☁ taken || p.jaehyung ♧

⤜ a new boy in your mythology class seems to think he knows about the myths first hand; 6,521

drabbles

☁ territorial || k.jongin ♧

⤜ After running away from your pack and arranged marriage, the man you were supposed to marry comes to bring you back; 2,066

drabbles

☁ for the grade || i.jaebeom ♧

⤜ Being forced to work on an important project with the man you despise makes you rethink what you thought you knew; 5,506

☁ finally || m.tuan ♡

⤜ All you want is Mark, but you could never tell him that; 619

☁ heartbeat || k.yugyeom ♡

⤜ Being pregnant is not what you need right now, but your boyfriend won't let you worry alone; 809

☁ wild ride || i.jaebeom ♧

⤜ Teasing your boyfriend may not have been the best idea. Or maybe it had; 1,172

☁ welcome home || k.yugyeom ♧

⤜ You welcome your boyfriend home in the best way you know how; 647

drabbles

☁ tell me baby || l.hoseok ♤

☁ maybe one day || l.minhyuk ♤

⤜ Loving your best friend when he's gone all the time is hard on the heart; 381

⤜ Minhyuk finally gathers the courage to confess; 647

☁ mine || l.jooheon ♧

⤜ You get more than you bargained for when you make an attempt to see what your husband has been hiding; 2,083

reactions

☁ ghost hunting with monsta x

⤜ What it would be like to go ghost hunting with the boys; 382

series

☁ a familiar face || y.kihyun ♤

⤜ You meet a man who feels awfully familiar, but you've never seen him before. :: 01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05

drabbles

☁ dance for me || m.lee ♧

⤜ You never expected taking dance lessons would lead to having the hot dance teacher's hand down your pants; 2,246

series

☁ quatervois || m.lee, n.yuta ♧

⤜ You've been with Mark for so long. Your best friend Yuta despises him. He swears he has a reason. :: 01 || 02

©️ yoonguurt. do not repost, continue, or translate my works. graphics by kwanisms

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nixtape-foryou · 3 months

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✿ SHOP IRISES

The iris has a strong association with intelligence and communication and symbolizes hope, wisdom, trust, and valor. The iris carries rich historical meanings as it is linked to nobility, especially in France and Italy, and was once a symbol of gratitude in Victorian times.

LIMITED STOCK - VENDORS NEEDED

Bouquets = Series | Stems = Oneshots | Seeds = Drabbles | In Shipment = Ongoing

STEMS

The Savage King by inyournightmares97 (17.0k)★★ || Royalty AU || The whispers heard through the grapevine say that King Jinyoung is a savage. But perhaps a man who is feared by all, still has many fears of his own.

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dontbekoifish · 2 years

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The Sky Prince (1/3)

Pairing: Duffi!Jaebeom x f!reader (future chapters), slight Muska!Jinyoung x f!reader

Genre: Angst, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, death, violence, mentions of murder, injuries, toxic relationships (chapter specific)

Word count: 3684 (chapter specific)

Summary: Maybe Jinyoung was a little mean to you, but you think it gives him personality. You kind of like it. But he leaves you all alone. Until one fateful day, where your whole life turns upside down.

Movie: Castle in the Sky

Fandom: GOT7

This was written for the 2021 Ghibli Collab by @toikiii. It’s a long time overdue, so I’m sorry about that. But this will be finished by October, in a three-parter. I hope you enjoy the first part. :)

Jinyoung insisted he’s some sort of prince. You would’ve found it annoying if it was any other kid in the village, but you didn’t mind it from him. He had dreams and aspirations, and who were you to judge him? You would sit with him under the big oak tree in the orphanage’s yard and listen to his stories and tales. The other kids would call you both weird, but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t like they were any more mature.

As the oldest two of the orphans, Jinyoung being only a few months older than you, you and he often had a lot more free time. Honestly, you didn’t know why you both had to stay. Well, kind of. You weren’t able to leave until someone offered to marry you, as you were a young woman with no family. Such was how the village worked. But Jinyoung, you didn’t know what was stopping him.

Deep inside you wished he was waiting until he was old enough to marry at twenty and then he would engage you, but you know it wasn’t that. He didn’t really like you. He only put up with you because you believed his tall tales. You could see it in his eyes. When you two were stuck doing chores any other day, he would look at you with such animosity. But when you sat at the tree, he smiled at you.

That was why you would listen. Any sort of appreciation he looked at you with, you relished. Even if it was only thankfulness at your willingness to hear his stories.

But one day, when you were waiting at the tree, Jinyoung was slow. A lot slower than usual. Usually, he was right behind you, eager to tell tales.

“Jinyoungie,” you called out, watching his head lift, “why so slow today?” You ran back down the hill to meet him halfway.

Jinyoung looked at you, eyes dead, and your brows furrowed. “(Y/N).”

“Jinyoungie? What’s wrong?” You reached out, hands fisting in his cotton shirt sleeve. “Why do you look so mad?”

“I have a family.” What? “I have family,” Jinyoung repeated as if he read the look on your face.

Your lips pulled down into a frown, feeling a burn behind your eyeballs. You don’t want to cry, but you might. Having family means he would leave, and you’d be stuck here by yourself. “But I don’t want you to go,” you whined, the words coming out more choked than you’d like.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes. “Well, I have a family. I want to find them. They’re the key to reclaiming my position as prince. You remember, you have to. All those things I told you. And the gift, remember it?”

You nodded, letting go of him and shoving your hand in your pocket and bringing out the book he gave you. It was an odd show of affection, but it had been your fourteenth birthday and Jinyoung had found you crying in the closet because the other kids had pulled your hair and called you names. It was filled with drawings and notes upon drawings and notes of these bodies Jinyoung called robots. It was a little weird but you still loved it.

“Well, it’s important. And you gotta keep it safe.” Jinyoung assured you, and you nodded again. “Look, I’m being serious.” He had such a look of determination on his face for an eighteen-year-old, you suddenly felt small in comparison.

You sighed heavily. There would be no stopping him. Jinyoung took your silence as assent and he turned around to leave. “Wait, Jinyoung,” you said again, and Jinyoung turned back. “You know, I like you a lot.”

Jinyoung smiled slightly, a rare occurrence. “I know.” His hand lifted and planted itself on the top of your hair. “Thanks for listening to me.” He leaned in and your breath hitched as his full lips planted itself on your cheek.

You couldn’t move, not even when Jinyoung pulled back and offered you a wide grin before heading back down the hill. You stayed up on the hill ‘til evening when the mistress of the orphanage called for you, and when you headed to bed without even having dinner, the other kids laughed at you. But you didn’t care.

He kissed you. Even if it was just on the cheek, and you’re probably never going to see him again, he kissed you. He likes you back. Maybe he’ll come back and marry you when the time comes. You clutched the little book close as you fell asleep. Jinyoung will return, you could feel it. You knew it.

And he did return, just not in the way you expected.

You had just turned twenty-one and from in the closet of where you hid, you could hear shouts and cries. This was not how you had wanted your birthday to go. When the morning of had come you were waiting anxiously in the early morning at the gates of the orphanage as you had done for the past two years on your birthday, hoping Jinyoung would come.

But strange men in suits had come instead, telling you to go fetch the mistress, and you had gone to her. You had thought maybe they had come to get one of the boys, so you waited inside for them to leave so that you could come to the gates again. They talked with the mistress and it seemed they had reached a conclusion, so you thought they might leave. But they didn’t leave.

They pulled out a gun and shot the mistress right in the face.

The kids watching at the door and outside screamed, but you couldn’t go out and save them. You didn’t have time before more men swarmed the courtyard, grabbing the kids and shoving them down before pulling out their guns. You couldn’t look.

The kids inside were still here and you needed to help them. The mistress would be angry if you didn’t.

You shoved the children inside closets, under cupboards, in wardrobes, anywhere they would fit. Only then when they were all hidden and you could see the big oak door entrance start to shake violently did you run.

You found yourself in the boy’s side of the orphanage, in Jinyoung’s old room. What a sick irony. But you had no time to wait, the clamor was getting closer. You shoved your way inside his wardrobe, thick shirts from the kids who replaced him over and over getting in your way. But it was dark and it felt safer than under the bed.

It wasn’t safe enough, though. The closet door opened and you were yanked out so hard you thought your bone might pop out of your shoulder. The men had found you.

“We found another one!” One of the three men in the room poked his head out the door and called to someone. “It might be the one you’re looking for, sir! She looks like it!”

You struggled, but it’s no use. The men are too strong and one of them backhanded you, the gun he held slamming into your jaw. You cried out from the sharp pain, but they just hit you again. “Shut up,” the man gripping you hissed, “you’re only making this harder on yourself, little girl.”

You clenched your eyes shut, waiting, waiting for pain or death, when footsteps entered the room and a familiar voice was heard. “(Y/N).”

Your eyes flitted open. “Jinyoung?” you ask in a hoarse, broken voice. “What– what are you doing here?”

Jinyoung, now twenty-one, smiles at you but there is nothing positive in his eyes. Just cold, hard, greed. “(Y/N),” he repeats, “you’ve grown up well. Happy birthday.”

Your eyes welled up, unsure whether to be happy he remembered or disgusted he did this. This was not the determined eighteen-year-old boy you knew all those years ago. “Jinyoung?” you repeated again, voice cracking. Jinyoung smiled a little wider, taking a step closer. “Why are you here?”

“(Y/N),” he tsked, “don’t be so sad. This orphanage never did anyone any good. They keep you here to be married off, and when they don’t get you married off, they keep you for free labor. Tell me, how long have you been here? Six years? More? So why haven’t you left? You had all the chances you could.”

You didn’t even know how to respond, only weakly saying his name once more. Jinyoung rolled his eyes and sneered. “Stop calling me like a child who just learnt their parents’ names. Look, I’ll just cut to the chase. Give me the notebook.”

You blinked up at him. “Notebook?” Jinyoung hissed through his teeth, stepping closer and grabbing your jaw with his hand. He wrenches your chin up and you can feel your neck strain as you’re forced to meet his eyes.

“The damn notebook, (Y/N). God, you’re so fucking stupid. The notebook. I entrusted. To you.” Your eyes shook looking up at Jinyoung. He was unhinged, so, so angry, and you hated him.

“It’s in my room,” you croaked out, and Jinyoung slipped into an easygoing smile with a bat of an eye.

“Good girl,” he crooned, and you felt sick. “Now, take us to it and I’ll let you go.”

You stood shakily, legs weak. How did this happen? You wanted to cry but you were so damn scared. When you stepped out in the hallway, you almost collapsed again. Bodies of the employees and the children here littered the hallway and it was only the grip of one of the men that kept you upright.

Jinyoung tsked again, hand moving to your shoulder where he dug his fingers in uncomfortably. “Stand up straight, (Y/N). Hasn’t the orphanage taught you anything? I could just kill you right now and find the notebook myself.”

You couldn’t respond, eyes trained on the wall in front of you. You could not look down. You must not. If you looked, you fear you would kill yourself. You lead them silently through the hallways until you stop at your room next to the headmistress’s. You unlocked the door with shaking hands, and you could feel your heart cry at the sight before you.

The children who were hiding under your bed were strewn across the floor, blank, dead eyes looking up at the ceiling. You could barely move, and Jinyoung sighed at your almost-catatonic state. “Go on, (Y/N),” he said with barely concealed impatience. “Go get me the notebook.”

It’s only when the other man shoved you did you stumble toward your pillow, feet heavy and tripping over the bodies strewn across the floor. The notebook– it was inside your pillowcase and you drew it out quietly.

When you turned around with the small, worn notebook in your hands, Jinyoung’s eyes lit up. He leaned forward and basically grabbed it, flipping through it fervently with a sick, twisted smile on his face. “Finally,” he breathed, “finally.”

He stood there for an almost uncomfortably long amount of time, flipping through before landing and staring at a page. With a sinking feeling in your gut, you knew which part it was. After a few minutes, Jinyoung finally turned to the men standing right at the door. “Leave us,” he commanded, and despite their obvious uncomfortableness with the command, they left you two in the room alone.

Jinyoung stared at you for a moment before thrusting the notebook at you, opening to the page you had dreaded. “Read,” he commanded again.

“Why?” you asked, but Jinyoung shook his head and you cleared your throat slightly before reading aloud what you had written. The journal entries you added once a year on your birthday until today. “Entry one. Jinyoung is gone, am I happy about it? No, but maybe he’ll come back.” The words were choked, and Jinyoung tsked again.

“Clearer.” You coughed lightly, eyes quavering with unshed tears.

“I want him to return and marry me. I want to smile at his side. I miss Jinyoung. It’s only been a few hours but I want to hear his stories again. He’s a sky prince. Will he return? I must believe he shall, for if he won’t I know that butcher from the village will ask me to be his. I don’t like him that much, he gets mad when I’m dreaming about things that are out of my reach”—the first tear slipped down your face and you quickly scrubbed it away with your palm—“but I’m sure Jinyoung will return.

“He has to,” you continued with your resolve weakening and more tears falling down your face, “because I love him. In all those children’s books, they say love trumps all. I want Jinyoung to come and yell at the kids teasing me like he used to. I just want him back.”

Jinyoung sighed, hands coming out and cupping your face in his big hands. You flinched but Jinyoung paid no mind, thumbs gently brushing the tears away. How could he? How could he come here and kill all the people you cared for and then just treat you so softly? “Continue,” he ordered once more, but his voice was a lot quieter.

“Entry two. Jinyoung isn’t back, but I’ll wait until next year. I’ll be old enough to marry then, and he’ll come and take me away. The butcher is getting impatient. He keeps coming to talk to the headmistress about me, and I’m never allowed to listen in. Where is Jinyoung? Even though he was a little mean to me, he still made sure I was all right. After all, I was the only one who listened to him. Why can’t he come to visit?

“Entry three.” Jinyoung’s hands were still on your face and you refused to lift your eyes from the book. You don’t think you could look at him after what he had done. “The butcher asked me to marry him. I said no and he hit me.” You could feel Jinyoung tense, fingers pressing into the hollows of your cheeks slightly. “The headmistress was angry with him, but he still waits at the gates sometimes to look for me. I try not to go out anymore. Where’s Jiny-”

“Stop,” Jinyoung hissed, hands dropping from your face and grabbing the book back. “Don’t read it anymore. Instead, tell me.” His voice shakes almost imperceptibly as if he’s trying not to become the eighteen-year-old he once was. “Why did you write in it?”

Your lips tightened, you still refused to lift your head to look at Jinyoung. “I missed you. I was young, lonely, and I loved you.” Jinyoung’s hand grabbed your jaw again, forcing you to meet his eyes. They still didn’t show any affection for you, but you’re rather glad about that. If he looked at you with love you might have forgiven him.

“Do you still?” The question made your lips quirk up. How could he ask you this now? Your eyes shifted to the side; you could hardly stand to look at his cold eyes.

“Maybe under different circumstances, I would.” The answer was enough for Jinyoung and he dropped his hand once more. He turns away, but you can’t help but ask him one more question. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

Jinyoung looked back at you, something akin to pity flashing across his stony face, and he stepped closer again, leaning closer. You flinch back but his hands dart out again, holding you still as he presses his lips to yours. Unlike the first kiss you had received from him, your heart didn’t beat in excitement, only in fear and disgust. There was no feeling as if Jinyoung was only trying to see if he would feel any different.

He lets you go after a moment, pulling back with an unreadable expression on his face. “Maybe if I stayed here, I would’ve married you. But I had left and I only knew you as the girl for whom I owed a favor. I suppose it was some sort of wishful thinking. Never will happen again, probably.” Your heart dropped.

If he stayed, this never would’ve happened. He would have been yours. But he’s unrecognizable now. Greedy, evil, you hate him. Jinyoung laughed at the expression on your face. “Don’t look like that, (Y/N). Be glad I kept you alive. And don’t worry about the butcher anymore.”

You didn’t move, almost in a sort of parody from when he first told you he was leaving. You didn’t move until long after he left the room and the sun was rising to its position in the middle of the sky. Only then did you have the courage to move. The bodies were still strewn across the grounds and you couldn’t help but cry for each and every one of them.

Fifteen kids, you remembered the count. Fifteen kids and all of them dead. Fifteen children and their mistress, the workers, all dead. Only you were alive and you didn’t want it. The village was just as quiet, when you had left the gates of the orphanage no one came out.

But when you approached the center, one lone woman came out, eyes burning with hatred and tears. It was the butcher’s sister. “You killed him,” she cried shakily, a finger pointing at you accusingly. “You sent that man to kill him.”

You can barely hear her, your own heartbeat thrumming in your ears. But the words struck you. “He– Jinyoung? He killed–” She nodded angrily once more.

“He came, saying he was doing a favor for you, and shot him point blank. You told him to,” she screeched, and you flinched. She took an angry step towards you, and you took one back.

“I didn’t– No, of course I–” you pleaded, “I didn��t know– He didn’t tell me, I told him nothing.” The sister shrieks, in fury or anguish, you don’t know, and lunges at you. She doesn’t get far when someone else runs out and holds her back. You recognize him too, the son of the village elder. His name escaped you at the moment, and it would only be years later, when you tell the story to your grandchildren, that his name was Jackson.

He sighed, shaking his head at you. “I don’t think you caused this,” he started to say slowly, “but I don’t think the village will believe you. I cannot save you from their wrath. You need to leave now. I can give you time until sundown, but leave.” His face tightened at your expression; you didn’t know what face you’re making.

You didn’t even have time to register when he pulled the sister back inside and left you standing out there in the open. Only then did you realize that while the town yard was empty, eyes were staring at you through the windows and the doors. He was right, they blamed you. Who else, when all the others in the orphanage were dead? Maybe Jinyoung thought he was doing you a favor in some twisted way, but his life wasn’t the one upended, it was yours.

You ran all the way back home in a fit of panic, pulling out the lone suitcase you had and shoving everything you can into it. Maybe if you had paused for a moment, you would have changed your mind because you certainly wanted to die after seeing what you saw. But this wasn’t the way you wanted to go. Maybe you didn’t deserve it, but you wanted to live.

Walking out of the town after spending almost all of your life in it was strange. You didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, you were happy you were gone from this hellhole, but on the other, you hated yourself for causing the death of someone. Why would Jinyoung do this? That was the lone question on your mind. Did he cause all this just for the damn notebook?

Your heart ran cold thinking about Jinyoung. What happened to him? Sure, when he still lived at the orphanage was cold-hearted and often just flat-out mean, but he still had some sense of morality. But not he just went on a rampage, killing every child in the orphanage because of what reason? It couldn’t have been spite.

What changed him? You shivered, remembering his cold eyes as they looked at you like you were just another person in his way. And maybe you were. But then, why would he kill the butcher? A favor? In return for keeping care of his notebook?

You shivered again, not up and down your spine, but from the cold. It was November, not quite winter yet but it certainly felt like it. The orphanage was always warm in the winter so you hadn’t the need for coats, but now you regretted it. With only a worn shawl around your shoulders, you were uncomfortable in the bitter wind.

If you died from the cold now, you wouldn’t be opposed. You had been walking for hours; night had settled over the trees and the temperature dropped by the minute. Death seemed like a good option, and maybe it would give you peace of mind about Jinyoung.

You may not be given peace of mind, but your brain did stop thinking about Jinyoung when your ankle rolled and you started falling down the steep hill you had been so carefully walking along the edge of. Sharp rocks bruised and scraped your body as you tumbled down what seems to be everlasting.

Only when you slammed into the side of what seems to be a stone wall did you come to a halt. You could hardly move, aching all over and your eyes fluttered shut. Everything hurt and you just wanted to die. You could hear a lantern jangle but you didn’t even have the energy to call out for who it was. You only feebly curled into yourself and let the pain overcome you and turn everything muddy, and then to black.

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When the Whole World Stops

Chapter 2: Jackson's Move and Fallon's Mood

Summary:

Fallon, fighting a hangover, finds herself awake early and standing in line at a cafe.

Jackson finds himself at the same cafe and realizes that Fallon is the one he can't get out of his head.

Fallon slowly regained her consciousness very early the next morning.

Groaning against the throbbing pain in her head, a sure sign that she was going to have at least a small hangover today. She tried to open her sleep-swollen eyes, blinking rapidly in the morning sunlight that was streaming in between the hotel room curtains. Closing her eyes once again Fallon scooted down into the pile of blankets, relishing in how fluffy and comfortable the bed was.

This was not Fallon and Alicia’s first time going to a concert in Chicago, the last time Alicia had drug Fallon to a Monsta X concert, which if Fallon was honest with herself, was absolutely amazing! (Not to mention that the member, Kihyun, was…well.. absolutely stunning.)

The last time they stayed in Chicago they had stayed at this same hotel and while it was great, there had been a mix-up in the room and instead of a room with two beds, they were booked into a single room with a double bed. This time, however, they were able to successfully secure a room with two queen beds and Fallon felt like she had died and gone to heaven, not sure of when the last time was that she had slept this well. Although, the drinks they had before bed probably helped the sleeping if Fallon wanted to be truthful about it.

Fallon squeezed her eyes tight, trying her hardest to get a few more hours of sleep, judging by the position of the sun, it still looked really early. After about ten minutes Fallon looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was a little after 6 in the morning. Fallon huffed and threw the covers back, the need to pee overcoming the sleepiness and driving it away from her.

Fallon climbed out of bed, stretched her arms high above her head, feeling her back pop as she leaned side to side.

Walking to the bathroom, she glanced over at her best friend who was still out cold in her own bed, hair everywhere and drool pooling on the pillow. Alicia was a lightweight when it came to drinking and as much as they drank last night, Fallon wouldn’t be surprised if Alicia slept the entire day.

Fallon finished using the bathroom and went to the sink to wash her hands, grimacing at the face that was looking back at her. Fallon had miraculously remembered to take her makeup off before bed but because of the alcohol, her face was puffy and swollen and a little splotchy. Fallon decided that since she was wide awake, she would go ahead and shower before Alicia woke up.

Feeling the hot water pound against her skull and back, Fallon moaned in appreciation, she really wished that she could get the water to hit this hard at her apartment. Fallon stayed in the shower much longer than she should have and only decided to get out because she could hear her sister’s ringtone coming from her phone.

Fallon slowly clambered out of the shower, quickly dried off, wrapping her towel around her body and one around her hair. Fallon quickly walked to where her phone was plugged in on the nightstand, passing Alicia’s snoring form still stretched out in the exact same position. Fallon checked her phone and realized that she had three missed called from her sister, Hannah. Fallon sat down on her bed and dialed her sister’s number while she started rubbing her lotion onto her dry skin.

“Hey sis!” Hannah answered quickly, “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Hungover but good.” Fallon chuckled.

“Okay, I was just wanting to check on you after your four minute long rambling voice message that you sent last night.”

Fallon paused completely with what she was doing,

“Four….minute…message??” Hannah laughed over the phone,

“OOOHHHHH YEAH. It was a little over four minutes. You sounded wasted, girl!”

Fallon cackled, “Oh god, I’m going to have to listen to that later. Please tell me I didn’t say anything extremely embarrassing.”

She could hear a sound that sounded like Hannah tapping something against her chin. “Not too embarrassing.. although you talked a lot about some guys ass.”

“What!” Fallon shot up, sitting up straight and looking horrified. “Whose ass???”

“How am I supposed to know?” Hannah asked incredulously. “All you kept saying was some guy high up at the concert had an amazing ass, and then I could hear you and Alicia both cracking up.”

Suddenly realization hit Fallon as she remembered the man she saw walking to the VIP section.

“I remember now, girl yes, he had an amazing ass.”

“Ohhhhhh. Did you get a number?” Hannah asked teasingly.

Fallon rolled her eyes, “You and I both know that I’m not brave enough to ask some random person for their number.”

“Chicken.” Hanna said, causing Fallon to roll her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It can’t be helped though!”

“So do you have time to tell me about the concert?” Hannah asked. Fallon looked over at her best friend who had rolled into a ball, still snoring.

“Alicia is knocked out, so I definitely have time.”

~*~

By the time Fallon hung up with her sister it was already a little past 8AM and Fallon’s stomach was growling like crazy.

She walked over and flopped down onto the bed beside Alicia, grabbed one of the pillows and started beaming her best friend in the side.

“Wake up, heifer!” I’m so hungry that I could dieeeeee.” Fallon complained.

Alicia grimaced and tried to roll away a little, “Then eat something,” she mumbled against the blanket.

“Bruh, we said we wanted to go check out that morning café that everyone is bragging about. We were going to go TOGETHER. Now come on!” Fallon said and started hitting her best friend again.

Alicia swung her arm back, trying to hit Fallon but Fallon ducked out of the way, laughing.

“Go get food and bring me it.” Alicia mumbled again. Fallon rolled her eyes and sat up on the bed.

“Really? Is that really what you want me to do?” Alicia nodded and clutched a pillow to her chest, nuzzling into it.

“Mhm. The café breakfast things. Mhm.”

Fallon sighed and climbed off of the bed, “Fine, BUT you have to be awake and ready when I get back, we have things to do today!”

Alicia just waved her off pulled the blankets up over her head.

Fallon’s head was still killing her so she took a few ibuprofen and then proceeded to get dressed for the day. Still feeling the effects of the hangover, she opted for her largest black baggy hoodie, black leggings and black combat boots.

She sent for an Uber from her phone and made her way down to the lobby. Stepping out of the hotel, she breathed in the early morning air and shivered from the slight chill, shoving her hands inside of her pockets for warmth.

The drive to the café, Morning Sun Bakery, took less than ten minutes but as they pulled up Fallon could see that the line not only came out of the door, but it also went around the building. Fallon groaned at her rotten luck but got out anyway, thanking her driver and leaving him a generous tip on the app.

Fallon walked until she found the end of the line, right behind a small family of four who had a four year old and a toddler. Fallon noticed the little girl peeking behind her Mother’s leg at her and Fallon smiled and waved, the little girl shyly waved back. The little girl kept taking peeks at Fallon and soon the toddler was bouncing in his dad’s arms, babbling away to Fallon as well, pointing from one thing to the next.

The mom smiled thankfully at Fallon, “Thank you for being so nice to Gracie and Thomas, I’m sorry if they are bothering you.”

Fallon shook her head, smiling at the Mother. “Oh no, it’s no problem at all. Your kids are so cute!”

“It’s because they take after me,” the dad cackled at his own joke.

The mom rolled her eyes playfully, “Ignore him, he hasn’t eaten yet and his delusions are kicking in.” Fallon laughed so hard as the couple began playfully arguing back and forth.

The line slowly, very slowly, moved forward.

Fallon and the couple, whose names she learned where Catherine and Chance, talked the whole time they stood in line. Fallon had learned that the small family was in Chicago because Catherine’s father had passed away rom cancer.

“I’m so sorry to hear that..” Fallon said sincerely and sadly.

Fallon had worked as a Hospice aid for four years so she knew, first hand, the struggle that families went through when having a family ember on Hospice.

Catherine nodded and looked down at Thomas in her husband’s arms, smiling sadly, “Thank you, I really do appreciate that. I’m just glad we were able to be here before he passed. We didn’t know if we could come at first, money has been tight since Covid hit and Chance lost his job but.. we were able to scrambled the money together. We decided to come to the café today before driving home, as a little pick-me up gift to ourselves.”

Fallon nodded thoughtfully and playfully tugged on Gracie’s little pigtail, who had attached herself to Fallon’s leg.

“This breakfast here is supposed to be amazing, so I hope it’s a wonderful gift to yourself,” she said smiling.

Chance shuffled a whiney Thomas to his other hip, “I just hope that the line moved quickly, the kids are starting to get hungry and whiney.”

Catherine laughed and kissed her husbands cheek, “Not to mention you are as well.”

~*~

“48…..49…..50.”

Jackson pushed himself to his knees, cutting his pushups short, he just wasn’t feeling it. Jackson stood up and started stretching out his tired muscles, trying to get his tired body feeling awake.

Jackson couldn’t get the woman that he saw at the concert out of his mind. He had even had a dream about her. In his dream he was running through a huge house that was full of random hallways and twists and turns. Every time he would come around a corner, he would see her but when he would chase her, she would suddenly appear behind him, kiss his neck and then disappear again. Jackson woke from the dream sweating, breathing hard and extremely hard.

He had flopped back against the bed and stared up at the ceiling, gripping himself firmly. Jackson brought himself off in one of the best orgasms he had in a while. Jackson laid in the bed and stared up at the ceiling, “What the hell…” When was the last time he had gotten like this over someone? Let alone someone he had not even come close to meeting.

Jackson had pulled himself from the bed after that, threw on some workout clothes and hit the gym, planning to work her right out of his head. However, this plan didn’t work. Jackson just found himself thinking about her the entire time he was running on the treadmill.

“Mr. Wang..”

Jackson was startled out of his thoughts and turned to find his assistant, Daria, standing behind him.

“Oh, sorry, I was lost in my thoughts. Good Morning.” He said and bowed his head slightly to her.

Daria handed him a towel to wipe his sweat off on. “I cleared your schedule for the day, like you asked, so for the moment, there is nothing that you need to do today aside from your dinner with Mark this evening.”

Jackson nodded his thanks, taking the towel and rubbing his face with it. “Thank you. Have you eaten yet?” Darla found herself blushing and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“No I haven’t, not yet..” Jackson nodded.

“Mark was telling me about this café that supposed to be the talk of the town, Morning Sun Bakery, I think. Would you like to go there? I feel like I could use a coffee and something that’s not part of my diet.”

An hour later found Jackson’s driver pulling up to the sidewalk of the bakery, the line extending out of the shop and around the corner.

"Wow, it really must be popular,” Jackson said, starting to open the door with his manager started calling his phone.

Daria took her purse and opened the door, “Go ahead and take the phone call Mr. Wand. I ordered ahead for us so I will just pop in and grab our things.” Jackson smiled appreciatively.

“You’re the best Dar.” He used his pet name for her.

Daria smiled and climbed out of the car.

~*~

Fallon's stomach was growling constantly and she could feel her hanger start to set it.

Thomas had started crying from being hungry and Gracie had started whining non-stop. Their poor parents where trying their best to console them as they moved closer and closer to the counter. Fallon bent down and tugged and Gracie’s pigtail again.

“Look kiddo,” Fallon said to the little girl, “You’re mom and dad are next in line ad then you get to eat allllllllll the food your little tummy can handle! Sounds good right?"

Gracie nodded her head enthusiastically and Catherine mouthed a "thank you”, passing Thomas back to his Dad.

Chance had just stepped up to the counter when a woman with dark hair rudely pushed him to the side.

“What the-‘ he started, Catherine gasping.

Catherine leaned towards the woman, “I’m sorry miss, but it’s our turn in line.”

The woman turned and rolled her eyes at the parents and Fallon immediately felt her anger start to rise.

The woman immediately started telling the worker her order and the worker tried to sooth the situation.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we have a line of people waiting to order, you’re going to have to get in the back of line.” The worker turned to Chance and Catherine. “I am so sorry about this, please, continue with your order.”

The woman cut in front of Chance again, “I don’t care about a line, I’m here and I’m going to order. Now, what I need is..”

The woman wasn’t able to finish saying her order because Fallon had stepped forward, grabbed the woman’s bag and pulled her to the side.

“Look, I understand that you are unable to grasp the basic concept of human decency, but this family had been waiting in line for a long time and their kids are starving. So YOU need to go to the back of the line where you belong. Do us all a favor and so better.”

The woman snatched bag out of Fallon’s grasp and glared at her. “Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me that way?”

Fallon shrugged, I’m just someone who is trying to be a decent human.

The woman rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, “Bitch please. You’re just wanting to show more food down your fat face. And anyways, if you knew who I was getting this food for then you might not be such a little whiney bitch.”

People in the line had started to gawk at the two of the women in the front arguing with each other. Fallon let the insults roll right off of her shoulders.

“I don’t give a fuck who you’re getting that food for, it could be the damn pope himself and I still wouldn’t care. The fact of the matter is simply: This kids are hungry, they were there before you and they WILL order before you. You can’t stop them.”

The women stood toe-to-toe, glaring at each other.

“Uh… what’s going on here? Daria? I thought you had ordered ahead?” The woman’s face paled and looked at the person behind Fallon’s shoulder.

“For your information, this café does NOT do call in orders.” Fallon said angrily, whipped herself around to come face-to-face with non other than Jackson Wang.

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Jackson was frozen in place.

The woman he could not get out of his head was standing in front of him, in the flesh. Not only standing in front of him but talking to him. Well.. more like yelling at him.

Jackson shook his head to snap himself back to reality and focused on the angry woman in front of him.

“I’m so sorry,” he said to her quickly, hoping to ease her anger. “I’m not sure what happened between my assistant and you but I’m sure we can work this out.”

Fallon snorted derisively. “What happened was that your snotty little assistant tried to cut in line in front of this family whose kids have been waiting to eat breakfast for close to an hour now. And when we tried to explain that she needed to get in line, she tried to bully her way into through. So THAT’S what happened.”

Jackson turned a surprised look to Daria who blushed and looked down at her feet.

“I’m sorry Mr. Wang, I was just trying to make sure that you got what you needed since you haven’t been feeling too well today.

‘Oh, please, what a load of shit,’ Fallon thought to herself.

Jackson rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “We will have to talk about this later Daria.”

He turned to Fallon, noticing how absolutely beautiful she was up close.

“I’m so sorry about this….” Fallon sighed,

“Fallon”

‘Even her name is amazing’ Jackson thought to himself.

“Fallon.. I am deeply sorry," Jackson bowed, “Please allow me to buy your breakfast to make up for it.”

“No,” Fallon answered without a second thought.

“No?” Jackson asked in surprise, his heart sinking at her refusal.

Fallon shook her head, “No. If you want to make up for it, then buy this family’s breakfast.”

Catherine shook her head and stepped forward, “You really don’t have to do that,” Catherine said politely.

Fallon waved Catherine away. “It’s okay Cathy, this is Jackson Wang, he can definitely afford to buy your breakfast, trust me..”

Jackson stepped forward and held out his card for the employee.

"To apologize for what happened and for causing so much trouble, please put the orders of everyone who is in line in the building on my card.”

The employee's mouth dropped open and a cheer rang throughout the café.

Jackson smiled at everyone and turned to smile at Fallon who only looked away and crossed her arms over her chest. Jackson felt his heart constrict a little bit.

‘This can’t happen,’ he thought to himself. ‘I found her again and now this happened…. I can’t let it end like this.’

He cleared his through and Fallon purposely ignored him.

He shuffled his way into her line of vision and she turned her head to look in a different direction.

“You’re really stubborn aren’t you?” he asked out loud, not actually intending to let the words come out of his mouth.

Fallon slowly turned her head to him and looked him up and down,

“It’s not that I’m stubborn, I’m just hangry and I’m fighting a killer hangover.”

Jackson nodded and stepped closer to her. “Maybe I could help with that.”

Fallon raised an eyebrow. “In what way?”

Jackson smirked flirtatiously and leaned in, “Have dinner with me tonight.”

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fanfic-wonderland · 2 years

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Hey loved your got7 jinyoung scenario and wonder if you can do one about meeting Jackson in Hongdae playground by almost sitting on him and him asking that person out cause of how witty and compatible they are to him😂 thank you in advance

This is so cute, thank you for the request!! I don't know if It's precisely what you wanted but hopefully I did your idea justice!

Summary: (Y/N) goes down the slide of the playground and lands on something - or someone, to be exact.

Word count: 1.4k words

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You were just taking a late-night walk and indulging in Hongdae’s distinctive setting because, frankly, there was really nothing else to do. During the way, you happened to pass by the seemingly empty playground and decided that spending time there would be a nice way to conclude your little adventure. It used to be your favorite spot when you were a kid; all you wanted to do was relive some of the happiest memories of your life for a little bit. It never crossed your mind that by throwing yourself through one of the slides you would land on top of someone else.

“Hey, um, not to sound weird but-” an unfamiliar voice says from the ground. “I believe you’re sitting on me.”

You freeze on the spot, too afraid to look down after you come to the realization that you didn’t land on the hard stone floor as expected, but instead you landed on flannel fabric.

“Oh my God!” you shriek, messily trying to stand up from the person’s back. You probably look like a fish out of the water while doing so. “I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t know there was someone here!”

You finally manage to stand up straight, hands covering your mouth in embarrassment while the person stands up as well, dusting himself off and removing his headphones. It’s a guy you’ve never seen around before, looking about your age. He may be a bit older but there is something about his essence that makes him look more juvenile than he probably is, and you mean that in a good way. “It’s cool, really,” he says with a genuine smile. You can’t help but notice that he has a really cute smile. In fact, he is entirely good-looking. “Are you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that, you’re the one who was carrying all my weight on your back,” you tell him, still sounding a bit panicked. “Literally.”

He chuckles. “I’m more than great,” he slowly spins around just to show you that he’s unharmed. “It honestly felt like carrying a pillow.”

You snort. “Yeah, right. You’re telling me that when I just ate two bowls of tteokbokki.”

Both of you laugh lightly, the other sounds surrounding you being the soft night breeze and the few passing cars. “I’m Jackson.”

You gladly shake it. It’s soft and cold, and you instantly feel weird thinking about the hand of someone you met just a few moments ago – someone who you almost crushed, might you add. “(Y/N), nice to meet you. Are you from around here?”

“I actually just moved in a month ago. It was nice outside so I thought I’d just stop by here and hang around for a bit.” Jackson answers.

You nod then raise an eyebrow. “And may I ask why you thought it was a good idea to sit down right in front of the slide?”

He laughs at your expression and shakes his head. “Well, I really didn’t think that someone was going to land on me out of nowhere. Maybe you could’ve analyzed your surroundings a bit better.”

“It’s really dark, I could barely see a thing!” is your justification.

“Mhm, right.” He nods his head in a sassy way, folding his arms across his chest as if he’s playfully scolding you.

You roll your eyes dramatically, waving your hand dismissively. So far, you’re liking the little interactions between you and this guy who you’ve never met before, but you feel like he is already drawing you in just by the small bit that you have seen of his personality.

“I guess I’m going to have to make it up to you somehow, aren’t I?” you stare at your nails with the other hand placed on your hip.

Jackson catches on to your act without an effort and he lets out an exaggerated sigh, adding another grain of his humor. “It’s the least you could do.”

“Well, mister Jackson, you’re in luck,” you clasp your hands together with a big smile. You cannot believe that you’re about to say this but- “because it just so happens that there’s a really good ice cream place nearby.”

He pretends to think about it. “I could go for some ice cream.”

And so you both just walk together until you find it. You can practically hear your mom’s voice echoing in your head telling you not to trust strangers, but you can just tell that Jackson is genuine and that he will not even dare to hurt you. Besides, on the way there, you feel like you’ve talked for ages, so much that you feel like you know almost everything you need to. You find out that he’s Chinese and that basically all of his family still lives in Hong Kong; he says that It’s what he misses the most. He moved here with his best friend and roommate Mark because they’re trainees, which took you by surprise when he revealed it. After a while, you figured that It’s not so surprising after all because of the way that he talks about dancing and making music. His eyes would shine and his smile would grow ten times larger when he told you all about it. You’d listen with great interest; you have never met a trainee before so it was like you were living out the experience with him.

Now you’re both back at the playground sitting on a bench and eating your ice cream peacefully. The point of this whole thing was so that you could make it up to him but, once you were in front of the cashier, Jackson insisted that he was going to pay. You tried to object but he handed the money to the woman regardless.

You tell him about yourself as well but after listening to his stories, you feel like your life is pretty uninteresting compared to his. “I don’t have any special talents, either,” You tell him with a shrug before licking your strawberry ice cream. “so there’s not really much to say.”

“Well I, for one, think that you are a very interesting person,” Jackson says.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes. “I’m not the one training under one of the biggest entertainment companies.”

“I’m serious!” he insists. “I’m having a lot of fun listening to you, cross my heart.”

You grin at him. “Well, I’m glad.”

A comfortable silence falls upon the two of you as you resume eating your ice cream. It’s crazy to think that like two hours ago you didn’t even consider the possibility of you meeting such a kind and funny person like Jackson, someone who makes it so easy to talk to despite knowing him for such a short time. Unfortunately, though, all good things come to an end no matter how much you want them to last.

“Well, this was really nice and all, but-” you stand up with a groan once you finish up your ice cream. “I should really get going.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jackson copies your actions, stretching his arms in addition. “It’s getting pretty late.”

You both turn to face each other. “Although not in the most ideal way, it was really nice to meet you.”

He laughs wholeheartedly. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way, to be honest.”

“I guess that me neither,” you agree. “Goodnight, Jackson.”

“Goodnight,” he says. When you turn on your heel, he impulsively speaks up again “Wait, (Y/N)!”

You turn back to him a bit too quickly as if you were waiting for him to stop you from leaving. “Yes?”

“Is it possible that we could see each other again?” he suddenly gets so nervous that he almost stammers his words. “You know, somewhere other than the playground in which you fell on me?”

You beam at him. “Sure! I could fall on you in many other places.” Your happy smile shifts into an awkward one. “Weird joke, sorry.”

“Oh my God,” Jackson shakes his head. “You know what, never mind-”

You know he’s joking, so you take the opportunity to grab his arm and take out a pen that you just so happened to have inside your jacket pocket. You write down your number on his skin, biting your lip to hide your smirk. “There,” you say once you’re finished and looking satisfied with your work. “And It’s permanent ink so now you have no choice but to call me.”

Jackson seems taken aback by your actions and you leave him before he can say anything else. He stares down at the numbers and chuckles to himself. He’d be crazy to waste this opportunity and not call you.

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wip intro: these i can promise (got7 au fanfic)

title: these i can promise one sentence summary: a mildly fluffy kidfic with Jaebeom as a saturnine detective, GOT6 as his bratty siblings and BTS being cool af in leather jackets blurb: Lim Jaebeom has made a good life for himself as a detective. He has a great team, a comfortable flat with two cats and nothing much to remember the dark life he left behind ten years ago by. But then, on a snowy day in December, he receives a call. Thrown into the guardianship of a ragtag collection of little brothers, he gets the chance to fight for a future that he had long ago given up on. A future where he is no longer the one who got away, but the one who kept his promises.

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status & last updated: finishing first draft, 21 July 2022 scenes, snippets & outtakes: coming soon! playlist: coming soon!

characters:

//our hero// lim jaebeom (26) police detective, loves cats and glaring at people, a loner but fiercely loyal to his team/family, lots of trust issues

//the gang of little brothers//

park jinyoung (15) - eldest, fiercely protective of the younger boys, takes too much responsibility tuan yi en "mark" (14) - quiet and sweet but most likely to fight if the boys get in trouble/danger, twins with Jackson, harbours a dark secret tuan jia er "jackson" (14) - outgoing and a little reckless, helps jinyoung a lot, twins with Mark, struggles with school choi youngjae (11) - gets sick a lot, seems like an angel but is actually very naughty kunpimook bhuwakul "bambam" (9) - mature for his age, the first to accept Jaebeom, loves clothes and pretty things kim yugyeom (7) - the maknae, Jinyoung is his hero, a little spoiled bc everyone dotes on him and doesn't like telling him "no"

//jaebeom's esteemed coworkers (and their families)//

kim seokjin (38) - the sergeant in charge of Jaebeom's detective unit, impossible to fool, cares a lot about his team min yoongi "suga" (32) - senior detective in Jaebeom's unit and Jaebeom's partner, scary lil dude, tries to be cold but actually cares a lot, says "fuck" all the time jung hoseok (25) - junior detective in Jaebeom's unit, does a lot of youth work and youth outreach, scared of yoongi, partners with Namjoon kim namjoon (25) - maknae of Jaebeom's unit, genius but clumsy af, disowned bc his parents wanted him to become a doctor park jimin (19) - yoongi's orphaned cousin that lives with him, college student that works part-time as a babysitter/tutor, dances really well, very good with kids kim taehyung (14) - seokjin's elder son, super (like super) into skateboarding, has a little too much energy, makes friends easily kim jungkook (7) - seokjin's younger son, shy and struggles a little to make friends, wants to do everything taehyung does //other note-worthy characters// kang sona - jaebeom and his half-brothers' mother hwang munrae - a local loan shark/gang leader

//warnings//

includes spanking and scolding as a form of discipline, although it is not the main focus of the story. child abuse and neglect. discussions of sa and human trafficking (in the past, but it is a major plot point). swearing, threats of violence and violence. murder happens off-screen.

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jadededge · 1 year

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Tear You Apart | GOT7xOC

Pairing: GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)

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"It's just up the block here." Jaebeom said walking with Yugyeom trailing just behind.

On this particular morning, the leader and the youngest were on their way to confront a member of the organization about stealing. They'd probably leave with a finger or two. Make sure he got the message.

A slight breeze blows and Yugyeom stops. Jaebeom turns and looks at him, "what's wrong?"

"Don't you smell that." He sniffs the air. "Fuuck. It smells so good."

Jaebeom raises a brow wondering what the hell YG was talking about but then he smells it too. Jesus. He thought. Funny coming from him but that's how good it smelled. "Yeah I do. Who is that?"

The other mission abandoned, they scan the street for the source. As they look across the way, they spot you walking. It had to be her. They speed to the other side of the road and stalk behind her.

The good thing about being a hybrid is how well you can blend in. Not only were they human in many aspects but they were predators as well. Able to conceal their true selves and built to hunt. She never even noticed them.

They follow her the rest of the afternoon and finally call it a day but not before they get one of their guys to continue following her and report back.

"We've got to try to do this differently. If she gets scared, she'll run." Jaebeom explains to Yugyeom in the car on the way home. "It'll be so much better if she's willing. No compulsion. No holding her captive. None of that."

"Just a little light stalking." Yugyeom quibs with a small laugh but ultimately agrees, "you're right hyung but I want her so bad. What if she says no?" His eyes go dark.

Jaebeom sighs, "then we let her go." His hands tighten on the wheel, knuckles white. Can we do that, Can I do that? He knew that they needed to be better.

Every potential new mate for them ended up broken because it was all just too much. The manipulations, the compulsions, the constant attention. In the end, it broke them all, whether mentally or physically. And they were lonely. Fooling around with someone to satisfy their needs was nothing. Yes, it satiated the hunger, the thirst but only temporarily. They knew they needed to find the one.

As if reading his mind Yugyeom comforts Jaebeom, "but I think this is it. She's just too perfect not to be."

Once home with their brothers, they explain to them what they smelled. What they saw.

"When can we meet her?" Jackson asks excitedly.

"We don't even know her name yet." Jaebeom rolls his eyes. "Think we need to get the basics first."

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proudahgase-exol · 2 years

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𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑

Devil! yugyeom x Human! Reader

Summary: yugyeom haves been in love with a human and he finally haves her and tells her she haves less than a year to fall in love with him…. But does she fall for him?

Thanks to @sweetestofchaos who help me with this fic she was really sweet and helpful also check out her blog she’s an amazing writer I love her🥰😘💚💚.

Also I know this was along I still needed to write some more but it was getting longer so I had to stop it to not make it longer than it already is :)

Enjoy 😊

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I was getting ready for a party that I got invited to and I decided to bring my friend with me. I didn't know the host of the party but all I wanted was to have fun on a Friday night so why not? As I was getting ready, I was thinking of who the host could be. I didn't have a lot of friends; especially any who live in a really luxurious neighbourhood. After I was done getting ready I made my way to the front door where my friend was waiting for me and we made our way to the party. Once we got to the party, I didn’t recognize anybody but everyone was nice and some people even tried to make conversation with my friend and I. I was asking a group of people that we were talking with if they knew who the host of the party was and they said they didn't know. It was a man and he was super wealthy.

After a few hours into the party I was already down to my twelfth drink and I decided to take a break from the drinks and made my way to the dance floor. While I was dancing a few guys tried to dance with me, but I just pushed them away; that is until I saw the hottest man making his way to me.

He was tall with beautiful pinkish lips, he was wearing black skinny jeans with a black leather jacket and his hair was down covering his eyes a little. As he walked my way people tried to stop him, girls trying to get his attention but his eyes were focused on me. As he made his way up to me he looked me up and down while biting his lip.

“Hey there, beautiful. Would you mind dancing with me?” he asked me as he offered me his right hand.

“Sure, why not.” I replied while giving him my left hand.

“How are you liking the party?” He asked me as we danced to the rhythm of the music.

“I like it! The host of this thing sure knows how to throw a fancy party.” I told him as I looked up at him.

“He sure does,” he said with a smile on his face; pulling me closer to him.

“I’m kind of thirsty, let’s take a break.” I told him as I pulled away from him.

“Sure, let’s go.” he said, following me to the kitchen.

Once we got to the kitchen we grabbed some drinks, and we talked. He told me about himself and so did I and one drink turned into multiple ones and I blacked out.

The next day I woke up with a really bad headache. I got up to go to the restroom and I realised I was not in my bedroom. I panicked and looked around. I got up and ran to the bedroom door to find it locked and I started to panic even more. I went back to sit on the bed and I saw some painkillers and water and I took it. After I downed the pills and water, I looked for a way out but I couldn’t find it. I banged on the door but no one answered. Then I saw a note on a table by the bathroom door.

y/n,

You might be wondering where you are, well you’re in my mansion that is in hell but don't be scared you’re safe I made sure of that. But how did you get here? Well after the party was over I took you to my bedroom because you passed out in one of the chairs. Anyways I left you some painkillers and a water bottle. I will go get you in a few hours. I can't wait to see you.

X YG

Why am I in hell? How was it possible? Some many questions were going through my head. I was scared of who would take me here and if I'm in danger. I'm going to die? I was so scared, and I started to cry. I wanted to go home. I wanted to hide from whoever kidnapped me.

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My plan had succeeded. I finally had y/n. After the first time I saw her, I knew I needed her to be mine. I had to find a way to bring her to Hell and so I had to plan a party and make it look like it was all real.

When I saw her walk in with her friend, I needed to get rid of her friend so I sent some of my daemons to take care of her and I went to get my girl.

Once we were in Hell, I placed y/n in my bedroom, left her some painkillers for her headache and I left the room locking it. I didn’t want her to walk out the room and see where she was. I didn't want to scare her more than she will be once she wakes up. I was locking her up because I was going to have the boys over; if she were to see that they were demons things would get crazy and she would be scared to see them, especially if she saw Jaebum.

When the guys got here they didn't know y/n was here so I was good. They stayed here for a little until they had to go back to what they were previously doing but they will be back later or another day to meet y/n ‘when she gets here’.

When the guys left, I got myself busy as I waited for y/n to wake up. When she did, I heard her banging on the door. I gave it some time for her to calm down and I went to the kitchen and made her something to eat.

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I was so scared and confused I didn’t know what to do but to wait and after a while I heard the door unlocking and there, he walked in. The same man from yesterday but now he looks different.

Yesterday he was wearing a black leather jacket with some black skinny jeans and a dark grey shirt and today he is wearing an expensive red suit.

Once he was in the room, he closed the door and looked up at me. Once I made eye contact, I screamed. His eyes were glowing red.

“Here you go, baby girl. I made you a little something to help with your hangover.” He said as he gave me the tray of food. “It’s not poisonous, so it’s okay. You can eat it.” He told me as he sat down next to me and patted my head.

I was scared of him. He locked me up in this room then he walked in and as soon as I saw his face the first thing I noticed were bright red eyes that didn't look anything like how his eyes looked yesterday. He was nothing like the hot guy from yesterday's party. This man looks dangerous. When I turned around to look at him he was looking at the wall with a smile on his face then his eyes switched back to his beautiful brown eyes and back to his red eyes and I turned back to my food to avoid eye contacts and that's when I heard him laugh.

“Why I’m I here?” I said, my whole body shaking.

“Eat first then I’ll explain everything to you.” He replied as he looked down at me with those red eyes.

I ate slowly and kept my eyes on my food. When I was done, I cleared my throat to get his attention.

“Oh, you're done? Here, give me that.” He said taking the tray away from me. “Baby girl…I don’t want to scare you, but the reason I took you here was because I want you to be mine.” He said as he sat down next to me once again.

“You didn’t bring me here of my own will! You kidnapped me…” I said in fear of getting him mad.

“Well true,” He ran a hand through his hair as he spoke. “I kidnapped you but for a good reason and that is to make you mine.” He said proudly.

“What if I don’t want to be yours?” I questioned, risking a glance at him before I looked at the wall.

“I’ll give you some time. If in a year or so I don’t get you to fall in love with me…I’ll get rid of you.” he said getting up off the bed.

A deep fear struck my heart at his words. “You’re killing me if I don’t fall for you?” I whispered with tears running down my cheeks.

“Yeah. You're useless to me if you don’t love me back.” He shrugged while turning his back to me.

“How long have you been planning this?” I asked curiously.

“Since I first saw you when you were sixteen.” He answered while making his way out the door.

“Wait!” I found myself calling after him. “If I’m going to stay here for so long can I at last know your name?” I questioned, feeling myself getting braver now that his red eyes were no longer on me.

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Kim Yugyeom and I’m the devil!” His answer was delivered with a large smile that reached his eyes. I was in shock and he laughed before he waved his fingers at me while closing the door.

“W-what…?” I couldn’t have heard him correctly, right? He kidnapped me, the fucking Devil; he wanted me to live here for year or so. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became as I realised how lonely I would be.

The next day was so boring. I woke up, took a shower and changed into clothes that someone had left for me, and I sat down next to the big window that happened to be locked too. I was getting so bored until I heard someone knocking and walking in.

“Hello ma’am I’m Juliet, the person who’s going to help you get around the Manson and keep you company, while Mr. Kim is not here.” She introduced herself.

“Hello Juliet. Where is Yugyeom?” I asked her curiously.

Juliet’s eyes widened at my question and she sighed, “Mr. Kim left for a meeting with one of his brothers,” she replied as she set up the bed that I had yet to make.

“How many brothers does he have?” I asked her with more curiosity to know more about Yugyeom.

“He has one biological older brother and he has six adopted brothers. Now, follow me.” She answered as she walked out the room.

“Are they all devils too?” I asked once again trying to get more information on the devil, Kim Yugyeom.

“No. His older brother is human like you and his other six brothers are demons.” She explained as we entered the kitchen.

“Why is he the only devil?” I asked

“I can’t tell you that. You’re going to have to ask him that yourself.” She said, giving me a warm smile.

After breakfast Juliet walked me around the mansion, which was huge. It had so many rooms and then I saw Yugyeom with what looked like his brothers. He turned around and walked my way.

He grabbed me but waited and pulled me gently to his brothers.

“Guys this is y/n, y/n these are my brothers.” He said looking proud.

“Um hello…” I said, kind of scared since I heard a lot of bad things about daemons and Yugyeom had yet to prove me wrong; since he kidnapped me.

“Is she the girl you've liked since you were 18?” Asked BamBam sounding surprised.

“Yeah, that’s her. She was 16 at the time I remember her.” Jackson said, looking me up and down.

“You finally went and got her? Does she even like you back?” Jaebum asked, looking between the two of us.

“She just got here. She doesn’t like me and she’s scared of me, but I hope she will like me eventually.” Yugyeom replied with sadness and hope in his voice.

“What will you do if she doesn’t love you back?” Jinyoung asked with a devilish smirk.

“He will have to kill her; she can’t go back to her regular life knowing who the devil is.” Jaebum said, staring at me with pitch black eyes full of annoyance.

“Leave her alone. She has a year to fall in love with me; if not she’s all yours.” Yugyeom shrugged his shoulders as he stared at Jaebum.

“Y-you’re giving her to him to kill her right?” Bambam asked in confusion trying to understand the situation.

“Of course, he is! He might be the devil but when it comes to her, he won’t do shit. He created a soft spot for her.” Jinyoung said, rolling his eyes.

“You can go back to what you were doing. Be good, okay? See you at dinner, baby girl.” Yugyeom smiled as he kissed my head and walked away.

I just met Yugyeom’s brothers, and it seems like they don’t like me. Knowing that was not so great. I have to be here for so long and make sure I fall in love if I want to be alive but now I’m thinking I’m better off dead than alive.

Juliet was showing me around the rest of the mansion, and we walked outside. It was well guarded. The backyard had a big pool with a jacuzzi. It was really beautiful. She also walked to Yugyeom's office. I should never go in unless I’m needed there or I need to talk to Yugyeom urgently.

She then walked me to my bedroom which was a few doors down from Yugyeom’s room where I was staying. When she opened the door a cute back Pomeranian puppy jumped from the bed and made his way over to me.

“That's Dalkyum, Mr. Kim’s puppy. You are going to have him, so you have company and don't get bored.” Juliet said, blocking the door.

“He’s so cute! I didn’t think someone like the devil would own something so cute like this little guy” I said petting the puppy.

“Mr. Kim is a scary man, but he also is a nice gentleman. He might be the devil but when he opens up to you he's a whole different person, '' She said as she walked away closing the door behind her.

I put the puppy down on the bed and I walked around the room opening doors. The room had all I needed and more. I will miss my life, but I’ll have to get used to this.

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It’s been months now that I've been here. I still miss my old life but I’m getting used to living here. I can go anywhere in the house and I have a Dalk to keep me company.

I talk to Yugyeom a lot. I still don’t have the courage to ask him about his past or other personal questions. But he's been so nice to me. He keeps calling me baby girl or princess and he's spending more time with me but I still haven’t fallen for him.

Today as I was walking with Dalk outside I saw Yugyeom with a few girls and one of them was holding him by his arm and tried to kiss him but he moved away and that for some reason made me jealous. I started to question my feelings for him because for the past week or, so I have been feeling jealous of other girls that try to flirt with Yugyeom. When I went back to my room I thought about my feelings for Yugyeom. He's so nice to me, gives me everything I want and he gives me his full attention. He's like the boyfriend every girl wants but better for the time I've been here he always makes sure that I'm taken care of when he sees me struggling. He helps me out and he's always giving me the softest and sweetest smile.

When it was dinner time Juliet came and got me to the diner room. When I got there, Yugyeom was sitting in his usual spot at the end of the table and mine was right next to him. When I sat down he smiled at me and started a conversation.

“Hello baby girl how was your day” Yugyeom asked as he looked at me with a big smile

“It was good kind of boring” I replied well looking at his hands what had blood on his knuckles

“ Oh my god what happened to you, are you okay, does your hand hurt?” I worried about him and it took us both by surprise.

“Wow! You never show any interest in me when I’m doing okay, this is new. Yes, princess. I’m okay. Don’t worry.” he told me as he grabbed my hand

“ umm- so how… did you get hurt” I asked shyly as he played with my fingers.

“I got in a fight with someone who’s not important enough to be talked about,” he replied as I pulled my hand away from him.

“M-Mr.Kim...Is.. is it okay if I go to the library?” I asked him after I was done with my dinner.

“Of course you can sweetheart! And please call me Yugyeom. Mr.Kim is used only for people who work for me or are busses people.” he said well getting up and walking away

When I got to the library I looked for a good book and a perfect spot where I could read. But then I started to think back to Yugyeom. He's been on my mind for the past few days but today I saw a different side of him. He's been more soft around me, he holds my hand more and I can’t stop looking at him with love.

My past relationships have been different; they were short and lasted a few months. Some of my ex partners rarely told me they loved me or they usually never held my hand, so it was easy for me to fall for Yugyeom.

Then I started to think about his brothers, specifically Jaebum and Jinyoung. I knew they didn't like me but why? I was thinking back to that day but I can’t remember what I did for them to not like me.

After a few more hours of me being in the library I put my book down and made my way to my bedroom, when I got there I saw Juliet standing outside my bedroom.

“ hello Juliet, is there something wrong?” Asked her

“ no ma'am I just wanted to tell you that Mr. Kim is having his brothers over for dinner tomorrow and wanted me to tell you so you will be preparer” she replied

“ Thank you Juliet, is that all? “ I asked once again

“ yes ma’am have a good night see you tomorrow at the breakfast table” Juliet said ash she excused herself

I was now nervous for tomorrow night what I'm going to wear or say to yugyeom's brothers. Some didn’t like me and the others I don't even know what to say to them.

Well I'm doing my night routine. I was thinking about the possible reasons as to why yugyeom’s brothers hated me and all my conclusions came up to be that yugyeom is the younger brother and they were protective of him and that they thought I want good enough.

When I was done with my night routine, I made my way to the bed where dalkyum was already waiting for me. As I got ready for bed the only thing that was in my mind was tomorrow, I was nervous to meet Yugyeom’s brothers especially Jaebum since he seems like he hates me the most but i hope I can make a good impression on him a good enough to still keep me alive, after a few minutes I family fall asleep.

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