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mykoreanlove · 9 months

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Can I see you tonight?

“You are doing WHAT? Y/N, are you out of your fucking mind?”

The slightly annoyed voice shouting at you through your phone was no other than your best friend. “You cried so much because of that man-whore and now you’re going to his place? What is wrong with you?”

Fair enough, you had asked yourself that as well. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. What’s your motive?”

You sighed in defeat. “See, I thought about that, too. It’s true, JB hurt me badly. And I should be over him and all but I’m not. I am still thinking about him, wishing that it would be different. I… I miss him. And I haven’t heard from him in so long, I just.. I just want to know what he’s got to say to me. Can’t you understand that?”

Your friend sighed in annoyance. “What are you wearing?”

That question caught you by surprise. “Huh?”

“Y/N, don’t play dumb with me. What are you wearing?”

You looked down at yourself and started describing your outfit. Black sports leggings, red hoodie and leather boots. “Oh, you mean the sports leggings that accentuates your bubble butt? And the red hoodie that makes your eyes pop? And not to forget the leather boots that look sexy as fuck on you?”

You gulped, not saying a word. “What are you wearing underneath?”

It was pointless to lie, so you told her the truth. “Red lacy thong..”, you mumbled. “And?” You rolled your eyes, thankful that she couldn’t see it. “No bra.”

“Y/N, I swear to god. You are going over there because you want him to fuck you! Seriously? That bastard behaved like he fell for you only to ghost you and you’re thinking of fucking his dick?”

Hearing her talk like that made your stomach turn. She wasn’t all wrong but she wasn’t all right either. Did you put a lot of thought into your outfit? Of course you did. When Jaebeom ditched you it hurt like hell, so naturally you wanted payback. Getting dolled up, showing off your goodies to tease him – anything really that would make him regret dumping you.

You thought of all possible scenarios in your head. Would he apologize and confess his love to you? Would he fuck you and make you leave? Would he apologize and introduce a new girlfriend to you? Would he even be at home or was this all a prank? Endless possibilities roamed your head until you decided to stop thinking. The last thing you needed was a headache.

“Listen, I know you worry about me and I appreciate that. I am curious what he has got to say to me. And if he isn’t saying anything at all, I can at least ask why he ended things the way he did. Anything after that? Total uncertainty. Maybe I’ll see him and be turned off by him. Maybe I understand his ways and feel empathy for him. Maybe I decide I am done with him and leave. Or maybe I’ll use him just like he used me… It’s been a while and a girl got needs. Is that noble? No. But the world is complex, it’s not black and white. Especially not with JB. At least, I want to be prepared.”

You hung up as you arrived at his place. You scanned the bell for his name, taking a deep breath before pushing it. “Jaebeom, please don’t make me regret this.”

His apartment was on the third floor. You took each step nervously, not knowing what to expect from him. You were wondering if his heart was racing as fast as yours. When you made it to his floor you noticed his door being open ajar, him being nowhere in sight though. You collected yourself one last time before grabbing the handle and entering.

“JB?”

He was rushing to the front door, cheeks slightly red because he didn’t make it on time. “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you. Come on in!”

You took a good look at him. He was dressed casually – black joggers and a white shirt that accentuated his defined body. His hair was longer though, falling into his beautiful features effortlessly. He still had the same aura about him. He was confident in a silent, down to earth way. “Fuck”, you muttered under your breath. Hating him just got a lot harder.

“Did you eat? I cooked for us.” He beamed you a sly smile and ushered you into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly and you started to relax for the first time. You were too nervous to eat before, so you welcomed the pleasant smell of your favorite dish. “I made you tteokbokki. It’s your favorite, right?”

You thought back to the first time you had tteokbokki with him. It felt like ages ago, even though it only had been months. You were sitting on his couch eating, trying your best not to go up in flames as it was way too spicy for you. JB looked at you concerned. “Is it good?” You took a deep breath, nodding. “Yes, but it’s so fucking spicy!” He sprinted over to you immediately. “Oh, let me extinguish the heat then.” And with that he kissed you – sweetly and innocently.

You got pulled out of your memories as he handed you a plate. “Come on, let’s eat.” You barely touched your food – not because it was too spicy but because you were too nervous to eat. Up ‘til now you only talked about irrelevant things – what you had been up to, work, your family, plans for the remaining year. Jaebeom barely looked at you which you took as a sign of his nervousness. Why was he nervous though? You were the one that got rejected.

He got up and put on some music, dimming the lights to change the mood. Your stomach churned again, you had never been this nervous with him. He sat next to you on the black couch and just watched you.

“What?”

“Sorry, I, I thought this would be easier but it’s not.. It’s hard for me actually.”

You were confused. “What is?”

He grinned embarrassed. “Seeing you again. I know I fucked up and I wanted to talk about it but now that I’m actually seeing you it’s so hard.” He gulped nervously.

A ping of relief washed over you. He wanted to apologize, that was good! But you wouldn’t go easy on him, you wanted to see him suffer. You turned around and faced him directly, your doe eyes looking at him innocently while you were licking your lips seductively.

“Go on. You can do it, JB.”

He laughed. God, you missed his voice so much. The deep, honeylike voice that whispered the sweetest and naughtiest things into your ear.

“I wish I could find the right words and give you a proper explanation, Y/N. But I wasn’t in the right mind back then. I felt so lost.”

He took a halt and waited. That was not enough, no. You wanted more, you wanted a proper explanation from him. Maybe you needed to help him start?

You stood up and re-positioned yourself – on his lap facing him intimately. Jaebeom’s eyes widened in shock. His hands travelled to your sides automatically, squeezing your hips and ass. You caressed his face, tucking the lose strands of hair behind his ear.

“I am listening, Jaebeom.”

You felt him getting hard underneath you, grinning vigorously. He was holding back so much and you knew.

“I had been single for a short while when we met. And I wanted to keep it that way. You know, have some fun and move on. And it worked perfectly with all the girls before you but you y/n, you were different.”

You saw the pain in his eyes and felt good. It was petty but you were hurt and now you wanted him to suffer, too. You placed sweet little kisses along his jawline, whispering. “Different how?”

Jaebeom sighed heavily, trying to control himself.

“You were one of a kind. You still are.”

You let go of his jaw and watched him carefully.

“I had never met someone like you, y/n. You are so beautiful and funny. Smart and creative. Like I could talk to you about the most stupid stuff as well as my biggest fears. I was so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. I felt my best when I was with you. But also my… worst.”

The last part caught you by surprise. You wanted to get up and get some space between the two of you but he held you tight by your wrists.

“Listen to me, please. I felt my worst because I knew I couldn’t live up to you. I wasn’t the man you deserved to be with. I was acting like a big fuckboy, running away from my demons and facing different pussies instead of my baggage. I didn’t deserve to be with you.”

You started to tear up. Never ever had you thought of this possibility. Did you think of him leaving you because you were not good enough? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you sucked in bed? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you were just not what a guy wanted? You bet. But this?

His honesty caught you off guard.

„I knew that you wouldn‘t let go of me, y/n. I saw it in your eyes. So I did what I always do best: fuck up. I had to hurt you so badly, hoping that you would forget about me. Did you…?” He paused for a brief moment. “Did you forget about me?”

You held back tears as you were facing him. You hated being weak, but you couldn’t help it right now. With a very low voice you answered. “I tried to. I tried kissing someone else, I tried dating someone else but I… I always thought about you.”

You looked down at your lap, too embarrassed to face him. Jaebeom grabbed your chin with his fingers and looked at you lovingly. “Funny enough, I did the same thing. I tried to forget about you by getting with other girls but none of them did the trick. No one ever compared to you, y/n.”

You grabbed his hand that was holding your chin and squeezed it lightly. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you asked him again. “What changed? Why now?”

Jaebeom’s fingers landed on your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears you cried because of him. “I wonder how many tears you must have cried because of me, y/n. I am so sorry. I really, really am.” He looked at you sincerely, you were believing his every word. With a sigh he explained further. “I got tired of running away. I got tired of playing this game that I’m bound to loose. I want to be with you. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t change what I did but I want to be better. For you. I want to be the man you deserve to be with. If you let me, of course.”

He looked at you nervously. “Will you let me, y/n?”

You chuckled in relief, as well. “Of course, you idiot. Of course, I will.”

His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized what you had said. Not even a second after he crushed his lips onto yours, kissing you like it was the first time. You made out for a while, in desperate need for each other. He interrupted each kiss with another declaration of love.

“I will make it up to you, y/n.” Kiss. “I missed you so fucking much.” Kiss. “God, I’m such an idiot.” Kiss. “What did I do to ever deserve you?” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” Kiss. “I won’t fuck up this time.” Kiss. “I promise”. Kiss.

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yiensaintlaurent · 2 years

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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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jae-daddy · 1 year

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genre: romance, mature, melo plot: two married people fall in love a/n: i know its written dull, but trust me on this.

You wake up everyday facing the balcony of your apartment.

You never wake up to sunlight creeping in through the space between the blinds in your room. You always wake up just before the alarm, your shoes always placed perfectly so your feet slip into it as you sit on the edge.

Every morning seems the same. The same monotonous day; the same routine. The same twenty steps around your bathroom, the same cups, the same jar holding the teabags. The same toast and eggs, the same same same same same same same same same same same.

The same man always wakes up twenty minutes after you.

You always just happen you be halfway through the door when he enters the kitchen.

It’s the same bus ride to the same glass building. The same cubicle, the same work, same fake smiles and laughs, same stories. Same everything.

Tonight you decide to make stew for dinner. But is it really a decision when you make it at least five times a month?

He comes in at nine tonight.

You tell him to put the dinner away. You get into your bed, and close your eyes.

Sleep never comes easy, but you close your eyes anyway.

Your doctor told you to close your eyes even if you’re not sleeping.

Let the eyes rest.

But you can feel it moving underneath your eyelids, and now you can feel a migraine forming at the front of your head.

You feel the bed dip beside you. You remain on your side, ignoring him. You even out your breath, you are asleep.

I am sleeping. You say it as a mantra over and over again.

It works tonight. He faces the other side, you hear his phone click open.

He stays on that phone forever.

The sounds of the clicking on the keyboard, the endless Tiktoks. Your head is about to burst, you are about to burst.

And just when you cannot take it anymore, he lets out an obnoxious yawn. You ease, and he relaxes and sleeps.

You close your eyes waiting for sleep to take you away, but it does last long.

A few hours, and then you wake up to your balcony again.

The slippers slide onto your feet. Your pink brush remains where you left it yesterday.

The cup you sip your tea from as you stare out the window is the same one as yesterday. You got it as a gift from your sister one birthday. It was one of those horrifically cringe ones that says ‘The Greatest Sister Ever.’

You both had a fight a day before your birthday.

You were slipping into your heels when your husband enters the kitchen.

“Thank you,” he says just like every morning. You give him a small smile.

Normally that is the end of it, but today there is more, “We have to go to dinner tonight.”

You still in your actions and look up to meet his eyes. It was like looking at a stranger but worse, you couldn’t even tell what he was thinking.

But he could read the confusion on your face, “It’s my mum’s birthday.”

You nod, before looking at the calendar behind him. Even from the door you could see the pink marker around the date. You give him another plain smile, “I’ll pick up a gift on the way back.”

“It’s okay,” he says, and you’re thankful for it. “I’ll pick up something.”

“Okay,” you say, and slip your shoes on completely. You stand awkwardly for a second, and he looks at you too. How can you live with someone for twelve months and feel like complete strangers with them?

“Have a good day,” he says. Your lips part, and the silence stretches for a bit too long, but you finally manage,“You too.”

You escape before anymore awkward pleasantries pass between you.

The bus is busy like always. You find a space and smile at the girl already sitting there.

You let out a deep breath, and then inhale. You do it three more times, and a place a hand on your chest. Your heart was beating so fast, but you didn’t know why.

Apart from the mild heart-attack (it wasn’t actually a heart-attack, you googled it), the rest of the day was the same. The court room was the same, you had lunch with the same two girls, at the same lunchroom. The bus ride was the same; awful, humid and tiresome.

But tonight when you went home, you didn’t cook dinner.

Instead you showered, and changed into a pretty pale yellow dress. You did your hair into a nice pretty bun. You put on makeup and the lipstick that matches you so perfectly you save it for special occasions.

You get on your knees and pull out the box with your special heels.

You were going to meet your in-laws, you had to look nice.

Once ready, you took a look in the mirror.

You looked pretty.

How long had it been since you dressed up?

Your husband came soon after. He gave you a small smile as he took you in. You took in the pink wrapped box in his hand, and then your eyes went to the bouquet of flowers in the other.

He placed them both on the table next to the fruit bowl.

He went into the bathroom, and you stared at the flowers.

You wanted flowers too.

Growing up you never wanted to live in an apartment. You wanted to live in a house with a lawn or the country-side, somewhere where you could plant an entire garden. You would plant every flower you could get your hands on. It didn’t even have to look pretty as long as they bloomed you were happy with it.

You made a few attempts to plant in the apartment when you first moved in. The proof of that lies brown and dry in colourful flower pots outside on the balcony.

You didn’t realise you were staring at the flowers the entire time until he emerged from the bedroom.

He looked good.

He was good-looking.

The white shirt and casual blazer you laid out for him, hoping he would wear it, looked good on him.

You didn’t say anything though. He didn’t too, only, “Ready?”

It wasn’t a question really, more like ready or not here we go. He picked up the keys, the gift, and bunch of flowers. You picked up the tiny handbag you prepared for the night and followed him outside.

Maybe Uber rides were more comfortable than this.

The last time you set in one, they asked how your day was at the very least.

This was one of the few rare occasions you and your husband were made to be in each other’s company completely. Normally, the timings never matched up or there was someone else, or some other distraction.

People said this is common in arranged marriages. Reassurances and promises of everything working out were passed out to you like candies to a kid on Halloween.

You just stared out the window, you wished you could put the window down.

You wished you were in an Uber.

Your in-laws were good people.

Your mother-in-law, Jenny, always was in good hopes. She shared the same smile as her son and daughter, but you saw it more on her than anyone else.

Your husband handed you the gift and kept the flowers for himself. You hand her the pink box and she gushes, excitement evident in her voice, but she still reassures you that you shouldn’t have.

You’re polite with them. You smile, you laugh, you talk.

Whenever you’re with them or your own family, or whenever anyone else is around you and your husband, it feels like you’re outside your body. This woman is not you, it’s your husband’s wife.

“My son,” she places a sloppy kiss on your husbands cheek, he grimaces but his smile is bigger making his eyes disappear. Your heart feels like a mini heart-attack again, but its nothing, google said it was nothing.

You hug your sister-in-law Jae-e, instead. She hugs you back tightly, before complementing your lipstick, and your smile is true this time.

Your lipstick was made for you.

“Justin has come a long way,” you agree after Jae-e finishes her fifteen minute monologue about Justin Bieber’s highs and lows. She was a firm supporter of Selena, but she believes love changes and happens where it needs to, and Justin and Haley are together now.

You didn’t know much about Justin, you did back in middle school. Your best friend was a die-hard fan.

“Who’s Justin?” Your husband asks.

“Justin Bieber,” Jae-e rolls her eyes annoyed with her brother. Your sister and you were the same, it was like you were always teenagers no matter how much time passed.

“He only knows one JB,” she slides the comment towards you, you snort slightly, and her brother ignores it.

Or at least he tries to because he begins asking her about her new book.

The betrayal in her eyes is so funny, you had to bite your lip to hide your grin.

“It’ll probably be done before I get the chance to play with mum’s grandchild,” she’s proud of her reply, but instantly regrets it when her mother’s head snaps towards you and your husband.

You are frozen in place, your eyes on the sizzler plate. You wonder if it was still hot; and if so, how much would it burn the big mouthed twat.

“Yes!” Your mother-in-law gushes, and you start screaming inside. You’re surprised no one can hear you, in a way you are lucky no one can. She continues her loud words and each word makes your ears bleed, “WHEN DO I GET TO PLAY WITH MY GRANDCHILD?!”

She goes on and on. Some other couple who got married after you already has a kid. Another just announced their pregnancy.

You sat there staring at the plate, and then at the white table cloth.

White table cloth is so impractical. It basically just highlights all the mistakes a person makes. This family of five does not know how to take out their dishes properly and now there’s stains all over.

It was your father-in-law who finally stepped in, and said “That’s enough. This is not table conversation.”

You liked your father-in-law.

You bow and say goodbye to your in-laws. It was about time.

Your stomach was so full you were going to explode, and the heel straps were cutting into your skin. You were sure your lipstick had faded away by now.

All you wanted to do was go home and sleep.

But you have work tomorrow- no, tomorrow is Saturday!

But you were still excited to feel sleepy, maybe you’ll actually sleep and knock out completely.

Your thoughts got cut-off when you opened the door of your car.

“Oh,” you gasped as you picked up a flower from your seat. You showed it to your husband who stood there on his side of the car. “This must have fallen out.”

He bit his lip and then nodded, “Must have.”

He entered the car.

You were smiling when you buckled into your seat. You hummed along to songs playing, and looked out the window. You were okay with having the windows up.

The entire ride, you twirled the flower between your fingers, the yellow petals fluttering with each turn.

You wanted flowers.

When you get home, you head straight to the bathroom. The twenty steps increase by three as you place the flower into the cupholder. You stare it for a good minute.

You strip, shower and change into your pyjamas.

You watch as your husband as he goes into the bathroom.

Tonight you wanted it. Tonight you were not going to fall asleep.

Tonight you watched the light beneath the door. Tonight you didn’t realise as sleep took over you.

You woke up the next day. No alarm.

Your slippers sliding onto your feet. Twenty steps around your bathroom.

The cup- oh.

You halted in your steps.

The cup on the table, breakfast spread out and ready.

Your husband putting on his shoes as he’s rushing out the door. He looks frantic. You want to call out to him, what do you call him?

He catches sight of you before that, “Office emergency.”

You nod, smiling, telling him its okay.

He hesitates, and then the door closes behind him.

You look over the breakfast.

Same cup. Same bread and toast. Same egg. Same table. Same room. Same apartment.

But somehow different.

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daemour · 1 year

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Pairing: Jaebeom x gn!Reader (platonic ??)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 561

Warnings: cursing and thats it

Summary: For his birthday surprise, you take Jaebeom somewhere special and miss an opportunity to tell him something important

this was supposed to be for jaebeom’s birthday but i got daestracted with other deadlines and a hongjoong fic lol

“Hello…” Jaebeom mumbles incoherently, voice rough from answering your call two seconds after you dialled his number. “This is Lim Jaebeom.”

“Beom, I need you to come outside,” you say into the phone, voice shaking as you try to hide your excitement.

“Why?” His voice is still slurred, and you find it cute just like any other day.

You sigh through your nose. Jaebeom is not as bad as your mutual friend Youngjae when it comes to being woken up, but he’s bad enough and it being three in the morning does not help matters at all. “Pleaaase? It’s so cold outside.”

You can hear the pout in your voice and you know he can too because he groans and you can hear his bedsheets being kicked off his body. “You’re fucking insane. I’ll be out in a moment.” He hangs up in the middle of your victory cheer and you smile to no one in particular. It’s his birthday and you planned a surprise for him that you hope he would like.

“This better be good,” Jaebeom grumbles as he steps outside his apartment complex, pulling a jacket around his shoulders. “It’s cold and I wanna go back to bed.”

You laugh. “Okay, big baby. Get in the car, it’s warm. I need to show you something.”

“Can I sleep in the car?” You slap his arm but there’s a hint of a smile on both of your faces.

He does indeed sleep in the car, which is very expected behaviour of him. When you finally reach your destination you poke him awake and he seems just as disoriented as usual. “You took me to a cliff? You woke me up for this? Oh my God, I’m going to get murdered by my best friend, I hope this makes headlines.”

You laugh, shoving at him. “Dude, you’re so whiny. Get outside and look up.”

Jaebeom does a spectacular eye roll before opening the car door. “Oh, my God,” he breathes and you grin triumphantly.

“I told you so, dude! You’ve never seen stars this bright before, right? Seoul sucks for this kinda thing so I looked up where to best see the stars.”

“This is amazing,” Jaebeom says excitedly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I never thought it would be this beautiful in person. Thank you.”

You look away bashfully. “It’s not a problem, dude. Happy birthday, Beom.”

Jaebeom looks back at you with a shine in his eyes. It’s an image you want to keep in your mind forever. “You’re amazing.”

There are only so many compliments you can handle from Jaebeom before letting your crush overwhelm you so you just laugh it off with a joke. God knows how long you’ve liked him but you’d rather ignore your own feelings in case it all goes horribly wrong.

“Now you just have to do something just as nice for my birthday then,” you tease, elbowing him. “I expect fireworks.”

Jaebeom smiles and elbows you back but something has changed in the air and you don’t know what it is. And instead of confronting it head-on like you probably should, you just turn away and continue having a fun night with your very best friend and nothing more.

Maybe one day you will work up the courage to ask him out, but you’re content with being there for him now.

#got7writerscollective #k-vanity #wkcnet #got7 #got7 fluff #got7 fanfiction #got7 fanfic #got7 x reader #got7 jaebeom #lim jaebeom #jaebeom fluff #jaebeom fanfiction #jaebeom fanfic #jaebeom x reader

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hwangyeonjun · 1 year

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January 6th

pairing: lim jaebeom x gn!reader

genre: fluff

birthday party masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#lim jaebeom #lim jaebeom x reader #lim jaebeom fluff #jay b #jay b x reader #jay b fluff #got7 #got7 fluff #got7 x reader #got7 imagine

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Your Relationship Gets Revealed ~ Lim Jaebeom

Your heart was pounding as Jaebeom got home from the studio, having avoided your phone for most of the afternoon. His expression gave nothing away as he sat down on the sofa beside you, resting his hand against the top of your leg.

“It’s been an interesting few hours,” he whispered with a light chuckle, “but luckily it seems as if things are going down really well.”

Your eyes looked suspiciously back at him, left slightly uncertain because of the smile that was on his face, the smile that usually seemed to spell out mischief or trouble.

After the two of you found your relationship revealed, with photos shared of the two of you walking down by the river a couple of days ago, you were terrified. The last thing that you wanted was for a bump in the road when things had been going so well between the two of you.

“What are people saying?” You asked Jaebeom, wanting to hear for yourself what had been talked about with the two of you, “have you been reading some whilst at work?”

Jaebeom nodded as he pulled his phone out from the pocket of his jacket. He couldn’t help himself but look, desperately wanting to see how positive things were so that he could come home and reassure you especially.

“It seems that people are big fans of you,” Jaebeom explained to you, “but then it’s easy to see why so many people like you.”

“Are you being serious or just trying to sweettalk me again?”

His eyebrows raised innocently back at you as Jaebeom loaded the first of the articles that had been released. After scrolling all the way through to the bottom where fans could leave some comments, he passed his phone to you.

It took a moment for you to build up the courage to look down and start reading through, looking to Jaebeom who had a smile on his face for the push that you needed to read them.

“They all seem so lovely,” Jaebeom remarked as you began to scroll through, on edge as you waited for the negativity to come. The first few comments felt like a dream, but the more you scrolled, the more consistent the positivity became.

As you read more, your smile grew too, finally realising that Jaebeom was being honest with you. His eyes were on you as you looked through, relieved to see your smile too as you read on.

“Apparently all of the articles have the same comments, the company checked every single one.”

Your eyes flickered in Jaebeom’s direction, trying to make sure that you weren’t dreaming. It felt too good to be true, especially after you’d read so many bad articles on relationships in the industry.

“Are you sure that your company hasn’t just gone through and reported all the bad comments?”

A chuckle came from Jaebeom as still you couldn’t help but fret, assuring you that they had touched nothing. It was all real, and true, the fans were surprisingly accepting of you.

All of the sleepless nights that you’d had worrying about how things would be the day your relationship got revealed all felt like they’d been for nothing, a waste of your time.

“Do you mind just pinching me?” You asked Jaebeom.

“I’m not pinching you; you already know that you’re not dreaming.”

He knew exactly what you wanted, and there was no way that he was going to give it to you. He wanted for you to keep reading, to keep feeling the love from his fans mostly.

Even as Jaebeom moved onto another article, your heart was full. Positive comment after another came, with several comments complimenting you scattered in between.

“They all seem to think I’m punching.”

“Your fans have good eyes,” you joked back at Jaebeom as he summed up most of the comments, “you should listen to them.”

As you continued to tease him, Jaebeom couldn’t help but start attacking your sides to remind you not to let things get to you too much. He knew you were only messing with him, but he still wanted to remain the apple in his fans’ eyes and not give that spot up to you too quickly after getting yourselves revealed.

“You should be glad they like me.”

Jaebeom immediately nodded back at you after letting you go, “I am glad, even if it is a kick in the teeth for my ego to be told that I’ve pulled better than anyone thought I would.”

��It’s not my fault that I’m just too pretty for you.”

Jaebeom lifted his hands up to threaten to tickle you again, but you quickly pushed him away. You closed your mouth and stayed quiet, knowing that you weren’t prepared for another tickle attack.

Things had gone better than either of you had ever expected they would, blown away by how supportive everyone was of you. It was something the two of you had worried about so many times, and now you had no need.

“I feel like I should thank them for being so nice or something,” you told Jaebeom as he closed his phone, “or do you think that comes across too keen?”

His head shook in reply to your question, “my fans will probably be quite happy to hear from you, it sounds like they really want to get to know you. Maybe we could release a video or a statement through the company.”

You were new to it all and didn’t have a clue as to how to act, but luckily for you, Jaebeom had all the answers. Although things would be more authoritative and more protected now, you were willing to do it for Jaebeom.

“I just want to say thank you,” you told him, not wanting to overcomplicate things.

“If that’s what you want to do, then let’s see if we can release a video, give the fans a chance to hear your voice,” Jaebeom suggested. “The more they see us together and smiling, the more likely everyone is to support us.”

Of course, you knew not everyone would be a fan of the two of you, but you were keen to do whatever you could to get them on side. As long as they kept supporting Jaebeom, that was all that mattered, but having them support you was definitely a bonus too.

As calm as he acted beside you, Jaebeom was beyond relieved too. He didn’t want you to be scared or panicked, but instead you felt relaxed and overwhelmed by the kindness.

“I’m not just saying it because it’s my relationship, but I’ve honestly never seen an idol reveal their relationship and have so many people be nice to them.”

“What do you think we’ve done to make people be so nice to us?”

Jaebeom shrugged back at you, “maybe the fact that we’re normal. The photos that got shared just showed the two of us doing normal couple things.”

“Just that when we do normal couple things, we have cameras now following us everywhere we go,” you joked in reply.

“It’ll get easier,” Jaebeom assured you, “and if they don’t leave us alone, you’ll be surprised how intimidating the company can be to get them to listen to what we want.”

Your eyes went wide as he spoke, “I think I’ve underestimated the power you have.”

“I’m not just a pretty face,” Jaebeom teased, “I can be pretty demanding when I want to be too.”

“How come I’ve never seen this side of you?”

“One day you just might.”

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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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flurrys-creativity · 1 year

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Filipendulous

Filipendulous (adj.) - hanging by a thread

Pairing: Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x GN!Reader; Genre: Roommates to lovers, angst, romance, hurt and comfort?, a bit of fluff; Rating: sfw, pg-15; Warnings: mentions of an argument, mentions of jealousy, mentions of drinking alcohol (not really responsible), mentions of an accident, mentions of results from said accident, short hospital setting, one kiss; Wordcount: 1.967

Summary: After a fight with your roommate you ran out of the apartment. Blinded by rage you get caught in an accident, leaving Jinyoung worried sick back at home.

The door slammed shut behind you, leaving Jinyoung in your shared apartment. He closed his eyes upon hearing the harsh and sudden sound, his jaw clenching in the process.

Jinyoung felt his fists shaking beside his body. The anger still reverberated through his whole body. This wasn’t the first fight he had with you and it wasn’t unusual for one of you to just leave the apartment and come back with fried chicken and beer later the same day.

This time though, Jinyoung had a sinking feeling within his stomach. Something didn’t sit right with him. It might be the green monster of jealousy still rearing its head causing that feeling but Jinyoung tried telling himself he was above that.

He wasn’t.

The whole reason the fight started in the first place. You had casually mentioned you planned to go out for a couple of drinks with one of your classmates from college - Lim Jaebeom.

Jinyoung just couldn’t hold his tongue and had to comment on your plans snarkily. Which in turns pushed you into the defence. One thing led to another and the two of you argued back and forth, throwing insults and stupid, petty arguments at each other's heads.

Until Jinyoung shouted: “Are you that desperate to get laid, you lower your standards this much?”

The last thing Jinyoung heard from you, had been a shocked gasp, followed by a scoff and your retortion: “Are you that jealous you even limbo under my low standards?”

Jinyoung exhaled deeply. As much as he hated to admit it, you were right. He wanted to be the one to go out with you, take you on dates even. Over the years of living together he fell for you and he became quite protective and sometimes even possessive over you. Though he never found the bravery to ask you out for real.

Once you returned he would apologise to you immediately. Jinyoung nodded several times as if he tried to reassure himself with that decision. He opened his eyes again, finally turning around and staring at the closed apartment door.

It would be a few more hours before you would actually return. For a split second he even considered running after you as the continuous nagging feeling inside of him, begged him to go. Yet he rationalised the situation and decided to stay at the apartment, figuring he wouldn’t catch you now anyway. Instead he went to the couch and sat down, turning on the tv to distract him as he waited.

Jinyoung scooted around on the couch, becoming more and more restless as you still didn’t show up again. Hours had already passed but no sign from you. His gaze wandered to the display of his smartphone, which he tapped again to check the time.

Not able to stay still anymore, Jinyoung stood up and paced around the living room, holding his phone in one hand and tapping the screen the second it turned black again.

There were no messages, no missed calls, nothing. Where the hell were you?

Jinyoung’s thumb hovered over your icon, ready to call you any second but something inside him made him hesitate. Was it his own pride, his uncertainty, the thought you just wanted to make him suffer a little longer?

At least that’s what he would have done. And Jinyoung knew you were just as petty as him at times. With a deep sigh Jinyoung placed the phone on the small coffee table again, wandering over to the cupboard with your liquor stash. He grabbed a shot glass and one of the strong liquors, moving back to the couch.

Instead of sitting on the couch though, Jinyoung sat on the ground in front of it. He leant against it with his back, one leg propped up where his arm rested on.

Soon enough one shot turned into three, four, five. By now Jinyoung had to concentrate quite a bit to pour himself another shot as he hadn’t eaten anything prior and the alcohol hit even harder than usual.

With the veil of drunkenness clouding his mind, he grabbed his phone holding it way too close to his face as he typed a message painstakingly slow.

“It3 getting late… where ar yo?”

He gulped another shot, staring at his phone screen in hopes to see the tell tale sign of you answering but nothing happened.

“If youre stayin out at least say soo…”

A deep frown appeared on his face as he continued staring at the messages. He only saw one check mark on them, meaning the messages didn’t even go through to your phone. Jinyoung - not able to think of anything better - poured himself another shot, downing it followed by a loud hiss.

The nagging feeling became louder and louder and Jinyoung couldn’t ignore it anymore. Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt absolutely miserable. He blinked several times and looked around the room, trying to keep the tears at bay.

He felt as if he hung by a single thread, unsure whether continuing to hang or letting go was the better option. Jinyoung only knew whatever decision he’d make would impact his life.

“Fuck it”, he murmured and pushed himself up, staggering a few steps until he regained his balance again. Jinyoung grabbed his phone and stumbled towards his shoes and jacket. His head spun heavily, making it extremely hard to put his shoes on.

After what felt like ages he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, ready to open the front door when his phone suddenly rang.

Jinyoung stared down at his hand, which still held the phone. He blinked once, twice, three more times until he was able to read the caller ID. “Y/N!” He almost shouted into the phone. “Where are you? I’ll come and get you! I was just about…”

Jinyoung stopped talking when he heard an unfamiliar voice interrupt him. “Are you familiar with someone named Y/N L/N?”

“Yeah.” Jinyoung didn’t dare to breathe, holding the air in his lungs as he attentively listened to the person on the other side of the call.

“Y/N was brought to us after a heavy accident. We did as much as we could-”

“Where? Which hospital? I’m on my way!” Jinyoung yelled into the receiver, the nagging feeling from before turning into dread that weighed heavy on him. “I’ll be there in a bit”, he said again after he got the location, hanging up the phone call.

Even though he said that, Jinyoung couldn’t move. One of his hands still held the doorknob, clutching it tightly so his knuckles turned white. A few tears rolled down his cheeks and he closed his eyes. Jinyoung inhaled shakily, twisting his face in pain.

There was no time to dwell in regret now. Jinyoung shook his head vigorously and turned the doorknob, rushing out of the door a second later. He half jumped and half ran the stairs down to the ground floor, pushing through the front door and colliding with a few passerby. Jinyoung turned around his own axis, the cold air hitting his face and sobering him up a little. He looked around to orientate himself, right before he sprinted down the streets. He ignored all the collisions and bumps and angry yelling behind him, only wanting to get to you as fast as possible.

Jinyoung panted heavily but felt somewhat sober again when he reached the hospital and walked through the doors, looking around frantically. Once a nurse pointed him into the right direction, he started running again.

He took two steps at a time, half pulling himself upwards on the railing. Jinyoung cursed under his breath, thinking he took way too long.

“I’m here”, Jinyoung blurted out as he opened the door to your room, scanning the surroundings and seeing nobody but you.

Someone cleared their throat behind him, making Jinyoung turn around on his heels. “As I tried to explain on the phone”, the doctor in front of Jinyoung spoke quietly, “we did everything we could but several bones are fractured and we assume a severe concussion as well. We’d like to keep them at the hospital for a few more days just to make sure we didn’t miss anything.”

“So that means?”

“They’ll be able to do everything as usual in a few weeks again and will be fully healed in a few months. For now we gave Y/N a high dosage of pain meds, which explains them sleeping. I actually wanted to lower the dosage anyway, resulting in them waking up. I’ll make an exception for you to stay here.”

Jinyoung nodded along to the explanation of the doctor, turning around to you when the doctor mentioned he could stay. He didn’t even wait for the doctor to say anything else before he walked over to you, pulling a chair next to your bed.

You were covered in bandages and bruises. You looked so frail like this and Jinyoung’s heart twisted in pain. With trembling fingers he placed his hands on your hand, leaning down to kiss the back of it.

Jinyoung had no idea how much time passed and he even had the inkling he fell asleep for a while, but when you groaned in pain he felt wide awake. He stared at your face with wide eyes, gently squeezing your hand with his. “Y/N?”

You opened your eyes, blinking rapidly to get a clear vision. Your eyes roamed around the unfamiliar room until they landed on Jinyoung’s form. You noticed the tears welling up in his eyes and how his lower lips trembled as he smiled at you. “Where am I?” You rasped, wincing in pain.

“Hospital”, Jinyoung answered softly and stood up, grabbing a glass of water and helping you to drink it. “You got caught in an accident ten minutes after you stormed out of our apartment.”

Your face twisted in displeasure while the memories flooded your brain. “Ugh.” You closed your eyes as a sob ripped through your body. “Can you hold me?” You barely managed to ask Jinyoung before you started crying, overwhelmed with all the emotions crashing back into you.

Jinyoung didn’t even hesitate and carefully climbed onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your form. He rubbed over your back and mumbled sweet nothings in hopes of calming you down again.

Despite the pain you turned on your side and hid your face in Jinyoung’s chest, clinging with your fingers on his shirt while you continued to cry.

“I thought I would die and never see you again”, you whispered after a while, having calmed down enough to speak again. “I was so scared I’d never see you again.”

Jinyoung kissed the top of your head, gently squeezing you against his chest. He didn’t know how to respond, yet he wanted to comfort you at all costs. “It’s my fault”, he murmured, “if my jealous ass could have just stayed quiet.” He laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I was so angry and idiotic but when you didn’t come back… I never want to experience that again.”

“Me neither.”

Both of you stayed silent for a while, simply basking in the presence of each other.

Jinyoung felt your beating heart against his chest, felt your slow evening breaths on his skin. He smelt your shampoo, combined with the sterile hospital scent and remnants of gasoline from the crash. He looked down at your form, smiling softly when you tilted your head back and met his eyes. “I love you.”

Neither of you reacted surprised by the confession, nor did you freak out by it. Instead you stretched your neck - once again ignoring the pain - and gently kissed him on the lips. “I love you too.”

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celestialshearts · 1 year

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

——— BASICS! ♡

NAME: kiran

PRONOUNS: he/him

ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio

TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken

——— THREE FACTS! ♡

i've been roleplaying on and off since i was like....13?? (jfc that's a long time...)

i'm currently studying for a history and politics degree!!

uhh...i got to meet lim jaebeom from got7 last year?? i'm counting that as a fact about myself bc i can't think of anything else lmao

——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: tumblr, discord, used to write on forums

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: i prefer plotting and memes!! it helps me get more inspired for a pairing/thread

——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: if this means for my own muses, then honestly i just like writing trans and non binary muses? i don't really have a preference other than none of them are cis lol, but i'm very happy to write with muses of any gender!!

MULTI OR SINGLE: multimuse/multi-ship for myself (except for certain muses like ori for example) and no preference for everyone else!!

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): uhhhh...i guess those on my banned faceclaim list??

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: yes fluff is adorable

ANGST: i may love fluff but i need my muses to go through it too asdfgjdjsdd

SMUT: rn i don't feel very confident in writing smut (unless i'm very, very comfortable with someone, then i'll give it a shot) but if we talk a lot, i'm happy to do headcanoning!!

tagged by: @unfinishedjulyrain tysm!! <3

tagging: whoever would like to do it, you can just say i tagged you hehe

#(ooc): typing ...#i'm crying the facts about myself was so hard to fill out #idk shit about myself HJDSJDKS

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arsyeong · 5 years

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[4] thief | ijb.

o n e / t w o / t h r e e / f i v e / s i x / s e v e n / e i g h t

summary: the thief leaves yet another warning. word count: 1,275

a/n: well this took some time HAHAHAHAHA :D and he is psychometric ended yesterday ,, this is a tribute. ive also strayed from the original character of skye because im not good with words lol. n e ways i hope u enjoy hehe :3

Even you don't know how you're still alive.

Work had been especially hard these days. You were everywhere - helping the farmers harvest their crops before winter, moving crates of produce from one place to another, writing to the seniors' families to invite them for at least Thanksgiving, feeding the farm animals and so much more.

Your friends have been checking on you often, aware of your workload. They try to help as much as they can - heck, even Bambam (who was known to be lazy) did you a few favors - but it never seemed enough. Besides, they had their own lives too. You can't just take away their own time from them.

Today was another busy day.

You give your best smile to the old woman by the pond. "The mayor of their town dropped by yesterday and said he'd be the one to give it to them," you tell her while softly stroking her hand, "I'll ask him again when I see him next. He comes here often anyway."

The lady barely manages to croak out her thanks, but you do see it on her face and in her smile. With a final nod, you let go of her hand and walk away to your next destination.

You've never really been fond of the mines, but you were very friendly with the people working there.

"Jinyoung! Yeeun!" you call out. "I'm here!"

The two turn to you, and you know from their troubled faces that something was wrong. You hurry up the hill to them. "Did something happen?"

"The dig has been going well," says Jinyoung seriously before Yeeun hands you a piece of paper, "but this happened."

At midnight, I shall help myself to the valuables in your tent. Thank you for your efforts. JB.

"If that scoundrel takes even one artifact, we'll be set back for days!" cries Yeeun. "All that hard work will be put to waste!"

Jinyoung pulls her into his arms. He pats her gently as she vents out her frustration through tears and muffled death threats for the thief.

You, however, were silently rereading the note. Unlike the two beside you, the part that had caught your eye the most was the last one. JB.

You hadn't seen him for weeks.

Before he left you after the storytelling by the lake, he had informed you he visits the town at night. "In case you want to see me again," he had said cheekily, "or if you feel like turning me in. You know where to find me."

You used the information for the former.

The remaining days of summer were spent on working in the day and relaxing with him at night. You discovered more things about him, and it was the same for him to you. Jaebeom's image of a thief quickly turned to that of a friend; you even recall the first time you acknowledged it out loud.

"I really do miss my friends back home," he had mused with a faraway look, "Youngjae, Jackson, Yugyeom ... all of them."

Your ears perked up at the first name. "If we're thinking about the same Youngjae, he's running a summer shop here. You could go visit him!"

"I can't risk it," he said, "A thief out and about during the day? I might go to jail before I could even see Youngjae."

You fell back on the grass, defeated, and he sighed. There was silence for a moment, and then you said, "I'm your friend."

Had you seen his face then, you would have seen his eyes widen and his cheeks flush red in surprise. "I know," he had told you as casually as he could, but he was panicking internally.

"Until you could see your friends back home again," you continued, "I'm your friend."

"And when I finally see them again?" he asked, facing you enough for you to see his side smile.

"I'll still be your friend," you told him with a shrug. He had snorted lightly at that, and you remember how his smile widened to reveal his top teeth. He shook his head and looked back out onto the spring. You hadn't needed to see him then to know he was also smiling.

"So?"

Jinyoung's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You look up to see him and Yeeun looking at you with a hopeful gleam in their eyes. "Will you help or not?"

"Of course," you tell them, and you hope the agreement was on catching the thief. Friendly as you were with them, the idea of mining until dawn in hopes of finding something wasn't quite appealing to you.

It's Jinyoung who shakes your hand and thanks you as his partner enters their tent to prepare for tonight. Walking to your other duties, you can't help but wish preparing yourself was just as easy.

"Thank you for coming," Jinyoung greets with yet another firm handshake. Yeeun rushes to you and envelops you in a hug. She takes a second longer than the usual, and that was enough for you to tell how anxious she is for tonight.

"Do you want to sit down?" she asks softly. She looks around then smiles at you awkwardly when she's reminded they don't have chairs in the tent.

"I'd love to," you say sheepishly. "Would it be alright?"

She gestures to a red sleeping bag on your right, "You must be working a lot these days."

You seat with crossed legs on what you assume to be her sleeping bag and nod. "I am," you admit, "but I'm used to it. People are always the busiest during autumn, then workloads are reduced greatly come winter."

"Just hang in there," she beams at you encouragingly, "A few more days and you'll finally get to rest," she pauses for a while before asking, "Are you hungry? We still have some food left here."

"I ate the sandwich," confesses Jinyoung, stopping her as soon as she turns around. He looks to you with apologetic eyes, but his smile says otherwise. "Sorry."

"It's okay," you chuckle, a little heart formed by his fingers appearing when you didn't follow up on your hunger.

The three of you spend the next few minutes in silence. Still seated, you watch Yeeun pace around the limited space while Jinyoung occasionally peeks outside.

Disappointment fills you more and more with every second that passes by without any announcement of him. Nervous as you were to face him after not meeting him for some time, you had still been excited to do so. The thought of seeing him again, even under this kind of circumstance, had been your motivation to get through the day and stay up for the night.

But it doesn't seem like he's coming.

You pull your knees closer to your chest and sigh as soon as Yeeun says, "Maybe he forgot he sent a note to us."

"Or," Jinyoung starts slowly, turning to both of you, "Or he could be stealing from the dig site this very moment!"

The two of them lock eyes briefly before wordlessly rushing out of the tent, heading to the mines. You get up to zip the tent shut, but you realize they weren't the only shadows outside.

A third one was nearing you.

In your tired state, even squinting didn't allow you a good look at the figure. It was probably seven steps to you when your fingers freeze on the zipper in recognition.

JB.

“Don’t close up just yet!” He jogs to you and places his hand over yours before you could zip it up completely. He rests his head on his hand and greets, "Hey."

You take in the way his eyes sparkle as he looks up at you, and you resist the urge to smile back at him. "Aren't you going to greet me back?"

"I would if you didn't send my friends a warning note," you answer coldly, narrowing your eyes at him and trying to make him feel guilty. He just laughs.

"Ah," he says, "I see you've got my message."

"Correction: I wasn't the recipient of your message."

"Yes you were," he insists, chuckling once more at the confusion that bloomed after that. "Well, I intended for you to hear it via them."

"You aren't making sense."

"Of course I don't," he says lightly. He then lifts his head back to normal and looks around.

"They're probably still checking around the mines," you tell him, "This dig really means a lot to them, you know."

"I know."

Your surprise from his soft tone at that increases when his hand slithers under yours and takes hold of it. "Jaebeom," you gasp.

He simply laughs at you again. "Come with me."

A minute later, he was leading you downhill and away from the tent. "Are you taking advantage of my trust and bringing me somewhere for you to murder without leaving a trace?" you can't help but ask, releasing your fear all in one breath.

He glances back at you with an expression of disbelief. "Why would you think that?"

"It can happen."

"I'd never hurt you," he says softly, looking away, "Not again."

The remainder of your walk was spent in silence as you mull over his words. You're only snapped back to attention at the sound of waves crashing onto the shore.

"The ocean is especially beautiful tonight," he says once you're close enough to the waves. He tilts his head and looks at you with a small smile. "Maybe it's because you're here with me, (Y/N)."

"And here I thought you don't say things like that to your friends," you mutter.

He points at your cheeks, "But you're blushing."

"Oh, am I?" You start to pat your cheeks though you know he's telling the truth. "Really?"

In the next second, he had pushed your hands away from your face and replaced them with his own. He squishes your cheeks together and leans in, "See?"

"More like feel," you say. There's a brief silence as both of you slowly realize how close your faces were. The two of you pull away at the same time.

"Have I told you I liked cooking?" he asks suddenly.

"No," you reply, "I don't think so."

"Well, I do," he continues, "and I pride myself most on my stew."

You hum and nod along to this. "I like making other things - my second best is curry, actually - but I just like stew the best. Kimchi stew, to be exact, but my other stews are great too. It's quite easy to make, but I pride myself on that the most," he pauses then turns to you again, "I hope you get to try my stew one day."

"It must taste amazing if you talk about it like that," you say before meeting his eyes, "I'd love to."

"One day," he sighs, looking back out to the ocean.

Staring at him, you suddenly wonder, What if he gets caught?

Being friends with him may have changed your perspective of him, but it doesn't change the fact that he's a thief and that he had stolen countless times before. Kind and forgiving as the townsfolk may be, they were all about justice and safety. They'd let him rot in prison for as long as they could.

"Why do you come back here at night?" you find yourself asking.

"I rob people?" he answers, confused and sounding like it should have been obvious.

"No," you shake your head and focus on him, "I mean the nights you aren't stealing from people," and, in a whisper, you add, "The nights you spend with me."

He takes a deep breath and sticks his hands in his pockets, "Let's go back. Jinyoung and Yeeun must be worried about you."

He starts to walk away, but you take his arm and stop him. "You haven't answered my question."

"Just tell them you saw me, you ran off to catch me," he turns to you and winks, "but you failed."

"You aren't answering me," you push on, jogging until you're walking beside him.

"Don't walk beside me like that!" he whisper-yells with a playful grin on his face, "A lovely lady like you shouldn't be seen with a thief like me."

"Shut up and answer my question, Jaebeom." You were serious. You grab his arm again and pull him back to a stop. There's a fire in his eyes when he looks at you once more, but you don't back down.

"Let go."

"Tell me."

His hand was on yours, and it wasn't as gentle as it was earlier. However, it just stays there. "Why do you want to know?" he asks in a low tone.

"Why don't you want to tell me?" you shoot back.

The tension is broken by his laugh, amusement taking over his features while confusion does for yours. "Well, well," he says with a hint of pride, "That was a good answer."

Jaebeom applauds you for some seconds before he registers how serious you were. "Okay!" he breathes out, holding his hands up as if to surrender, "You answer my question then I'll answer yours. Deal?"

Sensing he wouldn't have it any other way, you simply nod and let go of him. You wait for him quietly and glare at him when he doesn't say anything. "What happened to the deal?"

"I told you to answer my question first before I answer yours," he explains, crossing his arms over his chest, "You're the one who isn't doing your part."

He smiles when you sigh, knowing he'd defeated you. Looking down, you admit, "I want to know why you come here leisurely when you know you could get caught at any moment."

"Is this your way of telling me not to come here anymore?"

You deny it so fast that he laughs yet again.

"Hey," he calls out softly. When you see his shoes on the ground you were looking at, your head shoots up in surprise. You're even more shocked when you realize how close he was standing to you. He grins at your reaction and leans in, holding you gently by your sides. "What do I do here when I'm not stealing?"

"You hang out with me," you whisper back, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous you were at being so close to him.

He chuckles in your ear, "Exactly."

There's a pause where you could feel him breathing by you, and you weren't sure what to feel. All you were sure about was that your heart was beating faster with every moment you stay in that position.

"I come here, take risks and do all that," he finally says, voice low, "because of you."

Stunned, it takes you some time to process his words and form more questions.

But he was already gone.

"You're okay!" Yeeun says happily, pulling you into a quick hug. "You didn't come back last night, and we were worried sick about you."

"We thought that thief had done something to you," says Jinyoung, "I would never have forgiven myself if that happened. Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm okay," you assure them with a genuine smile, "I just got tired chasing him."

"At least you're alive," Yeeun says, "Catching him is a problem for the future."

You eat the breakfast they've brought you and exchange stories about the night before. Even if you've just woken up, you made sure to follow what JB said the night before. It was a feeble attempt in trying to make yourself believe the real events were just a dream.

A very confusing dream.

p r e v i o u s / n e x t

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐩.

Mark

The smile that tugs at his lips has the guys giggling like school girls. Mark grabs your wrist lightly and pulls you back down, pressing a light kiss to your cheek before he wishes you sweet dreams. Once you’re out of sight Jackson is the one to make a big deal out of it calling Mark all kinds of cringe worthy nicknames.

“I promise to keep it down, babe.”

Jaebeom

He would relish the feeling of your lips on his skin and grab the collar of your shirt to pull you into a quick kiss. He would ignore the cat calling from Bambam and make sure you were feeling okay, before he let you leave for a nap. When they are all alone, Jaebeom would throw a pillow at Bambam and would tell him to shut up before he crushes him.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, babe? Do you need anything from me?”

Jackson

Oh lord, he would be a mess and total lump of needy little affection. You would try to pull away, but Jackson would just pout up at you and bat his eyelashes. He would poke his lips out and making the kissy sound which would in turn make Bambam and Yugyeom echo the kissy sounds while the other guys just laughed. You would roll your eyes and peck Jackson’s lips before you brushed his hair from his face.

*big pout* “You missed.”

Jinyoung

Cue actor Jinyoung. The smile on his face is tight as he tries not to show how he really feels since Yugyeom is watching his reaction like a hawk. He laces your fingers together and kisses the back of your hand while staring up into your eyes. He smiles and shakes your wrists a little before he kisses your fingers again and lets go of your hand. Once you leave Jinyoung’s ears turn a little red and Yugyeom is on it! The little shit is teasing Jinyoung bad...Jaebeom may have to step in so that he doesn’t get murdered.

“Enjoy your nap, love. Call me if you need anything.”

Youngjae

A blushing mess, can’t help but stumble over his words as your face comes into his view. The moment your lips touch his forehead, his soul leaves his body and he turns to a puddle of mush. You giggle to yourself and pat Youngjae’s chest before you smile at the other guys and head to your room for a nap. Youngjae whines and hides his face in his hand while his ears are bright red.

“Ya! Y/n-ah...their trying to kill me.”

Bambam

You gotta be quicker than that! He would see you coming and pull you down for a deep kiss, giggling as you push away from him. He would peck your cheek and litter your wrist in little kisses before he leaned his head back against you. He wouldn’t care that the guys were there, he only cared about you and he never let you sleep without knowing that you were loved. He picks himself up off the couch and lets the guys know that he’ll be right back after he tucks you in.

“Come on baby, let me tuck you in. Can’t have you getting cold.” *evil lil glint in his eyes*

Yugyeom

No, nope, don’t even. You know damn well that the guys will tease him and his needs to taste your lips, always. Yugyeom would take it on the chin and pull you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. You wanna play this game? That’s fine, but Yugyeom will win. He lets you get comfy in his lap and traces small circles on your lower back, easing you into a safe place as you drift off to sleep in his embrace. He’s a little shit because he knows the guys won’t say a word to him about it while you are right there.

“Where are you doing, sweetness? Come here for a moment.”

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rikiflowers · 2 years

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rain and heartbeat; l. jaebeom

a short y/n (fem!reader) x lim jaebeom scenario.

warnings: a little bit angst, fluff

- 1.9k words

“Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.” ― Ranata Suzuki

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People love. So violent that breathing was pointless. Nothing could be compared; nothing was as intense as the feeling of loving and being loved. She loved. She loved too much and that was ultimately what broke everything; She loved too much and neglected herself. Many said that you give up a piece of yourself if you loved unconditionally – y/n had given everything and was left with nothing. The end came stormy, almost destructive, leaving her with nothing. Emptiness.

She swore to herself; Never again. Never again would she love so much. Never again let a person get so close to her. Never catch fire again because she won't stand the burning. Never again. It was like a mantra that she sang in front of her, as she stared out the window in the dark of her room, trying not to feel reality.

But life was not as hoped it would be. It was played by its own rules, in which you were just a small figure in a big, endless stream. Suddenly she was swept away and came across someone who, for the second time in her life, tore the ground from under her feet and dragged her into the storm.

Time: 5:24 PM

Uncertainly, her fingers buzzed over the chat. All good intentions were gone, just at the moment when she had to gather her courage. She had her episode again – stronger than ever. Everything in her contracted convulsively. Why couldn't she jump over her shadow even at that moment? Why did she put so many obstacles in her own way? He was different. He was not the man who had destroyed her life at some point back then – Jaebeom was different. He was so much more than she could put it into words. y/n finally wanted to confess to him that what lays on her tongue at every conversation, at every meeting and at every glance and was ready to just break out of it.

She wanted to tell her best friend that she loved him. Finally, after all those years of not wanting to admit it. In which she labeled the tender feelings that grew in her over and over again as mere friendly feelings. She finally wanted it. She wanted to love him, but there was a problem; how would she know that he felt the same way? Most likely, he didn’t, and she would ruin with her confession what she was so attached to – their friendship. Y/n was caught in a dilemma, and nothing would help, but to finally take her courage and risk it.

Could she endure it, when he rejected her, and everything would change? Everything she appreciated so much about him then would be dissolved as they drifted apart and there was nothing left of the warmth; a horror scenario.

But what was she supposed to do about these stormy, even urgent feelings that completely captured her thoughts, made her imagine surreal things and clouded her perception? She was no longer herself – not for a long time.

Jaebeom, with those deep eyes that she could look into for hours, had her heart in his hand. Unconsciously, he pressed harder and simply deprived her of the ability to live normally with his closeness. She was so hopelessly in love.

Y/n had to write to him. It was now three weeks in which they had no more contact – it didn't seem like much, but for the young woman it was the world. Each of her nerve cells was tense and not a day went by when she didn't wish to shout it out to him, so she had to make a cut. The young woman needed time to think. The whole weeks boiled down to only one thing – her confession.

So, the young woman had been sitting in front of her smartphone for an hour and camped in the chat of Jaebeom and her. And then when she suddenly saw the online sign, she closed all the windows in shock and threw her head back, staring at the ceiling. She was so hopeless.

Then it had to bring the new day, on which the courage hopefully was coming back. Now it was over. She couldn't. She decided to watch her favorite series, escaping the endless overthinking. The young woman had her day off and since she had nothing to do anyway (and of course wanted to avoid the confession).

She jumped off her sofa, wanted to prepare her favorite tea before she snuggled up in the soft fabric of her couch. The well-known sound of raindrops at her window made her pause. It hadn't rained in a long time. In the small kitchen, she turned on the kettle, but she had to turn on her small lamp beforehand – the sudden rain came with a storm that had suddenly darkened the sky.

No matter what she thought of, it was always Jaebeom. Always him. She felt transported back to the time when she loved someone so much and was shattered by it. She didn't want it to take the same course. y/n didn't want that with him. He knew about it; knew how much she suffered from her relationship at that time. He was always there. His warmth was always there, but at some point, that was no longer enough for her and now she was sitting here, listening to the old kettle, which hissed and chuckled – she found peace in the sounds associated with the rain. The tranquility.

Something about this situation led to an inner peace. Perhaps it was the finite rain that drummed against her windows, drowning out their own racing heartbeat.

A knock on the door tore her out of her thoughts and made her pulse race. She hated it when the doorbell rang or knocked because she wasn't expecting anyone. Silently, she stopped, hoping that whoever was standing outside the door would leave.

It knocked again. The kettle was ready, but her muscles weren't moving. Who the hell knocked on her door? y/n had no contact with any neighbors, and she did not expect any packages. She had only a few friends who knew that she didn’t like it, when they showed up unannounced.

Another knock. She got scared. Who was so intrusive that he was still standing at the door after the first knock? She tried to make quietly sure of this and crept to the door on her cuddly socks.

Only a quick glance through the spy was enough, so she unlocked the door with a racing heart. It was Jaebeom, completely soaked. He stood in front of her. After weeks she saw him again and he looked desperately through the black strands which fell wet in his face. He had been outside in that weather. Reality hit her hard.

"Oh God Jae – come in right away." She scurried him, but he stopped as if he was rooted. She had forgotten their lasting silence for a moment. "I have to ask you something and after that I will never bother you again y/n."

She wanted to answer, wanted to ask how he came up with the idea that he was going to bother her, but nothing came from her lips. Silently she looked at him, clawed into the door frame to keep her trembling hands in check. "Did you notice my feelings and stay away from me because of it?"

"Huh?", it escaped first, since she had not yet processed the question properly. What kind of feelings? She didn't understand anything at that moment. Her brain wasn't working properly, even though she had spent hours searching for the right words before.

"You have already understood me y/n.", it has escaped him louder and more urgently than he had in mind. He was standing in the middle of the hallway, where the neighbors could hear everything. Jaebeom dripped the hallway full.

"I don't know what you mean Jae – I stayed away from you for another reason," she defended herself, completely ignoring the fact that the older man had just indirectly confessed his feelings to her. "Please come in first, you'll catch a cold," she said caringly and dragged the young man by his wet sleeve into her apartment.

"What reason?"

The question had to come, of course. It could not be avoided. The best moment to finally let it out. He was here now and yet she was struggling. She looked at him in despair before turning around. "I'll get you new things that I still have from you – wait a minute."

y/n had no way to leave, because she was stopped by the black-haired man, who suddenly pulled the young woman backwards into his arms. Immediately she got wet, the moisture immediately ran through her clothes, and she should actually be cold – but inside she glowed. "Jaebeom?"

"I love you, y/n. For so long. I can't suppress it anymore. I know I'm destroying our friendship, but I can't", he nuzzled against her sensitive ears, and everything turned up in her. Had she just really heard that? He reciprocated their feelings? Was she dreaming?

"I'm so sorry that I'm destroying the friendship... Don't hate me, please." From his lips came a plea and it made everything in the young woman pull together. He had probably suffered as much as she had in the whole time. He had the same fears as her. His grip on her upper body loosened and finally y/n acted on her own. The young woman turned to him and looked up at him. As if in slow motion, she pushed the wet strands out of his eyes, watching him as he closed his eyes at the gentle touch. A moment of silence in which everything went slowly. Every touch was felt.

"I could never hate you, Jaebeom," whispered the young woman, the rain in the background synchronized with her words. Her fingertips ran over his cheeks, over his chin, on which the beard stubbles cavorted. Delicately her fingers ran over his full lips and very easily the elder returned the pressure against her fingertips; it tingled.

"I avoided you because I felt the same way. My love for you was too strong and I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship."

Jaebeom opened his eyes, looking for confirmation of these words in her eyes. The confession hit him deeply, shook him and he suddenly let himself fall in front of the young woman, clutching her legs while she heard him sobbing quietly.

"And I thought you were loathing me. I – I'm so happy."

y/n let herself sink down to him, pulled him bumpily into her arms – she didn't care that she herself was getting wet. That didn't count now. She wanted to be close to her love. Tears of joy ran down the young woman's cheeks as Jaebeom clung desperately to her. God, he loved her so much. For so long he had suppressed these feelings and was almost broken by them.

Now it was like a dream. He never thought that his hasty actions would lead to them finally coming together. His heart had acted on its own. y/n was now in his arms.

The quiet rain sound and two heartbeats at one were her favorite sound from now on.

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jae-daddy · 3 years

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Not Your Type (1)

jaebum au series

one masterlist

pairing: jaebum x reader(female) genre: roommates, slowburn, mature plot: you and jaebum are new roommates, and sharing with the opposite gender can be difficult. especially with the off-chance that one of them might be into the other and ruin the whole arrangement. luckily, that would never happen with you and jaebum, because you aren't each others type... right? a/n: new fanfic even though I have two ongoing ones. hope y’all like the first part and show it love <3

When you had your entire life planned out for you, everything was suffocating you. You could be sitting in a field with the open sky stretching blue above you, and you'd be drowning in the sunshine. Every breath you took smothered you, no matter what you were doing, where you were.

You were always struggling.

But then you learned the secret to life.

In all honesty, it's pretty simple, just three words that have surrounded you since you were a child: let it go.

Let that toy go, and you won't have to fight with Lily and feel sad anymore.

Let that crush go, and you will stop hurting over someone who doesn't even know you.

Let go of that expectation that isn't even your dream, and you'll be free.

Whenever something is bothering you, you let it go. It is really that simple.

You might not be as successful or wealthy as your younger self and parents had hoped, but you were happy. You could be in the crappiest, smoke-filled apartment and be happy. You didn't mind the loud music, the loud sex, the lazy roommate you had.

It didn't bother you cause you let it go and did not bother you.

But some things you couldn't let go of. For example, your roommate's sleazy boyfriend trying to hook up with you, and when you refuse him, he flips the switch on you. And then your roommate believes him over you when you tell her that he is a creep.

She lets you go, and you let the apartment go.

Now, you were standing outside the apartment of some girl named Jihyo, ready for a new adventure. If anything, this was a gift, a sign, to leave that apartment that drained the energy out of you. You were so convinced that you wouldn't find another place as cheap as that apartment that you never tried.

Your certainty was not misplaced, though. You had spent hours online trying to find an affordable and pleasant place that wasn't a trap by a creep or in worse condition than your last apartment.

Just as you were about to give up, a miracle happened, and you found an apartment in a new building three blocks away.

The rent was thirty dollars cheaper, and the apartment was stunning in the photos. You cyberstalkered Jihyo to make sure she was a real girl and not a catfish.

When you saw her LinkedIn, you were satisfied that this girl was real.

You rang the door of her apartment and waited for her to answer. You looked at your phone and saw you were three minutes earlier than the decided time. And then those three minutes passed, and no one answered the door.

You hesitated and rang the bell again.

You pulled out your phone to message her when the door swung open.

"Hi-" the friendly greeting died off as you took in the male who opened the door. You were expecting Jihyo to answer; maybe this was her boyfriend. You cleared your throat and drew the smile back again, "Hey, is Jihyo home?"

His sharp eyes glared as he took you in, and you unconsciously took a step back. He rose an eyebrow at you in question, and he didn't say anything else. You peered over his shoulder and into the apartment in hopes of seeing Jihyo.

"She's not here," he replied gruffly. You followed his fingers as they ran through his dark wet hair.

"Okay," you averted your gaze down to your phone to avoid his intense stare. You looked at the time and licked your lips nervously, "When will she be back?"

"Three months, maybe," he shrugged nonchalantly, almost leaning on the doorframe.

You just stared at him blankly as your entire world drowned in silence. This has to be a joke.

"Hahaha," you spoke the laugh politely, "You have a good sense of humor. I was supposed to meet her today for the apartment."

"Oh," his brows furrowed together as if something clicked in his mind. He pulled out his sleek black phone from his back pocket and looked up to you, "You're Mark's girlfriend?"

"What?" It was your turn to furrow your brows.

"His sister then?" you stared at him blankly. "Friend?"

"No," you said slowly, as you looked over to the bags and boxes against the wall of the corridor, "I am Mark."

"You are... a girl..." he trailed off, looking up from the luggage you had gestured to. And then his eyes widened as he rushed out quickly, "Shit. Did I misgender you? I am so sorry-"

"No, it's okay-"

"-Nah man, that was stupid of me."

"No, I am a girl."

"And your name is Mark?"

"Actually, that's just my username; it's Bae-Mark."

He started at you for a long time as you held your breath, waiting for him to say something. You looked down the hall towards the elevators and hoped Jihyo would walk through it any moment and solve this whole thing.

"Bae?"

"Before Anyone Else Mark," you muttered, embarrassed. "He's a really talented idol."

The guy in front of you closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. You watched his lips twitch as if he was trying to hold back a laugh.

"We thought your name was Bae Mark." he opened his eyes and pursed his lips.

"That's understandable," you nodded with a tight smile, "I messaged Jihyo my real name after we finished talking."

"I didn't get a notification," you followed his gaze as he frowned at his phone.

"I texted her number, not on the app."

"Oh, right," he drew his lips into a line again.

The elevator dinged open, and you twisted your neck so fast you almost cracked it. You were hoping the girl from the profiles you stalked last night would come out, but it was a couple of middle-aged women who didn't disguise their fascinated stares as they walked by.

"Um, can I come in and wait for her inside?" You looked back at the dark-haired boy.

"She's-- Yeah, come in," he signed, nodding his head. He stepped outside to help pick up your boxes. He weighed it in his arms and looked at you as you picked up the large bags, "How did you get all this here?"

"I bribed a couple of kids fifty bucks and ice cream." You heaved the bag in. You turned back to see him making his way in behind you. "Which way is the room? I'll just put this in there now."

He looked startled and perplexed for a moment, and you almost yelled at him to speak faster as the handles of the bag painfully dug into your skin.

"It's the door on the left, over there," he gestured to the right with his head.

"Thanks," you smiled at him as he gave you a can of coke. You cracked it open, taking a big swig of it, and then tried not to burp as the cold liquid slid down your throat. You looked up to find the guy leaning against the counter, "I didn't get your name."

He looked up to your smiling face and replied with a tight smile, "Im Jaebum."

"I'm y/n," you replied, and he nodded, looking at his can with interest.

The silence fell over you once again, and you wanted to disappear into thin air.

You looked at the door, hoping that Jihyo would walk in any moment.

"So, what time does Jihyo get home usually?" You wanted to ask about his relationship with Jihyo, but you didn't want to overstep your boundaries. You knew he wasn't a roommate here since the ad said you'll only be sharing with one person.

If you had to guess, you'd say boyfriend or brother or a really close friend, from the way he looks completely at home leaning against the marble top counter. And his hair was soaking wet when he opened the door, so he was probably taking a shower here too?

Has to be a boyfriend.

"Actually," he started, licking his lips nervously. You observed him as he physically cringed and continued with a pained expression, "I think there has been a mistake."

Oh god, no.

You were going to lose this house. He had beat you into getting the apartment. That's why he was showering and already knew the way around the place. When the hell did he even get here to be so familiar? Cause last night when you talked to Jihyo, she was happy to have someone finally move in.

And why did he let you move your bags into the room? That psycho, he was probably getting off by making a fool of you.

When you didn't say anything, he continued hesitantly.

"We thought you were a guy," you nod at his words; you had already covered that at the door. But isn't it better for a girl to share with another girl, so what's the problem there?

"And you thought you were going to live with a girl- with Jihyo."

You stared at him as the words sung in.

"I am not living with Jihyo then?" You thought out loud, looking at him confused. And then the realisation hit you, and he must have noticed it because he shot you a distressed look.

You pointed at him, and he nodded.

You bit your lip and let everything sink in. You were going to share an apartment with a boy. A very, very nice apartment, with cheap rent, and a great location.

You took in the male in front of you, and you realised he was gorgeous. You had realised he was attractive the moment he opened the door because you weren't blind. But looking at him carefully, he was beautiful.

He belonged in a magazine cover with his shape features and dark locks curling around his neck. Even in his home clothes, he was undeniably stunning.

So your decision was simple and easy.

"I don't have a problem with it," you told him with a blank expression. You raised your eyebrows at him. "Do you?"

He looked at you for a long moment before scratching the back of his head and stating, "I guess it's okay for a few days."

"Few days?" You frowned. "Would you be uncomfortable with it?"

"N-no," he stammered, looking away as his cheeks flushed pink.

"How about we have a trial period?" You smiled at him to put him at ease. He relaxed slightly at your words. "How about a month? I should be able to find another place in that time if things don't work out."

"Yeah, okay," he nods, staring at his can again. You stare at him curiously. Was he nervous, or was he not interested?

It felt as if the temperature of the room dropped as a cold silence dragged between the two of you.

He wasn't like this a moment ago...

And then you understood the reason for his sudden change.

"You're not my type, by the way, so don't worry about that," you told him, putting him to ease. You took a sip of your coke and looked out the ceiling to floor window. "The view from here must be amazing during nighttime."

You heard shuffling him behind you as he replied, "Yeah, it's pretty good."

You turned back to find him sitting on the barstools, a lot more comfortable now.

So that was it, you thought. It was so easy to guess the issue with the living arrangement. He was scared you were using this opportunity to get it on with him. He was so gorgeous; you don't feel offended by his accusation for a moment. He must have a lot of girls and guys trying to find ways to get closer to him.

But what you said was true too.

Good-looking guys, really handsome guys, were not your type. They were bad news wrapped in gold.

"So who is Jihyo, exactly?" You ask him as he swirls side to side in his chair.

"She's my older cousin sister." He answers, and you think that's all, but he continues. "She's working in the States right now."

"Oh, I thought she came back?" You tilted your head to the side, confused. You were sure you saw recent pictures of her here. Jaebum's eyes widen in fear, and you chuckle, realising how you sound. "Oh my god, I sound like a stalker. Actually, I did stalk her profile last night to make sure she was a real girl person and not a creepy dude luring girls being a catfish."

"Are you calling me a creepy dude?" He askes.

You stared at him and then realised what he was kidding. You chuckle and smirk at him as you answer, "Definitely."

He chuckles, shaking his head, and you realise how easy it might be falling for this guy. He was good-looking, no matter how long you looked at him, and he was soft-spoken and polite.

But you knew boys like him, and you didn't like boys like him.

You get up from your seat after a long moment of silence, "I should go unpack."

"Okay," he nods. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Sure, thanks," you give him a brief smile and walk into your room. You look at the bed and shake your head. It looked like a bed from heaven, as if it was stolen from an ad on tv for the comfiest bed ever.

You look at it longingly for a moment longer before sighing and looking at the boxes, "Work first, relax next."

Jaebum pov:

"Yes, he is very good-looking, Lily."

He didn't want to stand there and eavesdrop, but something about the way she said it stopped him. She said it like being attractive was a bad thing.

Her laugh carried through the wooden door, and he picked up the sarcasm quickly.

"Just because he looks like a work of art, it doesn't change anything," he overheard her say.

He wasn't phased by her words; he had heard all kinds of variations about his looks since he could remember.

But the following words made him frown, "There is no way a guy like him could turn my head. You know I don't like boys--"

Suddenly she laughed, and he smiled wider as he walked towards the bathroom.

He really didn't have anything to worry about.

She was into girls.

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rainy-bangbeom · 2 years

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Less than Innocent | Lim Jaebeom

pairing(s): Lim Jaebeom x Fem!Reader

genre: Fluff, Suggestive

warnings: Lewd humor, suggestive kissing and teasing, slight discussion of insecurities about sex

word count: 645

synopsis: Your sense of humor has always been on the more inappropriate end of things, but Jaebeom soon learns what’s on the outside may not necessarily match that on the inside…

“Wow, Beomie… You’re really good at that.” Jaebeom rolls his eyes at your suggestive comment, inhaling the last bite of his banana before tossing the peel in the trash. He heads into the living room, where you’re still snickering, and drops onto the sofa beside you. You immediately cuddle into his side, allowing easy access for him to playfully ruffle the hair atop your head.

“What are we watching?”

“The Simpsons.” He hums at your reply, finding more interest in his phone than the cartoon on the TV. While attempting a level of Candy Crush, Jaebeom just barely catches the crude joke one of the characters says—not at all surprised when your laughter fills his ears. He finds himself expelling a chuckle before failing his game yet again.

Jaebeom groans, “God, I can’t beat this level. It’s so hard.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Really, babe?” He rolls his eyes at your shameless smirk. “You’re worse than Bambam.”

You chuckle, throwing your leg over Jaebeom’s thigh to straddle his lap. He welcomes your body on top of his with a hand on your waist and thigh, squeezing the flesh when you cutely nuzzle your nose against his.

“I make things interesting…”

“More like you make things sexual.” He quips, pecking a short kiss to your lips. “But you’re right… I love that about you.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“What else do I love about you?” Jaebeom leans his head back to provide more room for your wandering lips against the base of his jaw. “Well, I love how you manage to light up every room with your smile, and how excited you get whenever we order your favorite food…”

Your giggle melts his heart.

“Really? Anything else?”

Jaebeom bites back a malicious smirk before suddenly grabbing your hips and flipping around until your back hits the couch cushions and he’s settled comfortably on top of your form. He feels your body quiver as he trails his hand up the inside of your thigh.

“I love how damn sexy you and your dirty jokes are, and the fact you don’t even realize it—what’s wrong, baby?” At the uneasy expression across your face, Jaebeom immediately pulls away to free your body of his weight. He takes your hands, which he notices are trembling, and shakes his head, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not your fault, Beom.” He watches in confusion as you worriedly naw at your bottom lip. “I should have told you sooner…”

“Tell me what?”

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and shrug, “I’ve, well—I’ve never done… anything like this…”

“So you’re a virgin? That’s totally okay—”

“I’ve never really done anything even remotely sexual, Beom!” Jaebeom finds his heart practically melting at the downcast expression along your features. “I mean—you’re the first guy I ever kissed for goodness sake…”

“Baby…” Jaebeom pulls you into his arms again. Although this time, it’s for a supportive, intimate embrace. “I could care less that you’re inexperienced. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay?” He brushes a strand of hair from your forehead with a soft smile, “And I don’t mind being your first—only if you absolutely want me to though…”

“I’d love for you to be my first, Beomie.” He nestles against your skin as you take his cheeks into your palms. You run your thumb across his cheekbone and chuckle, “Bet you weren’t expecting your dirty-minded girl to be so innocent, huh?”

“Like I said, it doesn’t matter to me.” Jaebeom leans forward to invite your lips into a soft kiss—his heart leaping in delight when he feels you smile against his mouth. With a low chuckle, he pulls back and shoots you a suggestive wink:

“And trust me, babygirl, you may be a virgin… but you’re still far less than innocent.”

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