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blu-joons · 2 years

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Seeing Him After Your Breakup ~ Lim Jaebeom

Your expression was soft as you glanced up, finally noticing hat the sun was beginning to lower. It was a sight that you had never tired of, a sight that you sought plenty of comfort from ever since you found yourself flying solo again, opting to enjoy a chance to relax for a while.

The sight of the sunset didn’t stop Jaebeom from playing on your mind from time to time. It had been a good few months since the two of you had separated, but despite everyone telling you that time was a healer, it didn’t feel that way for you.

Random moments after left you thinking, pondering how different things could be if you had Jaebeom by your side. Enjoying a sunset was something that you always hoped to do with him, but before the two of you got the chance to, you found yourselves going your separate ways, unable to see a way to make your relationship work.

You had found yourself heading to the park ever since, dumping most of your thoughts whilst you watched the sunset it. It was exactly what you needed, especially when one person in particular captured your attention.

“Hey…Y/N?”

You thought your mind was playing tricks with you as a familiar voice called out your name, but as you looked behind you, a familiar face stared down at you. A sheepish smile was on their face, not quite knowing what to do.

“Hi, how are you? You look well.”

“Y-yeah, I’m good, thank you.”

Your heart began to race the moment that your eyes landed on Jaebeom, as the feelings that you had soon came flooding back. Nothing had changed for you, he looked just as you remembered, if not even a little bit better.

“Can I sit?” Jaebeom asked you, “are you watching the sunset too?”

Your head nodded as you shuffled a little to make room for him, “I come down here most evenings after I’ve finished at work.”

“I can see why, it’s great here,” Jaebeom remarked as he took a seat down beside you. “Are you still doing your internship at that office by the café that we liked?”

A lot had changed since the two of you had last seen each other, with plenty to catch one another up on. As you began to tell Jaebeom that you’d ended up securing a job at the office, his smile grew, proud of how hard you had worked.

For a moment all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you, but then he remembered. It felt as if the two of you had never been apart, but at the same time there was months of history behind you both, having never said a word to each other.

“I always knew that that place would want you,” Jaebeom smiled as soon as you finished speaking, “you used to come home with so many compliments.”

You smiled appreciatively back across to Jaebeom, a little uncertain as to how the right way to act around him was anymore. “Thank you,” was all that you ended up saying, choosing to be safe around him.

The two of you soon found yourselves falling silent, both staring across to watch the sunset instead. Your breakup hadn’t left you both hating each other, but it was still the elephant in the room for you both as you tried your best to be civil to one another.

You’d ended up deciding to go your separate ways after you found yourselves at two different stages of your lives. You were a little younger than Jaebeom, and whilst he wanted to think about settling down, you were still pretty keen to head out and explore.

As soon as the fans caught the slightest clue that the two of you were together too, your relationship was pretty doomed. You could never bring yourself to repeat some of the insults that were sent your way, still often hearing a few of them in the back of your mind.

If he could have changed how things would, Jaebeom would in a heartbeat. He hoped that your heart hurt like his did, he hoped that seeing him excited you like the way that seeing you had left him feeling nervous, and hopeful that it wouldn’t be the last time too.

“I’m glad to hear things are going well for you Y/N.”

Your eyes flickered as soon as Jaebeom spoke up, finding yourself listening to everything that he had to say. It had always been one of his favourite things about you, how much you paid attention and always listened to what he had to say.

“I still think about you a lot, I’ve been wondering a lot over the past few months, but I never wanted to reach out and ask,” he told you.

Your head nodded, still a little uncertain as to what to say. As much as you wanted Jaebeom to reach out, you had no idea as to how he felt about you, especially after your breakup too.

“Do you still think about me?”

His question took you slightly by surprise as your body tensed up. “I do,” you sheepishly told Jaebeom, watching as his eyes lit up. “It’s pretty impossible not to think about you when you constantly come up on my TV screens, releasing yet another incredible song.”

Your words made Jaebeom’s heart soar, struggling to control his smile as he listened to you, not wanting to let you see just how touched he was to hear you.

“I always knew that you’d smash it.”

“There’s always felt like there’s one thing missing from that though.”

You knew straight away who Jaebeom was talking about, feeling his stare intensify in your direction. There were so many times when Jaebeom wanted to have you by his side, enjoying the moment with him, but instead he was left wondering where in the world you even were.

“I’m so glad that I came down here tonight, I was thinking of just heading home, but I thought a walk would do me good,” Jaebeom told you, “it’s done me the world of good getting to see you, there’s been so much that I wanted to say to you over these past few months.”

You weren’t quite sure where Jaebeom was going with what he had to say to you until you felt a hand rest over yours. You didn’t react for a few moments, but after realising what Jaebeom was doing, you turned your hand so that it pressed against his.

“Let’s not do anything too quickly,” you warned Jaebeom, “if this is the two of us deciding to at least see each other past tonight, then I don’t want to rush anything Jaebeom. I don’t want a repeat of what happened last time between us.”

“I won’t let that happen, I promise you,” Jaebeom smiled in reply to you. “You have no idea how happy my heart is just being able to see you again Y/N.”

“I never thought I’d see you again,” you admitted, still stunned to see Jaebeom before you.

Although he had gone on to do plenty ever since the two of you separated, he still thought of you, still wished that things could have ended so differently between you both too.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Jaebeom asked you.

Your lips pursed together as you thought momentarily, “that depends, what do you need to know my plans for?”

“It’s for a thing, it’s called a date, didn’t you know? I think we’ve been on one or two before.”

“It seems that I have plans for tomorrow now in that case.”

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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The Collector

(Just for fun 😀 Word count 161)

Jay Park

Management and staff groan inwardly, he posted what?

'Officially collecting bras all over the world, Jay Park aka Mr Won Soju aka The Bra collector.

#newsuperheroname.'

Repercussions! Time to get out the battle gear!

Fuck!

■

Word spread like wildfire, the fans squealed and giggled, the haters and trolls began their March.

Environmental groups demanded, "Do you donate these bras? Or do you throw them in the trash?!".

Women's rights groups are up in arms, "sexist" "chauvinist".

Other Women's groups support the bra throwing craze sweeping the globe.

"He has sexualized himself therefore women are in their rights to throw their lingerie if they so wish!".

Groups of Mothers were not impressed with their daughters wasting their money in such a way.

"Perv" "creep" these words were tossed around like yesterday's salad.

Protesters swarm AOMG, marching and chanting.

Total chaos ensues.

Jay Park monitors the mayhem.

"What the fuck! Why are they on my case? I'm just the collector".

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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What Is Probably the Worst Pep Talk Ever

Request: hi! could i request for a scenario with jay park where his girlf teases him and denies him of skinship (doesn’t hug back or give him kisses) i love the way u write sm, thank u if u choose to write it. also while ure at it im curious whether ur username is inspired by him.

To answer your question, my username is actually inspired by Jay B from Got7! Got7 was actually one of the first groups I stanned :)

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Fluff (Warning: 18+ for language and steamy commentary)

"Are you nervous?" you asked, stepping into the elevator.

"Nervous?" Jay chuckled. "Not even once in my life."

"Am I misremembering?" you hummed, tapping your chin. "Or didn't you say you were nervous the day you asked if we could be exclusive?"

"Well, I mean," he cringed.

"And what about the time when we had first started dating and you said I made you nervous?" you continued.

"You must have dreamed it," he said, fighting the corners of his mouth from turning upward. "Jay Park is never nervous."

"Says the man talking about himself in third person," you laughed. "You still haven't pressed the elevator button by the way."

"Shit," he muttered, stepping forward and furrowing his eyebrows. "What floor did I say we needed to be on again?"

"11 maybe?" you tried. "Maybe if you weren't so nervous, you'd remember."

Shooting you a glare over his shoulder, he stabbed at the appropriate button, and stepped back to stand beside you.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you tucked yourself into Jay's side. He was easily the most self-assured person to ever suffer from self-esteem issues. While the two traits sounded like they shouldn't intermingle, they somehow did. He liked to play at being cocky and keep his image intact, but you were the one who saw him lose sleep over some of his daily decisions. It had become one of your sole missions in life to make sure that he knew a healthy amount of worry was okay. He didn't have to conquer the world every time he stepped foot out of his door.

"Who all is supposed to be at this thing?" you sighed, adjusting your outfit.

"A lot of industry people," Jay grumbled. "A lot of people I need to impress."

"Is it a need or a want?" you asked, looking at him from your periphery. Judging by the little wrinkle in between his brows, you weren't sure if he was even listening. "Jay?"

Shaking off his trance, he turned to you with wide eyes. "Yeah?"

"You didn't hear me, did you?" you grinned.

As you spoke, the elevator finally stopped at your desired floor and started to slide open. Wrapping his fingers around yours, Jay took a deep breath. You could immediately feel the sweat coating his palms.

"I say this with love," you whispered as you moved forward into the hallway. "Please, please, wipe your hands on your jeans."

"Y/N," he hissed. Taking his hand from yours, he wiped helplessly at his thighs. "My palms don't sweat."

"Then they're crying."

Taking another deep breath through his nose, Jay placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned in. "Have I ever told you that you are the cutest, most fucking impossible person I have ever met?"

Spinning away from him, you grinned. "Have I ever told you that when you're worried about something, you clench your jaw? It's kind of hot but can't be great for your teeth."

"For the love of God," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Could you please just support me here?"

"Why?" you asked, fake confusion coating your features. "Are you nervous?"

If looks could kill, you would be dead on the floor. Finally conceding, you reached forward to weave your fingers through his. "Baby, being nervous isn't a bad thing. It just means that something important is happening."

"Fine!" he gasped. "You caught me! Jay Park is actually stressed the fuck out!"

"Third person-"

"Y/N," he deadpanned.

"Okay, okay," you cooed, patting him carefully on the chest. "What has you stressed out?"

Glancing over his shoulder and toward the sounds of the party you were supposed to attend, he looked back at you. "Do we really have to do this right now?"

"No one is going to hear you admitting your weaknesses," you chuckled. "Just tell me what's going on in your head."

"Okay, for one, I don't have weaknesses, so let's establish that right here and fucking now."

"Of course, baby."

He rolled his eyes and began to pout. "I just...don't want to look stupid."

"You know you're the best at what you do," you nodded in what you hoped was encouragement. "Even if you do make yourself look stupid, you always save it somehow."

"But these people, Y/N," he clucked, shaking his head. "They're next level. Investors I need, executives that could have a lot to say about my next moves-"

"And so what?" you asked. "You may not be the tallest in the room, or the most well-spoken, but-"

"Ay! Ay! Ay!" he grunted. "You are shit at pep talks, you know that?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, which in turn made him give you a reluctant smile. "You have you're short-"

"Watch it."

"Shortcomings," you asserted. "But everyone does. You overcome yours every time."

"Yeah, I do, don't I?"

"You do," you smiled. "I know you're your own biggest fan and I'm likely the second biggest. Let me step into that number one spot and have your back tonight."

"Pfft, unnecessary," he chuckled. "Even if I'm struggling, I still got me."

"Of course!" you huffed. "So silly of me to even suggest otherwise!"

Pulling you into him, Jay wrapped his arms around your waist, and nuzzled his face into your neck. "Look at you with that big, sexy brain. Making all of the sense in the world."

"More like stroking your ego in the precisely correct locations," you laughed, scrubbing your fingers across the back of his scalp.

"You can stroke me in other ways tonight," he whispered, biting playfully at your ear.

Moving to face you, he leaned forward to attempt a kiss. Naturally, you turned away. His lips met your cheek, causing him to groan.

Laughing, you turned toward him again, and pulled him in by the shoulders. Smiling up until the moment your lips met, you allowed yourself to get caught up in the man that drove you crazy. In true Jay fashion, he slid his hand down to give a tight squeeze to your butt, causing you to squeak in alarm.

"I think I'm ready now," he hummed. "You?"

"I've been ready," you said quietly. "I was just waiting for you to be too."

#jay park #park jaebeom #aomg #jay park fic #jay park drabble #jay park scenario #jay park oneshot #jay park x reader #jay park aomg #h1ghrmusic

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spacequokka · 1 year

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JB.one

Prompt: “Come over here and make me.”

Being a brat was kind of your job. You were supposed to resist his orders and disobey, right? And you’d be damned if you didn’t do it well. Because right now, Jaebeom was staring at you with his tongue tucked in his cheek, eyebrows pinched together as you rubbed BamBam’s thigh.

BamBam wasn’t even paying attention. Something on his phone was more important. But it didn’t matter. Jaebeom saw you, and that’s all that mattered.

Jaebeom crossed his arms and slouched a little more. “Hey, _____. You’re being a bad girl.”

“Oh, am I?” You licked your lips and leaned closer to BamBam, finally getting his attention.

“You must want me to punish you. Hands off,” Jaebeom sat up, “or I’ll put you over my knee.”

BamBam stiffened. “Uh, should I leave?”

“No, no.” You patted his thigh before giving it a squeeze. “You’re fine.” You pecked his cheek, then looked at Jaebeom. “Come over here and make me.”

Jaebeom didn’t bat an eye, rising from his chair. “Gladly.”

#got7 drabble #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #jay b x reader #jay b x you #jaebeom x reader #jaebeom x you #jay b drabbles #jay b scenarios #jay b imagines

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years

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1:01 am

Im Jaebeom x female reader / 503 words / angst / fluff

Warnings: cursing, miscommunication, mentions of anxiety

66. “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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It was late, but you were hoping your boyfriend would return home soon. He had moved companies to finally create the music he wanted without being constantly criticized for his unique taste. It was one of the happiest you had ever seen Jaebeom, even though he would be parting from the boys for a bit to create music alone, he knew it would be worth it and you would be there to support him until they returned.

You opened Twitter to see a shocking headline, ‘GOT7’s JB seen at the airport to move to the US after signing with Universal Records’. You felt your body begin to shake with anxiety. It had been a few days since you last saw Jaebeom since he was at the company making music, but you never once thought he would leave for the States without telling you? You jumped up from your shared bed, grabbing your jacket and purse and running out the door. You looked like a mess yet you could care less. You knew he had signed with Universal Records after leaving JYP, but moving to another continent? He wouldn’t, not without telling you.

You tried calling him over and over again, only to be met by his answering tone each time, “What the fuck is going on JB?” You quickly made your way into this company building, scanning your pass before moving towards the elevator to find which room he was in, hoping to god he actually wasn’t at the airport.

“Jaebeom! JB! Where are you?” You cried, feeling the hot tears rolling down your pink cheeks, “Baby, where are you? Please tell me you didn’t actually leave,” You continued to sob as you fell to the ground in the hallway.

You heard a door open before a pair of hands were placed on your back and then wrapped around you, “Y/N? Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s so late. Are you okay? Why are you crying baby?” You lifted your head to see your boyfriend staring down at you with panic in his eyes as he examined your face to make sure you weren’t hurt.

You threw yourself into his chest, tightly holding onto him as if he was to leave and never come back, “Please don’t leave! I saw the headline of you leaving to the States and you didn’t answer my calls.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” He hugged you even tighter, wanting to show you how sorry he was, “That was a rumor the media outlets made up since I was at the airport recently to get a new passport for when we go and visit Mark next. I wouldn’t just leave like that, especially without telling you,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you sniffled up at him.

“Please never leave me. I’ve never been so scared in my life,” You tried your best not to cry anymore.

Jaebeom smiled down at you before placing a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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- Admin 🦋

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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𝕊𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤 😴 579 ~ Angst ~ Fluff ~ Interracial Relationship ~ Jaebeom has to leave for a little while

ᴸⁱˢᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ 'ᵂʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᔆˡᵉᵉᵖ ᴬᵗ ᴺⁱᵍʰᵗ' ᵇʸ ᴼᶠ ᴹⁱᶜᵉ & ᴹᵉⁿ

She stared at him through blurry eyes as he moved about the bedroom getting himself dressed. He had no clue that she was awake, watching his every move in silence. It was nothing new, a sight that she has seen a million times and yet...it still hurt. He was leaving, again. Her eyes burned and he pulled a fresh shirt over his head and for a moment their brown eyes locked with each other’s. She quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, maybe he would leave her alone.

Jaebeom froze the moment he saw Y/N staring at him from her place in his large bed. The white sheets seemed to cast a cold glare on her dark skin as she quickly closed her eyes and he swallowed thickly. Were those tears? Jaebeom looked at the clock on the nightstand and bite the inside of his cheek...he could spare a few minutes. Removing his shirt, Jaebeom placed it on the dresser and ran a hand through his hair. He walked over to the bed and crawled up to Y/N’s motionless body.

“Y/N...” Jaebeom spoke softly and Y/N was quick to hide her face into her pillow. Jaebeom sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist before he pulled her into his chest. Hot tears seared his bare chest as Y/N cried silently. Wordlessly, Jaebeom smoothed a hand over her red cheetah print bonnet and Y/N’s cries grew louder. Jaebeom started to hum softly as he tightened his hold on her and he felt his own eyes start to burn as they started to tear up. “I won’t be gone long, Y/N... please little lady, don’t cry.”

Y/N didn’t mean to cry, she had tried so hard to hold her tears in until after Jaebeom left, she really did. Jaebeom cupped Y/N’s cheek and tried to force her to look at him, but she wasn’t having it. “Pretty little lady with the swollen eyes won’t you show them to me?” At Jaebeom’s soft words, Y/N slowly allowed Jaebeom to lift her face. He saw the sadness in her eyes, and it broke his heart. “I love you.” Jaebeom lent down and pressed his lips to Y/N’s trembling ones. The kiss was tainted by her tears, but Jaebeom didn’t care. He would miss this, miss Y/N more than anything in the whole world and he wanted to make sure she understood that.

Y/N clung to Jaebeom and drank in all he had been willing to give in their short time left together. The skin on skin, lips to lips...neither could tell where one body started and the other ended. Jaebeom smiled as he stared at Y/N’s sleeping figure. Her face was swollen from sleep and tears, but to Jaebeom she still looked just as beautiful as any other day. He didn’t want to leave but he heard his phone vibrating on the dresser. He knew it was one of the guys if not all of them blowing up his phone. Placing a final kiss to Y/N’s forehead, Jaebeom got out of bed and redressed himself before he slipped out of the apartment. He sighed as he answered the missed call from Mark. It was only two months, he could last for two months away from Y/N.

Jaebeom rubbed at his chest, his heart beat painfully in his chest as the weight of Y/N’s love weighed him down. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes…” Jaebeom informed Mark and he was quick to hang up before the older man could question Jaebeom more.

#swollen eyes #soc jaebeom #got7 #lim jaebeom #kpop ambw #interracial relationship #jaebeom x black!reader #got7 angst #got7 fluff #got7 drabble #exqueuese me

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sugarushsuga · 2 years

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100 Followers drabble Game

Hello lovelies,

About two weeks ago I reached the 100 followers milestone. But because real life is just being really overwhelming, I couldn’t celebrate it. I’m still navigating the chaos, but things are getting better.

I have a few wips that I’m working on or editing, but since I need a little more time to finish them up, I don’t have anything scheduled to be posted for the upcoming weeks so, I decided to celebrate the milestone opening my requests for a drabble game.

Please read the rules bellow.

Requests will be open from August 4th to August 26th.

I’ll be posting the drabbles as I finish them.

I’ll only take requests from the 100 ways to say I love you list.

You can pick a member from GOT7 or BTS (these are the groups I write for).

Please pick only one number per request.

I want to complete the list so if I get more than one request for the same number, I’ll pick the one who is more interesting to me to write it (I may write more than one if I really like the ideas).

You may request a specific au. (i.e., Soulmates, vampire, Royal, idol verse, etc.)

All requests will be fluff, there may be smut or a little angst but all of them FLUFF.

If you want to see more about any of my existing characters you can pick them too, just let me know (i.e.: IYOW-Namjoon, GOT House-Mark, etc.)

You may also request something from a couple of one of my wips that have yet to be announced or released, bellow is a list of all the existing and the non-released ones:

Existing characters:

GOT House – All members

Possibly- Jaebum

GTSZAbAHaGV-Vampire Yoongi (wherever you go)

Wail – Royal Hoseok

IYOW – Journalist Namjoon

Idol verse - all members GOT7 and BTS

Non released WIP:

Royal BTS – 7 Kingdoms (Series on hiatus)

Untiled – Gosht! AU – Yoongi

PF – Fake dating -Jungkook

Untitled – arranged marriage – Jimin

Untitled – Mafia - Hoseok

Requests your Drabble - please don’t forget the number

Thanks,

Mell ♥

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hamsterclaw · 4 months

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Humbug

Bangtan Christmas 2023 drabble 1 - read the rest here.

Paediatrician Dr Jung Hoseok is beloved by all his patients and everyone he works with. Unfortunately, his cheerful demeanour is only a front, underneath it all, he's a humbug.

Pairing: Hoseok x f! reader

Genre: Paediatrician Hoseok, social worker reader, fluff, smut

Rating: 18+

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, medical emergencies

Hoseok looks up from the computer screen at the sound of his name. His eyes take a moment to adjust, the screen’s the brightest light in the otherwise darkened paediatric ward.

The nurse, Jihyo, holds out a mug of coffee, just how he likes it.

Hoseok accepts gratefully, stares at the words on the side of the mug.

Big patience for little patients.

He blinks, indifferent, and goes back to prescribing.

His phone rings, muted because it’s 3am but he can hear it loud and clear.

He lifts it to his ear. ‘Dr Jung,’ he says by way of greeting.

‘You’re needed in the ER,’ comes the crisp tone of the ER charge nurse.

Hoseok sighs, doesn’t bother to ask why. ‘I’ll be there in 5.’

He hangs up, signs the chart and gulps the rest of his coffee, scorching his tongue and the roof of his mouth but preferring the burn to the desolate pang of his empty stomach.

The dry sandwich he’d bolted at 6pm the day before is nothing but a distant memory, churning its partially digested way through his intestines.

He takes a shortcut to the ER, cutting through the works alley between buildings.

Ironic that he has to pass the unofficial smoker’s alley to get fresh air.

Kim Namjoon, his friend and the resident cardiothoracics surgeon, nods and waves a vape pen at him in greeting.

Hoseok lifts a hand back, pushes the back entrance door open that someone’s propped open with a brick, hospital security be damned, re-enters the hospital next to the mortuary.

He glances askance at the double doors. It always makes him feel a little twitchy passing the morgue in the early hours of the morning.

He reminds himself he’s a grown adult as he picks up the pace, allows himself a little sigh of relief as he turns the corner and sees the bright lights of radiology.

He’s greeted by a cacophony of noises as he enters the ER, monitors beeping, people barking out instructions, distant sirens as ambulances pull up to the drop off.

He narrows his eyes against the fluorescent white strip lighting, looking around for the charge nurse’s familiar navy tunic.

He spots her by the resus bay, grimaces a bit at the carnage from a trauma that hasn’t been cleaned up.

‘Called for a paediatric consult?’

The charge nurse nods, brisk, waves an arm in the vague direction of the paediatric area.

‘15 year old, intoxicated.’

With that she’s off, and Hoseok trudges away.

The atmosphere in the paediatric area is less jarring, not so much because of the cheerful murals on the walls, but because it’s quieter, less hectic.

Hoseok assesses a teenager in a glittery jumpsuit who smells so strongly of alcohol and hairspray he reminds him of his own high school leaving prom.

He does an assessment, makes the mistake of asking the teen if he wants a drink on his way out of the exam room.

The teen chortles gleefully.

‘Yeah, gin and tonic, hold the tonic!’

Hoseok rolls his eyes as he exits.

He’s looking for a free computer to write up his notes when there’s movement in the periphery of his vision.

‘Need a computer?’ you ask.

Hoseok blinks to wake himself up. You’re way too pretty considering the early hour. Judging by your attire, more casual than smart, your carelessly styled hair, he makes an educated guess.

‘Are you with social services?’

‘Y/N, duty social worker,’ you confirm, nodding towards the exam room he’s just exited. ‘Jaebeom’s one of ours.’

‘Yeah?’ Hoseok asks. ‘I’m Hoseok, paediatrics. I’m admitting him until he sobers up.’

You nod. ‘His foster carer can pick him up in the morning, she’s got another child that she needs to drop off at school.’

You look around, yawning delicately behind your hand. ‘Is there a place to get coffee around here at this time?’

There’s an on-call room waiting for him, a bed, but Hoseok doesn’t hesitate.

‘If you have five minutes for me to write up my notes, I can take you to the lounge?’

You give him a look he doesn’t bother to interpret, it’s now 4am and if you say no he can always go to bed.

‘Yeah,’ you say. ‘Thanks.’

Hoseok types up his notes with you sitting in one of the empty chairs in the otherwise deserted paediatric department.

When he logs off he’s amused to find you engrossed in sorting shapes to slot into a sphere.

‘I can give you a few more minutes if you want,’ he says, dry.

You laugh. ‘I’ll be quicker once I’ve had caffeine.’

You follow him down the corridor towards the main hospital to the lounge.

Hoseok swipes his ID badge, pushes the door open.

You take in the ancient mismatched couches, the big screen TV, the tiny kitchenette with the top-of-the-line coffee machine, the chipped mugs drying next to the sink.

‘So this is how doctors roll, huh?’ you say.

Hoseok laughs. ‘Yeah baby, stick with me and I’ll show you a good time.’

He waggles his eyebrows, and you burst out laughing.

Hoseok’s struck by your smile and the way your eyes light up. He clears his throat, tells himself to stop staring at you like a creep.

‘Latte?’ he offers, picking up the nicest mug he can see.

‘Yeah, thanks,’ you say.

You’re fishing in your bag, emerging with a half-opened package of cookies.

He exchanges your coffee for a cookie, gestures to one of the couches.

He’s not expecting you to sit next to him, there’s plenty of space, but after a moment, you choose the seat beside him.

You sip your coffees in silence.

‘Been busy?’ you ask.

‘Yeah, a little,’ Hoseok replies.

Up close like this, he can see the tiny piercings in your ear, the gleam of gold through the fall of your hair.

Again, he pulls himself together with effort.

‘Have you been busy?’ he asks.

You stretch a little. ‘Yeah. We’re short-staffed, like always. Also something about the cold weather makes people be shits to each other.’

Hoseok’s not surprised. Winter’s always hard, fuck Christmas spirit and all that jazz.

‘I hear you,’ he says.

You sip your coffee, offer him another cookie which he accepts.

Your phone rings in your bag, you glance at him as you fish your phone out.

‘Duty calls,’ you say ruefully. ‘Thanks for the coffee.’

Hoseok’s about to bid you goodbye when you lean towards him, close, thumb brushing a corner of his mouth so quickly he barely registers it before you’re pulling your hand away.

‘Crumbs,’ you say. There’s the tiniest twinkle in your eye.

Hoseok’s voice comes out raspy as he says, ‘Thanks.’

‘See you around, doc.’

You’re not waiting for an answer, shouldering your bag, tossing him one last look on your way out.

Hoseok leans back against the couch, willing his heartrate to decelerate.

Outside, the darkest part of the night’s just about over.

***

Hoseok’s working hard to keep his bright smile on today.

He’s had a parent ask him if he has kids and then tell him he couldn’t possibly understand how precious their child is, as he doesn’t have children of his own.

He got an email from a conference he’s applied to saying due to the huge number of applicants, his abstract wasn’t selected for presentation.

His intern, Hyunjin, seems to be on a mission to aggravate him as much as possible.

‘We need a derm consult,’ Hyunjin tells him at the end of presenting the patient he’s just seen.

Hoseok closes his eyes briefly, desperately summoning what remains of his rapidly dwindling stores of patience.

‘Why do we need a derm consult, Dr Park?’ he tries not to bark.

‘This patient has verrucas.’

Hoseok blinks, takes a breath.

‘This patient needs nebulised albuterol and oxygen and an admission to paediatrics. The verrucas can wait until he gets better and the mom can stop by a pharmacy for some over-the-counter verruca treatment.’

Hyunjin stares at him.

‘He’s satting in the low nineties,’ Hoseok points out, words coming out brisk, staccato. ‘I can hear him wheezing from here.’

The ER nurse behind Hyunjin’s already tutting and prepping the neb.

‘Was there anything else, Hyunjin?’ Hoseok asks, getting up, staring at the rapidly expanding list of patients waiting for a paediatric consult.

His phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket with a sigh.

‘Dr Jung,’ he says.

‘Is that Hoseok?’

The voice is vaguely familiar, but he can’t place it.

‘Depends who’s asking,’ he snaps.

‘It’s Y/N, the social worker. You got me coffee last week at 4am?’

Hoseok has a flash of a memory, of your hand on his face.

‘Shit, sorry,’ he says, running a hand through his hair, already sticking straight up in all directions, courtesy of the shitty haircut he got in the barbershop on his way in.

‘Rough day, huh?’ you say, the sympathy in your voice making warmth bloom in his chest.

‘Yeah.’

‘I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner after work today,’ you ask, no preamble, so direct Hoseok takes a moment to process.

‘I’d love to,’ he says. ‘I don’t get off until 8, though.’

‘I finish at 8 too,’ you say. ‘That works for me.’

You exchange numbers, and you promise to text him details.

‘Hope your day gets better, Dr Jung,’ you say, the teasing note in your voice making him smile, genuinely, for the first time, today.

‘It already is,’ he says.

He’s still smiling when he hangs up.

‘Hoseok,’ comes a voice from behind him.

Hoseok raises a brow inquiringly at Hyunjin, who, inexplicably, is still standing there.

‘About the verrucas,’ begins Hyunjin.

‘Nope,’ Hoseok says, pleasantly, still smiling.

He brushes past Hyunjin and picks up the next consult.

***

It’s ten to eight and thank fuck for that, because Hoseok’s had enough of today.

He’s getting changed out of the scrubs he was forced to change into after he was projectile vomited on by a chubby 10 month old, grateful he has spare clothes in his locker, when the door to the changing rooms opens.

Hoseok pauses, shirtless, hands on the tie of his scrubs bottoms.

Hyunjin blinks at him.

‘Nice abs, boss,’ he says.

Hoseok eyes both the fluffy white tee he was about to change into and the scrubs top he’s just discarded, questioning why he ever thought going into medicine was a good idea.

He grits his teeth.

‘Yes, Hyunjin?’

‘There’s a blue light call - breathless five year old, ETA 3 minutes.’

‘Jisoo is on tonight, let her know,’ Hoseok replies. ‘Also, close the door, damnit.’

Hyunjin looks surprised at the three medical students who have clustered behind him, all of whom are staring at Hoseok wide-eyed.

‘Jisoo’s going to be twenty minutes late, something about a train breakdown?’

Hyunjin’s got the wisdom to stay out of Hoseok’s reach.

Hoseok’s hand lands on his soft t-shirt, longingly.

With a sigh, he bypasses it and reaches for his scrubs top, pulling it over his head.

‘I’ll be right there,’ he says.

***

By the time Hoseok’s assessed the breathless patient and handed over to an apologetic Jisoo, the time on the clock on the wall says 9pm.

Hoseok pulls his phone out, dials your number.

You answer on the first ring.

Without waiting for him to say anything, you say, ‘The food’s still hot, I took the liberty of ordering for you. Are you on your way?’

Hoseok breathes out, a sigh of relief so profound he feels lightheaded.

‘Marry me,’ he says. ‘I’ll be there in ten.’

He gets dressed in record time, emerges out of the carnage of the ER like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

You’re the first person he sees when he gets to the restaurant, and you’re the best thing he’s seen all day.

He greets you with a hug and a cheek kiss that you weren’t expecting, judging by the shy smile on your pretty face.

‘I —’ you start, then you stop, adorably flustered.

‘You’re beautiful,’ Hoseok says. ‘I’ve been looking forward to this all day.’

‘I was just going to say I ordered tempura that’s on its way,’ you say.

‘I’m sorry I’m so late,’ Hoseok says. He’s got his hand on yours on the table without any memory of how it got there, but he likes the feel of it.

‘Make it up to me,’ you say, easy.

‘I’m going to do my best,’ he promises.

***

At least four people have seen Hoseok’s bare chest today, but you’re the only person he cares about impressing, at least right at this moment.

Because holy fuck, you’re beautiful, pressed tight to him on your poky couch, mouth on his, lips and teeth clashing as he kisses you over and over.

You’re making noises that are driving him slightly crazy, making him feel hot and desperate, and he has to stop himself from looking at your tits in that black bra or he’s going to embarrass himself.

Shit.

Your hand’s slid down, brushing over his dick, and he’s so hard already he has to will himself not to nut right now.

He tugs experimentally at the strap of your bra, and when you don’t protest he tugs it down, cups the weight of your left breast.

God, you feel so good. Soft, warm, exposed nipple begging to be kissed.

He runs his thumb over your areola, a slow pass.

The low moan you let out gives him the confidence to scrape the tip of his nail over the peak of your breast.

‘God, take it off, Hoseok,’ you tell him, and Hoseok’s sure as hell not going to make you ask twice.

He slides a hand around your bare back, unhooks your bra, can’t stop himself from looking.

His dick, already trying to stand at attention in its denim prison, twitches at the sight of your bared breasts.

Hoseok’s trying to remember what colour briefs he has on, if it’ll be obvious when he takes his jeans off that he’s leaking precum just from looking at your tits.

Then you cup the length of him over his jeans, and he finds he doesn’t give a fuck.

Your skirt’s ridden up, your thighs part under his hand encouragingly.

You’re so soft Hoseok can’t suppress a groan.

He hooks a couple fingers under the gusset of your panties, tugs, and your hand lands on his.

Hoseok looks up, hand stilling.

Hoseok’s been told that he has a gorgeous smile, but just at this moment, you’re the one who’s blinding him.

‘You can touch,’ you say, voice husky, teeth in your bottom lip.

‘Yeah?’ Hoseok asks, his own voice raspy, dropped low.

‘Yeah.’

‘Can I taste?’

You help him tug your panties down, over the curve of your ass that he can’t resist squeezing.

He tugs the flimsy cotton down your thighs, helps you slide a leg out.

He realises, belatedly, that you never answered his question, but you don’t seem to mind as he bends down, flicks his tongue against your pretty cunt.

Damn, you sound even prettier when he’s eating you out.

Hoseok licks into your folds, nudges your clit.

He doesn’t have any hangups about giving head, especially not in a girl like you who seems to enjoy everything he’s doing.

‘Shit, Hoseok,’ you moan, breathless, eyes squeezed shut.

He pushes a finger into you, curls it, and you cry out so loudly his cock hardens even more.

He tugs at the button fly of his jeans, loosening them for a little relief.

‘Please tell me you have a condom,’ you plead, voice thick, so sexy Hoseok can’t believe you’re under him like this.

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘Why don’t you come and I’ll fuck you?’

‘Fuck me now,’ you tell him.

Hoseok seals his lips around your clit, flicks his tongue, slips another finger into you, scissoring, pressing, slow, making every movement count.

‘Hoseok!’

He doesn’t reply, because he can tell by the way your thighs are shaking that you’re close.

He just needs another minute.

He doesn’t know if you’ve realised that your fingers are in his hair, pulling, but he’s taking it as a positive.

He keeps doing what he’s doing with his tongue, because you seem to like it.

Your cunt tightens around his fingers, you call his name again, buck your hips into his face, and Hoseok doesn’t even need you to tell him you’re coming because he can feel you pulsing, can hear it in your voice, can feel the way everything tightens as you reach your peak.

It’s the hottest thing he’s seen in a while.

Fuck.

Hoseok draws himself out of jeans, takes himself in hand, pumps once.

You haven’t forgotten him.

‘Get inside, Hoseok,’ you say, and as he fishes the condom out of his jeans you flip it out of his grasp and rip it with your teeth.

Hoseok closes his eyes as you squeeze the tip and roll it onto his dick, concentrating on not coming in your grasp.

You push him back onto the couch, get on top of him, and Hoseok could weep at the view.

Your hair’s a mess, your lips bitten and flushed, and goddamn, your tits need to be in a museum.

He doesn’t realise he’s said that last bit out loud until you burst out laughing.

‘Shut up, Hoseok,’ you tell him, but you’re still riding him so there’s that.

Hoseok grabs your hips, helps you move even though you’re doing a pretty damn good job already.

‘You like this, Hoseok?’ you ask.

Hoseok flexes his cock inside you. ‘Yeah,’ he says.

‘I like it too.’

‘Yeah?’

You lean forward, tits bouncing in front of his face, and Hoseok thinks that if he died right now, smothered in between your breasts, he wouldn’t mind one bit.

‘Go on, baby, take what you want,’ you say.

Hoseok bucks his hips hard, up into the wet warmth of your cunt, tugs your head down to kiss you deep, open-mouthed, and comes with a groan, deep in his chest.

Bliss.

***

Hoseok wakes in a bed he doesn’t remember getting into, a bedroom that he finds soothing, with its neutral colours and soft sunlight filtering in the crack between the curtains.

There’s an arm flung across his chest, the soft curve of a breast against his chest.

You’re turned away, boneless, in a deep sleep.

His incorrigible cock stirs as he takes in the line of your back, down to the tempting curve of your ass.

He spots the clock on the wall, groans when he realises he should really be up now if he wants to get to work on time.

You’re still dead asleep even after he’s fully dressed, splayed out in the sheets, gloriously naked.

Hoseok pulls the duvet over your bare shoulder, resists the urge to kiss your upturned cheek, and makes sure the door’s locked behind him as he leaves.

***

Hoseok tightens his scarf around his neck as he waits for you at the entrance to the Christmas market you’ve managed to convince him to accompany you to.

The fact is, he hates the cold, he thinks all Christmas markets are gimmicky and overpriced, and after a run of incredibly busy shifts, he’d much rather be in bed with you right now than here.

Hoseok sidesteps neatly as he’s approached by a jovial couple dressed as Father Christmas and Mrs Klaus.

He’s about to pull his phone out to check on you when you hurry up to him, tuck your arm in his.

‘Hobi! You weren’t waiting long, were you?’

Hoseok looks at your bright smile and can’t bring himself to say anything other than ‘no, not long.’

Your lips are cold, but the kiss you plant on his cheek, next to his mouth, goes a long way towards improving his mood.

He doesn’t even give the three elves handing out tiny candy canes a dirty look.

‘Crepes?’ you suggest, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the longest queue is in front of the crepe stand.

‘Sure,’ Hoseok agrees.

You get in line and immediately turn to him, sliding your arms around his waist, under his coat.

‘How’ve you been?’ you ask.

Hoseok and you have met up a couple times over the last three weeks, enough that he’s left a spare shirt and some toiletries at your place.

You’re sweet, and fun, and he hopes you like him as much as he’s starting to like you.

‘I’m better now,’ he says, just so he can admire the glow of your smile.

‘You’re cheesy,’ you say, but the brightness in your eyes tells him you don’t mind.

‘Nah,’ Hoseok replies. ‘You dragged us to this Christmas market, I know you’ve got your eye on one of those tacky reindeer tree ornaments, you don’t get to call me cheesy.’

‘I like the blue one,’ you say, conceding so easily Hoseok has to smile.

‘Wait here, I’ll go and get it,’ he says.

‘What crepe do you want?’ you ask, as he pulls away.

‘Surprise me,’ he tells you.

Hoseok walks over to the ornament stall you’ve been eyeing for the past five minutes, picks out the blue ornament, hesitates over the collection of tiny gold Christmas bauble earrings.

He makes a decision, pays, shoves his purchases into his coat pocket and walks back to you.

You hold a crepe out to him, and he accepts with a ‘thanks’, taking the warm paper-wrapped bundle out of your hand and taking a bite.

The warm melted chocolate floods his taste buds, and he tries not to moan at the gooey sweetness of it.

‘Good, right?’ you ask. ‘Worth the wait.’

You’re not waiting for an answer, skipping ahead, heading for the chestnuts and hot chocolate like you’re a walking Christmas cliche.

Hoseok follows behind you. He finds he doesn’t really mind.

***

You stick your key in the lock, unlock the door to your apartment, don’t bother with the lights before you turn around and slide your hands up Hoseok’s chest, fingers tucked under the lapels of his coat.

Hoseok doesn’t have a lot to say, not when you’re looking up at him, lips pouted for a kiss.

He slips a hand around the back of your neck, cupping your head, and tilts his head down to yours.

‘Mmmm,’ you murmur. ‘You taste like chocolate.’

Hoseok leans down again, kisses you deep, tongue sliding into your mouth.

‘It’s cold,’ he says. ‘Warm me up.’

He’s only half-serious, having you pressed against him like this is doing a hell of a job of warming him up.

The wicked gleam in your eye gets him the rest of the way.

‘Come on. Want to take a bath?’ you ask.

Hoseok makes out with you in front of the mirror in your bathroom whilst the tub fills, is a short second away from guiding his cock between your legs when you pull away, bend over in front of him to test the temperature.

‘Get in,’ you say, and Hoseok’s always been good at following instructions.

He slides into the warm heat of the bath, groans at the feel of it, reaches out to steady you as you climb in on top of him, right into his lap, impatient like he feels.

You look so good bare and wet like this, the steam making tendrils of your hair curl against your neck, the tops of your breasts visible above the water line. Hoseok hadn’t thought he could get any harder but he does.

‘Sit on me,’ he says, and there’s a slosh of water, wet skin against wet skin, and then the slippery warmth of your cunt, taking him in.

The tips of your breasts jiggle in front of him as you move, and between the tightness of your walls around him and the prettiness of your moans, Hoseok’s in heaven.

He slips a hand around your hips, helping you ride him, and curls his hand around your breast, lifting it out of the water so he can suck.

You cry his name as he flicks his tongue over your nipple, and Hoseok squeezes the flesh of your hip, tight, under the water.

Your rhythm’s erratic but it’s making the pleasure build, short, tight circles of your hips against his.

‘Hoseok,’ you moan.

‘Yeah?’ he mumbles, lips around the peak of your breast.

He flexes his cock inside you, hums in satisfaction at the way your face goes slack, eyes half closed.

Shit, you look so pretty in the throes of pleasure.

Hoseok slides a hand up, fingers curling around your neck, thumb pressed into the hollow between your collarbones.

Your voice is hoarse now, raspy like his, as he urges, ‘Go on, take it.’

He presses down, you gasp, and lose your rhythm entirely as you come around his cock, walls spasming around him.

Hoseok takes over, fucking you through it, hardening until he comes with a low grunt.

Wet, slick, warm.

You’re tired, he can tell, the way you’re slumping against his chest.

‘Come on,’ he says. ‘I’ll wash us off.’

He coaxes you into your shower with him, soaps over the marks he’s made on your skin, wraps you into a towel.

By the time you’re both in bed, you’re more asleep than awake.

‘Work tomorrow?’ you ask.

‘I’m working,’ Hoseok tells you. ‘Want me to set an alarm for you?’

He doesn’t get an answer, you’re asleep on his chest already.

He should get up, switch some lights off, but a moment later, he’s asleep too.

***

Hoseok never thought he’d see the day he would want Hyunjin to be around, but he’s getting slammed, and the way things are looking, he needs all hands on deck.

He’s jogging down the corridor to his second emergency call for the day despite it being only 10am. It’s busy even for the holidays.

‘House fire,’ barks Mira, the ER charge nurse as Hoseok snaps on gloves. ‘Three children, five minutes out.’

‘How bad?’ asks Hoseok, prepping an IV access kit.

‘PICU are aware, they’re sending backup when they can but they’ve got their own internal collapse, they’re dealing with an arrest on the neurosurgical ward,’ Mira replies.

The doors slide open, and Hoseok can already tell from the looks on the paramedics’ faces that it’s not looking good.

Fucking hell, where’s Hyunjin, what a day to be in resus training instead of on the floor.

The second patient’s wheeled in as the first is still being parked, and Hoseok’s surprised to see you accompanying them, covered in soot, but he doesn’t have time to process now.

All he can do is deal with what’s in front of him, so that’s what he does.

***

It’s well into the afternoon by the time all three patients are stabilised and wheeled up to the PICU.

Hoseok’s washing his hands mechanically in one of the resus sinks, buying his brain some time to come down from the adrenaline of the last few hours, when he hears his name called.

‘Hey,’ you say, holding out a cup to him.

Hoseok takes a big gulp of the steaming hot coffee. There’s sugar in it, he doesn’t usually have sugar in his coffee, but today it goes down smooth, giving him a much-needed glucose boost.

He drinks most of it before he can muster a ‘Thanks.’

You don’t seem to be in a hurry.

You’ve cleaned most of the soot off your face, but your top is ruined.

Belatedly, Hoseok notices a plaster on your arm, remembers that you came in with the ambulance crew and the three kids.

‘Are you ok?’ he asks.

‘I’m fine,’ you say. ‘I was just outside the house when the gas oven imploded. I saw the kids in the window and got them out.’

Hoseok blinks. He hadn’t been expecting that.

‘You ran into a burning house?’

You frown a bit. ‘It wasn’t burning then, there was just smoke everywhere.’

You cough, and he notices that your voice is a little hoarse.

‘Besides, I was right there and I saw the kids, I couldn’t leave them.’

‘Shit,’ Hoseok says. He pulls you into a hug. ‘I didn’t know.’

‘Do you think they’re going to be ok?’ you ask, resting your head on his chest.

‘I hope so,’ Hoseok says.

He pulls away. ‘Did they check your carbon monoxide levels?’

You laugh, and the tension in his chest eases a little. ‘Yes, doc, I’ve been cleared for discharge.’

You grab his hand, squeeze. ‘I’m probably doing better than you right now.’

‘This is why I hate Christmas,’ Hoseok blurts out.

You’re looking at him, but you don’t say anything, and he can’t stop anyway.

‘Everyone goes on about Christmas and goodwill and people helping each other and yet the same shit happens as the rest of the year. It means nothing, just a commercial holiday that big companies use to make money out of dumb people.’

‘It’s bullshit,’ Hoseok says.

‘My parents feel the same as you,’ you say. You give him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. ‘They never celebrated the holidays.’

‘They had the right idea,’ Hoseok agrees.

‘When do you get off today?’ you ask. ‘I can make us dinner, if you want.’

‘I don’t think I’ll be good company,’ Hoseok says, honestly.

‘You’re welcome, even if you’re the biggest grinch in the world,’ you say, with a sweetness that makes warmth bloom in his chest.

‘I’m not a grinch,’ he says, half-heartedly.

‘A humbug, then,’ you say.

You reach out and touch his cheek.

‘Come over, later, if you want.’

***

Hoseok finds himself outside your apartment after his shift, wondering if you really wanted him to come over.

You don’t keep him waiting long, soon enough you’re opening the door, handing him a glass of wine, putting food in front of him.

Hoseok hasn’t even so much as showered, he came straight from work.

You notice him looking at the half-decorated Christmas tree you’ve got in your lounge, the open box of ornaments next to it.

‘I like Christmas,’ you say. ‘I thought I’d cheer myself up by putting up a tree.’

You seem to be worried about his reaction, so Hoseok grasps your hand.

‘Just because I’m a grinch doesn’t mean you have to be,’ he says.

You smile. ‘My parents never had a tree and I always wanted one.’

The food and the wine are going a long way towards making Hoseok feel normal again after his day.

‘Are you going to see them for Christmas?’ he asks.

There’s a brief shadow across your face, so quick he isn’t sure if he saw it.

‘They’re doing relief work in South Sudan,’ you say. ‘They’re doctors too.’

You ask, ‘Are you away for Christmas?’

‘Yeah, my parents and sister are upstate. I’ll drive up to them.’

‘Are they grinches like you are?’ you ask, teasing.

Hoseok laughs. ‘I’m the only grinch in the family. My mother goes all out, and my sister loves Christmas too.’

‘Sounds amazing,’ you say, a hint of wistfulness in your tone.

Your top’s slipped down over your shoulder, and between the way your skin gleams and the way your lips are stained from the wine, you’re so pretty Hoseok’s distracted.

He reaches out, tugging you into his arms.

‘Can I take a shower?’ he asks.

‘Sure,’ you say. The mischievous twinkle is back in your eyes now. ‘Want company?’

‘Always,’ Hoseok says.

***

For once, you’re up before him the next morning.

He must have been more tired than he realised.

You’re fastening your bra in a feat of dexterity he’s always admired.

‘Shame I missed the show,’ he says, his voice raspy in the darkness of your bedroom.

‘Happens every morning,’ you say. ‘You’ve got an invite every time.’

Hoseok laughs, rolls over, sheet around his waist.

‘What time is it?’ he asks, propping his arm behind his head, looking out the crack in the window as the snow falling outside.

‘It’s 6am on Christmas eve,’ you tell him.

‘Shit, I gotta pack for tonight,’ he says.

You pull a sweater on over a tee, sit on the edge of the bed to put socks on.

‘I probably won’t see you until after the holidays, huh?’

‘I’m back in a couple days,’ Hoseok says, hand on the small of your back where your sweater’s ridden up.

‘Yeah. Merry Christmas, Hobi. Eat all the turkey for me.’

‘I don’t even like turkey,’ he says, honestly.

You laugh, amused, and cup his cheek. ‘See you after Christmas, grinch. There’s coffee in the kitchen.’

Your goodbye kiss makes him want to pull you back into bed with him.

***

Hoseok pulls up outside his parents’ house, rubs the back of his neck, trying to get the crick out.

He can see the living room and kitchen lights are on, and he already knows that when he opens the front door and steps in he’ll be greeted with familiar smells.

Cinnamon. Fresh bread. The chicken dish his eomma always makes the night before Christmas.

He realises with a start that he never thought to ask you what you’d be doing for Christmas.

He’d spent an hour finishing decorating your tree after you left your apartment, so that you’d have a fully-decked out tree when you came back from work today, and had only belatedly realised that perhaps you’d have had fun decorating the tree together.

He’d put the earrings he got you under the tree, hung the gloriously tacky blue ornament he’d picked up for you at the Christmas market.

He’d packed the red lace panties you’d tossed merrily in his face when you’d stripped for him the night before, in the shower.

Shit, maybe that was a creep thing to do.

Too late now.

The front door opens, and his sister stands in the doorway.

‘Come on, what’s taking you so long,’ she asks.

‘Coming,’ Hoseok says.

He grabs his bag out the trunk and goes inside.

***

Hoseok wonders if he’s even in the right place.

You’d once told him, offhand, that you often volunteer at the shelter close to your apartment on Christmas day, and when he’d gone to your apartment and you weren’t in, he’d driven here.

It’s a women’s shelter, and he’s trying to make himself look as harmless as possible as he waits to be let in.

A woman dressed in a light-up jumper opens the door, eyes him suspiciously.

Hoseok has a sudden feeling that he’s made a terrible mistake.

It’s too late now.

‘I’m Hoseok, I’m a friend of Y/N’s. Is she here?’ he asks

To his relief, the woman’s face transforms into a smile, eyes crinkling at the corners.

‘You’re the doctor friend she keeps telling us about! Come in, she’s here.’

The woman grasps him by the arm, pulls him in out of the snow.

‘She’s helping in the kitchen, you can help too, if you want.’

‘Sure,’ Hoseok says. Her grip on his arm is strong, there’s no way he’s going to say no.

He’s led to an industrial looking kitchen, dated but clean, greeted by the sounds of chatter and Christmas classics.

There’s mess everywhere, like Santa exploded, but all that falls away when he sees you.

You look up, spot him, and the smile on your face makes him smile too. He probably looks like an idiot, here grinning at you, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

You get up, and then somehow you’re in his arms, the reindeer headband you have on poking him in the jaw but he’s still not bothered.

There’s heckling, teasing, whooping, but all he sees and hears is you.

‘What are you doing here?’ you ask, holding him so tightly he can barely breathe.

He likes it.

‘I forgot to wish you Merry Christmas,’ he says.

‘Merry Christmas, humbug.’

Hoseok wants to argue that he’s not a humbug, not really, but you’re kissing him, so he shuts up and kisses you back instead.

©hamsterclaw 2023

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miastideclock · 1 year

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masterlist

hello, my loves! i'm back i guess? i have updated the masterlist, so here we are♡ please let me know of you feel i have labeled my posts wrong in terms of angst or triggers, and we can look into it together!! thank you x

also, take these labels with a pinch of salt as i have zero clue what the damn hell i write :)

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fluff; ᰔ angsty-ish; ☁︎ triggering; TW suggestive, and i use that term loosely; ༄ stupid/attempted humor; 𓍯

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stray kids

bang chan ink, a bang chan series (finished) part zero, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen ᰔ ☁︎ 𓍯 bang chan drabble, “can i sleep here tonight?” ☁︎ bang chan drabble, “the one where the dog gets away.” ☁︎ bang chan drabble, “exhausted.” ☁︎ bang chan social media ᰔ 𓍯 bang chan drabble, “figure it out.” ᰔ ☁︎ bang chan drabble, "bunny." 𓍯 bang chan drabble, "home." ᰔ bang chan drabble, “quiet” ᰔ bang chan drabble, "nightfood" ᰔ 𓍯 a year with bang chan; ᰔ january 2nd february 14th march 2nd april 17thmay 30th june 4th july 14th august 1st september 12th october 3rd november 1st december 31st

lee know lee minho drabble, “water.” ☁︎ lee minho drabble, "whale watchers". ᰔ

changbin seo changbin social media ᰔ 𓍯 valkyrie street, a seo changbin series (coming) ᰔ ☁︎ ༄ 𓍯

hyunjin hwang hyunjin drabble, “i’m right here.” ᰔ ☁︎ TW

han han jisung social media ᰔ 𓍯 han jisung drabble, "cruise ships" ᰔ

felix lee felix drabble, "how incredible." ᰔ ☁︎

seungmin none yet

i.n yang jeongin drabble “inside beauty.” ☁︎ᰔ

group and plurals stray kids reaction to their soft s/o accidentally cursing ᰔ stray kids reaction to their girlfriend flinching ☁︎ stray kids reaction to their s/o sleeping in their bed ᰔ stray kids reaction to their s/o filming an intimate scene ᰔ stray kids reaction to their relationship going public ᰔ stray kids reaction to their s/o being shy about their singing-talents ᰔ 𓍯 stray kids reaction; everyday texts ᰔ 𓍯 stray kids reaction; love at first sight ᰔ stray kids reaction; realizing they love you ᰔ stray kids reaction: dancing with you at 2am ᰔ stray kids as taylor swift songs ᰔ𓍯 bang chan & hwang hyunjin drabble, “1. 16. 33.” ᰔ ☁︎ TW-ish 3racha reaction to ice skating ᰔ 𓍯 3racha reaction to their girlfriend being from a different country ᰔ stray kids drabble, "twisty-tie." ᰔ stray kids drabble, “tan lines and late nights.” ᰔ stray kids texts, summer edition ᰔ

dating bang chan ᰔ𓍯 dating lee know ᰔ 𓍯 dating changbin ᰔ 𓍯 dating hyunjin ᰔ 𓍯 dating han ᰔ 𓍯 dating felix ᰔ 𓍯 dating seungmin ᰔ 𓍯 dating i.n ᰔ 𓍯

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bts

rm kim mamjoon drabble, “drunk.” ᰔ kim mamjoon drabble, "chai lattes." ᰔ kim namjoon drabble, "go to gate." ᰔ kim namjoon drabble, "2. 21. 50." ☁︎ kim namjoon drabble, "9:52pm" ᰔ

v kim taehyung drabble, "the ringing of a library." ☁︎

group and plurals rm, suga, j-hope drabble, “ddaeng.” ༄

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extras

pick a number

name playlists sasha leigh anne leilah alice rubina grace darryl

former

day6 day6 reaction to kissing their crush ᰔ day6 reaction to being in a long-distance relationship ᰔ day6 at their wedding ᰔ kim wonpil drabble, "highschool!au" ᰔ

got7 im jaebeom drabble, “cravings” ᰔ

monsta x shin hoseok drabble, “you make me feel alive.” ᰔ im changkyun drabble, “are you really in love with him?” ᰔ im changkyun drabble, “10. 45. 49.” ᰔ ☁︎(?) chae hyungwon drabble, “oceans.” ᰔ ☁︎ chae hyungwon drabble, “1. 38. 41.” ᰔ lee jooheon, drabble “I Love You.” ᰔ

nct jung jaehyun drabble, “for you” ☁︎ TW

seventeen seventeen reaction to asking you to be their girlfriend ᰔ seventeen hip hop unit at their wedding ᰔ seventeen reaction to you overhearing them confess their feelings for you ᰔ seventeen reaction to meeting their ex girlfriend ᰔ

Feel free to request, but please read the rules first! Thank you x

cheers, bentley♡

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop requests #kpop one shot #kpop drabble #bts #bts reactions #bts sc #bts requests #bts drabble #bts one shots #stray kids #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids requests #stray kids drabble #stray kids one shots #skz

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melikeygot7 · 2 years

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DRABBLE FOR LIM JAEBEOM:

(NSFW below, minors please do not read, i am not responsible for your media consumption nor do i condone it.)

“Aish, so noisy this morning.”

If Jaebeom had whispered that in your ear twenty minutes ago you’d would’ve thought he was talking about the hammering, thunderous sound of rain hitting the roof above you and the glass panes of the window to the left of you. The rain often wakes the two of you up in the wet season if your alarms or the cats don’t first, and it’s a nice, oddly calming way to wake up.

But you know that he’s not talking about the rain at all, in fact, he’s talking about the noises your making.

The ones you’re making because of the way he shoves his hips into yours, his thick cock splitting you open over and over. He’s so hard, and rough and deep it’s hard not to make noise, in your defence. He’s got you face down in your shared bed, your cheek smushed to the soft cotton of his pillow and your cunt dripping onto his side of the bed, his breathy voice hot against your ear and neck.

“You’re gonna’ wake the neighbours baby,” he murmurs, followed by a deep, guttural moan when you clench down on him, “gonna’ get another noise complaint.”

You don’t care, how the fuck could you?

He’s pressing you down, your back to his chest, his arms wrapped under your chest and pinning your arms against yourself, his face pressed to your neck and fucking you so deep you could swear you feel him touching your teeth. He’s drunk on you, drooling onto you and half saying words before giving up on them to focus on you, but you know they, the neighbours who makes those complaints, will never understand how it feels to have him like this.

They’ll never understand how it feels to have him, pussy drunk and diamond hard inside of you, stretching you out and fucking you full, or how it feels to have him whining into your ear or kissing your lips when he comes because no one but you has ever, or will ever, know what it’s like to have him like this.

Because everything you like about fucking, the closeness, him, his girthy cock, the security, the dominance that’s so interwound with care and love, his voice in your ear and his heartbeat so close to touching yours, is happening in this moment, and all those other moments that have earned you other complaints. And it’s happening because he’s taken the time to learn you, to learn how to fuck you to make you loud enough to wake two floors of neighbours.

He’s taken the time, put in the effort and cares enough to make sure that every time you two fuck, it’s exactly, exactly, how you like it.

You’re grunting because of the force and depth, you’re crying out because of the stretch, you’re shuddering because he’s got a stray finger brushing your clit and you’re moaning because you fucking love him.

Because he deserves to hear those noises, to revel in your moans and screams and sobs and whines because he’s earned them, they’re because of him.

You turn your head, mouthing at his jaw and nose pressing to the short cropped hair right above and in front of his ear, your eyes closed, desperate to have him know that this? You? Everything you do, like doing his laundry, eating the food he cooks even if it’s something you’ve never had before, listening to hours of new/unreleased/half finished music so he can have your opinion, rubbing his back out before and after concerts and practices, and letting him hammer his cock inside and letting him fill you with searing ropes of come is all because you love him, truly and dearly, love him.

“Love you,” you try to say, but it comes out in harsh, breathy grunts and you pair it with squeezes around his throbbing dick, knowing he’s on the precipice of a mind melting orgasm by the way his whimpering and moaning your name and knowing even better, that he comes the hardest when you tell him how you feel, “feel so good, so thick Beommie, so full, love you so much Beommie’.”

“Oh baby,” he quietly cries out, voice so similar to when he reaches those high notes in his music, your cute pet name for him his favourite thing to hear when your voice is as breathless as it is right now, “fuckin’ love you, love this pussy, my pussy, oh god-“

He comes and comes, shaking and shuddering against your back and grunting and panting like a dog against your neck, high pitched whines and the slow but harsh grind of his hips against the plush flesh of your ass as he uses your soppy cunt to completion is not enough to get you over the edge too, but you’re happy to give him a few minutes before you roll him over to take what you deserve.

He’s murmuring against your skin and kissing over the side of your face he can get to, worshipping you in the best way he can as his limbs grow fuzzy and his brain melts. You let him kiss at your skin as he pulls out, feeling the swarm of warmth peel down your inner thighs and clit and eyes rolling closed at that sensation.

“My pretty girl,” he whispers against the back of your neck, trailing down the curve of your spine as his arms leave your chest and his hands find purchase against the fat of your ass, rolling and squeezing at your skin, “love my pretty girl, let’s me do whatever I want to her cause’ she loves me.”

You sigh, rolling your neck and arching your back when you feel his warm breath wash lower and lower down your back, a little grin spreading your lips when you realise not only what he’s about to do to you, but also because he knows why this is all happening.

Repayment for using your body however he likes is often repaid in an hour long session of him mouthing and sucking and licking at your come filled pussy until you pass out or cry if he hadn’t made you come during. And sometimes, you’d hold off on letting yourself come when he was inside of you just so you could feel his tongue lap out his own come out of your cunt.

And sometimes, he did it just because he could, because you’re his as much as he is yours and sometimes he did it purely because that was the end goal in the first place, and filling you with his come first was just an added bonus.

And you weren’t one to deny him that what he wanted to do to your body, it rarely, if ever, ended in disappointment on your end.

“Love you,” he whispers and kisses into the small of your back, resting his cheek on your back and drawing circles over the red patches of skin his hips left on yours with one hand and trailing the other down to swirl in the mess of come on the highest part of your inner thighs, “love my baby.”

The rains still pouring, still making noise even if you aren’t anymore and you suppose it’ll continue to hammer down when he gets his mouth on you in a few minutes but you watch the rain hit the glass of the window and listen to it plunder against your roof and sigh, because despite the rain being loud, you know there’ll be another noise notice on your door in the morning because you’ve been louder. But it’ll probably just join the other three in your recycling bin, and you’re pretty sure there’ll be another one joining it in a few days, and a few days after that one there’ll probably be another.

Your neighbours just don’t understand what it’s like to be in bed with Lim Jaebeom, and nobody but you ever will.

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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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shadowkoo · 2 months

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mini requests

OPEN | closed

Hi! I'm opening my requests for the first time in nearly three years! I'm hoping by doing this sort of drabble game / mini fic requests that I can ease my way back into writing after my long hiatus. If you are interested in sending in a request, please continue reading for all the details. Thank you!

Rules + Requirements :

Follow me (if you are not already)

Reblog this post (boosts are appreciated)

Must be 18+ (minors please dni)

To Request:

Choose a group & member (1 only please)

Pick a genre (max of 3)

Select a prompt (max of 2)

Visit my askbox and use a similar format like this: "Can I request Taehyung (BTS) fluff, smut, and coworkers au with prompt #4"

*please make sure that you include the group in parenthesis after stating which member you're requesting

Groups + Members:

BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay

NCT - Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Ten, Winwin, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, Jisung

SVT - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol

GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae

ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun

STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

Genres + AUs:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Friends with benefits

Roommates

College

Coworkers

Meet Cute

Meet Ugly

Athlete (you may specify in your request)

Exes

Idol

*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)

Prompts:

"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

"Did you see that?" "See what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

"This is why no one likes you."

"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."

"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.

Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.

A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits alone in a dingy motel room. The kitten stares at him affectionately, oblivious to the danger they both are in. Oblivious to the mess it caused.

It happened concurrently, and so quickly. The moon started getting closer and brighter in the sky, and you started hearing them in the radio static.

With a palpable fury, the demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"

They held out a hand, an echo of the melody playing from their fingertips. "The world seems to dance to your tune," they spoke, their voice a captivating blend of amusement and intrigue. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions.

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.

Free Space - send in your own prompt! Please keep it relatively short!

Disclaimers:

Not every request may be fulfilled, it is up to my discretion.

Word count may vary between requests (300 to 3k, etc.).

Unless requested otherwise, all fics will be written as female reader insert.

Please refer to the top of the original post to know whether requests are open or closed (reblogs may show something different).

Things I will NOT write: suicide, self-harm, animal abuse, underage sex, pedophilia, incest, vore, rape, non-consensual, or dubious sex.

#requests #fanfic requests #kpop requests #bts requests #nct requests #exo requests #got7 requests #drabble game #drabble requests #kpop drabble game

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babecoups · 2 years

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dream on || lim jaebeom (18+)

➹ title: dream on ➹ pairing: rockstar!jaebeom x demon!female reader ➹ genre: angst | smut | supernatural | slight forbidden romance | pwp/drabble ➹ summary: On stage the crowd screams his name, backstage he’s moaning yours. This is strictly business...or maybe it isn’t. ➹ word count: 1.6k ➹ warnings: alcohol consumption | smoking | supernatural & demonic elements | explicit & implied sexual content | implied spanking | multiple orgasms | pleasure dom!jaebeom | sub!reader | daddy kink | unprotected sex | restraints(wrist pinning} | creampie | dirty talk | forced orgasm | power play dynamics | pet names | praising | crying | clothed sex | public sex(if you squint) | biting/marking | rough & soft sex | unrequited love | pining | mentions contracts | pov switch | no happy ending ➹ rating: R/18+ ➹ a/n: this is unedited and written on a whim. it’s sad and i cried so, i’m sorry.

Thousands of people were just at his feet, singing his lyrics, allowing the strings of his guitar to take control of their bodies—they worship each and every thrust of his hips, every roll of his body. He’s their king, but to you—he’s only a peasant.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, closing the door to his dressing room. He waits for the lock to click before he ventures any further.

“Is it a crime for a girl to want to play with her favorite toy?”

You look up from your black manicured nails with a small smirk. He’s changed his appearance many times over the years, but this look he may just have to keep. There’s something about men with long hair that drives you mad, and you’ve always wanted to get your fingers tangled in some dark wavy locks. It must be your lucky night.

He removes his jacket and tosses it on the black leather couch before making his way to grab a drink. “You’re not a girl and I’m not a toy; now I’m tired so let’s make this quick.”

“You weren’t saying that last time,” you remind him, but he isn’t trying to hear your teasing. He doesn’t even spare you a glance when he passes you.

You follow him to the mini bar giggling; he’s the first human you’ve ever followed—and the only. He’s lucky, and he doesn’t even know it. He pours a drink and you roll your eyes when he gulps it down instead of passing the glass to you. Grabbing the bottle from his hand, you take your shot straight from the source, exhaling as if alcohol could ever have an effect on a being as powerful as you.

“What do you want tonight? Honestly, I’m tired…just wanna get some sleep.”

“You weren’t too tired for them,” you tell him, setting the bottle down and turning to him. You place your palms flat on his pecs and purr when he flexes them playfully. He can’t resist your innocent doe eyes looking up at him and within seconds a smile forms on his face. “...but you’re too tired for me?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a fucking brat?” he chuckles. The sound erupts from his chest and sends vibrations through your hands. You bite your lip to prevent the feral noises you want to make in response.

“Yeah, my father.”

“Do you even have a father?” he asks.

“No, but I always wanted to say that.”

You both share a bit of laughter, just standing there enjoying each other’s presence until the moment slowly fades away. Then, it’s back to business. You call his name, and he hums in response.

“Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, his hands cup your face and he leans in. Your eyes close when his delicate lips are gently placed on yours. The pathetic world you stand on disappears and the only thing that surrounds you is the comfort you secretly desire.

You notice a change in his expression when you part; he seems surprised for a split second but recovers quickly. You can see the glow of your blood red irises reflecting in his dark brown orbs. For the first time your human-like mask falters, and he’s met with one of hell’s greatest creations. It must be unsettling so you avert your gaze until you regain control over your powers.

“Sorry,” you whisper, but he rejects your apology.

“Don’t be.”

“It gets worse,” you jest, but it’s the truth.

“You mean better?”

“I’m flattered,” you respond, sliding your hands up to his broad shoulders. “So I guess tonight’s a no?...I’ll get going then.”

He grabs your waist. “I never said that.”

“But you’re tired?”

“My dick isn’t,” he counters, then he pulls you closer. “I’ll fuck you right here, actually.”

Your wrap legs around him when he scoops you up and lies you to the couch. His hands travel under your dress to remove your panties, but he discovers that you aren’t wearing any. “I’ve missed you…didn’t want anything to get in the way.”

“Good girl.”

His leather pants are undone in record speed. His sighs of relief once his cock is free from its confinements are pleasant to your ears. You feed off of his attention; he’s so willing to please you in every way possible, and you can’t get enough of his touch, no—you can’t get enough of him.

“So wet already,” he comments as he enters your opening. Slowly, he slides in and stills, waiting for the sensitivity to ebb away so he can slam into you with no mercy. He knows exactly what you want, and how to give it to you. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy the ride. “And warm too…feels so good.”

“The best you’ll ever have.”

He scoffs. “You aren’t lying.”

Your walls snuggle around him, bringing him comfort and security—something you’re certain you alone could never provide him. He spends minutes relishing in your heat before he delivers the first harsh thrust inside of you. Whimpers leave your lips when he nestles himself deep within you, selfishly claiming every inch for himself, as if you’d even allow another to touch you like he does.

They’ve shamed you for stooping so low with a human, but this feels too good for you to care.

“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. Come on my cock, baby.”

“It’s too soon. I can hold it,” you pant, shaking your head in denial.

He grabs your wrists one by one and pins them above your head then he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Your back arches when you feel the sting of his teeth sinking into your skin; you try to fight the urge to release, but he’s making it difficult. “No you can’t, and you won’t. Now be a good girl and make a mess for Daddy.”

“Jaebeom!”

“Don’t say my fucking name until you give me what I want,” he growls in your ear. His dominance makes you shudder beneath him. The pleasure has you giving up quickly and obeying his orders. “I’ll clean it up, don’t worry.”

“Fuck you–ahh!..I-I need to—”

“You want to come…so you should. While I’m allowing you to,” he chuckles.

Your eyes are screwed shut when your release comes with no warning. You cling onto him, listening to him moan your name and praise you for gifting him with the best pussy on earth. But you are no blessing, and you aren’t of this world; you’re just a businesswoman—who mixes business with pleasure. You owned his soul first, and now his mind and his body. He’s yours; regardless of whether you can say it out loud or not. Deep down, you both know who you belong to—you hope.

You can see your fucked out expression through his eyes, flaring red eyes and snarling fangs, but still he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful sight he’s laid eyes on. He worships you, gives you every bit of himself until he succumbs to his fatigue. He will literally let you suck him dry and still try to offer you more.

“One more for me,” he grunts in your ear, and you give him another and another…until you’re bent over, ass red and sore with tears rolling down your cheeks. He fucks you for hours and releases his load deep inside your womb.

You stay in his arms for a little bit longer tonight, running your fingers through his beautiful strands. His hands massages your thighs and ass as you sit straddling his lap. You sigh when you feel his soft kisses on your cheek, daydreaming of a life where you could stay this way.

“Jaebeom?”

He blows out a puff of smoke before he answers. “Yeah, babe?”

“How do you humans know when you’re in love?” The question has been lingering on your mind for too long; it really just slipped out, but it’s too late to take it back now.

“I dunno,” he sighs, tapping your leg so he can get up and take a shower. “I’ve never been in love…don’t really believe in it, honestly.”

Oh.

Whatever type of heart you possess in your soulless body drops to the pit of your stomach. For the first time outside of sex, you shed tears. Painful tears, mourning over something you’ve never had. Silly, foolish—you repeat those words a million times to yourself. Because you are, and it’s better you realize it sooner or later.

When he re-enters the dark, quiet room again, you’ve vanished, leaving his heart heavy with loneliness again. He often feels the regret of being too afraid to admit his feelings; he has to remember that your relationship is only business. You gave him his fame and he gave you his soul…the pleasure came much later. And somewhere along the way, he fell—and he fell hard. He just wishes he wasn’t the only one of the two who’s fallen so deeply.

Jaebeom frowns when he looks at the coffee table. An envelope, sealed with a kiss of your devilish red stained lipstick and a little message on the front.

“Here’s your second chance to find love, Jaebeom. Take advantage of it because some of us will never get to experience it.”

A pain forms in his chest as his worst fears are confirmed. The demon that holds the contract to his soul no longer wants it; he no longer has ties with hell, and is not permitted to see her ever again. He may keep his fame and fortune, and live on to seek what his heart desires until he perishes.

But unfortunately, what his heart truly wanted just slipped right through the cracks.

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