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Tear You Apart | Ch.3
Pairing: GOT7 x OC
Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut
Rating: M
Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.
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Despite their busy and immortal lives, the boys try to have dinner together as often as possible. Gathering around the large oak table in their dining room, they share laughs and stories of the day. Relaxing and unwinding as a family.
"So, maknaes," Jaebeom starts. "I hear you had to provide some backup on Canal. How did that go?"
"We went to see Selah. I'm so sorry," Youngjae immediately folds and bows his head, hoping to be spared.
Bam sucks his teeth. "Youngjae, what the fuck man?"
"You did what?" Jaebeom asks calmly. Too calm.
The sound of silverware hitting plates echoed in the now quiet room.
"Aw shit, boys, why did you do that?" Mark asks.
"We only wanted to see her." Yugyeom adds with a pout. "We didn't even talk to her." He says leaning towards Youngjae.
Jinyoung must've caught that because he immediately followed up. "Bam. What about you?"
"Whatever. I talked to her. And I got her number."
All the older brothers sigh. Jaebeom continues to look. His chin starts to protrude.
"Son, why did you do that when we have her number?" Mark asked.
"I'm sorry, were we going to start texting her and tell her we looked up everything about her beforehand?" He laid it out. "I'm playing the boyfriend game." He leans back, looking proud of himself.
Jaebeom was pissed, but he was trying not to show it. He had a plan, and this... He stands, pushing his chair back to leave. "I'm going out."
"Either you've messed up so badly that he needs to go prepare to send you back or..." Jackson pauses. "Actually, I don't know what else he could be doing. Nice knowing you, Bam. I'll see you in 50 years."
Jinyoung chimes in with a disapproving tone, "You do know Jackson went to meet her as well? What will she think? We're meant to be playing this smart, and you've gone and added another complication to the situation. Yeah, Jaebeom should send you back."
"I fucked up, huh?" Bam says, hanging his head.
Mark, though known for his temper, is actually quite gentle with his brothers. Particularly the younger ones, and tries to comfort them. "Did you fuck up? Yes. But it will be okay. JB won't send you back."
"He might strangle you, though." Jackson says he is taking a bite of his food.
Mark gives him a 'stop that' look.
"What? Bammie, I invited Selah to the club. How do we explain to her that out of pure coincidence, she met both of us on the same day and that we know each other? You might have to miss the opening."
Bam lets out a puff of air ready to protest.
"That's actually not a bad idea." Jinyoung says. "You three will not be at the opening."
The younger ones begin to protest. Jinyoung holds his hand up and says, "Save it. This is perfect. Perhaps Jaebeom won't murder you if we can salvage this."
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The weekend arrives, and everybody is a bundle of nerves. After adjusting plans, the boys feel like they're actually in a better place. Feeling that perhaps it would be easier to introduce her to four of them versus all seven.
The maknaes are on warehouse duty for the night, and they couldn't have been more sour about it.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into going with you. Now look at me." Youngjae pouts, looking into the distance.
Bam rolls his eyes and says, "Well, you hardly put up a fight at a gentle suggestion."
Yugyeom chuckles a bit. "You did come along pretty easily. We should just be happy we didn't get banished."
"Valid point. But I want to meet her now." Youngjae says.
Yugy juts his lip out, "Me too."
"Yeah she's great. Glad I talked to her when I did." Bam says proudly.
The other two side eye him.
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Selah arrives at the club accompanied by her friend Brianca. She's feeling good about how she looks. The little black dress she has on is her favorite among the many in her closet. The tiny straps sit upon her glittering shoulders. The bodice fits tight on her chest with a side split that causes the material to lay nicely over her ass. Matched with a flattering pair of heels that elongate her legs and strap around her ankles is giving her a confidence boost. Not to mention, she smelled amazing.
She's hoping to see Jackson. Bam hasn't texted her. Which made her a bit sad, as she was hoping he would. But she figured she would at least have a good time, get her mind off the week, and look good if for nobody but herself
"Girl, this club is nice!" Brianca says to Selah. "And you said he's the owner?"
"That's what he said. So I'm not sure I'll easily bump into him." Selah responds by surveying the area.
"Let's get a drink!" Brianca suggests.
At the bar, Brianca has already been approached by a couple of guys and is chatting one up. She has a very inviting aura, so it's no surprise she's already deep in conversations.
At one point she leans over to Selah, "omg girl. This is that guy I told you about. That I went out with a couple of weeks ago."
"The one with the.." Selah wiggles her brows.
"Yes him." Brianca exclaims trying not to let him hear.
Selah chuckles, "well it looks like you're in for a wild night."
"Here's hoping." Brianca cheers with her friend and turns back to her presumed date for the evening.
As Selah is enjoying her cocktail, she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder that sends shivers throughout her body. Looking to her left, she sees Jackson. Managing her reaction, she doesn't smile too hard. "Jackson, hi."
"Selah, you made it." He's grinning from ear to ear. He takes a second to look her up and down. Without realizing it, he's licking his lips. "You look amazing."
This causes her to blush hard and look away briefly. "Thank you. You look great yourself, and your club is amazing."
"Thank you. I spotted you and wanted to be sure I had a chance to speak while things were going smoothly."
He needed to get her away from her friend and up to the private room. He can tell she cares about her and won't want to leave her alone or unsafe. But it appears luck was on his side.
"Brianca." Selah is turning to get her friend's attention to introduce her to Jackson. "This is Ja-."
But she's being lead to the dance floor by the guy she was chatting with. She looks back and smiles big at her friend. Quickly surveying the guy next to Selah she gives her a 'go get em' look.
"Well I was going to introduce you but nevermind I guess." She laughs.
Jackson sighs internally with relief, "No worries, we can meet later. She looks like a good time."
"Oh she's a blast in a glass. She'll be entertained for hours."
"In that case, would you like me to show you around?" Jackson asks as he holds his hand out for her.
"Sure. I'd like that, we sort of b-lined to the music, so I haven't seen the rest."
He leads her through the crowd and back toward the foyer. The place is actually quite large with a few different areas. One being the bigger bar and dance floor area they just left. Jackson shows her around the bottom floor. Even showing her a few behind the scene places before leading her into a lounge area. It's decorated in gold, with soft lighting and slow music, this makes for a nice area to chat.
"One of my brothers designed this room. He thought it would be a good idea to add an area that was much less chaotic than the traditional club atmosphere." Jackson explained.
"Oh you have a brother?" Selah asks.
"Yes, six actually." He leads her to the bar to order himself a drink. "Would you like anything?"
"Whatever you're having. Unless it's vodka." She makes a disgusting face.
Jackson chuckles and signals to the bartender, "please send over two glasses of Hennessy and ice. Thanks T."
"You got it boss." The bartender responds.
Jackson turns his attention to Selah, "Come, let's have a seat."
Settling in, Jackson takes this time to get a really good look at her. She's perfect. They begin a back and forth conversation that flows with ease. He asks her questions about herself that he already knows the answers to, but he loves hearing her talk, so this isn't a problem.
She asks about his business endeavors and he explains to her how he owns this a few other nightclubs. He mentions the corporation that his family runs, not the illegal things, obviously.
"So you have 6 brothers. That had to be hectic growing up." Selah comments.
"You could say that again. We're not exactly blood brothers, more very close friends, but we're brothers in just about every other way. We sort of came together at different times but we've been together ever since." She's listening intently. Jackson hasn't even used his gifts to any degree and she's already hooked on his every word. "Three of them are here now. I was hoping to introduce you actually. They've been dying to meet you."
"Oh, you've told them about me?" She's shocked, they only met briefly. "And you want me to meet them?"
He smiles and grabs her hand, gently caressing it. "Of course, we tell each other everything. So when I met a gorgeous woman, I told them immediately."
She was a bit hesitant but the moment Jackson touches her, she gets those same shivers. Being near Jackson, she finds herself alot more willing to go along with just about anything he says. Especially when he touches her.
She blushes, "Okay, sure."
He beams at her, "You're going to love them."
"I should text my friend and let her know."
This irritates Jackson. But he hides his displeasure. "Sure, no problem. "
He needs her alone and he didn't want to manipulate her to do it but this is becoming tedious. How do normal people live like this.
"Oh, she actually messaged to say she left with that guy. I must've missed it. I guess i'm all yours." Selah explains.
"Perfect." Jackson stands and extends his hand to help her up.
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Leading her out of the lounge and through the club to the stairs, Selah feels lightheaded. She feels as if she's walking to another world. The decor is also darker upstairs. The walls are a blood red velvet with black damask patterning. The lighting is low and the music from downstairs is faded and becomes more faint the deeper they walk.
"Continuing the tour," Jackson starts. "This top floor has a few private rooms that special guests can use, as well as the offices."
He stops at a door at the end of the hall and on the other side, Selah knows deep down, everything will change once she steps in. Jackson opens the door and gestures for her to enter.
The room is spacious, continuing the same dark motif, but the colors are a darker green and black with gold accents. There's a full-sized bar and and lounge area with a large window across the way for a view of the entire dance floor from above.
And scattered about the room are three of the finest men Selah has ever seen, apart from Jackson. It nearly takes her breath away. They are dressed in finely tailored suits, like Jackson, and they have this something about them she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe this was a mistake. She thinks.
Jackson places his hand on the small of her back and moves her further into the room, "Selah, these are three of my brothers." He points to one at the bar with a short haircut and a dazzling smile that warms her heart. "This is Mark, the oldest."
"Hello gorgeous, lovely to meet you." He finishes making his drink and comes to settle in a chair next to the couch.
"And this absolute cutie..." pointing to other one with a short haircut. His lips grab her attention and she can't help but stare at them. He chuckles slightly and bites his bottom lip. She had to stop her knees from giving out. Did he do that on purpose. "...is Jinyoung."
He rolls his eyes, "Could you not introduce me that way." He gives her a smile staring directly in her eyes making her melt.
"Why? Is he not adorable Selah?" Jackson turns to ask her. She blushes from being put on the spot. Jackson laughs. "And lastly but certainly not least, this is Jaebeom. He is our leader."
Calling this man gorgeous would be an understatement. With longer hair styled perfectly sitting across his neck. Selah couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run her fingers through it. She's cursing herself for how hard she is crushing on her crush's brothers.
He nods her direction. "Nice to meet you Selah, you can call me Jay B."
Her head swims. "Nice to meet you all"
"Come let's sit." Jackson moves them to a loveseat next to Jaebeom and across from Mark. Jinyoung has his eyes trained on her.
All four of them are drawing her in, with their confidence and captivating aura. But just beyond that is something tugging at her, whispering danger. She's watching herself wade further into the waters. What is happening...
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I Hate Decorating
➻ Pairings: Mark x Jaebeom
➻ Genre: romance, fluff, domestic relationship
➻ Additional: N/A
➻ Word Count: 1K
➻ Warnings: N/A
➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!
Jaebum had been dreading this day since October hit. Even though there were two Holidays before it, Christmas items were already being put out on display already. And his boyfriend, Mark, was an avid Christmas fanatic. Christmas songs began to play in the house in November. Shopping began in October and of course, the decorations had to be up the day after Thanksgiving. Okay. Well the day after the day after Thanksgiving because the day after Thanksgiving was super, mega shopping day and Jaebum refused to go shopping anymore after nearly dying the first time around.
“Babe!!”
“No.” Jaebum grumbled as he looked up from his phone, eyes landing on Mark as the other male dragged out the newly purchased boxes of inflatables and statuettes of lighted creatures.
“Oh come on, Grinch. Give me a hand.”
Jaebum sighed as he stared intently at Mark. He lowered his phone and started clapping, which didn't amuse Mark as much as it was amusing himself.
“Jaebum, help me decorate.”
“Mark, it's not even December.” Jaebum commented.
“Exactly and our neighbors already have their lights up. We need to do the same!” Mark huffed, a pout gracing his beautiful lips.
“Americans…” Jaebum grumbled and Mark grunted. Walking over, Mark took a seat on Jaebum's lap and crossed his arms as he stared at him.
“Hey now, you agreed to move with me to LA. Don't even complain about us “Americans”. You're gonna be a citizen soon too.” he grinned. Jaebum groaned and wrapped his arms around Mark's waist and held him close.
“Yeah, I agreed. But you go a little excessive when it comes to decorating.”
“But you love me.” Mark pointed out cutely, voice taking on a higher pitch. Jaebum groaned and rolled his eyes as he lowered his head to rest on Mark's shoulder.
“Alright. Fine, let's go put up the decorations.”
Mark grinned and clapped his hands happily before throwing them around Jaebum's neck. “Thanks, love.” he said and smiled. He leaned in and kissed Jaebum's cheek. He slipped off of Jaebum's lap and made his way back to the boxes he had been carrying and picked them back up and started walking towards the front door.
Jaebum gave a deep sigh as he watched his boyfriend leave out the door and wondered to himself exactly why he just couldn’t say no. But he supposed it was because the other was just an amazing man in general. Everything he had ever wanted in a partner. Jaebum honestly considered himself lucky that he was able to snag such a beautiful and pure-hearted man to call his own. Getting up from the chair, he moved to the door, ready to meet his maker.
~*~
“Jaebum!”
Jaebum clung tightly to the edge of the roof, lights dangling from his body. Mark’s hand wound around his wrist, gripping tightly and for a moment Jaebum thought maybe he wouldn’t actually die. Granted, their house was only one story, so maybe if he fell he wouldn’t actually die and just break something. But still, the fear was real. His heart was racing as Mark started pulling and he did his best to help push himself back up as well. Thought it was difficult since one arm was tied to his side by the lights.
Between the two of them, they managed to pull him up and over the side, both laying on their sides. They hadn’t exerted that much energy, but they were panting as they had just run a country mile. Jaebum looked to Mark, whose eyes were still wide with fear, his cheeks flushed red. “This is why I don’t want to decorate,” he spoke after a moment of silence between them. A large smile spread over Mark’s lips and he laughed.
“It’s not my fault you’re an absolutely clutz.” he teased. “Are you okay?” he finally asked, trying to calm himself from his laughter.
“I’m just peachy,” Jaebum grumbled and groaned. “Mark unwrap me!”
Mark snickered as he leaned over and started unwrapping the lights from Jaebum’s body. “I have to admit, I kind of like you like this, all tied up. Like your my Christmas present.” he teased.
“You know, sometimes I wonder about your mind and where it goes.” he commented. He was more than happy when Mark finally removed the lights from his upper body, and he was able to finally sit up on his own.
“It goes on a lovely trip and brings me back such amazing commentary when it returns.” Mark chuckled and Jaebum could only roll his eyes. He couldn’t deny that. The things that Mark would say were sometimes very questionable, but funny or suited for the situation. Mark had his own style of living and commenting on life and that was one of the things that had intrigued Jaebum about the other when they first got together.
“You’re so silly.” Jaebum smiled.
“That’s why you love me.” Mark said, pausing in his work to stare at into Jaebum’s eyes. “Right?”
“Mmm, well it’s not the only reason I love you. But definitely one of the reasons.” Jaebum said as he leaned forward slightly.
“What are the other reasons?” Mark asked, smiling ever so slightly at Jaebum.
“There are too many to list. We don’t have all day, we need to finish getting the decorations up.” Jaebum said. “But trust me when I say, there are so many reasons why I love you and nothing will ever change my thoughts on that.” he said. Closing the gap between them, Jaebum pressed his lips against Mark’s in a chaste kiss. Mark hummed against the lips, leaning into the kiss for a moment before pulling back.
“Alright. Let’s get back to work and this time, try not to kill yourself. I know you hate decorating but that doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself off the roof.” he teased and Jaebum rolled his eyes.
“Yeah yeah yeah. I’m just saying, I’m not taking this all down in January.” he said and Mark pouted.
“But Bummie.”
“No! Not finish the lights!” Jaebum said and tossed one of the evil strands at Mark, who caught it with a laugh.
“Love you too babe.” he winked and blew a kiss at Jaebum, the other just shaking his head and moving to continue to hang the lights on his side of the roof. Decorating was something he really hated, but he would suffer through it for Mark. Because he loved Mark, and he would do anything for the other, just to see him smile.
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Fanfic do Dia #8: Antes de você por ArsLilith_
SINOPSE: Jaebeom havia prometido a si mesmo que não se submeteria a um casamento arranjado como seus pais fizeram e que por anos foi motivo de grande infelicidade. No entanto, quando assume a liderança da sua Alcateia, seguir aquela linha de tradição era inevitável.
Então, obrigado a se casar, Jaebeom conhece Park Jinyoung, um Ômega Lúpus que carrega um universo de cores nos olhos e uma explosão de sentimentos.
Antes de Jinyoung, Jaebeom não conhecia o que era amor. Ou melhor, Jaebeom não conhecia a leveza de ser amado.
TÍTULO: Antes de Você
AUTOR(ES): ArsLilith_
CATEGORIA:GOT7
COUPLE: JJP (Jaebeom/Jinyoung)
GÊNERO: Romance, Drama
TAGS: JJP, ABO, Casamento Arranjado, Universo Alternativo, Mpreg
ONDE LER: Spirit Fanfiction
Comentários [⚠️Alerta de Spoiler]
Oiê, meus docinhos… a fanfic de hoje tem um dos temas que eu mais gosto: Casamento arranjado. Essa é a estreia do Got7 no FDD.
Não li muitas fics do Got7, por isso inicialmente teremos apenas o shipp JJP na lista de recomendação, mas quem tiver indicações é só mandar uma ask ou dm no Spirit ou Wattpad.
O casamento arranjado é entre Jaebeom — Alfa Lúpus e novo líder da alcatéia—, e Jinyoung o único Ômega Lúpus entre eles.
No início Jaebeom era todo: "Não vou ter um filho com esse esquisitão, ele tem olhos de cores diferentes ur dur..." e depois era só: "Você é minha lua de todas as cores...". É muito bom, principalmente porque a ideia de ter um casamento arranjado era inviável para Jaebeom, ele não tinha interesse em nenhum ômega, mas sabendo que um dia teria que se casar, já estava rondando Mark (que vai ser um problema depois).
Jinyoung por outro lado, é muito tradicional e romântico, ele já tinha um crush tremendo no Jaebeom antes mesmo de saber que ele seria seu noivo. Enquanto eu relia a fanfic me ocorreu que nos primeiros capítulos o leitor pode achar irritante como o Jinyoung diz que ele amava pelos dois e até se esforçava mais, mas conforme vamos avançando a leitura, é perceptível que o Jaebeom não demora para sair do comodismo e também ter seu papel na relação.
Para quem gosta de acompanhar aquelas fanfics que o amor vai surgindo nos casamentos arranjados, essa fic é uma ótima opção.
Por hoje é só, essa semana estou um pouco cansada e atarefada, principalmente porque estou preparando uma fanfic para postar hehe, mas espero postar pelo menos dois FDD semana que vem.
XOXO, Interludia.
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WRITEBLR INTRO
— about me
Hii, my name is Kaiati (Kai - uh - tee), but I'd prefer you refer to me as Kai if that's too confusing. 19, 20 in August. Afro-Latinx (Haitian and Cuban). any prns but prefer They/them. Genderfluid. Queer.
This honestly is long overdue, and that's mostly because of my weird obsession with perfection paired with my GAD (anxiety) that I have just been stalking other writeblrs and procrastinating on my own.
I'm an aspiring writer, and my work ranges from speculative fiction. Fantasy, historical, supernatural, sci-fi, ghosts, eldritch terrors. I love it all, typically lgbtq+ and bipoc-centered to mundane romance (I'm a sucker for a good romance). I fell in love with writing after reading Narnia when I was 10???? Still never finished anything. I'm pretty new to this and tumblr in general since I never really was the type to be active even though I have several other old accounts, but this time I'm gonna make more of an effort and promise to be active instead of lurking on your pages, hehe.
— genres I love
Fantasy / Science Fiction / Contemporary / Mystery-Thriller / Folktales and Fairytales / Horror / Gothic folk / Romance ** I also live and breathe angst if I'm not balling my eyes out over fictional characters, then what's the point**
— tropes
found family . rivals to lovers . friends to lovers . opposites attract . sibling dynamics . revolting against the patriarchy (eat the rich!) . sapphic mermaids and other monsters and mystical creatures (monster girls in general) . girls in blood .
— my writing
...or lack thereof, I have a bunch the most I focus on now are:
Project JOG (all of the titles are wip cuz im lazy)
Captain Sooyoung had always dreamed of proving her worth as a fighter, yet after years of hard work, her achievement resulted in guarding the South Gate and examining merchants and produce. But when her father summoned her to the Capital, her hopes were reignited, only to be immediately shattered as she discovers she is being demoted to the guardian of a traitor, Jiwoo. Sooyoung abhors her assignment; the two women despise each other. However, as they get to know one another, they begin to form an unlikely bond. Despite their growing friendship, Sooyoung can't help but feel suspicious about Jiwoo's anonymous nocturnal absences. Sooyoung must keep her guard up and uncover Jiwoo's secrets before they threaten to destroy her, as well as her kingdom. This is a tale of trust, love, and deception, testing the strength of bonds forged on the battlefield.
Project HML
Jaebeom, a gumiho sentenced to eternal damnation for his crimes. Haunted by the endless suffering of his one true love, Jaebeom is forced to watch her die and be reborn in each of her lifetimes. But all hope is not lost when an unlikely ally presents him with an opportunity to earn his love's freedom. Armed with determination and a thirst for revenge on those who wronged him, Jaebeom embarks on a dangerous mission to find a mysterious scroll that holds the key to his lover's release. However, collecting enough despair to gain favors for his journey proves to be a difficult task until he meets Ada, a young businesswoman with a dark past and an even darker future. Forced to work together, the two soon form a bond that complicates their mission, threatening to derail everything Jaebeom has worked so hard for. Will they be able to overcome their differences and save his lover before time runs out, or will their own selfish desires get in the way?
Project BHA
Coretta's life takes a drastic turn when her younger brother falls ill. Determined to find a cure, she joins forces with a warlock named Lysander on his quest to protect the magic realm. But as they journey deeper into a world of danger and mystery, Coretta realizes that her own inner demons may pose an even greater threat. With Lysander by her side, she must navigate treacherous terrain and face her deepest fears in order to uncover the truth behind her brother's ailment and the secret that threatens to tear apart the very fabric of their reality. From magic spells to mythical creatures, the pair face impossible challenges and unexpected betrayals as they race against time to save the magic realm from mortal hands. But as secrets are revealed, and tensions rise, Coretta must decide who to trust and what sacrifices she will make to achieve her ultimate goal. Will she be able to save her brother and restore order to the magical world, or will her own inner demons ultimately be her downfall?
— What I'm looking for
More writers to follow!
books and recommendations
Beta readers/Critique Partners for fun ofc (i will also beta read for people if you want!)
Good vibes and friends
I also love and would like to play tag games but bear with me. I'm really shy, so it'll take a while...
I'm sure everyone on here has this problem, but it is really hard for me to finish anything, I get all in my head, and I end up deleting everything and moving on to another project I probably won't finish, but I'm hoping that through being on here and meeting writers and their incredible stories will give me the courage to finish my own.
As you can see, I ramble when I'm nervous but yeah! Excited to be here!!
— I'm also on here
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Fin.
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Polar opposites
Summary: Even amidst all the anger, he would never break the one he loves.
Word count: 1446
Pairing: Jaebeom X OC
Warning(s): Angst, minor violence
A/N: It's been a long time ~ I was clearing out my drafts when I stumbled upon this. This was written in 2018, and reading it again made me go "Oh? This doesn't seem like a bad writeup?" Heh.
Jaebum thought that their love would overcome all obstacles, just like in romance movies and novels where the couple would fight and then, make up afterwards. He thought they would live happily ever after as long as they are together. That their love could stand the test of time. That their love was such a strong force that anything was possible. But this was reality, not those made-up published fantasies of a romanticist's mind.
They were cosmic stars clashing which perfectly described their first encounter. They collided as she rushed for class while he skipped it. Papers scattered everywhere and profanities escaped his lips. She scrambled for her papers while he for his cigarettes. As soon as he collected his things, his fists were clenched and ready to land a punch on his victim's face, but she had already disappeared into the corridor. And that was the first time someone ever managed to escape the wrath of the famous delinquent, Im Jaebum.
He spent his days searching for the rude girl. In Jaebum's defense, she did not utter a word of apology for bumping into him and almost getting him in trouble. When he finally got her, she had been extremely clueless about him and that bumping incident. She blinked up at him with innocent and clueless eyes that Jaebum could not even argue anymore. Nevertheless, Jaebum found her as a new target, bullied her to no end. However, she never cared about his antics and ignored his existence. She never feared him as all the other students did. But that one time when Jaebum went too far and shoved her down the corridor, she had this flame in her eyes when she met his. For the first time, Jaebum felt scared for his own life. Nothing happened though, but she started to retaliate. She got on his nerves, but funnily enough, she always managed to get away with it.
Amidst all the animosity, there was a change of heart. It wasn't a gradual evolution of emotion. Rather, it was something that was sparked on a snap. Jaebum had wandered into the field to taunt her. But a baseball was flying towards him unbeknownst to him.
"Look out!" he had heard someone cried out before there was a whoosh sound right in front of him.
As if time stood still, he could see clearly how each strand of her hair fluttered in the wind, how her hand was outstretched right in front of his face, how the ball slammed onto her glove.
It was stupid, Jaebum thought, to feel his heart skip a beat at such incident. But it happened and Jaebum thought she caught his heart along with the ball.
Afterwards, Jaebum became a blushing fool whenever he saw her. He still disturbed her, but no longer as extreme as before. He didn't know how or when he actually mustered courage to confess but the next thing he knew, they were a couple.
Nevertheless, couple or not, they were still two very different individuals. He still preferred streetwear -- leather jackets and dyed hair -- while she preferred smart casual. She was the epitome of a successful woman: smartly dressed, with an aura of confidence. He was violent and aggressive while she was calm and collective. He was fire while she was water. His foul temper always ruined the surroundings but never her. He ruined, she fixed. He was destructive, she was constructive. He explodes, she implodes.
Because of their contrasting personalities, their love was like hot coal. It was scalding to be held, but it spread warmth to the hearts.
Nobody understood why they were together in the first place. Their closest friends always had to deal with them barging into their place with tear-stained faces or fury. None of them understood how they manage to get married and settled down together despite the endless arguments. They were not the happiest couple. They never were. Never had anyone see them smile to each other. No one understood their love.
Except them.
"We'll be fine. We'll always be," her words rang in his ears. He scoffed. Who was she to say that? Indeed, he loved her so much. But she was not him. She could not understand the pain inside. He curled himself up on his bed, letting himself be consumed by sadness and guilt. He screwed up big this time. He had it all, but his pride just had to ruin it. Tears dripped onto the bed sheets that her scent still lingered on.
His endearment for her was too overwhelming. A month had past since the incident occurred and he missed her so bad. Jaebum hoped, every second, that she would show up on the doorstep of the apartment (he no longer called it home) with her bags. But time past by and she did not come. He laughed at the wee hours of every night. He thought to himself. He deserved it. He was a jerk who ruined everything and was a screwed up person himself. He got himself drunk with the little remnants of her in the house, in his mind. He played their memories over and over - her sloppy kisses in the morning and night, her sweet voice that was his favourite song, her soft touches on his skin. Every single little detail of her was etched deeply into his memory and onto his skin.
Every night, he roamed around the streets alone. As he drowned himself in the memories, he always ended up in the neighbourhood of his in-laws. He stood at the pavement, staring at the 9th floor of the building, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman he loved. He stood for god knows how long, not tearing his eyes away from the windows. But she never looked out of the window.
It became a habit for him to come around everyday. He was too much of a coward to knock on the door. He was too afraid to face her. He knew he was in the wrong, but he never knew why he was not brave enough to face her. He wanted her back so bad, but his body just would not move a step closer to her. She was there: she was within reach, but he just could not take the step. He missed how her silky hair would easily let his fingers card through. He missed how his hands were so much bigger than her face. He missed how perfectly fitted she was in his embrace.
Then he saw her.
He could easily identify her even if she was drowned in the crowd, even in the darkest of the night. She wore the hoodie he recognized so well: her favourite (and his too), a present from him. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of the hoodie and she strolled down the streets, her back facing him. She was all alone, and very easily he could have approached her. But he did not. He followed as she entered the convenience store. She smiled at the cashier as she paid and he died a little inside. He yearned for that blinding smile to be directed at him again. He yearned to see the skin around her eyes to crinkle and her lids to be turned to crescents upclose again. He yearned for her so much. But he could do nothing, only to love her from afar.
The famous Im Jaebum, who never fled from a fight, was in fact, a coward.
So Jaebum came home, all drunken in his own misery and agony. What started as soft sobs escalated into fury. He threw a fit. He smashed the vases, the glass furnitures. He broke all the photos they smiled happily in. He punched holes into the walls. His skin tore and his blood dripped onto the hardwood floor. His head hung low and he rested his palm against the wall for balance, before he leaned his back against the wall. He let himself slid down in agony as he cried. He did not know what was more painful: his torn skin and dripped blood or her absence. Perhaps it was both.
Or perhaps it was the wrath he incurred himself for being destructive.
Everybody knew how bad his temper was. Him throwing a fit would mean the destruction of the world. He would break everything and anything he saw.
Even amidst all the anger, he would never break the one he loves.
The only one who braved the flames of fury was the one he vowed he would never hurt.
But he broke it.
So she left and he knew he deserved it.
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Filipendulous
Filipendulous (adj.) - hanging by a thread
Pairing: Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x GN!Reader; Genre: Roommates to lovers, angst, romance, hurt and comfort?, a bit of fluff; Rating: sfw, pg-15; Warnings: mentions of an argument, mentions of jealousy, mentions of drinking alcohol (not really responsible), mentions of an accident, mentions of results from said accident, short hospital setting, one kiss; Wordcount: 1.967
Summary: After a fight with your roommate you ran out of the apartment. Blinded by rage you get caught in an accident, leaving Jinyoung worried sick back at home.
The door slammed shut behind you, leaving Jinyoung in your shared apartment. He closed his eyes upon hearing the harsh and sudden sound, his jaw clenching in the process.
Jinyoung felt his fists shaking beside his body. The anger still reverberated through his whole body. This wasn’t the first fight he had with you and it wasn’t unusual for one of you to just leave the apartment and come back with fried chicken and beer later the same day.
This time though, Jinyoung had a sinking feeling within his stomach. Something didn’t sit right with him. It might be the green monster of jealousy still rearing its head causing that feeling but Jinyoung tried telling himself he was above that.
He wasn’t.
The whole reason the fight started in the first place. You had casually mentioned you planned to go out for a couple of drinks with one of your classmates from college - Lim Jaebeom.
Jinyoung just couldn’t hold his tongue and had to comment on your plans snarkily. Which in turns pushed you into the defence. One thing led to another and the two of you argued back and forth, throwing insults and stupid, petty arguments at each other's heads.
Until Jinyoung shouted: “Are you that desperate to get laid, you lower your standards this much?”
The last thing Jinyoung heard from you, had been a shocked gasp, followed by a scoff and your retortion: “Are you that jealous you even limbo under my low standards?”
Jinyoung exhaled deeply. As much as he hated to admit it, you were right. He wanted to be the one to go out with you, take you on dates even. Over the years of living together he fell for you and he became quite protective and sometimes even possessive over you. Though he never found the bravery to ask you out for real.
Once you returned he would apologise to you immediately. Jinyoung nodded several times as if he tried to reassure himself with that decision. He opened his eyes again, finally turning around and staring at the closed apartment door.
It would be a few more hours before you would actually return. For a split second he even considered running after you as the continuous nagging feeling inside of him, begged him to go. Yet he rationalised the situation and decided to stay at the apartment, figuring he wouldn’t catch you now anyway. Instead he went to the couch and sat down, turning on the tv to distract him as he waited.
Jinyoung scooted around on the couch, becoming more and more restless as you still didn’t show up again. Hours had already passed but no sign from you. His gaze wandered to the display of his smartphone, which he tapped again to check the time.
Not able to stay still anymore, Jinyoung stood up and paced around the living room, holding his phone in one hand and tapping the screen the second it turned black again.
There were no messages, no missed calls, nothing. Where the hell were you?
Jinyoung’s thumb hovered over your icon, ready to call you any second but something inside him made him hesitate. Was it his own pride, his uncertainty, the thought you just wanted to make him suffer a little longer?
At least that’s what he would have done. And Jinyoung knew you were just as petty as him at times. With a deep sigh Jinyoung placed the phone on the small coffee table again, wandering over to the cupboard with your liquor stash. He grabbed a shot glass and one of the strong liquors, moving back to the couch.
Instead of sitting on the couch though, Jinyoung sat on the ground in front of it. He leant against it with his back, one leg propped up where his arm rested on.
Soon enough one shot turned into three, four, five. By now Jinyoung had to concentrate quite a bit to pour himself another shot as he hadn’t eaten anything prior and the alcohol hit even harder than usual.
With the veil of drunkenness clouding his mind, he grabbed his phone holding it way too close to his face as he typed a message painstakingly slow.
“It3 getting late… where ar yo?”
He gulped another shot, staring at his phone screen in hopes to see the tell tale sign of you answering but nothing happened.
“If youre stayin out at least say soo…”
A deep frown appeared on his face as he continued staring at the messages. He only saw one check mark on them, meaning the messages didn’t even go through to your phone. Jinyoung - not able to think of anything better - poured himself another shot, downing it followed by a loud hiss.
The nagging feeling became louder and louder and Jinyoung couldn’t ignore it anymore. Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt absolutely miserable. He blinked several times and looked around the room, trying to keep the tears at bay.
He felt as if he hung by a single thread, unsure whether continuing to hang or letting go was the better option. Jinyoung only knew whatever decision he’d make would impact his life.
“Fuck it”, he murmured and pushed himself up, staggering a few steps until he regained his balance again. Jinyoung grabbed his phone and stumbled towards his shoes and jacket. His head spun heavily, making it extremely hard to put his shoes on.
After what felt like ages he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, ready to open the front door when his phone suddenly rang.
Jinyoung stared down at his hand, which still held the phone. He blinked once, twice, three more times until he was able to read the caller ID. “Y/N!” He almost shouted into the phone. “Where are you? I’ll come and get you! I was just about…”
Jinyoung stopped talking when he heard an unfamiliar voice interrupt him. “Are you familiar with someone named Y/N L/N?”
“Yeah.” Jinyoung didn’t dare to breathe, holding the air in his lungs as he attentively listened to the person on the other side of the call.
“Y/N was brought to us after a heavy accident. We did as much as we could-”
“Where? Which hospital? I’m on my way!” Jinyoung yelled into the receiver, the nagging feeling from before turning into dread that weighed heavy on him. “I’ll be there in a bit”, he said again after he got the location, hanging up the phone call.
Even though he said that, Jinyoung couldn’t move. One of his hands still held the doorknob, clutching it tightly so his knuckles turned white. A few tears rolled down his cheeks and he closed his eyes. Jinyoung inhaled shakily, twisting his face in pain.
There was no time to dwell in regret now. Jinyoung shook his head vigorously and turned the doorknob, rushing out of the door a second later. He half jumped and half ran the stairs down to the ground floor, pushing through the front door and colliding with a few passerby. Jinyoung turned around his own axis, the cold air hitting his face and sobering him up a little. He looked around to orientate himself, right before he sprinted down the streets. He ignored all the collisions and bumps and angry yelling behind him, only wanting to get to you as fast as possible.
Jinyoung panted heavily but felt somewhat sober again when he reached the hospital and walked through the doors, looking around frantically. Once a nurse pointed him into the right direction, he started running again.
He took two steps at a time, half pulling himself upwards on the railing. Jinyoung cursed under his breath, thinking he took way too long.
“I’m here”, Jinyoung blurted out as he opened the door to your room, scanning the surroundings and seeing nobody but you.
Someone cleared their throat behind him, making Jinyoung turn around on his heels. “As I tried to explain on the phone”, the doctor in front of Jinyoung spoke quietly, “we did everything we could but several bones are fractured and we assume a severe concussion as well. We’d like to keep them at the hospital for a few more days just to make sure we didn’t miss anything.”
“So that means?”
“They’ll be able to do everything as usual in a few weeks again and will be fully healed in a few months. For now we gave Y/N a high dosage of pain meds, which explains them sleeping. I actually wanted to lower the dosage anyway, resulting in them waking up. I’ll make an exception for you to stay here.”
Jinyoung nodded along to the explanation of the doctor, turning around to you when the doctor mentioned he could stay. He didn’t even wait for the doctor to say anything else before he walked over to you, pulling a chair next to your bed.
You were covered in bandages and bruises. You looked so frail like this and Jinyoung’s heart twisted in pain. With trembling fingers he placed his hands on your hand, leaning down to kiss the back of it.
Jinyoung had no idea how much time passed and he even had the inkling he fell asleep for a while, but when you groaned in pain he felt wide awake. He stared at your face with wide eyes, gently squeezing your hand with his. “Y/N?”
You opened your eyes, blinking rapidly to get a clear vision. Your eyes roamed around the unfamiliar room until they landed on Jinyoung’s form. You noticed the tears welling up in his eyes and how his lower lips trembled as he smiled at you. “Where am I?” You rasped, wincing in pain.
“Hospital”, Jinyoung answered softly and stood up, grabbing a glass of water and helping you to drink it. “You got caught in an accident ten minutes after you stormed out of our apartment.”
Your face twisted in displeasure while the memories flooded your brain. “Ugh.” You closed your eyes as a sob ripped through your body. “Can you hold me?” You barely managed to ask Jinyoung before you started crying, overwhelmed with all the emotions crashing back into you.
Jinyoung didn’t even hesitate and carefully climbed onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your form. He rubbed over your back and mumbled sweet nothings in hopes of calming you down again.
Despite the pain you turned on your side and hid your face in Jinyoung’s chest, clinging with your fingers on his shirt while you continued to cry.
“I thought I would die and never see you again”, you whispered after a while, having calmed down enough to speak again. “I was so scared I’d never see you again.”
Jinyoung kissed the top of your head, gently squeezing you against his chest. He didn’t know how to respond, yet he wanted to comfort you at all costs. “It’s my fault”, he murmured, “if my jealous ass could have just stayed quiet.” He laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I was so angry and idiotic but when you didn’t come back… I never want to experience that again.”
“Me neither.”
Both of you stayed silent for a while, simply basking in the presence of each other.
Jinyoung felt your beating heart against his chest, felt your slow evening breaths on his skin. He smelt your shampoo, combined with the sterile hospital scent and remnants of gasoline from the crash. He looked down at your form, smiling softly when you tilted your head back and met his eyes. “I love you.”
Neither of you reacted surprised by the confession, nor did you freak out by it. Instead you stretched your neck - once again ignoring the pain - and gently kissed him on the lips. “I love you too.”
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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.
#jaebeom x reader#jaebeom smut#jaebeom angst#got7 x reader#got7 smut#got7 angst#jay b smut#jay b x reader#got7 imagines#kvanity#ksmutclub#jay b angst#fromthebabe
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Brewed Love
Pairing: Mark X Jackson
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Coffee Shop!AU, s2f2l
Rating: General
Word Count: 1,518
Bingo Prompt: Hocus Pocus - BVNDIT
Summary: Jackson is comfortable working at the cafe Jaebeom owns. He expects to earn a living there, he doesn't expect falling in love.
Warning(s): Jackson being comically whipped, nothing more!
[a/n]: Happy Valentine's Day @sweetestofchaos! Sorry for this being late but I really hope you like it! It was pleasure talking to you and getting to know you. This fic is also my first entry for the Kpop Bingo project. I was struggling to come up with something for Hocus Pocus but I tried to make it work.
Jaebeom was both the first and last person Jackson thought would open a café. His parents did own a yogurt place so he was clearly knowledgeable on the issue but something about how fierce his hyung could be made it seem really unlikely. The only thing that could explain it to him was the fact that Jaebeom was married to their mutual best friend, heartthrob-cum-pain-in-the-ass Park Jinyoung. He was the only one who could really cool Jaebeom down and bring out the more domestic sides of him, him and their cats.
Whatever the cause, the opening of the café was a blessing for Jackson, wannabe star who was working his way up the ranks at a dance academy and crew, while making basically no money. Jaebeom had told him to join them whenever he was ready because he knew Jackson needed a way to make ends meet. The job was fun, the café was small, decorated classily and with a loyal clientele.
Jackson knew most of their customers by name and had their orders memorised, and loved to get to know the new ones, because it would be inevitable that they’d return in no time to Jackson’s megawatt smile, Jinyoung’s charming face and Jaebeom’s quality confectionery.
While most customers did a double take when they saw a handsome man like Jackson talk to them so sweetly, what was rare was Jackson being rendered speechless at the sight of a patron. He couldn’t blame himself though, it wasn’t a man who had appeared in front of them, but an angel, an angel who was speaking to him but he heard not a word of it.
“Excuse me?” Jackson snapped back to his senses when he noticed the slightly exasperated look on the angel-man’s face.
“Oh I’m so sorry, how can I help you?” He cringed internally at saying the wrong thing to the customer but he seemed to not notice and rattled his order out, which Jackson noted down diligently, his hand shaking through all of it. “You can find a seat, we’ll be there with your order in no time!” Jackson tried to ignore how his voice raised a pitch with the nervousness coursing through his body turning away as soon as he could to catch a breath.
The moment Jaebeom saw the look on Jackson’s face he knew something was up. “Saw a ghost?”
“Angel,” Jackson murmured, pointing in the direction of where the man sat.
The cogs turning in Jaebeom’s head was visible and it made Jackson feel even more jittery. The owner quickly flagged Jinyoung down and whispered something in his ear before grinning at Jackson. He snatched the order and got it done at lightning speed, depositing it on a tray and into Jackson’s hands.
“Serving duty!” A hard shove to his back had Jackson stumbling out of the kitchen. Jinyoung sent him a thumbs up from the spot at the register before turning to take orders. Jackson took a moment to straighten himself, praying that he hadn’t made a mess of his apron that day. Putting on his best smile, he made his way to the angel sitting by the large windows. The soft early evening glow of the sun made his skin glow in supernatural ways and Jackson would have been happy spending the rest of his life just staring at that image.
“Here you go!” He said, a bit too loud, as he set the tray in front of the man and bolted back before he could make more of a fool of himself. He heard the angel chuckle behind him and filed that sound into his folder of “Heavenly Sounds That Beat Music Any Day.” He tried not to think about the fact that the folder had a content count of one.
He tried not to stare too much but he didn’t do very well. Jinyoung had to make sure he was working properly, not wanting to anger customers with incorrect orders because Jackson was too busy writing poetry about the man by the window in his notepad.
Jackson watched with a look of despair as the man stood up, a little over an hour after he’d come, but did a double take when the he walked straight towards him instead of leaving.
“Are you the owner of this place?” Jackson could only shake his head and grab Jaebeom by the back of his shirt to drag him to the counter, too afraid of saying something dumb.
“What are you doing Jacks-” Jaebeom quickly caught himself once he saw the man across the counter, “Oh hi, how can I help you?”
“Would you have a moment?” The man asked, to which Jaebeom nodded and just as they were about to start talking, Jinyoung pulled Jackson away, telling him to take over the register again.
Anticipation brimmed within him as he kept glancing back to where Jaebeom was standing, his frown turning into a big smile by the time the conversation ended, concluding with a firm handshake.
Turning to catch Jackson’s eye, Jaebeom shot him a wink before disappearing back into the kitchen.
An exasperated sigh left Jackson as he tried to talk to Jaebeom but the owner wouldn’t budge. “Hyung,” he whined, “What did you two talk about? Heck, at least tell me his name.”
“Be patient, Jackson. You’ll find out soon enough,” Jaebeom said with an air of finality. Jackson pouted but nodded, packing up his bag and wishing Jinyoung a good night before heading home.
Jackson didn’t know whether to curse at Jaebeom or thank him because seeing his angel-man first thing in the morning was nothing short of a blessing. “Good morning,” The man greeted when he saw Jackson walk in, “I’m Mark Tuan. I look forward to working with you.”
“J-Jackson, nice to meet you too,” He stuttured before running to the kitchen to see his two friends looking supremely smug.
By some stroke of luck, Mark ended up getting along with them really well, fitting into their rhythm with little trouble. He turned out to be a really fun person to be around and it wasn’t long before the four of them became pretty inseparable.
Jackson’s little crush on Mark brewed as he got to know the older man better. Their shared knowledge of Mandarin made Jackson feel like he had just a bit more of an insight on the man, hearing his thick accent utter words he knew his friends wouldn’t understand.
He couldn’t tell when the crush turned to something more, but he definitely thinks it happened at the same time the two became friends. Working next to each other everyday, casually judging customers, trying to remember their names and orders, laughing in the kitchen with Jaebeom and Jinyoung as the two tried making new recipes. Mark became from the angel-man he met one day at the cafe to his best friend to the man he loved so easily that Jackson couldn’t even be scared. It felt so right, he knew it just had to be.
“So, when are you going to ask him out? After he gets sick of waiting for you and falls for someone else?” Jinyoung asked him one night as they were closing up shop. Mark had left early that evening sighting prior commitments and a part of Jackson prayed it wasn’t a significant other he didn’t know about.
“I know I should be I just don’t know how to do it,” Jackson lamented, draping himself in his best friend’s arms.
Warm hands wrapped his waist from behind as Jaebeom joined their hug. “You’re Jackson Wang. You can do anything. You managed to get into an elite Korean dance crew without knowing anyone or speaking a word of the language.” He pulled away, patting Jackson on the back, “Go get your man, Seunnie.”
The flowers were probably a bad idea, Jackson thought. What if Mark was allergic to pollen or something? His palms were sweating as he gripped the stalks in his hands, waiting for Mark to join him. He had asked the man out for lunch on their day off with much support from Jaebeom and Jinyoung (read: they snatched the phone from him and wrote the text themselves and sent it to Mark because Jackson had forgotten how to form basic sentences).
“Jackson!” Mark called out and Jackson looked up to see the man walk towards him and he was transported back to the first time he laid eyes on the man. He was so screwed.
“Hyung,” He said breathlessly as he thrust the flowers towards the man.
Mark looked surprised for a moment before smiling, “For me? They’re so pretty.”
“Hyung,” Jackson repeated, receiving a hum from Mark, “Do you wanna be, like, you know…” he trailed off.
Chuckling, Mark leaned down to place a soft kiss on Jackson’s cheek, “Yeah, I’d love to.”
#ahgaseadmirer23#musicbingo23#got7writerscollective#klibrary#got7 fanfic#got7 imagines#jaebeom#jay b#jackson wang#mark tuan#park jinyoung#got7 jayb#got7 jackson#got7 mark#got7 fluff#got7 scenarios
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Welcome to the official post of the 2023 Ghib li collab! This year is much smaller but no fear! All the stories are just as good. :)
And without further ado, here is the masterlist ^^
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@flurrys-creativity
-Title: Above the clouds
-Genre: Romance, S2L
-Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Reader
-Fandom: Seventeen
-Movie: The wind rises
-Warnings: tbd but definitely including an earthquake
Summary: Ever since he was a little boy Seungkwan loved the sky. After being encouraged by his late teacher, he moves to the big city hoping to become a pilot one day. Though after getting hurt during an earthquake when he saved you his dream vanishes into thin air. Ready to give up and move back home, Seungkwan didn't expect to meet you again - and he didn't expect for you to be the reason he didn't give up on his dream.
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@tamburins
-Title: TBA
-Genre: romance, forest fantasy au, werewolf au (kinda), mid smut
-Pairing: jaebeom x reader
-Fandom: Got7
-Movie: Princess Mononoke
-Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of gunshots, animal hunting, sexual themes
-Summary: After much consideration, Jaebeom decides he is ready to welcome you into his den.
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@daesukiii
-Title: Flower blossoms and Spilt Coffee
-Genre: fluff, one sided e2l, light angst
-Pairing: Lee Know x Reader
-Fandom: Stray Kids
-Movie: Kiki's Delivery Service
-Warnings: none
-Summary: A witch has moved into town, and you don't know how to feel about it. He's exceedingly nice, but he's opened a plant store and sells all manner of them, even flowers. Your own little flower shop will soon go out of business, especially since he's somehow situated right across from you.
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@sanjoongie
- Title: Love will find you when you're not looking
- Genre: romance, angst, smut, love triangle
- Pairing: San x Nari (OC) x Seonghwa
- Fandom: Ateez
- Movie: My Neighbor Totoro
- Warnings: mentions of illness, heartbreak, cheating!
- Summary: moving into the countryside had two purposes: one, to put Seonghwa in a state-of-the-art facility to see if there's a chance he might survive this illness, and two, so that you could enjoy your life while being without Seonghwa. What you never pegged was how magical the forest was surrounding your new home and finding comfort within it.
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@ani-untitled
-Title: Very (Very) Far From Home
-Genre: romance, fake dating, angst, drama, fantasy
--Pairing: Chenle x Lucy (OC), Chenle x Jisung (platonic)
-Fandom: NCT
-Movie: Howl's Moving Castle
-Warnings: none
-Summary: When an unfortunate encounter transports Lucy to a foreign country, she discovers that she has suddenly been embued with magic that she has absolutely no control over. Searching for a way to rid herself of her new powers, Lucy finds herself at the mercy of a mischievous and wealthy noble by the name of Zhong Chenle and his talented yet clumsy wizard friend Park Jisung. In return for their assistance in getting rid of her powers AND getting back home, Chenle approaches her with a question...
"Lucy Marshall, would you go out with me?"
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Knock, Knock | L.JB x M.YG | One
🩸pairing: Jaebeom x Yoongi
genre: Fluff
🩸au: Soulmate AU, Smut, Vampire AU, MxM
word count: 1.5K
🩸warnings: No major warnings for now.
rating: Teen (will change later on)
It's time to call the young ones home, at last.
🩸a/n: I have a vague idea for this, so I'm just going with the flow. This chapter is just setting the tone and giving you some background on our little town and bloodlines. Support/drip/mdni divider made by @benkeibear
taglist: @theharrowing @minisugakoobies
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The Min and Jeon bloodline has stayed in the town of Linemell, now known as Pavv, for many, many generations. It wasn’t until recently (a mere two hundred years) that members of the family left to lay down roots in new parts of the world. The Lim Manor still stood at the top of the hill, surrounded by the forest and seemingly untouched by time. A real life scene out of a gothic romance novel. Since the younger bloodline has packed up and moved away, with nothing but old stories to weigh them down, the older members of the family worried.
Hidden beneath the homes of the first Min’s and Jeon, an archive is filled with first hand accounts of the past. Journals, pictures, love letters and more, are tucked away for safekeeping, kept neat and tidy as if pulled from the very day they were made. It is the elder’s job to keep the archive alive and pass down the secrets of the past.
Min Suyung and Jeon Jaesun sit across from each other in the archive with two glasses and a bottle of wine. Laid out before them is the Min and Jeon household’s family tree and on top of the hand drawn tree is the latest smartphone with all the pictures of their family members neatly organized in folders by generation. On the Min’s family tree that is drawn in black, there is a small section to the left of the tree that branches off with red rose flowers encasing a single name.
Lim Jaebeom
From the roses around his name a vine shoots out and wraps around one of Min's family members.
Min Yoongi
On the Jeon’s family tree one name is circled multiple times in red.
Jeon Jungkook
Suyung stares down at the phone as it chimes with an alert and when she opens the message, a bright picture of her however many great-grandson greets her with that all familiar gummy smile. She takes a sharp inhale of breath and Jaesun’s eyes widen as he stares at the photo. On his own phone he opens the shared album of the Min’s from the 18th century and scrolls until blond hair catches his eyes. He taps the photo and sets his phone down beside Suyung’s. Together the two elders stare at the phone in silence. Two sets of cat eyes, two button noses, two strong jaws…
Suyung frowns at the black hair on her grandson’s head, it’s clearly hair dye. Other than the darker hair and metal hoops on the ears, her grandson, Yoongi looks just like he did many, many moons ago. Jaesun’s phone chimes with a new alert and when he opens it, his own great-grandson however far down the line, smiles in his photo. The Jeon’s are known for the doe eyes, it’s a dominant trait that is passed down, faithfully.
The elder Jeon doesn’t need to pull up his family's older portraits, he has a photogenic memory. The young man on his phone is a carbon copy of Jeon Jungkook from the past. His hair is a bit longer, his lip is pierced and there are many, many metal hoops and studs in his ears but there is no mistaking it. That is the Jeon Jungkook from the past.
Suyung swallows thickly as she pushes away from the table and Jaesun joins her, feeling his heartbeat speed up.
It is time to call the young ones home at last.
Yoongi really, really did not want to visit his however many greats-grandmother. He had never meant the lady and from what he remembers his great grandmother telling him, the older side of his family was bat shit crazy. They were old money and never left the comfort of their homeland, a town called Pavv, that Yoongi has never heard of. Honestly the only reason Yoongi is going to see the old woman is because she had promised him a pretty large lump sum of money. She told him to think of it as an investment for his music career that he was trying to pursue.
He is staying in South Korea with his friends Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin, and no they are not related as much as they lie and tell people they are cousins. The three had all meant at a club and the rest was history. Pretty much wherever Yoongi went he seemed to run into one of them. It seemed as though fate wanted them to be together, so Namjoon and Yoongi packed up their things and moved into Seokjin’s three bedroom apartment.
Seokjin is older than Yoongi but not by much. He has a pretty chill and goofy personality, his laugh never fails to make those around him laugh as well. His wide shoulders make him look more imitating that he really was and if he isn’t smiling, forget about it. The man has a serious case of resting bitch face and well, so does Yoongi, so he doesn’t mind. Seokjin often dyes his hair purple, for whatever reason he hates his natural brown hair and Yoongi cannot fault him for it. His own naturally blond hair is a pain to deal with ‘cause everyone just stares and asks what hair dye he uses.
Namjoon is the youngest in the group of three and it is hard to treat him like a baby. Not only is he the thickest in the group, but he is a little more serious at times. He has a killer set of dimples that always makes Yoongi unable to tell him no. Namjoon is smart, extremely so. He was studying marine biology at the time that he meant Yoongi but has since switched his major to biochemistry. He dabbles in music and often helps Yoongi with his lyrics and beats. The kid has a good ear. Namjoon’s hair is always changing, currently it is cut close to his head with the sides shaved down.
Yoongi asks his grandmother if he can bring his friends with him since he doesn’t feel comfortable traveling alone but he doesn’t tell her that. She agrees, while stating that she has more than enough room to house him and his friends. So, the three young men take off to the town of Pavv….
The moment Jungkook’s extremely great-grandfather reaches out to him, he is packing his bags for the town of Pavv. He did a little research and it’s the town of vampires…or so the stories say. He invites his friends, Taehyung and Jimin to tag along since they don’t have much of anything else to do. And who doesn’t love adventure? Jungkook is the baby of his friend group and he loves it for the most part.
He can get away with a lot if he just blinks those big ol’ owl eyes and pouts. Jimin calls him a bunny ‘cause of the way his nose scrunches and Taehyung calls him Bambie. To which Junkook laughs ‘cause the last time he checked a doe and bunny do not have tattoos or piercings. Nor do they sing in a half assed rock band.
Jimin is the oldest but he only beats Taehyung by two months which he loves to brag about. His is a walking dream, with thick thighs and plush lips to match. His hair is usually dyed blond or a lighter shade of brown, he likes to look soft. Though currently his hair is pink since he lost a bet with Taehyung. Jimin is what Jungkook likes to think of as in tune with himself. Jimin can pull off any look, no matter the style. Clothing is just fabric to Jimin, he doesn’t care if it is meant for women or men. If he likes it he will wear it.
He is confident and shy all at once, it always makes Jungkook dizzy how quickly Jimin can switch from one to the other. Jungkook was a victim of Jimin’s duality when he first met him. Jimin had been too worried about his phone conversation and crashed into Jungkook who had just gotten a fresh cup of hot coffee. Jimin was ready to snap but the moment he saw Jungkook’s watery eyes, he switched up and cooed about being sorry. He offered to buy Jungkook a better coffee from a cafe he liked and to replace his shirt as well as have it dry cleaned.
Taehyung is the middle child, as Jungkook’s mother likes to call him. He is an old soul trapped in a young body and he makes all the older folk swoon hard. It is pretty funny to see Taehyung dancing with someone’s grandma or helping an older man cross the street. He has this large smile that isn’t standard, it’s wide and rectangle, boxy. His eyes are warm and deep, filled with an old time wonder as he looks at the world around him.
Taehyung is studying to become an artist. He can paint like no other and that’s how he and Jungkook first became friends. They got dragged to a sip and paint. Somehow they got paired together and Taehyung’s portrait of Jungkook is still hanging up in his apartment to this day.
Jungkook being the nerd that he is, looks into Pavv before they all leave and he finds out that the Jeon’s hold a lot of power in the town. He shares his findings with his friends and he wonders what else he will find out about his bloodline…
#yoongi fic#yoongi smut#jaebeom fic#jeabeom smut#member x member#bts x got7#bts vampire au#got7 vampire au#yoongi x jaebeom#knock knock
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Tear You Apart | Ch.2
Pairing: GOT7 x OC
Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut
Rating: M
Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.
Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)
Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
The next week, one of their men reported back to provide all information collected on her. It really was a test for them to not take matters into their own hands following the discovery of their girl. Luckily for them, work was quite busy so they had other things to occupy their minds. But now they could focus on her.
Profile Summary
Name: Selah Stone
Age: 28
Occupation: Graphic artist
Address: Midtown Lofts, Apt 32
Bank information: Aura Credit Union, Acct #78934
Medical records: Section D
Family history: Section E
Relationship history: Section F
And so on and so forth.
Got7's reach was far and wide. They were able to learn everything about her. Where she ate, where she got groceries, what bars she frequented. It appears she has no family in this city but quite a few friends, including an ex-boyfriend.
Jaebeom growls handing off the only copy of the file to Jinyoung. "What is it?" Jinyoung questions, opening the file.
"You'll see."
The maknaes gather around Jinyoung to see what has their leader perturbed.
"Ex-boyfriend? No problem, we'll just kill him." BamBam brushes it off.
Youngjae rolls his eyes, "no. Remember what happened before? And hyung just said-"
BamBam cuts him off "I know, I know. We play nice this time." He huffs and walks to sit down "but that's so boring and it takes too long."
He's right, it does take too long but we have to be better. Jaebeom thought. "I need to think before we do anything. And we still have problems to work out with the nightclub acquisition. Is Otto still giving us trouble? We've already started the transition and we have the grand reopening on Friday." He looks to his right hand, Jinyoung.
"He's still being a prick, stalling unnecessarily. Mark and Jackson are at a meeting there now, they should be back soon."
"Send them to my office when they return." He walks away.
"Can I see the file now hyung?" Yugyeom pouts.
"No. I need to dig into this. I'll be in my office." Jinyoung leaves the maknes alone.
Mischief plays in BamBam's eyes. "Want to see her ourselves? I saw where she goes for lunch during work."
"Lets go!" Yugyeom.
Youngjae looks a bit apprehensive. Disobeying Jaebeom was not something he made a habit of but he wanted to see their new mate. "Okay let's go but we only look from a distance."
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A knock on the door brings Jaebeom out of his thoughts. "Come in"
Jackson and Mark walk in. "You wanted to see us?" Mark questions taking a seat at one of the chairs in front of Jaebeom's desk.
"Yes. How did the meeting go?"
Jackson scoffs, "it went." Smirking towards Mark. "Things should go smoothly from now on."
Jaebeom chuckles. "I take it he pissed Mark off."
"And did. He's lucky he's in a partnership with our brother legion." Mark's eyes darken.
"So he beat the shit out of him instead of killing him." Jackson laughs.
Mark was always level headed in discussions but he had a nasty temper when pushed too far. They had recently started the process of acquiring a series of nightclubs. They owned just a few already but they needed new spots to do business among other things. Otto, the owner of the nightclubs and member of another legion, didn't want to sell. His constant meddling and procrastination had reached a boiling point at today's meeting.
"I'm sure I'll hear about that from the other leaders. But otherwise good work."
"So about our girl..." Mark trails off.
Jaebeom hands him the file and begins to rattle off his plan.
"I was hoping the acquisition would go smoothly because one of the places she frequents will now be under our empire. Jackson..."
Jackson perks up at the mention of her name.
"I want you to lure her in." Jaebeom orders.
Jackson smirks, "with pleasure."
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Across town Selah was stepping into the café near her job that she frequented on her breaks. It wasn't huge but still had plenty of space for people to enjoy their food, or work.
Settling at a table in the corner, she feels like she's being watched again but a quick casual glance around doesn't provide any answers. Maybe i'm being paranoid.
"Dude stop." Yugyeom nudges Youngjae with a whisper yell. "You're going to scare her."
Youngjae shoves him off, "shut up, she can't tell its us."
BamBam chuckles, "and you didn't even want to come. God she's beautiful." The other two hum in agreeance. "I'm going to talk to her." He gets up.
The others hum again then they realize what he's doing, trying to stop him in hushed whispers. "Bammie wait-"
"Hi." Bam appears in front of Selah flashing his most charming smile.
Selah looks up and her heart stops. "Oh, um, hi!"
"I'm sorry to disturb your lunch but I saw you when I walked in and I'd regret it the rest of my days if I didn't at least introduce myself." He holds his hand out. "I'm BamBam."
"I'm Selah." She smiles mesmerized. "You're not disturbing me. Please have a seat"
After chatting for awhile, asking the basic 'get to know you' questions, Bam says, "I hate that to cut this short but I should get going. Can I get your number?"
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Back at the table. "You know, Jaebeomie-hyung is going to throttle him." Yugyeom says to Youngjae.
"Absolutely. But... we came with him." He sighs.
Yugyeom looks at his watch. "Yeah... we're in for it. We should head back."
"But we cant just yank him up from the table."
After what felt like forever, BamBam comes striding back over with a huge smile. The boys exit the café and get in the car to head back home.
"So what happened??" Yugyeom questions from the backseat.
"What's she like??" Youngjae adds in enthusiastically looking to Bam in the passenger seat.. All thoughts of what awaits when their older brothers find out are gone.
"She's perfect. I got her number." He giggles.
Yugy slaps his arm. "Bammie. You are in deep shit. You know that right?" He laughs.
"How are they going to know?"
"I'm not saying anything." Youngjae immediately responds. "Jaebeomie-hyung is already going to strangle me for coming along."
BamBam rolls his eyes, "no he won't. You're his precious baby." Bam pinches YJ's cheek. "You'll be okay. I, on the other hand may be banished."
Pulling up to the house they see Jackson coming out as they walk up.
"Where have you 3 been?" He questions.
Yugy quickly answers, "he had to collect from one of the groups on Canal. They gave one of our guys some problems, so we showed up together."
Jackson eyes them suspiciously as the maknaes try to keep their expressions neutral. "Hm. Okay. Well I'm off to get our girl. Jay B gave me the okay." He beams and walks away before they could say anything.
"Okay yeah. We might all die." Bam says with a 'yikes-my bad' expression.
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Later that afternoon, Selah is shopping for dinner at her usual grocery store. She gets the feeling she's being watched again. "Ugh. Seriously whats wrong with me?" She says quietly to herself.
She continues her shopping thinking of her meeting with BamBam earlier. He was really nice, and very handsome. If he does text her, she was resolved to be open to getting to know him. He was intriguing and it had been sometime since she had met someone new that was interesting to her. Just as she rounds the corner she bumps into someone.
"Oop. I'm sorry!" She gains her balance dropping a couple of items out of her basket.
The stranger is already bending down to gather the lost items. "Oh no, its my fault. I'm sorry." He stands and places the items in her basket.
She finally gets a good look at him and Selah is stunned. How was she able to meet two hot guys in one day. "I'm Jackson."
She caught herself staring. "Oh- uh- I'm Selah." She extends her hand.
"Wow. If I knew I would bump into such gorgeous people, I would've tried this store out sooner."
She blushes. Hard. Trying to deflect the attention from herself she asks, "oh are you new to the area?"
"A bit. I don't live here but I just bought a business in the neighborhood, so I've been around. Figured I try it since its close." Placing the items back in her basket. "Making pasta for dinner?"
She chuckles nervously. "Yeah. It's quick and easy. Long day today."
"I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from finishing your shopping." He chuckles nervously and goes to move.
"Oh it's okay!" I wish we weren't awkwardly in a grocery aisle. She smiles.
"My business is actually a club. We're opening this weekend. It's called Se7en. You should come."
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Note: it took me forever to write this and it kinda sucks and went all over the place lol to be honest I've been in a slump especially with this story. I just needed to get over this hump in the plot. I'll do better. Hope you enjoyed :)
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Losing Control - Pt. 5
❥ Pairings: Y/n x Everyone
❥ Genre: Wolf au, romance, fluff, omega verse
❥ Word Count: 1.7K
❥ Series: No Control
❥ 1 ･ 2 ･ 3 ･ 4 ･ 5 ･ 6 ･ 7 ･ 8 ･ 9 ･ 10 ･ 11
❥ Trigger Warning: Mentions of death in the past. Mentions of no longer wanting to live. If these things trigger you, please protect yourself and skip this part babies! Please remember you are valued and you are loved! 💖
❥ Warning: This is a work of fiction. The members displayed in this story are not meant as an accurate portrayal of the members of Stray Kids. Everything is made up and not real!
The pack was at a loss of what to do. Jisung had locked himself in Y/n’s room and refused to leave. Well, he hadn’t actually locked the door and the members could go in and out, but Jisung refused to acknowledge any of them. It was understandable; they had outcasted someone he loved without getting the proper story. Y/n had even tried to tell them that it wasn’t her. They should have believed her. But in that moment, nothing mattered more to them than Jisung and he had been dying. One woman wasn’t going to be chosen over a mate they had been with for years.
Some hoped that Jisung would understand that, and maybe he did. But that still didn’t ease the pain that he was feeling - the void in his heart with Y/n gone couldn’t be filled. He missed her, he needed her. But no one knew where she was and with a murderer on the loose, only the worst case scenarios were running through their heads.
“Come on Ji, you need to eat dinner, please?” Felix muttered as he knelt down next to the other, holding out the plate of food. “You skipped breakfast and lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” Jisung muttered.
Felix sighed heavily, sitting the plate on the bed. He sat down next to Jisung on the floor, giving the other a once over. He looked absolutely terrible and it was really eating at Felix inside to see his September twin in such a state. “Jisung, I know you miss her, but not eating isn’t going to bring her back.” he said carefully. “What point are you trying to make by starving yourself?”
“That I’d rather die than be without her.”
“That’s a bit dramatic.” Felix snorted and shook his head. “What about the rest of us? We’re still here.” Jisung scoffed and turned away from him.
“You don’t get it. Just go.”
Felix whined in the back of his throat at the comment. Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around Jisung’s waist and pulled the other into his lap. Jisung went willingly, all but flipping against the other. “I do get it, Sungie.” he whispered, voice deep and sending a shiver through the other beta. “I care about her too, a lot. And I hate that we did what we did and I wish I could take it all back.” he whispered, hugging Jisung closer.
“Lix-”
“We’re trying Sung. We’re trying to find her, to bring her back. To apologize for everything that was said and done.” he explained. “Please, the last thing I want is to find you dead too. I can’t lose you too.” Jisung whined and squirmed in Felix’s grasp. Felix loosened his hold, allowing Jisung to move and turn around, wrapping his arms around Felix’s neck tightly as he clung to him, crying into his shoulder.
“I’m sorry!”
“Shh.” Felix whispered and rubbed his back. “Don’t be sorry, Ji. I understand. But I can’t lose you too. I love you so much and I could never forgive myself if I just let you waste away.” Felix struggled to get out, choking on his words. Felix buried his face into Jisung’s neck, nuzzling against him as he let the other sob into his shoulder.
“Love you.” Jisung croaked out between each sob. Felix simply shushed him, rocking them back and forth gently, letting Jisung cry it out.
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Two months. It had been two months since you lost your second home - exiled by the people you had grown to love. Two months of suffering alone in a shelter, just trying to survive. The only solace you had was when you visited the library to continue your research. Jaebeom had come to be the only ray of sunshine in your life and you were thankful to have him. But you’ve been burned one too many times now to trust anyone. It was easier to keep people at a distance and your heart protected.
In between your library visits, you had also applied to jobs, which was more difficult than you thought, especially when most of the applications asked for a place of residence and you didn’t think they would be so understanding if you listed a shelter. You were lucky though when you applied to a bookshop. The owner was so stressed to hire someone that she didn’t even give you an application.
(“Do you have any experience in retail?”
“No. But I’m a quick learner!”
“Perfect, you’re hired!”)
And a quick learner you were, though for the most part it wasn’t that difficult of a job. You started out with just taking inventory and stocking the shelves. It was a simple job and really the help the owner wanted while she ran the register and dealt with customers.
The shop itself was a cozy little building nestled on the corner of an intersection. The mornings usually brought bright rays of sunlight and a warmth that you imagined was what all those female characters in the movies felt; you blamed Felix for that. And evenings bright about beautiful rainbow skies and peace. Though you didn’t get to see many of the evening shifts - your curfew with the shelter was always in effect. But in two months you had managed to save up quite a bit of money, though nowhere near what you needed to be able to afford a place of your own. It was just nice being able to finally buy food that you were specifically craving and never worried that the shelter was serving something you didn’t like.
You never realized how much you value your family and independence until it was taken away.
Family.
That’s what the pack is, or well was. They had been your family that had nurtured you in the best ways they could. Even though things had been very rocky and dynamics were uncertain, you considered that part of your life the best part. Your happiest times.
You really missed them.
“Y/n.” You jumped, dropping the stack of books in your hand, eyes wide as you stared at the shop owner. “Jumpy little thing, aren’t ya?” She snickered. There was always something about the way she spoke and carried herself that was off to you. She was mischievous when given the opportunity - like now - and you often thought that maybe she was a fox shifter. But you could never smell a scent on her. And sure you weren’t “trained” in sniffing, you kinda figured it was just second nature that your wolf would be able to sniff out other shifters. Like it had with that old man in the library. You were certain the owner was just a normal human who liked to jest.
“Sorry, ma’am” You quickly apologized, kneeling down to pick up the books, checking to make sure there wasn’t any damage to them. Thankfully there wasn’t.
“Don’t worry about it.” She waved you off. “Listen, I have to run a few errands, think you can handle the shop while I’m gone?” You stilled, frozen in fear because sure, you could handle the shop while she was gone but what if you got a customer? You only had the bare basics of how to work the registrar. So many things could go wrong. You could feel the stress and anxiety rising within you.
“Hey, calm down.” Her soothing voice broke you out of your thoughts, body almost instantly relaxing. “If you want, you can just turn the sign to closed.”
“Are you sure?” You asked softly.
“Yeah. So what do you say?”
“Um, okay.” Nodding, you stood, clutching the books to your chest.
“Perfect. I’ll be back soon.” She waved as she disappeared around a bookshelf. A few moments later you heard the door open with the sound of a chime, closing shortly after. You were alone in the shop.
You could do this. You could do this.
Taking a few deep breaths, you decided to continue working on stocking the shelves and headed over to the history section. A few of the books in your arms belonged there and as you searched for the right spot to slip them in, your eyes landed on a title that just seemed to scream your name.
Faded History: Native Packs
You knew the store carried books on shifters, a specialty of its kind. You didn’t really find books on the subject outside the library. It’s not like people weren’t aware of shifters, but it didn’t seem like they were actively taught in schools. Well at least not human schools. You remember Jisung telling you about his experience in school and how he went to a shifter only one. The segregation seemed extreme but given the life you led previously, it’s to be expected. Hunters wouldn’t exist otherwise, right?
Putting the books down, you pulled the book loose and examined the cover - black with embossed gold. The cover felt like it was made of leather and just overall had a very timely feel to it. Opening it, you flipped through the pages for a moment before stopping on a page that, again, just felt like it was calling out to you.
The Bloodrose Massacre
A lump formed in your chest, heart suddenly racing and you didn’t know why. But that name - Bloodrose - resonated with you. It was a feeling from deep inside you, your wolf pacing with anxiety and yet familiarity with it. You began reading, lost in the words scrawled upon the pages as it told of a horrible massacre of a wolf shifter pack. The culprit was apparently an ex-lover to one of the alphas and in a jealous rage, she murdered them all before escaping into the night.
With each word, it felt like your throat was closing up, making it more difficult to breathe. You couldn’t imagine such an act happening, or the mindset the woman had to be in to just murder a pack like that. And they didn’t fight back? That was odd, but then again if the person killing you was someone you knew, you probably wouldn’t put up a fight at first either. And it only took a moment of having your guard down for an attacker to get the upper hand. You knew that well, it was part of your training.
The book continued, speaking of a lone survivor of the massacre, who thankfully spoke with the author of the book to recount the tale. They had been young then, had witness their family being murdered and was more than willing to name the assailant. Two words were the last entry for that chapter. Two words that struck a harsh chord in your heart that you suddenly felt nauseous.
The person who killed an entire shifter pack, her ex-lover included, was your mother.
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The taste of Red Wine part 9 (second half)
A/N: Right here is the second half of chapter 9, I’m starting to actually like where the plot is going so far. Y/N’s going to be badass real soon and I like the new drama I’ve created in this part, so enjoy~
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Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and it’s fanfiction. All events and things I wrote about in this Mafia alternative universe are purely based on my imagination and fiction. This story is for entertainment purposes and nothing else. I only own Lee Meílíng Y/N and other villains mentioned in said chapters.
I do not own BTS or Bighit Entertainment/HYBE Labels or the other K-pop idols, or artists. I’m also not associated with any of the said artists in my fanfiction. I do not support The Mafia or any of the violence, crimes, or actions that have happened in this story.
Genre: Mafia AU, (Specific) Female Reader, Mafia Leader! Yoongi, Romance, Drama
Warnings: Abuse, alcohol, assassination, brutality, gunshots, physical violence, smoking, strippers, mature content, sexual assaults, murder
Summary: You moved into your friend’s apartment where you temporary stay in the hopes of forgetting your toxic ex-boyfriend. An uncomfortable encounter at the nightclub leads you to meet two women who you befriend. After some time you’ve decided to take a flight to China to visit your family along with Renjun and his acquaintances.
Y/N decides to form a new group, entering the Mafia world with her own power.
Last edited: On the 13th of August 2022
Wordcount: 3,905
A few days had passed…
“Sir. Lock-on the left guy in the corner,” Taehyung spoke into his hearing device. “Got it,” Yoongi targeted the guy as he shot him. The guy fell to the ground as Jimin walked towards him. “Boss, this doesn’t seem to be the one,” Jimin said, checking the wounded guy.
Crap. I thought that I had finally gotten a hold of Jayden again. But I missed my target.
“Yo! Come on, I heard the shots coming from here! Our hideout has been busted!” Some men yelled as they ran. “Boss, what should we do?” Taehyung asked, looking over at Yoongi for his response. Fuck. These 3-man-cell missions aren’t going so well.
“Burn it.” Yoongi said coldly, “burn it all away, make sure none of them gets to run away anymore.” He poured bottles of alcohol on the ground.
What’s Suga thinking of? This decision is rather rash. Jimin thought. “Kim, how many are there?”
“Around 5-8 men, but I’ve lured them back into the place. It’s up to you and Suga to finish everything now.” Taehyung said, walking to their vehicle.
“Fuck! It’s the Bangtan! We have to get out of here!” A guy shouted as Yoongi shot him. “This is bad, we can’t get out of here!” Another guy yelled desperately.
“Park,” Yoongi looked over as he nodded, “got it, Sir,” Jimin said as they both threw a lighter and a matchstick to the ground. The entire place began to burn as the two of them got out through a large hole in the ceiling.
“Come on, get in, JK reported to me that the GOT7 are waiting for us at the mansion,” Taehyung said, pulling up as they drove away.
“Min Suga, aren’t you missing a member of yours?” Jaebeom asked, looking around as Yoongi sighed. “We’re back to being a four-man group, Jaebeom.”
“What? So Ms. Y/N isn’t here anymore?” Jackson got up as he was surprised. “Noona doesn’t work for us anymore and we’ve severed all ties with her, Mr. Wang,” Jungkook replied as he looked down.
“How come?” Jackson asked as Yoongi clenched his fist when Jimin looked over, “look Wang, let it go.”
“We need your assistance, JK’s recovery isn’t taking too long. And I need to run as four members if I want any chance of chasing Seth Mikeson down.”
Jaebeom sighed before nodding. “The last time we did a deal the WayV almost got us, remember?” Yoongi nodded, running his tongue at the front teeth. “I know, but I got us all saved, right?”
“Listen if you don’t want to help I understand, but I’ll hand you over twice the money if you do.”
“Okay Min Suga, I’ll negotiate. But I need an explanation, we can discuss it just you and me in your office.” Jaebeom said, getting up from the couch as he walked upstairs.
“So tell me the reason why you severed all ties with Ms. Y/N, did she turn out to be a threat to you in the end?” Jaebeom asked, looking at Yoongi as he shook his head slightly. “I’ll tell you the whole story and what happened.”
“…She was never a threat, but she decided to leave us.” Yoongi conveyed as he finished addressing the whole situation to Jaebeom. “Our encounter with the Way V Gang was also partially the reason for her departure.” He sighed, looking at the window as Jaebeom scoffed.
“Min Suga, I’ll lend a hand in your upcoming mission. Want to go out for a drink?” He asked when Yoongi turned around. “Sure, let’s go,” he said, grabbing his car keys as the two of them walked out of the office.
“Boss going out to drink?” Jimin asked, sipping on boba milk tea. “Yeah, I’m going out drinking with Jaebeom. I might need you to pick me up later.” Yoongi said, leaving with Jaebeom when Jackson walked into the kitchen.
“So it’s true, huh? Y/N left you all?” Jackson asked, drinking from his water bottle as Jimin nodded, “Boss doesn't want to talk about Y/N or ever mention her name again. She has become a stranger to us now.” He explained as he simply nodded. “Alright, understood Park.”
“I suppose you don’t want to talk about Y/N, but I can’t help but wonder,” The bartender handed him two Soju bottles. “Do you still have any feelings for that woman, Suga?” He asked, pouring the Soju into the two shot glasses as he drank his shot. “You know that my personal relationship doesn’t concern you, Jaebeom,” Yoongi scoffed, drinking the shot.
“I know but you seem so different now. I don’t want you to get too soft over an ordinary woman, Suga,” He said as Yoongi scoffed, “Y/N was no ordinary woman, she was special. She was willing to sacrifice her own life if it meant that the Way V wouldn’t get our location or information on us, she was my first love in high school but I knew her way back in kindergarten.” The two Mafia bosses continued drinking for hours when Jaebeom dialed Jackson’s number, telling him to pick him up.
“Jesus, Boss you sure drank a lot tonight,” Jimin sighed, wrapping Yoongi’s arm around his neck. “Shaddap…” He mumbled, completely drunk as he helped him out of the car. “I’ve received a call from a client. They seem to have a small job for us.” Jimin informed him as he started the engine and began to drive. “I’ll look at it tomorrow–” Yoongi groaned, drinking a bit of water bottle. “–Boss, I believe it’s an urgent job, please just check your mail once we’re home.” He advised as he scoffed at his member’s response.
Yoongi scoffed heavily, sitting in his office chair before frowning. He checked his mail.
Dear Min Suga
[I’m writing this because I and my daughter are in a dangerous situation, my stalker whom I’ve reported several times to the police for theft and sexual assaults. He won’t leave me alone. The police have arrested him before but he is out of jail after two weeks.
His name is Nathan Jones, I haven’t been able to sleep or live in peace. He has always found my address and workplace.
I’ve moved 4 times because of him, please do something about him. I don’t care if you may end up killing him, I just want to live safely with my daughter. I’m willing to pay a lot of money to your group for this favor, my number is 09 01 19 92.
Please contact me as soon as you’ve read my message.]
- Christina W.
“Another one of these human scumbags, huh?” He finished reading it and scoffed then he dialed the number immediately. I don’t know if she went to bed. I mean it’s almost 4:00 AM…
“Hello…”
“Hey. This is Min Suga, from the Bangtan Gang. I’ve read your mail, I’m willing to take this job request. Are you available after 3 PM?”
“Uh, that’s bad timing I have to pick up my daughter from kindergarten at that time. Can I request to meet with one of your members around 1 PM at the “Ewha Womans Univ.” station and meet up in your office?” The woman suggested as Yoongi nodded. “We can do that. Is there anything else?”
“Regarding the payment, how much do I owe you?”
“The Bangtan usually solves the payment inside my office, but I can assure you this isn’t going to cost you a lot. Hmm, expect it to be between 5,000-10,000₩. I’ll talk more in detail when we meet in person, right now I’m too drunk.” Yoongi scoffed as the woman giggled a little, “alright that’s a deal. I’ll hang up now, see you tomorrow Mr. Min,” She said before hanging up.
Yoongi rolled his neck, opening his laptop as he typed the information into his word document, “right this client’s name is Christina W. and this job is regarding a sexual assaulter, hmm.”
Fuck, I got so fucking wasted. I could barely even focus during that call. Yoongi thought to himself, shaking his head as he walked over to the couch, kicking his shoes off as he lay on it before falling asleep.
It was Tuesday the 2nd of June 2020. “Morning, I’ve made us breakfast Hoseok,” I said, gently patting his hair as he growled, turning around in his bed. “Alright, I’ll be up in a second,” He said in his tired, raspy voice as I left his bedroom.
“So I’m going to stay at Jisoo’s place, I’ll move my clothes and belongings by tomorrow, what time is your dance class?”
“Heh, it’s at 8:00 PM, but do you need me to help with moving your boxes or such?”
“I’d appreciate it, Hobi, but the ladies will help me. Have fun with your dance crew, okay?” I said, eating my Kimchi scallion pancakes. “Roseanne and Lisa?” He asked, eating his pancakes as I nodded, “also Jisoo now that she’s back in Seoul,” I smiled.
Yoongi woke up to the harsh light shimmering through the blinds as he grumbled. He checked the time as it indicated 8:49 AM. “Fuck,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I should’ve drank so much last night,” he got up as he left the office and went to the bathroom and pissed into the toilet. Yoongi started the shower and began undressing, he threw his clothes into the basket as it was filled with previously worn clothes.
He finished showering as he put on a clean pair of boxers, a white tank top, and some loose Adidas grey sweatpants. He went downstairs to make his usual Americano. “Morning, Hyung,” Jungkook said, grabbing banana milk out of the refrigerator. “Mornin’ Jungkook, you’re up quite early, how’s your arm?”
“Yeah, I was working out earlier. I’m starting to feel a bit better, I think I can finally start going on missions again. My wound has almost healed.”
“That’s good to know, I have a meeting with a client later at 1 PM. It’s regarding a sexual assaulter and stalker.” Jungkook looked at him as they nodded, “another one of those, huh?”
“Yeah, I think me and him should be able to locate the asshole, no problem. But I might have to get help from GOT7 to make sure he’s gone for good.”
“Alright, want me to help with anything?” Jungkook asked as he nodded, “once the client’s here I want you to do some investigation on recent and the most sexual assault attacks in the districts of Seoul. Send the report to my mail.” Yoongi commanded as he went to his office.
“Hello, Mr. Min,” the woman walked inside Yoongi’s office and bowed. “Hello Ms. W. welcome, please have a seat,” Yoongi pointed at the empty chair in front of his desk. “Thanks, let me describe what this crazy stalker looks like.” She said, placing a few polaroids on the stalker as he scoffed. “Seen this bastard before can’t believe the cops have already released him again.” He sighed, adjusting his glasses as he began typing into his laptop. “You and your daughter are living safely now, right?” Christina nodded, “yeah, but I’m worried he might find us soon again.” she held her hands together nervously as he looked at her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he won’t be a problem anymore,” Yoongi said, “how do I pay you?” she asked as he placed a piece of paper with the transaction number. “You can pay after I’ve gotten rid of him, just make sure you take care of your daughter and yourself,” Yoongi said, looking at her as she nodded. “Thank you, Min Suga.”
“You said this bastard has been hanging around this strip club?” Yoongi spoke to Jackson as he pointed at the back door. “Yeah, JK has dug some valuable information that Nathan Jones was seen at this club frequently,” Jackson said, pulling his mask on. “Right, so I’ll go and ask the strippers around if they’ve seen him,” he said, walking inside as he looked around before turning his hearing device on. “You know, Mr. Suga that Candy girl of yours is here too–”
“–Jackson, focus on our mission I don’t have time for unnecessary drama, tell me once you’ve found him,” Yoongi said coldly into the earpiece.
Jackson walked around as one of the strippers approached him, he nodded and walked into the room. “Suga, one of the girls told me that Nathan will be here in 6 minutes, be on the watch,” he reported as Yoongi looked around. When he felt someone wrapping their arms around his chest, “Oppa, it’s been a while where have you been?~” The woman cooed, caressing his chest as he turned around to see Candy standing in front of him.
“Candy… I don’t have time to talk to you right now,” He said, walking away from her as he walked past the crowd. “Oppa, you’re no fun,” she said, holding onto his wrist as she leaned in, pressing her chest against his arm as he glared at her.
“Suga, he’s here, he’s the guy wearing the brown leather jacket and in tight ripped skinny jeans,” Jackson reported via the earpiece as Yoongi nodded, putting his mask on and pulling out his revolver. Candy quickly backed away from him as he began shooting Nathan several times as everyone in the club began fleeting. “Fuck, who are you?” Nathan spoke, looking up slightly when Yoongi pulled him by the hair before lowering his mask. “Min Suga, however not that it matters because I’m killing you now.” He scoffed before pointer the gun at his forehead as he shot him dead.
“Hello, Taehyung please call our client. I’ve successfully gotten rid of her abuser.” Yoongi said before hanging up as he stood outside of the nightclub. “Where are you going, handsome?~” Candy asked, drinking from her glass of beer. “You should not hang around here, it’s dangerous,” he scoffed slowly walking away as she pulled him by the sleeve. “Did you by any chance break it up with that girl of yours…?” She leaned and whispered into his ear as he turned his cheek to glare at her. “What was her name? Y/N was it?” Yoongi clenched his fist as he began walking away, not answering her questions.
“Jackson, let’s go,” Yoongi said coldly as he nodded, “what about the body of Nathan?” he asked, looking at the back door as Yoongi sighed and opened the door. “I’ll let that fucker rot there, besides I haven’t left any obvious evidence of us there. Taehyung has hacked their CCTV system for us so we’re both clear.” He explained, starting the engine as they drove off to the mansion.
For now, I’m currently staying at Jisoo’s apartment. She had just returned from attending various fashion events in Spain. I had the entire apartment for myself as she was visiting her family in Gyeonggi.
I decided to go to the nightclub “NB1 & NB2” in Hongdae by myself after that horrible breakup with Daniel.
The music played loudly as I shook my hips while dancing to Mommae by Jay Park. It’s been a while since I last went to a nightclub by myself. “Hey, the name’s Chad,” A random guy said, walking up to me as he had his hand on my waist I turned around, lashing his hand away. “Shit, why so feisty?” Chad said as I scoffed, glaring at him. “Fuck off, Chad,” I said, walking away when he grabbed me by the hair I screamed when he looked into my eyes.
“Shit, hasn’t that ex of yours taught you to not cuss?” The crowd around us gasped and backed up as they seemed to fear Chad. “Let fucking go of me, you asshole.” I grit my teeth together.
“Say you’re Daniel’s bitch, right?” Chad chuckled, “he’s been searching for you, have you been hiding from him?” I felt tears form in my eyes as his grip tensed in my hair, “if you play nicely then I promise I won’t tell him where you’ve been staying lately–”
Suddenly I heard Chad groan when he fell to the ground, his grip loosened as I turned around to see a woman with a black blazer, Gucci t-shirt, and tight leather pants stepping on him with her black stiletto heel. “–Oh my, why is it always you that I run into whenever there’s a ruckus in the club, Chad?” She asked, applying pressure on the heel as he groaned. Crap. Seulgi K. and her other bitch… He thought.
“You okay?” A tall woman asked as she wrapped an arm around me as I nodded, “yeah, thanks for saving me you two,” I managed to mumble when Chad glared at me as the woman removed her foot, she walked in front of his head as she crouched down, her silver necklace dangling in front of him as he gasped.
“Listen Chad… If you value your life I’d run away right away now.” She whispered as his eyes widened. “Crap, it’s those bitches…” Chad mumbled before getting up and running away. I looked at her as she patted her lap, “he didn’t touch you inappropriately did he?” The woman asked as I shook my head slightly, “he did but thanks you for sorting him out for me,”
“It’s no biggie, me and Seulgi have seen way too many fuckers like him,” The tall woman explained as I nodded, “by the way, I’m Joy and this is Seulgi,” she said, pointing at the woman with the Gucci t-shirt on. “It’s nice to meet you both, call me Y/N,” I said, bowing slightly as Joy smiled. My eyes were focused on Seulgi’s silver necklace, its silver cursive font ‘RV’ caught my attention as it seemed to spell out a brand of some sort.
“You should be careful whenever you’re in Hongdae, okay?” Seulgi said, escorting me to her car. “There’s been a lot of sexual assaults recently in this area,” Joy said, sitting next to her as I nodded, looking down slightly. “Where do you want me to drop you off, Y/Nssi?” Seulgi asked, driving as I looked in the mirror. “Ah, “Yongsan” station, please,” I mumbled, looking at the window. “You seemed quite upset and frustrated earlier…” Joy added as I sighed before explaining that I had broken up with my ex-boyfriend and came to the club to forget about him.
“Wah, that sucks, I’m sorry that happened to you Y/Nssi,” Seulgi said, handing me a box with Kleenex as I accepted it before wiping my tears away. “He’s absolute trash if I ever stumble upon him I’ll make sure to kill him, Unnie,” Joy swore as I chuckled a bit. “Eheh, thanks I’m just grateful that I’m not staying with him anymore.” After some time of chatting and trashing my ex-boyfriend, I felt a lot better. “Say Y/N, next time let’s go to a nightclub or karaoke bar together,” Joy said as the vehicle stopped near the station, “oh I would love that!” I said while getting out.
“Thanks, girls for everything,” I said, bowing my head sincerely as Seulgi smiled, “no worries, we women need to have each others’ backs, here’s my number Y/Nssi,” she said, handing me a red piece of paper with her number on it. “Thanks, you two, have a wonderful night,” I smiled, waving as they drove off as I went upstairs to the 5th floor.
About a month had passed as it was the 1st of July 2020. “Well, I’ll see you guys in about a month, okay?” I said, pulling the handle to my baggage as I looked at Namjoon, Hoseok, Jisoo, and Roseanne. I stood in front of the airport security checkpoint when I looked back at them. “Aww, Y/N and Renjun have fun, okay?” Roseanne crossed her arms and smiled as I hugged her. “Make sure to take a lot of pictures and tell me all about the great memories you’ve created once you’re back again, Y/N,” Jisoo said whilst hugging me softly as I nodded. “Tell your family that I said hi, take good care you two, okay Renjun?” Namjoon said as Renjun nodded, holding onto his baggage's handle, “don’t worry, with Y/N around I know we’ll be okay.”
I looked over at Hoseok as he gave me a big hug, “see you in a month, don’t forget to bring my snacks, okay, Y/Nie?” He chuckled as I nodded as Renjun took a hold of my hand, “come on, Jie or we’ll be late,” he said as I looked at him with a soft smile.
“Alright see you guys, I’ll text you as soon as we’ve landed safely,” I said, putting my sunglasses on when Renjun walked through the checkpoint I took a few steps before waving and blowing kisses to my friends. “Bye-bye,” they all waved as I walked through the gate along with him.
“Heh, I’m going to miss them so much,” I said to Renjun as we stood on the horizontal escalator. “That’s only natural, heh,” he chuckled before leaning in as I placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Anyways, it’s a private jet, right?” I said as he hummed. “Let’s hurry, Lucas and Hendery are waiting for us,” I tugged some hair behind my ear as I sent a text message.
“Hey, Hyejin, we are about to head to the plane I’ll call you once we’re at the hotel.”
I walked to the counter I placed my passport, and they scanned it and let me go through Renjun soon after followed by. “Are you nervous, Jie?” Renjun asked, holding my hand as we looked at the flight of stairs leading to the private jet. “No. Not when I’m with you, Renjun,” I smiled, softly caressing my thumb over his hand.
“Long time no see Ms. Meílíng,” Hendery said, smiling slightly as I walked up and took my sunglasses off. “Likewise, Mr. Wong,” I said, handing him my baggage as he took it. “Hey, Lucas and Yuqi,” I greeted them as she smiled, “Hey, Y/N you look so pretty!” I smiled, sitting next to the window. “You look quite stunning yourself, darling,” I said as Renjun sat next to me.
“Prepare for take-off,” The pilot said. “Thanks for choosing to fly with Way V’s private jet, I’m Qian Kun your pilot, please fasten your seatbelts.”
“Great news, I’ve booked you two a 5 stars hotel in Shanghai, named “Pudong Shangri-La” it’s nearby the Shanghai Tower.” Yugi giggled, smiling as she looked at the window in her office. “Thanks, Yuqi,” I said, putting my phone on flight mode as we were about to take off. “It’s going to be so nice to be away from Seoul,” Renjun exclaimed, rolling his head back as I chuckled and scrolled through Tik Tok on my phone. “Can’t wait to visit my family in Jilin,” he exclaimed as I smiled. “Can’t wait to see my family either.” I giggled, cuddling with him as he smiled brightly.
It’s unbelievable to see myself working with Kunhang and his gang despite the things that have happened between us. But I’m taking this opportunity to gain strength and get back at the Bangtan by teaming up with Huang Xuxi, Huang Guanheng, and Huang Renjun.
“Bye Seoul,” I mumbled to the window, lowering my sunglasses as the jet began to take off.
I blinked before getting lost in my thoughts. Bye, Min Yoongi…
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[ play ] sender plays with receiver's hair [Jaebeom to Kiwoo]
PROMPTS FOR THE ROMANCE OF HANDS & TOUCH
Upon Yejoon's request, Kiwoo served as a model for pose references. As far as he could understand, he was looking for inspiration for a new webtoon, and having a real reference could speed up the process.
Jaebeom joined them soon after but, in order to let the other work with the pictures he had taken, they gave him space and put a series on TV. Kiwoo sat on the floor, his back resting against the sofa while Jaebeom sat on the sofa itself.
He felt playful fingertips touching his hair and he looked at the one responsible for it. Kiwoo just gave him a soft smile and leaned against the touch. After having eaten, the soft play with his hair lulled him. Little by little, his head began to droop, falling asleep with his head on Jaebeom's lap.
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Truth or Kiss
Pairing: Choi Youngjae (GOT7) x GN!Reader; Genre: Fluff, Friends to lovers, Romance; Rating: sfw, pg-13; Warnings: lots of awkwardness, playing Truth or Dare, Youngjae grabbing the chin of the reader, a peck on the cheek, a kiss and language; Wordcount: 1.717
Summary: Joining truth or dare at a party you hadn’t expected to be left alone with your crush after only a few rounds in. Though maybe this was your chance to get to know him better and maybe even ask about his crush.
A/N: This is loosely based on an asmr youtube video again.. like I listened to it while trying to sleep and I just thought yeah.. that’s a sweet idea
You awkwardly shifted in your seat, looking everywhere but the one person left inside the room with you.
At first you hadn’t thought much about it when your friends dragged you to one room and said they wanted to play some games with a few people, which they did in the beginning. But shortly after all of you started to play the game Truth or Dare, they left one after another. All of them with some lame excuse you noticed after Bambam said he would go and get some more beers despite Yugyeom having said the exact same excuse five minutes before him.
Now the living room was basically empty and none of your friends returned from their quests of getting stuff. So you sat awkwardly opposite of your long time crush Choi Youngjae.
He sat on the couch and tapped a few messages on his phone, apparently not bothered by the missing friend group at all.
You jumped slightly in your seat when he put the phone away and looked back up at you with a bright smile. “Sorry, had to answer those. So? Whose turn is it?” He looked around and immediately looked back at you. “Where’s everyone?”
A nervous chuckle left your lips and you once again looked everywhere but him. “Bambam left to get some beers after Yugyeom said he would get some while Mark said he had to make a phone call and Jackson wanted to get some snacks together with Jinyoung. Also I’m pretty sure Jaebeom just went to bed already.”
Youngjae snorted at that comment, agreeing with you in an instant. “Well, since they’re going to come back we can continue playing the game, right?”
For a split second you stared at him with wide eyes before avoiding eye contact again. “Us two?” You asked, swallowing nervously before continuing, “only us? Is that even possible?”
“It’s going to be fine. I’m sure of it. So, do you wanna start?” He scooted to the edge of the couch, leaning forward in hopes to capture your gaze. “Or we could play rock, paper, scissors to determine who starts.”
You quickly nodded and held your hand out, waiting for him to count down.
“Rock, paper, scissors, go!”
A small smile appeared on your lips, seeing that you won the round. You shortly glanced at Youngjae, who cutely cursed under his breath for losing. “Are you upset?”
“What?” Youngjae looked back up at you, laughing shortly once he realised why you asked. “No, no! I’m totally fine with losing. Happens to the best of us. So, I’m going to start?” He looked at you, waiting for you to nod. “I choose - wait, you do know the rules of Truth and Dare, right?”
You snorted and quickly covered your mouth behind your hand. “We played the game already before everybody left.”
“Oh, right.” Youngjae rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. “Well, then I choose Truth.”
You hummed softly, looking around the apartment and trying to come up with a question for him to answer. Of course you had some questions you truly wanted to know the answers for but you weren’t sure whether you should ask them already. Therefore you settled with something simple. “Do or did you enjoy this get together?”
“I do enjoy them! It’s nice to spend some time with people I like.” This time Youngjae avoided eye contact as he said the last part of his answer. “Okay, your turn! What do you choose? Truth or Dare?”
“Truth!”
Youngjae laughed softly upon hearing your quick answer. “Alright. Do you like someone? As in someone like a crush?”
You felt the heat rising into your cheeks. You stared at your hands in your lap, twisting and turning your fingers nervously. “I- I do.”
Youngjae hummed. “My turn again. I choose Truth. Again.”
“Do - do you have a crush on someone you talked to in the last 24 hours?” You rushed through the question and nearly worried you spoke too fast but Youngjae tapped his chin in thought while a smile spread over his face.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Really? Who is it?”
He laughed loudly and shook his head. “Ah, ah, ah. You only get to ask one question per round! You could ask that question in the next round.” Youngjae looked at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, making you awkwardly shuffle on your seat again. “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”
“I don’t want to play this game anymore”, you mumbled, feeling bummed out at the slight scolding from him.
“Oh, come on. I won’t force you if you really don’t want to play anymore but it was fun up until now, wasn’t it?”
You sighed but nodded nonetheless. “Fine. I choose Dare.” There was no way for you to choose Truth again, fearing Youngjae would ask more about your crush.
“Interesting.” He grinned mischievously. “Then I dare you to sit right next to me on the couch.” With that Youngjae patted the empty spot right next to him, waiting for you until you shuffled over to him.
You could swear your face burnt hotter than the sun from sitting so close to him, just like your heart raced as if you had been running a marathon just now. “It’s your turn”, you whispered, staring at your hands, “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth yet again.”
“Is this person you like in this apartment?”
“Like right now?” Youngjae turned slightly to face you, grinning upon seeing your flustered state. “Yeah, they are.”
You nodded slowly, quickly telling Youngjae that you chose Dare again. You waited with baited breath to hear his new dare, feeling almost nervous about what else he could say.
“I dare you to look at me the whole time for the rest of this game.”
Your head snapped up quicker than a lightning bolt and you stared at Youngjae with wide eyes. Your heart missed a beat when your eyes locked and you saw the triumphant grin on his lips.
“I choose Truth by the way.”
You nodded dumbfounded, needing a moment longer to register his words. Your eyes automatically drifted away from his form while you thought of a question. Your breath hitched, when Youngjae gently grabbed your chin and turned your head back to him, making you focus on him again.
“We don’t want to give you a penalty, do we now?” He chuckled and let go of your chin, dropping his hand down on your lower arm where his thumb started drawing circles on your skin.
“Did you speak with your crush in the last three hours?”
Youngjae nodded. “I did.”
You followed his head movement, nodding along his statement. Now you could narrow the people down on your friend group that had played games with you two before they left. Surely, you could simply ask him to spill the name of his crush but somehow you were too nervous to ask him directly and you didn’t want the game to end so soon. “I choose Dare.”
Youngjae tapped his chin and looked around, glancing at some of his friends standing in the kitchen and drinking beers there. “I dare you to give someone within this apartment a peck on the cheek.”
“So you want me to peck your cheek?”
“I didn’t say you had to choose me. You could choose anybody within this apartment. Maybe even one of the cats upstairs.”
“How am I supposed to do that when I have to look at you throughout the rest of the game?” You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “I can’t even see if some of our friends are about to return or not.”
Youngjae leaned to the side, pretending to inspect the area behind you, before he shook his head. “Yeah, no. They all look quite busy out there. It might take some more time for them to return.”
Before Youngjae was able to straighten again, you leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks again when you moved back.
Youngjae raised his hand to his cheek, looking surprised.
“What?”
“I didn’t expect - I mean, I don’t know. I didn’t expect this.”
You noticed how a deep red blush spread over his face, accompanied with nervous laughter. “Am I your crush?” You blurted out, finally putting the puzzle pieces together.
“I didn’t even choose yet”, Youngjae protested, coughing awkwardly.
You raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Would you even choose something other than Truth?”
“Yeah, I wanted to choose Dare this time.”
“Then I dare you to tell me the name of your crush!”
Youngjae sighed deeply and ran his hand through his hair, pushing the strands out of his face. “Fine, okay yes. You’re right. I do have a crush on you.”
A wide smile spread over your lips while your heart made somersaults inside your ribcage. “I have a crush on you too”, you admitted, laughing softly.
“You do?” Youngjae turned to you, looking at you with hopeful eyes. He quickly scanned your expression, making sure you weren’t messing with him. He exhaled loudly, chuckling softly in relief. “Wow. I did not expect that. Uhm, so, yeah. What are we supposed to do now?”
You shrugged with your shoulders, thinking how endearing Youngjae’s nervousness was. “We could continue to play”, you suggested.
“Yeah? Oh, okay. It’s your turn, isn’t it? Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.”
Youngjae stared at you, his mind all over the place after you told him you had the same feelings for him.
“Dare me to kiss you.” You scooted closer to Youngjae, feeling your heart beat within your throat.
“I dare you to kiss me”, Youngjae breathed out, automatically leaning forward, his eyes dropping to your mouth, “on the lips.”
You closed your eyes and closed the gap between you two, pressing your lips against his plush pillows. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself closer against his body, sighing in delight when Youngjae snaked his arms around your waist as well.
He pulled you onto his lap while one hand moved up to your hair, fingers entangled with the strands.
“Fucking finally”, you heard the unsuccessful whispers of your friends somewhere behind your back, grinning into the kiss.
They were right. Fucking finally.
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