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eureka-its-zico · 1 year

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Winterfall

Synopsis: When you thought of your life, Glenview Psychiatric Hospital was the last place you thought you’d end up. What could be weirder than calling a place like this home? Finding people who remind you that, sometimes, the messiest parts of who we are can be the best parts of us too.

Pairings: Christian Yu x Reader x Jay B x Reader (It’s a love triangle, y’all)

Series: ongoing

Word Count: 5186

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, mental health issues, mental disorders, slight violence, sexual themes

A/N: This is a hard one to post. I’ve had this in my WIPs for over seven years. I’ve rewritten it multiple times. Consider if this was a series, I was willing to share. As someone who suffers from BPD II and PTSD, it felt strange to dive into mental health. In a way, I felt like I needed a safe place to get it out. To share. This fic isn’t meant to be sad. It’s meant to be about growth. The journey of mental health can be a messy one, but it doesn’t have to hinder our own growth. Our sadness does not define us. If I ever miss anything in the warnings for chapters, please let me know and I’ll fix it ASAP! This fic is loosely based off of one of my favorite films, Girl, Interrupted. And remember, if you you ever need to talk: Im here.

Shout out to my bestie @deadneverlander for always being the better half in our clownery. I wouldn't be able to do half of this without you.

There was something about the bleakness of winter that seemed to make countless people’s bones ache for the warmth of summer. Their loneliness is somehow made more apparent by rain clouds and negative degrees, turning thoughts into reminiscent scenes of a doomsday film.

You’d always claimed that fall was your favorite season because the vast spectrum of your sadness didn't match the heat of summer. Sure, you loved the possibilities of hot cocoa, warm fires, ridiculous horror, Christmas films, and the first sight of snow. Somewhere along the way, however, came the anxiety of holiday dinners. Where the comfort you’d found in overcast skies turned sinister with repeated looks that reminded you that you were the black sheep; the odd man out with another year of nothing to show.

Fall no longer meant binges on shows and breaks from the endless routine that was work and school. It meant laying in the snow until your body heat forced it to melt underneath you, seeping into the fabric of your clothes to leave your nerves numb and transparent like ice. Your mind silently hoped it would be enough to extinguish the agony that blossomed in your chest.

Jackets were no longer marked for warmth, but strictly to hide your struggle to feel anything past the chasm that’d grown in the past couple of months: to bleed out the parts of you that didn't belong. It wasn't a surprise it's what landed you a one-way ticket to the cozy room inside a psychiatric hospital. Maybe that's just what happens when you're found unresponsive with a belly housing a fifth of rum. The marks on your skin lay like a map to follow on how you got there; only being found like a frantic afterthought.

Glenview Psychiatric Hospital, or GSH that was strategically labeled in bright crimson above the pocket of your prison-inspired sweatshirt, had been home for three months now. It was meant to be a place of healing, among the basic mood stabilizing and therapy sessions everyone held in a day. You felt further away from that concept with every group activity the doctors forced you to take part in. Your social anxiety becoming apparent each time it lands on you to speak, either to close the circle, or to be a part of the ridiculous game activities. The last time you played volleyball your face saw more action with the pleather ball than your arms ever did.

It was currently 12:47 p.m. The clock giving you a false sense of hope that the time wouldn’t just creep by to leave you stranded the last thirteen minutes until you’d earned your freedom. There was, however, the off chance if Dr. Thompson wasn't hearing what he wanted; the hour-long group activity would be extended.

You scanned the other six faces that made up your group: the huddled mess of piled sweaters and huddled blanket of Soomi a fleeting moment of comfort. It only took your eyes adjusting on her figure to know she didn’t have one. Her tiny body composed of thick layers of clothes to portray a false sense of shape. Her anorexia becoming so severe her family had no other option but to put her here, or watch her die. Jason’s endless finger taps on every surface he could touch the only giveaway to his OCD until he removed himself from his chair. Sejun with his alcoholism and Yuna with her acidic imagination that the wind whispered her deepest secrets out into the world.

All this ending with your gaze narrowed on the statuesque figure of Jaebum who comically sat opposite of your current position. The two suicidal inmates that shared in the anxiousness of sadness but little else, and the usual reason why your group never seemed to end on time.

You couldn't say it was a shame to be stuck sitting dead center of someone so attractive; as shallow of an observation as it was there was no denying how ungodly true that statement was. He held a silent attractiveness that resonated in the solitude he kept around himself, and Jaebum was indeed a solitary creature.

He preferred books over people. Usually moving away from anyone who got close to his latest reading perch without ever glancing up from his current book. Jaebum’s favorite place he’d reserved to get lost inside his fiction the seal of the window that looked out the expanse of the institute’s backyard. The entire estate currently covered in the dead burgundy and gold of a forest of oak tree leaves.

It wasn't like you were laying avid amounts of your attention on him or anything. You didn't pay attention to how broad his shoulders looked in his old man sweaters that you could've bet money smells like mothballs. How his features seemed sharpened to match the fierceness that lived inside his eyes. The only thing that exposed his softness was the speck of a mole that dusted itself on his left eyelid.

Jaebum just held a presence that demanded to be noticed. Whether he himself liked it or not.

“Jaebum: do you have anything you’d like to add to the session?”

Dr. Thompson’s question made the both of you jolt in your seats. Youwere too busy staring down at your nails while you plucked away at the cuticles. Jaebum's head turned, unbeknownst to you, from looking at you to the good doctor. It was enough to make your cheeks flush hot.

His crossed arms gave a soft shrug, and you hated how your eyes stayed captivated by the movement. You were willing to blame it on the charcoal-worn cable knit sweater he favored. It really did smell like moth balls and age making you willing to bet it wasn't his to begin with.

“We talked about this guys. Shrugging is not an adequate substitute for an answer.”

His tone showing his frustration more than anger at his need to repeatedly inform the group. Dr. Thompson looked at each of you individually until he stopped on Jaebum, who didn’t seem the least bit moved.

“I have nothing to say.”

A sigh escaped from Dr. Thompson’s lips as his head shook softly. His eyes averted down to the tin clipboard momentarily before they resumed their previous position.

“And what is it exactly you would like me to add, huh?” You felt your body tense against the chair. Your hands grasping at its edges like it would be the only thing to keep you stable against the oncoming rage that was Jaebum’s agitation. “We do these pointless sessions over and over: again and again. For what? Do you think it “saves” anyone?”

Your eyes diverted from the safety of your knees; counting every frayed piece of cloth on your jeans that hung loose from torn holes. No part of you needed to acknowledge that he was standing. The room did that well enough with the tension his power caused. The room itself swelling with anxiety that made fidgety Sera begin to rock violently against the back of her chair. Her head shaking hair into her face, like a curtain to hide what she feared was coming her way like the abusive hands of her father.

The orderlies were already beginning to circle his chair, but Dr. Thompson held up a hand of warding. He reminded you too much of an irresponsible ring handler at a circus. Unwilling to recognize his own tiger was about to maim him.

“No, no that’s fair enough. I see you have an issue with the way we try and help our patients.”

“Help?!” Jaebum snarled. “Is that what you call it? Like you helped Simon remember all the things he wanted to forget! Is that what you call endless therapies until he killed himself! You consider being helpful with the way you handled Ian?”

Dr. Thompson regarded Jaebum quietly, but his eyes were focused and searching the young man’s face. You watched in helpless awe as one stood like a calm in a blazing storm, while the other raged so furiously you thought the walls would come down. No longer was his voice a strong current, but now thunderous words that hurled like lightning bolts were being directed at the man before him.

Jaebum was right. Sometimes, the doctors picked and picked a part at you until you were left bare and raw. And if their words didn’t do it their physical methods picked up where they lacked. His anger was justified, because deep down so were you. But you didn’t have the towering strength like he did to stand up to anyone. Your fear of the seclusion rooms kept you prisoner: locked in your chair as a simple flick of Dr. Thompson’s hand sent the orderlies rushing to Jaebum’s side.

“I think that’s enough for today’s session.”

In the back of your mind you knew that Jaebum was right. In part. Who were counselors and psychologists to tell the broken mirrors of people how to put their pieces back together? Only to end up with more blood on their hands from struggling to put sharp pieces in place. They studied people like you, Jaebum...people like Ian who were features in their college books. They themselves barely ever one to experience it themselves.

Healing, even if unconventional, was still healing in the end. There was no right or wrong way to get there, but here, with people like Dr. Thompson, their textbook solutions were the only solutions. Maybe that’s why it backfired so terribly with Ian.

So for once, you wanted to stand up with Jaebum. To call out the injustices of treatments forced on patients, like Ian. Treatments they’d placed on patients that only wanted to forget, because no one wants to remember traumas and everything that makes them feel like failures.

You knew, however, if you took that chance to be brave for once you would end up like Jaebum. Uselessly struggling against orderlies who came prepared with syringes to make you complacent and an endless day being locked for god knew how long inside seclusion.

It was cowardice that kept your mouth shut. All of you stayed quiet as an orderly you aptly nicknamed, “The Bull,” grabbed at the neck of Jaebum’s sweater. That was all it took for him to react violently. Jaebum’s elbow flew back with such force it dislodged The Bull’s grip, which only seemed to make it worse.

“Jaebum, please do not struggle.” Dr. Thompson’s voice didn’t sound as soothing as he probably imagined. Obvious agitation outlined every word; the struggle forcing all of you up from your chairs and away from the fighting. “Everyone out. Now.”

A part of you hated listening. For not firmly digging your feet in to stand for something you agreed wasn’t right. It was an odd thought. Since Ian was the usual instigator of the chaos of how these ended. Never Jaebum. Maybe he just felt like in Ian’s absence he needed to take over for him.

“You play god with everyone’s emotions and leave them to drown alone in the aftermath. You are the reason Christian keeps escaping and Hyujin is gone! It’s you! It’s all of you!”

Jaebum’s rage became more apparent with each sentence and broke as his throat formed the words of his former friend. Former because he’d found himself as one of Dr. Thompson’s experimental new treatments. A treatment that brought back too much Hyujin couldn’t cope with - was forced to confront - before he was ready.

The ward still felt hollow - missing in the sound of Hyujin’s laugh.

You would’ve been impressed with the way Jaebum was laying into the doctor. He was holding his own against the orderly at his arms until the Bull snuck behind him and brought him falling down to the cold concrete floor.

That was the last you saw of Jaebum as you were ushered outside the doors. You faced them for a long time. No one questioned why you stood at the entrance as Jaebum’s yelling dulled to nothing. It was too late for you to run back and play the role of knight in shining armor and standing in front of the door would only make the staff assume you were waiting to cause a scene.

Turning on your heel you headed towards the living area. Your mind racing heavily with indecision and not paying attention to the overcrowded chairs and couches. You bypassed them all to head to your favorite window seat. It was opposite to the one everyone knew as Jaebum’s; reading a new book every week during free time. It was so engrained to the fabric of the facility that no one tried to take it from him. Not even Ian.

You folded into yourself as soon as you sat down on the window seat. Your chin pressed into your shoulder so you could get a better look outside. The vibrant colors of changing leaves reminding you that fall was coming. Maybe they would let you work outside if you were good? You were tired of doing bathroom and kitchen duties, but because of Ian’s latest stunt no one was allowed outside. Not until the fences were made higher with wire curled along the top.

If thoughts could be breathed into existence, you were positive you alone would be deemed responsible for Ian walking, right then and there, through the facility's double doors. Of course, Ian could never simply enter a room quietly.

Christian entered every room like a force. Wild and unpredictable. Mother Nature couldn’t compete with his massive hurricane personality. No one could come close, because underneath all that unhinged nature was a magmatism that far outreached just good looks.

Was Christian good looking? Devilishly so. It was his way with words, however, that left many people reeling. Not just fellow patients, but staff as well. He was painfully charming and, if you weren’t prepared for his wide-set smile directed in your direction, you were going to find yourself in trouble. Deep, deep Christian-flavored trouble. The staff had even labeled him with a warning of “verbal jujitsu” - you had to stay miles ahead of the conversation or you’d find yourself like the recently fired psych tech who’d handed over the ward keys without a second thought.

Seriously. That’s how Christian escaped this time. All the other times, well, the man could be considered the second coming of Houdini.

“How have you been, Bob? Are your feet still giving you grief, Margo?”

It was impressive how he acted like it wasn’t a big deal he’d magically reappeared. The guard and orderlies awkwardly keep watch over the double doors he’d come through like he’d disappear back into thin air.

You hated how happy you became hearing the richness of his voice. The way his accent reminded you of the battle of wills on what was the proper way to say, “water,” and the teasing you gave him about constantly saying, “Naurr”.

“It’s Margaret, jackass,” the older psych tech mumbled in reply. She didn’t even bother to look up from putting a new bandage on Bob’s hands.

“Missed you too, babe.”

You watched his reflection in the safety of the glass of the window. You didn’t want to show how eager you were to see him - or to find out that every time he left the ward became almost too much to bear alone.

In the safety of the window, you could pretend the call to freedom was what kept your eyes hypnotized. Not the sleeveless tee he’d tucked inside the waist of skinny jeans that hugged to the muscles like paint or the layers of tattoos that covered honey skin. He wasn’t tan when he’d left. Where had Ian’s adventures taken him this time?

You would get the chance to ask him yourself.

When his eyes caught sight of your huddled frame curled in the window seat his trajectory changed completely. He didn’t think you’d noticed him yet, but it didn’t stop his infamous megawatt smile from brightening up his features and the butterflies he’d left trapped in your gut instantly springing back to life.

The only downside? You were more than positive Ian saw you only as a sister. If he’d thought of you in the past as anything else you would’ve definitely known by now. As much as Ian was known for his charisma and whirlwind energy, he was also known for slipping into the janitor’s closet with more than a few now-fired staff members.

In a matter of seconds, he left the mirage of the window to become real beside you. The smell of cigarettes and his preferred cologne enveloped you, instantly turning the space intimate. You tried your best to ignore him. Ian would receive nothing but the side eye from you after the latest shit he’d pulled.

He let out a heavy sigh as a finger playfully poked into your side. He wiggled the digit in a weak attempt to tickle you thinking it would be enough for you to finally look at him. Fat chance. Using your elbow, you pushed down with just enough force to dislodge him from your side. The act forced a heavy sigh to flare his nostrils as he leaned back against the window.

“Come on, ‘Roo. You can’t be that mad at me?”

Of course, he would use your nickname. The nickname you earned one night when he’d tried to tickle you until you couldn’t breathe. To be honest, he thinks you’d kicked him accidentally in the chest because you might wet yourself. The truth? Ian had gotten dangerously close. A few times it felt like his lips were just a few sharp breaths away from landing on yours, and that night you’d felt hollow. So hollow. All you wanted was to burn and Ian…he was so full of fire and life and for once you wanted to know what it felt like to be filled with something other than emptiness.

You wanted to catch fire too.

So you’d kicked out at him in panic. Hence how you became his Kangaroo. His ‘Roo.

“Actually,” you began, biting out the world with each syllable. “I can be upset with you and I most definitely am.”

“Don’t be like that, ‘Roo. I know you missed me.”

“No, I didn’t. It was rather peaceful while you were off on whatever antics you decided to get into.”

A tsk sent his bottom lip into a pout as he crossed his arms. His shoulders lean further down the window and slightly into your view.

God, why did he have to be so heartbreakingly handsome?

You refused to make eye contact with him. Don’t do it. It’s a trick. You knew it was a trick. A sneaky ploy and yet…you looked. One look was all it took and Ian knew he had you.

“I missed you.” His voice caressed your skin like velvet causing it to erupt in goosebumps. “So, I know if I missed you that can only mean that you missed me.”

A snort of disbelief left you as you finally gave him what he’d been asking: your full and undivided attention.

“Is that how it works, Ian?”

“Ah!” He beamed. “She finally looks at me.”

You couldn’t keep your eyes from rolling as you tried to face away from him, but Ian wasn’t having it.

“I shouldn’t even do that.”

“Where is all this hostility coming from?” He pouted. “Did you experience another one of Dr. Thompson’s riveting group circles?”

“It’s not funny, Ian. You always leave.” You hated how your voice betrayed you. The way it cracked before you could glue it back together. “You go and leave me here, without you, all the time. One of these days you may not come back.”

All the playfulness slowly drained from his features. The sly smile wilted to a grimace as deep brown eyes scanned over your face. Calculating your words with the body language of guarded arms and saddened eyes. His hands gently grabbed at your elbows to loosen your arms before turning you to him. His head dipped down just a bit to make sure he had you at eye level.

“Hey, ‘Roo. I’m sorry. I come back for you, you know that right?” You knew he was lying, but try telling that to the butterflies fluttering around like crazy in your gut. “These assholes could never catch me if I didn’t turn myself in, and I only turned myself in to get back to you.”

You didn’t know what you would’ve said at that moment. Maybe something he wanted to hear or maybe - finally - you’d have the guts to call him out on his bullshit. Luckily for you, the muffled sound of Jaebum’s screaming slowly grew louder until his struggling body was brought through the double doors from therapy.

“Let me go, you assholes!”

You’d never seen Jaebum fight so fiercely before. The way he flailed his arms to find a way to get them released along with his legs kicking out like a madman. They practically dragged him down the hall towards seclusion. For a split second, in his struggle, his eyes landed on you. His gaze held yours for what felt like a lifetime until the spell was broken. It felt like slow motion as his face turned to see Ian on your right and all the fight drained from his body.

Did he think he was fighting for Ian? Himself? Jaebum was never much for acting out. That was usually Ian who created trouble. Maybe that was why he looked so shocked seeing Jaebum being dragged down to seclusion.

“Oi! What the fuck is this?”

Ian was up off the window seat in seconds. A couple of orderlies were already coming out from behind the nursing station to meet him halfway. Whatever they were saying, you weren’t all too sure. Ian was doing his usual of screaming and shoving causing the orderlies to prepare for a fight. The patients closest to all the commotion desperately trying to get out of the way.

It was all chaos. All classic Ian. The only non-classic thing was Jaebum looking at you in a way you’d never noticed before. It created a row of questions that sat heavily on your tongue and ones you weren’t sure he would ever be willing to answer.

It wasn’t until everything had settled down again that you snuck inside the room that held group therapy. Your eyes instantly homing in on Jaebum’s chair and underneath it one of his grandfather’s books.

Before you dared to push all the way through into the room you gave one last cautious glance to the recreation room and slipped inside. You made sure to hold the door so it didn’t click into place. There was no denying if you were caught sneaking in somewhere you weren’t meant to be you’d be joining Jaebum in your own seclusion room.

The sterile room with its egg-white walls was most definitely not your favorite. The only way to add your own source of color to its walls was to display your thoughts - projecting them out like a fucked up home movie that you’d rather forget.

You made sure to cut across the room silently. Your legs bending at the knee to swoop down to grab the worn-down cover and secure it to your chest.

You couldn’t explain why as you made your way out of the room towards the upper floor that held the seclusion rooms what made you want to do this for him. It’s not like he would thank you, but you weren’t looking for that.

It wasn’t hard to notice the way Jaebum cared for his late grandfather's things. From the sweater he wore daily that was meticulously cleaned and laundered to the few books Jaebum was able to keep from his collection. He coveted them the way others valued trophies but it wasn’t praise that Jaebum found secluded inside their pages: it was peace.

You didn’t know much about him. Jaebum wasn’t much of a sharer. He was reserved. The only way to know him was by the pages you held close to your chest. So, you weren’t terribly sure why you were doing this for him except for the fact you believed no one should go without something that they loved.

Just as you were about to round the last corner to the hallway that held seclusion rooms 1 through 3, you caught a flash of an orderly speaking to a nurse. From the brief moment you’d caught before you found the safety of the opposite wall, they were more than likely flirting.

Ted. That was the name written on his uniform. He’d called Ian a “Psycho,” a handful of times. You wondered if Ted knew the nurse he worshiped spent the same handful of nights sneaking inside Ian’s dorm.

“Do you maybe want to go get breakfast in the morning?”

Breakfast?! You mouthed to yourself before you snuck another peek around the corner.

“Oh, I don’t know, Ted. I might have plans later.”

If your eyes could roll back any harder you would’ve seen brain cells. You knew exactly what her supposed plans were. You could already hear the moans that echoed down the halls like a haunting. The only thing haunted here would be you.

You didn’t have to see Ted’s expression to know he was defeated. He was probably wondering how someone could refuse breakfast or maybe he was finally growing tired of being told no. The mystery of the unknown in this love triangle would sadly (not really) remain a mystery. You didn’t really care if they had breakfast together or hunted Easter eggs. You just wanted them to finish their awkward conversation and leave the damn hallway.

A few more strangled pieces of conversation later and you could hear the shuffling of feet. Quickly, you moved inside a linen closet and quietly shut the door. Your ears straining - waiting - to hear a pair of feet move past your location so you could finish what you came to do.

Every second you were out here and not inside your own dorm waiting for the nurses to come in and check you were there was one second too many in a chance at punishment. After a few more minutes went by and the coast sounded relatively clear, you creeped out from the linen closet and dashed towards the seclusion rooms.

“Jaebum!?” You half whispered half yelled. “Jay!”

“What the hell are you doing over here?”

Ah, there was that condescending voice you’d grown accustomed to. Following the sound of his voice, and with the help of his fingers hanging out of the small seclusion window, you darted towards the back of the hall. Your arms still securely held onto his grandfather’s book and only began to loosen as you got closer to the door.

“I wanted to bring you something before they placed it in lost and found.”

With another cautious glance down the hall, your fingers wrapped around the edges of the book's spine. You offered it up to him and gently started to push it through the small window. Jaebum hadn’t spoken since he noticed what you held in your hands. His fingers overlapped yours as he took it from you. His arms immediately brought it inside with him with the sound of pages flipping while he made sure each page was still accounted for.

“How did you-“ he began, but his words quickly died out.

“Can you believe it ladies and gentlemen? For once, he was too stunned to speak,” you teased.

Jaebum’s eyes narrowed in on your face. His hands wagged the book as if he was going to hit you over the head with it. Who knows, he might have if there wasn’t a 30-pound door stationed between you.

“I’m serious. You came all this way to give me this?”

You shrugged his words off like what you’d done wasn’t a big deal. Both of you knew it was. So many factors that could lead you to where he was, or worse, if they believed you were trying to steal someone else’s property. Which, they one hundred percent would even though kleptomania wasn’t part of your conga line list of disorders.

“I remember how much his things matter to you. I didn’t want Bull or Kojak The Great Dick to get a hold of it. I know they wouldn’t have respected it after today.”

You’d expected a lot of things to come out of this exchange. The main one? At least a thank you. All you were getting now felt like the cold shoulder that featured a very unnerving stare. With every second you were feeling more self-conscious and it took everything in you not to shout, “Boo!” in an attempt to get him to blink.

You couldn’t take the awkwardness of the exchange any longer. Your feet were already backpedaling as your arms swung, thumb extended out, to indicate your exit before you spoke.

“Great well, this was a fun chat-“

“He lies to you, you know.”

Jaebum’s words took you by surprise. You were sure that was the point. His face was set in deep lines of determination as if what he needed to say was something you needed to adhere to like the gospel from the Bible.

“Okay, Jay I’ll bite: who is he?”

“You know who I’m talking about. Ian. It’s who he is. He doesn’t know how to tell the truth, and you always set yourself up for failure with him.”

Maybe Jaebum thought he was being helpful - calling to light all things you were aware of but couldn’t bring yourself to say out loud. You must have seemed too weak - gullible - in his eyes for him to believe he needed to say these things.

You eyed him coolly through the window. Your tongue rolled around inside your cheek trying to decide what exactly you should say at this moment. Did he want recognition that you knew you were an idiot? What did it matter to him if you knew Ian didn’t give two fucks about you.

So, the only thing you could settle on was the beginning of a long sigh before you spoke: “I know I might look like a love-sick puppy to you, Jay, but I know my place.”

He tried saying your name to stop you. You just ignored him as you shook your head and allowed yourself to begin to move back down the hall towards the safety of your own dorm.

“It’s alright, Jay I get it. Take care of your grandfather’s things better, okay?”

You didn’t wait to finish your sentence before you were already turning to head down the hallway. The bottom of your feet itching for you to sprint in the opposite direction. Your mind raced over Jaebum’s words and matched them with the growing chasm in your chest.

So lost in your head, you barely caught the sound of his parting, “Thank you,” as you bolted around the corner.

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multiphandomunnies · 1 month

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got7

reactions

girlfriend hugging them in their sleep

deserted island au

high school au

gf is a demon

s.o is shy with skinship

s.o is self conscious

imagines

mark

jackson

thank you

bf! jackson

trying again

single dad au

jaebum

it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

carnation

bf! jaebum

christmas special

i want to do these things with you

jinyoung

youngjae

bambam

christmas special

yugyeom

bf! yugyeom

let’s go out

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jae-daddy · 1 year

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mode

one

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

You wake up everyday facing the balcony of your apartment.

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

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

The same man always wakes up twenty minutes after you.

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

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

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

He comes in at nine tonight.

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

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

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

Let the eyes rest.

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

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

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

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

He stays on that phone forever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You both had a fight a day before your birthday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You escape before anymore awkward pleasantries pass between you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once ready, you took a look in the mirror.

You looked pretty.

How long had it been since you dressed up?

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

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

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

You wanted flowers too.

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

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

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

He looked good.

He was good-looking.

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

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

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

Maybe Uber rides were more comfortable than this.

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

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

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

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

You wished you were in an Uber.

Your in-laws were good people.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your lipstick was made for you.

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

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

“Who’s Justin?” Your husband asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You liked your father-in-law.

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

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

All you wanted to do was go home and sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

He entered the car.

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

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

You wanted flowers.

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

You strip, shower and change into your pyjamas.

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

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

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

You woke up the next day. No alarm.

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

The cup- oh.

You halted in your steps.

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

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

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

You nod, smiling, telling him its okay.

He hesitates, and then the door closes behind him.

You look over the breakfast.

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

But somehow different.

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dontbekoifish · 2 years

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The Sky Prince (1/3)

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

Genre: Angst, some fluff

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

Word count: 3684 (chapter specific)

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

Movie: Castle in the Sky

Fandom: GOT7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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moccahobi · 1 year

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Buried Truths [Chapter 3]

Summery: A Jackson Wang party. Normally you wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Tonight though, you were going to help your best friend, Youngjae, confess to his long term crush. He would be leaving the party tonight with a date. You didn’t expect to be forced to spend time with people you never wanted to see again. Oh, how many secrets would be revealed tonight?

Pairing: Youngjae x Jaeboem, Acesexual!Reader x Jinyoung (somewhat?)

Rating: 17+

Series warnings: gore, mildly toxic actions

Word Count: 6.7k

Genre: Supernatural AU, horror, angst, alcohol

A/N: Whoot! This has been my first finished series in a while! I am so thankful to have been able to write it and post it so close together. I hope to have more series and fics up soon (other than AFBTTYA) but also AFBTTYA is my top priority atm and this series took me roughly a year to make. It twas so fun to make though!

A/N2: Thank you so so much to @ssaboala for reading this fic over for me! Her comments and assurance helped me so much!

Chapter 2 < Masterlist

You must’ve played with her for a long while but you don't fully remember. In fact, the next thing you remembered was two people struggling to carry you down the stairs, exhaustion seeping from every pore of your body. You felt like a rag doll limply lolling around as they moved. Pain was simmering in every part of your body and your ankle hurt 100x more than before.

“Hyung. I understand that you don’t want to break anything… but we need to fucking go. She was… I don’t know. She was saying some strange stuff. Scary stuff. I-” Bambam was one of the people carrying you. He panted as he spoke, struggling to talk and carry you at the same time.

You should get up…

“I don’t think it is a concussion. I think it was ghosts! She’s possessed. Saying ‘Appa says I can’t leave’ and other scary nonsensical shit.”

Yugyeom was the other person carrying you.

Jinyoung, nor Youngjae, nor Jackson came to help you.

You should get up…

“That sounds like we need to worry about head trauma… We need to go.” Jinyoung said, worry evident in his voice… he still cares about you.

“Permission to break a window now?” Mark asked.

Jackson sighed, “Fine… but let's do one in the kitchen where I can try to claim it was robbers or some shit.”

You imagine they set out for that, the sound of glass shattering and people continuing to move… but you didn’t lift your head or open your eyes or anything.

You should get up…

You were lifted up and set on a hard surface.

You should get up…

All the sudden, searing pain roared through your body as if someone had lit your nerves on fire, forcing a scream out of you from the sheer pain of it all. You thrashed around, trying by any means to rid yourself of the pain. With a loud THUMP, you fell on to the floor, sparking another wave of searing pain emanating from your arm. No one could contain you as the scream tore up your vocal chords and the shattered glass ripped your skin open.

The house was screaming too, shaking some pain off of itself as well. A loud crash came from the main space you were currently as the cabinets rattled angrily.

People were screaming in fear or pain or anger or something, you couldn’t tell, your ears ringing and mind fuzzy. By the time your body had calmed down again, you were laying on the uneven ground of the main space again. The chair you were sitting in earlier was shattered along with the railing leading up to the second floor.

Jinyoung was looking at your leg, a worried expression on his face as he examined something. Others were sitting around you, panting and staring worriedly.

“Will she be ok, hyung?” Bambam asked, wincing as he took a look at your leg.

You groaned and tried to sit up, only for Youngjae to stop you with a shake of his head, “You’ll be ok, Y/n-ah but please rest a bit more until we know how to get out of here. You’re hurt enough as it is.”

Confusion swelled in you at that. Sure, you were sore but hurt? Maybe it made sense with how much pain you were in. You nodded and looked around before speaking, “What happened? What’s wrong with me?”

“Well… I think it’s safe to assume you have a concussion and possibly a broken elbow.” Jinyoung started and sighed, “And I think you have a burn on your ankle… but I am really struggling to believe what I am seeing.”

Your heartbeat picked up as he spoke. What the hell happened?

“It looks like a handprint, noona.” Bambam whispered, his voice shaky and uncertain. You sat up suddenly at that, much to Youngjae’s protest, your world spinning as you did. Holy shit. Jinyoung was probably right about the concussion.

After a solid two minutes of waiting for the spinning to stop, you were met with a glaring red and puffy handprint staring at you… What the fuck?

A scream welled up in you as you stared at it but no words came out. You needed to leave asap. Holy shit. Holy shit. This… this wasn’t natural… this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t… this couldn’t be real.

The angry handprint stole your breath and taunted you, begging you to try to explain whatever the hell happened. You couldn’t though and as you slowly looked around the room, you knew no one else could. They were all as scared as you, maybe more. Somehow, it seemed as if those you’d been closest with still cared for you too… They didn’t need to know you were scared or in pain. This was a reassurance that you could give them.

Stealing all the energy you could, you sighed and shook your head, “It is odd. Luckily, I feel fine,” to further sell the lie, you reached out and touched the irritated skin which throbbed in time with the rest of your body under your touch, “My ankle isn’t even in pain anymore. I promise that I’m fine and this worry won’t help with getting us out so,” You stood up suddenly, sighing and shaking your shoulders as if you were warming up while you waited for your world to stop spinning.

“I don’t trust your promises.” Jinyoung said, eyeing your ankle from where he was sitting on the ground.

His words cut you like a knife, salt being added to the wound as Jackson and Youngjae scoffed and came closer to help support you… which despite your verbal protests, you were thankful for their support.

“I for one am wanting to believe Y/n-ssi.” Mark cut in his hair tasseled and a small scrape on his face showed that whatever happened earlier had tried to get him too, “I don’t know if you all noticed but whatever the fuck happened a little while ago wasn’t natural. I don’t want to stick around for it any longer. You most definitely need medical attention, Y/n-ssi, but if you think you’re fine for us to start trying to leave, I will believe you. Get me out of here.”

You looked around at others, Yugyeom looking up at you from where he was laying in the fetal position, his eyes red and wide with hope. Bambam was watching you from a distance, his arms crossed defensively.

“You k-know what’s happening? A ghost! We are i-in a haunted hou-house! I-” Yugyeom stopped talking suddenly, his quick breaths overpowering his ability to speak. Soon enough, he started hyperventilating and crying, his body shaking violently.

Pushing through your swirling vision, you went over to him and sat down, talking quietly to him to try to ground him, not even daring to touch Yugyeom. You’d seen enough panic attacks… you had enough panic attacks to know that touching him could have bad effects and by now, he had to ride the wave of his panic attack. At some point while you were trying to comfort Yugyeom, some of the others left the room. Whether it was to give him space or to look for an exit, you didn’t know and didn’t care. The less people, the better.

After maybe ten minutes of Yugyeom riding out his panic attack, he seemed to finally calm down some. His eyes were red and glassy and there was snot running down his face like dog slobber but he was breathing calmer and had even taken a moment to readjust himself to lean into you for comfort. By this point, you were alone with him. Jackson and Jinyoung had left to join the others at some point while you comforted Yugyeom.

“Thank you.” He croaked out at one point, wiping his snot onto his shirt sleeve as he sat up and looked at you.

“Of course. I know how horrible they can be.”

Yugyeom nodded, “Do you have them often?”

“Not any more but I used to have them a few times a day. It was brutal and debilitating.”

“I can imagine. I don’t like this at all.” He said, readjusting his position to be leaning in your lap, “What changed?”

“Leaving the stressful environment I was in… and a lot of therapy.” You laughed at that, “Go once a week and it helps me so much.”

“Yeah. I am in therapy now… Probably will need to work through today too.” Yugyeom laughed quietly and took a deep sigh.

“Possibly.”

“I hope my therapist believes in ghosts and doesn’t think this is some sort of drugged up dream.”

You nodded, “I think my therapist would more quickly believe I had a super realistic stress nightmare than that ghosts trapped us in an abandoned house.”

The two of you shared a look and laughed, a small and warm silence hugging you as you shared this intimate moment. Somehow, the house didn’t feel nearly as scary in that moment, the warped shadows weren’t as sharp and daunting and the pain that bound your body felt much lighter. It felt nice to crack jokes about this warped situation and therapy. So often you found yourself struggling to make jokes and somehow Yugyeom was bringing them out naturally. It was a nice change.

“You know… I don’t think anyone is really mad at you and Jackson hyung hiding being siblings. More so shocked… maybe a little upset but I think they’ll get over it.”

You stared at him in surprise at the sudden topic change. This wasn’t what you expected to talk about after he had a panic attack… Maybe about the possibility of ghosts or if he was feeling better… but not *this*.

Nodding slowly, you spoke, “Ok… How about we find everyone else? I think both of us want to leave ASAP.”

Slowly, you and Yugyeom got up and walked into the kitchen in hopes of finding the others. Despite the possibility of them answering, neither of you called out to others, the silence that was blanketing the house felt like it shouldn’t be broken… Although maybe that was because you and Yugyeom were too tired to walk and speak out. Maybe that was you projecting on him though.

This was the first time you’ve been around Yugyeom so maybe he was used to panic attacks or was able to bounce back and it was only you who struggled so much after them.

“You’ve calmed down! Glad to see. How are you feeling?” You jumped as someone behind you asked.

Jinyoung.

“I am feeling better,” Yugyeom turned to you and bowed, “Thank you so much Y/n-ssi for helping out.”

Flustered, you nodded soundlessly. Yugyeom was quite the character you were learning. He seemed cool though and you found yourself feeling a little sad that you weren’t friends with him or most of the others in this group. After tonight, they’d all stay a friend group tied closer together from this experience, but you’d be Youngjae’s best friend and Jackson’s little sister that had a blind date with Jinyoung…

Jinyoung.

You looked over at him, more guilt pooling in your stomach. The date went well. Wonderful even. You just so happened to also realize you were aromantic during it… and instead of responding to his excited texts after that night, you simply ghosted him. Through that, he was still being so kind and caring to you tonight and hadn’t even told anyone about all the bull shit you’ve done to him.

“Are you ok, Y/n-ssi?” Jinyoung asked, interrupting your guilt spiral.

“Oh. I am fine. Where is everyone?”

“We’re in the study talking through a plan.”

You nodded, following Yugyeom as he started walking towards the study but before you could leave the room, Jinyoung’s hand was out in front of you. His face was pleading as he looked at Yugyeom walking away and you felt that talking with him for a little was the least you could do for him after everything he’s done for you. Quickly, Yugyeom disappeared from earshot and Jinyoung finally turned to look at you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, his eyes scanned you worriedly and it felt like they were looking deep into your soul.

“I’m doing… I want to leave this place and get medical attention.”

He nodded, “I take it that you are feeling quite a lot of pain?”

You nodded, “Physically… and mentally. I… I didn’t expect to see you again.”

Were you really going to have this conversation right now?

Maybe now wasn’t the right time… but so much has happened tonight… might as well add another thing to the list.

Jinyoung looked shocked at his comment, his brows knitting together tightly as he crossed his arms defensively, “I didn’t expect to see you again ever again either. What you did was pretty shitty, you know?”

Nodding, you looked away, “I know. It was super unfair to you. I am sorry.”

“Why’d you do it?” He looked hurt as he asked, “Did I do something wrong? I kept trying to figure out what happened but I wouldn’t think of anything… I had a lot of fun on our date.”

You sighed, “I did too. But our date made me realize something and I didn’t know how to share… I just kind of ran and it was super shitty of me. I’m sorry.”

“So you’ve said. What did you realize?”

Fuck.

Of course he’d ask… and he deserved to know… even if you struggled to tell Youngjae and hadn’t told anyone else since. He was a good person and deserved to know.

Closing your eyes, you stole your confidence to speak again, “That I’m aromantic and asexual. It wasn’t you specifically so please don’t take it as our date was so bad or something… I’ve been on a few dates and didn’t feel attraction and I had so much fun with you but still struggled so much to feel any romantic attraction and then, like, after two weeks of struggling to do or say anything I realized that I might be aroace and by then I hadn’t responded to your message in, like, five days and it became harder and harder to--”

Jinyoung’s hand on your arm stopped you, your eyes flying open with shock only to be met with kind misty eyes and a big smile, “Thank you for telling me. It must’ve been hard to say. I am sorry if I put any stress on you tonight by being here.”

“I-- What?” You stared up at him, not fully processing what he had said.

He… was thanking you and apologizing?

Why?

You were the one who needed to apologize.

“Fuck. Why do you have to be so kind?!” You whined when your brain fully processed what he’d said.

Jinyoung laughed at that and pulled you into a soft hug, “Have you told many others?”

“Only you and Youngjae… and you’ve not really caused me any stress today, Jinyoung-ssi. You’ve been nothing but kind and any stress I’ve had was caused by my own stupidity to not--”

“Coming out is hard. Sure I would’ve loved a message but I understand why you didn’t…” He trailed off, worrying his lower lip as he thought over what to say next, “Could we be friends after tonight?”

You smiled at that. Jinyoung was such an amazing person, holy shit.

“I’d love that. Thank you for not being upset.”

“Of course. Now, let’s get back to the group. I don’t want them to worry about us.”

Nodding, you followed Jinyoung as he made his way to the study, a musty windowless room full of empty and rotting shelfs. Some people had lit their flashlights and set them throughout the space as they talked quietly.

“I really think it’s bullshit that there’s a ghost here. That earthquake was a coincidence. Let’s try the window again.” Jaeboem said, running his hand through his hair worriedly as he looked around the room.

Mark nodded in agreement.

You butt in as you slowly sat down, focusing on your words as your world spun violently, “I mean… I think it could be. I don’t think any of you touched my ankle tonight and yet I have a large ass handprint on it where I swear I felt something grab and pull me down the stairs.”

“I am sure there’s an explanation for that though. Maybe some odd clothes made the mark or you hit it against something.” Mark said, shaking his head.

Yugyeom scoffed at that, "I find that highly unlikely. Besides, Y/n-ssi was saying some strange stuff when she was upstairs. Stuff about her father not liking guests in the house. I kind of thought that was some of her homelife slipping out but we’ve met her father before and he’s so kind and doesn’t care about that stuff.”

Your body went cold at Yugyeom’s comment. You barely remembered making it up the stairs… what had you done up there even?

What else did you say?

Why didn’t you remember any of it?

Jackson nodded at that, “He’s the kindest extrovert I’ve met! Always pushed for her to bring more people over. He’s glad she lives in a dorm now since that gets her out and social more.”

You winced at that, the icy cold feeling gripping you growing as you glanced over at Bambam and Youngjae to catch them looking at you as well… They didn’t seem to be sharing your little secret which is good.

“You also mentioned something about the basement, noona… something about--”

*MEEEEOOOOOOOOW*

You all looked up to see the same ewok-esque cat as earlier. The same cat that led you to this house and that you followed in. It looked you in the eyes and blinked slowly before turning around and walking away slowly.

Calmness washed over you as you watched it walk and you felt the need to follow it. You didn’t move though and nor did anyone else, everyone seemed frozen as the cat let out another loud *meow* and walked back in. It rubbed against your body, its warmth seeping into you for a second before the cold air hit you again as it stepped away and looked at you expectantly.

Slowly, you stood up, your eyes glued on the cat as your world vinyetted and head grew fuzzy. It took everything in you to stay standing and then some because when your world came back to you and your brain cleared, Youngjae was holding onto you tightly as you leaned into him. When you looked up at him, he nodded and squeezed you closer to him for a split second before letting go.

“We should follow them. I think it has something to show us.”

No one said anything, all seemingly too stunned to counter as they slowly got up. The cat walked away, its primordial pouch swaying back and forth as it sauntered away and towards the basement door.

Were you really going to follow some random cat to try to get out of this house?

Seems like it.

Stealing all the confidence you could, you followed the cat as it entered the basement landing. The room felt colder than it had when you were in it earlier tonight and the shadows seemed even more dangerous and scary. You pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight, thankful that there was still plenty of charge that you could rely on… if only you had cellular service. A dark and overwhelming presence seemed to push down on you at that thought. Suddenly, it didn’t feel likely that the lack of cellular wasn’t due to whatever was in this house.

You didn’t want to go into the basement anymore. Panic rose in your throat as something was telling you that it’d be dangerous to go into the basement. This was a bad idea… a really bad idea… You looked back at the others, pain shooting up your neck as you did. They looked tired and scared, and following a cat into the basement is a very… unreal thing to do but they also looked hopeful… You had to do this for them.

“Do you want help down the stairs, Y/n-ssi?” Mark asked, walking closer to you.

You nodded. You didn't have the strength to say something as he linked arms with you, the two of you continuing to lead the way into the basement. The stairs felt rickety and unsafe, your legs almost giving out repeatedly as you traversed them.

“Are you feeling ok?” Mark asked quietly as you two neared the basement floor.

“I am doing. Thank you for your help.” You said, somehow finding a small smile growing on your face at his considerateness.

He nodded, sighing in relief as the two of you made it to the basement floor. Despite being on more solid ground, he didn’t unlink your arms or move away from you, instead looking around the space cautiously as if he was seeing the basement in a different light now. It did look quite different though. The shadows felt harsher, like they might reach out to grab you if you got too close.

You turned around and watched as everyone made it down the stairs, thankful that everyone was still together. Sighing lightly, you turned around to try to look for the cat again. It led you down here, it better not leave you now. The air seemed electric with tension as you looked around, your eyes straining to see any glow of light that may be the cat’s eyes.

BANG!

Darkness washed over you like a heavy blanket. Someone screamed, though you had no idea who, and as you looked around, you tried to find anyone and anything other than Mark in the thick darkness. You couldn't see anything. After some movement, the basement lit up once again and you saw everyone looking around scared.

Jinyoung had turned on his flashlight and Youngjae was comforting Bambam, who was huddled on the floor shaking.

“What the fuck happened?” Mark asked, looking around the room as if he could find answers there.

“A draft?” Jaeboem responded, seemingly unsure of what he was even suggesting.

“I don't think so... It's not been too windy out, and the front door is closed so the draft had to have come from wind inside… which isn't too plausible.” Jackson said with a shake of his head, turning on his own flashlight and walking around a little.

Still no cat to be found.

Tentatively, you called out for the cat, hoping that it would reveal himself and guide you all a little more. You waited, clinging on to Mark as you looked around, others starting to move around and explore the basement.

Bambam crouched down and picked up the same tiny wooden car that you’d seen earlier, “Noona! Look! It flew far!”

Nodding, you held your breath as he watched everyone else explore. Something felt like it was breathing down the back of your neck, putting you on edge as you looked around space for that tiny car. It was resting by some dusty curtains, hung in an awkward place along the wall. Part of you wanted to tell everyone to stay away from that spot. Who knew what was behind the curtains, waiting to jump out and attack you or your friends.

“This place really is so creepy.” Jaeboem said, doodling in some dust on top of boxes, “ no wonder this place has been abandoned and ignored for so long. I wouldn't want to be here either.”

“I don't think it really matters why this place was abandoned! We're trapped in here! We'd fin--”

Before Yugyeom could continue, the house shook, knocking you and Mark off your feet and into the painful embrace of the concrete basement floor. Youngjae clung to Jaeboem and Bambam and for a second your world went black, fully consumed by someone's angry screaming. The scream pierced your skull, sending fireworks of pain ricocheting throughout your brain.

You screamed back, begging for the voice to stop and the pain to stop.

Your lungs gave out before the scream stopped, but eventually it did, leaving you in the silence of your ringing ears. Slowly you got back up with Mark’s help and looked around at the others, everyone looked as shell shocked as you felt.

“Are you ok, Yugyeom-ssi?” You asked, looking over at the poor man who looked like he was about to cry again.

He shook his head and took a deep breath, not saying more. You wanted to sit with him and help calm him down but as you looked around, you knew that the others here needed your help too. Luckily, it seemed that Jackson caught onto what you were thinking as walked over to Yugyeom and started quietly coaching him through stuff.

If it wasn’t clear already, you needed to leave.

ASAP.

As Jackson and Yugyeom talked quietly, you started to look around boxes and crevices to see if there was any hidden door. It was a small space though and you struggled to see anything that may look like a way out.

“I feel like the cat didn’t help.” Yuongjae said with a sigh, shaking his head when you stopped looking around.

Jaeboem nodded, sitting down dejectly on a pile of dusty books.

“Should we try to get back out from the first floor?” Bambam asked, to which Jinyoung nodded. You listened with baited breath and festering worry as the steps creaked under Jinyoung’s weight, screaming as he walked up. The door jiggled. It didn’t open.

*CREEEAAAAAK*

The steps seemed to creak louder than before as he came down, your nerves growing with each creak they made.

Your adrenaline spiked as Jinyoung screamed, wood splintering as he crashed to the ground behind the stairs with a heavy *THUD*.

Bambam and you rushed over (well you limped over), Youngjae and Jaeboem following behind slightly slower. They helped sit Jinyoung up, as you looked him over, trying to see if there were any obvious injuries you could help him with.

“Are you ok, Oppa? Does anything hurt?” You asked as you checked his body.

Jinyoung hummed, closing his eyes as he moved different body parts around, “I think I landed on my shoulder? It hurts like hell.”

“Can you lift your arm up some?” Youngjae asked.

Jinyoung could barely lift his arm to be parallel with his shoulder, his arm shaking as he tried. You winced as you watched him struggle, eventually lowering his arm for him gently.

“I think I am going to need a doctor.” He sighed, getting up slowly, “For now though, let’s try to get out.”

Bambam nodded and opened his mouth to say something.

“G-Guys!” Jackson was yelling, an anxious nerve running through his voice, “The cat is back.”

You all quickly rushed to where they were, the cat sure enough back, purring in Yugyeom’s lap as he hesitantly scratched behind its ears.

“Do you think it’s likely that the cat rolled in poison ivy recently?” Yugyeom asked, looking up at the others.

Jaeboem nodded.

“I mean… it seems to live outside so probably… but also I pet it earlier tonight and I am fine so… we’ll see.”

The cat looked around everyone in the room lazily before finally looking up at you and blinking slowly. It was telling you that everything would be ok and a large part of you wanted to believe it. A rattling purr left the cat as it slowly got up and stretched like it had all the time in the world. After licking one of its paws quickly, it slowly sauntered away and curled around the curtains, not to be seen again.

“Oh?” Bambam said, quickly walking to the curtain and yanking it back, washing everyone in a cloud of dust.

Once the dust finally settled, you were faced with a small, dark staircase. This was hopefully your out and you found yourself breathing a sigh of relief as you looked up and saw the glimpse of a door.

“Thank fuck.” Youngjae said but he didn’t move as if he was waiting for one of us to take the first move, for one of us to take the first step.

Given with how rickity the stairs looked and Jinyoung falling down the stairs earlier, it made sense that he was nervous. You felt nervous too, your body fighting itself to bolt up the stairs and not risk more injury in a tough internal war. It seemed like everyone was as nervous to make the first move and in that moment, it felt like the ability to escape completely left you all, only leaving a gaping ocean of stress and worry.

Looking around slowly, you made eye contact with your older brother, a conflict of his own going on in his eyes as he took a deep breath in, “Time to leave. I have a party to shut down and a hospital to take you all to.”

A chuckle left you as he climbed up the rickety stairs and threw the doors open, a crisp breeze and stars greeting you. All your humor and relief left you as an icy bucket of fear washed over you.

Someone wasn’t happy.

BANG!

A door was being slammed repeatedly, angrily as the house started shaking again. Someone… something was throwing a fit at you all being by the stairs and trying to leave. You felt paralized by fear that strangled you, your mind going fuzzy as your ears started screaming with fuzz and ringing.

BANG!

Somehow, the doors slamming sounded closser now, as if someone was rushing to the basement, ready to cause havoc and damage.

“Get noona!” Bambam shouted, rushing to you with Youngjae.

The two of them picked you up, struggling up the stairs. The banging doors felt like they were getting closer to you even when you were set down on the dead leaves outside. The doors were slamming closer to you, your eardrums shaking with each sound.

Mark slammed the cellar doors shut behind him angrily.

*chirp*

Through the aching of your ears, you started to hear regular nature sounds mingling with the heavy breathing of your friends. The cat was snuggling up against you, its warmth heating you up. People were walking around. Someone was talking. You didn’t have energy to figure anything out yet.

Instead, you curled up around the cat, struggling to hold in your tears.

You were out.

Relief washed over you as your tears spilled down your cheeks and nose and onto the ground.

They let you cry for some time, waiting patiently for you to slowly stand up and look around. Youngjae and Jaeboem were snuggling together on the ground, clutching each other comfortingly. Bambam was leaning against Jinyoung, holding onto him and taking slow breaths. Jackson and Mark were talking quietly. Yugyeom was looking at you.

“How are you feeling, Y/n-ssi?” He quietly asked, scooting over.

“Better? I think.”

“That’s good. Do you want help getting up?”

You shook your head, slowly getting up in spite of your body screaming at you. Slowly, everyone walked back to the main house, you lagging a little behind to watch everyone talk. A smile made its way on your face as you watched Youngjae and Jaeboem chatting away, leaning against each other in a flirting manner. He’d done it. He’d managed to get together with his crush.

Without your help.

He managed it all.

They looked like a good friend group.

They were a good group of people.

You were proud of Jackson for finding such wonderful people. Mom and Dad were always worried about him never finding close friends but he’d found his people.

Sighing, you looked back in the direction of the house and saw something that made your blood freeze. Someone was in a window on the upper floor.

Waving bye at you.

“Noona! You coming?” Bambam asked, making you jump.

“She better! Don’t want Y/n-ah to get lost again.” Jinyoung said with a laugh.

You shook your head, “Coming!”

Bambam wrapped you in a quick hug, leaving his arm draped around you when you joined them again. Together you all walked back to the house which was shockingly empty of people already. You breathed a sigh of relief as you left the group to go to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. It hurt to move your neck back to finish the drink but it soothed your sore throat enough that you paid no mind.

That would be tomorrow’s problem.

“We will go to the hospital in 10 or so minutes, ok?” Jackson asked as he entered the kitchen space.

You nodded and turned around to refill your glass. If you avoided Jackson’s worried gaze while doing so, you were thankful. Jackson didn’t leave though. He waited patiently as you guzzled two glasses of water before sighing and shaking his head.

“I was never disappointed in you.” He said, shattering the silence.

You froze, not wanting to look at him as you gathered up the energy to respond, “Oh? I always thought you were.”

“I always thought that you didn’t like me so I gave you distance. You are honestly so amazing, working a job and going to school. It is so impressive.”

You laughed bitterly and tried to hide the anxiety pooling in your gut, “I dropped out of school so I don’t know how amazing I am.”

When silence settled over you two again for a minute, you risked a glance at Jackson, hoping not to see disappointment. His brows were raised in surprise but he didn’t look disappointed.

“How come?”

“It was bad for my mental health… I had to.” You mumbled, not wanting to think much about those hellish years where you were academia’s bitch.

“Do you want to return to school?”

“No. I don’t know what I want to do… but I don’t want anything to do with academia.”

“That’s understandable. College is so stressful. What are you doing now?” He asked and you were thankful that he looked genuinely interested in what you were doing now.

“Bartending.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Somewhat. I want to do something else long term but it isn’t a bad job. It pays the bills and my coworkers are good.”

“I am glad it’s a good job. I am proud of you for taking care of yourself.”

What?

Your head snapped up to look at him, pain shooting through you at the sudden action. He… he was proud of you?

Tears welled in your eyes. No one in your family ever seemed proud of you… nothing ever seemed to be enough for them.

“R-really?”

“Really,” He took a deep breath in as he prepared for his next words, “I’ve not said it before, but I love you.”

You felt like you could cry as you pulled him into a hug, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest, “I love you too, Oppa… But please don’t tell mom and dad yet.”

“I won’t.” Jackson said with a laugh.

The two of you barely talked as you finished your final glass of water, sparing a few words as you left the kitchen. You looked around at everyone else, wispering and resting their eyes. They were close.

You cleared your throat awkwardly to get people’s attention, “I am ready whenever you all are.”

Some of them nodded silently before getting up and helping others up. Quietly, everyone filed into Jackson and Jinyoung’s cars. The trip to the hospital was painfully quiet and when you all got into the hospital, it felt like everyone dispersed as they slowly took everyone back for treatment.

You don’t know how long you were there for or when others left but when you were finally released, no one was there to help you. With some broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and a bad concussion, you found a taxi and went home. The faint sounds of the bar below acted as a soothing white noise for you as you crawled into bed and crashed.

Alone.

Somehow you managed to get a whole two weeks off of work to recover from your concussion. You were thankful for the time for a break and thankful for the near constant noise from the bar under you. Every time there was silence you felt unnerved, as if something or someone was going to start attacking you again. The silence made you feel scared in a way that it never had before.

The bar noise became a comfort you didn’t realize you needed. It was the only constant for you during those two weeks. No one visited you.

Youngjae was busy with work and going on dates with Jaebeom (it was understandable but you still wished he came to visit you some). Your few other friends were busy with their lives as well. Somehow managed to text you every once in a while (unlike Youngjae) but it was still a fleeting moment of communication and you craved more.

Returning back to work and starting physical therapy was a welcome reprieve from your small apartment. The hustle and bustle of people filled something in you that you didn’t realize you were missing. It gave you human interaction and you enjoyed it so much.

All the human interaction made you yearn for the seven people you’d survived such a traumatic event with. Maybe you could text Jackson, Jinyoung, or Youngjae and plan a get together. They’d seemed to want to get closer to you after that event… even though no one messaged or called you.

You sighed and shook your head, looking back at the bar you were tending to. Only thirty more minutes before you got off. Then you could go home and watch something. Your shift ended uneventfully. You found yourself leaving the bar and making the short trip home with the slowness of someone who has nothing to return home to.

A light was on.

Why was there a light on in the apartment?

The light stole your breath. You found yourself transported back to the abandoned house, screams shaking your eardrums as you stood frozen.

Someone was moving.

People were moving.

People were talking.

“Y/n-ah, are you ok?”

Jinyoung.

You looked up at him, at Youngjae and Jackson who were also standing near you, looking at you worriedly. At Bambam, Mark, Jaebeom Yugyeom, who were holding balloons behind you.

You were in your apartment. Not the abandoned house.

The soft sounds from the bar grounded you as you slowly looked around.

You were safe.

You were ok.

“I-I… I’m ok. I think. Yeah. I’m surprised.” You spoke slowly as you looked around the apartment and took in a deep breath. The soft pain from your ribs moved with your lungs and somehow gave you a bit of comfort.

You were recovering.

You were safe.

“Well, yeah!” Youngjae laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, “That was the point! Surprise!”

“We wanted to have a small party together. A good party this time.” Jinyoung said, “Would you want anything to drink?”

“Water please. And don’t expect me to make you drinks! You should’ve come to the bar if you wanted that.”

Bambam laughed, rushing to hug you, “Darn it! Here I was hoping that you could make something expensive and fancy for me.”

“I refuse.”

Slowly people settled into your living room, happy laughter and warm music filling the space. Youngjae was snuggling up to you as everyone talked. Jinyoung was laughing and telling a story about something him and Bambam did together. Jackson refilled food and drinks every once in a while. Jaeboem was watching everything happen without speaking, holding Youngjae’s hand. Mark was bundled in all the spare blankets, laughing at everything happening. Yugyeom was adding in sarcastic remarks.

They were making plans for stuff with you.

You were telling stories.

The night was flying by quickly.

It felt like you fit in for once.

You weren’t an outsider anymore.

Everyone felt like a family. A home.

And as night became day, you started to understand the truth.

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bts-trash-blog · 2 years

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Request are open!(Scenarios and drabbles)

Also I'm adding series drabbles, so for Humanity, BOU, and Time(other series I have are under construction so no drabbles for them at the momment) The drabbles are small little moments you want to see with the couples. No smut(till further notices), fluff or angst and any mix of. 💕

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daintydoie · 1 year

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right where you left me

pairing: im jaebeom × park jinyoung (got7/jjp)

wc: 10.3k || 4/4 chapters

tags: post-break up, exes, friends to lovers, past relationship(s), flashbacks, fluff and angst

language: english

excerpt from chapter 1

The sun reaches its highest point on this chilly Saturday afternoon. Although there aren’t an overwhelming number of cars today, Jinyoung makes an effort to leave his house earlier than usual. He hasn’t seen his family in around 4 months due to his incredibly busy job, and him and his sisters made a bet on who could get to their parents’ house first. With an overnight bag in the passenger seat and his hands on the steering wheel, Jinyoung drives through the high rise buildings and billboards.

He reaches the main bridge that connects the city to the small towns in the countryside. It’s been a while since he passed this bridge, fewer cars here than he expected. After a couple more minutes, he sees his old hometown.

Although Jinyoung came to visit many times before, his hometown still gives off a timeless feel. The grass green and well kept, the simple rustic style of the houses, the neighbourhood children biking with their friends outside. It seemed like most of it stayed the same, minus the residents perhaps. Jinyoung drives past the other houses, as if he was in his school bus coming back home. He finds a house with a dark brown exterior and parks in front of it. Even though his parents are planning to have it repainted, he’ll miss the old brown wood color of their house. He takes his bag from the passenger seat and exits the car. The path leading to the door has small weeds, and his mother’s outdoor plants still look very much alive. He lifts his hand to ring the doorbell, but he hears someone opening the front door.

“The dishwasher has finally arrived!” His oldest sister, Minyoung, answers the door. Jinyoung looks at her, confused. While leaving his shoes near the doorway, he sees his other sister, Hwayoung, in the middle of eating lunch. “Huh? Since when did both of you get here?” “Half an hour ago.” Hwayoung answers while moving to the side and patting the seat next to her. “You guys left earlier, didn’t you?” He puts his bag down. “We left at noon, you’re just salty that you lost the bet!” Minyoung sticks her tongue at him while walking back to the dining table.

“Jinyoung, my son!” His mother gives him a warm hug and kisses his cheek. “I hope the dishes aren’t too much for you.” “Don’t worry mom, I’ll wash them all.” He side eyes his sisters, snickering while shoving kimchi rice in their mouths. “Jinyoung!” His dad calls him over. “Sit down and eat before Minyoung and Hwayoung finish it all.” Jinyoung hangs his coat and sits next to Hwayoung at the table. His mother hands him a bowl of kimchi stew and puts bulgogi on his plate. He takes a spoonful of the stew, still tastes the same even after so long, like the times he requested his mother to make it while he does his homework.

While he catches up with the rest of his family, they hear the doorbell ring. His mom stands up and goes to answer the door. “Oh, Mrs. Im!” The siblings look to the door. “Oh! I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” “No, don’t worry!” The rest of the family politely greet Mrs. Im. “Nice to know the kids came to visit. Um, could I ask for some extra ingredients? I’ll pay you back after today.” “Yes, of course! What do you need?” “Just some tofu. My son decided to surprise me with a visit today!”

Jinyoung suddenly stops eating. Jaebeom’s back? Why would he be back?

Minyoung and Hwayoung notice, and they look at their little brother worryingly. Hwayoung gently places her hand on Jinyoung’s shoulder to try and comfort him.

“Jaebeom? Isn’t he supposed to be in America?” “That’s what I thought too! When I saw him at the doorstep, I told him: What are you doing here?!” Mrs. Im laughs at her own story. “Turns out they gave him a week off, and he flew all the way here! He’s staying at some hotel but he dropped by earlier. He’ll come back here again since I’m preparing dinner for him.”

Jinyoung stands up from the table and goes to the fridge to look for tofu. He finds it and gives it to Mrs. Im. “Oh, thank you Jinyoung!” She takes it from him. “Wow! You look so mature! And so do Minyoung and Hwayoung!” She turns to his mother. “You raised such diligent adults.” His mother proudly smiles at her children. “Oh, Jinyoung! Jaebeom is just walking around in this area, do you want me to call him and tell him you’re here too?”

“Oh no, you don’t have to.” Jinyoung hesitates a bit with his answer. “I’ll just find him and surprise him myself.”

They wave Mrs. Im goodbye and return to the table. Minyoung and Hwayoung give each other a look, surprised with Jinyoung’s answer. They say nothing and continue eating, occasionally glancing at their brother.

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marvelous-llama · 9 months

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GOT7 recs

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Jaebeom x fem!reader exes to lovers, business AU - angst, fluff, smut, romance You had allowed yourself to be undervalued for too long, as a business partner and lover of Im Jaebum and so you left him for good. When you crossed paths again, not all was how you imagined it to be. Could you reconcile after all the pain?

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Jinyoung x fem!reader mafia, exes to lovers - angst, smut to survive as a single woman in the big city, you resort to letting rich men pay for your company, but never anticipated that your first client would be the boy you once loved, Jinyoung.

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Jinyoung x fem!reader enemies to lovers - angst, fluff, romance, suggestive When the perfect studio space comes up, you leap at the chance to take it. Except, so has Park Jinyoung, someone you have hated for the past three years. Given three months to share the space before deciding who will claim it, can you push Jinyoung out by the end of your trial period, or will you find that the tactics you both use leads to something unexpected?

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Youngjae x fem!reader (wc - 15k) strangers to lovers, mutual pining - fluff It took Choi Youngjae seven weddings to fall in love with you.

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Bambam x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k) coworkers/friends to lovers - fluff, crack Bambam rescues you from the company party and makes a rooftop confession to you under the stars. It’s kind of magical.

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liannyeong · 3 months

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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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agust-june · 9 months

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Masterlist

Hello welcome to my masterlist. I don't take requests unfortunately but if you have something you'd like to say or want to shoot an idea into my head my imbox is open. I hope you enjoy my fics and please give me feedback if you can!

Minors DNI

Fluff 💗 Smut😈 angst 😭

Series

Decendants of the stars and of the Gods 💗😭

This multi fandom (well kinda?) but it's about after a war between the greek Gods and the zodiac and the constellations went to war. The children of the signs going to the school with the children of the Gods.

Pt1

Pt2

Pt3

Kingdoms that can't be divided 😭💗

This was my first fanfic it's on wattpad I would upload it here but...it's too long and unfortunately I'm lazy to put all the chapters onto here.

Oneshots

-Nct-

Johnny

Keep Her Satisfied for the Weekend 😈

Part 1 Part 2 (coming soon) 😈

Take My Breath 😈

Kiss you back (coming soon) 😭😈

Conflict of interest (coming soon) 😭😈

Let the ( games) flames begin! (Coming soon) 💗

Yuta

If your girl only knew 😈

Creep 😈

-Seventeen-

Joshua

The chair 😈

Three is better than two 😈

S.Coups

I hate you 😈

Three is better than two 😈

-Monsta x-

Wonho

Cyber Sex 😈

It never rains 💗

Kihyun

I'm your baby tonight 😈

-Got7-

Got7

Is Got7 invited to the cook out? 💗

Do they belong to the streets?💗

Valentines day 💗

Invite to the cookout 💗

Jaebum

Teacher's assistant 😈

From time😭

Jinyoung

The boss😈

Erotic city 😈

Youngjae

The boy is mine💗

Yugyeom

Part Time Lover😈

-Dpr Live-

Hong Dabin

Bored😈

-Ateez-

Hongjoong

For the first time (coming soon)💗

Theories

-Got7-

Not by the moon

Songs I think...

Songs I think Haechan can sing

Songs I think DoJaeJung can sing

#Junewrites #Junesmasterlist

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dearly-somber · 9 months

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Don’t Wanna Cry | l.ch

-> pairing. Lee Chan x reader (f)

-> genre. angst, hurt-comfort, high school!au

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 779

-> warnings. crying, implied/ referenced bullying

-> a/n. This song slaps

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Aug. 13th, 2020 @ 22:34

-> fin. Mar. 17th, 2020 @ 20:17

-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:34

You sat on the bench in one of the more secluded areas of the school grounds, eating your sandwich in the peace and quiet of the student-less field.

You had your legs crossed with your book laying in front of you, reading it with a slight breeze fluttering the pages. It was just as you turned the page when you suddenly heard noises. It sounded like someone was talking, and being the curious person that you were, you sneaked up to check it out. When you got there you saw Lee Chan, one of the quieter guys in your class, being pushed around by some of the older students. He was wearing a baby blue and white striped shirt with some jeans, an outfit that fit him well, you thought. He was one of the more tolerable guys in your class, and you couldn't deny that you might've developed a small crush.

You wanted to ask what they were doing when you think his name was Jinyoung, hit Chan square in the jaw. You had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from gasping out loud, ducking behind the wall when Jaebum, the tallest of the three boys, snapped around to look in your direction. Peeking around the corner a bit later, you watched as Jinyoung punched Chan in the gut, pushing him to the floor for Jaebum to kick him.

"Don't ever think about telling your friends again, you hear me? Piece of shit…” Jinyoung laughed evilly as he walked away with Jaebum's arms thrown casually over his shoulders.

As soon as the two boys were out of sight, you rushed forward, crouching down beside Chan who was clutching his stomach tightly. Only when you were right next to him did you realize that he was crying, leaning against the back of the wall with his head facing the sky. He had a busted lip and bruising jaw. You could only guess how his stomach must look.

"괜찬하? Are you alright?” You asked him worriedly, reaching out a hand before retracting it awkwardly. Slowly, he looked down at you, sniffling.

"Who..?"

"I'm Y/N. I sit a few seats behind you? But that isn't important right now. We need to get you to the nurse's office—"

"No! No teachers. They'll kill me if a teacher finds out..." Chan said desperately, wincing. You bit your lip as you thought before standing up.

"Okay. Stay here, alright? I'll be right back!" You gathered your things and rushed to the nurse's office. You grabbed everything you needed and headed back to where Chan was supposed to be. Thankfully he had stayed put, staring at the spot in front of him in a daze. You crouched in front of him, tearing his gaze away from the grass to look at you.

You were quick to get to work, dabbing at his lip with some disinfectant. He winced back at the uncomfortable stinging, but you took your hand and gently turned his head back to you. His eyes were red and puffy, reminding you sadly of a kicked puppy. "I know it stings, but you have to sit still," you muttered, looking at him pleadingly.

He took a moment before nodding, a smile forming on your face. Back to work, you started getting shy at the way he stared at you, a pink hue dusting your cheeks.

“울고 싶지 않아... I don't wanna cry," he mumbled after a while, as you were gently dabbing his lip with a piece of cotton. You hesitated, looking at him questioningly.

He explained himself with an apologetic smile, "Those guys are always beating me up, because they want me to give them cash at school.” He sounded tired as he spoke, eyes glazed over with unused tears. "Every time that they do, I always end up crying. And it makes me feel even more pathetic than I already am.” Tears formed at the corner of his eyes.

After a moment of debate, you cupped his cheeks with both of your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Lee Chan," you began sternly. “There's nothing wrong with crying. I can only imagine how much it must hurt," you mumbled, rubbing your thumb over his cheek absent-mindedly, not noticing the way his eyes fluttered at the affectionate action. "I'll stay with you from now on, okay?"

You gently brought him in for a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder with your arms wrapped around his torso. He smiled sadly, biting down on his lip to stop himself from crying. He hugged you back. "Thank you," he whispered.

"It's my pleasure." You stroked his back with a soft smile.

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justgot7reactionsandsenarios0 · 2 years

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Stunt Man

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1927

Summary: Being friends with the Got7 boys means getting roped into dance parctices with them, it’s all fun and games at first everyone is laughing and joking until Jackson makes a wrong move and injures himself. You’re with him every step of the way.

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It was a relatively chill day, the sun was shining, people were out enjoying the weather, and it was just generally a lovely day. It was lovely enough to spend the day outside but your friends Jackson, Yugyeom, Mark and Bambam have you stuck inside the studio, wanting to practice some dances ready for their upcoming shows. Why you were there, you never know, but it was nice to have them for company as they always know how to make you laugh and how to include you. Though you found yourself not the best at dancing in comparison to the boys, you still enjoyed it when they practiced their routines with you, and always cheering you on, calling you the 8th member of the group. This is something that became a regular occurance after becoming friends with Bambam, who introduced you to the rest of the boys. You couldn’t help but fall for one of them, Jackson, he intrigued you, he challenged you, he made you laugh and he just stood out to you in comparison with everyone else. But out of respect to your best friend, Bam, you never acted on your little crush, supressing it as much as you could so there was no way you feelings could get in the way of anything, so you weren’t biased when they bickered, or played games. You’ve only been in the studio for an hour before they start their usual antics, teasing each other about a move they had one, or even just the way the looked when they danced. There was never a dull moment and it made you grateful that arguements were very rare, only playful ones, where you knew how to stop them before they got out of hand and either Bam or Jackson get pissy and turn into little whiny babies. However, as it was a chill day, they were on their best behavior for a change.

“Hey, Y/N! How about you swap with Yugyeom for this dance routine? You know his parts right?” Mark teased, holding his younger in a light chokehold, ruffling up his hair as you get up to your feet, ready to step in as Jinyoung, Jaebum and Youngjae walk in, confused as to why Yugyeom was sitting down and you’re in his spot for ‘NaNaNa’. However, they shrug it off laughing as they put down their bags and continue to join the dance, teasing you that you weren’t tall enough so it threw them off. “Fine, let Yugyeom back in then!” you bite, knowing you shouldn’t with these lot as they start laughing at you, shaking their heads, “No, you have better footwork!” Jinyoung remarks, sending playful daggers to the youngest, who pouts in return, crossing his arms before poking his little tongue out. “Then stop complaining!” you retaliate. Within seconds of the song ending, and before you could even catch your breath from laughing and dancing at the same time, yugyeom comes from behind you, running up and sweeping you up onto his shoulders, “Hey, now she’s tall enough!” he excplaimed as you held on tight, scared he was going to drop you or even fall with you on his shoulders. “Put her down, we don’t need any accidents!” Jaebum shouts, in a half serious tone, but Yugyeom does as he’s told to ensure he doesn’t get a scolding later on if he did hurt you, or himself, better yet, both of you. “You’ve jinxed it now Jae,” you wink at him as he shakes his head with a grin, “Don’t now Y/N, touch wood!”.

The new choreography for one of their new songs included some stunts that were always left for either Mark and/or Jackson to do mainly. They had years of practice for this and we’re always happy to do so. You found yourself so suprised each time they did a stunt, though you knew they could do it, you always worried that something would go wrong, especially with Jackson. He could get very cocky if he was in one of his hyper moods, trying to do many stunts in a row and your heart would be in your throat each time, trying not to run to him to stop him from doing it again after he’s just done it a couple of times. Despite that, you always had faith in them, to be careful. Until this very moment. They had previously discussed about including a stunt in one of their songs, and though they were completely in agreement for it, you always wished that they’d change their mind as Jackson started to show off, as he does it once, jumping off Jaebum’s back, doing a flip then spinning to do a back flip. Your heart raced as they did it a first time, but he did a safe landing, putting you at slight ease but of course, they felt the need to go over it a few more times. You already noticed that Jackson had jumped wrongly, landing awkwardly to spin, but as he goes to do a back flip again, his ankle folds awkwardly on his landing, causing his leg to slip underneath him and the sound of a crack was loud enough to wake a sleeping baby, not long followed by him screaming in agony. “Jackson!” you cried as you ran to him, kneeling at his side as he clutched his leg, obvious broken bones on the leg he landed on. “Call 911!” you cried as you try to comfort him, running your fingers through his hair as you try to ensure that he wasn’t hurt anywhere else. Your heart broke at the sight of him in pain as the others panicked around him, running to find someone as Jaebum makes the call for an ambulence. “Y/N, please don’t leave me!” Jackson cries through the pain as you shake your head, holding onto him tight as you promise to stay by his side.

After what felt like a lifetime wait for the ambulence to turn up, you clutched onto Jackson’s hand as they move him onto a stretcher, manouvering him down the building into the ambulence. You insisted to stay with him for the journey as he cries for you, fighting with the nurses to let you on with him. “He needs me, please?!”. After hearing scream in pain for you, they felt as though they had better let you do so, holding onto his hand and careessing it with your thumb as you reassure him that everything was going to be okay. Within minutes, he’s getting rushed into the emergency room, the heavy doors closing behind as you’re forced to leave him and wait. You couldn’t help but pace around the waiting room as the boys tried to help reassure you that he was going to be okay, but the look of worry on their face showed they didn’t even believe their own words. “Why have you always got to include stupid stunts in your choreography?!” your voice breaks as the tears you tried holding back turned into floods. Your sudden outburst even broke the other’s composure as they try to hug you, but you weren’t having it. You knew something was going to go wrong. “Y/N, please calm down,” Jinyoung pleads, finally being able to get you to let him hug you as you sobbed into his chest, wishing things had gone a different way, “He’s going to be okay, I promise,” he reassures as you snake your arms around his waist, holding him there in a hug for emotional support, you needed something to keep you in line, to calm down. However you struggled to even forgive them for letting anything happen. You understood that it’s a part of being an idol, especially athletic ones like Mark and Jackson, who get given these jobs, but you wanted to turn back time, to make sure they had never agreed to do such things.

For what felt like hours, you sat in the waiting room, still clinging onto Jinyoung who kept you calm through humming songs for you, caressing your hair. That all came to a halt when you noticed the Doctor coming through the doors, not even giving him a chance to even open his mouth, you’re at his feet, begging him that Jackson’s okay. “Gentlemen, Miss Y/L/N, I have good news and bad news... Mr Wang is okay in himself, though he’s broken a couple of bones in his leg, and has had to have a cast put on his leg to make sure that his bones heal properly. I’ll write a formal letter to your company to keep him from extensive activities until he’s completely healed”. Your breathing stops from the news, but you found your so relieved that he was okay, tears fall from your eyes again, grabbing the doctor’s arm before he could walk away, “Let me see him, please?”, “Of course, follow me” the doctor says, directing you to the room as the members follow not far behind, letting you go in first to ease your mind after your meltdown. “Hey Jackson, how are you feeling?” you ask, trying to hold back tears, though he could tell you’ve been crying for him. He shrugs as he smiles, cracking a joke and teasing, as he usually would, “You’re crying like something extremely bad happened to me. It’s only a broken leg,” he teased as he swipes a tear from your cheek, you nuzzle into his hand on your face as he smiles even more, “Didn’t know you cared so much about me~”. You couldn’t believe the cheek on him as you tap his arm, cracking a laugh soon afterwards, making him exaggerate the pain there instead of his leg.

For about half hour, you just sat there talking to him, the boys coming in and out of the room, offering refreshements, and apologising to their brother, but they all knew it was an accident. “Hey guys, mind leaving me with Y/N a minute please?” Jackson asked, as they respect his wishes, walking out one by one, you were confused by his sudden request, furrowing your eyebrows at him as he waves goodbye to them before switching his attention to you. “Hey, come sit on this side of the bed with me” he requests, holding your hand as you walk around to the otherside of the bed, shuffling onto it next to him as he asked, still oblivious to what he was planning. “I can’t thank you enough for being there for me always, you’re amazing, Y/N. And I can’t help but admit how much I love you, not just as a best friend, but I LOVE you, more than you could ever imagine” your eyes fill up from his sweet talking, as you couldn’t believe what he was saying, out of all the times he could’ve confessed he had to chose now. You smile at him as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a cuddle as he kisses your forehead, “I can’t go another day without needing you to be mine, so will you do an injured, handsome, funny guy a favour, and be my girlfriend?” he teased again but in a genuine way as you nod, relieved that all of these years, you couldn’t believe he felt the same way for you. A kiss was shared as the members run into the room, quietly screaming and getting all excited at the sudden events. “Hyung finally confessed!!” Yugyeom cheered as the others congratulate the new relationship. Happy that the sunshines after a thunderstorm.

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jae-daddy · 2 years

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Duff (13)

im jaebum au series

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen masterlist

pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: angst, mature, smut plot: you are the duff and guys use you to get close to your best friend, heather, and turns out Jaebum is no exception, but as time goes on the tension between you and your best friend’s unofficial boyfriend grows a/n: hi, idk imma put out the worst trash and not overthink it, because at the end of the day its all about getting it done <3 hope y’all like it. and ive gotten my life together, so i’ll post more regularly fr now. not edited <3333

You snorted as you stared at the scene in front of you.

It was almost comical watching as everyone crowded around Jaebum, waiting like dutiful lapdogs for their master to offer them the slightest bit of attention.

You took a sip of your cool vodka with a splash of orange juice, clicking your tongue as one of the girls dropped something right in front of Jaebum. She shamelessly bent in front of him, picking up the tube of sunscreen and staying in that position for two seconds longer than necessary.

Your face remained neutral as if your eyes were closed and you were basking in the sunshine. But your right eye twitched as she looked over her shoulder at a smug looking Im Jaebum. A frown settled on your lips as you took in the way his lips tilted into a lazy smile as she moved towards him.

Your chest heaved as a molten fist gripped your heart, clenching it tightly as she sat in front of him. The burning spread all the way down to your tummy as you watched him squirt the sunscreen onto his hands and rub them together.

That son of bitch was about to rub sunscreen onto that girl's back.

He inched closer to her, and you could almost feel the heat of his body radiate against your back. As his hands touched her skin, his body leaned closer to hers, his lips close to her ears; you turned away.

Something lodged in your throat, and you tried to gulp it away as you stared at the branches of the palm tree swaying lazily above you.

You bit back a groan and closed your eyes. It didn't stop the ridiculous giggle from the other side of the pool though. Her voice stabbed your ears, causing you to clench your teeth.

You tried to will their presence away. You wanted Jaebum and all of him in that light blue loose shirt to disappear into the sea breeze, just like how it was meant to be. Just as this trip had always been, with just you and Heather.

It was always just the two of you, under the sun, deliciously warming your skin before you escaped into the cool water. It was always flirting with strangers on the beach and then cocktails until sunrise. It was a time to relax, unwind, to celebrate hot girl summer.

But it was far from that now.

Now the dreamlike days had been tarnished with demons she had invited with open arms. It was supposed to be quite sunshine and the dancing of palm trees. But now it was grating giggles and annoying assholes who wouldn't leave you in peace.

"Any harder, y/n and your teeth will turn into dust," you hated the way your body reacted to his velvety voice.

Speak of the devil.

You ignored him, but it was not that easy to shake him off.

"Was the big hat necessary?" He chuckled. You brought a hand up to your sensible white hat and turned to him with a glare.

"Sun damage is no joke, Jinyoung," you told him, unable to come with a better comeback. But kill them with knowledge.

An endearing smile bloomed onto his lips as he said, "I'm sure, y/n."

You looked away from him and tried to blame the sun for the heat creeping up your cheeks. The heat only grew as you felt his gaze remain on you. You turned to him, and his dark eyes behind those light shades watched you with that same smile that made your heart flip.

"Go away." You said simply, before relaxing on your back again.

Of course, Park Jinyoung wouldn’t just leave because you asked him to. Instead, the pool bed creaked as he settled into it beside you.

You tilted your head to find him sprawled comfortably, with his hands behind his head. The distant memory of his hands behind his head, while you were on your knees in front of him, flashed before your eyes. He smiled almost as if he could see what was happening in your head.

Silence enveloped you both as you lay in the cool sea breeze. The voices from the chatter around the pool floated in the atmosphere, and someone yelped as the sound of water splashing reached you. If you closed your eyes it wasn't that bad.

And at least, the grating giggles had somewhat stopped now. You tried to search for Jaebum’s voice but it was to no avail. Another flick of anger licked your belly as you thought of him whispering in that girl’s ear, talking softly to her as she batted her eyes up at him.

“Do you remember that time we went to Fiji?” Jinyoung spoke, pulling you out of the green slime you were sinking into.

You kept your eyes closed as you hummed, “I remember the blissful times when you weren’t annoying me.”

You heard him chuckle, before he continued, “This reminds me of the private villa we had.”

You remembered the villa. You remembered the days and nights spent together doing nothing but being lost in each other. Everyone thought you were on your honeymoon, and maybe it was. It was the last time you both were so incredibly happy together. As soon as you landed back home, you had found about his engagement to the heiress.

Jinyoung kept talking, “We had just come back from exploring the village when you decided you wanted to take a swim.” You couldn't help the smile itching at the corner of your lips. You knew exactly what he was talking about. He must’ve seen your grin, because you could hear him smile and shake his head, “I thought you were going to die. Your scream was straight out of a horror film.”

You laughed with him this time. You turned towards him, your heart hurting as you saw him laugh so freely. You missed him laughing like this so many times over the years. His shoulders shook as chuckled, “And then- then-”

He couldn’t continue because he was laughing so hard. You reached over slapping his broad shoulder, “It was a reasonable reaction.”

“I thought you were going to get brutally murdered, y/n.”

“I’m sorry I’m not used to seeing goats lounging around the pool,” you protested, glaring at him. But you couldn’t keep a straight face for long as another round of laughter escaped you.

“Well, I wasn’t the one that got chased around by a dog,” you snorted at him. His eyes widened as his mouth fell open.

“You were supposed to take that to your grave, y/n,” he tutted, his eyes glistening with amusement.

“Well, technically it was a puppy,” you clicked your tongue, smirking.

“A puppy?!” He chocked, making your grin widen. “That thing was not a puppy or a dog. That monster is used to protect the gates of hell.”

This time you laughed entirely. You threw your head back as belts of laughter left you. You gasped for air trying to calm down, when he continued, “I swear I still wake up shivering from nightmares about it.”

“Jinyoung,” you gasped, hitting his shoulder, giving him a silent plea to stop.

You both slowly lulled to a stop. The air between you thick with emotions you both were feeling. You could feel the same heaviness in Jinyoung that was slowly settling over your heart.

You spoke first, "Why did you come here, Jinyoung?"

He stared at you for a long moment, before shrugging, “Heather invited me.”

Something close to betrayal shot through your chest as you stared at him, shocked.

"Why?" you whispered in a low voice.

The smug look on his face melted as he brought his hands close to yours. They loomed over your hands that were turning white from your tight grip on the frame of your chair. Finally, they settled tightly onto his lap.

"For business," he cleared his throat. You didn't reply as your mind finally began to register that Park Jinyoung was actually here. At your hot-girl summer trip, but so was Jaebum, Bambam, and some other people. This was not a hot girl summer trip; this was something else.

Jinyoung continued taking in your silence, "It's a rich kid event. We all are heirs of big fortune, so we're networking."

You didn't answer again.

You didn't understand why, but you felt utterly betrayed being invited here. Heather knew you didn't like the elite crowd. You didn't like the way they looked down at the poor, how they flaunted their money, how easily they got out of trouble. You hated how immune they were to their own consequences.

But what hurt the most was Heather knew Jinyoung would be here, and she still invited you. She hadn't even given you a heads up. She had just invited you and left you to the wolves.

You scanned the area, searching for her. She was easy to spot in her red hot swimwear. Just like Jaebum, she had her own circle of groupies surrounding her. They were all laughing at something, and your cheeks flamed brighter.

You felt stupid being here. You needed to get away for a bit.

"Hey," Jinyoung's hand touched your arm. You turned to him with wide eyes, the frown on your lips deepening. You felt the frustrated tears building up as you brushed his hand away.

He let it hang there for a second before drawing it back.

"Sorry," he cleared his throat, "I was calling out to you, but you weren't listening."

You shot up from your seat instead of answering him. You grabbed the bag next to your chair and began walking away.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" He yelled quietly, trying not to draw any attention.

You just shook your head and continued walking.

You didn't fit in this crowd.

Even now, when you didn't mean anything to Jinyoung that could taint his reputation, he was still trying to hide his association with you.

You weren't thinking about where you were going. But all those summers spent at Heather's summer house had made you very acquainted with the area that you were sure you wouldn't get lost. You quickly found your way to the beach and stared at the near-empty beach.

"What a shame," you looked out to the sea, covering the glare of the sun with your hand, "It's just a nice day."

You pulled out your blanket to lay onto the sand.

Anyone can call you crazy, but you like to be prepared for anything. Hence your handy summer bag that had gone through countless trials and errors until it became the perfect summer bag.

The blanket resulted from a terrible day a couple summers ago when you and Heather had stumbled onto the beach and decided it was a beach day. The lack of a towel led to sand in areas that took days to get rid of completely.

You positioned yourself underneath one of the giant umbrellas and opened the blanket onto the sand. Two solid, tanned hands straightened the other side.

"Thanks," you smiled, finding a handsome man smiling back at you.

"No problem," his smile widened as he took in the hello kitty print on the blanket. His eyes flickered back to you as he smirked, "Cute."

"Thanks," you replied, as you bit your lip feeling embarrassed.

"Aye, come on," he clicked his tongue, with a teasing smile he said, "I wasn't teasing."

Even if you wanted to, you couldn't stop the smile spreading over your lips, as you nodded, "A-ha-"

Before you could say respond, a voice interrupted you.

"There you are."

His chest heaved as he tilted his head at you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, confused.

Jaebum didn't answer you as he came to stand beside you. His sunglasses were pushed up on his head, his eyebrows drawn in concentration as he focused on you.

“You can’t just leave without telling people-”

“I told Heather.” You cut him off with the lie. Of course, Im Jaebum didn’t believe you, he could see straight through your lies all the time and it annoyed the hell out of you.

One time, when you were both working together, he had given you some of the lunch he had prepared himself. It was horrible, tasted like bitter acid, but you still took many bites and tried to act like it was nice, but he saw right through it. Or the times when you on the edge of a breakdown from all the stress, and even though you would say you were fine, Im Jaebum would give you the most absurd errands like going up to the rooftop and recording the sky for him for ten minutes.

Even though you both seemed to bicker every time you talked, he was always smiling at you.

But he wasn’t smiling right now. He looked somewhat pissed, and you really couldn’t understand why, because frankly, what you did was none of his damn business. You were just about to tell him this when someone coughed drawing your attention away from Jaebum.

“Oh,” you remembered the stranger standing in front of you.

"Sup," Jaebum did the little nod thing to him, smiling as if he had known him his entire life. You rolled your eyes at Jaebum. How could he look so pissed one second, and then be this happy chap the next? "I'm JB."

"Like Justin Bieber?" The stranger chuckled, and you almost rolled your eyes at the lame joke. Jaebum didn't seem to mind; he just shrugged, smiling, "Not quite."

"Ah, I'm Jackson, dude," he introduced himself.

Dude?

"Nice, dude, like Micheal Jackson?!" Jaebum teased him back, and the two laughed. You stood there, wanting to drag your blanket away and go lay down somewhere else in peace.

"Nah, bro. MJ was a crazy dude. I can't compete."

"Rubbish!" Jaebum gushed as he turned to you with raised brows. "What do you think, y/n? Is he any less than MJ, the crazy dude?"

You bit back the smile threatening to grow on your lips as you met his dark eyes in challenge.

"Y/n," Jackson cut in before you had to reply. He said your name like he was tasting it on his tongue.

"Yeah, hi," you replied, tucking your hair behind your ear. The sea breeze was really strong here, making your hair fly into your mouth.

You smiled up at Jackson, who smiled back.

Jaebum cleared his throat, drawing your attention. His gaze remained on Jackson as he said, "So what are you doing here?"

"Surfing, bro," he pointed his thumb behind to the waves and group of people on their boards. "Came here with some mates. Do you surf?"

"Y/n loves surfing," Jaebum replied before you could answer. You punched his stomach, making him groan before turning to Jackson, "No, I actually don’t know how to."

"I can teach you," Jackson said, leaning towards you.

Your cheeks flushed as his eyes scanned your face. You suddenly felt bare, as if you had not gotten ready this morning.

"Maybe you can teach a couple of us," Jaebum spoke, making you both turn towards him. His eyes didn't look at you as he continued to talk to Jackson. "I have a couple of bros who would love a lesson too."

"Oh, it was just for-" Jackson rose his brows.

"We'll pay you," he interrupted with a charming smile. "Of course."

"Yeah?" Jaebum nodded in reply. His eyes bounced between you and Jaebum, before he nodded with a grin, "Alright, take my number..."

And that was your cue; you tuned them out.

You stepped away from the pair and stood on your blanket. You brushed away the bit of sand that had flown onto it before standing up straight. You grabbed the first button of your dress and began to open it, suddenly feeling too hot as frustration began burning inside you.

Sometimes you forgot Jaebum was just another spoilt rich brat.

The soft material slid off you, revealing the yellow swimwear you had on. You rolled the dress into a ball and placed it under your head as you lay onto the blanket.

"Shit," you heard Jackson mutter, and you tried to ignore it. Suddenly feeling too exposed, but you didn't cover yourself. Instead, you cast your gaze over to the two boys.

Jackson was trying to hide it his glances towards you, but not Im Jaebum.

He was looking at you; unmasked.

"Okay, I'll see you later, bro."Jackson cleared his throat as he cast you one last look. "See you around, y/n."

You got onto your elbows and waved him goodbye with a grin.

You watched him walk away, slowly becoming smaller and smaller on the horizon.

Jaebum who was looking into the distance now, and lay onto your back again. A few moments later, you felt him lay down next to you, and you tried to ignore him. But the words were right on your tongue, stinging to be let out.

"You didn't have to flaunt your money at him, you know."

Jaebum let out a snort, "I wasn't the one flaunting."

"What do you mean?" You got on your elbows again and glared at him.

Jaebum rose an eyebrow, a bitter smile on his lips as he dryly chuckled up at you, "This is one way to get over your ex, y/n."

"Ex? What?" You sputtered, confused. You took your sunglasses off, "What the fuck are you on about?"

"You cling onto the first thing that comes your way to--"

"Excuse me?" You choked.

"Oh, alright then," he corrected himself like it made a fucking difference. "Flirting with the first guy who gives you the tiniest bit of attention."

"I wasn't-"

"Are you that desperate for attention?" He rose up to meet your eyes.

You didn't answer him.

Your chest hurt. His words shouldn't hurt so much, but they did. They burned you.

"Are you that willing for a distraction that you'll take it from anyone?" You didn't answer him. You just stared at him as his jaws locked and eyes hardened. He leaned onto his side, facing you perfectly.

His eyes finally left yours and went to his hand that reached for you.

You watched him as the back of his hand grazed the slope of your neck. You watched him, follow his hand, and watch you, as your chest heaved at the ghost of his touch spreading through your body.

His hand traveled lower, down the middle of your breast, making your breath hitch. His fingers splayed on your hip as his fingertips dug into your skin.

"Can't that someone be me?" he whispered. His dark eyes finally meeting yours.

A slow breath left you as you leaned in closer, getting lost in the way the velvety darkness in his eyes flickered with heat. His eyes fell to your lips, then back to your eyes. His fingers tightening on your hips, stinging.

You were so close to him that your could paint the gold flecks in his eyes, and count every dark lash that kissed his cheekbones when he blinked. Your gaze fells to his lips, parted and waiting; and then you stopped.

A bucket of cold water fell over you as you pulled away from him. Your eyes prickling with tears as you gasped.

It was so small you would've missed it. You could've easily mistaken it for excitement, but you knew him. You knew that smile all too well. That winning smirk that itched the corner of his lips.

It was all a game to him.

"You bastard," you breathed. Your stern gaze met his stunned ones. He flinched at your words. You moved away from him, and lay on your back.

"You are cruel," you gritted out, trying not to show the way your heart was shattering, "a complete asshole."

Just another rich sick snob.

You tried to distract yourself by staring at the sky. "There are no clouds today."

"Cloudless skies are better, anyway." He answered, his voice tight.

"The more I get to know you, the more I despise you." You told him, honestly.

Jaebum chuckled at that, settling back to become comfortable. His warmth of disappearing instantly as he drew his fingers away, "Well, you're not the first to experience that."

You didn't answer.

None of you spoke for a long time.

"Who was that girl by the pool?" You swallowed, your throat painfully dry.

"Who?" He asked, amused.

"It certainly wasn't Heather," you said.

"No, it wasn't." He said after a long moment.

"How could you do that to her?"

He stayed quiet for a long time before saying, "How can you, y/n?"

After that, no one spoke until it was time to go.

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moccahobi · 1 year

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Buried Truths [Chapter 2]

Pairing: Youngjae x Jaeboem, Acesexual!Reader x Jinyoung (somewhat?)

Rating: 17+

Series warnings: gore, mildly toxic actions

Word Count: 3.2k

Genre: Supernatural AU, horror, angst, alcohol

A/N: This fic is not focused on romance. There is a romantic side plot but this is a thriller/horror/supernatural centric fic. Also! This is the first fic where I am talking about/show casing asexuality. As an ace person myself, I really love seeing ace representation and aim to write more fics that showcase ace relationships!

A/N2: Thank you so so much to @ssaboala for reading this fic over for me! Her comments and assurance helped me so much!

Chapter 1 < Masterlist > Chapter 3 (finale)

“You got really scared.”

“Of course! I was… and now the door isn’t opening. Can one of you try to open the door on the other side?”

The door jiggled, “I can’t open it.” Yugyeom said, his voice full of worry as he tried again.

“What? No. No. No. It should open.” Bambam said, worry growing in his voice as he surged forward to try to open the door.

“It looks locked. Maybe it was slightly unlocked or the door automatically locks… I saw a bunch of keys at the entrance.” It was Jaeboem, his voice getting more distant as he walked towards the entrance.

You sat on the top step of the basement, trying to ignore the sea of darkness that was the basement at your feet as you took deep breaths. Coming in here was a mistake. Coming into this house was a mistake. Seeing Jinyoung again was a mistake.

Bambam sat next to you, his breathing unsteady as he shifted uncomfortably, “I am sorry. I am so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen… I didn’t even realize you were here.”

“What?”

“Most of the guys don’t give me any attention… I wanted to see some of them show care to me for once…”

Anger bubbled in you as you realized what he did. He locked you both in… well… he slammed the door on you both. He looked scared though.

“I-- You closed this door on us?”

He nodded.

“Why?”

“Listen… You seemed to be accepted right away into this friend group… I didn’t. I am Jinyoung’s friend and I think Jackson likes me some… The others though? I don’t know. They seem to care for me when I am hurt or scared though,” Bambam spared you a glance before looking back into the basement, “Youngjae seems to dislike me most. I’m sure you know that he doesn’t like me much though.”

You were flustered at that, “O-Oh. I-”

“He vents about you sometimes. Nothing major… just the occasional complaint about you. I figured that if he vents about you, someone he likes, he probably vents about me since I am someone he doesn’t like.”

“I--” You sighed. What were you supposed to tell him?

That Youngjae found him absolutely annoying and felt he wasn’t part of the friend group? That Youngjae often vented about Bambam’s work competency? That Youngjae was tired of Bambam always being around?

“I am sorry. He can be a little judgemental sometimes.”

Bambam nodded, “Youngjae cares a lot about his friends and I admire that a ton. He seems to be faily defensive of his friends as well.”

“And opinionated,” You hesitated… were you about to tell this near stranger something you hadn’t been able to tell anyone yet? “I dropped out of college last year and haven’t had the energy to tell him yet. I know what he’ll say and I am not ready for it. I’ve not told anyone… but you now. Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. That’d be an asshole thing for me to do. I won’t tell anyone what you said about your bestie.” Bambam laughed and bumped shoulders with you, “How come you dropped out?”

“College is rough. I was a pre-med major since my parents wanted me to become a doctor, but I never wanted to be one. Didn’t even want to go to college but I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life and my parents had a plan.”

“That sounds frustrating.”

“It was and last year, I was really struggling. Pre-med is hard. I am not a science person. I figured if I dropped out and picked up some odd jobs while acting like I was still in school, I’d eventually find something and be able to tell people then.”

“Have you?”

“No. I’m a bartender and waitress right now… I barely have time to indulge in my hobbies.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t be. I chose this path… I get to deal with the consequences of it.”

Bambam nodded, “I am sorry for locking you in here.”

You laughed, “Don’t stress. As long as the lights work, I am fine. Besides, this place is much smaller and I feel sa-” You stopped talking as you felt something feather light brush against your calf. You readjusted your leg, moving it slightly away from the basement stairs.

What the fuck?

“You feel safe here despite the basement being right in front of us?” Bambam laughed, leaning back as he looked around the small space, “I guess the space is nice and there isn’t much to keep an eye on.”

Nodding, you leaned forward, looking down the stairs and trying to find whatever brushed your leg… Nothing.

Maybe it was dust or a spider web?

“Yeah… It is nicer--”

What felt like a hand gripped your ankle tightly, yanking you harshly. You found yourself tumbling down the basement stairs, screaming and trying to grab onto anything that would slow your descent. All the while, your head bounced against the stairs like a hollow basketball. Whatever was dragging you let go as you landed roughly on the hard concrete floor of the basement, leaving you breathless and in pain.

“Noona! Are you ok?” Bambam shouted, his steps as he ran down the stairs heavy and booming in your head. When he reached you, he gingerly helped you up.

“I think so?” You started, wincing as you tried to stand up, the ankle that whatever grabbed you touched was hurting to stand on, “I don’t know… I am in a lot of pain. Am I bleeding?”

Bambam shook his head, about to say something when rough knocking came at the door.

“Y/n-ah! Are you ok?” Jackson’s voice sounded far away from in the basement. He sounded worried as well and it made you feel conflicted. He’d never shown you worry before… but you had made a lot of noise coming down so it was in theory natural that he would be worried about you. You were his sister and he wasn’t heartless.

“I-I think I am! Did you all find the key?” You shouted back, not daring to try walking yet.

“We’ve found some but none have worked on the door.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“Do you think you can help me up the stairs?” You asked Bambam.

“I am sorry, Noona. I don’t think I am strong enough to. I think maybe Jackson or Jinyoung will be able to help you up.”

You nodded, gingerly rotating your ankle to test the throbbing pain. It was most definitely sprained.

“Huh… We don’t have cellular out here.” Bambam remarked as he turned on his phone’s flashlight and slowly looked around the space. It was odd that you didn’t have cellular… you weren’t far from the other house nor were you really out in the nature yet somehow, cellular wasn’t here. It probably wasn’t a big deal. This house was probably in a random blackout spot but the idea of no cellular still left you feeling a little sick.

Bambam barely moved around at first as he cautiously looked at the many dusty items that were in the basement, eventually moving around some. A dresser, some dark colored curtains that were hung up on the wall, and way too many boxes with more stuff. The stuff was covered in a ton of dust that blanketed the space and seemed to sparkle in the flashlight beam.

Above them, they heard the creaky footsteps of the others trying to find a way to open the door. Muddles conversations happening as someone shared good news also leaked through the floorboards.

Was Youngjae using this time to confess to Jaeboem?

Would you want your best friend to be confessing instead of trying to save you?

Part of you felt excited at the idea of Youngjae might be confessing right now. He’d been trying for over a year to get the courage to. Somehow, if the worry of you hurt in a basement made it feel less scary or loosened his lips, maybe that was good. Another part of your mind whispered that if he was confessing, was he spending much time trying to save you? Was he even worried about it?

You took a deep breath and sighed. Of course he cared for you. Of course he was worried about you.

“Yoooo! Noona! Look! This closet is full of kid dresses! I wonder where the kid is now!” Bambam said excitedly, breaking your thoughts as he flicked through the dusty garments.

You hobbled over, looking at the faded fabrics with their intricate sewn on details. Whoever this child was, they lived a very fancy life. This house was big and it was the second house on this property, these fancy dresses cemented the wealth of the child’s family. As you examined a specific dress more closely, Bambam started to look around again. He paused and hit your shoulder lightly.

“What?”

“N-Noona? Can you turn around for me?” His voice wavered as he started to shuffle backwards, his back brushing against the children’s clothes.

Slowly, you turned around, looking at Bambam questioningly.

“Do you see something moving in the shadows?”

You looked out, the darkness swirling as you tried to adjust and look out. Nothing seemed to be moving, not even the dusty curtains that were facing you. That was shocking because they rested on a rusty bar that looked like a few harsh movements of moving air would make it topple.

“I do-”

Something moved.

It was in the corner of your eye but as you and Bambam looked over, a small trinket that had been resting on top of one of the boxes, was wobbling around. Bambam squeaked and ran behind you, your body eclipsing his flashlight as he hid. Stealing up all your confidence, you gently took Bambam’s phone and slowly walked up to the trinket.

It was a children’s toy.

A faded wooden car with two of its wheels missing. It wobbled on the box as if trying to rebalance itself.

“M-Maybe it was w-wind?” You asked, reaching out and grabbing the car to stabilize it.

“Sure Jan, and I am totally not scared right now. I think Yugyeom was right. There’s a ghost here.” Bambam says as he looks at the car in your hands, trying to see if there was something going on that would lead to it moving so much.

Right as you opened your mouth to speak, the door banged open. Its handle hit the wall with an audible crack! Bambam and you jumped at the sound and you dropped the car, frozen in place as people started rushing down stairs.

Jackson is the first to make it down the stairs, jumping down the last three steps as he rushed to your side, “Y-n-ah! Are you ok?” He asked, looking you over worriedly.

“I am fine.” You said, his hands feeling like fire on your skin, his worry a foreign presence in your life. It made you feel a little sick at the thought of how caring he was acting.

Why was he so worried now?

What gave him the right when for so long he’s been distant from you?

“You absolutely are not fine. Your ankle is at the very least sprained.” Bambam said, eyeing you and Jackson.

“I would be worried about a concussion as well. I heard a lot of bumping on your fall down. You took quite a fall, Y/n-ssi.” Jaeboem said when he joined the group, Youngjae quickly rushing over and hugging you tightly as Jaeboem spoke.

“Let’s get you out. I can help you up the stairs.” Youngjae said, hooking his arm under yours as he started walking towards the stairs slowly.

You looked back and watched as a sad look grew on Bambam’s face as he watched Youngjae help you away on his own. As you turned your eyes forward, you caught Jackson’s gaze, worry written all over his face.

God.

Tonight is becoming messier by the second… and you are in a haunted house.

Were you going to survive tonight?

Youngjae and you slowly hobbled up the stairs and despite your eyes focused on the steps you were taking, you felt the eyes of people all around you. Their gazes felt unnatural and creepy on you, your skin crawling under them. You were ready to go home, crash, and pretend tonight didn’t happen (aside from celebrating Youngjae and Jaeboem getting together)... and maybe see if Bambam wanted to become friends. Tonight could be a fever dream that, with repeated retelling, you completely rewrite.

With a content sigh, Youngjae set you down in a rickety chair in the main living space, the moist smell of mildew greeting you as you sunk into the chair. Jinyoung dragged over a table with a painful SCREECH and gently guided your legs up to rest on the table.

“Does it hurt to put pressure on your foot?” He asked, his hands gently holding and checking your ankle. His touch felt scalding on your skin and in any other situation, you would have quickly yanked your foot away from him. Tonight though, you found your energy waning.

You nodded, when he looked up at you, refusing to speak. Given, you didn’t have energy or strength to talk to him right now. The guilt over Jackson and Bambam was starting to choke you and you had no idea if you could control what you said to Jinyoung if you spoke.

“It is starting to swell as well,” He got up and got closer to you, he reached out before stopping, “Does your head hurt?”

Did it?

You didn’t have a headache. Slowly, you reached up and started to feel around your head, fear of blood or a tender spot rising in your throat.

With great relief, you felt no pain and shook your head.

“That’s good. You may still want to get checked out but unless there is another spot you’re feeling a lot of pain, it may just be a badly sprained ankle.”

“I am glad. With how fast you fell down those stairs, I was worried, noona.” Bambam said, coming closer and eyeing your ankle.

You avoided Youngjae’s eyes as you nodded, “I… I don’t remember even hitting my ankle on anything. I don’t know how it got sprained… but it did feel like someone grabbed my ankle.”

“Bambam-ah, did you see anyone else in the basement?” Jackson asked, as Mark walked towards the basement door and looked down the stairs. If he saw more than the swirling darkness that bathed the basement, he didn’t react.“No… Not a person… I um… I did see some shadows move though… but I didn’t see a person.”

Youngjae scoffed, “It was a small basement, you probably saw part of your shadow on another wall. Did you see a shadow, Y/n-ah?”

All eyes were on you then and it felt like they were short circuiting your mind as you tried to think of what happened back in the basement. You saw a shadow… right? Was it just your mind? Or one of your own shadows?

Did you even see one?

Your brain was getting fuzzy as you tried to think back to the basement. You were pulled down, Bambam came, the two of you walked around, you saw a little car toy… Was there a shadow?

“I-I don’t know.” You said slowly, looking at everyone.

Bambam was looking at you with hurt etched into his face as Youngjae laughed humorlessly, “I think you were seeing stuff then, Bambam-ah.”

Youngjae’s laugh cut through you, hurting you more than your ankle was. You couldn’t handle it and you couldn’t forget how rude Youngjae was being. This wasn’t like him… even if he was a little snarky sometimes.

“I d-don’t think he was seeing st-stuff.”

“You said yourself that you didn’t see anyone though!” Youngjae said exasperatedly, throwing his hands up as he spoke loudly.

“And I believe Bambam-ah.”

Yugyeom coughed, “Shadows or not, Y/n might need medical attention. We should leave.”

Jaeboem nodded.

“Wait! If it is just a sprained ankle, can we have her rest for a little while longer? I would love to explore a little more. Just fifteen or so minutes. Nothing too long.” Bambam asked, his eyes wide and lips in a big pout as he looked around at everyone and pleaded.

“No. Y/n needs to leave.” Youngjae said, moving towards you to lift you up.

Bambam looked over at you with his puppy dog eyes as he clasped his hands together in a plea to stay just a little longer.

You sighed and shook your head, “I’ll be fine with another fifteen minutes here. Don’t worry about me. If my ankle gets worse or I feel more pain elsewhere, I’ll say and we can leave.”

Jackson looked like he was about to protest but before he could, Jinyoung stood up, patting you on the shoulder, “Listen, I’m the only one certified in first aid. Y/n-ah will be fine. Let’s keep exploring. I know I have another place I want to explore myself. Bambam-ah, how about you join me?”

Bambam nodded excitedly as a smile spread on his face. Jinyoung and Bambam started to walk deeper into the house, Mark quickly jogging to catch up to them. The tension that filled the room was palpable as you and Youngjae looked at each other with questioning gazes, neither wanting to back down.

“Yugyeom-ah, Jackson-ah, want to see a giant study Youngjae and I found? It is super cool! With tons of books.” Jaeboem said, seperating from Youngjae to get closer to the other guys still in the room, an awkward smile that didn’t meet his eyes plastered on his face.

“Sure. Plus, I think that Youngjae and Y/n will want some alone time to talk.” Yugyeom said as he shot you two an annoyed glance, his words finally making you look away in shame.

Tonight has been borderline traumatic and knowing that you’re getting on everyone’s nerves is making it one hundred times worse. You’d wanted to make friends… not make your best friend’s friend group hate you.

When Jackson, Yugyeom, and Jaeboem finally left, you sighed deeply and shook your head. You were tired and even though you were fine with being here for another fifteen minutes, you wanted to go home. The soft blankets and fluffy pillows on your bed were calling to you… so was the start of a new day. Maybe you’d wake up and find out that you had gotten blackout drunk and this was all a stupid ass dream.

“Are you and Bambam friends now?” Youngjae asked, his voice small as he looked at you. He looked nervous and small now, which was much different from his borderline angry expression earlier.

“He seems like a cool person.” You shrugged, refusing to look at Youngjae. This was a new side of him and with all the guilt today, you didn’t know if you could handle this side.

On any other day, you might’ve gotten so excited. Youngjae didn’t open up to you tons and while there was some reason he was so closed off, it hurt that he was so closed off. Especially because he was the only person you told some stuff to. He knew you had a tense relationship with your family, that you dropped out of college, that you worked at a bar, and that you recently realized you were aroace. He knew all that and more. He knew every vulnerable thing about you, yet he was only ever vulnerable to you once: When he told you that he had a crush on Jaeboem.

“Yeah. He does seem cool… but I am cooler right?” His voice sounded hopeful as he asked and it made you feel sick.

“That’s what you’re worried about? If you’re cooler to me than some dude I met today? One, you’re my best friend, of fucking course you’re cooler in my eyes. Two, him being cool doesn’t excuse how rude you’ve been to Bambam since we’ve exited the basement. He’s been nothing but kind and caring to me. I get you find him annoying but-”

“I don’t find him annoying.” Youngjae sighed, “He’s cool. I know he is… I just… I am close to Jaeboem hyung and Mark hyung but I am not that close to others in the group. Bambam gets along with everyone… sure sometimes it felt more forced to me but I guess it didn’t to others? Jinyoung is a bit of a tsundere if you’ve noticed and yet he warmed right up to Bambam! I’ve been trying to get close to Jinyoung forever and yet I just can’t seem to.”

His words shocked you. They hung in the air and clung to you with desperation as you processed everything he was saying. Insecure in his place in the group? Worried about someone replacing him?

Youngjae hesitated before moving closer and resting his hand on your knee, “I don’t know why but with most people, it feels like there’s a wall up between me and them. If it weren’t for you and Jaebeom and Mark making the first steps for stuff, I probably wouldn’t have gotten so close to you all.”

“I am sure that isn’t true at all, Oppa. You managed to ask Jaeboem out, right? I thought I heard that from the basement.” You said, pulling him onto your lap as the chair groaned in protest.

Your ankle was already sprained. The chair breaking on you wouldn’t be the end of the world, especially when Youngjae was being this vulnerable. You hugged him tightly, trying to give all your love and admiration to him through it.

“He asked me out. I didn’t.”

“Ok? And? You two are going on a date later, right?”

He nodded.

“So you’re crossing that barrier. Who invited you here?”

“Jackson hyung.”

“So he wanted you to come and you took the step to get closer. That’s saying something, Oppa.”

“He invited Bambam too… I found out earlier tonight. I just assumed Bambam came as a plus one… God. I’ve been such an asshole to Bambam.”

You laughed at that and pinched Youngjae’s arm, “You have been a bit of one tonight. I can’t comment on anything before tonight, but maybe you can reflect on your interactions and apologize to him?”

“Y/n-ahhhhh, why would you say that word to meeee.” Youngjae whined with a light giggle, “You know me and apologize don’t go well together.”

“Well, I think it needs to. Bambam is part of your friend group afterall. Plus, I think you two would get along if you got out of your head and gave him a chance.”

Youngjae sighed deeply, “You’re right. I will. Thank you for listening.”

“Of course I’m right,” You laughed and hugged Youngjae tighter, “And I am here for you. Always.”

“I am glad. Now… do you want to hear about how Jaeboem hyung asked me out?” He giggled excitedly as he asked, the chair squeaking loudly against the floor as he adjusted in your lap, launching into his small speel about it.

You were excited, genuinely, as he spoke about Jaeboem and him slowly walking into study of the place. They'd lightly talked about their life before Jaeboem suddenly shifted the conversation to dates. Jaeboem was the one who eventually asked Youngjae out. It was fun to watch as Youngjae’s eyes lit up in excitement. Somehow, the conversation evolved into him rambling about future dates he might plan.

A particularly strong stab of pain in your ankle tore you from your excitement. You were hurt and tired… and not once has Youngjae asked. Sure, he helped you up and you professed to the group that you were ok but… he was your best friend and not once when alone did he ask.

But he’d been dealing with a lot too! The conversation on his mind was a natural reason for him to blank on checking in again on you after you so explicitly stated that you were ok. It was understandable that something like you acting more ok than you were would slip his mind, he opened up some about not being ok.

Were you being selfish? Had you overreacted? Was he not thinking past himself? All could be true… but that didn’t stop the guild that once again started to brew turbulently in your stomach. Tonight was such a mixed bag and you just wanted to leave before much else happened.

Holding back a sigh, you nodded absentmindedly to what Youngjae was saying as you started to look around the main space. The living space was less dusty than the basement but there was still tons of dust in their air. You could see that in the thin slivers of moonlight that shone through the house. Maybe it had been as dusty as the basement but because of all the movement, the dust has been moved around… and you hadn’t noticed when you entered the house originally. You slowly traced up the stairs, past the few broken steps and up to the second floor, trying to see if there was more dust on the second floor.

You couldn’t tell though, the space too dark.

Wait--

Was that a light?

Squinting to see better, you noticed a small light flash from the balcony on the second floor. It flickered in and out, a few other small specks of light joining it. If it wasn’t for how cold of a tone the light was, you might’ve guessed that it was fireflies taking advantage of the abandoned house for safe shelter. Plus, the lights seemed to be present for much longer than fireflies are and moved around too much.

You watched carefully, the rest of the world melting away as the lights slowly became much more present.

Jaeboem moved in front of where the small lights were, asking something of Youngjae that you completely missed as you slowly refocused on the world around you.

“Y/n-ah, Jaeboem and I are going to look through the kitchen cabinets. Do you want to stay here or join?” He asked, a large smile on his face as he got up to hold Jaeboem’s hand.

“I’ll stay here. You two have fun.” You said, trying to muster up all your energy to sound excited… though you didn’t know if you did.

That being said, it must’ve convinced Jaeboem and Youngjae because they nodded and walked away, leaving you in the fragile quiet of the main space. You took a deep breath when he left, almost happy that he’d left you alone. His excitement was wonderful normally but tonight, for some reason, it was draining you.

Rolling your shoulders, you adjusted in the seat which was growing more and more uncomfortable the longer you were sitting on it. It was a very old seat and as you shifted around, you started to feel the groove of wear from someone who probably sat in it for too long all the time. You sighed and closed your eyes, enjoying the reprieve from people.

“Ya, dongsaeng… are you ok?” It was Jackson.

He’d quickly shuffled into the room and sat down before you even realized. Worry was painted all over his face as he looked you over himself. “Not really but I will be fine. Plus, I wanted to Bambam to keep having fun. He was super spooked in the basement.”

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah. Why are you asking? You never seemed to care about me before.”

Jackson looks hurt, “I do care. You’re my sister. I love you. I want the best for you.”

“You have a weird way of showing it. Always thought you were disappointed in me.” You said with a scoff. Maybe Jackson did care right now and was hurt but that didn’t make up for all the years he ignored you or pressured you into stuff that you didn’t want to do. You had the right to be upset and wary of his sudden care.

Jackson looked like he wanted to say more, his chest filling with courage to say something. As you looked, anxiety pooling in your stomach, you prepared yourself for his hurtful words.

You couldn’t seem to avoid anything tonight… including Jackson’s harsh words. . He is about to say something when, BANG! Front door slams shut and won’t unlock.

BAM!

You flinched as Jackson jumped and screamed, his eyes wide and face flushing as he looked around for the sound, leaving you alone.

“The front door! It’s locked!” Jackson shouted out and soon after, everyone seemed to be running to the front door. You heard the jiggles of people trying and trying to open the door echo through the house and growing louder until it was all you could hear.

Fuck. Your head was aching.

Curling into yourself, you took deep breaths and tried to help ease some of the building pain behind your eyes. People were arguing now, their voices raising with frustration as they discussed something.

At some point, they were back in the same space as you, talking back and forth about what to try to do next. They seemed to be talking about you but you didn’t have the energy to try to listen. Their voices seemed to be floating around you just out of hearing range like a heat mirage on a hot summer. You didn’t care to listen either. They would figure it out and then you could leave this god forsaken house.

At some point, most of them had left the main space to explore, leaving you alone with Youngjae and Jaeboem once again. There was some mention of finding a key that you think they were searching for but you barely had the energy to keep up with what they said. You simply nodded along.

“How are you feeling, Y/n-ssi?” Jaeboem asked, looking at you worriedly when you finally stopped nodding your head.

“I am feeling… alright. Just tired.” You spoke slowly, part of your energy going into trying to focus on Jaeboem who was going in and out of focus.

Youngjae nodded, a crease in his brow forming as he watched you, “Must be tired from all that’s happened. Y/n-ah isn’t very social and adventurous generally. She’s been such a trooper for me tonight… and I got us into this mess.”

“Oh?” Jaeboem asked, his head swiveling between you and Youngjae.

Youngjae started explaining why you’d come to this party but you were struggling to focus once again on what he was saying. The lights upstairs started dancing once again. Despite how hard it was to focus on Jaeboem and Yugyeom, it was as if you could see the lights more clearly now.

Someone was playing upstairs. Fiddling with the sticks and leaves that had trecked there for a playdate. They were dancing around and jumping excitedly with the light leaves in tow. Distantly, you heard frustrated groans and a yell of frustration, people bustling around you.

Somewhere Mark said “Yugyeom-ah, let’s go to the kitchen to calm down. We will figure this out but first you need a break.”

“Listen, I understand that you want to protect this house but at this point, we need to get out fast and get Y/n-ssi medical attention.” Yugyeom as saying when you fully came back to the present moment.

Jackson was shaking his head tiredly as everyone else stood around them, a heavy sigh leaving him.

“We can’t break a window to get out. There has to be a way to get out that doesn’t damage the house!”

“Hyung! We’ve checked. I don’t get your instance of not breaking something. Surely the homeowners will understand.” Yugyeom said, waving around at others who nodded along.

“Yeah. I’ve talked to them before. They’re super understanding! I am sure they half expected something to happen at a house party too. They’ll understand.” Bambam said, smiling nervously as he watched Jackson become more and more agitated.

“Yeah! Why can’t you listen to me? They won’t be understanding because they don’t know! I’ll get fired and they’ll charge me with a fucking crime or something! I don’t know! But we got to keep this house intact!”

Silence filled the room at Jackson’s confession, your mind slowly catching up to what he just said… the homeowners didn’t know…

Slowly you spoke, trying hard to speak clearly, “What do you mean you didn’t get permission, opp-”

“Don’t tell appa!” Jackson quickly cut you off, fear in his face as he pleaded with you.

“A-Appa?” Jinyoung repeated, looking between Jackson and you suspiciously.

“No way! Are you two siblings?” Youngjae asked, his face twisted in betrayal as he looked over at you for answers. You looked away, disappointed in yourself.

“No need to look so upset about it, dongsaeng. We both know you hate me.” Jackson scoffed and you looked up alarmed.

You didn’t hate him. He’s the one who didn’t like you!

“Hoel… I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” Youngjae said, his voice quiet as he turned away from you and leaned in to Jaeboem, who was looking at you with many swirling emotions.

Everyone was.

You looked over at Bambam, hoping to see something akin to a look of understanding on his face… disappointment. Fuck. Why did you have to be such a damn screw up?

“Listen! I-I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him.” You sighed and curled in on yourself, ignoring the stabbing pain from your ankle as you did, “J-J-Just because he’s disappointed in me and hates my guts doesn’t mean you two can’t have a go-good relationship.” Your voice cracked as tears threatened to spill.

This wasn’t something you wanted to talk about ever. You weren’t prepared.

And their expressions didn’t help.

You’d disappointed everyone it seems. Mark… Yugyeom… Jaeboem… Bambam… Youngjae… Jackson… even fucking Jinyoung.

God. Tonight has been so much.

Sighing and shaking your head, you stood up, “I-I need space. I m sorry.”

Everyone stood still and watched silently as you hobbled upstairs, each step underlined by a sharp stabbing pain and a quiet wince. Their upset burned into you from behind.

Maybe it was the pain or your exhaustion but the higher you climbed, the fuzzier your vision became. Your ears were ringing and body tingly as if you’d pinched a nerve by the time you made it to the top of the stairs. Somehow despite your vision becoming fuzzy and your body seemingly disconnecting from your mind, you didn’t struggle to get up the stairs. You’d made it up all in one piece and even managed to rest on the wall nearby to catch your breath.

Those lights from earlier were even closer up here. The child in the lights danced excitedly to you, engulfing you in a hug and inviting you to play. Warmth washed over you as you played with her. Time and space fell to the wayside.

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cielpurrple · 1 year

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MAKE ME 20.2

Word count:12351 (I am so sorry. I should end this chapter here because it might reach 20k words ;;;)

Summary: Jimin has returned after a few years.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jaebum

Themes: Angst, fluff, Sin 18+ please, I suck at themes but some parts are not for minors.

You didn’t know exactly what happened. The next thing you knew, you were not embracing Jimin anymore and Jaebum’s attacking Jimin while he’s trying not to fight back. Quickly, you hugged Jaebum from behind just to stop him.

“Stop, Jaebum, please,” you said.

“Let go of me, Y/N” he replied, calmly but you’re sure he’s just controlling his temper.

“Please, let’s just go home, Jaebum!” he’s strong enough to remove your arms from him and successfully punch Jimin’s face, which falls into a somewhat sitting position on the bushes behind him.

“Jaebum, please, can you calm down?” You said this in a tone you use during difficult negotiations with difficult clients. You were about to approach him when you see several men in suits, followed by you, being taken by someone so swiftly away from the scene.

“Let the hyungs handle this,” Jungkook calmly replies.

“Put me down Kook,” you replied.

He did what you asked, but he placed an arm on your waist, and his grip was firm.

“I can’t let you go there, not yet.”

“It’s my fault Kookie, I’m so sorry” tears start to cloud your vision and he began rubbing circles on your shoulder and slowly, he hugged you.

You’re explaining to him what happened when your phone rang. You told him it was Jaebum and it was time for you to go.

He insisted on walking you back and you agreed because he promised he’ll keep a good distance.

When you saw Jaebum leaning on the hood of his car, you ignored him and went straight inside, he followed.

As he drives away, you looked out the window.

Silence fills the night as you pass the place where the commotion happened not even ten minutes ago.

You sighed. The stress, tension, and frustration mixed with your anger towards your boyfriend are now in a form of a migraine.

You closed your eyes for a minute and gently massaged the sides of your forehead.

“What’s wrong?” Jaebum broke the silence at last.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” You flatly replied, now looking at Jaebum.

He cleared his throat while you just stayed in your position, leaning towards the window.

“Can you explain to me what you just did there?”, you’re trying your best to keep your temper.

“I just had to do what I need to do” He replied, his tone cold.

“Do you really need to use violence, Jaebum?” you asked, again without looking at him.

“Based on what I saw, yes.” He replied flatly.

You closed your eyes. He’s starting to get on your nerves.

“I was just saying goodbye to a friend, Jae.” You explained.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he replied.

“What does it look like to you then?” you returned.

“I saw my girlfriend embracing another man. What do you want me to do, applaud?” He replied bitterly.

“And so? Is that how you are supposed to react? You told me you trust me but yet, this happened.”

“Yes, I do trust you, but not those friends around you!” His tone starts to rise.

“It’s because you don’t know them. Now, how can I introduce you to them?” You shook your head in disappointment.

Silence.

“Just so you know, before this happened, I was apologizing to him because of the way you acted at the bar prior to this encounter,” You confessed.

“I don’t understand why you’re acting this way. You’re not like this,” You whispered.

You heard him sigh. He stroked his hair to calm himself down.

“When I told you, I trust you, I have given you one hundred percent of it,” there’s no hint of anger in his words. It’s more of a serious one.

You just look at him, waiting for what’s next.

“But I don’t like what I have seen tonight,” he dismissed.

“Jaeb, he’s an old friend who just came back. What’s wrong with that?” You can’t believe the words that are coming out of you.

You must admit, some words you said sting.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do with that temper of yours.”

He did not respond to your last comment.

As soon as he stopped in front of your house, you get out of the car without even glancing at him and went inside. You didn’t bother fixing your shoes as you took them off and went straight to your room.

You took your jacket off. You removed the makeup off of your face and changed into fresh, and more comfortable clothes. You lay in bed, ready to end the day.

You waited for sleep to come to you but every time you close your eyes, it replays the events earlier. And the what-ifs that followed.

You sighed who knows how many times already. You sat down and decided to grab some warm milk with the agreement with yourself that you’ll sleep after.

The security arrived together with Namjoon. After all, he owns the establishment.

“Jaebum.” He called.

“We had an agreement, right?” he looked at the other with a poisoned gaze.

“Stay the fuck away from my woman.” He spat.

“She’s our friend, we can’t just do that,” Namjoon replied.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself, I dare ya?” Taehyung added.

Jaebum stood up and spat on the floor.

“I’m done with all of you for tonight,” he said while walking away.

The boys helped Jimin to stand up.

“Homeboy’s getting spicy,” Jungkook broke the silence, making the rest of them sigh.

Yoongi let a chuckle, agreeing with the previous statement.

“What has happened, really?” Jin looked at Jimin as he handed him a pack of frozen peas. They are now in LATE after the commotion happened, so they decided to just hang out at the café.

Jimin recalled the scenario before Jaebum appeared.

Taehyung and Jungkook worded an “oh” and then glanced at each other.

“So, lover boy’s jealous,” Namjoon commented, hiding a laugh.

“I can’t see why not,” Jin added.

“Y/N, has aged gracefully, and beautifully,” he continues as he attends to Jimin. He’s now placing some ointment on where the punch lands.

“Agree.” Taehyung said.

The others nodded.

“So, what are we going to do?” Jungkook changed the subject after agreeing about Jin’s comment.

“We watch, observe,” Namjoon responded.

“Can we protect Y/N by just watching?” Jungkook replied.

“At this point, given the situation, the safest thing that we could do is to observe.” Namjoon further explained, now sipping a cup of tea.

“It’s obvious that Y/N doesn’t know who Jaebum truly is, so I agree with what Namjoon here is saying,” Jin said, patting Jimin’s shoulder as he packed his first aid kit away, disappearing from the view.

“You okay?” Taehyung looked in Jimin’s direction, assessing the younger man’s reaction.

He let out that signature smirk whenever something reminds him of you.

“Never better,” as he leaned further on the chair.

His mind wanders at the thought of you.

The events of yesterday.

That embrace.

After a few pleas and unrealistic negotiations and promises between the five of them versus Jimin, they finally let him have your number.

When he hits the bed, that’s the time everything starts to engulf him all at once.

The tiring hours of traveling, meeting his least favorite people, but of course, there’s always the anticipation of seeing his grandmother and his favorite of all,

You.

He couldn’t help it, he wanted to sleep but knowing your number is saved on his phone makes everything difficult.

So, he just sent a few messages knowing that there’s a great chance that you might not even open the message. But at the same time, he finds himself hoping that you’d read it. Even just read it, it was enough for him.

When he had pressed that send button, that was the time he could finally relax, and at long last, sleep slowly crept into his senses.

You didn’t know which hurts the most: Your head due to lack of sleep, your body because of what happened last night, or your heart, because of what Jaebum did to Jimin or the fact that your mind wanders off to him as you try to calm your boyfriend’s unpredictable temper.

You slowly sit up, still processing what has happened, and how you’d react just in case you bump into anyone from your friends, especially Jimin.

You sighed, slowly shook your head, and slowly walked towards the bathroom to prepare for work.

As you stare at yourself, as much as you don’t want to do it, it seems like sighing is your new breathing. You tried concealing the effects of last night with minimal makeup.

When you’re done preparing, you checked your phone and quickly scanned the notifications.

There are a couple of texts from your friends, some photos, and emails from work. You noticed a couple of messages from an unregistered number, which you opened.

[From: 010xxxxxxxx

I got your number from Taehyung; I was just wondering if you got home safe?

Are you okay?

You don’t have to save my number or reply to me. I just hope you’re okay.

This is Jimin.]

You stared at the last message that was sent, you don’t know how many seconds you’d been doing so when a phone call made you jump, almost dropping your phone.

Your eyes widen as you sent a large heart emoji as a response to Jimin. You were about to delete it when another phone call prevents you from doing so.

It was from work so you have to take it. After a few minutes, you don’t know how you would respond when you saw the seen status of your emoji.

Shit.

Immediately, you contemplated deleting the emoji,

It’s too late, isn’t it?

Whatever, I’ll do it, I don’t want to imply anything.

You indeed deleted the emoji, and continued typing, explaining, then erasing.

This cycle continued a couple of times until you finally sent a response.

[To 010xxxxxxxx

-sorry for the emoji, I almost dropped my phone

-I am okay, thanks.]

There’s a sudden urge for you to ask him if he’s okay. But it was suddenly forgotten when you saw your boyfriend’s name on the caller ID.

You just hit the answer button.

“Hello?”

[Baby? Open up, I’m outside.]

You just went to the door, opened it and Jaebum is standing outside your gate, with a bouquet, and some paper bags.

You stared at him by the door.

“What are those for?” you respond, still through the call.

He looked flustered. A little frown can be seen on his forehead even though there’s some distance between the two of you.

“Babe, I just want to check if you’re okay,”

“I am fine. But I am still not okay with what happened yesterday,” You responded, your face still blank.

“I am sorry, could we please talk about it?” he sounds a little pleading.

You sigh.

“I am not in the mood to talk right now. I need to go to work,” you ended the call there and headed inside again to grab your bag.

He was still outside.

You tried walking past him, but of course, you were blocked.

“Let me just take you to work, please,” he said.

You checked your watch. You’ll be late if you would not accept his offer so you agreed.

This drive is the quietest one that you had with him. The faint hum of the engine and air conditioning was the only exception. You’re facing the window’s side, trying your best not to even glance in his direction.

As agreed, Jaebum dropped you off in front of the building entrance where your office is. Your brain seemed to be floating off of somewhere. You find yourself gazing away. You’re not daydreaming, it’s just that your mind’s in a haze.

You’re thankful that the project with the previous client has been launched prior to the incident that happened. If not, it would be a mess.

You half jumped when you felt your phone vibrate from your blazer’s pocket.

“Sir? Do you need anything?” You looked at his office when you found him standing by the door.

“I was supposed to ask you that, Y/N, you look pale, and you’re out of yourself since early this morning. Is there something going on?”

Hyungwon gestured for you to come to his office and you followed.

“I’m sorry, sir—”

“Tsk, Hyungwon,” he corrected you.

“Hyungwon, I’m sorry.” You said apologetically.

“I won’t press you for details but it looks really heavy, whatever’s bothering you.”

You looked down as quite embarrassed.

“What’s up?” he asked.

You just gave him an apologetic smile and shook your head.

“I see. It’s personal, I guess. That’s enough explanation. You should get some rest,” he gave a gentle and assuring smile.

“But,” he again interrupted you.

“No buts, or would you like an indefinite leave of absence?” he teased.

You sighed in defeat, giving him a quick smile.

“Thank you. I’d prefer to have a half day, sir,”

“Off you go. Take my car to drop you off straight home,” he ordered as he presses his speed dial for his driver’s number.

“There’s no need, I can hail a cab or get an Uber,” you argued.

He gestured a no, and you find yourself being escorted by your boss towards his car so you could get home safely.

When he returned to his office, he dialed another number.

[What?] greeted by the person he called on the other line.

“What did you do to my ever-bright secretary? She looks so glum, and a bit pale. Is she sick?” he probed.

[Where is she? I’ll pick her up.]

“It has been taken care of, Jaebum. And yeah, I’m saying this as a friend, I didn’t even know what happened, she didn’t even say a word when I asked but it’s obvious based on Y/N’s actions earlier.”

There’s a continuous silence from Jaebum’s line.

“Go easy on Y/N.”

With that, he ended the call.

You thanked Hyungwon’s driver upon arriving to your house. As you entered the house, you triple-checked the locks and went straight to your bed.

You let your body fall into the soft mattress. You’re not sleepy, you’re exhausted in all aspects.

Probably that indefinite leave of absence is the better choice.

You let a bitter smile as you fish out your phone from the pocket of your blazer, sending an update to your boss, thanking him and that you safely arrived home.

Next, were updating your friends, and apologizing for what happened last night.

They assured you that everything’s okay and it’s you they’re worried about.

It’s your turn to assure them that you’re fine. You’re in the middle of typing when a call interrupted it.

It’s your boyfriend.

To be honest, you felt drained seeing his name popping up on your phone. You just let it ring until it turns into a missed call notification.

You finished what you’re typing and hit the send button. You scrolled now checked the pictures they sent and you smiled a bit seeing them in various poses.

Then your eyes landed on Jimin, who was slightly smiling.

You didn’t know how long you’d been staring at it, then your phone notified you again that your boyfriend is calling.

This time, you answered.

Silence greeted him.

[What are you doing right now?]

“I was sent home early, my boss said we’re done for the day,” you replied.

[Okay, you get some rest, you might be exhausted from last night.]

“Okay, I will.”

[I’ll call you later]

“Okay,”

[I love you]

You let a low “ungh” as a response then you hang up.

This time, you didn’t have anything else to do, so you decided to take some rest and sleep.

If thinking about someone else’s girlfriend is a punishable crime, Jimin’s probably locked in jail somewhere right now. His thoughts went straight to you as soon as consciousness broke his sleep.

Then he remembered he texted you.

That’s a dream, isn’t it?

He stared at the ceiling for a solid minute and grabbed his phone.

He let a satisfied yet heavy sigh upon seeing the confirmation that sending you a text message wasn’t a dream.

He slowly ticked your name and to his surprise, you have read it.

A smile crept on his face.

Is it selfish if he’ll ask for a response? Last night, he was contented with you reading it. But now, he’s hoping for a response coming from you.

He stared at the status for a few seconds when he noticed three dots moving.

Fucking shit, this couldn’t be real, you’re actually typing.

He let out a chuckle as he saw the response.

Of all the responses he’s thinking of, he’s more than satisfied with what he received.

A large heart emoji isn’t so bad.

He didn’t know how long he was staring at that digital heart when it suddenly disappeared.

Then came your response in word form.

He preferred the first one though.

So, to tease you a bit, he sent the exact heart emoji and decided to start his day.

It has just been a few days since his return, he wasn’t that really present during several welcome parties that were arranged for him. Most specifically the ones that his girlfriend had organized. He doesn’t feel the sincerity of the people around there. It’s mostly for building connections or business-related. Sometimes, or rather most of the time, it’s like a meeting for your girlfriend to brag about what you have achieved, telling everybody how supportive of a girlfriend she is.

He decided to meet his grandmother during lunch. It was quiet, the relaxing type of quiet until she let cleared her throat.

He knows she wanted to ask him something.

And he believes it’s about you.

“So…” she said then sips a little bit of tea, a move that you have observed whenever she is composing a question that she’s been itching to ask without crossing any boundaries.

He raised his head, looking in the old lady’s direction.

“Hm?” He replied.

“How are you and your girlfriend?” she’s really careful with her words.

“Fine,” he responded, with a lack of a better term to describe his relationship.

“Hmm, that’s great. Have you attended any of her welcome parties?”

Jimin shook his head as if he wasn’t aware.

“Dear, she’s been bugging me since your return.” She said flatly.

He let out a sigh, he has to deal with her and her actions yet again at some point, and this is the “again” part.

“I’ll call her, sorry Gram,” he said.

The old lady just gave a nod. And they continued to finish their meal.

Jimin stayed for a few more hours when he received a message from Taehyung.

The sun was about to set when you woke up. You recalled the events this morning and tried processing them in your head. You grabbed your phone and checked for messages.

Well, you’re hoping for a message from a specific person.

You slowly scrolled on the notifications when your heart skipped a beat.

There it is.

You bite your lower lip, should you open it? Or shouldn’t?

Of course, your urge to open it wins.

Your eyebrows raised at the response.

It was the exact emoji you mistakenly sent.

Then a few flashbacks sent your head into memory lane.

You smiled bitterly when you remembered how Jimin annoys you with his remarks.

You sighed after, pressing the back button of your phone, exiting the conversation you had with him.

Again, the urge to ask him is bugging you.

Instead of asking him directly, you messaged the boys.

[To: Taehyung; Kookie

How’s Jimin?]

Your phone received quick replies as if they were expecting you’d do what you’d done.

[From: Kookie

He’s got some stitches]

[From: Taehyung

Got pretty beaten up]

Your breathing automatically stopped when you saw Taehyung’s message.

You’re still contemplating if you’re gonna reply with a text or a phone call. You chose the latter.

“How bad is it, Tae?”

[Uhm, he got bruised and he needs to be sewn,’] he really sounded serious.

“What? As far as I could remember, he can defend himself,” you replied, a tall wave of guilt engulfing you.

[Yeah, he can even fight back but he didn’t. He just took all of the blow. He doesn’t want to make the scene worse.]

You’re biting your lower lip as he spills the details. Your head is torn on whether you’ll call Jimin after this one or ask Taehyung to accompany you to meet him just to check if he’s really okay.

You sighed.

[Y/N? is there something wrong?]

“Well, no. I am fine. I’m just worried you know,” you replied, not knowing what to do.

“How many stitches and where?” you added.

You were not sure if you heard a slight chuckle or a cough on the other line.

[Oh, Y/N, if you’re that concerned about him, you can actually ask him, Like, directly.]

“Wha---” you heard the notification that someone joined your conversation and it’s now a conference.

You removed your phone from your ears and you frowned at an unregistered number that just made your call a conference. You pressed the loudspeaker and you almost jumped when you heard the voice coming from the unregistered number.

[What is this all about, Tae?]

It’s Jimin.

[Well, someone was asking about you so I invited you to join us.] Taehyung replied.

You can’t wait to see Taehyung; you’ll make sure to give him a beating.

“Ummm,” you started.

[Who—Y/N?] Jimin asked.

“Uh-yeah, hi.” You replied, almost face palming.

What the hell is wrong with you?

[You were asking something about me?]

“Umm, yeah, yeah, I was just asking if you’re okay. I am really, really sorry about what happened,” you tried to be as sincere as possible, hoping that he’ll feel it even through the phone.

[Well, got a few bruises here and there, got me some stitches too, but to answer your question, I am fine.]

You don’t know what’s going on with your heart, but your head is saying something to you. You felt so guilty.

“God, I am so sorry Jimin, um, you can send me the bill? I’ll pay.” You said in lack of any other appropriate response that your brain can process as of the moment.

You heard him chuckle, which for some reason made you feel things.

[Don’t worry about it, please. I got it covered. Thank you for asking, really. I appreciate it. I have to go now. I have something to do. Tae?]

[Yeah? Still here.]

[Gotta go. I’ll leave Y/N to you.]

You heard the notification of someone exiting the conference call. You stared at your phone’s screen once again.

[Y/N?]

“Tae?”

[No offense, you sound like a teenager talking for the first time to her crush earlier.] you heard him laugh after.

You buried your face in your hand as if someone was watching you all this time.

“I swear, I am going to beat you up when is see you!”

He kept on imitating you then when it died down, you said your goodbyes.

You noticed that Jimin sent another message.

[From: 0910xxxxxxx

-thanks for checking up on me, I appreciate it. I am fine.

-don’t worry too much. And I didn’t get any stitches. 😉 ]

You slightly smiled at his message and this time, you sent a smiling emoji.

You were watching TV when Sejeong returned. You greeted each other when she spoke.

By the way Y/N-nie, I just got a weird text message from the landlord. He’s thanking us for choosing this place to live in and that we don’t need to wire him payments anymore,” she announced.

Your head quickly looked in her direction and looked at your own phone. Indeed, there’s a message from your former landlord. You showed her the text and she nods, confirming the message.

“That’s weird, what does that mean?” You asked, still looking at the message.

“Should we call him?” Sejeong suggested.

“I think we should ask him for a meeting.” You replied.

Sejeong nodded and went to her room to get changed while you typed a response to the message from the landlord. He agreed to meet you tomorrow afternoon.

You bonded with Sejeong over a movie and when it ended, you called it a night. You reminded her about the meeting and she nods.

You were ready to go to work when you noticed Jaebum’s car again outside. You sighed, trying to compose yourself, promising also that you’ll be calm. You watch him get out of the car, now leaning on the passenger’s side while scrolling on his phone. You watched him a few seconds more and decided to step outside.

After you’ve secured the house, he approached you.

“Baby,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” you replied.

“Can I take you to breakfast and then to work, please?” His tone is soft.

You pouted, weighing what he said.

“All right, let’s go,” you replied with a little smile.

He sighed in relief. He looked happy.

As he started to drive, you now scroll on your phone, replying to some queries and e-mails.

He took you to your usual go-to place when you wanted to eat breakfast. He asked about your schedule that day and he mentioned his.

You told him what’s on your schedule except the meeting with the landlord.

“Can I pick you up after work? I have something important to tell you.” His tone is more of an order than a question, his expression is unreadable as he sips his coffee while looking at you.

You looked at him as you slowly placed your phone screen down. “Sure,” then you gave him a small smile.

After that breakfast, he dropped you at work, you just gave him a peck on the cheek and entered the building.

You studied the papers that were on your desk and segregated them into different piles. When you’re done, you announced your presence by knocking and when you heard Hyugwon’s acknowledgment, you entered.

“Good morning,” he smiled at you.

“Good morning, here are some proposals, these are some budget releases, and this is for the upcoming convention, they want us to send an RSVP if we’ll be attending.

“Hmm, thank you, thank you.” He reached for the clipboards and placed them on his side as he scans one of them. You were about to leave when he spoke.

“How are you feeling right now?”

You looked at him as if he was asking you a difficult question.

“I am fine, don’t worry.” You assured him.

“Okay, I’ll take your word for it,” he smiled.

You smiled back at him and went back to your desk. You did your tasks as usual and then asked permission to be out of the office for a personal errand.

You met Sejeong at the nearest bus station and went to meet the previous landlord.

As the landlord explained to you, he revealed that the house you’re living in right now was bought and the transfer of ownership is already in the works. It wasn’t a secret to you and Sejeong that the house was up for sale a few years back but the previous owner is very picky and had a fixed price before he let the property go. He was quite proud of his achievement, saying that he received more than enough to purchase his own retirement house outside the city, which was his plan for quite some time now.

He assured you that you won’t be kicked out by the new owner, and was kind enough to let you live there for free.

You kept on pressing for any information on the said buyer but the landlord is very good at diverting the question by opening different topics. You felt defeated and stopped prying anymore. He ended your meeting by thanking both you and Sejeong for staying that long in that old apartment. You thanked him as well for not raising the rent.

You and Sejeong parted ways to return to your own jobs when Hyungwon called you.

[Oh Y/N, I just got a call. Because you made a great impression with LA Motors]

“Yeah?”

[Be prepared. We are going to a meeting for a very big company, we just got an invite for a concept reveal for an ad campaign. Who knows, we might come up with a great story for the ad, right?]

“That’s great news! Which company is this?”

[Park Group.]

You suddenly stopped in your tracks.

Did you hear it correctly or your head is playing tricks on you?

[Y/N?]

“Yeah? Okay, right, Park Group. Got it.”

[We can do this!]

“Yeah! See you later.”

He ended the call there.

When you returned to the office, your head is somewhere else, and you just pretend to do small tasks. You don’t know what’s going on but of all the advertising companies out there, what kind of weird coincidence happened that a big group wanted you to do something for them?

It’s not just big, it’s Park Group.

Which is owned by Jimin’s family.

You were pulled back to reality by a snap of a finger.

“I should’ve placed you on indefinite leave,” Hyungwon commented as he loosened his necktie.

You gave him an apologetic smile.

“Get some rest, I know you’re still tired. It’s nearly the end of your shift anyways,” he continued.

“But—”

“Please, Y/N, do as you were told.” The concern is evident in his tone.

“Okay, I really appreciate this, Hyungwon.” You said as you place the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“Take care, I’ll contact you when needed,” he smiled.

Before you leave, you told Jaebum where you will be staying while you wait for him.

You decided to stroll at the mall. There’s a newly opened shop that sells different household items. As you enter the shop, several store clerks greeted you which you politely returned.

“Fancy seeing you here,” the familiar voice came behind you.

You quickly turned around, seeing Jimin.

“Ditto,” you replied for lack of a better response.

He let out a small smile, the bruise on his right lip is evident.

Your gaze was fixed on his bruise, fighting the urge to reach for his face. You were taken back to reality when he cleared his throat.

Your eyes now landed on his, it’s the same sparkling ones that you remember.

“It looks painful, I’m really, really sorry.” You blurted.

He placed his thumb on the bruise and smiled a little.

“Yeah, no. don’t worry about it,” he assured.

“Would you get some coffee?” he continued.

You were quite surprised when you heard his invitation. Your head is now having a battle with whether to take it or not due to recent events.

“Let’s consider it as compensation for what happened,” he said.

“Um, okay, I guess.” You just replied.

He showed you a sincere smile, a wide one this time.

You don’t know what’s going on with you but another wave of nostalgia hits you as you witnessed that smile of his.

He started walking towards the nearest café and you followed.

When you’re settled, he went to order.

“I ordered mocha for you, is that okay?” he said as he placed the tray on the table.

“Yes,” you replied with a little smile on your lips.

Silence now envelopes you as you began sipping the coffee.

Your mind wanders to other what-ifs.

What if you’re still together after all these years? Then you’re casually dating right now?

Your chest began to tighten as your head feed you with different scenarios.

Then your phone vibrated.

It’s your signal to leave.

“I have to go,” you told him.

“Oh, okay, sure. Should I walk you out?”

“Oh, no, it’s not necessary,” you replied fast, thinking about the possibilities that might occur.

“All right, see you around then,” he responded cooly.

Your attention changed when you heard some noise outside.

“Oops, time for me to leave,” he said but before he does, he moved closer to you, enough for your skin to feel his breath on your ear.

“You owe me one more coffee date, Y/N,” he said as he walked past you.

You stood there as if you became frozen by the warmth of his breath and his voice. You just move when you felt your phone vibrates again. You let a small crowd pass and went outside to meet your boyfriend.

Jaebum was driving when he received a phone call.

“What?” he replied while he turns.

[Check my message]

The call ended there.

He stopped for a bit and pressed the message.

A picture was attached to it and it revealed you, sitting with Jimin in the coffee shop.

A rush of blood came into Jaebum’s senses.

Then, another message appeared, coming from the caller.

[-don’t blame your girlfriend, they just bumped into each other.]

He sped up while pressing some buttons to call you, announcing his arrival.

[From: Taehyung

Accept my invitation. No questions.]

He frowned but still did what he was told.

He didn’t hear anything aside from a faint clacking of the keyboard so he spoke.

“What is this all about Tae?” He thought it was some kind of another trick they want to pull just to tease him.

[Well, someone was asking about you so I invited you to join us.] Taehyung said. Another faint clack of the keyboard fills the silence.

He looked at his screen and it shows the members of the conference.

His stared at your name.

And there it is, the voice that he was longing to hear for a very long time.

Upon hearing your voice, he closed his eyes, doing his best to control the bubbling excitement inside him.

He was more than happy when you asked how he’s been.

The bruise is totally worth it.

As much as he wants to talk to you, even for a little bit more, he couldn’t. A notification of an incoming call from his father has been showing on his screen.

He just sent a few messages for your assurance.

He left the conversation with the thoughts of you in his head.

You were patiently waiting when you saw Jaebum’s familiar car.

You walked close to it and entered swiftly.

You smiled a little at him when he cleared his throat.

“Had coffee before we met?” he started.

A shiver ran through your spine.

How did he know?

“Yeah, I bumped into a friend while I was looking at the newly opened shop,” you said casually.

“Hmm, and whose friend is this?”

You looked at him and sighed in response, then looked in the opposite direction.

Whether you answer or not, the outcome will be sour. The tension in the atmosphere is evident.

The car slowly halted. He pressed the hazard button.

“I asked a question,” his annoyance is evident.

Again, you let out a sigh.

He removed his phone from the holder and pressed a few buttons.

“Care to explain what this is? He said as he almost threw the phone in your direction which landed on your lap.

You turned the phone so the screen is facing you.

You became nervous as you saw a snapshot of you and Jimin in the coffee shop.

“A picture paints a thousand words, Y/N. What is this?” he now started to drive again.

“As I have said, I bumped into a friend,” you replied firmly.

There’s no need for you to lie. And there’s nothing to lie about anyway.

“Really? It doesn’t look like it!” snapped.

You jumped a bit and looked in his direction.

“What do you want me to say, a lie? That’s all there is to it. I will not repeat myself again,” you’re getting annoyed.

He sighed this time.

“Starting today, you’ll move in with me, in my house.” He announced.

You frowned at his last words and when he glanced at you, again, he cleared his throat to speak.

“It’s not the right time to joke Jaebum,” your patience is getting shorter.

“Do you think this is all a joke?” his tone laced with annoyance.

“What I mean is, you don’t have to worry about your best friend anymore, that house is mine now. She can live there without paying the rent as long as she wants,” he said as he drove.

You processed what he just said and when you think you fully understood what it is, you replied.

“What are you talking about?” you frowned, resting your gaze on him but all of his attention was on the road.

You let out a sigh.

He glanced at you, showing his disbelief.

Again, silence.

At this point, you don’t care which house he’d take you to. His or yours. You just want to end this day.

As your intuition’s correct, he chose to bring you to his.

You immediately texted Sejeong not to wait for you and where you’re heading at the moment.

When you finally reached his house and parked his car, you immediately got out of the house and went straight to the kitchen to grab some water.

You heard him enter the house and lock the door. You headed to the guest room where you usually sleep but Jaebum caught up with you quickly.

“We need to talk,” he said as he blocked the door towards your room.

“It seems like you’re not ready to talk about anything right now. Let’s talk when you’re ready,” you tried passing him so you can have better access to your room when he suddenly pinned you against the wall, and his lips started crushing into yours.

You tried pushing him but he even adjusted his body to cage you. You felt his tongue asking for access but you denied him, you tried pushing him gently but he insists. Instead, he pressed his body more to yours.

“Jaeb, please – “

He didn’t stop as he’s now kissing your neck.

“Jaebum, no—” you protested, but he suddenly scooped you and carried you away from your room.

He took you to his, slowly placing you in his bed, but aggressively climbed on top of you,

“Jaeb,” it let out as a whisper.

He kissed you again. This time, it’s the kind of kiss that you recognize – the slow, and gentle one that he always does.

You’re in no way in the mood to do any of this, especially with the way he behaved earlier. But he’s way stronger than you right now, despite your protests.

His lips parted from yours and started going down to your neck, then to the exposed parts of your chest.

“Jaebum” you tried pushing him away from you but instead, he tore your blouse, making the buttons pop out, exposing some more skin, and your bra.

He kissed you again.

This time, you responded to his advances, making him create sounds that you never heard before.

You feel his body become warmer too.

But while you kissed him, your mind wanders to a different person.

You tried gaining the upper hand by being on top of him, but he refused.

“Shit, baby,” he replied while panting, looking at your eyes, to your chest. His dark expression changed when he looked at you again.

You looked at him dead in the eyes.

“Is this what you want?” you asked while tears flow from your eyes.

“Y/N…” he was shocked as if he was a totally different person from before, and the Jaebum you knew came back.

You tried covering yourself with the rest of your clothes but still, you felt bare.

“I-I’m so sorry, I just—I’m so sorry,” he removed his shirt and put it on you, which you immediately wear, the warmth from the heated moment just a few seconds ago lingers on the soft fabric yet, you shivered.

“Baby,” he whispered.

You didn’t respond, but instead, you slowly curled into one side of the bed as you continued to cry. You heard him curse as he walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

It was already dark when you woke up, you fell asleep while you cried. You feel heavy and at the same time, nothing. As if some unknown force weighs your heart. You slowly crept towards the kitchen when you saw Jaebum coming from the living room.

“Babe,” he whispered, as he stopped in the middle of his tracks.

You just looked at him, not knowing what you’d say. You walked past him, reaching for the fridge’s door and grabbed a bottle of water.

“Baby please, let’s talk.” He said, his voice pleading.

You slowly gulped the remaining water and nod.

He guided you to the living room and let you sit on the plush couch, there was a noticeable distance between you.

“I’m waiting.”

“I mentioned that I’m gonna tell you something important, right?” he recalled.

You slowly nod.

“You told me that you’re worried if you move in with me, your best friend would have a hard time paying the rent so I took care of it,” he continued.

You frowned but leaned closer.

“Yeah, can you be more straight to the point?” you replied.

“I bought the apartment already so it’s mine now,” he revealed.

“It means it’s now up to me if I’ll ask for rent but, knowing it’s your best friend that lives there, she doesn’t need to.” He explained it so fast, you squint at his words.

“When and how did you get that property?”

“Yesterday before I pick you up. I bought it from the owner of course,” he replied with a proud tone.

You sighed.

“That’s not just some piece of cake. It’s a property, I don’t doubt you and your capabilities but where did you get the money from?” you sound concerned this time.

“I have some savings from my previous work and other jobs before, baby I don’t want to argue about this.”

“I don’t want to argue either. I’m just concerned that you might be putting yourself in some tight situation just because...” you stop before you drop the word.

“No, I am not, Y/N, trust me. Everything’s taken care of,” he said.

“Are you sure?” you searched for his eyes.

This time, he moved closer to reach your hands.

“Yes, baby, I am more than sure. Trust me on this?” he responded.

You sighed, but nods, giving him a small smile.

“About what happened earlier,” he continued as he now scooted closer to you, your knees touching his thigh.

“I am sorry, for what has happened Y/N, I really am.” He whispered.

There’s nothing but sincerity and regret on his words, knowing him for more than two years now, you’re still getting surprised as to what kind of a man he really is. From being quite possessive to being very jealous, his actions earlier it was all new. The Jaebum you knew is sweet, thoughtful, shy, and considerate.

“Can I hug you?”

You nodded.

He took your reaction as an affirmation, so he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin lightly resting on your shoulder. You welcomed his frame by opening your arms and placing them on his shoulders.

Then again, your head wanders off, a thought that might be very illegal.

Wouldn’t it be cute if Jimin would react like that?

You closed your eyes, shutting your thoughts.

“I just can’t contain what I feel for you, I know it’s wrong, baby, I should’ve asked for your consent, I feel disgusted, I am sorry.” You heard his voice crack.

You’re surprised, and a gush of warmth enveloped your emotions.

You caressed his cheek, just in time to catch a couple of tears.

“It’s okay,” were the only words you can respond to what he said. You wrapped your arms at the back of his neck, giving him a hug.

“I’m really sorry, please forgive me,”

“Apology accepted,” you replied.

“I love you, Y/N,”

Your heart ached and stopped at the same time upon hearing his confession, you gasped for air.

You’re trying to respond, but your head is screaming, but still, you responded.

“I love you too,” you muttered.

He slowly pulled away, searching for your eyes. When your gaze finally met, you knew, he was asking for permission.

You nod.

With that, he slowly kissed you, the type of kiss that wants to apologize, to make up for mistakes that have ever been made to you.

You give in, you give into the warmth he’s giving you.

You slowly kissed him back, and as you respond, he begins to let out some sounds again, you can feel his body getting warmer.

The gentle kiss is now getting messy, as his tongue asks for entrance to yours, and you let him.

He now adjusted his position by letting you sit on his lap.

It’s your turn to let out a faint moan, his taste is a mixture of mint and strawberry, probably he used one of your ChapSticks.

He slowly pulled away, both of you are panting, he looked at you, and you gave him a faint smile. He wiped your face and kissed your forehead.

“Sleep with me?” he said between pants.

“Okay,” you replied.

He didn’t let go of you but instead, he carried you toward his room.

He slowly put you on top of his bed and hovers over you.

His eyes didn’t leave yours until your lips were just a breath away. With one glance at your eyes once again, he kissed you.

The kiss was slow as if it was asking for assurance. You responded eventually. He quickens the pace, making him utter a moan.

He was panting when he pulled away, his gaze became dark.

You don’t know why panic starts to rise in your senses.

He leaned closer once again and kissed your forehead.

“Now can you move in with me? No more rent to think about for your best friend, baby.” He’s almost pleading.

“I’ll think about it, okay?” you whispered.

“All right.” He said and moved to the side so you can lie down properly.

You hummed in response and dozed off.

You felt a limb on your waist. Slowly, you removed Jaebum’s arm that wrapped around you and stared at him for a little bit.

It’s still a big question as to how did he manage to have a lot of money.

you get out of bed, made yourself presentable, and made breakfast for him. You left a note for him saying you went home already.

When you came home, Sejeong just got up, still with messy hair and closed eyes.

When she looked at you, her eyes became wide.

“Are you wearing Jaebum’s shirt? Don’t tell me...”

You rolled your eyes at her.

“You just woke up and you already have dirty thoughts in your head? Stop reading too many steamy novels on the internet,” you replied.

“But you’re wearing your boyfriend’s shirt!” she teased.

You told her what happened last night and what led to you, wearing your boyfriend’s shirt. She bit her lip. And apologized. You accepted it right away.

You don’t feel like cooking right now so you prepared some cereals as your breakfast.

You’re in a daze as you recall the very first time you and Jaebum met.

It was one of the fancy masquerade balls that different companies agreed to be a part of. You were still under Namjoon’s company at that time.

You found each other “hiding” from the festivities and socialization and started talking with one another. According to him, he was a junior manager for HR in a hotel that’s under one of the major companies that were invited that night. You found each other has some things in common. That meeting ended with the two of you exchanging numbers. From there, he invites you for coffee, some visits to different museums, and finally asks permission to court you. This lasted for more than a year until you told your friends that you now have someone special after these years. They were more than happy with your announcement and they were willing to meet him and get to know him. But every time you try to invite Jaebum to go with your friends, he will always be in the middle of something very important or he is just busy.

After a lot of tries, you let go of the thought of seeing your dearest friends together with your boyfriend enjoying the company of each other on a Friday night.

He’s sweet, thoughtful, and caring. Usually, he’s quiet when he’s with you, most of the time, he’s reading a book or you’re enjoying movies in comfortable silence. He surprises you in a cute way and takes you to different places. He would ask for some kisses that turn into make-outs. Nothing beyond that.

That’s how you lasted until now.

Not until these recent events occur.

It’s really evident that he became possessive recently.

Does it have something to do with Jimin’s return?

But you didn’t mention anything about Jimin being your ex.

You dismissed the thought as it made you recall the events of last night.

Jaebum’s mind was a mess as well.

What was he thinking?

His calm and collected manner around you crumbled at the sight of seeing you, hugging someone else.

But it wasn’t just a “someone”, it was actually the man he hated the most.

A realization struck him,

is he jealous?

Is he actually, really, jealous? He contemplated the thought. He kept on denying that he is.

If he’s not jealous, why did he punch Jimin?

He let a sigh, recalling the events of the previous night some more.

When he asked for your permission if he could embrace you. He was surprised when you let him.

Again, this is the first time he felt something different. Something light, he felt that he needed to apologize for what happened and explain himself.

Even he was surprised at the words that came from his mouth.

And fuck? He even cried.

When you whispered that “I love you too” to him, that’s when he lost it, the battle between distancing himself versus touching you more has made him lose control.

What the actual fuck is going on with him?

When you accepted his kisses, both the gentle and the passionate ones, it made his system crazy, good thing, he still has this sense of self-control.

Then, he recalled what he regretted the most.

How he tries to push himself on you.

Of all the experiences that he had with women, it’s not the first time he had done it, but the responses that he got from those women were different from yours.

Wait, he actually wanted to take it further? With you?

That was the first time, and it made him regret it.

Seeing you cry was the worst.

He wanted to punch himself.

He was actually expecting you’d be gone before he woke up and indeed, you were.

He got ready and all, and a small smile was formed upon seeing the breakfast you prepared for him.

He stayed in his office basement checking some emails on his computer and he frowned as he read one of the recent ones.

He immediately dialed Hyungwon’s number

“What the actual fuck am I seeing on my email?” His annoyance evident to whoever’s on the other line.

[Which one? Ah, so you’ve read it then] Hyungwon’s voice reverberated through the speaker of his phone.

“What are you trying to accomplish here, Hyungwon?” Jaebum replied.

[What else? Money. I am doing business here.] He replied nonchalantly.

“I am gonna keep a closer eye on what’s going on.” His tone is firm.

[Suit yourself] the call ended there.

“Ah, shit,” he kicked the desk near him, making some papers fall.

He couldn’t explain what was going on with him. He tried to get his mind off of you by burying himself in work and checking other papers he might oversee. He noticed that the sun has almost set.

He stared at the email again he received that was forwarded by Hyungwon related to Park Group. He picked up his blazer and exited his office.

Jimin sighed after he had a talk with his father. He got an earful about how he hasn’t met his girlfriend since his return.

He explained that he has deadlines to meet and he prioritizes his work before anything else.

His father is not buying his excuses that’s why he ordered him to take his girlfriend out.

His head wanders to you.

This wouldn’t feel like a chore if it is you.

If you’re still his girlfriend.

He paced back and forth for quite some time. Not long after that, he bid his goodbye with his grandmother.

His day was so productive just because he heard your voice. Taehyung couldn’t stop teasing you whenever he could. Then when the news reached others, they always add something just to tease you even more.

He was about to meet his girlfriend when he entered a newly opened shop. He planned on picking up anything with glitter to give to his girlfriend when he noticed a familiar frame.

That frame never left his mind even for once.

Indeed, it was you. He was grinning but composed himself as he approached you.

He was more than glad when you agreed to have coffee with him. And a sense of nostalgia hit him.

You still like mocha.

What if you were still together? And this is one of the dates that you’re having just to make it up with each other after all those years of being apart from one another?

He didn’t know how he managed to swallow the hot liquid from his cup that quick.

Reality hits when you announced it is time for you to go.

Upon hearing the commotion outside, he knows it’s his cue for him to leave as well but he couldn’t resist the temptation of being close to you again.

So, he whispered whatever to your ear and left.

You’re in the middle of watching a random movie when your phone notified you of a call.

[Baby? I am outside]

“Hmm?” you answered as you peeked through the curtains and true enough, he was there.

You opened the door and let him in, guiding him toward the living room.

When took off his coat, and made himself comfortable. He plopped the spot beside him as he looks at you and you did.

He enveloped his arm around you so you can be closer.

You leaned on his chest, his chin now resting on your head a little.

“How’s your work?” you asked.

“As usual, boring.” He replied.

He shared a few things and you listen attentively.

He invited you to go out for dinner and agreed.

He brought you to one of your favorite restaurants. He was very sweet and made sure he took care of you.

You strolled after some time when he held your hand.

“Y/N, let’s get you home,” he announced, matching your pace.

“Okay,” you replied. And the two of you walked towards his car.

The drive was very nice, he just held your hands until you reached the apartment.

You grabbed your keys and opened the door while he followed suit.

You pushed the door further to welcome him and faced him.

“Well, welcome, you can check out the house if you like.” You invited him.

He let a nod and welcomed himself in.

He looked around, and asked for permission to peek at the closed doors.

Instead, you pointed him what’s what but you let the bathroom and Sejeong’s room untouched.

“Can I see your room?” he stated.

“Hmm… okay. It’s nothing much, really,” you said as if it was a warning.

You guided him to the furthest door to the right side of the house and opened the lights.

“Here it is,” you let him peek.

He nods and moved back so you could close the door again.

You offered him something to drink but he declined since it was getting late.

You bid him goodbye while you freshen up yourself so you could check what’s on the TV at this hour.

You were mindlessly channel surfing when you landed on a movie that was familiar to you. You made it as white noise when you open your phone to check for notifications.

[From: Taehyung

Y/Nieeee!!!!!]

[From Jungkook:

Are you hiding something from us? :P]

You frowned upon seeing these messages and you replied with a question mark. The response was an invitation from Taehyung to video chat.

“Hi, what are you talking about?”

[Hang on, let’s invite Kook] he seems to press several buttons and after a few seconds, Jungkook appeared.

[I’m overseas, business.] he announced as he showed you the city lights from his hotel window.

“Nice view,” you commented.

[Y/N!]

“Yes, Tae?” you looked at your lens.

[I want to sulk you’re not telling us something] he pouted.

You frowned.

[You had coffee with Jimin hyung didn’t you?] He replied

You almost laughed when you saw Jungkook turned his camera from the view towards his face.

[It might be a date?] Jungkook added.

“Guys, relax,” you recalled what happened and when you’re done explaining, you felt a little tug in your chest as you witness their disappointed faces.

[Well, okay, it’s still good to have a chat with you. See you next weekend!] Taehyung smiled.

“Yeah, you owe something,” you smiled.

[I’ll be present, don’t worry!] Jungkook replied.

You three bid your goodbyes when Taehyung followed up a message.

[From: Taehyung

Just in case you’re wondering how I know about it :D

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-do not disclose to Jimin hyung, or to anyone. He just shared it with us boys]

As the picture loaded, it made you feel something.

It was a picture of your hands, holding the cup of coffee.

You let out a heavy sigh and turned off the TV.

You were all over the place, from different department head meetings to team engagements, and other business–related things,

it has been almost a month since Hyungwon told you about the possible project with Park Group and you almost forgot about it. You don’t know why are you feeling so damn fidgety when you’re not the one who would be presenting, and the possibility of seeing Jimin is minimal since this is with the Marketing Department.

You were busy replying to Sejeong when Hyungwon called your attention.

“We are here to support our Marketing Team, you ready?” he asked with a smile and you nod in response.

You are welcomed by several members of the Marketing Team of Park Group. This is the first time you’d be stepping into Jimin’s company and you felt shivers down your spine.

Your eyes scanned every corner that they can reach while you are listening to the ones that’s showing you the places you’re passing.

When you arrived on the designated floor, you calmed yourself.

You sat beside the designated seat for Hyungwon as you prepare your laptop. Your company’s representative greeted you and you gave them some pep talk.

Other advertising companies came after yours and when it was about time for the discussion, you started focusing.

After a couple of hours, the presentations of each companies concluded. It’s time for you to leave.

As you were nearing the entrance, a few suited men were walking in between someone and it caught your attention since the people from the information were standing to greet whoever it is.

You lightly gasped as you spotted who it is.

Jimin.

He gave this leaderlike aura and nodded at his employees. He was walking straight towards the elevators and you realized that he was not alone.

Behind him is a woman whose long, light-colored hair was styled with curls in the middle up to the ends.

You saw her profile and you could not be mistaken.

It’s Sana.

You don’t know what’s going on with you, as if the air was cut off by something, and your eyes burned, you almost instantly looked away and walked faster than before.

You wanted to dash towards the car.

You let a sigh of relief when you finally entered the car.

“Based from the feedback we had earlier, I believe we have a good chance in securing this—Are you okay, Y/N? You look like a ghost,” Hyungwon commented.

“Yeah, yeah I am fine don’t worry,” you smiled.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you assured him.

“Rest. We have a lot of things to do starting today,” He nods at the driver and decided to drop you home first.

You find yourself standing in front of your gate.

You recalled what did you just see.

“It’s so hot, why are you standing there?!” Sejeong broke your wandering thoughts.

It was one of the rarest days when you find her home on a weekday. She’s on the night shift. She guided you inside, let you sit down. She disappeared to the kitchen.

“Lemme guess..” she said as she placed food on the center table.

“It’s either your past or your present.” She continued.

“Past,” you replied.

She let out a small sigh.

You told her what you saw. She was quiet.

“What if it was for business? Don’t think about it too much, Y/N,” she tries to make you feel better as she pushed a slice of kimbap on you and you accepted it.

“Stop.thinking.” she ordered.

“You know what? Rest. Or maybe take a nap or watch whatever. Don’t dwell on those what-ifs in your head,” she pulled you slightly and guided you to your room.

You just followed what your best friend had told you. You changed into comfier clothes but you find yourself writing a letter once again.

As you sealed it, you pulled the bottom-most drawer and placed it on the box and locked it.

You just let the day pass and just like the usual weekends, A call from Taehyung inviting you to eat out was gladly accepted.

You were surprised when Jungkook was the one who’s waiting for you at the bus stop.

“Welcome back, Kookie!” you greeted as you hugged him.

“Thank you, just landed a few hours ago,” he shared.

The two of you shared some stories about work and him, a little bit of his trip overseas. You were welcomed by the rest of the boys and started to catch up with the others.

You notified Jaebum just for him to be reminded that you have a weekly dinner out.

When it was time for you to change the venue to relax, Namjoon decided to sit beside you.

“I heard from my team that you were in Park Group earlier, Y/N.” Namjoon said

You nod at him, explaining why.

Then your thoughts were pulled back from what you just saw earlier, but you didn’t dare ask about it.

Namjoon patted your shoulder, wishing your company the best of luck.

You decided to join Jungkook in a song and the boys cheered. It was one of the rarest things you do. This is to distract you from something.

Or for more accuracy, someone.

You were bowing as they clapped when someone entered your room.

“What did I miss?”

“A special performance from Y/N!” Jin said, with a big smile.

The others praised you and told them they were very honored to hear your voice which blends well with Jungkook.

You returned to your seat, and fished your phone.

Several missed calls and messages.

You sighed.

You excused yourself so you can call Jaebum back.

You told him that you’re going home after a few minutes and he announced that he’s around the area.

You told him which specific bar you are and you agreed to meet him in the entrance.

“Guys, I gotta go,”

The boys looked at your direction, as if they wanted to ask you to stay but of course, they couldn’t.

“Sure, take care,” Namjoon said as he raised his glass to you.

“I’ll walk you out,” Taehyung said and you agreed.

You were linking arms, his on your shoulders and yours is on his waist as you walk down from the VIP rooms.

You parted when you were approaching the door. You bid him goodbye and exited the establishment.

You were quietly waiting when you heard several female voices.

“I am sure he is here!”

“Let’s just have a girl’s night out, just the usual.” Another one said.

“Yeah, let’s just enjoy ourselves just like what he’s doing, Sana!” You suddenly froze as you heard the name.

You stepped back, until you reached what you think is a safe distance and you watched where you think the voices came from.

And there it bore Sana, and based from your memory were Dahyun and Nayeon. They entered the establishment that you just exited.

Great timing, you just saw Jaebum’s car approaching.

You welcomed him with a smile and when you entered the car, he was also smiling back at you.

He looked for your hand and kissed it and he drove away.

“Babe,” he said as you were approaching the intersection that either will take you to the apartment or to his house.

“Which house should I take you?” he inquired, as he slowed down.

“Could you take me home? I’ll just grab some things” you replied.

“You mean?”

You nodded at him.

You have been thinking about it for quite some time now. You and Sejeong had more than a couple of talks about this too and she’s more than supportive of you. She also said this might be the answer to lessen or to make the petty fights disappear. So you decided that today’s the day that you’ll be moving in with him.

You reached the apartment in no time. And you let the gates and the door open for Jaebum. He followed you until the living area. When you returned with a travelling bag, he got it from you as you make sure everything’s secured.

“Shall we go home, babe?” he smiled at you as you get yourself comfortable on the seat beside him.

You nod and a sense of déjà vu hits you.

This scenario happened before.

When you moved in with Jimin.

You brushed the memory as you felt Jaebum’s hand on yours.

The drive to your new home is peaceful.

You got out of the car first and pressed the security code. You felt Jaebum behind you.

You have been in and out of this house numerous times now but this is the first time you’re taking your time observing it.

Lots of whites and grays, even the throw pillows are in those shades.

As usual, you went to the guest room and changed into comfier clothes, them being Jaebum’s shirt and your shorts.

After some time, you heard a soft knock and he invited you out for a drink.

You find him smiling as you approach him, handing you a cup of hot cocoa. He now changed his usual work clothes in a comfier one, which is almost identical as yours, it’s just he’s wearing pajama pants.

You couldn’t help but smile back. You find his smile, this specific smile adorable.

“You look happy,” you commented.

“Because you’re here,” he replied.

“Hmm? It’s not my first time coming here though,” you replied.

“Yeah, I know. But there’s something different,” he replied.

You just gave him a nod and you sat beside him.

“Yeah? What’s different?” you tried asking him for more answers.

“You know, you’re here, and you’re not gonna be in a rush to leave..” He said as he plopped the space he wants you to sit.

You just giggled at his answer.

He let you choose the movie that interests you. You both agreed to watch a superhero one.

You’re in the middle of the movie when you feel him move closer.

You let him close the distance by scooting towards him.

“Baby…” he whispered.

You don’t know what’s with the voice he let out, but it made you feel something.

“Hmm?” you replied as you face him. You just realized how close his face is to yours.

“Baby, can I?” he looked at your eyes, then at your lips, then back to your eyes.

You turned to his side, which is a signal for him.

Slowly, he kissed you. The kind of kiss that’s savoring every second.

You tasted the flowery tea that he was drinking as you gave him permission to kiss you deeply.

He holds onto your waist and supported the small of your back while you automatically locked your arms on his neck.

He adjusted himself now, he’s hovering on top of you.

You don’t know what’s going on but maybe, it’s the liquor’s effects. Or the effects the cocoa after the liquor.

You welcomed him again as he kissed you, his hands rubbing the exposed part of your thighs.

You let out a light moan. Upon hearing it, you saw his expression turned dark.

Which made you feel hot.

He pulled you towards the direction of his room, leaving the TV on.

When you’re inside the confines of his room, he pinned you to the door, kissing you again.

“Y/N,” he said in between his breaths.

You tried searching for his face when he suddenly carried you towards the bed.

He laid you down slowly, he turned on one of his lamps. And hovered above you again.

You waited for his next move, anticipating another kiss, even though you can feel yours throbbing.

As expected, he did kiss you again, you let out a moan as his hands now travels from your thigh towards your torso.

His lips now travelled from your lips to your neck, leaving a burning sensation in each place he planted kisses.

“Jaebum..” you let out a sigh when he’s now on your chest.

“If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to control myself,” he confessed.

You don’t know what kicks in, the alcohol or cocoa.

You tugged on his shirt.

“I want this off,” you replied.

In one swift move, his top is gone, showing his beautiful skin, and toned torso.

He now asked to pull yours and you agreed.

You felt the cold temperature of the room, which was immediately burned by Jaebum’s hands as it travels from your stomach to the sides of your breasts.

He kissed your neck again, and you adjusted so he can remove your bra.

“Fuck,” he said as his hands landed on your bare chest.

He slowly cupped them, making you moan.

“Hngg, Jaeb,” you responded as he played with it.

Something ignites in you as you felt his mouth played with one of them while the other one is with his hands.

He continued doing that until both of your nipples are hard.

“This is the last time I’ll be asking you, if you want this to stop, say it now.”

Silence.

He pulled your shorts, including your panties which earned a gasp from you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby” his hand now travels from your stomach to your core.

“Shit, he slowly parted your folds, as he slowly rubbed your clit.

“You’re soaking baby,” he said as he sends electricity to your entire body.

“Ahhhh…” you moaned as you felt his fingers entered you.

He stayed like that for a moment then he slowly moved in an out until you became familiar with his fingers.

He detached himself completely. You watched him take off his pajamas. He climbed back on the bed, and guided your hands to his boxers.

You felt his hard member inside his underwear. You rubbed it with the guidance of his hands. When you stopped, he removed the remaining piece of clothing that he has and let him be exposed before your eyes.

You watched him place a condom on his member and adjust as he positioned himself on top of you again.

“Ahh shit, you’re so tight, babe” he said as he penetrates you.

You let out a light curse as you adjust to the unfamiliar yet delicious sensation you’re experiencing.

“Baby,” you sighed.

“Hmm?” he replied.

“Move please,” you muttered.

With that, he started slow. You felt pain but the pleasure it brings you makes you wanting for more so when you found the rhythm, you moved with him. This sent ecstasy to Jaebum’s senses which made the pace quick which made earned delicious sounds from you.

You felt something’s bubbling inside you, something that’s about to explode.

“Let go, baby,” he said.

You felt your release as he pounds into you as you ride your high.

“I’m cumming too,” he said, now he’s now moving faster.

You felt something warm inside you but he slowly pulled out as soon as he released his.

He disappeared towards the bathroom. You smelled something relaxing.

“Can you stand?” he asked and you moved. He guided you towards his personal bathroom.

You feel relaxed as you dip your body in the warm water. The scent is now enveloping your senses.

You feel him behind you, now holding a washcloth.

“What are you doing?” you whispered,

“Taking care of you,” he said as he rubs it gently on your body.

You stayed there for a few minutes, with heated make – outs in between.

When you’re both out of the shower, He insisted to dress you. So now you’re wearing one of his shirts that’s too large even for him, plus a one of his new boxers.

You relaxed yourself in one side of his bed and he joined you shortly after.

You feel him close and planted a kiss on your hair.

“Y/N..” he whispered.

“Hmm?” you said, in a tired way.

“I love you, welcome home.” He said as he adjusted himself so he can spoon you.

“I love you too,” you replied.

Within a few minutes, you succumbed to sleep.

A/N

Hello! It has been around 5 years since Make Me 20.1 was posted AFAIK. To those who waited and lost hope, I am sorry for being in hiatus for such a long time. I stopped writing, I lost the spark. and reality hits.

If you're new here, hi! Welcome to the little blog that I made because I felt inspired to write because of these seven men as I made this.

But now, I am back to it! but no promises. I cannot commit to a fixed or scheduled timeline as to when I could post the remaining chapters of Make Me or other works that I have.

But rest assured, it has been plotted since 2018.

If you loved this chapter, do not hesitate to leave a comment, suggestions, or reblogs, are highly appreciated.

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