#kim yugyeom fanfic
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Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Black!Reader
Genre: Angst, Light Fluff, Idol AU/Idolverse
Word Count: 1.4k
Warning: One cuss word; Language; Mentions of lack of eating, but due to workaholic behavior.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: I wrote this forever ago and never posted it, which makes no sense.
One thing that fans and choreographers had in common was that tour season was a whirlwind experience that came at you fast and had you begging it to slow down. Though to be honest Hana didn’t really beg for it to slow down, she went wherever it took her and that meant more work than all of the “off season” combined. Something she didn’t mind and to a degree could admit to loving.
And that is where the problem arose.
Yugyeom had his own tour dates to prepare for. Events that were some of his first since GOT7 left JYPE. They made him more anxious than when he had his members to rely on, so he put in more work than usual. But none of it was overworking himself or not taking the time to breathe.
With his new career within the R&B world he’d promised himself he’d take a little more control and do what worked best for him and the life he wanted to lead, even outside of music. It was a must, and it was hard because he was used to the go, go, go lifestyle of idol life, but he wanted to take his time. He had all the time in the world for the fast paced, always moving shit when GOT7 got deep into preparations for their July comeback - something he looked forward to.
But while he waited and geared up for his solo activities, he tried to impart some of that wisdom onto Hana. That meant talking to her about it and getting her to take breaks no matter how small and no matter what hops he had to jump through to get her to give in.
Of course, she had obligations so she couldn’t just ditch jobs. It would make people second guess hiring her or get her blacklisted from working with companies if she changed up on them at the last minute. But the problem wasn’t how many choreographing and teaching roles she took on, or at least not the one Yugyeom felt he could validly argue against. No, the issue was that she was also helping out other friends. She would workshop choreo, act as a member for demos, help them get into different companies to showcase they were the right fit for their artists, and even teaching classes with them when they asked at the last minute.
It left her with so little time to do anything else. Yugyeom feared if she was eating like she should have or getting enough rest in her own bed, because she hadn’t entered his in weeks.
The worry he felt was low at the start of the season, but peaked once some artists began to make their way out a bit earlier than the rest. There were so many last-minute details and intensive work to put in. He barely got a text out of her or anyone he could usually reach out to get ahold of her.
Even popping up wherever she told him yielded low results with him hoping the intimidating nature of being some of her clients' elder age and industry time wise would be enough to ensure they got her to eat or drink something when he dropped it off.
After a while it went from pure worry to agitation. Something that made him lie in bed at night staring at the ceiling as he thought about it until he picked up his phone.
Yugyeom: You at home?
Minutes ticked by with him staring at the screen awaiting an answer, to the point that he found himself a little pissed off and ready to call her, but before he could his phone buzzed a few times.
Hana: No, in the studio
Hana: I had to finalize that killing part for P1Harmony’s new comeback
Hana: I thought I told you???
Yugyeom’s anger didn’t subside despite her answering him, in fact her words seemed to just maintain how upset he was.
Yugyeom: You said it didn’t need to be done for two weeks. Did they push it up?
Hana: No
Yugyeom: So, you’re finishing it at 2AM 2 weeks early because….?
Hana: Because I want it done
Hana: Not rocket science. I got the time so might as well
There were many times in life that Yugyeom wanted to cuss someone out or simply scream and that was indeed one of them. It was like she didn’t know how she sounded, but he knew better than that. Hana knew exactly what she was doing and what he was calling her out on, but she wouldn’t cop to it. No, she preferred to do the thing where she played dumb until he said it outright and even then, she would deny, deny, deny.
It took several deep breaths to get him to calm down and respond to her.
Yugyeom: Come here and I’ll help you
Hana: I’m not falling for your tricks to see me. I’ll see you in a few days
Yugyeom: For work
Hana: And dinner after
He was going to push the issue, but just as began to type another message came through.
Hana: Gotta go. Ireh is back and we’re starting up. Go to sleep. Love you!
Naturally, he knew that she wouldn’t respond to him after that, so Yugyeom threw his phone across the bed. Or he tried to, but the slight force behind it made it bounce and hit the floor instead. He winced hearing it but made zero move to pick it up. All his focus was on Hana. The woman who drove him up the wall but who he loved endlessly.
The thing was he got it. There was no one more understanding than Yugyeom because he lived the life of someone whose work needed a lot of his energy and time spent with people like Monster Woo and other dancers showed him how much went into what they did. How much it could strain things. But all he saw was Hana running herself into the ground for no reason.
Of course, he had to admit part of it was for selfish reasons on his part. He wanted more time with her, even if it was a quick meal and falling asleep together. Spending quality time is something he loved to do with her, and he’d missed out on for months. However, the much larger reason was because he knew her and knew she was in her own head. Knew that a lot of the pressure to work, work, work stemmed from her need to keep herself relevant and employed in an industry that could truly break a foreigner, especially a Black one. She’d made a name for herself long ago and had the backing in the US, but working mostly in K-Pop was something new and she hated to fail at such a challenge.
That was the thing that kept him from losing his shit with her, but it was also the straw to break the camel's back. There was nothing left in him that said he should continue to let it slide, to not push harder for her to take a step or two back. Lines like telling her friends and colleagues to not reach out were ones he wouldn’t cross, but as he drifted off that night, he’d decided that he would put his foot down.
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Days went by with Yugyeom not reaching out to Hana after their last text conversation. She wasn’t surprised that he’d stopped talking; he had two comebacks and tour dates to prepare for. Not that that was the reason he’d cut off communication attempts. Hana was smart enough to know he was worried and probably pissed with her. Something she hated but knew she couldn’t control since she had things to get done and not a lot of time to do them.
Tour season meant a lot of work and she was no stranger to pouring a lot of herself into it, so she rolled with the punches without much complaint. Which didn’t make him happy with her, but she knew it was something she could manage. Something she could explain to him to get him to understand.
Talking to him was in that plan once she arrived at the dance studio that he was preparing for his tour in. She was a choreographer for some songs and might go with him. Though with all the opportunities that rolled her way it looked unlikely that she would.
Another thing he would be upset with her about.
Upon her arrival she assaulted with the smell of food. As she walked further into the building those smells intensified and she basically drowned in them as she entered the break room area that the studio housed.
Everyone sat or leaned against something eating and paying her no mind. It was confusing because she thought they’d agreed to have lunch before coming in, but things had seemingly changed. All without her being in the know, something that she could have brushed off as an over thought if not for the momentary eye contact, she made with Yugyeom as he got up to grab a drink. His expression was blank as he looked at her and before she could blink, he turned around and went back to his seat without a word.
It was clear he was icing her out, which made her upset and a little angry. Not that she had time to process or call him on it, because the moment he sat down people noticed her presence and Ireh popped up and ushered her to the table she was sat at.
“We’re going to start a little later, so get comfortable. I’ll grab you something,” Ireh said.
Hana opened her mouth to tell her she was fine, but then her stomach growled, and she became all too aware of her hunger. She’d had a late night and got to sleep even later. So, in order to get the bare minimum of enough rest she’d slept in longer than she would have preferred and grabbed a pastry from the convenience store on the way. She’d planned to eat another snack before they started because she needed to and because eating a lot before dancing wasn’t something that she loved. But if she was hungry enough for her stomach to make sounds, she knew that she needed to eat something more. Plus, she had more time than she thought.
Another thing that wasn’t shared with her.
That made her irritation spike, so as she shrugged off her hoodie and dropped her bag Hana found her gaze drifting to Yugyeom. He was carefully spooning rice into his mouth as he messed around on his phone, only looking up when someone spoke to him and making sure to never even turn his head in her direction.
His behavior wasn’t something Hana never experienced before, she’d endured the silent treatment a few times before and it sucked every time. However, when it was about something that was work related and part of her livelihood it pissed her off. Even if there was a whisper in her head voicing the reminder that she could slow down some and not push herself so hard. That she had enough jobs for the season and could chill the hell out. The voice was right, but she wasn’t one to acknowledge that when she knew she could keep pushing and be fine.
So, being upset with him would withstand. At least that was what she tried to convey by glaring at a man who refused to give her the time of day.
Before she could do anything drastic, like walk over to his table, Ireh returned with two containers and a bottle of water. Hana took them carefully and was surprised to find kimchi-jjigae inside one. It was the typical food delivered for a work lunch, but it was a favorite of hers and something she craved whenever she worked a lot.
Something Ireh knew.
Once Ireh took a seat and began eating again Hana opened her mouth to thank her, but the woman shook her head.
“I barely even knew we were getting lunch today. You know who picked it out.”
“But he…”
“Hana, you know better,” Ireh said, but in Korean that time.
Though she often spoke both when talking to Hana there was something about the way she switched to it in order to scold that made Hana shrink into herself a little. It wasn’t that her feelings were hurt, but she did know better. Plus, Ireh was the oldest of four children, so she had the older sister act down pact, even if she only had less than a year over Hana in age.
Hana sighed. “I know.”
“If you know, then act like it.”
From there they ate in silence. The food was delicious, so Hana had zero problem finishing it and even after she was done the usual fullness never came. Which made her curse herself for clearly not eating enough especially because it wasn’t her intention, she just got easily wrapped up in things and forgot.
Once everyone finished, they cleaned up, and there were several minutes of sitting before everyone moved into the practice room. Hana brought up the rear and went to close the door behind them but was cut off by Yugyeom slipping into the room. He handed her a sports drink and continued to walk past her.
Or tried to but was stopped when Hana grabbed hold of his wrist.
“Yugyeom,” she whispered.
At first, she thought he would pull away, but after a few seconds he turned to her with an expression much gentler than the one he’d greeted her with.
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to…”
“I don’t have to do a lot of things, baby. But I do them because I want to and because sometimes people neglect to get them done.”
Not another word was said as he walked away, mostly because Hana couldn’t find any to say. There was the care behind his actions in those words, but she couldn’t miss the dig at the end. She knew it wasn’t meant to be all that hurtful, but she also knew he was being a little mean on purpose. Something that he wasn’t often, and she was unsure if she was angry, hurt, or simply upset that they’d reached that point.
In order to not have to figure that out she took a breath and stood off to the side while the head choreographer and tour manager spoke to them. When all information was disseminated they got to work going over the choreo with those who’d created it. Though the songs she’d worked on were early in the set list she went last and the entire time she refused to meet Yugyeom’s eyes.
Despite the tension they worked through the moves easily and corrected anything that seemed off. It was hyper professional between them and to a degree that made her feel worse, but the alternative of letting feelings leak through wasn’t any better.
After an hour and a half of going through everything they took a small break and Yugyeom tossed her a protein bar before taking a seat on the floor to catch his breath. The urge to say something flared, but Hana just took a seat and ate the bar without question.
Twenty minutes later they were back into the groove of things, but instead of checking for issues they decided to tackle the set list as it was. Most of the people he’d worked with weren’t coming with him, so it was the dancers with him while everyone else watched carefully.
Part of Hana wanted to sit it out because she may not have been going, but also because she was in a petty mood. The more time she and Yugyeom spent with negative emotions looming over them the more annoyed she got, and it was hard to push it down or reason with herself. But instead of taking that step back she got into position.
Keeping her mind from wandering wasn’t hard when she was dancing. It was her passion, so Hana always found joy in doing it. Especially because she’d been so happy when Yugyeom asked her to work on some of the choreo for him. She’d done so on some of GOT7’s music but working closely with the man she loved when he held the same passion as her put her over the moon. A feeling that found its way into her as she danced alongside him.
Their run through went off without a hitch and they were able to do it with very few breaks. Once it was finished, they all took a moment to catch their breath and then any issues were pointed out before they did it again. The second time around included moments where he would stop to talk or to head backstage for a bit, so it was less taxing and also showed there was a better flow of things.
Usually that would have been the end of it, but it was decided on one more run through. Yugyeom had been singing the other two times so to preserve his voice they just let the track play and he lip synced the lyrics. During that practice he found his flow in a way that wasn’t present before and interacted with the dancers more. Hana effortlessly played off that and more often than before they ended up close together dancing in a way that wasn’t so scandalous that they looked like they were five seconds from fucking, but enough to fit the vibe and the sexiness of some of the songs.
With the last song, Hana found they stared into each other’s eyes more than they had most of the day and so it took a moment to snap out of it and walk away once the music stopped. They managed to do so and keep to themselves as they listened to the tour manager again. Everyone was happy with the practice so it ended and though Hana knew most of them liked to leave quickly the speed in which everyone got out of there was next level.
In about two minutes only she and Yugyeom were left, and he was at the door with his hand held out to her. Again, the urge to be petty arose in her, but she’d gone a long time without any physical touch from him that wasn’t dance related and she craved it. So, after she grabbed her bag, she walked forward and laced her fingers in his.
Neither spoke as he led them out of the studio and to the car that he’d hired to drive them around. As they sat in silence, they continued to hold hands and didn’t stop until Yugyeom motioned her into the restaurant they’d planned to go to for dinner. The host led them to a private room and to Hana’s surprise JayB and Youngjae were already there. Both men were often late to dinners.
“Did you even shower?” Youngjae asked as he got up to hug them.
Hana rolled her eyes. “No time.”
“At least she’s not as stinky as him,” Jaebeom said as they switched, and he hugged her.
“Hyung,” Yugyeom whined.
That got a laugh out of everyone and that meant a pouting Yugyeom as they took their seats. A server appeared the moment their butts touched down and they ordered and awaited the drinks.
“So how did it go?” Jaebeom asked.
“It went well. Most of it was already ready, so from here on out it’s just correcting any problems and making sure that we’re one hundred percent happy with how the set list flows,” Yugyeom said.
“That’s good. I know it can be nerve wrecking to do the first solo show, plus it’s in person. Making sure it’s just right means you’ll do great,” Jaebeom said.
“I hope so.”
“Ah, our baby is nervous,” Youngjae teased.
More pouting ensued as they all laughed and Jaebeom reached over to pinch his cheek, earning a light slap to the hand which only made them laugh harder.
It took a few minutes before they settled and their drinks arrived in that time. In the restaurant they went to drinks were fast, but food was slow because they prided themselves in being made to order so most of the food was unprepped.
“Speaking of preparing, how is all the tour stuff going with the different artists, Hana?” Youngjae asked.
Something about the question excited her, but also felt heavy. As if she was beyond tired.
“Good. I thank the heavens that most have been doing online concerts and don’t have a lot of new music coming before tour. It makes it so that we’re mostly just going over things and learning a handful of new choreo. Most pick it up fast, but some of the rookies are so new to it that their nerves are making it harder for them to keep up. But I enjoy being able to help them through it.”
Jaebeom nodded. “I don’t know how you do it. Dance has been in my life a long time and b-boying could take a lot out of you, so I can’t imagine doing it as much as you do. Hell, as much as either of you do. And Gyeomie finds time to do it for fun.”
Hana glanced at Yugyeom, who’d gotten quiet, before saying anything.
“Yeah, it can be a lot, but you get used to it.”
“I just hope you’re taking care of yourself.”
Before Jaebeom finished his sentence Yugyeom scoffed, but Hana ignored it.
“I’m doing my best,” she said.
Another noise was heard but it was softer than the last in a way that Hana almost missed it. What she didn’t miss was the way that Yugyeom rolled his eyes.
If it was anyone else besides his members in that room she would have been embarrassed, but they knew how he could get and saw both of them at their worst. There was nothing they would judge them for or at least all judgment would come from a place of friendship and not rudeness.
Regardless of that it annoyed her, and she wanted to ask him about it, but instead took a deep breath and a sip of her drink.
Seconds ticked by in silence before Youngjae broke the tension or tried to break it, because it didn’t let up even a little.
“So, you ready to go on tour with him? I know you haven’t done one in a few years, and you said you miss it.”
Anger gave way to discomfort then, and Hana paused for way too long.
“Uh… yeah. Some things have come up and so I might not get the chance to do it. But I am looking forward to it.”
“You might not go?” Yugyeom asked, shock and anger coloring his words.
“Yeah, I was going to tell you…”
“When?”
“After dinner. I thought we could talk then.”
Yugyeom’s face was stoic, and it was clear he fought to keep it and not allow anything else to color his expression as he looked at her. For several seconds all he did was stare, before he turned his head to look across the table.
“Hyungs,” he said, voice shaky.
Neither of them said anything, just nodded and got up. As they exited Hana heard Jaebeom mention sitting at the bar to give them a moment to themselves, but she was more focused on Yugyeom who’d risen from his seat and began to pace the room.
“Yugyeom,” she said softly.
Hearing his name didn’t stop his pacing or even get him to look in her direction.
“Yugyeom.”
Again nothing.
“Kim Yugyeom.”
That time there was a bit of anger in her voice, and she didn’t know if that did the trick or the use of his full name, but he finally stopped pacing and turned to her. She watched as he visibly took a deep breath and then leaned against the wall behind him.
“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” he asked.
Hana sighed. “I kn…”
“That was rhetorical. You know how worried I’ve been. You’ve had me checking in on you over the phone. Bringing you food and getting you to take moments to rest. You’ve seen my hold back because I know how you work, and I know it can be intense. I know that you do things a certain way and while it may seem like too much to be doing to me that you view it a different way. I know this industry is iffy and you committing to working mostly for this country’s industry is a lot because of the extra bs that comes with you not being Korean. I let shit slide because of those things. I put aside my worries because of those things, because I’m trying to be understanding. But there are limits.
“You push and push until you push me away. You’ve barely spoken to me for more than an hour in total over the last month. I have to work harder than one should to get proof you’re okay. To make sure that you’re eating and drinking. To ensure that you’re getting the rest that you need. And you don’t give a fuck.”
Throughout his speech Hana felt guilt creep in, but something about that last sentence shoved it down.
“I don’t care? How are you going to sit here and tell me that I don’t care? As if I haven’t been doing my best to keep in contact and as if I don’t always thank you for the things you do to take care of me. I’ve been busy, Yugyeom. You know how much comes up during these months and how much busier I get as tour dates get closer.”
“Fuck that busy shit!” he shouted.
That brought them to a standstill. Not because Hana felt threatened or anything, they cussed all the time so it slipping into an angry conversation didn’t faze her. But the way he raised his voice surprised her a little. It wasn’t scary, but it wasn’t like him to yell even though it had been softer than most people’s.
“Baby…” she trailed off.
Yugyeom’s face shifted from anger to a deep set frown and gentle eyes that told her he was tired and worried. Much more than he was letting on.
“I just… I want to take care of you, and I want you to take care of yourself. I get that you work hard, but you can work hard and also relax. Take moments to breathe. Have some sort of fun. You get into this work mode where it’s like you can’t seem to do anything else, even when there isn’t much else to do. And I get it, baby I do, but there has to be a line.
“And I’m selfish. Outside of you being healthy I miss you. I’ve barely seen you for a month and it’s not like we haven’t crossed paths. I miss being able to spend time with you. Making up dances in the studio just because it’s fun, taking small trips for a day or two, you yelling at me because you hate the way that I cook, and just falling asleep by your side. I haven’t held you in forever.”
As he spoke Hana rose from her seat and moved over to Yugyeom, wrapping her arms around his waist before she pulled him close. She knew she’d not been thinking about herself much and just going with the fact that she felt fine as an indicator on if she needed a break. It worked for her, but it was a dangerous way to live and despite how much she hated to realize it, lack of eating alone was enough for her to know she wasn’t as well as she thought.
That coupled with the neglect of her relationship was a reality check of epic proportions. She’d expected Yugyeom to just go with her schedule without throwing him a bone in terms of even a little affection. Plus, there was the depriving of her own touch and time needs. All of it showed her that she’d been a mess masquerading as someone with their shit together for weeks.
“I know and I’m sorry. I got wrapped up in it all and forgot myself. But even so, I shouldn’t have forgotten your needs. Forgotten that I would have to put in the effort to fix things when I finally came down to reality and not just expected you to be understanding or that I could explain it away. You deserve better than that and I’m sorry I was giving you less than.”
Yugyeom wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. His body relaxed and so did hers. Not everything was solved, and it was something they would need time to get over, but Hana knew it was the start of a good thing and that she would do better.
After a few moments Yugyeom moved away a bit and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. It was gentle and came with a spark that made it feel like the first time. A testament to how long she’d been in self-imposed exile of his touch.
As he pulled away from her, she made the mental note to overhaul her planner to work better for herself and her relationship.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you more.”
Yet another pout took form and as his lips parted to argue the boys reentered the room with the server right behind them.
“Sorry,” Youngjae said.
Hana waved them off. “You’re fine. We’re good.”
“Really?” Jaebeom asked.
“Yes.”
A squeeze of the hand was all she needed to be sure of it.
They enjoyed the meal without the heavy weight of tension in the room and despite how she needed to get across town the next morning Hana went with Yugyeom to his apartment without argument. She said she would do better and that needed to be immediate.
Plus, when she woke up a little later than she’d planned she couldn’t be mad, because being wrapped in his arms was the best night sleep she’d gotten in a while. She planned for it to be a repeat performance for at least a week straight.
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𝓨ugyeom 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⭒۟ 120x120.
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⠀❋ moldura enferrujada
・・yugyeom (got7) + yeri (red velvet)
🌷 — psd amsterdam by @loviestudio · png e textura por @colour-source
o restante dos materiais você encontrará possivelmente aqui ♡
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Got7 icons
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Credits always welcome
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› mastermind ♡ yugyeom e bambam 🎧 ⇢ song
⌕ doada para aloneinthecity
๑ em caso de inspiração, dê os créditos
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Not to brag or anything but Got7 is really about to usher in a new era when it comes to Kpop. Quite literally being one of the few if not the only groups to ever continue on almost immediately leaving one of the biggest Kpop companies in the industry. Got7 is about to prove to a lot of people that the standards and expectations set within Kpop are not finite and can change. And the fact that they did this with the literal power of friendship (plus Im Jaebeom just being such an amazing leader) is beautiful and gives me a little faith in humanity
#just something that's hit me now that we're a few hours away from the mv drop#gosh i swear when I'm done with finals I'm gonna write so much fanfic about this#i'm so excited and proud#got7#im jaebeom#mark tuan#jackson wang#park jinyoung#choi youngjae#bambam#kim yugyeom#갓세븐#kpop
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Part-Time Lover Kim Yugyeom
I know I'm late but happy birthday to my manz Yugyeom. Jada and Y/n are both black just so y'all know.
Warnings: ITS FILTH WITH CHEATING
You pull Yugyeom into the bathroom catching him off guard but he pins you to the door as you kiss him. He missed the taste of your lips. It was a hint of mint, sometimes cherry but he loved it. You smelled nice too, your perfume making his senses go crazy. Opening your mouth into the kiss lets Yugyeom have a deeper access to explore your mouth. Yugyeom groans in the kiss as you pull his tongue. Yugyeom's hands pushed your legs upwards to grind his hips against your crotch as you felt how hard he was. In response, you moan moving your hips to grind against his bulge more.
"Fuck Y/n" Yugyeom moans breaking the kiss and moving his hips faster as if he's thrusting into you. You lean against his ear whispering two words and two words alone.
"Fuck me" as Yugyeom wasted no time putting you down sliding his fingers up your skirt to pull your panties down. As you unbuckled his belt and undo his pants. As you push down you notice how hard Yugyeom was. You lick your lips knowing he was hard for you and only you. Before you could even try anything, Yugyeom then locks the door as he picks you up, placing you on the sink.
"Fuck Yugyeom!" You moan feeling Yugyeom pushing all of his dick inside you. Yugyeom moans as he stays right there next to your ear and stays that way. Until you let out a small 'move' and Yugyeom starts moving fast. Your breath felt like it was shortening as Yugyeom's brutal pace made you feel so good. Your moans getting louder by the second.
"Yugyeom! Fuck Yugyeom you make me feel so good!" You try to whisper as Yugyeom just lets out a rasped moan. His hips trying to hit the right spot trying to get you to cum.
"Shit Y/n you're pussy is fucking tight- fucking mine" Yugyeom grips your hips angling his hips deep feeling his balls against you. Your hands grip the sink as you scream in pleasure. Hearing your scream echoing in the bathroom Yugyeom remembers that Jada is here and your rooms, especially the bathrooms, weren't soundproof. Immediately Yugyeom covers your mouth, shushing you.
"Shh baby people will hear us. Do you want that? Do you want people to know we're here?" Yugyeom asks you as you nod in his palm eyes rolling to the back of your head. You didn't care who heard you were on clouds the way this man was fucking you. The way his body felt against yours felt so right and his face the way he looked down on you with admiration as pleasure waved through him affected him as well. The way his sweat poured through his forehead as he tried giving you his all made you feel different. You move Yugyeom's hand off your face bringing him into a long kiss. Yugyeom didn't reject yet he knew in his mind this kiss was different. It was warm and softer than any other kiss. But he liked it as your bodies tangle with one another.
"I'm close" you break the kiss feeling yourself nearing your release. It wasn't until you heard loud knocks that you two had to come to a halt.
"Someone's in here!" Yugyeom yells this time he slows down his pace. But whoever was outside didn't get the point as they kept knocking.
"Hey, who is in here?!" They yell as you try not to make any noise. Yugyeom looks at you. You're clenching on him wanting to cum and he knows that so he takes his fingers and places them into your mouth as he starts picking the pace up.
"Dude! It doesn't fucking matter leave!" Yugyeom yells back.
"Yugyeom? Hey man, it's Mark. Jada is looking for you. I gave her your keys to go to the car, but she won't leave without you. So hurry up!" Mark says as Yugyeom laughs looking at you fall apart as his sharp thrusts have you on the verge of cumming at any moment and so does he.
"Alright, I'm almost done!" Yugyeom yells as he takes his fingers out of your mouth. Letting out a huff as he feels your walls convulsing around his dick.
"Cum for me baby I know you can let it all out for me cum on your cock for me," Yugyeom tells you and you do it. You come apart around him, you sob his name as tears run down your face and not long after Yugyeom cums inside you. His cock twitched inside you as his warm cum fills you up once more. You sake against his arms around you pulling him close.
"Come back to my place later?" You ask him as he nods against your shoulder. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay here and kiss you more. He wanted to help you recover and get cleaned up and take you home.
"Yugyeom...you gotta go," you say, pushing him off as Yugyeom pulls away from you grabbing a tissue and helping you off the sink, your legs feeling like jello. He helps the both of you clean up and you look in the cabinets for air freshener and perfume. After making sure his hair is fine and his clothes together, you send Yugyeom out first. You make sure to spray Yugyeom on his way out though.
Feeling young and free as Yugyeom looks for Jada, after looking for another ten minutes he gives up. Yugyeom goes to the car to see Jada sitting in the passenger seat. As soon as he gets into the car Jada stares at him.
"What?"
"Don't what me. Where were you?"
"In the bathroom" Yugyeom answers
"No shit but for half an hour?"
"I was looking for you and Mark wanted to talk for a couple of minutes."
"So why didn't you answer my calls? Texts"
"Phone was on silent"
"Bullshit!"
"What do you want me to say, Jada?!"
"That you were with HER! That you were hooking up with that slut!" Yugyeom doesn't say a word, she just looks at her. He then fastened his seat belt and started the engine.
"Yugyeom you didn't answer my question"
"You don't want me to answer that," Yugyeom says, pulling off as Jada sees you through the rearview mirror smiling and waving, mocking her and making her shed a tear.
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reverence - kim yugyeom
pairing: urban dancer yugyeom + ballet dancer female reader
genre: professional dancer au, enemies to friends to lovers, first date, fluff, smut
word count: 5.1k+
warnings: explicit sexual content, cursing
summary: after nearly a year of knowing each other, your first date with yugyeom finally arrives. epilogue to the relevé series.
rating: 18+ (mdni)
author’s note: appeasing the thirsty readers lmao. also appeasing myself. this is going to be my last contribution to this au for a while, since i'm going to be working on other projects. anyways, i hope that this is a satisfying epilogue for my dancer yugyeom stans. anyways, thank u for your support and i hope to see u for the next one <3
[library] [got7 library] [relevé series]
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“Where are we going?” you ask, craning your head to the side in an attempt to catch something in Yugyeom’s expression that will tell you. Instead, you’re met with his cheeky smile, eyes focused on the road ahead of him.
“You’ll know eventually,” he answers cryptically, causing your eyebrows to furrow. You’ve waited an entire week for your first official date with him and he’s withholding information already. Suspicious, you look out of the passenger side window of his car to collect clues.
But then, your mind wanders to his car.
You chew at the inside of your cheek as you remember part of his confession in the dressing room last week.
“We’re not fucking for the first time in a place like this.”
“Oh? What kind of place did you have in mind?”
“My bed. My couch. My shower. My car. A wall. My kitchen…”
You shake your head internally, squeezing your eyelids shut as if you’re trying to expel the indecent thoughts from your mind.
Date first, you scold yourself, other things later.
Right as the recollection leaves you, Yugyeom makes a right turn into the entertainment district. The street is obviously familiar; after all, you live here. Normally, this is the area that you go to for a quick bite after practice or rehearsal, due to the vast variety of bars, restaurants, and cafés.
Then, you pass a familiar sign on the street, and the one second glimpse of it quickly reminds you of its significance. A small, surprised gasp escapes your lips, and Yugyeom giggles.
“It’s ok, right?” he inquires, almost sheepish.
“Of course, it is! It’s more than alright,” you exclaim, the sound of your enthusiasm easing any nervousness that he had previously, “It’s… Actually… Really romantic, Gyeomie.”
He pulls into the parking lot as you talk, smiling to himself as he backs up. With an arm wrapped over the back of the passenger seat, he cranes his head to look out the back. Clearly, he’s absolutely elated by your positive response but your eyes catch the sight of his jaw and neck clenching instead. You swallow, eyelids fluttering as you push away the urge to pepper kisses along the angles; the need to wrap your arms around his neck and slide into his lap to make do on the plans that he so vehemently vocalized to you-
“Ready to go?” he interrupts your train of thought, and the heat on your cheeks continues to spread to the tips of your ears.
“Mmhm…” you nod, blinking hazily before turning around, reaching for the car door handle. With a satisfying click, the door opens to reveal Yugyeom’s outstretched hand. With your heart leaping out of your chest, you take his palm and breathe a sigh of relief when his fingers interlace with yours. Looking up, you smile at the familiar sight.
The restaurant that you took him to last year. The exact place that you started to fall for the tall, talented, and handsome dancer boy currently leading you towards the familiar door.
✧✧✧
It’s perfect. The closest to perfect that you’ve ever experienced, really.
He talking just as animatedly and passionate as he did that day, alternating between sips of chocolate milk and bites of a personal sized pepperoni pizza. But, it’s just that he’s your boyfriend now. It’s an admittedly incredible benefit. Even so, as you’re listening to him go on and on about a teaching mishap that he had with Bambam yesterday, you cannot believe the fantastic turn of events.
Does he know that his nose scrunches when he giggles? That the corner of his eyes crinkle and his head throws back when he laughs?
“Are you ok? You’re a little quieter than I’m used to,” he says mid-bite, cocking his head to the side at your silence.
“Mmhm. I’m just happy. And I like listening to you talk about work,” you answer, smiling to relieve any uneasiness that he might’ve had.
“Is that it? Because I’ve been wondering why you haven’t said anything about my food choices,” he quips, gesturing at the plate of food in front of him. You giggle in response, covering your mouth to prevent food from spilling out. After chewing sufficiently, you part your lips in defense but he stops you before you can say anything.
“Chocolate milk is good. Burgers are good. Spicy food is not good because it hurts,” Yugyeom defends before taking a sip out of said chocolate milk, brows furrowing cutely.
“Poor baby with his baby tastebuds,” you tease, laughing audibly when he nods in agreeance.
“Yes. I am baby,” he responds, so tonelessly that you’re a hundred percent sure that he isn’t being serious.
It makes you laugh again, only this time you can barely restrict yourself from choking on your food before you scoff, “Sure.”
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You two manage to stay and talk until closing. In fact, you barely noticed that the restaurant was empty until your waiter attempted to kick you both out of the restaurant as politely as possible. After quarrelling over the bill, Yugyeom paid it this time around after reminding you that you bought him a coffee yesterday. So, you reluctantly obliged.
No rock, paper, scissors game this time around. Without another word, he takes your hand and leads you out of the empty restaurant. The door opens and you’re immediately hit with the crisp and refreshing night air, biting Yugyeom’s cheeks pink with each gust. The walk in the parking lot remains relatively silent until he stops in front of his car, his hand twisting in yours until your fingers entwine with his.
“Listen,” he begins, pausing to stroke your knuckles with his thumb, “I want to invite you back to my place to hang out for a little longer, if that’s ok.”
His face is contemplative, almost concerned, as if thinks that you might be uncomfortable with the invitation.
“Please don’t feel pressured to agree because of what I said… Uhm…” he trails off, shyly peering his eyes to the side as he reminds you of last weeks filthy promise, “Anyways. If you want to leave the night as is, I will.”
A small smile seeps into your expression at the caring nature of his words. He couldn’t be more wrong, but you greatly appreciate it anyway.
“I’m more than happy to hang out with you, but isn’t Bam home? I don’t want him to-”
You stop, chewing at your bottom lip at what you’re implying. It isn’t like you don’t enjoy Bam’s company, it’s just that you’re not sure if he should be present for what you have in mind, visualizing the way that Yugyeom’s best friend might cringe at the sight of you cuddling with Yugyeom on the couch, or worse.
“Oh, Bam isn’t home. He’s at Jack’s place, actually,” he says, so nonchalant that you’re convinced that he’s unaware of the way that the revelation pushed your mind to end up in a gutter somewhere.
Alone. In an apartment.
With Yugyeom. And a bed. And a couch.
“Oh,” you make a noise before swallowing, hoping to disguise the fact that you’re pleased with that discovery.
Very pleased.
“Great!” he exclaims before grabbing the passenger door handle, opening it with a click, “After you.”
Yugyeom uses his free hand to gesture to the open door, guiding you inside with his palm. The warmth of his hand seeps into the base of your back, and the sensation prompts a chill to run up your spine. Your eyelids slip closed for a short second, focusing on the presence of his touch before he removes it, bringing you out of your daze when the car door slams shut.
✧✧✧
When Yugyeom said hang out, he really did mean hang out, and nothing more.
And it’s driving you up the wall.
After dinner, he pulled you into his empty apartment, kicked off his shoes, took your coat off, and proceeded to plop onto his couch. Not to make good on that promise from last week, but to watch a movie.
You’re not mad. The fact that you’re currently sitting between his parted legs with his arms wrapped around your waist is making you anything but mad.
You’re just… Frustrated.
Frustrated beyond belief that he’s been focused on the movie for the past hour, when all you want is to feel the heat of his palms on your bare skin; to have them wander in between your legs with his lips on the nape of your neck…
Just the thought of it has you closing your eyes in an attempt to prevent all of the indecent visions from flooding your mind. Unfortunately, he’s making it very difficult to prevent that. His chest is pressed right up against your back, and his left hand is sliding from your waist to your thigh, finishing with a slight tightening of his grip. You’re not sure if it’s subconscious or not, but you widen your thighs as a response to his touch. The movement is so minute that you’re not even sure that he’s noticed.
That is, until the hand on your thigh travels down; slowly and with increasing pressure, to the hem of your dress. His fingers start to play with the pleated fabric, tracing and teasing the skin underneath until you find it difficult to breathe properly. The audio from the tv should be enough to cover it up but all you can hear is the sound of your own laboured breaths. You’re so preoccupied in fact, that you barely notice that you’re squirming backward, right up against his crotch.
“Babe,” he breathes against the shell of your ear, right arm tightening around your waist as his left hand finally ventures underneath your dress and up your thigh. A small noise escapes you, but Yugyeom mistakes it for protest. You can sense an apology coming from him as his touch retracts, so you grab his wrist and place his hand right where you want him.
“No,” you pause to shake your head, “Don’t stop.”
Yugyeom freezes for a second, as if unsure where to begin. So, you decide to give him some direction through your hazy, very turned-on mind.
Covering the back of his fingers with your own, you guide his middle finger up your clothed slit, and he makes a low noise against your ear as a result.
“Touch me,” you plead desperately, emphasizing your need by caressing your clit with his fingers, demonstrating with a pressure and speed that you like to start with. Luckily, Yugyeom seems to have gotten the memo because in no time, you’re clawing at his thighs instead of directing his touch.
The back of your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder as he continues with his ministrations, seemingly concentrated on getting you off. The circles that he’s pressing against your clit starts to increase in speed, and you practically keen against him. Your hips are starting to twitch and your thighs are struggling to remain open. In fact, your legs snap closed with a gasp when his fingers dip under the fabric of your underwear, touching you directly.
But then, he removes his fingers and begins to tap against your clit repeatedly, teasing you.
“I hate you,” you whine toothlessly, displeased that your orgasm was taken away. He chuckles when you start to squirm against him, but the sound quickly devolves to a groan when your ass grinds against his crotch again. He’s definitely hard, and you would almost feel smug about it if you weren’t seconds away from coming.
“Are you ok with this?” he asks, and you nod before whispering with a meek yes.
Yugyeom doesn’t respond. Instead, he forces your thighs open again, digs his fingers into the muscle, and drags them across your skin, as if warning you not to do it again.
You chew your bottom lip at the thought, unsure if you should heed his warning. But then, his hand slides into your underwear again and prods against your wet core, making you disregard that initial thought. Your entire body tenses against his as he circles your entrance with a single finger. He gathers the wetness there before sliding upward, giving your now swollen clit a quick, teasing flick.
Surprised by your sensitivity, you gasp, hip thrusting up slightly to chase his touch. It’s torture, and you start to whine in protest.
“So wet…” he whispers at a volume where you just manage to catch it over the sound of the tv. The teasing lilt of his tone causes you to widen your legs further.
“Fingers,” you demand unintelligently, hoping that he’ll understand with a single word. Sentences are beyond you right now.
“So bossy,” he teases you with a playful nip on the skin of your neck. You blink, and suddenly, his fingers are no longer between your legs. Instead, he uses that same hand to hike up your dress, allowing the fabric to pool at your waist. You begin to protest but a slick sound makes its way into your ear.
It’s the sound of his tongue licking a stripe up his fingers.
Without another second wasted, his free hand pulls the lace of your underwear out of the way and the other slides two fingers into your core.
You let out pleasant hum as his fingers move gently, as if he’s trying to get a feel of what you like. He alters his pace and the angle of his fingers, carefully taking note of what elicits the most positive response from you. His experimenting continues until his fingers delve particularly deep, shifting to a spot that makes your hips twitch.
That reaction isn’t lost to him as he repeats that same action over and over and over, driving you so out of your mind that you can’t hold back the moan from bubbling out of your lips.
“God, that’s- Mmph…” your sentence trails off when the pressure becomes absolutely perfect. He’s curling his fingers so deliciously that you can’t stay still. Yugyeom has to wrap his free arm around your torso to keep you from moving too much.
“Good?” he asks, voice thick with arousal. Clearly, he’s also losing his composure. That, and the fact that he keeps groaning when your ass slides up and down his clothed length.
“More than good,” you answer breathily, gasping loudly when his free hand slides into the neckline of your dress to grasp at your breast. He gives it a brief caress before pinching your nipple, the combination of sensations causing you lose it.
One hand grapples at his wrist and the other squeezes into a fist as you practically dangle over the edge of release again, only to be denied it a second time. He removes his fingers and you’re so needy that your back arches and your entire body trembles.
“I should’ve known,” you pant, chest rising up and down with each laboured breath, “Should’ve known that your teasing would extend to sex.”
“Well, I want to savour it,” he answers with a giggle much too innocent for what he was doing to you with his fingers. Then, loosens his arm from around your waist. Not one to waste an opportunity, you twist around as fast as you can to straddle him, immediately reaching between his legs.
“You’re lucky that you’re cute,” you smile at him playfully, gripping his cock through his slacks. The teasing expression that you saw before has effectively disappeared, replaced with droopy eyelids and an agape mouth.
“You’re cute, too,” he says, smirking before giving you a deep, searing kiss. His arm wraps around you as the other hand glides up your spine to tangle into your hair, pushing your lips against his harder. The action makes you gasp in surprise, which gives him the opportunity to delve his tongue into your mouth further.
You’re now lost. Lost in the way that his hands feel on your body. Lost in the hot, throaty groans that you’re swallowing up with your kisses. Lost in the way that he seems to know exactly where to touch; to nip; to lick; to bite. He’s starting to graze his teeth over the nape of your neck as his jaw drops open, unable to focus with your hand in his pants.
“I want to make do on what you told me last week,” you confess, shaking when Yugyeom starts to suck at a sensitive spot just under your jaw.
“Yeah? What do you wanna start with?” he asks, breath hitching when you pull his cock out of his slacks. You give it a few pumps with your hand, just to see him shiver underneath you.
“Couch,” you start, initially losing your train of thought when he starts to buck into your hand, “Want to ride you. Is that ok?”
Yugyeom groans against your skin, now damp with sweat, “Yeah, that’s- Fuck yeah, that’s way more than ok.”
His enthusiasm makes a grin spread across your face, and Yugyeom melts it away by pressing another kiss to your lips.
“Wait here,” he says, and you reluctantly slide off of his lap to allow him to move.
“And don’t worry, Bam won’t be home for another three hours at least,” he adds with a wink, and you nod.
So, you wait, only having enough time to remove your underwear from your legs, your bra, and to slip the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to gather around your hips. Once Yugyeom leaves his bedroom, he throws something at you; something small, but you catch it with ease. You recognize the familiar, square foil packet, so you rip it open with your teeth. You’re so preoccupied with getting the condom out, that he surprises you with a hand on your chin.
With a gentle nudge, you look up to see him staring down at you, the most concentrated and heated that you’ve ever seen him.
“You just gonna stand there, or you gonna lay down for me?” you smile against his lips when he leans down for a kiss.
“Have I ever told you that you’re so fucking hot when you’re bossy?” he whispers hotly, right before giving you a quick peck.
“Hmm… Can’t say that you have,” you answer as you pull at the hem of his black turtleneck, prompting him to remove it. After pulling it off with a swift tug, you push him down on the couch and swing your leg over his hips, effectively straddling him. You shift, gathering the skirt of your dress up towards your waist and rest your wet folds on his length. The simple contact is enough to make you both sigh out.
“Guess that I have to make it up to you,” he promises, looking up at you with such awe, with such reverence and love that you smile down at him, trying to show in your own way that you feel the exact same fucking way.
So, without another word, you get the condom on, allow him to push his pants down as much as possible, and slide his cock inside you. The initial stretch burns a little, but it eventually blooms into pleasure when you begin to move your hips; slow and steady, reveling in the gasp that Yugyeom lets out from underneath you.
“You know how you can make it up to me?” you ask as you plant your hands on his abdomen and grind down, “Fuck me like you promised that you would.”
He chuckles playfully in response, sliding his palms up your thighs before grasping at your ass, “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
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There’s something about it.
Maybe it’s the fact that you’re fucking in a communal space with your clothes half on; breasts hanging out of your dress, his bottoms gathered at his knees with his shirt off, but…
It’s wholly indecent. Absolutely fucking filthy, and that feeling is only intensified by the wet, slapping sounds of skin against skin, the low groans slipping out of Yugyeom’s lips, and the cries of your own pleasure. Each snap of his hips is met with your own thrusts backward, and the all-consuming assault of sensations is so… It’s so…
“Good,” you moan into the air, breath hot and sweltering against his wet lips as you lean down, “You feel so good…”
Yugyeom curses colourfully at that, confirming in your mind that he agrees with your heated statement. Doubling down, he plants his feet on the couch, wraps an arm around your waist, and bucks into you hard, causing your entire body to jolt forward in surprise. Then, he repeats the same action over and over and over until you’re so debilitated; so mindless and lightheaded that you’re forced to clutch onto the armrest for purchase.
“This what you wanted?” he asks mid-thrust, voice hoarse. His breath fans against your damp neck, temporarily cooling your warm skin.
Unable to form a sentence that would be remotely coherent, you nod vehemently, pressing your lips together in an effort to stay quiet. It only just dawned on you that you should be a little quieter, as Yugyeom lives in an apartment complex, filled with neighbours that would surely be disturbed at the ruckus you two are making.
But then, you feel his tongue slide up the curve of your neck, swirling against the skin before latching his teeth against your earlobe, nibbling gently.
“C’mon, use your words, sweetheart,” he goads you on, tightening his hold on your body as you moan at the pet name, “Tell me how good I’m being.”
Your heart flutters at that command.
Oh, you realize, he wants you to praise him.
Very well.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” you abide, and Yugyeom instantly moans at that. Just the sound of it makes you move harder against him, and the pleasure spikes so rapidly that it’s nearly impossible to keep talking. But somehow, you continue by focusing on pleasuring him.
“Fucking me exactly how I want, you feel so good…” you add, trailing off when you see Yugyeom’s eyelids flutter, mouth falling open as a moan becomes stuck in his throat. He’s trying his best to maintain eye contact but you can tell that he’s on his way to completely losing it, and his thrusts are nearing a rhythm that’s rough and uneven.
But it isn’t like you’re any better. You’re equally as overwhelmed, effectively fucked out as the pleasure relentlessly winds up, curling and tightening in your core. Both of you can’t seem to acknowledge anything in your vicinity; not the sound of the television, not the hum of the refrigerator, not even the way that the lamp flickers when Yugyeom’s hand accidentally smacks against the switch. Nothing, except for the urge to touch whatever you can reach; kiss whatever you can kiss, and the culmination of it all has you keening on top of him, walls clamping around his cock to the point of madness.
“Oh, shit,” he breaks your kiss by throwing his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing when he attempts to gasp for air, “Oh, fuck…”
It seems to you that Yugyeom is completely ignoring any potential concerns about volume because he’s getting loud. Loud, loud. As if without a care for his neighbours, Yugyeom lets out deliciously rough groans, sounding delirious and needy so incredibly hot and fuck-
“Close,” you gasp, lungs equally burning for oxygen, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He nods dumbly, squeezing his eyelids shut as he trembles underneath you.
“Sweetheart,” he moans out, loosening his arm from around your body. It causes you to let out a questioning noise, but the momentary confusion is instantly eased when his hands reach up, searching for yours.
Immediately, your heart softens as he rubs his thumb against the inside of your wrist, pausing momentarily before covering your hand with his palm. He laces your fingers together and tightens his grip, desperate and almost afraid. As if you would leave him cold and empty, just as you did a couple of months ago.
He doesn’t verbalize that insecurity. However, he makes it apparent in a different way. His facial features melt into a state of pure vulnerability and his body fully surrenders to yours, actions completely set on pleasing you and ensuring that he’s worthy of you. Worthy of your time, your mind, your words, and your body. It’s as if he’s attempting to prove himself.
And what an absurd attempt it is.
Worthy? No one understands you the way that Yugyeom does. No one makes you laugh as much as he does. No one makes you feel like this, as if your entire body is suspended midair, dangling over the edge of happiness, ecstasy, delirium, and pleasure, all at once.
No one is more worthy than he is.
And with a reassuring squeeze of his hand and a hot, searing, and desperate kiss, you try your absolute best to tell him that, all without a single word.
Then, all Yugyeom has to do is fuck into you once, twice, before you shatter on top of him, hips twitching uncontrollably as the sensation of your orgasm overwhelms your senses. Your core, slick and wet and tight, flutters around his cock with such force that he comes with a throaty half-shout. The noise crawls out of the back of his throat, and he’s so loud that he feels to need to tuck his head into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your exposed skin as his jaw drops open.
Your entire body hums with pleasure as his cock twitches inside you, slowly softening as the minutes pass. He begins to press wet kisses against your neck, and you can’t help but giggle at the entire situation.
You, lounging on top of him with your breasts spilling out of the bodice of your dress, cock still inside. Him, laying on his shared couch after being thoroughly fucked by you with his pants half off.
“I can’t believe that we had sex on my couch,” he gasps, slapping his palm against his eyes in disbelief. You laugh in response, placing strategic pecks all over his face to get him to remove his hand. Luckily, it seems to work because his eyes start to peek through the gaps of his fingers, twinkling with humour and mischief.
“Don’t tell Bam,” you remind with a smile, shifting on top of him until his slips out of you.
“I won’t tell him if you won’t tell him,” he replies, lifting up on his forearms to give you another kiss. While the urgency is gone, his lips still move with such sweet, earnest passion that your spine tingles.
“How about a shower?” he asks against your lips, breaking the kiss for just a moment.
“Only if we’re having one together,” you grin, elated when he nods in agreeance.
However, his nod is laced with a certain level of mischievousness that makes you suspicious. So suspicious in fact, that you're sure that the shower that he has in mind will be especially long.
✧✧✧
Sex in the shower was not a good idea.
Sure, it started off great. His lips against your neck, his hands finally roving all over your naked body, unhindered by the fabric of your dress. You got to marvel at all of the tattoos that decorate his body, especially appreciating the gigantic wings that sprawl across his back.
But you two got a little too enthusiastic. Perhaps it was because you two wanted to make up for lost time but the second that two shampoo bottles fell from the shower rack and hit your head, he decided to stop.
It’s ok though, because the highly spirited activities continued on his bed, after the shower.
Thank God that Bambam wasn’t home.
“Sweetheart?” Yugyeom says, interrupting your train of thought. You were absentmindedly tracing the lines of his constellation tattoo as he sat beside you, phone in hand as he scrolled through social media. He nudges you with his elbow before continuing, “Can I ask you a question?”
You nod wordlessly, leaning against his shoulder as your back sinks in his upright pillow, allowing you both to rest against the headboard.
“When did you know?” he starts, voice soft. Your brow furrows at the unspecific question, tilting your head to face him. You’re instantly met with the sight of him; hair fluffy and dishevelled and as handsome as ever. Before you can speak, his eyes already staring back at you, tender and curious.
“Know what?” you answer, shifting closer to him.
“Know that you loved me,” he replies, cheeks dusting a pale pink. Restless and antsy, his fingers search for yours underneath his comforter.
“I’m not sure,” you start, pausing when you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, “It wasn’t really a single moment. Just a lot of moments mixed together.”
You reminisce on your practices together, and how they evolved from a shitty meeting to an exchange of simple advice to simple favours to full-on concern and care. The moments that you two spent together felt intimate, more nuanced than simple friendship, and that single evolution made your heart fall for him faster than you ever anticipated.
"You just had to be so annoyingly sweet that I allowed you to worm your way into my life forever," you joke, and a cute giggle escapes him.
"Don't you worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stick by you and be as sweet and annoying as possible. That's a promise," Yugyeom grins in response, squeezing his grip on your hands. Then, he captures your gaze, pupils slightly illuminated by the single, dim lamp that rests on the nightstand beside you.
“By the way, for me, it was when you asked me to play rock paper scissor for the bill,” he admits before leaning in, pressing an achingly sweet kiss on your temple.
A quiet gasp slips from your lips at his admission, "You remember that?"
"Of course. It's where I fell in love with you. And now, it's where we had our first official date," he revels at your speechlessness, taking the chance to place a soft kiss on your temple. Once he pulls away, he's met with your eyes widened in surprise, aching with soft affection.
“My boyfriend is such a little romantic,” you whisper, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his. You find the admission so endearing that your head dips underneath his chin, kissing those cute moles that you’ve been wanting to kiss for forever.
"I guess I have to change your name on my phone now. Not sure if asshole is the most accurate description for you anymore."
“Say that again,” he requests, completely ignoring the latter portion of what you said. You make a questioning noise, so he adds in a voice a little breather than usual, “Say that I’m your boyfriend again.”
A grin spreads across your face, “You, Kim Yugyeom, are my asshole boyfriend.”
“You know what? I’ll take that,” he says, and you laugh even more, giggling through the kisses that you’re sharing with him in his bed.
And you like the sound of it too.
Kim Yugyeom. Your boyfriend.
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GOT7 Reaction - Losing Your Virginity And You Being Scared It Will Hurt After Seeing The Size Of His Penis
Post Date: 30th April 2022
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Youngjae - *He’d try and reassure you that it’ll be okay, ensuring that you’re comfortable with continuing before trying anything else*
Yugyeom - *He’d get all blushy and shy, giggling at your reaction, telling you that he’ll be breally gentle*
Mark - *He’d smile at your reaction, trying to reassure you that it’ll be okay and he’ll be slow and gentle, letting you take control of what happens*
BamBam - *He’d start to get cocky (sorry for the pun) and make jokes, but he’d make sure that you were comfortable with continuing before trying anything*
Jinyoung - *He’d try not to blush as he realises what’s happened, as he reassures you that everything will be okay*
Jaebum - *He’d smirk as he’d stand there, giving you full permission to do whatever you want with it to get used the size of it*
Jackson - *He’d pretend to be offended, making out as though you called it small, trying ot ease the tension. He’d literally be ready to do anything for you, whenever and whatever you wanted*
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All your fault.
➝ pairing: kim yugyeom x reader (ft. jackson wang)
➝ words count: 2.8k +
➝ genre/warnings: bestfriend!AU; angsty fluff; cursing, insult names
➝ summary: You just agreed to go on a date with the baddest of bad boys in town, only to find out how unpleased your best friend would be about it. Yet you end up going anyway, not knowing that this decision would turn your life upside down.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N."
Eyeing your reflection in the mirror, you spun around a few times, fastidiously checking yourself from every possible angle. Blissfully ignoring your best friend's scepsis simply because you didn't want to hear about it.
"Why not? He actually likes me. And I -- somewhat like him." Surprising yourself, you sounded way more convincing than you thought you would. However, you badly wanted this to work out, so you had no choice but to be optimistic about it. It just had to add up somehow.
"He doesn't like you, Y/N. He wants to hook the fuck up with you." He plopped onto his bed, an inaudible sigh escaping his lips. Yugyeom was still hoping for you to change your mind, even though he knew you well enough to know better. Once you set your mind on something, it is nearly impossible for anyone to persuade you otherwise. "Don't you think you can find someone better?"
Yugyeom never made any secret about the fact of disliking the other guy. In fact, he hated him more than words could tell. Within the shortest time, he realized Jackson had a thing for you since he became aware of how the other looked at you every goddamn time. It was infuriating.
"Someone better than Jackson fricking Wang? You have to be kidding," you giggled. He was simply star-prize, considering the fact that every girl in this forsaken town had a crush on him. Being the handsome guy he was, Jackson also had the exemplary bad-boy image. He was absolutely aware of all his fangirls, infallibly knowing he simply had to flick his fingers to get what he wanted from them. Other guys either hated or worshipped him. There was no in-between.
Yugyeom clearly was part of the first branch. Why did this jack-ass have to cast an eye on you, of all people? His very best friend, the girl who belonged to him already? Okay, if he was being honest with himself, you weren't precisely his girl, but still. He had to protect you from getting your heart broken by such a pea brain.
"You could do so much better," he muttered, more to himself than you, but you sensate it anyway. Trying to act like you haven't heard him, you checked your mirror image one last time.
Satisfied with what you took in, you whirl around to face your best friend. "Okay, I'm ready. Wish me luck?" Glaring at Yugyeom, you just hoped he would end up accepting your decision to go on a date with Jackson.
Yugyeom got up on his feet again, steadily approaching you, to come to a still right in front of you. "I can't make you change your mind, right?"
You slightly smiled at him, shaking your head in silence.
"Good luck then," he mumbled, trying his best to return that smile of yours. His giant frame almost entirely wrapped around yours once he pulled you into a hug. Arms twisted around your waist, Yugyeom was holding you close, almost as if he didn't want to let you go. The tip of his nose hiding in your cherry fragrantly hair, he closed his eyes, trying to calm the fuck down again.
"Just don’t -- I mean, be careful, will ya? Don't rush anything just because you think you have to," he added in all seriousness, making you giggle in amusement.
"It's not my first date, Yug. I know what I'm doing," you assured, trying to let go of him while he still held you close. For a split second, it felt weird being this near to him. Were you imagining things, or was he acting whimsically?
"O-kay... but call me if you need to, okay? I'll be there in no time, beating his ass up if I need to."
You chuckled, freeing yourself from him to pinch his cheek. "You're too cute. Thanks for worrying about me, but you really need to chill out."
The constrained smile on his face washed away at your words. Cute? He was fucking worried about you and simply couldn't handle the thought of you being touched by Jackson. Or any other guy. In fact, he felt sick thinking about it, unable to take his mind off of this picture in his head.
Later that night, you being gone for hours at this point, he was going crazy about you. Yugyeom couldn't think straight anymore, rambling around in his room. He couldn't help but think of you two, hiding in a dark alley, making out with each other, hips grinding against one another, Jackson‘s toxic lips all over your neck. Every attempt to distract himself ran dry, only making him lose his mind even more.
He realized he should've never let you go in the first place. But how the hell could he have done that without blurting out how he actually felt for you at this point? Did he have a choice? The thought of you being with someone else was killing him. Said someone being Jackson only made it unbearable.
His thorax was on fire, a dreadful pain spreading all over his body, almost making him throw up. There was no way he would sit this out. He had to do something. Anything.
The next second, Yugyeom was rushing out of his apartment, jumping into his car to kick off the engine. Tires screeching, he pulled out of the driveway to zoom away, exactly knowing where he would find you.
Reaching his destination fifteen minutes later, he almost fell out of his car, his long legs striding along to enter the location hurriedly. Yugyeom's eyes darted around, only to spot you sitting in a booth at the corner of this location. Jackson's arm wrapped around your shoulders to hold you close to him, his lips brushing your ear while he purred something into your ear, making you giggle.
Yugyeom felt sick again. This time he actually had to choke unintentionally. How could he have let you go? You just belonged to him!
Making a bee-line for you, he was standing right at your booth within no time, catching your attention immediately. Your heart dropped into your guts as you glanced at him, perceiving the worried expression on his face.
"Yug?" you voiced, making the other look up to him as well. "What are you doing here?"
Trying to catch his breath, he was eyeing both of you for a moment. Apparently, he was interrupting something, yet he only felt relieved for not walking in on you actually making out. Otherwise, his heart would have been shattered into tiny little pieces.
"Can I -- talk to you for a second?" Without awaiting an answer, he reached for your palm, making you raise up in one swift movement. You tripped over his shoes, almost stumbling into Yugyeom's arms unwittingly.
Jackson jumped up from his seat, trying to stare the other down. "Get lost," he hissed between clenched teeth, his jawline twitching aggressively.
"It's okay. I'll be right back, okay?" You placed your hand on his chest, trying to calm him down. "Why don't you get another round for us while I sort this out?"
Jackson blinked at you, apparently calming down a little. "Sure thing, babe. Don't make me wait for too long, tho!"
Yugyeom rolled his eyes at the other, pulling you in his direction on your wrist. "Yeah, just rot here while waiting for her. Babe!" he grumbled at Jackson, giving him no time to reply anything. Soon after, he left the location with you tripping right behind him.
"What the hell?" you beefed, breaking away from Yugyeom's tight grip. "Did you lose your goddamn mind?"
He gave off an audible sigh, turning around to face you with a self-mocking smirk on his lips. "Probably," he shortly replied before he spun around again.
You blinked in confusion, unsure of what was happening here. Yugyeom seemed different tonight; something was definitely off.
His tall silhouette wandered around on a small spot, seemingly arguing with himself in silence. Slender fingers ran through his onyx-black hair, messing it up. His owner most likely couldn't care less since he was busy with whatever chaos was going on in his head right now.
"Yugyeom-ah!" you whined, taking a step towards him. "Tell me what the fuck you're doing here. Now!"
He lowered his head, black hair strains falling into his face while he closed his eyes, smirking to himself anew in order to bite his lower lip. The bright moonlight turned this simple act into an extraordinarily lewd scene, causing your mind to spin for a second. No doubt, Yugyeom was a magnificent human being, but he was your best friend after all. You plainly shouldn't find him... sexy. However, your knees got a little weak while glancing at him at this very moment.
"Just come home with me," he finally spoke. His lowered gaze, brows furrowed, causing the heart inside your ribcage to flutter. "Let's get outta here, Y/N."
"Home? Now?" Searching for the right words inside your head, you opened your mouth again to close it a few seconds after. "But -"
"I really don't care about that ass-head," he grumbled, his palm pointing in Jackson's direction. "Let's just -- leave."
"Well, I care about him tho!"
Yugyeom chuckled while shaking his head. "No, you don't."
Baffled by his words, you blinked uncontrollably. "What?"
"To be honest, I really thought you liked him. I had no idea what you saw in him, like, literally, no clue. But I just don't believe you actually care about him. I just can't." Taking yet another step towards you, he was gaining some confidence again. "And if you're being honest with yourself, you know I'm right."
Unable to reply in any way, you just glanced at him. You blushed under his intense gaze in order to look away at some point.
"We both know you deserve better."
Suddenly your heart was beating a lot faster, even though you tried to deny it was caused by your best friend, who was incidentally messing with your head at this point.
"I'll be fine, Yug." Your shaky voice revealed how flustered you were. "Stop worrying so much. I can take care of myself."
He let out a deep sigh, throwing his head back in frustration. "You really don't get it? I don't want you to be alone with him! Please, Y/N, I'm begging you. Let's go!"
"No, Yugyeom-ah, you don't get it! I figured I needed this. So, please, just let me go back inside. Please."
"Bullshit!" he hissed between gritted teeth. "Fuck, he doesn't deserve being around you. You're too good for him. You have to be aware of that. Right?"
Feeling a big knot in your throat, you tried your best to stand your point. You needed Jackson - that wasn't even a lie. You were simply in need of him differently than Yugyeom might have thought. Too bad you couldn't explain yourself, so you had to stay vague.
"What's behind all this? Since when are you falling for fake guys like Jackson?"
"Yug, please. I can't. Just -- let me go back inside."
"The hell am I doing that!" He bit his lower lip again, clearly having too much fun to challenge you. Again you didn't know how to respond, being too overwhelmed by everything right now. "I'm not driving home without you."
"Well, then you'll better get in your fucking car while you wait for me, 'cause I'm going back inside now, and it's gonna get freezing cold out here."
Spinning on your heel, you mistakenly thought you ended this conversation now, just to be pulled back by your wrist once more. Full of verve, you crashed into Yugyeom's arms, your face hitting his collarbone while he was gripping you by your waist.
Your eyes were squeezed shut the moment he had taken you by surprise. Dumbfound by what just happened and absolutely overwhelmed by the sudden closeness to him, your body was trembling.
Why hadn't he let you go? Everything could've been so easy if he’d just let you go back inside.
Gently placing his fingers underneath your chin, Yugyeom made you raise your head to look at him. His palm was moving to your cheek, fingertips dancing over your heated, crimson skin.
Every so slowly, you glanced at him. His caramel-brown eyes hypnotized you, his stare making it impossible for you to move a muscle. You held your breath, unable to say or do anything.
"You belong to me, Y/N." His voice was low and intense, giving you goosebumps. For a moment, you just stood there, trying to comprehend what he just said and what this actually meant.
"I tried to be happy for you. I tried to convince myself it's gonna be okay and that it was best if you would go on a date with another guy. I really did."
At this point, your traitor-heart was beating so god damn fast that it almost jumped out of your chest. Your body was still shaking. All of the sensations had been too much to handle a long time ago.
You knew Yugyeom for your whole life now, spending almost all of your time with him, no matter what. Of course, you had been close to him countless times already, but this simply was a whole new concept. Everything felt so different now.
"Yugyeom-ah –"
"It's okay," he mumbled, trying his best to smile at you. His lips unintentionally brushed yours, giving off sparks. "You don't have to say anything. I just hope you'll come with me, now that you know. Please, don't make me suffer even more."
Still staring at him, you haven't even blinked once. You felt petrified, unable to function propperly. There was so much you wanted to say, but not a single syllable crossed your lips.
Yugyeom's grip loosened a little as he tried to let go of you. You, however, followed your instincts by pressing yourself against him and clinging to his collar.
"Don't let go of me," you breathed, barely audible to him.
"What are you doing?" Now he was the one being confused and highly overwhelmed. He was so sure you would turn him down after confessing to you, yet you seemed to do the exact opposite.
Tippytoeing, your face was approaching his, lips brushing against one another once more. Your eyes closed already, thoroughly anticipating what was about to happen now.
"Kiss me."
And, not missing a beat, he did.
One hand traveled to your neck shortly before his soft, plush lips finally locked with yours. Yugyeom was kissing you ever so tenderly, making your stomach tingle most beautifully. Butterflies did somersaults in your belly, the tingling sensation spreading all over your body. You felt a pleasant warmth inside your chest while you felt him smiling into the kiss. His free arm curled around your waist while you clung to the collar of his shirt even more.
Your blood rushed through your veins once he deepened the kiss, causing your knees to turn into jelly. Trying to stay on your tiptoes, you pulled his shirt down to you, exposing his collarbones to the cold midnight air, causing him goosebumps.
Although you both never wanted this kiss to end, you needed to catch your breath at one point. Yugyeom was slightly pulling away from you, still holding you close. His forehead rested on yours while he was drowning in your sparkling eyes.
"You still wanna go back to that jerk?"
Chuckling at his words, you slightly shook your head. "He's probably in good company by now. I'd rather leave with you now."
Grinning from one ear to the other, Yugyeom was pecking your lips again. "So... you don't actually want to be with him?"
"No, doofus. I never wanted to be with him, to begin with."
He gave you a questioning eye, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. Yet he still couldn't figure out what all of this was about.
"I only went on this stupid date to distract myself from what I really wanted." You lowered your head, but he made you look up instantly. "I felt so stupid for falling in love with my best friend. I was in denial. Obviously."
Now it was him, chuckling at your words. "If you'd just said something. Anything. I was freaking out the second you left my room. It was pure torture."
"I'm so sorry," you whispered, pulling his face close again. "I had no idea."
"It's okay. It was all worth it. You are worth it." You felt soft kisses all over your face, making the butterflies rise again. "You are my everything. Always have been."
His words made you grin happily. "So -- how about leaving now? Take me home."
"That's been the plan all along."
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Kim Yugyeom in my dreams pt.2
Yugyeom and I were walking down the street together. It was a kind of landscaped and quite green park where there were not too many people. The weather felt cool, the sky was whitish, and the sun was shining slightly through the clouds. Even so, you could sense spring or a summer morning, since we were wearing short sleeves.
He was walking a little behind me, but at one point, he put his arm around my shoulders and kept walking and laughing with me. However, the feeling of his arm crossing my back, made me feel a little tingling and a certain sensation of comfort.
It's funny, whenever I dream about Yugyeom, it's not clear what kind of relationship we have. It never seems like we're a couple, but the sexual tension is in the air. Friends with benefits I guess.
As we walked, the connection between us became more intense. I put my hand around his waist and then he took my only free hand. We were completely intertwined.
Despite everything, I was still a little ahead, so I could feel his pectoral (which felt very strong) in the upper part of my back.
Yugyeom felt very affectionate and funny and we had a great time, so he started joking when he noticed that for a second, I leaned on his chest and then turned my gaze a little to see the magnificence of his pecs.
He then started pulling his shirt up higher and higher while I laughed and told him to stop (obviously wishing he would actually take it all off).
However, this whole situation was interrupted by the sudden presence of my grandmother, who had a board game box in her hand and was asking Yugyeom very concerned how to play it.
Yugyeom kindly went to explain the rules to her and at that moment I woke up.
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Okay so I have a shitload of requests for Day6 and Guki was the Day6 admin so those requests are gonna be deleted due to me not having even the slightest feeling for who they are as people. If it were under any other circumstance I would be happy to recruit a Day6 admin but this is ultimately my decision and my blog so we are gonna start over with that specific area. As of right now, requests are closed but I'm gonna look over what we had in the drafts and see what I can get back into and push out for you guys in order to stay relevant.
I am partial to got7 as they are my BG but I would be willing to try my hand at say, Monsta X or EXO. BTS is not totally out of the question but I AM super rusty at solo writing. I am a thousand percent sure it's gotten a lot better over the years but I think it's gonna be a process getting back into it for sure. I would also be willing to explore SVT in the future but as of now, as mentioned above, I am keeping requests closed for the time being. I would imagine I could get a few things done before the new year and start to open reqs again.
In the meantime, I want y'all to know how grateful I am to be able to come back to this blog and do what I can to make up for that massive absence I had, and if anyone wants to request got7 stuff on my main blog you can do so here.
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Title: A Field of Dandelions
Genre: Angst, fluff
Pairing: Yugyeom x f!Reader
Fandom: GOT7
Movie: From Up on Poppy Hill
Word Count: 2100
Warnings: None
Summary: Yugyeom is pretty cute and also pretty dumb. He keeps getting into accidents and you keep having to save him from them. When the two of you go to support a mutual friend, perhaps your relationship will bloom even more.
This story is written for 2022′s Ghibli Collab. The masterlist is here! :)
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"What did you do now?” you ask your classmate, Yugyeom, without even looking up from the book you were currently reading in the school library. You had heard his footsteps stop right behind you and his breathing on your neck.
You can hear his foot stomp and you just know there’s a pout on his face. “How come you always ask that? I don’t get into trouble that much.” You still don’t look up, but your mouth twists into a smirk and Yugyeom stomps his foot again. He may look the part, but he definitely doesn’t act like an upperclassman. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Then what is–” your sentence gets cut off as you look up and gape at Yugyeom. He’s currently holding a piece of a ripped shirt to his chin with a sheepish grin on his face. “Didn’t do anything my ass,” you whisper-scream, currently aware of how the librarian is giving the two of you a warning look.
“I didn’t, (Y/N),” Yugyeom whines. “I was playing frisbee with Jungkook and he accidentally threw it in my face.” You stare at him and he whines again.
“Did you go to the nurse?” Yugyeom shakes his head and you immediately reconsider your friendship with the boy. “Alright, come on. Let’s get you some gauze.” You leave your book on the table and grab Yugyeom’s hand, pulling him out of the library and down the hall.
“I’m really fine, (Y/N), you worry too much.” Yugyeom’s voice is light and you honestly can’t understand how you came to be friends with him, much less how you manage to deal with him and his almost daily accidents. It’s a strange pairing, as your grandmother would say, but you couldn’t help but care for him in your own way, just as he does for you.
The nurse isn’t in right now, but you know the place well enough thanks to Yugyeom’s antics that you find the gauze fairly quickly, pressing it to Yugyeom’s chin with a shake of your head. “Let me find a bandage, all right? Then you’re going to sit right here and wait for the nurse.” You continue scolding, but Yugyeom just smiles at you with such a dopey look on his face that you kind of want to smack him.
To your credit, thankfully, you don’t and press gauze to his room before turning to go back to the library. You can expect Yugyeom to find you again at some point. After all, for as long as you’ve been friends with him, he always seeks you out first. You swear you can no longer remember a time when you weren’t bothered by Kim Yugyeom. Though, you suppose it’s not really bothersome anymore.
After so much time spent with him, you can’t help but develop feelings for him. Call it cliche, call it dumb love, but you feel in your heart that you want to spend your whole life with him. And yet, you dare not make a move. Despite being a clumsy buffoon and always hanging out with you, Yugyeom also happened to be very popular because of one of his…dumber stunts. He really is like the protagonist in one of the cringey romance novels you keep under your mattress.
It’s not like the whispers in the groups of girls bother you, but you can’t help but think that maybe you don’t really match with him. He’s handsome, popular, and stupidly funny. You’re the class loner, the handful of friends you have are either similar to you or they hang out with Yugyeom. A handful of people had tried to get to Yugyeom through you, but were either rejected by Yugyeom or too sick of pretending to like you to continue faking it.
But sometimes, you just aren’t sure if Yugyeom returns your feelings. He seeks you out, but never speaks to you any differently than he speaks to his friend. Sometimes you catch him staring at you, but sometimes he just plain ignores you. You can’t understand what’s going on, and at this point, you don’t think you want to. You’ll just be content with being his friend. Plus, you have more important things to think about.
After being away on a no-children vacation, your parents would be returning to the house in a few weeks. Your older sister is having a graduation party. You’re also studying for exams.
Basically, you have no time to do anything other than patching up Yugyeom from time to time, but oh how you wish you did. Sometimes, you catch yourself at your desk thinking about his smile and you always shake your head to rid yourself of these intrusive thoughts. Your family and friends have caught onto your behaviour. Hell, even Jinyoung, Yugyeom’s best friend, has noticed your behavioural change.
You don’t know how to deal with it, but your sister thinks she knows exactly what you need. And so, she invites Yugyeom to her graduation party. You would kill her, but thankfully Yugyeom will bring Jinyoung along so it won’t be totally embarrassing. Plus, you’ll be busy helping set up and entertain the guests.
As the guests arrive, you can feel Yugyeom’s eyes on you, but when you turn to look at him he just blows his straw paper at you. So childish, really. How are you even able to stand him, much less crush on him?
And yet, you can’t help but find yourself smiling at him when he looks away or laughing when he makes the worst joke you’ve ever heard in your life. And maybe, just maybe, you will gather up the courage to ask him out this week.
You can’t stop thinking about it, and you’ve gotten noticeably more airheaded. Everyone has noticed…except for Yugyeom. You’d be shocked that he hasn’t noticed, but then again, it’s Yugyeom. That boy is as observant as a rock.
“(Y/N),” you can hear Yugyeom call out as you are about to head home from school on a rainy but warm day, “wait up! I wanna ask you something.” You turn, head tilted as you wait for him to catch up to you, his umbrella jostling with every step he takes.
When he reaches you, you offer a smile and wait patiently as he catches his breath. “Hey, do you want to go to Seoul with me and Jinyoung?”
You blink once, twice, and then your jaw drops. “Seoul?” Yugyeom offers a lopsided grin. “Why on earth are you two going to Seoul? It’s over two hours there and back!”
Yugyeom laughs. “The principal wants to shut down the debate club and Jinyoung would rather die than let that happen. So he’s going to Seoul to appeal to the school chairman, and I’ve been dragged along. Would you want to come? It’ll be this weekend.”
Your schedule is pretty tight, but you take one look at Yugyeom’s questioning eyes and fold. “I…I think I can make it. I’ll confirm with you guys after I ask my grandma. Which bus are we taking?” He beams and immediately pulls out his notebook, letting the umbrella tip and get his back wet in the process, and writes down the bus station and time. He hands you the slip of paper and runs off, leaving you watching his figure disappear with a soft smile on your face.
Later that evening, you bring up the idea at the dinner table. Your grandmother almost immediately says no, but your sister is the number one fan of you and Yugyeom’s possible relationship, so she butters up your grandma.
In the end, you’re allowed to go just as long as you don’t separate from the two others that would be going as well. When you call Yugyeom with the news, he cheers so happily that your cheeks heat up just from the sound of it and your sister gives you a knowing glance.
Time flies until you reach the bus station, grinning at the boys waiting for you. Jinyoung offers you a wave but Yugyeom bounces over to you and squeezes you in a hug. “This is exciting,” he proclaims and both you and Jinyoung roll your eyes at each other in mock annoyance. “I’ve never been on a bus before. Have you?”
“He’s been asking that every five minutes, (Y/N), don’t entertain him,” Jinyoung laughs. “Come on, the bus is here now.” The three of you climb into the packed bus, clinging tightly to each other’s jacket sleeves in case they lose each other. The bus ride is unglamourous, tiring, and you’re pretty sure you’ve accidentally fallen asleep a couple times as Jinyoung and Yugyeom try to usher you into a seat multiple times.
It’s in the last thirty minutes of the trip that you finally relent and slide into a seat to catch a quick nap, although it doesn’t last long. Yugyeom pokes at your shoulder to wake you up, helping you to your feet to start the trek towards the chairman’s office building. Unfortunately, since Jinyoung was the only one who made the appointment and Yugyeom decided to come after the fact, the two of you had to wait in the lobby while Jinyoung went up by himself.
You kick your legs out as far as they will go and lead your head back on the wall. You have no idea how long the meeting will take, so you’re ready to just close your eyes and sleep again. But Yugyeom has other plans. “(Y/N), do you think Jinyoung will succeed?”
“I don’t know. I hope he does, and he definitely has the capabilities to persuade the chairman, but I don’t know,” you respond without opening your eyes. Yugyeom is silent for a little more and you think maybe you can finally get to sleep, when—
“Are you okay with me being your friend?” This time you open your eyes and you can see Yugyeom looking over at you curiously in your peripheral vision. “I mean– I know you enjoy talking to me, but sometimes I wonder if I bother you. Let me know if I do? I don’t want to see you end up hating me.”
This time you turn to fully stare at Yugyeom, but he’s turned his head away again and is now busying himself with a magazine on the nearby table. He doesn’t want you to continue the conversation, and you will respect his wishes for now, although his words replay in your head for a long while.
It’s been about forty minutes when Jinyoung finally returns with a bright grin on his face. You know the result before he even opens his mouth to announce “The debate club will still go on”. He’s undeniably happy and pulls both you and Yugyeom into a tight hug. “Thanks for coming, you two. I really appreciate it.”
You smile back at him, clapping him on the back. “I’m glad you did it, Jinyoung. I’m sure the debate club will be happy to hear the news too.” Jinyoung smiles back, glee evident on his face.
“Thank you, (Y/N). I really appreciate your support.” He pauses, glancing at the clock on the wall. “I do have to get going, though. My mom wants me to see my older brother before I go. You remember him, right? Jaebeom?”
You nod. It’s hard not to remember the tall, handsome man that had attended your sister’s graduation party. “Have fun. I have to catch the bus home since my grandma doesn’t want me spending too much time here.”
“I’ll walk you to the stop, (Y/N),” Yugyeom interjects and Jinyoung nods, pleased with the arrangement.
The walk there is quiet, neither of you want to break the silence with words, and Yugyeom lets you walk on the inside of the sidewalk. When you reach the stop, the bus isn’t there and you look at Yugyeom with a gentle smile on your face “I don’t hate you,” you say, and Yugyeom snaps his head towards you. “In fact, it’s quite the opposite.”
Yugyeom stares, and he has nothing to say, not even when the bus rolls up. Your smile tightens, and you turn to step on the bus when he grabs at your arm. “Me too.”
You only get to stare at him as the bus closes behind you and Yugyeom waves, then turns away. It looks like you’re going to have to have another conversation when you see him next, you decide as you pay for your ticket. You settle into your seat, heart racing, and sigh happily at how the day turned out.
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I Feel The Light, You Calling My Name (AO3 Novel)
Where Hyunae and Sooae are sisters in a Soulmate AU and two ordinary college graduates trying to land their dream jobs.
But what happens when Sooae- who’s been waiting and wishing for her soulmate her entire life- finds out her perfect match is the famous kpop idol, Bang Chan?
And what happens when Hyunae- who was never interested in soulmates and never wanted it- unwillingly stumbles upon Kim Yugyeom, forced to fight against her own instincts?
Group: Stray Kids/Got7/Solo
Pairing: Yugyeom/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Hyunae), Chan/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Sooae)
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Sexual Content, Supernatural Elements, Cheating... (additional tags/warnings on official AO3 post)
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Just another promotional piece for my other story "I Feel The Light, You Calling My Name" 🎹😏
This is my first attempt at a Soulmate AU story, and there's a lot of original lore created so I could make the story my own (which I was super nervous about hehe) 😊📚 but I had so much fun with it!
If you like any of my additional works on here, please feel free to read the story!
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