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joon-xbts · 2 years

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Forgive Me (Kim Yugyeom)

Artist: Kim Yugyeom Genre: Smut

High school… Everyone has their own definition of how their experience was. A word to describe mine so far would have to be “rollercoaster”. It’s great one moment and then the next it’s a total disaster. One minute I’m the happiest I have ever been and the next moment my entire world crashes down right in front of me. Three years just gone as if they had meant nothing and the worst part is that the person who caused it all seems to not even care.

Seulgi: Come on Y/N, it’s been three months. It’s time that you move on

Irene: She’s right, you can’t let this get to you

You: I can’t just let three years with him go

Seulgi: But you also can’t just let it ruin your life either. This is our Senior year, we should be living it up and instead you’re still hung up on a guy who clearly doesn’t want to be with you anymore

Irene: It’s time you get back out there, just enjoy being single for a while and who knows maybe one day a nice guy will come along and sweep you off your feet

You: I don’t know if I can, it’s been three years since I was last single

Seulgi: Which is why you’re gonna need some help from us but you’ll be fine

Irene: That’s why we’re gonna hit the club tonight, try to get you back into the element of being single

I’m not left with much choice to protest against it, their minds are made up. I just sigh and glance around the cafeteria, my eyes instantly catching his staring back at me.

Seulgi: Yah Kim Yugyeom! Look elsewhere you jerk!!

Our eye contact didn’t last much longer after that, I watch as he quickly gathers his things and leaves.

Irene: The nerve of him

I quietly avert my gaze back to the girls and sigh. Maybe I do need this, it’s about time I move on.

-Time Skip-

Seulgi: Oh my god I love your dress!

You: Really? It’s not too short

Seulgi: Girl you’re single, you can wear short things now

Irene: That’s how you get a guy’s attention. They always tend to notice a girl in a tight short dress

You: I’m gonna go get some more to drink, you guys want anything?

Seulgi: I think we’re good for right now

I turn and begin to weave myself through the crowd and towards the bar. Just like the girls said I drew in almost every guy’s attention as I sat at the bar awaiting my drink. A few even offered to pay for my drink and offered to treat me to a good time later. One guy really stood out to me however, he didn’t hit on me like the rest. He was a complete gentleman and just wanted a conversation with me, to which we enjoyed as we drank. It wasn’t until the liquor hit me that I mustered up the courage to ask him for a dance. I smiled to myself as we made our way to the dance floor, swaying our bodies to the music as soon as we found a spot. Everything just seemed to melt away as we danced. Any thought of Yugyeom or feelings I had just seemed to melt away as I danced with this complete stranger. It wasn’t until his arm snaked around my waist that everything flooded back to me and I felt the sudden urge to cry. I couldn’t help but remember how Yugyeom held me close to him whenever we were together and always said that he would do anything to make me happy. Yet here I was drunk and trying to drown myself in the presence of a stranger, hoping that he’ll help me forget but he only helps remind me that Yugyeom is gone.

Man: You want another drink?

You: Yes please

I don’t even notice him leave until I actually process the fact that he is no longer standing in front of me. That’s when I realize that I’m alone…. again. It’s when a presence is felt in front of me again that I look up but instead of being met with the strange man I am met with the same man who I can’t get out of my head.

You: Yugyeom?

Yugyeom: What are you doing here? And dressed like that, are you out of your mind?

I mindlessly watch as he takes off his jacket and attempts to wrap it around my waist before I process everything and shove his hands away.

You: I can dress however I want!

Yugyeom: So you can dress like a whore?!

You: If that’s how I want to dress then I can! We’re not together anymore Yugyeom, I can dress however and do whatever I feel like

Yugyeom: So that’s how you feel

You: Yeah, now if you’ll excuse me I’m waiting for someone

I watch as he shakes his head and slowly disappears into the crowd. As soon as he is out of sight I break down, the tears I had been holding in painted my face as I unraveled. It took a few moments before the man returned with our drinks and by that point I had cleaned myself up a bit and calmed down.

Man: You okay?

You: Yeah, I could just really use a drink

As soon as the drink was placed in my hand it was downed and I found myself heading back to the bar for a few more. Once again as I felt the liquor hit, I was numbed, the man’s touch wasn’t known to me. All I knew was that I was moving my body to the beat. After a while I found myself making my way to the bathroom. It wasn’t long after I had been in there that I heard the door locking and I turn to see Yugyeom standing by the door.

You: What are you doing in here? This is the girls’ bathroom

Yugyeom: Do you have any idea how bad it hurts me to see you dancing with another man? Watching as he touches you like I used to

You: Why would it hurt you? You’re the one who broke up with me remember

Yugyeom: I still love you, I didn’t have much choice

You: What do you mean you didn’t have a choice?

Yugyeom: My dad threatened to kick me out if I didn’t leave you. I made a huge mistake, and it kills me everyday

I had nothing to say. I tried to form any kind of words that might make sense, but nothing came.

Yugyeom: Can you forgive me?

You: I don’t know

Yugyeom: I’ve been a wreck without you

I scoff.

You: That’s a funny joke

Yugyeom: I’m not joking

You: Well, I don’t believe a word that you’re saying right now. Even if it were true, you still chose something else over me. If you truly loved me, you would have chosen me, you knew that you always had a place to stay when you were with me

He stays silent and I chuckle.

You: Exactly

I push my way past him and head for the door, instantly feeling him gripping my arm.

Yugyeom: Please don’t leave, I can’t lose you

You: You already lost me, now if you’ll excuse me I have somebody waiting for me

Yugyeom: You really think that he could replace me? Make you feel as good as I made you feel?

A smirk forms on his lips as his body moves to pin me against the door. His hands can be felt roaming down my body, leaving my skin burning with desire. His touch was toxic and addicting. I yearned for more, yet I still felt angry at him for what he had done. I battled with myself as I tried not to give in to my desires. His lips moved to my neck as he planted kiss after kiss, trailing down to my cleavage and back up. He had a way of driving me crazy with just his touch. As he moved in to press a kiss to my lips I turned away before his hand moved my face back towards his.

Yugyeom: Don’t fight it babe, I know you miss my touch and how good my c*ck can make you feel

I groan and eventually give in, letting his lips ravage my own. The music echoed throughout the bathroom as our bodies molded together, his clothed member pressing firmly against my womanhood. My hands moved to cup his bulge as I palmed him through his tight-fitting pants, listening as he groaned at my touch.

Yugyeom: God, I want you

You: Then take me

His hands instantly hooked my legs as he lifted me off the ground and carried me to the sink, placing me roughly down on the counter as he began undoing his pants. I watched steadily as he moved my underwear to the side and slid his member into my soaked cavern, slightly stretching me as he inched his way in. My hands instantly clutched the side of the counter as I tried to distract myself from the pain. Taking notice of my actions Yugyeom’s lips were pressed to mine as another opportunity to distract me from the pain. He gently began moving, taking his time as he let me adjust before I gave him a signal that I had. His movements sped up as he found a rhythm. Our moans echoed throughout the bathroom briefly before they were muffled by the change in music. His hands gripped the counter as he slammed himself in me over and over again, soon finding my sweet spot that left me arching my back. He took that as his chance to attack my neck, sucking at the bare skin presented before him. I could feel every inch of him, from the rock-hard c*ck that was buried within my cavern to the sweat that dripped down from his soaked hair. This was the feeling I had missed the most, the one time that I could truly feel him and not just in the sexual way. I could feel his heartbeat through his fingertips and could feel him tremble with each breath he took. My body tensed as the knot in my stomach grew, soon reaching its limit as I unraveled under Yugyeom. He kept a consistent pace and soon found himself unraveling, releasing his seed deep inside of me. Everything grew quiet between us as we pulled ourselves together. He gently helped me off the counter and back onto wobbly feet.

Yugyeom: So, do you forgive me now?

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pennyluna · 2 months

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SECRET FRIENDS - Min Yoongi- One Shot

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 18+🔞 (FT.. Jungkook, Mingyu, Hobi, Jimin, Yugyeom)

Wordcount: 2.164 ❤️

Genre: Same friend group Au - Secret friends Au - Secret siatuationship Au

Warning: This story contains strong language and VERY Spicy/sexual content. Be aware before reading.

After a couple of weeks of thinking, I decided to bring my best friend Cassie into my secret circle of friends, it had felt weird not tell her about it before, only the secret wasn't only mine but today I received a message from Jungkook, inviting me to a little weekend away in the countryside , he felt bad that I was keeping a secret from my best friend so he said II could bring her along.

So here we are dropping our stuff in one of the bedrooms. My friend is a little mad at me because I didn't give her a heads up on who she was going to be meeting and because she is embarrassed she was wearing her Mingyu Tshirt when she actually shook Mingyu's hand. In my defence, I did not see it under her jean jacket and Mingyu did find it funny.

Hobi is preparing the food shopping list so he can go with Jimin and Yugyeom to the supermarket, we are in a pretty small town so not many people would pay much attention to them.

Mingyu and Jungkook were thinking about drinks but decided to make a tik tok video of a new dance while making Cassie record it. I knew they were going to get along and I am glad they are.

I met Jungkook a while back while I was volunteering at an animal shelter, we clicked talking about animals, we became friends and soon he introduced me to some of his friends a few of them aren't here because of their busy schedule... There is one in particular that I am waiting for.. I haven't seen him in a while and I know he is going to be here but I can't wait. Min Yoongi and I talked often when we were at the same gatherings, we had some things in common and he would make sure I felt comfortable and included, one conversation lead to another until one day we were celebrating Jungkook's birthday and after some drinks we ended up sleeping together. I felt incredibly guilty at the thought of ruining this new found friendship so I avoided Yoongi until we met again at a different gathering and we ended up slept together again, we decided to just keep it at that even though I caught feelings.

"Yoongi Hyun is almost here!" Jungkook yells from the kitchen bar, looking at me with a smirk. He knows about us, against his own will like he likes to say. He walked in on us doing the deed once when he thought Yoongi was alone in his room. Yoongi had to buy him a full box of banana milk as bribe for his silence and another one as payment for his trauma.

"Staaaup" I mouth at him while he laughs at my sudden blush.

I hear voices outside and I recognize his, he is greeting the boys that are on their way to the super market... I stay on the couch acting as nonchalant as possible but my heart is racing and I am sure it skips a couple of beats as soon as I feel him bend over the couch to level to my ear and whisper "Hello beautiful.. its been a while!" I can smell his scent and feel his breath on my skin. I don't turn to look at him because I am sure our lips would connect and I have missed him so much, I don't think I would be able to stop at just a kiss.

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We had dinner and drink outside and now we are playing games, Cassie and the boys are getting along and she is smiling so much, I am worried her chicks will fall! We watch Jimin dance like a chicken as a dare for loosing at the latest game, Jungkook keeps winning and we are all obviously teaming up to make him loose at least once. Yoongi and I keep stealing glances at each other and my stomach keeps fluttering every time he smiles at me and I worry that the longer we keep seeing each other the more painful it will be for me when it ends. When he told me that he was coming this weekend, he also said we had to talk and I feel it is about ending it.

MYG<3 : should we retire soon?

Me: I don't want to leave Cassie alone.

MYG<3 : She will be fine.

MYG<3 : I want to be alone with you.

Fuck. He wants to have that talk now. I take a break from replying to his messages. I am not ready but better now than later I guess. I tell Cassie that I will go inside for a while to make a phone call to my parents, those usually last long so she wont get worry if I'm gone for a while.

Me: Okay, lets.

MYG<3 : You go first.

I waited for Yoongi on the second floor, once we were in his room we made small talk, its unbearable and I am feeling awkward so I decide to kick start the more serious conversation.

"So we should talk..." I start but he cuts my sentence with a kiss. I push him back a little putting my hands on his chest to keep the distance. He frowns at me with an inquisitive look.

"What's wrong?" he says placing a hand on my chick while tilting his head.

I think about pushing for the serious conversation but then think about how this will probably be the last time we are this close together, about how I might regret not enjoying him like this one last time and before I can change my mind I close the distance between us and our mouths clash. I expect him to stop me but instead he deepens the kiss and that's all I need to know before I start walking backwards to the bed maintaining eye contact and unbuttoning my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. Yoongi takes his clothes and walks to help me out of my hoodie leaving me in my underwear and biting his lips once he noticed I hadn't been wearing a bra!

He pushes me into the bed and gets on top of me, kissing me deeply and moving his hands freely around my body. I can feel his hard cock when he presses his crotch against mine. His mouth moves around my face and then my neck, following a trail towards my breast and I cant seem to control my breathing or my racing heart. My head is cloudy, run by pure deep lust, the same one I can see in his eyes when we make eye contact while my nipple is in his mouth. His long fingers are now at my clit, rubbing it with passion and a moan escapes my mouth, he flips me around and pulls my butt up and removes my underwear. He starts making his way to my core starting from the back, delivering wet kisses to my butt and going lower until i feel his long tongue stroking around my entrance and then caressing my clit. My legs shake the more he plays around with my clit, I can feel the orgasm building and once his finger enter me, I cant hold it in anymore and let go. He lick me all over and then I feel his absence, looking towards him I notice the condom on his hand. My mouth waters at the view of his perfectly erected member and I get off the bed and drop to me knees, looking into his eyes I don't wait for him to oppose to this and guide his cock into my mouth, sucking hard and moving my tongue around the tip, earning me a grunt from him, I look up and notice he is hanging his head backwards, then my eyes fall to his free hand and I notice his closed fist... I know what that means, he is itching to hold my head and fuck my mouth, so I grab it and place it at the back of my head, letting him know that its okay to do just what he wants. I feel him thrust forward and I relax my throat to give him full access. I can hear his moans and grunts when I breathe and try my best to swallow around his cock until he stops me abruptly, gets me up and on the bed again, spreading my legs and putting the condom on before he enters me. We always had great chemistry in bed, our sex was always hot and dirty but tonight there is also something else and its fucking good. I can feel him inside of me getting frantic, we have been going at it for a while and after several of my orgasms I can feel his trusts going faster and his cock throbbing inside of me, I know he is close. he kisses me through my latest orgasm and I feel the shock of it starting from my toes, the eye contact sealing it and after my high he pumps a couple more times inside of me before his glorious release. He give me a chaste kiss and then drops next to me.

"Fuuuck..." he says while breathing heavily

I stay quiet for a while, afraid that if I speak the bubble will break and we will be forced to have that conversation, all while I only want to enjoy this moment.

He kisses my shoulder softly a couple of times and then clears his throat before speaking "I want to tell you something and I need you to listen to me" -FUCK, here we go and I'm not ready-

I hum in response and prepare myself for the worst.

"(Y/N) you know I care about you and that we have been doing this for a while now..." His voice seems calm but somehow my heart keeps raising and my mind is imagining the worst "I can't do this anymore, the whole secret thing is hard and It is stressing me out.. so maybe we shouldㅡ " he pauses when I move to sit up.

"Right.." I exhale trying to slow downs my breathing "We should just stop this" I walk to my clothes

"What?" he shoots up and grabs my arm, his dark hair slightly wet by the sweat is now attached to his forehead and he looks gorgeous while standing there looking at me in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I understand, you want to end it. This secret is a problem and we need to end it before it becomes something bigger" I say slowly and carefully.. his confused expression is starting to freak me out, he is looking at me like I just grew a second head and I become even more confused once he laughs drily.

"I never said I wanted to end it. I want us to continue seeing each other. Iㅡ"

"Us hooking up sgain is only going to make it harder later one" I say

"Stop. Stop talking." he says, placing a hand to his chest and moving his hair from his forehead "If you would only listen to me, you would know that I don't want to fucking end it. I want you in my life and I thought about us being friends but the idea of us being anything short that boyfriend and girlfriend kills me and I came here to ask you but... you don't want to?" He looks at me, his face pained and I start tearing up.

This whole time I thought he wanted to end us, meanwhile he just wanted us to become something more. I can see him trying to find an answer on my face and when I find myself unable to speak, I throw myself at him, kissing him passionately, stopping to whisper in between sobs "I do want us. I want us to be together. I want to be your girlfriend." and starting a second round of what we had just finished.

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Its the morning after and I woke up in between his arms, Yoongi and I spent most of the night having sex, intense and meaningful sex until we fell asleep.

I am in the ensuite shower when he joins me and we go for another rounds, I am incredibly happy and he seems to be in the same state. Every now and then he tells me how happy he is I said yes and how much more relaxed he feels now that we are on the same page.

We get dressed in between kisses, trying our best to not fall in the bed again because we need energy so we walk holding hands to the kitchen to get some breakfast and we can hear everyone is awake. We had decided to let our friends know about us because it was a good start not having to hide our relationship from them.

"FUCKING FINALLY" Jungkook yells with a big smile when he sees us entering the Livingroom.

A/N: I hope you guys like this story. Sorry I haven't published in a while, I have been dealing with some personal stuff and with the publishing of my upcoming book so my priorities have been different lately. I will keep writing, I dont have set times but I will work on publishing at least twice a month. Loye you all and please stay healthy and safe.

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winter-dayz · 8 months

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Guardian

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader Demon AU Genre: Fluff Words: 2641 Warnings: strong language

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist: @soobin-chois

“You called?” He smirked and entered your room, plopping himself down right in the middle of your neatly made bed.

“For God, not Satan’s reincarnate.” You huffed, glaring at him before turning back to your laptop in frustration and annoyance. His face twisted into amusement at the irony of truth behind your words without you even knowing it.

Kim Yugyeom had been looking after you for four years and had wiggled his way into your life three years ago after perfecting his human form. Guardian angels were the standard, the praised, and the dreamt of. Guardian demons? Not so much. Yet, here he was still looking after his precious human under the guise of her best friend. This was not at all standard—incredibly frowned upon actually—and Yugyeom was sure any normal human would consider a guardian demon to be a nightmare. But he couldn’t help himself.

🎃

The angels considered getting to be a guardian an honor that was sacred, but demons, however, found it to be a boring punishment. To be a guardian meant that the higher beings had found the angel or demon responsible enough to look after human life. This meant that any demon chosen wouldn’t get to foresee any tormenting or torturing to the damned souls. Hence, why many of them dreaded and hated to receive guardian duty.

In the beginning, Yugyeom felt the same way. He detested that he, of all demons, had to look after a mortal being. No more troublemaking, torturing, or even living life as he pleased. Or so he thought.

Two months into his guardianship, he realized what a fascinating human you actually were. Sure, you did all the boring, mundane human tasks and things. But you also appeared more complicated than the average human, and you were definitely vastly more interesting than the souls he encountered in hell.

You were kind and selfless but did not allow others to take advantage of you and were not afraid to stand up for yourself. You were passionate in what you believed in but also were very open-minded to other possibilities. You were confident in your skin and walked through life not taking anyone’s bullshit, but you were also vulnerable and insecure in your own ways.

A year into his guardianship and he couldn’t stand watching from the side-lines anymore. You hardly needed help handling matters, but you were often alone. Kept to yourself at the end of the day. As kind as you were and with as many friendly faces as you knew, no one had taken the time to dig under the surface and really know you.

And for some reason that pissed Yugyeom off.

Because he could see it; he could see your longing for companionship. He could see how hard you would try. He could see how desperately you wished to be close to your friends.

So, being the troublemaker he is, he snuck to the portal room one night and shifted into a human-form in hopes of being able to fulfill your desires. He had even chosen a form that he assumed you would find appealing after observing the type of men you usually pined for.

Shape-shifting to appear human in order to face your ward was not totally forbidden, however, it was only granted to those with explicit permission. Which of course Yugyeom did not have the patience to get, nor did he think he’d even be given. But he thought this was important, and technically he was just doing his job as a guardian-demon trying to take care of his human as best as he can. Even if that meant breaking several rules and putting himself at risk of banishment.

That never did make sense to him though. As a demon, isn’t it his duty to be on his worst behavior all the time anyway? Regardless, up to this point he never had the urge to break his extremely loose rules.

🎃

“What are you working on anyway? I can smell your frustration from over here.” Yugyeom finally sat up on your bed, bored of pretending to scroll through his phone as he watched you.

“Stop being so dramatic. It’s just this idea I’m working on and no matter what I do I just can’t seem to get it to match what’s going on in my brain.” You sighed as your head flopped down to meet your arms. Except, you really did smell quite frustrated to Yugyeom, and it reeked. Normally you smelled like fresh flowers and clean linen, but ever since he walked into your bedroom all he could smell was mildew and burnt grass.

At your admission, he perked up, “Any way I can help?” Of course he was only asking because he had to, not because he wanted to. Although, technically, he really only had to step in as a guardian if you were in “life-threatening danger.” But also technically, his nose was currently in life-threatening danger—and he’s basically immortal.

“No… I think I need to step away from it for a bit. But that stresses me out ‘cause I’m on a deadline so…”

Yugyeom opens his arms wide, and after a minute of you both staring at one another, you slowly drag yourself over to plop into his grasp. He wraps his arms around you, softly rubbing his palm up and down your back. You can feel your entire body relax into his form, and it’s like everything eases out of your body. The speed at which your scent changes almost gives him whiplash, but he can’t help the smile that slips onto his face as he closes his eyes and falls back onto your bed still holding you.

“How are you so comfortable? You’re built like a string bean and yet I feel like I’m dissolving into a cloud right now.”

“That’s what best friends are for. I’m an anti-stress cloud made just for you of course.” You moved your head and blinked at him before your mouth curled up in judgment.

“That was so cheesy and cringey.” You continued to side eye him for a minute until he smirked. “Were you making fun of me for comparing you to a cloud?” He shrugged before pushing your head back to lay against his chest. You mumbled something into his shirt, but neither of you were really sure what you said, not that it mattered anyway. All that mattered to you now was soaking up time with your cloud of a best friend, and all that mattered to him was that he managed to help alleviate your problems.

So maybe he did offer just because he wanted to. Sue him.

🎃

Something was wrong. He could feel it. It had to be something to do with you because nothing around him had changed, no obvious danger in sight. No, this definitely had to be something connected to you, and once Yugyeom was sure of it, he panicked.

Not once during his time guarding you had he ever felt this connected to your emotions, and despite his confusion, that was not the main focus of his distress. Instead, he was panicking over what exactly could have aroused such a strong and depressing emotion from you.

He rushed to conjure his illusory human-form and bound through the portal. The closer he got, the more intensely he could feel your emotions. By the time he was outside your apartment, he was able to identify the feeling as rejection and insecurity. His chest tightened, and he imagined that this was what humans felt when their hearts “broke.”

He let himself into your apartment quickly—the details on how didn’t matter; you never asked him about it anyway. His eyes flew around the kitchenette and living area but flew to your room when he didn’t spot a sign of you. He ripped the door open and sighed in relief as he noticed a singular, still-breathing, lump hidden beneath the comforter. He took three big strides to stand beside you at your bed and paused when he noticed your puffy red eyes staring straight back up at him.

In that moment it was like he knew everything. He could feel the betrayal you felt, and it was like an image manifested before him: you sat at your desk, laptop open to a video call and on the other end sat an older couple. They looked distinctly similar to you, except their faces were shrouded with anger, disappointment, and disapproval.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered out, but the sound was ruined with croaks and cracks from obviously overused vocal cords. Yugyeom found himself easily sitting down and taking your face between his hands, wiping at the already dried tear tracks.

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t protect you from them.” His face scrunched in anguish, and his own feeling of failure rose above the leftovers of yours.

“How did you know?” You looked confused, moving to sit up in your bed. The call had only finished minutes ago, and you had no time to text or tell anyone else about the matter in the time that it took you to end the call before you threw yourself under the covers with a sob. It was only several minutes later that Yugyeom had shown up looking utterly distressed.

“I could feel everything. I’ve never felt such a thing from you, but you felt so distressed and– and broken. I panicked, so I got here as fast as I could, but there’s nothing I would have been able to do to stop them. I can’t control anyone… But you still didn’t deserve what ever happened, and I’m supposed to protect you from things like this. I failed…” He rambled on, definitely saying more than he’s allowed but unable to stop himself. He didn’t know what else to do. He just wanted to do whatever he could to get you to stop feeling that way.

Your mouth agape, eyes wide, and figure stiff as you stared at Yugyeom in confusion and shock. There was no way possible that he could have known what happened, and yet he spoke as though he’d sat right next to you through the entire thing. And then he had spouted on about protecting you, and failing, and you had no idea what any of it meant. Of course it made sense to you that your best friend would want to ensure your happiness at all times, but the conviction he spoke with told you that it meant volumes more than any normal friendship. He said it as though it was his job, or his life depended on keeping you safe.

“I know you don’t fully understand what I’m saying, but I promise I’ll explain everything in time. I just need you to know that I’m here for you now, and I want to always be here for you. I don’t know what they did or said to you, but it isn’t true. You’re literally the closest thing to perfect I’ve seen in my lifetime, and I’m actually really thankful that I was assigned the privilege of meeting and guarding you… Again, I promise I will explain later.”

All you could do was nod, searching his face for anything to be wary of, but all you saw was your handsome best friend. You believed his words despite how disorienting it all felt. As your eyes continued to rake across his face, you noticed something odd and gingerly touched his cheek, letting the tip of your finger ghost over the dot under his right eye.

“This wasn’t here before…” You breathed out, and Yugyeom stiffened. The skin under your touch felt as though it’d been lit with a fire comparable to the flames of hell. He’d never felt such a physical reaction to your touch before, and he felt something stir in his stomach. His eyes slid to a mirror that resided on a wall near your bed, and sure enough, there sat a small mole on his usually smooth skin. It must have manifested when he rushed through the illusion process.

“Looks like a mole… Probably insignificant. They show up all the time.” He tried to brush it off, but he knew his time to explain was counting down. Yugyeom knew the repercussions of this could be detrimental, but he couldn’t lie to you anymore without hurting you.

Meanwhile, the longer you studied his face, the more you could see that he almost appeared otherworldly. Sure, you’d always thought him to be immaculately handsome, but this felt different. Almost ethereal. And, you were certain that this mole had basically manifested overnight.

The longer you stared, the more Yugyeom could feel nerves and anticipation bubble within him until it finally rushed out like a volcano erupting after lying dormant for decades. He stumbled over his explanation several times, and his eyes seemed to be eternally locked on a picture frame that held your favorite picture of the two of you. But, he told you the truth…

The room fell into a thick, heavy silence as he finished his word vomit. The news that your human best friend was actually a guardian demon sat rather comfortably in your mind. The revelation somehow made a lot of sense now that you thought about it, but you were lost on how to respond. Yugyeom fidgeted, feeling rather nervous for a demon who usually didn’t feel all that much at all.

Finally, you reached over and took his hand into your own, and when he looked into your eyes, he saw nothing but trust and love sparkled within.

🎃

The next time that Yugyeom was able to come see you, the mole was still a charming addition to his face.

He hadn’t been able to visit for quite awhile since the higher beings had been aware of Yugyeom spilling the truth. They had already known, since the beginning, of Yugyeom’s worldly appearances but did not interfere since it seemed as though, despite his disobedience, he was not posing as a threat to the natural order of things.

But apparently, revealing the entirety of his existence, job, and even the ability to travel between worlds was not part of the natural order. So he had to face the music and explain his motivations and reasons behind breaking his unspoken oath to secrecy.

When the council found no ill-intent, and rather suspected that there were likely actually romantic feelings behind his exposure, they let him off with a warning that relationships between supernatural beings and humans were often doomed.

Yugyeom wasn’t exactly sure why they were warning him of such a thing. His relationship with you had always been purely based on his curiosity and responsibility.

But when he faced you again, and you smiled up at him, bringing him in for a hug and then brushing a finger over the new mole again, he understood what they meant.

For a moment, he worried about the mortality rates of humans compared to the eternity he would continue existing. But then you were pulling him into your room and snuggling up to him on your bed, surrounding him in your scent, and he didn’t care anymore. Even if your lifetime only felt like a second compared to his, he would bask in that second forever.

“I missed you, string bean.”

“I missed you too.” He breathed out, and for the first time, he actually noticed his heartbeat. “I hope you know, I plan to be by your side forever.”

“You’re being cheesy again. But… the sentiment is shared I guess.” Your head lifted slightly to press a light kiss to the underside of his chin before nestling back into his chest.

Yugyeom blinked at the action before he wrapped his arms tighter around your body, a smile overtaking his face.

“Well now you’re definitely stuck with me.”

#got7 #kim yugyeom #reader #kim yugyeom x reader #got7 x reader #fluff #demon au #oneshot #fictober

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fandomnovella-blog · 1 year

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Your Crush: Park Jinyoung

“So… Y/N, truth or dare”

You and some of your friends were having a sleepover! It was fun! And everyone was in a comfy mess of giggles and pillows you hesitated, telling the truth seemed easier but at what cost? A dare…well, the possibilities were kinda endless,

“Truth!” You said confidently,

Your friend thought carefully,

“Ok so, who do you think is the most attractive person in school and why?”

You blushed furiously, you hadn’t told this to anyone and was seriously debating lying but, rules are rules

“Ummm if I had to pick…I’d say…Jinyoung?” You blushed again burying your face in your hands! Your friends all gasped and grinned and immediately asked you what you liked about him,

“Ummmm well, I think he’s really sweet!” You said quietly

“He doesn’t really talk much though!” One of your friends said

“I know but when he does he knows what he wants to say! And he doesn’t joke as much as the other people in school, I think he’s quite a gentle genuine soul, it’s nice being around him. He’s so handsome and he has a beautiful voice! ” There was no shame in liking him and you were sure that your friends would keep it to themselves right?

You found out soon that this was as much of a fantasy as a fairy story.

A few days later you were walking down the school hall and you saw one of your friends talking to…oh no…JINYOUNG!!! You tried for the rest of the day to not

think about it, but that was like trying not to imagine purple elephant with blue spots, your mind was hyper-focused on what your friend had said to Jinyoung that day. Everywhere you turned, you seemed to bump into him, and he always seemed to be around the corner . At lunch, you ran into the bathroom, into a stall and breathed heavily into your hands, trying to calm yourself down, does she like him too? Does he like her? DID SHE TELL HIM ABOUT HER CRUSH?! You shook your head furiously! No…no! You were being silly, why worry about it! You can’t take it back now so whatever happens will happen right? You couldn’t control it and if he asked you about it…you swallowed hard, you’d be honest! There wasn’t much else you could do! Straightening up, you walked slowly into your next class.

“We’ll be pairing you up for a small in-class assignment today” said the art teacher, you need to work together to create the picture using clay!” She began handing out the terracotta coloured cubes to the class, and allocating pairs “Luke, pair up with Laila over there! Jessy go sit next to Carmen!” At this point you had shut your eyes tightly and had every finger crossed; praying to every deity that you knew “Please don’t sit him next to me please!!” You heard the scrape of a stool next to you and gulped hard. There was silence next to you, slowly, you opened your eyes and turned… there sat next to you holding the cube of clay in one hand and a second apron in the other, was none other than Park Jinyoung.

“Hey…um…are you ok?”

“Yeah” you squeaked in a tiny voice once you remembered how to breathe

“You sure? You had your eyes shut really tight! Are you in pain?”

“No no not at all!” You shook your head quickly trying to act nonchalant

“Ok..so…shall we get started?”

He placed the clay down along with some carving tools and you both set to work. In silence. I mean what could you say to each other?! This was so embarrassing! Until…

“Hey Y/N I wanted to talk to you about-“

but he never got he chance to finish what he was saying! The pressure of the whole day was weighing on you, and you were desperate to say something! And so it all slipped out!

“Yeah I said I liked you! It’s true! I do I really like you! But I wasn’t planning on telling you like this! But then maybe I wasn’t gonna tell you at all it’s just I know you heard stuff and so I might as well come out and say it right? And I’d rather you hear it from me because I do like you! It’s not a big deal! I shouldn’t be ashamed of that right?” You finished, panting and blowing like you had run the marathon everything in your mind just couldn’t hold it in anymore but the relief of the confession was short lived. The mounting embarrassment only grew as you realised you had just blurted out a confession! You just babbled in front of Jinyoung about how you liked him!

“Um, that wasn’t what I was going to say,” said Jinyoung a little flabbergasted “I was going to say I wanted to talk to you about the history homework but this must have been on your mind!”

Your whole body stiffened and a huge tsunami of shame washed over you. Once again you put your head in your hands. You just wished the ground would swallow you up! Until you heard a chuckle coming from next to you! Was he laughing? There was nothing to laugh about in your mind! But then, you heard a soft voice by your ear

“ You’re cute when you blush! Did you know that? It’s ok I like you too!”

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koishiro · 10 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꒰͡⠀ . ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ミ★ ☽ ͡꒱

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𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬?

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Request to join taglist by commenting under this post with your username and character works you would be interested in! (E.g): koishiro, gojo/geto hcs

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Requests will be done on a first-come first-serve basis. Naturally, in order to submit a request, you will require some basic information of the work intended such as au’s, character, prompt, reaction, etc. Being more specific about the work you’re requesting will allow me to write a more cohesive piece in response to said request!

(E.g): I’d like to request Gojo reacting to [prompt]

Naturally, requests will only be done when the request status is OPEN. If you choose to send a request when the status is CLOSED, it will be ignored until requests are re-opened (and then naturally, I’ll get to you soon!) requests are completed in about 1-2 weeks notice depending on how busy I am.

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𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑶’𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑻’𝑺

YES!

jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji, yuuta, inumaki, itadori, megumi)

jjk women (nobara, maki, miwa, utahime, mai, shoko)

bllk boys (isagi, rin, nagi, sei, reo, chigiri, niko, bachira)

csm men (aki, yoshida, denji, kishibe, angel devil)

csm women (makima, himeno, power)

fruits basket (kyo, hatori, shigure, yuki, hatsuharu, ayame)

tokyo ghoul men (kaneki, hideyoshi, kishou, nishiki, sasaki, yomo)

tokyo ghoul women (touka kirishima)

haikyuu!! (osamu, astumu, hinata)

bnha (bakugo, tamaki, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, dabi, shigaraki, aizawa)

genshin (diluc, kaeya, alhaitham, itto, kaveh, childe, zhongli, kazuha, thoma, dainsleif)

ateez (san, mingi, yeosang, wooyoung, hongjoong, yunho, jongho, seonghwa)

bts (jungkook, yoongi, jimin, taehyung, namjoon, jin, hoseok)

got7 (jackson wang, jay b, bambam, mark, yugyeom, jinyoung, young-jae)

monsta x (wonho, shownu, I.M, kihyun, hyungwon, minhyuk, joohoney)

fluff, comfort, au’s, prompts, etc. (I don’t write angst)

drabbles, hcs, oneshots, smut

share your thoughts in the ask box! I’m happy to elaborate on them even if not in formatted writing!

I really like learning new things so if I’m not familiar with the anime / game / kpop band, I will research into it but keep in mind it may take more time.

I do try and be as vast as I can with my posts ranging from anime to video games to kpop so I will accept any fandom requests as long as it keeps to my [rules].

I write for any gender and any pronouns! If you want a certain gender or pronoun please add that into your request otherwise I’ll keep to fem readers.

WARNING: my works do and/or will consist of some alcohol consumption, implied sex, detailed smut, substance usage, arguing, aggressive behaviour, suggestive content, making out, etc. my account is 18+, please be aware of this when reading! Works that do include any of the above will have warnings beforehand!

DONT’S!

no descriptive nsfw or anything suggestive for characters that are underaged (e.g: yuuta, nobara, inumaki, maki, itadori, miwa, megumi, mai) I will age these characters up if so

heavy topics like eds, depression, suicide, death, etc.

no oc/name inserts, works are entirely reader inserts.

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agust-june · 11 months

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Masterlist

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

Minors DNI

Fluff 💗 Smut😈 angst 😭

Series

Decendants of the stars and of the Gods 💗😭

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

Pt1

Pt2

Pt3

Kingdoms that can't be divided 😭💗

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

Oneshots

-Nct-

Johnny

Keep Her Satisfied for the Weekend 😈

Part 1 Part 2 (coming soon) 😈

Take My Breath 😈

Kiss you back (coming soon) 😭😈

Conflict of interest (coming soon) 😭😈

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

Yuta

If your girl only knew 😈

Creep 😈

-Seventeen-

Joshua

The chair 😈

Three is better than two 😈

S.Coups

I hate you 😈

Three is better than two 😈

-Monsta x-

Wonho

Cyber Sex 😈

It never rains 💗

Kihyun

I'm your baby tonight 😈

-Got7-

Got7

Is Got7 invited to the cook out? 💗

Do they belong to the streets?💗

Valentines day 💗

Invite to the cookout 💗

Jaebum

Teacher's assistant 😈

From time😭

Jinyoung

The boss😈

Erotic city 😈

Youngjae

The boy is mine💗

Yugyeom

Part Time Lover😈

-Dpr Live-

Hong Dabin

Bored😈

-Ateez-

Hongjoong

For the first time (coming soon)💗

Theories

-Got7-

Not by the moon

Songs I think...

Songs I think Haechan can sing

Songs I think DoJaeJung can sing

#Junewrites #Junesmasterlist

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sunflowercheol · 2 years

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🎃🍁 ~ SunflowerCheol’s 31 Days of Halloween ~ 🍁🎃

Hello! I have decided to do a 31 days of Halloween Drabbles/Oneshots and will be posting one every day up until Halloween! I took some things associated with Halloween and Fall time and made little drabbles/oneshots for different members! Here's a sneak peak of the members/groups (but not in order that I will be posting) I have decided to write for!

Chanhee (TBZ)

Sangyeon (TBZ)

Haechan (NCT)

Jungkook (BTS) and Yugyeom (GOT7)

Wooyoung (ATZ), Changbin (SKZ), Yeonjun (TXT)

Suho (EXO) and Sehun (EXO)

Tomorrow X Together

Monsta X + Wonho

Yoongi (BTS)

Kibum (Shinee)

Taehyung (BTS) and Jimin (BTS)

Johnny (NCT) and Taeyong (NCT)

Seungkwan (SVT)

Jacob (TBZ) and Kevin (TBZ)

Jinyoung (GOT7)

Hueningkai (TXT)

Baekhyun (EXO)

Jinjin (ASTRO)

Jackson (GOT7)

Changmin (TBZ)

Eric (TBZ) and Felix (TBZ)

Jungwoo (NCT)

Renjun (NCT)

Chenle (NCT), Changmin (TBZ), Jeongin (SKZ), Hueningkai (TXT), Sanha (ASTRO)

Lee Know (SKZ)

Yuta (NCT)

Taemin (SHINee)

Seventeen, hyung line

Ateez

Kyungsoo (EXO)

97 Line - Jungkook (BTS), Yugyeom (GOT7), Bambam (GOT7), Seokmin (SVT), Mingyu (SVT), Minghao (SVT), Bang Chan (SKZ), Hyunjae (TBZ), Jacob (TBZ), Younghoon (TBZ), Eunwoo (ASTRO), Jaehyun (NCT), Winwin (NCT)

Hope you are excited for them!

#sunflowercheol’s 31 days of halloween #astro #the boyz #got7 #exo #bts #nct #stray kids #shinee #ateez

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kpopimaginings · 3 years

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“I can't reach it” - Yugyeom

A/N: Happy Yugyeom day to all :)

Yugyeom entered the kitchen to find you climbing onto the work surface. He couldn't help but chuckle as he watched your struggle.

"What are you doing?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

"Trying to make us dinner, but I need that pan and I can't reach it," you explained with a huff.

"You could always ask for help?" he suggested.

"You could not put things on the top shelf," you retorted.

"There wasn't any room lower down."

You remained stubborn, refusing to ask your boyfriend for help even though he was now in the room. When he noticed that you started to look unstable, however, he intervened anyway.

"Babe, please just get down before you fall," he said, placing his hands either side of your waist to steady you.

With a pout, you did as he asked. Smiling down at you now you were safely on solid ground, he placed a quick but sweet kiss to your lips before reaching up effortlessly and grabbing the pan in question for you.

"See, if you'd asked for help, you'd probably have finished by now," he teased.

You childishly poked you tongue out at him making him laugh.

"Do you want help with making the food?" he offered.

You nodded. "Want to start chopping?" you asked, gesturing towards the recipe as you continued to grab what you needed.

As you turned your back, you missed the fond look Yugeom sent your way, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched you before turning to the chopping board you had placed on the counter ready.

NAVIGATION | GOT7 MASTERLIST

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sxcret-garden-archive · 3 years

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Yugyeom ✧ Burn up like Fire

✧ Got7 Yugyeom x fem!reader ✧ feat. the rest of Got7 ✧ words: ~7.2k ✧ genre: humor, fluff, a bit of angst ✧ warnings: mentions of cheating, cursing, depiction of violence

Desc.: You’ve been cheated on by your now ex-boyfriend Jihun, and your friends want to convince you to take revenge on him.

Author’s note: I totally did not get the idea from watching this one insta-reel and the All Your Fault MV being burned into my memory.

“He what?!” Youngjae blurts out upon hearing your words, before repeating them. “He cheated on you with that girl from astronomy club?!” With how outraged he is, he almost manages to spit the contents of his mouth all across the table as he yells a bit too loudly. You’re in the middle of your regular restaurant that the 8 of you come to every second Friday night, whenever the older members of your squad can leave work a bit earlier and get out of taking part in their respective company dinners.

“Yeah, but it’s fine,” you sigh, trying to push your feelings aside as soon as you sense that pain in your chest, that’s been trying to rip you apart for the last few days, coming alive again. It feels as if someone had pierced through you with a spear, and the space that had once been filled with love and adoration that you could barely contain at times, now feels like it’s about to overflow from a whole new set of unpleasant emotions. “I should’ve known he was a piece of shit…” Mark, who sits to your right side next to you, sets down his metal chopsticks with a clank against the circular wooden table you’re gathered around, though the noise of the people conversing and partying all around you drowns out the sound almost completely. He lifts his hand for a second, planning to put it on your shoulder or maybe your arm for a comforting gesture, but when you involuntarily make yourself smaller in an attempt to escape the physical contact, he takes the hint and instead gives you a sympathetic expression. You’d have expected him to say something, but instead the guy to your left starts speaking.

“We can’t just let him get away with that,” Jackson says, his hands having formed fists. He too can’t possibly hide that he’s upset about you getting hurt by another guy, though he tries to keep his own anger from taking the better of him. Quite in contrast to Youngjae, who has finished chewing the piece of samgyeobsal in his mouth and is now sitting there, gaping. He’s in charge of grilling the meat today, so he swings the tongs in his hand around the table, and when his eyes meet yours, you can see the fire that sparked in his pupils.

“We’re gonna get back at him,” he announces, and at first, dismay hits you. You don’t want to see your boyfriend - or well, now ex-boyfriend - anymore, especially not so soon after finding out the truth. It’s only been mere days, not even a full week, since you caught Jihun making out with that bitch in your school’s observatorium. You were going to surprise him with self-made lunch as a late birthday present, as you couldn’t spend the day in question together due to him having to work. You find yourself wondering now if maybe he lied to you about that too, so that he could spend his birthday with the new girl instead of you. Just thinking about it sends another wave of pain through your body, to the point you feel like all your intestines are starting to cramp and contract. You’ve cried so much these past days, in between scolding yourself not to be so stupid as to let yourself drown in your own sorrows. To be honest, you’ve considered skipping tonight’s dinner, and you were glad that you didn’t, because seeing all the guys’ faces cheered you up, at least for a while. And then someone just had to bring up how it was unusual for you to talk so little, and now you told them about everything that happened. You want to throw Jaebeom, who started the whole conversation, a glare, but find that your facial muscles are too exhausted for that at the moment, and so you abort the mission, before you start sobbing in public.

“That’s childish, guys.” Jinyoung speaks up now, and in spirit you thank him for being reasonable. You wouldn’t want to cause a ruckus, with how tired of the situation you already are. “Getting back at someone who hurt you is like fighting fire with fire. That won’t get us anywhere.”

“He’s right,” Bambam chimes in and he reaches across the table and Jackson’s clenched fists to put a hand over yours. You can’t react fast enough to shrug his touch off like you had done with Mark earlier, but somehow sensing his warm palms on your fingers makes you feel a little better for as long as the brief gesture lasts. He shoots you a smile that is meant to comfort you, but comes out a bit dorky and awkward, as per usual when he tries to be serious with you. Still, you appreciate the effort. “We should focus on cheering Y/N up for now. We’re here to have a good time, after all, aren’t we?” Approving nods can be seen from the people around the table, until Jaebeom points to the person sitting between Youngjae and Bambam.

“I feel like somebody here doesn’t agree…” he remarks, and all eyes land on Yugyeom, who’s been giving the food on his plate a death glare ever since you started talking about what happened. His right hand is clenched around his chopsticks, and it looks like he’s trying to bore them through the table in front of him. His bangs are throwing a shadow across his face, but you can unmistakably see the anger in his eyes. It takes him a few seconds until he realizes everyone’s looking at him, and he tries to snap himself out of it, but fails at faking a believable smile.

“You okay, man?” Bambam asks his best friend and he gives him a slap on the upper arm, to which Yugyeom turns to face him.

“Sure…” he responds, trying to cover up his intense emotions with an awkward laugh, but again, the laugh doesn’t quite come out as he wanted it to. If there’s one thing about him that you’ve found charming from the first time you met him, then it’s the fact that he cannot hide how he feels for shit. Sure, that trait might be a disadvantage in certain situations, like right now, when it would be better if he could just pretend to be fine and join the others in trying to make you forget, but it’s also something that’s made you trust him a lot. Though you don’t see each other often since you go to different colleges, there’s a certain mutual understanding between you two. That’s why you were actually afraid that he would bring up your bad mood first, and not Jaebeom.

However, his openness is also the reason why it didn’t take you long to figure out that everyday he was hoping you would finally break up with your boyfriend. And now that it’s actually come to a not so pretty end, you wonder if he feels guilty about hoping for so long. Afraid that he would do something stupid and make the situation even worse, you finally find it in you to say something.

“Yeah let’s… just eat for now. And talk and have fun like we always do.” You stammer a bit at first, but as soon as you actually start talking it doesn’t come so hard. “I think that would help me the most right now.”

“Then how about we start by ordering a refill of this?” Jinyoung picks up the bottle of peach soju that you like so much, and he winks at you like an older brother would.

“Drinking down your sorrows helps, I heard,” Jaebeom chimes in with a smile on his lips that tells you not to take his words too seriously.

“Alcohol isn’t the solution, guys,” Mark scolds the younger guys and Jackson jumps up from his seat in a dramatic gesture. His hands have relaxed and instead of forming fists, they’re now fully stretched out on the table.

“Says the one who asks if we wanna go out for a drink everytime he has to work overtime!” Jackson returns forcefully, to which Mark raises his eyebrows and gets ready to argue back, but stays seated. He throws something at his face in Chinese, that you don’t quite understand, but from the way Jackson lets his body sink back onto his chair in resignation, you figure the older won the argument this time as well.

“Hey! If you’re going to destroy him like that, at least do it in a language we others understand too!” Bambam complains, while Jackson shoots him a glare. Hearing Jinyoung’s laugh makes your eyes wander to his face, and you see his amused expression. You wonder if he understood what Mark said, or if he’s just laughing because the guys are play-fighting as per usual. Whatever reason there might be, his amusement causes you to smile as well, and Youngjae points out your change of mood as soon as he spots the corners of your mouth that are curling up into a faint grin.

“Mark, you should keep cursing in Chinese! She seems to like that!” Youngjae laughs, when Mark retorts,

“I didn’t curse!”

“Yes you did!” Jackson yells back. “Wanna know what he called me, Y/N?” he continues, exaggeratedly upset as he leans over and bumps his upper arm into yours.

“Jackson, don’t lie!” Mark shouts across the table.

“He called me a eunuch!”

“I did not, dude?! I have seen-” Jinyoung reaches over to slap his hand across Mark’s mouth, almost elbowing Jaebeom in the face in the process.

“Hey, watch what you’re doi-” The latter is about to complain, when the words get stuck in his throat as Jinyoung’s exhorting expression wanders from Mark to Jaebeom. You chuckle again at their antics.

“I really don’t think she wants to talk about what is or isn’t in our pants, guys,” Bambam throws in, again with that slightly awkward grin on his lips.

The night passes like that, and when it’s around 1 a.m. and all of you have comfortably filled bellies as well as the buzzing warmth of being tipsy flowing through your veins, you decide it’s about time you all went home. You’re standing in front of the entrance of the restaurant, a bit to its right so as not to block any customers walking in and out, saying your goodbyes and getting ready to split up into the different directions that each of you live in, when in the corner of your eye, you spot them. A happy couple, a guy and a girl, both probably a little above your age, as they’re walking hand in hand on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. You’re about to say goodbye to Jaebeom, but the sight makes you freeze on the spot before you can go in for a friendly hug. He raises his eyebrows at you first, but soon he too spots the couple that you’re now stealing glances at. And you’re not even sure what’s so special about the two. You’ve never seen them before, nor will you ever see them again, and it’s not like you weren’t surrounded by happy couples inside the restaurant just now. Maybe it’s the fresh air filling your lungs and heightening your senses that were dulled by the alcohol and the strong smell of food filling your nose up until now, that made you suddenly take notice of them. But whatever it might’ve been, you now feel yourself going through all the feelings that the betrayal and the breakup brought with it again. Except that this time, you aren’t strong enough to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes, only to fall down your cheeks a moment later. Jaebeom doesn’t ask any questions, and instead just embraces you carefully, tightening the hug when you can’t stop sobbing, so that you can at least hide your face in his chest while you try to calm yourself down. Another hand that’s not his finds its way to your head, warmly stroking your hair, and from the way it touches you, you guess it’s Jinyoung trying to comfort you. You manage to somehow stop crying eventually, giving yourself a few mental slaps for almost breaking down in public, out on the street. With reddened, puffy eyes, you look up to shoot the other guys an apologetic look. You find faces full of compassion, until you spot the two people standing at the very back of your group. Youngjae, trying to calm down the taller guy right next to him, while struggling to contain his own anger, and Yugyeom, with clenched fists and teeth biting down on his lower lip, releasing it slowly before he mutters,

“I’m going to kill him.”

It’s Monday afternoon, or more like early evening, because the sun is already starting to set. Your uni department has a tiny dusty library on the top floor, where it’s not only always silent because nobody ever comes here, but also hot as fuck in the summer, due to its location right beneath the roof of the building. So why Youngjae would suggest holding an “emergency meeting” here you don’t know, but anyway you’ve gathered here, all sweating and wishing it wasn’t heckin’ middle of the hottest June you’ve had in a long time. You’re missing Mark and Jaebeom today, as they’re still stuck at work, meaning that the only damage control your little group currently has is Jinyoung. You’d count yourself in but 1. you’re still not in the state of mind where you’d be willing to waste your energy on trying to stop the guys from pulling something stupid and 2. you know yourself and how easily they, especially the youngest two among them, can convince you to join in on their headassery.

“We have good news and better news,” Youngjae, who apparently appointed himself the spokesperson of the day, explains, while Jinyoung sighs. “Which do you want first?”

“Uhm…” You’re still in the middle of thinking, when Youngjae slams a random book on the table that you’ve all gathered around and a cloud of dust is raised. While taking a breath to reveal what he came to tell, he obviously has to inhale a lung full of dust, and starts coughing uncontrollably instead.

“Not in my face!” Jackson, who sits opposite him, complains, and Bambam reaches over in an attempt to push Youngjae out of his chair. He earns himself a rather angry glare, but gets the job done, as the latter now at least turns around to cough at some bookshelves instead of you others.

“So the good news,” Bambam explains instead of his older friend and points to Yugyeom, who still seems pissed, “is that we convinced him to not kill your ex.”

“Wow, what an achievement,” Jinyoung remarks snarkily. He sits in his chair quite leaned back, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. You get the feeling he only let himself be dragged along after a lot of convincing and possibly being bribed into it with money, as he seems mostly interested in throwing judging looks around the room. However, you’re glad he’s here, because the “better” news are starting to make you worry, and you feel a little safer with Jinyoung sitting right next to you.

“What about the better news?” you hesitantly ask and Youngjae, who seems to have recovered from his coughing fit, shoots you a beaming evil grin. Bambam now points at both his best friend and Youngjae.

“They’re still up for destroying him one way or the other.” In the corner of your eye, you can see Jinyoung throwing his head back in exasperation, while he lets out a huge sigh. “And,” Bambam adds, “Jackson is willing to help too!”

Silence. You’re honestly not sure how to react to that and to their determination to make your ex’ life hell, when in reality you just want to get over him as fast as possible and forget about him. So you don’t say anything, even though Jackson’s, Youngjae’s and Bambam’s expectant faces make it very clear they would’ve hoped for a more excited reaction from you - or any reaction at all for that matter. But when you remain silent and they won’t stop staring at you, Jinyoung eventually speaks up for you.

“Don’t you think that’s a little much, guys?” he says, with a slightly scolding tone in his voice. “We already established she just wants to forget about him, but what you’re doing isn’t exactly helping with that…”

“He’s right,” Yugyeom, who sits right opposite you, agrees. You didn’t expect that he of all people would suddenly come to his senses and side with Jinyoung. “We shouldn’t make it harder on Y/N than it already is, but…” But… oh here we go, you hear yourself think before he jumps up, slams his hands on the table, inhales a good handful of dust that his sudden motion whirled into the air, and then he starts sneezing and coughing with no end in sight. Other than with Youngjae just earlier, Bambam now gets up and is by his best friend’s side in no time, patting his back in an attempt to help him cough out all the dust that just filled his lungs. You do pity him, but the slapstick-like scene that just unfolded in front of your very eyes is just a little too funny not to chuckle at him in secret. You all wait for the youngest guy to calm down, and once he manages to talk again, he speaks up with his eyes still runny from the coughing fit.

“But we can’t just let that jerk get away with what he did to Y/N!” he starts his speech, while looking as if he had just cried. You can’t really take him seriously like that, but he tries to act unfazed by his currently not so cool physical appearance. “I mean, cheaters are already horrible human beings, but the fact that he hurt Y/N…” A dark shade falls over his eyes as he looks down and clenches his teeth.

“I agree though!” Youngjae shouts. “We can’t let him get away with this without making him pay for it!”

“If you just want to forget about him, then at least let us go there by ourselves and teach him a lesson or ten,” Jackson throws in, gesturing towards the other guys, but leaving out Jinyoung who’s ready to shake his head in case he would’ve been counted in. You sigh. It’s not like you don’t understand their frustration. You’d probably feel the same if one of them got cheated on. You decide to shove your terrible gut feeling aside for now and give them another chance to convince you. If they manage to come up with a way of retaliation that you can agree with, then maybe you’d let them go through with their plan. Besides, looking at especially Youngjae and Yugyeom, you feel like they’d get revenge no matter what you say anyway.

“So what… would be your plan?” you dare to ask, earning a surprised expression from Jinyoung.

“You’re really… doing this?” he whispers at you, even though the others can clearly hear him, while pointing in their general direction.

“Let me hear them out for now.” You give them a nod with your chin to signal they should start explaining.

“Well, Yugyeom here had the idea to pay his house a visit and give him a nice and thorough beating,” Jackson reveals, but the guy in question immediately shakes his head and hands, trying to deny it.

“Ahh, I didn’t mean it like that…” he attempts to talk himself out of it.

“You sounded pretty eager when we discussed things though?” Bambam throws in with a mischievous smile plastered all over his face.

“Yeah, you really seemed like you were looking forward to beating him up when we talked about this after dinner on Friday?” Youngjae too joins the others in cornering the youngest of them. You shoot Yugyeom a surprised look and find him searching the room nervously all of a sudden.

“You discussed this on Friday?” you ask and receive a nod from the others.

“They did,” Jinyoung clarifies, obviously very endeavoured to keep his hands clean of this.

“Wasn’t he still drunk then?” you reason. “You know how he gets when he had a little too much…” You find yourself defending him, even when you’re not sure if you should believe your own words or not. At least you can say with certainty that he sometimes gets… a little eager about things with a certain amount of alcohol coursing through his body. At the same time you know he has a rather high tolerance, so you’re not sure if he even was drunk enough to reach that state on Friday, but you shove that thought aside as well.

“Oh? Well… probably, yeah,” Youngjae eventually agrees, though he seems a bit caught off guard by you suddenly speaking up for your friend.

“So what can we do that will hurt him?” Jackson asks a question, which turns out to be rhetorical, because he immediately delivers the answer himself, “We thought maybe if we take something away from him that he cherishes.”

“Guys, isn’t that a little…” Jinyoung attempts to speak, but gets talked over.

“So what’s something he couldn’t live without or would agonize over losing? Something among his belongings maybe?” Jackson continues, earning a pissed snort from Jinyoung. The four pairs of pondering eyes all resting on you now tell you that they’re expecting the perfect answer from you. You sink into thought for a second, and as you let your gaze wander the dusty shelves filled with paperbacks and thick volumes on scientific matters, an idea strikes you.

“Books…?” you say. “He has a bunch of foreign language novels that are real hard to get your hands on in Korea.”

“Ohhh!” The guys seem to like your idea. Well, all of them except for one. Because when Youngjae suggests burning them, it’s Jinyoung who slams his hands on the table without thinking this time, but instead of giving in to the coughing fit that’s about to overcome him, he forces his vocal chords to squeeze out one last sentence.

“You can’t burn books, you monsters!” And then he goes, turning away from you others as he coughs his lungs out. You think about his protesting statement, and then suddenly the scene of your ex-boyfriend kissing that girl from astronomy club unfolds in front of your eyes, and for the first time ever since dumping him, it doesn’t mainly cause you to feel sadness. You feel as if someone had lit up a flame inside of you, a contagious, dangerous flame of pure rage.

“You know what,” you suddenly hear yourself saying. “I know exactly which ones he treasures the most, so if we’re gonna burn his books, I’m in.”

“Really…?” Bambam asks with a gaping mouth and wide open eyes.

“So you’ll join us when we break into his house?” Jackson asks and a triumphant grin creeps onto your lips.

“Well… I still didn’t return the key he lent me so… technically we don’t have to break in,” you announce.

“We can just let ourselves in? Just like that?” Youngjae asks, visibly excited about how easily the task suddenly seems accomplished.

“We could make a fire right in his room…” Yugyeom throws in, glaring at the table in front of him just like he did with the poor food back at the restaurant.

“Burning them might be a bit much and could get us caught, but we can certainly rip them apart and leave the remains there,” you suggest, and the others nod, agreeing to your idea. Only Jinyoung, who seems to have recovered by now, puts his hand on your shoulder to make you look up at him.

“I lost you to the idiots…” he mutters, and you shoot him a half-apologetic, half-cheeky grin, as you feel yourself being driven by the fire inside you, that suddenly demands revenge more than anything.

It’s a quiet Wednesday morning. You know that Jihun should be out of the house until sometime in the afternoon according to his weekly schedule that you had pretty much memorized during the time you were dating. You stand in front of the apartment complex he lives in, reminiscing on all the times you’ve been here and your heart grows heavy. Youngjae on your right puts his arm around your shoulders and squeezes you against his own body for a moment, while you sense the overwhelmingly grim presence to your left. You shoot Yugyeom a look, wondering how someone can be so angry over something that wasn’t even done to him. As soon as he notices your eyes resting on his tall figure, his shoulders relax a bit, and he does his best to swallow the anger, instead showing determination on his face.

“Let’s go in?” he asks and you nod, tightening your grip around the key in your hand. You’ve decided it would be better for only you three plus Jackson, who’s standing right behind you, to go in. Seven guys plus one girl storming a flat might be a bit too suspicious, should one of the neighbors happen to see you. Granted, four people is risky as well, but all three of the guys surrounding you insisted on coming with you to get your revenge, and you couldn’t exactly turn down any of them, not Jackson who’s been more passionate about going through with this than anyone, not Youngjae who is probably one of the most protective friends you’ve ever had, and certainly not Yugyeom, who had to watch you date that asshole for months on end and now finally gets to take his frustrations out on him, and for a very good reason at that. Or maybe even him cheating on you isn’t a good enough reason to trespass into his living space and destroy his property, but the fire inside you that is screaming for at least some levels of violence doesn’t care about morals in this case. And so, with hands that could either be shaking from nervousness or from fury, you unlock the front door and lead your friends to the elevator. You press the button that would take you to the 5th floor, and in the corner of your eye you see Youngjae clenching his hand around his phone, while adjusting the volume of the one wireless headphone he’s wearing. In front of the apartment complex, Bambam and Jinyoung are waiting in your car across the street. Youngjae is keeping in contact with them at all times, in case your ex unexpectedly shows up after all, and you guys have to flee and hide. You wonder how Jinyoung let himself be convinced to tag along after declaring your plan as utterly stupid and irresponsible.

“But we are taking responsibility!” Jackson had argued back at him. “For Y/N’s hurt feelings!” Jinyoung had tried to come up with something smart to retort for a second, but then you were able to see him giving up, because he knew better than to fight with someone who wouldn’t listen to him anyway. Maybe they bribed him with some money again to make him come too and take on the role of the driver on this whole mission.

“If this gets out, I’m killing you all, starting with you!” he had said just before the four of you departed across the street, while pointing his index finger right at Jackson.

“Why me?! This was technically not even my idea!” he whined back, to which Jinyoung replied,

“Because you joining in as the oldest who should know better is getting on my nerves the most right now.” The quarrel could’ve gone on like that for hours, but you reminded them that you didn’t have all day to spare, and so you managed to split the two up.

And now you’re here. Standing in front of the door with his name written across it makes the situation all the more real, and once again the mental image of that girl in your ex-boyfriend’s arms is flashing by your inner eye, sending adrenaline through your whole body. And the guys around you too seem to be vibrating with a thirst for action, to which you feel a need to calm them down somewhat. Even though nobody is saying anything at that moment, you put your index finger in front of your lips and shush them once.

“Remember, there is a slim chance he might be home, so I will go in first and once the air’s clear I will signal you to come in too,” you remind them, whispering, before taking a deep breath and turning the key in the lock. You let it rotate once, then a second time, and eventually you put your hand on the door handle. You take another deep breath and suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder for a brief moment.

“We’re right behind you,” Jackson assures, and you nod. Then you press the handle and pray.

When you enter the flat by yourself, the lights are all out. You can see the huge living room windows from the small entrance area. The blinds are half-closed, which usually means that he’s not home. Still, you want to be as sure as you can be, so after reminding yourself not to slip off your shoes per habit, so you can flee as fast as possible just in case, you take a few steps inside, listening carefully for any signs of human life in this flat aside from your own. Your heart is beating fast and hard, to the point you’re sure you can feel the blood pulsating through every single one of your veins. Your senses are heightened and your movements tense, until after a few minutes of you being in here have passed and you’re done checking in most directions by concentrating on your hearing and sight. Only then you finally start feeling a little safer. Eventually you signal for the guys to come in with a movement of your hand, and it takes a mere second until you can hear their footsteps walking up to you. You lead them through the living room and past the open kitchen, and eventually you reach your ex’ room. The door to this room as well is closed, and just to be sure, you put your ear up against the cool white surface once, to check for any noises coming from inside. But nothing. Your heartbeat speeds up one more time as you grip the door handle and eventually open it. As expected, there’s nobody inside. Only a neatly made bed and shelves that cover an entire wall up to the ceiling, inhabiting his most precious possessions - his books, written in all kinds of languages from all over the world. You immediately spot some of the rare volumes. Then, after exchanging nods with the three guys in tow, you reach for them and throw them at your partners in crime to destroy, one after the other.

The first one to start tearing them apart is Youngjae, closely followed by Yugyeom and Jackson, and eventually you too join in on the paper shredding fest, after having tossed enough rare and expensive books on the ground for you all to be busy for a while. You remind yourself again that you mustn’t take too long, so you tear out the pages written in French faster and without thinking. And as the four of you keep repeating that motion, while the floor becomes covered in white paper and black ink letters with the ever continuing tearing sound, the rage inside you just keeps growing and eventually turns into greed. Greed to see more and more paper scraps on the ground, as if the black and white mess beside your feet is all your pain and hurt bleeding out of you. And you keep tearing books down, throwing them on the ground as a whole, or attempting to tear them in half along their back. The realization that you’re too weak to tear a whole paperback apart however, makes you even more furious, and so you go for the whole shelf next, hoping it hasn’t been secured to the wall while pulling on it. Youngjae, who notices what you’re trying to do and reckons it’s too dangerous to tear the whole shelf down, drops the book he’s working on destroying at the moment, and instead rushes over to you.

“Y/N, you can’t!” he warns you, but you don’t listen. Even when he grabs you by the arms and eventually by the waist in an attempt to drag you away from the wall, you use your whole body weight to fight him.

“I will tear it all down! I’ll make that fucker regret what he did to me!” You yell this through tears welling up, and as you start sobbing you fail to notice the sudden change of tone in Youngjae’s voice.

“No, we really have to go, Y/N,” he tries to make you understand, but all you think about is wanting to turn Jihun’s whole room into a disaster, and then maybe the rest of his flat too. Only when Jackson starts tearing at the sweater you’re wearing too and together they manage to force you to let go of the shelf, you realize that you’re in danger. Yugyeom dropped the books as well, and standing at the entrance of your ex’ room, he signals the three of you to follow him quickly with a movement of his hand.

“Jinyoung just told me he’s-” Youngjae attempts to explain as if to urge you on to move, but the next second you already hear his voice.

“Who left my door open?!” Your ex-boyfriend yells into the living room. With your current blurry vision the only thing you see is Yugyeom tensing up severely by the door, but that is honestly all you need to know you’re not imagining things.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath.

“The fuck are you doing in my flat?!” Jihun yells at Yugyeom, who doesn’t even flinch. The only thing that changes is his glare straight ahead, which is growing darker by every passing second. You know it will happen anytime soon, and just when you leap forward to try to somehow save the day, Yugyeom runs.

“Don’t!” you scream at him, and the echo of your own voice is the last thing you hear before you watch him land a punch right into your ex’ face as if it happened in slow motion. The guy you used to date tumbles back a few steps, but soon towers over the guy who for once isn’t the tallest in the room. A single thought hits you in that moment, and it makes you feel unbelievably guilty for even allowing them all to come here. Maybe you shouldn’t have attempted taking revenge in this way on your hulk of an ex-boyfriend.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Yugyeom shrugs at your question, unable to look you in the eyes, and for once - you’re sure of that - it’s not because you’re this close to his face. His face, that has certainly taken more damage from the fight he caused than that of your ex.

“Are you sure your nose isn’t broken?” Jinyoung repeats his question from earlier, crouching down right beside the two of you. The younger guy shakes his head. Still avoiding to face either of the people present, he stares into a corner of your room like a puppy that’s being scolded would.

“I’ll be fine…” he mutters, as if all strength had left him and the anger had been beaten out of him.

“But, man, that sure was cool of you how you just came at this cement block of a dude and wham! Whacked his stupid face!” Youngjae cheers, but when met by two piercing looks coming from you and Jinyoung, he immediately quiets down.

“We should be glad he didn’t report us to the police,” the latter sighs as he gets up. “Maybe you two need some time alone to… discuss this.”

“But we did wrong t-” Jackson is about to protest, but Jinyoung shuts him up with a sharp glare too. “I will take care of you two personally. And Bambam. Where is that guy even?” He leads both Jackson and Youngjae out of the room, and closes the door behind his back. Silence fills the room, and for a while you can only hear your and Yugyeom’s faint breathing.

“Are you gonna look at me now?” you eventually raise your voice, but you do your best not to sound too forceful. You’re granted a fleeting glance by the guy sitting on your floor right in front of you, his back leaned against the frame of your bed, but his eyes immediately return to a corner of your room. You feel like a light blush appeared on his cheeks, but honestly you can’t tell underneath all the scratches and wounds on his face, and also the gigantic bruise on his forehead. You sigh, before reaching out to carefully brush his black hair aside, giving you better sight to the bruise.

“You should get that checked…” you say, examining his forehead thoroughly. “That might’ve given you a mild concussion, you know. Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous? Feel like you need to throw up?” He nods.

“Dizzy…” Yugyeom answers.

“Can you remember everything that happened? ...then again, you might not remember things well because of the adrenaline rush…” you mutter, and you notice him stealing another glance at your face so close to his, until eventually his eyes linger on yours. “What other symptoms are there to a concussion…?” you ponder. Focused on the bruise in his face you fail to realize the way his gaze is slowly wandering from your eyes to your lips. “I should go ask Jinyoung ab-” Just as you attempt to get up, he reaches out and you feel his grip around the wrist of the hand you used to swipe his hair out of the way, while his other hand sneaks to behind your head in one swift motion to pull you down and to close the distance between the two of you. You feel how his lips meet yours in a light but determined kiss, and the faint taste of blood mixes with his soft movements. It lasts for merely a second, but somehow you feel like all air has been sucked out of your lungs when you separate.

“I-” He speaks up but the words get stuck in his throat, as if he was even more surprised by what he just did than you are. However, after staring into each other’s eyes for a little while, his expression changes to a serious one and you can feel him relax in front of you. He still hasn’t let go of your wrist, and with persuasion in his voice, he says, “Don’t get Jinyoung.” The hand behind your neck slides to your cheek now, and before you can give him any kind of answer, he leans in for another kiss. This time it lasts longer, and as your lips melt against each other, you feel something inside you flip a switch, as if a door just opened to feelings that were there all this time, but that you simply never noticed.

“Even though I look like this now,” he says after you have pulled back for air, “I’d do it again for you.”

“Don’t be stupid,” you scold him, and this time it’s you leaving him unable to retort anything by connecting your lips to his again. From the way he holds you close, unwilling to let you slip away from him again, and the way he kisses you hungrily, you can tell just how much he must’ve been longing for this. “I’m sorry,” you whisper into his open mouth. “You were always right here, but still I went out with that jerk…” You clench your teeth at that last word. You can’t even imagine how much you must’ve been hurting Yugyeom all this time that you only had eyes for that asshole, and the realization fills your chest with regret. But Yugyeom just shakes his head, now returning the favour of brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.

“It’s okay,” he mutters. “It’s really okay. You’re here now. And I’m never letting go of you again ever.” Hearing those words falling from his lips, you feel tingles down your spine, and you give him an honest smile, before being surprised again by him grabbing your other wrist as well and flipping you around, so that you’re now lying stretched out on the floor, with him hovering above you. However, it takes merely a second until his face distorts in pain and he lets out a groan, before he eventually collapses from above you. You too let out a noise as his weight lands on top of you.

“Hey! You’re heavy!” you complain, but only so loudly that the others wouldn’t hear.

“Sorry…” Yugyeom answers through gritted teeth, followed by another pained groan as he tries to shift his body. He’s supporting himself with his arms by your sides as well as he can so that it’s not his full weight squeezing you to death between him and the floor, but even that seems to be painful for him.

“You really got beaten up bad huh,” you remark, and somehow, with a lot of groaning and whining from his side, you eventually manage to help him get up and to take a seat on your bed, before his body finally falls onto your blanket, and he ends up lying on his side.

“Ugh…” he groans again, biting his lower lip in an attempt to distract himself from the hurt all over the rest of his body. You put your head on your pillow right next to him and give him a warm smile.

“You’re gonna be sore for a whole while now…” you remark, and you let your fingers dance up his side mindlessly, until you reach his shoulder, where you rest your hand for a little while. Then you lift it up to place it on his head instead, ruffling through his hair softly. “Don’t do that again, okay? This whole thing was a stupid idea… I should’ve never let this happen.” Now it’s him who smiles at your soothing words, and he raises his own hand to take a hold of yours, moving it from the top of his head to in front of his face. He represses a groan this time, but from the way he scrunches his nose just for the mere bat of an eye you can tell even this motion hurts him somewhere. And then, when he connects his lips to the back of your hand for a lingering, feathery kiss, warmth rushes up your arm and spreads throughout your whole being.

“You really can’t hide anything…” you mutter, and you can’t help but smile.

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kpop-cakepops · 4 years

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My Boyfriend Yugyeom.

This is a little something I've had in my wattpad drafts for over a year lol. Hope you enjoy. (Might make this a little series, who knows.)

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 496.

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It's a beat so different from all the others anyone has ever heard.

Pit-pat-pit-patpatapatpatpat-pit-pat.

Hard to imagine but that's the way it sounds to me, that's the way my heart beats when I see him walking towards my car after a long day of dance practice, his hair still damp from his hard work. A small crooked smile painted on his lips, duffel bag sliding off his shoulder every few seconds because of how fast he's walking towards the vehicle.

Pit-pat-pit-patpatapatpatpat-pit-pat Indeed.

He'll make it inside and sigh out telling me how happy he is that I've made the time and effort to pick him up at midnight and that he'll happily spend the night at my place because he wouldn't want to bother the rest of his hyungs who apparently left an hour before him. A lame excuse that I accept because it means I get to spend the night cuddled with him and there's no better sleep than the one that comes with his long arms wrapped around me while he snores softly into my hair.

The smell of his weird breakfast concoctions is one of the best things to wake up to. Sitting at the table watching him move around a place that is so mine yet so his. My kitchen, his kitchen, the line is so blurred I don't even know where mine starts and his ends. The way he puckers his lips as he serves my plate makes me want to kiss them. He'll grin and pat my messy hair before taking a seat beside me and finally, after minutes (that feel like hours) of waiting, he kisses me good morning. Not deep, not sexual, a kiss so blatantly casual that it makes it known to me that he has grown used to my presence, the pink tinted flush on his cheeks, however, screams that I still have an effect on him.

After eating he'll run his schedule by me and I'll run mine by him, his full of recordings and photo shoots, mine empty with the exception of some laundry and a grocery run. Any other boyfriend would be happy to avoid doing laundry with his girlfriend, but my Yugyeom is different. He whines about wanting to stay in the whole day. His big hands will usually tug me towards the couch as I protest half heartedly. I too wish he would stay.

We'll rest on the couch for a few minutes until I tell him to go before someone sees him leaving my place. Like always, Mark is already waiting for him outside. We hold hands as we take the stairs making as much of the little time we have together.

The truth is I won't see him for at least 3 days.

I'll kiss him goodbye and hug him enough to imprint his scent in my mind just one more time.

Finally, he'll leave and the emptiness takes over again.

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inyournightmares97 · 5 years

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Thursday

Confessing your feelings to the guy you like is easy... right?

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: College!au. No plot whatsoever, just awkward fluff of the worst kind. A lot of strong language because reader is frustrated.

(Note: Happy Birthday, Yugyeom! I know this is early but I’m not gonna be around tomorrow so you guys can have this today. Please don’t hate me because I already want to strangle myself from the shameless, unadulterated fluff in this. Eurgh.)

Thursdays were the day you saw Kim Yugyeom.

You weren’t sure when you had started waking up a little earlier on Thursdays to pick out a nice outfit and do your hair, or why you went to class early. Most days of the week, you merely dragged yourself out of bed and ran to class after brushing your teeth and yanking on a pair of jeans.

But you didn’t do that on Thursday.

On Thursday, the world just seemed like a nicer place.

“We need to start working on the research paper for Mrs. Lee,” Nari reminded you with a groan as you both walked to class. She looked tired and sleepy. “It’s due on Sunday. I think I’ll have to stay up all night to finish it. How far are you?”

“I haven’t started,” you replied simply.

Nari frowned. “And you’re not worried?”

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow,” you replied casually. You worked well under pressure and you knew that the paper wasn’t something worth worrying about. At least, not now. You didn’t want it to ruin your Thursday. Thursdays were nice.

“If you say so,” Nari replied. The road was filled with university students walking to class and you spotted a familiar face approaching both of you. It was Hyemi, one of your friends from Economics. She hurried over to you with wide eyes.

“Hi,” you greeted Hyemi, but she cut you off.

“Guys, I have a problem. You’re not going to believe this, but Choi Youngjae texted me this morning asking me to have coffee with him after class,” Hyemi squealed. Her cheeks were flushed red and she was holding up her phone excitedly. “He has something important to talk to me about and he wants me to come alone. Why does he want me to come alone? Do you think this is a date? Or is he going to ask me to date him over coffee? Why else would he ask me to come alone?"

"Huh. Sounds interesting," Nari replied with a smile. "You've liked Youngjae for a while, right?"

Hyemi nodded eagerly. "I can't believe I came to class in sweatpants today. Should I go back home and put on a skirt? I might be a little late for Lit but it's worth it, right?"

You rolled your eyes. " Come on. He's not going to care what you're wearing."

"Really?"

“Of course not. He either likes you or he doesn’t, I doubt he’s going to change his mind either way based on your sweatpants. Stop freaking out and just go have coffee, you’re making a big deal out of nothing,” you told her firmly.

Hyemi pouted. “But it’s Youngjae. Have you seen Youngjae?”

“Yeah. He’s kind of baby-faced, isn’t he?”

Nari chuckled and bumped your shoulder playfully. “Come on. Don’t be mean to her. The guy she likes asked her to coffee. Let her enjoy herself a little.”

“It’s just stupid,” you pointed out.

“What’s stupid?”

“Why does she have to agonize over it? She doesn’t even know if it’s a date yet,” you pointed out. You turned to your worried friend. “Hyemi, ask Youngjae out yourself if you like him so much. What’s holding you back? There’s no reason you should have to sit around waiting when you know what you want. Make the first move. Don’t wait for a guy to do it!”

Hyemi blinked. “I’m all for your feminism, babe, but confessing your feelings to someone isn’t as easy as you might think.”

“Why not? There’s nothing to be ashamed of! Liking someone is natural, and everybody goes through it! The worst that can happen is that you get rejected; but that’s life. At least you’ll have an answer and you can move on. Things will be in your control. If you just sit around and wait, you might never get to experience all the possibilities!”

There was a brief pause and Hyemi bit her lip nervously. “You kind of have a point. Should I just tell him?”

Nari let out a loud snort. “You’re going to take advice from her?”

“Why not?”

“Because this lady has been madly in love with Kim Yugyeom ever since the beginning of the university and she hasn’t had the guts to say a word about it. She lives in the darkest, murkiest pits of the female friend-zone. You do not want to be taking what she says too seriously,” Nari explained. She turned to you with a laugh. “You are such a hypocrite with all your big talk about confessing!”

You avoided her gaze. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’re going to deny having a crush on Yugyeom? After you got drunk just last weekend and admitted that you tried to steal his leather jacket because it smelled like him? You only gave it back when he caught you red-handed trying to take it home!” Nari cried. “Dude, don’t be an idiot. Everyone knows you like Yugyeom. Even Bambam has you figured out and he’s the least observant person I know.”

You flushed a furious red. It wasn’t as if you were too shy, or scared to confess to Yugyeom. Who would be? No matter how sexy he might act with his leather jackets and expensive car, Kim Yugyeom was the sweetest person you knew. He was the most approachable, friendly, non-judgmental guy ever. Nobody could be afraid to tell Yugyeom anything.

“If I wanted to ask Yugyeom out, I would have done it by now,” you replied confidently.

“Right.”

“I just… don’t want to date him. He’s a friend.”

“Right.”

“Why are we even talking about me? Weren’t we talking about Hyemi? Are you sure you want to go meet Youngjae in those sweatpants?” you demanded. Hyemi’s eyes widened and she slung her bag over her shoulder.

“Oh my god, you’re right, I should go change. I’ll see you guys later!”

You nodded and waved goodbye, ignoring the knowing smile that Nari was giving you.

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Thursday was the only day of the week that Yugyeom and Bambam had lunch with you.

Of course, you had a class with Yugyeom on Tuesdays mornings too, but he mostly sat with some of his other friends, only giving you a toothy smile and a friendly wave. On Thursdays, you had the blissful advantage of having the same lunch break as Bambam and Yugyeom, and the cafeteria served chocolate pudding.

Yugyeom never missed the chocolate pudding.

And you never missed Yugyeom.

You grabbed your tray and sat down at an empty table with Nari to dig into your food. Lunch break wasn’t as long as you would like and you were starving. Just as you started to dig in, your phone buzzed on the table with a message from Hyemi. You checked it and smiled to yourself.

“What happened?” Nari wondered.

“It’s Hyemi. Turns out Youngjae wanted help organizing Yugyeom’s surprise birthday party on Saturday. He wanted to know if she could get them a discount on a birthday cake, since her mom owns a bakery.”

Nari sighed. “She must be heartbroken. She definitely thought it was a date.”

You pocketed your phone with a sigh. “I still think that if she likes him so much, she should just ask him out. He’s not going to eat her alive. Youngjae is a nice guy. And Hyemi’s really attractive too, she doesn’t have much to be afraid of.”

Nari leaned forward in her seat and smirked. “Is that your problem? You don’t think you’re attractive?”

“What?”

“Is that why you won’t confess to Yugyeom?”

You scoffed. “Excuse me. I’m perfectly satisfied with my appearance. I’m a natural beauty,” you replied as you flipped your hair over your shoulder dramatically. “We’re the most dangerous type, you know.”

“So why won’t you confess to Yugyeom?”

“I told you, if I wanted to do it I would have-”

“Oh, look, here he comes!”

You froze and turned around. Nari wasn’t lying. Yugyeom walked over towards you with his lunch tray and a big, cheerful smile on his face. Your heart skipped a beat when he chose the spot beside you to sit down. Yugyeom’s tall body was too large for the small cafeteria chairs, but he never seemed bothered by things like that. Bambam followed closely behind.

“Hey! What are you guys talking about?” Yugyeom asked.

“We were discussing a friend of mine,” Nari replied, taking a sip of her juice coolly. “She’s liked this guy for a long time but she’s having trouble gathering the courage to ask him out. Well. Actually, it’s difficult to get her to admit she likes him at all, she’s that shy.”

Bambam laughed. “Aww, girls like that are cute. Who is this person?”

“Just a friend of ours you don’t know,” you replied hastily while glaring at Nari. “But I can’t blame her for hesitating to ask him out. A lot of guys have this stupid male ego, they need to be the one to make the first move or they feel emasculated.”

“What?” Yugyeom asked. “Who told you that? That is not true!”

“Exactly!” Bambam agreed with a nod. “I would never be picky about that. I’d be happy that the girl likes me enough to make the first move. Even if I didn’t like her enough to go out with her, I’d still be flattered because it feels good when someone tells you they like you, right? That’s not a guy thing. Anyone would feel nice if they received a genuine confession.”

Nari grinned. “What do you think, Yugyeom?”

Yugyeom barely looked up from his tray as he swallowed a huge mouthful of food. “Hmm? Oh yeah, I agree with Bambam. It’s great when the girl makes the first move. It’s a shame that they’re often too nervous to do it.”

You looked down at your food. You’d lost your appetite. “Yeah. A shame,” you muttered.

“Haven’t you tried talking to her?”

“Huh?” you looked up at Yugyeom and met his soft brown eyes awkwardly. “What, me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. You’re a pretty confident woman. You should give your friend some advice and talk to her.”

Nari sniggered. “You think she’s confident?’

“Of course she is! I don’t think I’ll ever forget that one time some guy tried to touch her ass and she threw her bag at him and chased him down. The guy nearly peed his pants that day. If you can do that then asking a guy out should be a piece of cake for you,” Yugyeom said with a laugh. He nudged you in the side playfully. “Your crush isn’t going to beat you up for saying you like him!”

Nari nodded and looked at you meaningfully. “Sure. Asking someone out should be easy for her.”

You clenched your fists nervously. Was this how the others saw you? You were a confident person and you always had been. You stood up for your friends and confronted people when they were wrong. If you could yell at a dangerous stranger on the street, then what was a simple I like you in front of a boy you knew and trusted? Confrontation didn’t scare you. Silly emotions shouldn’t either.

Besides. You liked Yugyeom. You liked how positive and friendly he was. How he tried to act cool and suave but could never hold back his laugh. You liked how Yugyeom was loud and silly, yet he could also be soft and sensitive. You liked his broad shoulders and towering height, and the way they contrasted with his childlike smile. You often felt the urge to wrap your arms around him, to inhale his familiar scent or run your fingers through his soft hair and kiss him.

You slammed your fork down on the table. “You really think I can’t do it?” you demanded.

Nari flinched. “What-”

“I’m not a coward or a hypocrite so you can wipe that smirk off your face,” you told her firmly. Adrenaline was pumping through you and you were hit by a sudden burst of confidence and determination. You stood up and turned to your crush. “Yugyeom, come outside. I need to talk to you.”

Yugyeom blinked and pointed at himself weakly. “Me? I’m eating, though-”

“Just come outside now,” you insisted, grabbing his arm and tugging. You weren’t strong enough to actually lift Yugyeom out of his seat, but he put his spoon down and allowed you to pull him to his feet with a small whine.

“Dude, it’s lunch, what is all this about?” he complained as you led him outside of the cafeteria. His hand was warm and despite his protests, his fingers closed gently around yours and made no attempt to pull away. You walked him a short distance away from the cafeteria where there was a small bench next to the lawns and then released his hand.

“Sit,” you ordered him.

Yugyeom folded his arms across his chest and pouted. “This had better not take too long, Bambam will eat my chocolate pudding by the time we get back.”

You took a deep breath. “I… have to tell you something.”

“Okay. Spit it out.”

You took a deep breath but something caught in your throat. How do I look? You wondered suddenly. You hadn’t looked in a mirror since you left home in the morning. Was your hair all right? What if there was something on your face? How could you look Yugyeom in the eyes and tell him you liked him if there was something in your teeth and he was laughing at you the whole time?

“I’m… I’m going to talk facing this way,” you said suddenly, turning your back to him.

Yugyeom, who had taken a seat comfortably in the park bench, raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to talk with your back towards me? Why?”

“I just… just don’t really want you to see my face when I’m saying this.”

“… Okay.”

You clenched your fists tightly and squeezed your eyes shut. You could do this. What was the worst that could happen? Yugyeom wouldn’t be cocky or mean about it. He was a sweetheart. He would be kind enough to turn you down without hurting your feelings.

But what about after that? Would you be able to stay friends? Could you laugh and joke around with him the same way if he knew that you liked him? How were you ever supposed to act the same way again? Wouldn’t you constantly feel humiliated by the memory of his rejection?

Yugyeom blinked. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

You cleared your throat. “I…”

“You’re acting really weird.”

“Just shut up and let me think,” you snapped, closing your eyes. No. You couldn’t think of these things now. If you were going to do this, then you were going to do it coolly and with confidence. I like you. Yugyeom, I like you.

But didn’t that sound too childish? Saying I like you like a teenager? Shouldn’t you sound more mature? But what else could you say? I have feelings for you? That felt too formal and awkward. Your eyes were still squeezed shut. You were painfully aware of Yugyeom waiting behind you and you felt a sense of panic rise up. I’m taking too long. I must look so stupid right now. Hurry up, say something, anything!

Yugyeom’s large hand came to rest on your shoulder gently. He turned and walked around, standing in front of you and bending down so that he could see your face.

“Are you okay?” he asked, with a slightly awkward smile. “Wow, you’re all red.”

You looked up at him nervously. “Don’t- go away-“

“What has you all worked up?” Yugyeom wondered. He looked down at you for a moment, before his eyes widened a little. “You’re not… I mean, this can’t possibly be…”

He knows. He knows I like him, he knows this is a confession, what else could it be? How could you be so obvious? You felt your head spin and blood rushed to your face. You couldn’t look up at Yugyeom, couldn’t face him. You wanted to disappear into the earth. This is a dream, you found yourself thinking. This isn’t real, you’re not about to humiliate yourself in front of Yugyeom.

“Hey! What’s going on?” Yugyeom was waving his hand in front of your face, looking a little worried. “What is up with you, why are you like this?”

Your held your hand up. “Just shut up for a second.”

“Okay?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. Yugyeom was looking down at you worriedly, with his adorably confused expression. You were struck with the vivid image of Yugyeom giving you a forced smile, of him telling you awkwardly that he had never thought of you that way.

That thought terrified you more than anything in your life.

“I can’t do it,” you whispered.

Yugyeom blinked. “What?”

“I- I can’t. I don’t want to. This was such a stupid idea, I can’t- I should have let Nari- I have to go, I’m sorry,” you blabbered out, panicked. Yugyeom looked surprised but stayed silent as you pushed his arm away and ran, your face burning.

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Nari opened the bedroom door loudly.

“A thank you would be appreciated. You left all your stuff in the cafeteria when you ran off. I brought your books and even protected your chocolate pudding from Bambam,” Nari scolded you as she entered your room and put your stuff on the desk. She turned to the large lump on the covers that was her best friend.

You were lying on your stomach on the bed, face pressed into a pillow. It wasn’t a very comfortable position. You slowly raised your head from the fluffy pillow and blinked calmly.

“Nari, I want to die.”

“You poor thing.”

“It was so humiliating. I had no idea what to say! I couldn’t think of anything so I started panicking and to be honest, it felt like some enormous weight was crushing me. And then everything just went blank. Like, who am I? Why am I here? Am I really alive?” you burst out, clutching the pillow to your chest tightly. You let out a loud groan and banged your head against the mattress repeatedly. “I must have looked so stupid- stupid- stupid- stupid!”

“I told you confessing wasn’t that easy.”

“I want to die. I can never step out of this apartment again. Oh god, I must have looked like a complete idiot. Yugyeom must have been laughing at me. Do you think he knows? That I like him?”

Nari laughed. “After all that? Definitely.”

You jolted upright, eyes wide with horror. Your stomach twisted in embarrassment. Oh, why had you gone and behaved so stupidly? Couldn’t you have kept your fat mouth shut?

“What did he say? Did he say something after I ran off? Did Bambam say something? What happened?” you demanded.

“You’ll just have to ask him yourself. He was trying to call you, you know.”

You groaned and squeezed the pillow tighter. “How the hell am I supposed to answer his calls? I can’t. I’ll… I’ll change my number. And preferably transfer colleges. Do you think I can transfer mid-semester? What if I just give up on my education and go back to my hometown?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Why aren’t you being more supportive?” you demanded, upset.

Nari chuckled. “Because you deserve every moment of this agony. Good luck figuring out what you’re going to do, because it’s not like you can avoid Yugyeom forever. You’ll have to see him again soon.”

You bit your lip. “Not until next Thursday! We have a class together on Tuesday but I can skip that. Thursdays are the only day our schedules coincide too much to avoid him, so I have until next Thursday to sort out my affairs and find a painless way to die.”

“Actually…”

“What now?”

"Did you forget Saturday is Yugyeom's birthday? We're planning a surprise party. In our house. You promised Bambam and Youngjae that you would decorate!"

Your heart sank.

Oh fuck.

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You snuck around campus on Friday, terrified that you would run into Yugyeom somewhere. You knew perfectly well that he was busy on Fridays and that the two of you didn’t share any classes, but you still kept imagining that you could see him out of the corner of your eye.

It was like seeing ghosts, except you kept seeing Yugyeom’s cheeky smile.

“Hey!”

Your heart nearly dropped into your stomach as a friendly hand landed on your back. You whirled around to see Bambam standing behind you with a big smile; your throat closed up until you scanned your surroundings and confirmed that Yugyeom was nowhere to be seen.

“Relax, he has class,” Bambam told you with an amused laugh.

You flushed. “Fuck off.”

“Why are you getting mad at me? I didn’t tell you to completely embarrass yourself in front of him. What is wrong with you, anyway?” he asked.

You groaned. “Seriously Bambam, leave me alone.”

“No, sorry, can’t do. I’ve been looking for you all day, we need to talk about Yugyeom’s surprise birthday party, remember? I’m going to take him out to a football game on Saturday morning so that you guys have the time to decorate your apartment and Youngjae will bring over the cake and streamers and stuff. I’ll bring him over to yours at 6 pm, so get everybody ready by then.”

You swallowed. “Uh, Bambam…”

“What?”

“Can the party be someplace else?”

Bambam frowned. “You know what? I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that, because this surprise party was your idea and we planned this because Yugyeom is our friend and we want to make his birthday special. You can be annoying at times but I’ve never thought of you as flaky, so don’t disappoint me now.”

Your heart sank. “Right.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be great. And stop freaking out, you know Yugyeom is the nicest guy ever.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Awesome. Stay in touch. 6 pm tomorrow, keep everything ready!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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You couldn’t breathe, and you weren’t sure if it was from blowing too many balloons or because you were having a miniature panic attack.

It was 5:45. Bambam had texted you guys on the group chat (a special one excluding Yugyeom) that he was on the way to your house with Yugyeom in tow. The streamers and balloons were all in place, you had hung a huge banner that read Happy Birthday Yugyeom in the living room and the cake was on the dining table with the candles in place, waiting to be lit as soon as you heard the elevator come up.

Everything was ready except you.

You were absolutely not ready.

“Whose lighting the candles?” Youngjae demanded. “Should I do it?”

“I will,” Nari volunteered. “Youngjae, you and Hyemi stay near the light switch and the rest of you guys can find places to hide. We all jump out and scream the moment Bambam opens the door, so stay alert.”

“Okay, got it.”

You sidled over to where Nari was standing near the cake and tugged on her sleeve nervously.

“Nari…”

“What?”

“I feel sick,” you mumbled.

“Well, don’t throw up on the cake.”

“No, I’m serious.”

She noticed how white your face had turned and sighed. You were clearly freaking out. Nari wrapped an arm around your shoulder and gave you a friendly side-hug.

“Hey. Everything’s going to be fine. Forget about what happened, okay? Don’t think about it. It’s Yugyeom’s birthday and we’re all here to celebrate. We’re going to surprise him, cut the cake, and then you can sneak out if you’re still feeling uncomfortable. He’s a sweetheart. He’ll understand.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

She smiled. “You really like him, huh?”

You couldn’t respond. You merely tried to distract yourself by looking around the room. Youngjae and Hyemi were waiting near the light switch to surprise Yugyeom and you suddenly noticed that they seemed closer than before.

Hold on.

Were they… holding hands?

You grabbed Nari’s sleeve again. “Am I missing something? Since when are those two so cozy?”

Nari turned to look at Youngjae and Hyemi’s intertwined hands and giggled. “They’re dating now. She took your advice and asked him out on Thursday. It went really well, apparently, he really likes her too. Isn’t it great?”

“Yeah,” you muttered bitterly.

Great.

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Sometimes, you wondered how Yugyeom could be so adorable.

His face turned a furious shade of red as soon as everyone jumped out at him and he let out his usual flustered laugh. His eyes shone delightedly as everyone rushed to hug him and wish him a happy birthday.

Jackson placed a party hat on Yugyeom’s head and Mark had brought a whole load of confetti that now covered Yugyeom’s hair and clothes.

“Come, on, let’s cut the cake!”

Nari lit the candles and set the cake down in the living room. You awkwardly joined everyone as they crowded around it and shoved Yugyeom to the front so that he could blow out his candles. Everyone fell silent.

“Make a wish,” Bambam reminded Yugyeom as he leaned forward to blow the candles out.

Yugyeom’s dark eyes flickered upwards and met yours.

“I already know what I want.”

You clapped along with everyone as they sang Happy Birthday and the cake was smashed into Yugyeom’s face before anyone could take a single bite. He roared in outrage and tried to rub some off on Bambam, only to have his friend shriek about how expensive his shirt was. A cake-fight ensued; one that you really wanted to join but somehow couldn’t.

Fuck.

You liked Yugyeom so much.

What were you going to do? How would you ever get over this? Every tiny part of you was screaming out to go join him and laugh with him and rub some cake into his face like everyone else but your stomach kept twisting and turning unpleasantly.

Had you screwed up an amazing friendship?

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You were lucky that nobody noticed you disappearing into your bedroom. There were a lot of people out there anyway, since Yugyeom had so many friends, and one person missing wouldn’t make a big difference. It was fine.

You could hang out here until everyone left and then come out just to help clean up.

It would be fine.

There was a knock on the door.

“Hey!” Nari’s voice called out, muffled. “It’s me, open up. I brought you some food.”

You sighed in relief and went to open the door. “Thanks, you’re the best-”

You opened the door and came face-to-face, not with Nari but with a sheepishly smiling Yugyeom. He had tried to wipe the cake off his face but there was still a little icing and confetti in his hair. His lips curved into an embarrassed smile and he waved at you awkwardly.

“Hi. Can I come in?”

You swallowed. “Y-yeah.”

“Why are you hiding in here?” he asked you innocently, stepping into your room and closing the door behind him. The apartment was noisy but the moment Yugyeom shut the door, you couldn’t hear anything except for his voice.

“I-I just…”

“You’re avoiding me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I wish you wouldn’t,” he mumbled as his dark eyes met yours.

“S-sorry.”

“Aren’t you going to finish what you started?” he wondered. Yugyeom’s arms were folded across his chest. He was wearing his soft blue sweater; the one you loved on him, the one that made his shoulders look broad and made you want to cuddle into his arms.

“Finish what?”

“You started saying something and then you flaked out on Thursday. Remember? At lunch? I’ve been calling you for two days and you haven’t been answering. You didn’t even wish me a happy birthday today. I thought you would at least send a message in the morning. It’s not fair, I didn’t do anything wrong,” Yugyeom insisted with a pout.

You felt guilty. “Sorry. I-Happy Birthday.”

He smiled. “Thank you.”

“I got you a present. Hold on- I have it somewhere here, I was just going to give it to your later when everyone gave you the presents, I think it’s in my closet because I didn’t want it to get messy-”

“Hey,” Yugyeom cut you off. He had a soft smile on his face, one that made you heart skip a beat. “You can give me the present you bought me later. Can I ask for something? Since it’s my birthday? You have to give me whatever I want.”

You swallowed. “Yeah, sure.”

Yugyeom took a step back and then opened his arms wide. You stared at him for a moment, not understanding, but he simply stood there patiently and smiled as he held his arms out. It took a few moments for your brain to descend from its state of panic and understand that he wanted you to hug him.

“Oh-”

You stepped closer and Yugyeom’s arms closed around you tightly.

He smelled wonderful; you couldn’t help but inhale the familiar scent that was his and your heart skipped a beat when his strong arms wrapped around you and he nuzzled his face into your neck. You could feel his warm breath on your skin. It was comfortable. It was both incredibly familiar and incredibly exciting and you melted into his embrace.

“Hey,” Yugyeom mumbled against your shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to finish what you were saying on Thursday.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Huh?”

“Just finish it. I could always finish it instead, but I know you too well. You’ll beat yourself up forever if you flake out entirely, and I don’t want that to happen. You’re strong and confident. You can do anything. ”

“W-what if I can’t?”

Yugyeom pulled back and smiled. His brown eyes looked down at you softly and he lifted a hand to gently stroke your hair. He chuckled and bit his lip. “Then I’ll be disappointed.”

You squirmed. “I-let me go-”

“No, no, I’m sorry,” he apologized with a laugh, as his arms tightened around you. “Fine. If you don’t want to say it first then I’ll say it. Okay? Do you want me to do it instead?”

You looked up at Yugyeom’s soft expression and your heart sank.

Ah, fuck. No. You didn’t want him to say anything.

It didn’t matter what Yugyeom felt or didn’t feel. You liked this man standing in front of you. You liked every single part of him, from his confetti-covered hair to his long legs and adorable cheeky smile. You liked his passionate and carefree nature. You liked Yugyeom and it was a nice feeling and you decided in that moment that it was nothing to be ashamed of.

“Yugyeom,” you said quietly.

“Yeah?”

“I like you.”

His cheeks flushed red and he looked down at you with a giddy smile.

“Me too,” he mumbled shyly.

You felt every single part of your body relax.

“Oh-”

Yugyeom suddenly leaned down and placed a quick, chaste kiss on your lips. It was over in a heartbeat but you could still feel the soft imprint of his lips against yours. Yugyeom’s ears turned red and he looked equally embarrassed when he let go of you and took a step towards the door.

“Come on,” he told you, flushed. “Before they finish whatever’s left of the cake. You’ll have to help me fight Jackson.”

You nodded, holding back a smile, and followed him.

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All I Feel Is you, All I See Is you, All I Need is you... - Kim Yugyeom

Request (requested by @agust-june): Okay this just popped in my head but can you do a one-shot with Yugyeom but it's like the These Nights Mv by Rich Brian and Chungha😁😁😁😁😁

A/N: Hope I captured the idea well, sweetie. Pls, enjoy!

Genre: fluff, romance, suggestive

Words: 2k

- gifs are not mine, credits to rightful owners

- English is not my first language, so please let me kindly know if I did a mistake

The days were getting longer as the summer was slowly coming and the spring season in full bloom. The sun was slowly going down, gradually hiding behind the Namsan hill casting a shadow on one of the parts of the big city. The air was filled with cherry blossom fragrance and a warm breeze running through the streets of Seoul city were making people going out of their homes to the walks around the city or just sit around the shores of the Han river.

You just get out of the work and on your way home you saw many lovely couples making you reminding you of the beautiful face of your precious boyfriend. Yugyeom and you never had much time for each other since both of you were seeking your successful carriers. And both of you really loved your work. And even if the moments together weren’t as frequent as with other couples, those moments were always memorable and cherished the most.

But today you felt like you needed to see him no matter what. You needed to feel him, see him, have your arms around him. You stopped and turned on your heel and started walking to the direction of JYP Building. For a brief moment, you thought you are selfish but it quickly was replaced with the feeling of loneliness and emptiness. Your steps were fast and impatient as you were closer and closer to your goal. You didn’t even notice how wide your smile became as you saw the shining building of the label for which your boyfriend was working for. You quickly ran and entered. Of course, the receptionist already knew you and let you in. Let’s be honest, if she wasn’t your friend it would be much harder to get into the spaces where idols were working.

“Go in!” she told you with a smile.

“Thanks.” you muttered with a smile and she showed you a thumbs up. You were so jealous of her sometimes. She could see her lover every day. Such a lucky guy Mark was.

You quickly ran with a cute smile on your face up the stairs. You knew exactly where to go. You were sure Yugyeom was in the dance studio, once again, working his ass off even when he already perfected all the group’s choreographies. You suddenly ran into a body.

“Hey, Y/N! Nice to see you after such a long time!” Jackson smiled at you.

“Hey, Jackson! Yeah... Yugyeom and I don’t really have time for each other these days.” you blushed from embarrassment.

“He is working super hard. You know how he can be. But don’t worry, he is always talking about you.” he giggled and winked, “We feel that you are here with us more than Mark’s girl.” he said and you blushed again thanks to the words he just told you. You never knew Yugyeom was always thinking about you like that.

“Go! He is in dance studio again. Please, take him out of there. Here is there almost all day. We are starting to worry, seriously.” he laughed and you just nodded, said ‘bye’ and went to the Yugyeom.

You gently opened the door of the room where music was blasting loudly. A tall man was moving around his body, sharp moves exactly and perfectly on the beat. A black tank top making his arms and making some of his tattoos visible. Sweat falling down on his forehead but still going without a signal of exhaustion. For a second you were caught in the fine movements of your lover. It was so smooth but so powerful at the same time, like himself in your relationship.

As the song ended you started clapping, leaning on the wall beside the doors. His eyes and body immediately turned to your direction. Even tho his breathing was fast his face brightened up with the familiar smile you loved the most in this whole world. He ran to you and caught you into a tight hug. Even tho he was sweaty, you didn’t care and hugged him tightly back.

“What are you doing here?” he asked brightly when he broke the hug.

“I needed to see you. I missed you so much.” you said looking down and playing with his fingers.

“I missed you too. Sorry for not being with you recently. I feel horrible but for some reason, I wake up and if I don’t think about you I think about work. Hope you’ll forgive me.” he said and smiled sadly.

“Awwww!” you couldn’t help but coo at his cute face. You took his cheeks between your palms and caressed them softly. “You should stop overworking yourself, love. I might be selfish but sometimes I want you just for myself.” you pecked his lips after.

“Ok, tonight you will get it.” he winked at you.

You giggled, “What do you mean?” your head leaned to the side, confused.

“You’ll see. Wait here. I’m just going to shower, change clothes and will be right back.” he kissed your forehead and ran out of the room with an excited smirk.

You waited for a couple of minutes and the door opened with Yugyeom in a fresh white shirt, black jeans, a pair of combat boots and a leather jacket. You quickly realised that you were staring with an opened mouth so you closed it and looked away. It was a long time that you were together but he always made you blush with simple things like this. And he knew it very good. He walked to you and hugged you from the back, kissing your right cheek softly.

“Ready?” he asked in a deep voice which sent shivers down your spine.

“Let’s go, captain.” you winked at him making him chuckle and shook his head.

He took your hand in his and walked with you to the building garage. As you were walking you just now noticed the backpack on his shoulders. You didn’t pay attention to him because you thought he has his training clothes in it. You thought he would just open his car and you two would go to the dinner or something. But no...

“Yugyeom...? What is this?” you asked in a confused tone.

He chuckled, “A surprise. I bought this beauty a week ago. And when I was buying it I was thinking about a little trip with my love.” he kissed your forehead, took your bag and along with his backpack he placed it into the leather big bag on the back part of the motorcycle.

“W-what? You know how to ride it?” you asked making him laugh.

“Well, of course, I do, my love. Hop on. I know a good camp not so far from Seoul.” he said as he sat on the vehicle.

“I don’t have any clothes! No food! Nothing!” you said nervously.

“Ok, love... first of all, you won’t need any clothes through the night.” he winked, “And second of all I have food. And third, we both missed each other. We are both in work most of the time. Our schedules are so tight and so organised. Let’s do something spontaneous together.” he offered you his hand, “Let’s runaway for a moment together.” he smiled. What you should have done? He was looking at you with those big beautiful puppy eyes and offering you to run away with him like in those romantic films? Of course, you sat behind him without much thinking and hugged his waist tightly.

“Tonight is only ours, baby,” he whispered to you.

With that, he started the engine and with you behind him, he fastly set off to the late evening. The sun was already down, just the sky on the horizon was pinkish with the little touches of an orange colour. The wind was messing up with your hair but you were just giggling. The warm air in this speed was more like a cold breeze but you didn’t care since the heat of Yugyeom body was warming you up. You felt more happy and free that your whole life. How perfect this was? You just didn’t feel a single sad molecule in your body.

As you came out of the city you already felt the air being more fresh and clean. Nature around was breathtaking, you just was looking around with the biggest smile on your face. No cars on the road, just you two riding through the escalating darkness that was getting thicker and thicker every minute. As you saw the light of the camp in the distance, Yugyeom slowed down the motorcycle and the slow speed was the best thing. This moment was already intimate but when you just could lean into his back and lovingly hold him you couldn’t be happier.

Yugyeom stopped the motorcycle right before the camp. You almost stopped breathing. The camp was in the hills and you could see a Seoul’s city lights in the distance from the beautiful viewpoint. There were small wooden cabins around the camp. Yugyeom secured the motorcycle next to one of those cabins and smiled at you.

“My friend has this little camp and he told me that one cabin is free tonight. Let’s go.” he said with your bags in his hands. You happily followed him. It was really small. Just simple double bed and that was it. But you didn't know that Yugyeom had other plans. Yugyeom took the mattress from the bed and moved it out to the little wooden terrace attached to the cabin.

You started giggling, “What the heck are you doing, Gyeom?” you asked as he was placing all the blankets and pillows on the mattress

He looked up at you, “We never slept under the stars. And this is a perfect opportunity since I couldn’t find a tent.” he smiled innocently at you. You playfully rolled your eyes but laid down next to him when he was done.

“See? I don’t have any pyjamas. How can I sleep now?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow.

He smirked as he started playing with the bottom of your shirt, “I told you that you won’t need clothes for the night.” he said and kissed you. He went for a hot makeout season right from the start, lifting your shirt up and putting your hands underneath his shirt on his hot skin and abs.

“Hey!” you broke the kiss with red cheeks. “Stop, somebody will see us. You said there are other people too.” you whined.

He smirked, “No one will see us when I’ll do this.” he said and turned off the lights of the cabin, leaving you in darkness. The only light was the silver soft light of the full moon. Yugyeom immediately kissed you again and climbed above you. His mouth was glued to your lips as he desperately started grinding his crotch against yours like he does in some choreographies. He missed you and your body. He craved you and only you. He was swallowing your whimpers every time he brushed your sensitive parts against each other. You were shy and he loved how he could always corrupt you, even in the middle of nature. You could feel him proudly smirking into the kiss every time he made you release a whimper, whine or a moan. It was boosting his ego and sending all the blood and senses right down between his legs.

“All I Feel Is you, All I See Is you, All I Need is you... I’ll be your baby tonight, my lady.” he smirked and kissed you once again slowly taking off the clothing that was covering your body, You were the only woman who could make him do things like this, the only woman who could make him this wild...

#got7 #got7 fluff #got7 yugyeom #kim yugyeom #yugyeom #got7 scenarios #got7 oneshot #kpop fanfiction #yugyeom oneshot #got7 smut

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pocket-scenarios · 5 years

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I Know - Yugyeom

(Admin: Vector)

“What do you know?” You snap nodding your head in Yugyeom’s direction your eyes glaring harshly in his direction tears pooling at the corners of your eyes, “how could you know anything about me?” You say with a bitter laugh, “I hardly know your name, yet you want to act like you know everything about what happened,” your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip your head dropping away from him.

“I’m going to let this go since you’re hurt,” Yugyeom warns pointing his index finger in your direction, you scoff keeping your eyes on his hand before stepping past him.

“Kim Yugyeom,” you pause, “everyone has a past that they aren’t proud of,” you pause again, “just because mine is pitiful and everyone likes to talk about it, doesn’t mean you know me,” you conclude continuing to walk out of the empty classroom.

“Can you at least tell me then?” Yugyeom calls, “can you at least let me know what really happened?” His voice trails off into a softer one.

“You transferred here a week ago,” you turn back towards him leaning against the desk in front of you, “you should have heard it all,” you close your eyes letting out a heavy sigh dropping your head towards the desk you’re leaning most of your weight onto.

“I want to know your story,” Yugyeom moves towards the desk you’re at taking wide steps to where you’re standing, “why,” he trails off, “why do they think someone, as strong as you, is pitiful?” He concludes resting one of his own hands on the desk.

“Sorry,” you say softly, “I can’t,” you push yourself off of the desk, “I’m leaving,” you force yourself to turn away from him each of your steps feeling heavier than usual.

#yugyeom imagine #yugyeom scenario #yugyeom oneshot #yugyeom drabble #got7 imagine #got7 scenario #got7 drabble #got7 oneshot #got7 yugyeom imagine #got7 yugyeom scenario #got7 yugyeom oneshot #got7 yugyeom drabble #pocket scenarios #JYP #Admin: Vector

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winter-dayz · 8 months

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Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist: @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

#angst #bangtan sonyeondan #blackpink #fictober #fluff #got7 #horror #itzy #monsta x #oneshot #reader #smut #stray kids #tomorrow x together #wonho

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fandomnovella-blog · 1 year

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The Bad Boy: Im Jaebeom

It was the senior prank day and that usually meant chaos! Last year some students toilet papered the school oak tree! God knows what was gonna happen this year! The pranks got more extravagant as the years passed! You walked into school a little weary of what you’d find! You held your binder close to you ready to bat away anything that might be about to splatter, explode or spray in your direction. You didn’t wanna take any chances and stayed away from the most crowded places in the school. To your confusion, the day passed pretty normally although every time you turned a corner you thought a bucket would land on your head. You checked your phone to make sure that the date was right. It was. So where were the pranks? Where was the screaming, running and laughing? You were slightly disappointed at this year’s turnout. You didn’t have to be for long. You were walking down the corridor of the beauty studies block, when someone grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the nearest empty classroom! You closed your eyes in terrified anticipation!

“Why are you closing your eyes?” Asked a voice laced with laughter. You peeked through your eyelashes and saw… oh nooo. Jaebeom, panting in front of you. His three piercings sparkling as they dangled from his ears. Get a run in with him and you were either in trouble with him or because of him and he didn’t care about either. You definitely didn’t want to get in trouble because of him and you didn’t much like the idea of being stuck in summer detention WITH him either. “I thought…you would throw something at me…cos, you know, Prank day.” You said meekly still flinching against the wall.

He bent down so you were at eye level. “Really now,” he said coyly “And what did you think I would throw?”

“I don’t know,” You said shakily “Eggs?”

“Did you really think I would be that sloppy?” He asked you through breathless chuckles, “Eggs? Really?! This isn’t 1985.” You felt a little stung.

“Well, you didn’t. That’s the main thing.” You said as you straightened up. You eyed the door, thinking of any excuse to put 1000 kilometres between you two. It wasn’t worth your college application to stay near him. “Listen,” you said quickly.

“This has been great and all but- “

“Today’s your lucky day Y/N! You’re gonna be my accomplice!” said Jaebeom smirking.

“I have managed to get through today without getting pelted, attacked drenched or jumpscared. I’m not gonna stop that streak.” You said backing away.

“And I’m not getting caught and put in detention on Senior Prank Day either, at least, not alone,” said Jaebeom. “So, either you help me keep my streak or lose your squeaky clean rep. Your choice.” He folded his arms his arms, smirking, and waited for your response. You hung your head.

He chuckled and then, and then turning around in front of you said, “How do I look?”

You glanced at him quickly, “That’s a dumb question, you know you always look…” then you actually took a good look at him and was surprised to see that he was…well…scruffy! It was like he had been rolling around in a barn; feathers and bits of straw were hanging from his hair and clothes.

“Well, I have to say you don’t look as good as you usually do.”

“You think I look good?” said Jaebeom smirking triumphantly at the annoyance on your face.

“You know that’s not what I me- “

“I ran into a little chicken trouble.” He said cutting you off your excuse.

“Chicken trouble?” You began to ask curiously, then shaking your head said quickly “Actually don’t tell me. The less I know the better.”

“So, are you gonna help me or not?”

“I haven’t got a choice, have I?” You sighed defeated, “What do you want me to do?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Help clean me up?”

“I don’t carry that sort of stuff with me.” You said holding out your hands to indicate they were empty.

“Look around you” he said “We’re in the beauty block.”

“Yeah, but all the beauty supplies are locked up af-“ you never got to finish your sentence. Jaebeom had found a hair pin picked the lock of the supply closet and was taking out spray, a hair dryer, some product and a comb.

“Now can you clean me up?”

Sighing, you began to brush his head roughly with your hand; trying to finish your task as soon as possible.

“Jeez! Why are you being so heavy handed?” winced Jaebeom, shielding his head from any more of your swipes.

“Cry-baby.” You muttered under your breath, but you took the straw and feathers out of his hair gentler, making sure not to miss a single strand. When it was all out of his hair, you took the comb, slicked his hair back and sprayed it so it would stay in place. “All done! Now can I leave?!” you said impatiently. Without saying a word to you he stuck his head around the door.

“Not just yet” he said, looking over your shoulder. “Miss F is walking down the hall.”

“That’s not my problem!” you said defiantly You turned to leave but he suddenly spun you around and held you close, his hands on your hips and your noses almost touching. You went to push him away, but he held firm staring in your eyes with an intensity you had never seen before, he said slowly and quietly “Just look this way.” You heard the door open.

“Honestly, Jaebeom? Here?” Said the teacher. She gestured towards where you both stood.

“Well, what can I do Miss?” Said Jaebeom with a smirk “We needed somewhere more…private for our date! People were running around everywhere!” You turned red and resisted the urge to gag. If you got in trouble because of him…

“I really didn’t need to know” Said Miss F, “You wouldn’t have anything to do with 12 chickens would you?” You choked! So THAT explains the chicken trouble.

“Nothing Miss.” Said Jaebeom innocently. She eyed him suspiciously, of course she wouldn’t believe a word he said, he was IM JAEBEOM!

“So, what’s all THAT on the floor?” she asked looking at the mess of straw and feathers from Jaebeom’s hair. He opened his mouth to speak but you jumped in quickly,

“That was me, Miss!! You told me to work on my texturing in art class so I decided to use feathers, sorry for the confusion.” and you hastily bent to pick them up. It didn’t sound believable to you at all but you hoped and prayed to all the gods that she would fall for it; and anyway, you weren’t lying, she HAD asked you to work on your texturing in art class.

“I see…” the teacher said quietly. It seemed to you that she was deciding whether to believe this lie, “Well, whatever the case get out of the classroom you know they’re out of bounds at lunchtime.” And with that she left the room.

“Happy chicken hunting Miss!” called Jaebeom after her. When you were sure she had gone you stood up and stared incredulously at him,

“I swear to God Jaebeom! You let loose twelve chickens in the school?!”

Jaebeom chuckled “Nope, I let loose 11.”

“So why- “

“We tagged them, but we purposely missed out number eleven and wrote twelve instead! They’ll be looking for that twelfth chicken for hours!” Then he considered you “You’re a good sport you know.” He said, looking over you. “I like your quick thinking!”

“I didn’t have a choice!” you said exasperated.

“Be honest with yourself. You like the thrill.”

“Not a bit.” You replied adamantly.

“We’ll see…” he said tentatively. He winked and left the room. UGH! Jaebeom! At least you didn’t get caught.

“Chickens, that really did top last year’s oak tree situation…” You muttered to yourself, “Clever of them to mis-tag the chickens!” You laughed quietly at how Senior Prank day had gone. Definitely not how you had expected. At that moment your phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number

“Told you 😉-JB.”

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