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jj-ktae · 5 years

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Millennials - Part 6 -

Title: Millennials Genre: Fluff, romance Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x You Summary: Life is made of stages and each of them is a hard push on the back, forcing you to forge ahead. You’re facing your biggest crisis, and then there’s him, who lives from day to day. Of course he does, he is just a kid. Words: 3535 Warning: Small age difference. Yugyeom x Noona Reader.

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- Part 6 -

There’s no such thing as sadness, Yugyeom thinks. Everything is good in life. The weather is perfect, everyone is beautiful, the food tastes better than usual and wow, when did his skin become so perfect?

He communicates with you via messages because you’re busy and honestly, he doesn’t mind. You never wait for too long before answering, you agree to whatever he proposes and most importantly, you’ll be seeing each other at work tonight.

Yugyeom had no idea he would ever be excited about going to work.

“Look, it’s our Don Juan.” Jackson is the first one to tease Yugyeom when he joins his friends the day after. They’re supposed to do some shopping and Bambam is currently trying to walk around, his arms full of extravagant clothing and jewellery.

“Bam! Can you hurry the fuck up! I can’t find anything interesting in that shop!” Jackson yells before turning around to find a cutely blinking Yugyeom. “Also, don’t leave me with the lovesick guy!” he finishes, his body leaning against a huge rack of belts.

“Do I look lovesick? Because I am. God, I’m so in love.” Yugyeom sighs dramatically but his face shows nothing but pure bliss.

He cannot believe what is happening in his life. Nothing seems real, it’s like a dream dangerously close to end until he pinches his hand. Yugyeom has no idea how to function anymore but does he even care? What is reality even? He doesn’t mind staring at the wall for hours if it means reminiscing the awesome kisses he gave you.

He certainly has no problem grinning to himself and feeling full just thinking about how your hands grabbed his with tenderness.

“You look stupid.” Jackson concludes with a shrug as Bambam comes back with huge shopping bags and greets a dreamy Yugyeom.

“It’s okay.” Yugyeom doesn’t mind being teased. He isn’t even sure he is aware of his surroundings anymore. His feet are floating, taking his body wherever the hell it has to go and following his friends.

It’s been one day and he is still not over the fact that he is dating his precious noona.

He will never have enough of your cute tone over the phone. He loves your shy reactions and embarrassment whenever he becomes cheesy and sweet.

Goodnight, Gyeomie.

He starts laughing whenever he thinks about the way you call him.

“Here he goes again…” Bambam sighs as he puts the heavy bags into Jackson’s car. His friend merely pats him on the back before whispering about weird kids.

Bambam observes him one last time and laughs when Yugyeom whines cutely in front of his phone.  “She’s so cute. She’s too cute I don’t think I’ll survive. She’ll be the end of me!” Yugyeom wails again, his long body colliding with the car seat.

“STOP IT!” Both his friends warn him but he barely listens.

He is on cloud nine.

The grocery shop is empty tonight. A huge storm is threatening the whole city, worrying its people and resulting in them staying in for the whole day. You had no trouble coming to work, which is fine but as you’re staring at the wall, you’re wondering if time is going to pass as slowly as it does, now.

The door opens, turning your attention from your book and the reminder of your sentimental status enters, smiley and careful.

You don’t know how to act. Yugyeom is blooming, teeth showing because his smile is huge. He walks toward you and stops himself before he can lean for a kiss. He knows too much about you to act carelessly. Knowing you, you will probably tell him to be discreet.  How can he? He wants to talk to everyone and tell them he is dating the perfect girl waiting behind the cash-register and who looks like she wants to murder everyone.

Yugyeom takes his jacket off and waves at you, his cheeks turning pink. “Hi, noona.”

You nod, looking around the shop to make sure that the customer who just came in behind Yugyeom won’t see it. “Hey, Yugyeom.”

Yugyeom stills, his smiles dying at the mention of his full name. You seem distant, cold even, but maybe you’re just shy? He lets it go for now, not eager to feel depressed when he should enjoy your presence.

“Excuse me?” The customer asks as he peeks from behind the aisle. You simply raise your head at Yugyeom when you don’t see him move.

Is he going to stare at you all day? Gosh, it’s so embarrassing.

“Can you please go and see what he needs?” You ask, your tone harsher than intended and if you didn’t go back to reading your book, you wouldn’t have missed the pure look of hurt painting Yugyeom’s face.

He walks away, silent.

You hear him speak but he sounds dejected. It’s not like you can do anything about it. You don’t want to be this way but it’s out of your reach. Yugyeom makes you go soft and if you don’t mind being mushy on the phone, reality is harder and turns you into that bitch Yugyeom doesn’t deserve.

When the customer arrives, Yugyeom strolls to the storage room and decides to ignore you. You don’t know what to do so you let him be. It’s a pity, you both should enjoy the feeling of being together but because of you everything is ruined. 

After two hours of ignoring each other and him doing his best to hide into the storage room to apparently sort it out, you start freaking out. What if Yugyeom breaks up with you? What if he understands that you’re a bitch and will probably hurt him even more if he stays around you?

He was so sweet the day before with his flower and oh god, the way he kissed you back, how gentle he was.

You want to slap yourself so hard when you come back to your sense. You thank the last customer before she goes away and decide to go and see him.

Knowing Yugyeom, he must feel so sad about the situation.

You enter the storage you and he stops as soon as he sees you, arms full of tiny boxes. “Do you need something?” He asks, expectant and worried for what might probably come. 

What if you break up with him? What if you realised he will never be good enough for you and change your mind? He should have known; it was too good to be-

“I’m sorry.” You say calmly. “I’m sorry for acting weird and being cold. I just…it’s new to me, you know? I don’t know how to act; I feel like I don’t know how to be a good girlfriend so I push you away before I can embarrass myself some more.” You rub your face tiredly, mad at yourself for being the reason behind Yugyeom’s pouty face.

The latter says nothing and simply puts the boxes down on the floor, sighing.

He gets up and stares at you, his arms crossed over his chest and you understand he is mad at you.

But he isn’t and it takes a second for him to reach for you and wrap his arms around your frustrated form.

“Don’t think about it too much, Noona. If anything bothers you, just tell me.” He leans and hides in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. “I can understand. I’m young but I’m not stupid.” He jokes because he feels relieved and doesn’t want you to feel too bad about the situation.

“I don’t think you’re stupid, Gyeomie.” You sigh, as guilty as ever. He is still beating himself when you’re the one at fault.

Yugyeom squeals and parts from you just enough to see your face. “God, it’s even better when you say it to my face.” He leans before you can even answer and kisses you.

It feels good. Yugyeom is the same gentle person, careful and caring as his long fingers cup you chin to deepen the kiss. You let him, your own hands grabbing his shirt to keep your balance as your knees go weak. He even hums into the kiss when his tongue shyly meets yours, not afraid to let you know how much he enjoys it.

His lips leave yours when he finds himself too overwhelmed and his fingers end in your hair, threading the locks in adoration. His eyes look at you with all the love they can hold and he smiles. “I have to practice later; do you want to come and watch me dance?”

You nod, eyes still closed but fluttering open when you hear him chuckle cutely.

The grocery shop’s door opens before he can kiss you again so he merely brushes his nose against yours affectionately before walking back into the shop.

You take a deep breath and try to focus on your breathing because your heart is melting.

You ignore Naya’s messages when you sit into the dance studio. She is teasing you non-stop, sending numerous times “you’re so whipped” along with a ton of emojis and you’re sure you’ll kill her next time you’ll see her annoying smiley face. Yugyeom went to change and you’re not sure you’re ready to see him dance but the place is empty and the atmosphere is so cosy. It feels like some really professional studio where talented crews come up with great choreographies.

Yugyeom arrives rapidly, his clothes drastically different and skin out in the open. He looks rather embarrassed for his face has never been so red and goes to the speaker to connect his phone, starting the upbeat music.

“Just tell me if you get bored, okay?” He says from where he stands in the middle of the room and you nod, legs crossed and eyes wide open.

What you see goes beyond your expectations. It takes a while but as soon as he starts moving, you see it, peeking from behind the floating top he is wearing.

Yugyeom has tattoos?

They seem to be everywhere, on his ribs, on his shoulders, they come and go with every move but aren’t enough to make you forget about the way Yugyeom dances. He seems to be a totally different person, from the way his jaw clenches to how passionate his eyes are. His legs look even longer with every step he takes, his pace following the beat perfectly and matching the music heavenly.

 Suddenly, he looks like a man.

This duality amazes you. Earlier he looked like a lost boy in the middle of a crowd and now he seems in control of everything and uncaring of his surroundings. He doesn’t even mind thrusting his hips in the air and even looks at you from time to time, smirking and looking more sensual than cute.

When the music stops, he makes it start all over again and does a whole different choreography, as amazing as the first one yet even more perfect.

You don’t move, captivated and patient, like you’re in front of a mysterious movie. You could watch him for hours you decide, it’s so controlled and perfect.

He is breathless when he is done, but still glances at you to wait for your reaction. You can only clap, your hands now the only sound in the room and Yugyeom blushes again, his dark mode now off and baby boy side back.

“You’re a great dancer. I didn’t know you were…this good.” You muse, eyes shining and looking impressed.

Yugyeom merely shrugs. “Something’s off with that music. I’m supposed to do an improvisation but I’m struggling.” He smiles, grabbing the towel next to you and sitting.

You hum, nodding slowly. You don’t know much about dancing but it doesn’t look like he is struggling at all. “You’re doing amazing, in my opinion. I don’t know much about it but I loved it.” You lean to rest your head over his shoulder but he moves away, whining.

“I’m too sweaty, noona.”

You sigh. “It’s fine, Gyeomie.”

The later smiles sweetly at you. “You’re saying this to get more kisses, aren’t you? You’ve said it around twenty times already. I’m too weak for this, noona.” He leans and stops before his lips can touch yours.

“But you like it, right?” you mumble, looking at him. “Also, you said you wanted to keep on calling me noona.”

“I like calling you noona. You’re my noona, noona.” Yugyeom teases, biting his lip.

“It does sound like a kink.”

He hums. “For who? You or me? You look like you enjoy it, though.”

You smile, reaching up to get a kiss. “I do, I really do.”

The atmosphere is different. It went from being icy to being warm and you have to admit you prefer it that way. You don’t know what the future will be, but you do know that you want him to keep smiling for you.

You sit properly when you’re done kissing him and you finally remember something you’ve been waiting to ask. “So, you have tattoos?”

Yugyeom’s face instantly change, his features turning a soft shade of pink and his hand aiming for his cheek, grabbing the burning skin. “Yes, I-” he looks down, suddenly too self-conscious about his revealing tank top. “I always wear these when I practice, I forget I have those-” He stammers, obviously disturbed, “I hope you don’t mind…?”

You chuckle when you find his expectant gaze. He is too cute to be true. He must probably be thinking that you’re about to break up with him, again. “It’s fine, I like them. How many do you have? I can just see some parts peeking.” You look down and tilt your head, not daring enough to pull on the fabric to reveal what seems to be a flower on his ribcage.

Yugyeom gulps, not expecting to be showing his body after barely a day of relationship. “Ah, well, if you want to see…” He raises on both knees and starts showing you the said flower. “This one is a dandelion.” He pulls on the other side of his tank top to reveal a single sentence. “I also have this one.” He offers his shoulders and then stop, blinking cutely at you.

His hesitation surprises you. “What’s wrong?”

He smiles, the tip of his ears turning as red as tomatoes. “Well, the last one is on my back, I don’t think I should…remove...” his arms fly in the air, mimicking weird moves.

You understand right away and opt for a bit of teasing to relax Yugyeom. “You looked less embarrassed earlier with your hip moves.”

He laughs, head jerking back and acknowledging your remark. “Anyways! These are all I have. Do you have tattoos, noona?”

You shake your head, body now resting against the wall as Yugyeom goes back to a sitting position. He scares you when he claps his hands.

“Let’s take a selfie!” He takes his phone out of his pocket and raises an arm toward you. “I want to have a picture with you, noona.”

“I’m not photogenic.” You make a face but approach him nonetheless.

Yugyeom hushes you and proceeds to take a thousand pictures.

The rest of the night goes by as fast as it started. You grab something to eat on your way out – Yugyeom doesn’t seem to let you go back home – and walk around for a while. It’s peaceful yet stressing, because you have to get used to the overly touchy Yugyeom and his constant need to show you how close he wants to be. He always has a hand around your shoulder and oh god does he have to keep on touching your nape with his way too long fingers?

You like it, you like it to the point of hating it. Nothing about Yugyeom makes you find a reason to refuse his kindness. Not even the cute smiles he offers, not even his gentleman side. You accept everything and it makes your brain cells battle for dominance over which one is going to win the fight of resistance.  One side is obviously drowning into his kindness while the other one freaks out, frightened by the idea of committing to such a great human being.

Naturally, it makes you act like you have two personalities, one giggling when Yugyeom steals a kiss between two trees and another one not reacting when he does cute gesture to make you laugh.

Yugyeom looks puzzled but doesn’t ask. You notice he fears your reactions every time he does something.

And it’s true. Yugyeom is freaking out.

He doesn’t know if it must do with the fact that your relationship is new, or if you’re going to go back on full cold mood any second.

He leaves it at that when he finds himself in front of your doorstep. You barely kiss him before going inside. It’s the end of a roller coaster he isn’t sure he can keep on riding and despite his incredibly great mood earlier that day, he isn’t sure he feels as delighted as he used to.

“She’s scared.”

Jinyoung doesn’t know why he has to deal with a sulky Yugyeom in the middle of his bookstore. The young boy arrived earlier than expected with a sad face and won’t stop whining right onto his face.

“I don’t think she wants to be with me. Sometimes she does look truly happy, but then something happens in her head and she turns cold.” Yugyeom’s body is limp on his friend’s counter, who is currently typing stuff on his computer, focused.

Jinyoung sighs after a while, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tell her. I don’t know what else to say and you will probably never believe anything I try to explain to you.”

Yugyeom scoffs, barely raising his head. “So what do I do? I lost ten years of my life to confess only, what more do I need to do? Can’t we just be happy and romantic and cute?”

“You’re not 10 anymore. If you want your noona you’ll have to fight for it.” Jinyoung laughs, “Kim Yugyeom is discovering life, how interesting.”

“Please, I wanted to see her tonight because it’s her day off and she told me she was busy. What kind of busy? I’m her boyfriend. Well, it doesn’t even feel like I’m her boyfriend. Every time I feel like she is back on normal mode she does that shit again and it’s only been two days.” Yugyeom is frustrated. If he had to explain the situation, he would say it’s way too complicated. He knows nothing about dealing with his own feelings, especially this strong. If on top of that he must deal with a conflicted significant other, he might as well give up.

“I’m telling you,” Jinyoung points a finger to his friend’s forehead and pushes Yugyeom’s head away from his expensive wooden counter. “Talk to her.”

The latter nods, fingers tapping the furniture one last time before getting up. “Are you done yet? I need a drink.”

Jinyoung rolls his eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

Yugyeom feels burdened. He has no experience when it comes to complex relationships and has no clue about how to deal with such weird dynamics. He only knows about living without worrying about the future so of course he can’t deal with you. 

He can’t understand what more he can do, but he also doesn’t know why you agreed on dating him.

Maybe you pitied him. Maybe you didn’t want to hurt him?

The bar is crowded but Yugyeom barely pays attention. He sits and avoids Jinyoung’s remarks like his friend isn’t even there. His mind is clouded by doubt; from the very first thing he should say to you next time he sees you to the possible outcome.

He looks around, barely thanking Jackson when he offers him a fresh beer.

“I don’t think she doesn’t want to be with you. She probably has a hard time accepting? I agree with Jinyoung, get that talk. It’s the only way to know and reassure her if needed.” Jackson announces when Yugyeom stays quiet. He looks back at his friends and agrees, grabbing his beer and drinking softly.

“It hurts to say this but,” Jinyoung leans on the table, “Jackson is right.”

Jackson rolls his eyes dramatically, puffing. “I, too, can be a smart-ass.”

Yugyeom smiles at the two, turning around when a group of people start singing way too loudly.

“Just enjoy for tonight, you’ll think about it-” Jackson pats his friend but slows his pace when he sees the way Yugyeom’s face turns shocked.

Jinyoung glances at the two, “What’s wrong?”

Yugyeom tilts his head, brows furrowed as he scoffs, bitter.

“She’s here.”

“What?” Jinyoung raises from his chair to get a better view and Jackson starts looking around the room, clapping his hands.

“Great, finish your drink and go talk to her!”

Yugyeom softly shakes his head, his eyes turning too dark to be considering any sort of normal discussion.

He doesn’t get it.

Why the hell are you sitting and laughing with another guy?

“I don’t think she wants to see me, right now.”

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luxekook · 4 years

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lowkey highkey want to write a jungkook x noona!reader x yugyeom one-shot ......

#too many ideas #too little time #jungkook x reader #yugyeom x reader #noona reader #bts #got7 #97 maknaes

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noonawrites · 2 years

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Birthday Boy

ღ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: boyfriend! Jinyoung x girlfriend! reader

ღ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut

ღ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: spanking, oral (male receiving) , dirty talking, pet name, slight slapping, mirror sex

⇢ I wrote this for his birthday and never posted, but here it is. Enjoy :) ⇠

“Man, you’re getting old“ Bambam said, laughing and dodging Jinyoung's slap on his arm.

As much as Jinyoung didn’t want to admit, he was indeed getting older that day. His birthday was not a day he looked forward to each year, but this year he was happy he was drinking in his house with the people he loved most in the world, celebrating one more year in his life.

“Come on, don’t say that, he looks young anyway“, Jackson said, blinking his lashes playfully while they laughed.

“Cheers to that“, JB raised his glass and all of them followed, drinking their soju and being loud, as usual.

“When is Y/N getting here?” Mark asked, looking around suspiciously

“I thought she’d be here by now, I’m not sure“, Jinyoung looked at his watch and then at his phone, no signs of messages or anything.

“That’s strange...riiight?“, Jackson said, a smile on his face

“Yeah, well…“, suddenly the lights in the living room went out.

“What? What is wrong with the lights?“, Jinyoung asked, confusion in his voice while the others got up and looked behind him. When he looked back, suddenly he saw a low light coming from the corridor near the door, and then his girlfriend appeared around the corner, holding a big cake with lit candles on top.

“Happy Birthday, baby“, she sang, with a smile while the guys started singing happy birthday, in their own messy and discoordinated way.

He was confused but also amused. He thought something was up when Y/N didn’t answer his call a few minutes before. He smiled when she placed the cake in front of him and felt her lips kissing his forehead.

“Come on, make a wish“, she said, still smiling at him.

He laughed a little, closed his eyes and blew out the candles, while everybody celebrated.

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“Bye guys! I’ll bring you cake tomorrow” , Y/N said waving to Yugyeom and Youngjae, the last ones to leave

“Bye Noona, thank youuu“, Yugyeom said over his shoulder, holding a drunk Youngjae that laughed at nothing.

The girl shook her head, laughing at them, and closed the door again, turning to the kitchen to put the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher. Jinyoung was placing the cake inside the fridge when she put the last cups in the dishwasher and gave him a back hug. He smiled, holding her arms against his body.

“Did you have fun, baby?“, she asked softly, smelling his perfume on his sweater while his hands caressed her arms.

“Of course I did. It was a great birthday“, he said, letting her go and turning around to properly hug her.

“Really? I know you don’t like birthdays but I wanted to bring your friends over to help you relax a bit”, She held him by his neck while he hugged her waist.

“I know and I’m glad you did. I missed them and I needed some time off to see them and be with you “. He bent a little to kiss the tip of her nose, making her laugh

“I’m glad you’re happy, baby “, she ran the tip of her fingers on his hair, making him shiver

“I am...Do you wanna know what I wished for?“, he said, caressing her waist with his thumbs. She shook her head. “I wished for two things. One, to have more moments like this, where I can be with all the people I love. I wish to be this happy constantly”.

“That’s so sweet, Jiny!“, she kissed his lips softly, looking at him with adoration after “And what is the second thing you wished for?”

“Well…” he bent down, bringing his lips to her ear and whispered ”I wished for you to be wearing that black lingerie set under this little dress”.

She laughed at his words, biting her lower lip and looking him in the eyes. She loved when he did that. When he was all sweet but provoking. She took a step back, releasing her body from his embrace, with a grin on her lips.

“Well, then...I guess your wishes will come true after all”, she said, unbuttoning the top of her dress.

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Moaning and low whispers were the only sounds that could be heard in the apartment. The temperature outside was low since it was starting to get cold but inside their shared bedroom they could hardly feel it. Jinyoung was in a sitting position against the frame of the bed,looking straight to the wall in front of him where they just installed a full body mirror. He could see her body, especifically her ass, with thigh high socks , her push up bra and no underwear. He was happy they installed that mirror. He was distracted looking at her ass but closed his eyes when he felt a particular delicious motion of her lips around him. He looked at her again, his other hand holding her hair away from her face. She said she was going to give him a birthday present but he never expected it to be that good.

“Princess, you’re so good to me...this is the best birthday gift ever“, he whispered in between moans, her tongue doing wonders on his cock. She moved her hands so the stimulation didn’t stop while she whispered

“It’s your day, baby, you’ll get anything you want”.

“Yeah?...Anything?” she nodded in agreement “ Then come here and ride me, yeah?”

She agreed, quickly positioning herself over his length , his hands holding her waist, pushing her down slowly. They both moaned when he entered her, his cock filling her up nice and slow. He held her by the neck and pulled her to his lips, kissing her urgently.

His hands squeezed her hips to signal for her to move, and so she did. She started at a slow pace and then began to bounce on him after a while. He had his eyes on her face but when he started kissing her neck he was able to see the best view he could ever imagine, on that mirror. Her ass bouncing up and down on his cock while still on her lingerie, the black lace set he loved so much. He squeezed her ass and slapped her cheek, hearing her moan loudly on his ear. He held her close to his body, slapping her again, hearing her moans and his name on her lips. Suddenly he had a better idea.

“Princess, turn around. I’m gonna fuck you while we’re facing the mirror”.

“What?“, she looked him in the eyes, surprised by the request, still moving on top of him

“Yeah you heard me. Turn around for me“, he whispered, kissing her lips again.

Again, she positioned herself, facing the mirror in front of them while he positioned himself behind her, entering her slowly and carefully. He was always careful not to hurt her, even though she could take him. He started moving firmly, holding her hips. The sound of skin against skin echoed on the walls, mixing with her moans and his dirty words, telling her how well she was taking him. She looked at him through the mirror, the best vision she has ever seen. His muscles well defined, contracting due to the strength he was applying on fucking her. His hair was wet on his forehead, a single drop of sweating going down his chest. His face showed how good he felt at that moment. She was glad she could see his face. He saw her staring and smiled, that cocky smile she loved and hated so much.

“Like what you see, baby?... huh? Like to see how good I make you feel? “ his hand going down her right cheek, again.

“ Yeah“ she moaned, holding the sheets on her hands

“ You wanna cum on my cock baby? Huh? My baby wanna cum?”

“Yeah, fuck, yes”

“Ask me nicely“ he said, the other hand going around her thighs, reaching for her clit

“Please baby, please help me cum, please”

“Fuck...that’s my good girl“ he said, moving his fingers on her clit in a circular movement, hearing her moans getting higher while she got closer to her orgasm, helping him reaching his own.

He kept moving his fingers and speeding up his hips until he felt her squeezing him. He moaned loudly, squeezing her hip with one hand, reaching his climax along with hers. He slowed his movements until he came to a stop, leaving her body carefully and laying down beside her. She had her eyes closed, still breathless, but with a smile on her face. He pulled her to lay down on his chest , caressing her hair. He kissed the top of her head, feeling her kiss on his chest and neck, until she reached his lips. He looked at her with adoration, caressing her cheek with one his thumb.

“I love you, you know that?” he kissed her nose again “ I love you so much”

“I know. I love you too. Happy birthday, sweetheart“, she whispered, kissing his lips again

“I want this birthday celebration every year “ he said, laughing

“We don’t need a birthday to celebrate like this “ she said, lifting a brow, laughing

“Weekly celebrations? “ he asked.

“Deal!”

#got7 smut #jinyoung smut #idol smut #got 7 smut #park jinyoung fiction #park jinyoung smut

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junghelioseok · 3 years

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clandestine. | 04

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 6.5k [4/6]

notes: we finally have a set chapter count! did this fic really need to be 6 chapters? absolutely not, but here we are! i’m hoping to have this fella finished up in the next month or so, but we’ll see how that goes given my track record. happy new year, everyone!

warnings: a little underedited bc i’m lazy, shower sex!!! mild? exhibitionist tendencies??? reader is dumb and jungkook is slutty, but what else is new 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“I swear to god, I am going to amputate your arm with a rusty hacksaw if you elbow me one more time.”

Undeterred, your brother prods you again, pouting at you from his spot in the driver’s seat. “I just want another chip, Noona. Don’t be so mean.”

“Are you a baby bird?” you ask in disbelief, gaping at the way he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. “Seriously, I’m not feeding you. Get your own chips if you want them so badly.”

“But I’ve gotta keep both hands on the wheel,” he replies cheekily. “Ten and two positions, at all times.”

You frown. “Didn’t they change it to nine and three?” Nonetheless, you reluctantly reach into the bag in your lap, pulling out a potato chip and delivering it to his waiting mouth. “Next one’s going straight into your nose,” you warn as he happily crunches down on the snack.

Jimin simply offers you a beatific grin in between chews. “Love you too.”

“Nope, I changed my mind. Next one’s going up your ass.”

Your brother has long since grown used to your threats. “Kinky,” he chuckles as he merges smoothly into the next lane over. The song on the radio shifts into something more upbeat, and Jungkook is quick to start humming along under his breath from his spot in the seat behind you. Within minutes, it’s morphed into a singalong, and the offkey warbling of all seven passengers—no matter how dissonant—is a perfect soundtrack for the remainder of the drive.

The beach, when you arrive, is awash with tourists and locals alike, all clamoring to lay claim to a prime stretch of sand and a decent parking space. Jimin manages to snag a spot just as someone else is pulling out, and the rest of you are quick to disembark and scope out the beach for somewhere to set up camp. Plopping your bag down onto the sand, you rifle through it until you find your sunscreen, mentally patting yourself on the back for buying the spray instead of the cream.

“Can I borrow that when you’re done, Noona?” Taehyung asks, watching you wrench off the cap.

You nod, squinting against the sunlight. “Sure. As long as you help me get my entire back.”

“Deal.”

Flashing him a grateful smile, you shimmy out of your shorts and begin applying sunscreen to your arms and legs. Taehyung peels off his t-shirt, and you spray him down too, making sure to coat his entire back before he takes the bottle and does the same to you.

“I might have gone a little overboard,” he admits once he’s done, capping the bottle and tossing it back into your bag. Warm hands settle onto your exposed shoulder blades, deft fingertips rubbing the excess product into your skin. “There, that should do it. All better.”

“Thanks, Tae.” You turn around and reach out, wiping at a stray fleck of the white lotion on his bicep. “You’ve got a little bit here too, hang on—“

“Mind if I borrow this?”

You turn at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. The dark-haired young man is standing there with your sunscreen in hand, his gaze zeroed in on the way your fingertips linger on Taehyung’s bare skin. Awkwardly, you pull away and nod, hoping that neither of them can hear your heart pounding erratically against your ribcage.

“Yeah. Sure. It’s all yours.”

Jungkook grabs his white t-shirt by the collar, tugging it up and over his head in one smooth motion, and you swallow at the way his taut abdomen flexes as he tosses it aside. “You’ll help me get my back too, won’t you, Noona?”

You nod, moving before he can even finish his sentence. Your feet carry you across the sandy ground on autopilot, and Jungkook exhales audibly as your palms smooth along the golden expanse of his muscular back, dipping down to the waistband of his black swim trunks. Ever since his visit to your bedroom last night, you’ve been itching to touch him—to feel every last inch of him. It’s impossible with your watchful brother and group of nosy friends hovering around though, so you settle for this—rubbing sunscreen into his warm skin while he sprays down his arms and legs.

“Thanks, princess,” he murmurs once you’re done, soft enough so that only you can hear and raising gooseflesh on the back of your neck. “Maybe next time, you’ll let me repay the favor.”

Then Yugyeom is calling his name, and Jungkook sprints down to the shoreline to join his friend in the crashing surf, his face creasing with laughter. Each time he emerges from the waves, droplets cling to his skin like glistening diamonds in the sunlight. It’s impossible to look away from the sight, and your tongue darts out to moisten your lips as you watch water drip off his hair and down his nape, pooling in his collarbones before he shakes his head like a dog and sends it spraying in all directions.

All that sunscreen is going to waste, a tiny voice in your head points out, but it’s hard to worry about that when you’re too busy following the path of the water streaming down past his dusky nipples to the ridges of his abdomen. And it’s almost as if he feels your gaze on him, because he’s suddenly staring right back at you, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

“Come on, Noona,” he calls, raking a hand through his drenched hair. “The water’s fine. Don’t make me drag you in.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you call back, immediately regretting it when something equal parts mischievous and dangerous flashes across his face. There’s a glint in his eye that wasn’t there before, and you back away nervously as he emerges from the waves and saunters toward you. “Jungkook—”

“Yes?” he asks, his voice dropping down into a low purr. “What is it, princess?”

You edge around the towel that you’ve laid out in the sand, as if such a flimsy barrier could stop him in any way. “Just—just don’t dunk me under,” you plead.

Jungkook looks genuinely offended by that. “I would never,” he says, laying a hand over his heart and grabbing yours with his free one. “Now come on—let’s get you wet.”

You groan at the innuendo and try to tug free from his grip, but Jungkook only tightens his grasp, cackling the whole way down to the water.

///

The sun is just beginning to set, streaking the blue sky through with wispy strands of orange and gold, when Jimin raises his hand and declares it dinner time. For the past two hours, you’ve all been engrossed in a very tight three-on-three volleyball match with Jimin serving as referee, and upon hearing your brother’s declaration, Minho looks about ready to chuck the ball into the ocean.

“Dude, are you fucking serious? We’re literally two points from winning!” He gestures wildly at an invisible scoreboard only he can see. “No way we’re stopping here. I refuse on principle.”

“Yeah, I wanna see who the real winner is, too,” Jungkook drawls from the other end of the court, where he’s flanked on either side by Taehyung and Yugyeom. “I mean, we’ve been leading for most of the tournament, so…”

Minho scowls. “And we’re about to win the whole damn thing. Just you wait, Jeon.”

Behind him, you and Taemin exchange helpless glances. It isn’t the first time you’ve seen Jungkook and Minho squabble over the years, and you’re sure it won’t be the last. Both possess a razor sharp competitive streak and a certain pigheadedness that only emerges when it comes to athletic endeavors, and luckily, your brother knows this just as well as you do. Heaving a sigh, Jimin wearily gestures for them to continue, resuming his post at the end of the net. “Fine, fine,” he mutters. “Next point wins.”

On the other side of the net, Jungkook’s eyes narrow. “I’m good with that if you are.”

“Oh, I’m good,” Minho retorts. “It’s our serve. You ready?”

Jungkook smirks. “Bring it on.”

Minho cracks his knuckles and tosses the ball over to you for the serve. “All right then, let’s fucking do this.”

You sigh. Taking a deep breath, you heft up the ball, testing its weight before hitting it smoothly over the net. Yugyeom jumps up to intercept, batting it back over to your side, and Minho attempts to spike it back and into the sand. Unfortunately, Jungkook is too quick, and dives down to bump it back over to you. The back and forth continues like this for a while—you see Jimin boredly scrolling on his phone out of the corner of your eye—and you’re strongly considering calling it quits when Jungkook smashes the ball over the net and into the ground right at Minho’s feet.

“And that’s game,” he declares proudly, raking his sweaty hair off his forehead with a triumphant grin.

“Are you finally done?” Jimin asks, rolling his eyes and pocketing his phone. “Thank god. Can we eat now?”

Jungkook claps him on the back in affirmation, ignoring Minho’s loud, adamant protests that your team still technically won. Together, you head back to where your towels and bags sit in the sand, grabbing bottles of chilled water out of the cooler and fishing for snacks. Jimin pulls a package of hot dogs out while Taehyung rips open a bag of chips, and you follow their lead and grab the hamburger patties and buns. “Huh, I swear I bought ketchup,” you mumble to yourself as you rummage through the half-melted ice in the cooler. “Is it not in here?”

“I have it.” Jungkook materializes at your side, proffering the little red bottle. He’s pulled his white t-shirt back on, the material a stark contrast to his tanned skin, and you silently rise to your feet to take it when a sudden wave of lightheadedness rushes over you and sends the world spinning.

“Whoa,” you gasp, swaying on your feet. “Oh, god.”

Jungkook frowns and drops the ketchup bottle, steadying you until most of your weight is leaned against him. “Noona? Are you okay?”

You swallow, hard, and try to shake the unexpected bout of dizziness away. “I don’t know. Got dizzy, all of a sudden. I think I might have stood up too fast?”

Gently, Jungkook presses the back of his hand against your forehead. “You feel pretty warm,” he murmurs. “Have you had enough water today?”

“I thought I drank plenty, but maybe not,” you admit, and he nods decisively and gestures for you to follow him.

“Come on,” he says. “Let’s grab some water and go somewhere quiet so you can rest. Minho isn’t going to shut up about that match anytime soon, and it’s cooler down by the water.”

You laugh weakly. “We did technically win, you know. We had one more point than you guys.”

“God, not you too,” Jungkook sighs, casting you a playful look over his shoulder as he digs two bottles of water out from the cooler. He uncaps one and hands it over before taking a swig out of his, and you take a grateful sip, relishing in the cool liquid that trickles down your throat.

Nearby, your brother and the rest of the boys have commandeered one of several firepits scattered around the edges of the beach. They’re piling up pieces of driftwood and some of the long, tall sea grass that Taehyung has found, and Jungkook waves at them as he slowly guides you toward the ocean with a hand on your back. “We’re gonna go find some more wood!” he calls, and Jimin raises a hand in acknowledgment before turning back to the firepit.

Water laps gently at your toes as you and Jungkook walk along the shore, washing away all traces of your footprints. The sun dips below the horizon at last, illuminating the sky in one last burst of red and orange and gold that slowly fades into deep purples and blues as night falls. The temperature dips as the moon ascends to her lofty throne, accompanied by a smattering of starry pinpricks. Most of the beachgoers have packed up and left by this point, and here, with nothing but Jungkook’s quiet, familiar presence and the lapping waves, you feel more at peace than you have in a long time.

“You know, I’m really glad I came this weekend,” you say softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you. Your gaze drops down to your toes, fixing your attention on a pearly white seashell that’s sticking out from the wet sand. “I think you were right—I really did need a break from everything.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that,” Jungkook says, swirling his pinky in his ear. “Could you say it again? Something about me being right?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

Jungkook casts a quick look over his shoulder, and when you follow the trajectory of his gaze, you notice just how far you’ve gotten from the firepit where the others are sitting. Darkness has settled over the beach, the sand painted a wan silver from the light of the moon, and you flinch when Jungkook’s hand finds its way around yours.

“Jungkook—” you begin, but trail off when he twines your fingers together and gives your hand a squeeze.

“They can’t see us, Noona,” he murmurs. “Relax.”

Easier said than done, you want to say. Nevertheless, you suck in a deep breath and take another sip from your water bottle, trying to ignore the way Jungkook swings your interlocked hands between you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Shouldn’t—shouldn’t we be trying to find more driftwood?” you ask after several long seconds have dragged by. “We need way more if we’re gonna keep the fire going.”

Jungkook hums softly and veers inland, until the sand beneath your feet is dry and starts sticking to your wet toes. You come across a few scattered pieces of wood, dried out by the sun, and tuck them beneath your arm. Likewise, Jungkook gathers a few pieces of his own, hefting them up before reaching out to take your hand once more. His fingers slot all too comfortably into the spaces between yours, and your heart stutters a few times in your chest before plunking down into your churning stomach.

Nighttime has well and truly settled over the beach by the time you and Jungkook start picking your way back over to rejoin the group around the firepit. You pull your hand out of Jungkook’s well before you reach the ring of orange light that the flames cast across the sand, your arm now swinging free at your side and your fingers cold from the loss of his warmth. Silently, you hasten your pace and plop down onto the towel that Jimin has spread out, stretching out your legs toward the fire and wiggling your toes.

“Where have you guys been?” Jimin asks curiously. “You just kinda wandered off.”

“Getting more driftwood,” you reply, gesturing at the small pile you’ve dropped at the edge of the towel. “We told you that’s where we were going.”

Jimin frowns for a few seconds before the memory resurfaces. “Oh, right. I forgot.”

Jungkook snorts and takes a seat beside you, dropping his stack of driftwood on top of yours. “Dumbass.”

“You’re a dumbass,” Jimin retorts.

“You’re both dumbasses,” you sigh.

The fire crackles merrily, sending orange sparks up into the velvety black sky. There’s a grill situated over the flames, loaded with hamburger patties and hot dogs, and you watch as Jimin tears open a bag of hot dog buns and begins to place them around the edges.

“Hey, can you throw me the hamburger buns?” he asks you. “I wanna try toasting them.”

“You’re gonna burn them,” you tell him flatly. Nonetheless, you locate the second bag and toss it over, watching as he makes more room on the grill.

Dinner is a loud, chaotic affair, filled with laughter and conversation and plenty of booze to go around. Jimin has procured a flask of whiskey from somewhere in his clothing—an impressive feat in and of itself, considering he’s only wearing swim trunks and a thin blue t-shirt. You wave him off when he offers you a sip, and he shrugs and throws back a generous swallow himself. Then he offers it to Jungkook, who shakes his head and raises his water bottle. “Designated driver,” he says. “I’m sticking to water tonight.”

Curiously, you glance over at him. “You don’t have to do that. I wasn’t planning on drinking, so I can drive us back.”

“With the way you were looking earlier?” Jungkook fixes you with a look of pure disbelief. “Not a chance. Besides, we’re going back to the real world tomorrow, and the last thing I need is to be hungover. I have to get us back home in one piece, not to mention the entire menu I still have to memorize for work.”

You hum. Jungkook has mentioned his new job a few times—a summer stint working as a server at a new restaurant opened by a family friend named Seokjin. “Right, I remember you saying that. You start on Monday, don’t you?”

“Dinner shift,” Jungkook confirms. “I stole a whole bunch of pens from Junghyun’s room the other day in preparation. Jin said I’d probably end up losing two-thirds of them by the end of the week.”

“That sounds about right,” you tell him with a laugh. “Some guy stole my favorite pen last summer when I was working at that diner on Main. Lesson learned, forever.”

Jungkook laughs. “Yeah, I bet.”

You grin. “But, hey, seriously. If you need me to quiz you on that menu, I’ve got time to spare.”

“Honestly, I might take you up on that offer. I have flash cards, and everything.” He uncaps his water bottle and takes a long sip, his throat bobbing with each swallow, before glancing back over at you. “What about you? You ready for your internship?”

You sigh and offer him a helpless little shrug. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready, to be honest. I don’t think I’m going to stop stressing about it until I get through my first day. The entire thing still doesn’t feel real.”

“I get that,” Jungkook hums. “Well, I can imagine it, at least. I won’t pretend to know exactly what you’re going through, since I’ve never had an adult job, but—“ He shrugs a shoulder halfheartedly. “I can kind of relate, I guess.”

“All jobs suck a little bit,” you tell him, and Jungkook lets out a derisive huff of agreement.

“I’ll drink to that,” he says, and the two of you tap your water bottles together before rejoining the conversation with the rest of your friends.

///

The drive back to the lake house is shorter than you remember it being—though that might be because you spend most of it watching Jungkook drive. He steers with one hand slung carelessly over the wheel, his expression relaxed as he sings along to whatever pop hit plays on the radio. Unloading the car is a team effort, though you hear no shortage of complaints from Jimin as he heaves the cooler over the threshold of the house before collapsing atop it in a pile of limp limbs.

“Thanks for leaving me to carry this thing by myself,” he snarks, not even bothering to raise his head. “Really appreciate it.”

“Don’t be a baby,” Taehyung scoffs, tossing a game console at him. “Have a beer and pick something to play. We’re waiting on you.”

You watch as your brother immediately hops up and darts over to join the rest of the boys lounging in the living room, fighting back the sudden wave of exhaustion that washes over you. “I think I’m going to head to bed,” you tell them, hiding a yawn behind your hand. “Goodnight, guys.”

A chorus of goodnights and see you in the mornings rings out in response, and you wave before heading down the hall to your room and into the adjoining bathroom. Your hair is crusty from being submerged in the salty water of the ocean, and a shower to rejuvenate your dehydrated skin is just what you need. Turning on the tap, you wait until it’s flowing warm before stripping out of your clothes and tossing them onto your bed to deal with later. Then you step into the shower and tilt your head back, letting the water stream down your face and soak into your hair.

You’re midway through squeezing a generous dollop of shampoo into your palm when there’s a soft knock on the door. “Noona?” Jungkook’s voice filters through the sound of rushing water, low and lilting like a song. “You left kinda fast. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

You cap the shampoo bottle and replace it on the shelf, peering out from behind the shower curtain. “I’m fine,” you call, hesitating before you steel your nerves and continue. “You can come in, if you want. I don’t like yelling through the door.”

Slowly, the bathroom door eases open, revealing Jungkook standing in his and Jimin’s shared bedroom. His brown eyes are wide as he takes in the sight before him, and you have no doubt that he’s thinking about just what the palm tree patterned curtain is hiding from his view. Your lip finds its way between your teeth when you notice him shuffle his feet awkwardly for a moment before stepping a little closer to where you’re standing beneath the spray, his mouth opening to speak.

“Join me?”

The invitation slips past your lips, unbidden, but you have no intention of taking it back. Not when Jungkook’s gaze darkens to obsidian at those two simple words, his mouth snapping shut and his hands already reaching for the hem of his white t-shirt. Not when he strips it off in one smooth motion to reveal all the dips and ridges of his abdomen, his skin golden even under the harsh fluorescent bathroom lights. And certainly not when he pulls aside the shower curtain and joins you beneath the spray, his dark eyes appreciatively raking up and down your bare figure.

“Hey,” he says, his voice a low purr.

“Hi,” you respond, reaching out and trailing a fingertip down his chest.

And then you’re dropping down to your knees, your tongue darting out to tease at the tip of his already rising cock. One hand finds its way to his balls while the other traces the line of his pelvic bone, and you smirk when you feel him let out a shuddery breath.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Someone’s eager.”

You wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, humming, and Jungkook’s fingers fly into your dampened hair. “Oh, fuck. You’re really trying to kill me, huh, princess?” he asks, and you respond by taking a little more of him into your mouth, laving at the vein running along the underside of his length before hollowing your cheeks. Jungkook throws his head back, a deep groan escaping his parted lips, and you preen under his encouragement as he urges you to take him deeper.

You’ve just begun to settle into a rhythm—figuring out exactly how much pressure he likes and what makes his hips buck—when he suddenly pushes you away. “Jung—” you begin, only to have him silence you with a searing kiss, grabbing you around the waist and hauling you to your feet.

“Wanna fuck you properly,” he rasps. His hand finds its way between your legs, experimental fingers sliding through the wetness that’s gathered there, and your cheeks heat up when he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean. “Just let me go grab a condom,” he whispers urgently. “Don’t move a muscle, okay? I’ll be righ—”

You silence him with a hard kiss. “Don’t,” you mumble. “I’m clean. Are you?”

Jungkook nods slowly, his eyes wide. “Does that mean… I mean, are you…?”

“I’m on the pill,” you murmur. “Fuck me raw, Jungkook.”

A sharp gasp escapes you when Jungkook cages you against the cool tiled wall of the shower, the slick surface dampened by the spray from the showerhead. He grabs ahold of your thigh and hoists it up to wrap around his waist, and you’ve never been more thankful for the ugly fish patterned shower mat that your mom insisted on putting down to prevent slipping. Jungkook nestles into the newly created space between your legs, his cock hot and slick against your center, and you keen when he grinds against you in a slow, deliberate motion.

“You feel that?” he rasps into your ear, his breath hot against your cheek. “Feel how hard you get me, Noona?”

“God, Jungkook,” you breathe back. “Just fuck me already, will you?”

His answering chuckle sends a shiver from your toes to your crown. “So needy,” he murmurs, his hand sliding from your thigh to your hip. His mouth seeks out yours as he positions the head of his cock at your entrance, meeting little resistance as he slowly begins pushing inside. Your walls part willingly for him and your lips do too—his questing tongue slipping inside when you moan and beginning his seemingly endless task of mapping out every corner of your mouth.

“God, I forgot how big you are,” you breathe when he bottoms out—the entirety of his hot, heavy length sheathed within your walls. Your head falls back against the tile as he rolls his hips experimentally, a moan that sounds vaguely like Jungkook’s name escaping your lips. Your arms come up to brace on his shoulders as he picks up his pace, but he intercepts one of your hands and twines your fingers together, settling them onto the wall just to the left of your head. His other hand returns to your thigh to keep you stable and spread out for his increasingly harsh thrusts, and you whimper helplessly in his ironclad grip.

“That’s it,” he whispers, groaning when you clench around him. “God, you’re so fucking tight, princess.”

“Fuck me open, then,” you moan back, squeezing his hand and meeting his next thrust with one of your own. Jungkook’s breathing stutters, and you laugh breathlessly at the way his mouth falls open at the spike of pleasure. Emboldened, you grind against him, the spray from the shower easing the movement. “Jungkook, please.”

He chuckles hoarsely. “Careful what you wish for,” he purrs against the shell of your ear, punctuating the warning with a harsh roll of his hips that sends all remaining thought flying out of your head. In this moment, there’s only Jungkook—his dark hair dampened and dripping, the spray from the showerhead slicking his chest and pooling in his clavicle before trailing down each ridge and dip of his honeyed skin. His lips find yours again, and you sigh into the kiss as he begins to fuck you in earnest.

“Hey, Jungkook! You in there?”

Your eyes fly open at the new voice, your body tensing when there are several loud bangs on the door. Jungkook freezes mid-thrust with an expression that can only be described as a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck, his throat bobbing nervously as he fights to find a response. You can practically see the gears whirring in his brain, and shove uselessly at his chest in an attempt to escape his steely embrace.

“That’s Jimin,” you hiss urgently, turning his face toward yours and prodding his cheek until his gaze refocuses. “What the fuck are we going to do?”

“Dude.” Jimin’s voice is laced with irritation. “I wanna brush my teeth! What the hell are you doing in there?”

Jungkook hesitates, glancing between you and the closed bathroom door. Then he inhales deeply, pressing a light kiss to your furrowed forehead before pulling the shower curtain closed, ensuring there are no gaps. “I got you,” he murmurs softly, his brown eyes boring into yours. “Don’t worry, okay?”

Your eyes flutter shut at the gentle pressure of his lips against your skin, but they fly open again when Jungkook breaks away and yells for Jimin to come in. Warm palms slide soothingly down your sides, but that doesn’t stop you from tensing up when the bathroom door creaks open, your brother’s soft footsteps approaching the flimsy palm tree patterned curtain.

“Have you been showering this whole time? Jeez. Leave some hot water for the rest of us, will you?”

Jungkook chuckles. Ever so slowly, he pushes forward until he’s fully seated inside you again, and you do your best to level a glare at him even as pleasure flares at the base of your spine. “There’s plenty to go around,” he says. “Relax.”

You get the distinct feeling that he’s not just addressing Jimin anymore. Jungkook pulls back until only the top of his cock remains nestled in your folds, and you open your mouth to berate him but all that comes out is a low moan when he sinks back inside you in one swift push.

On the other side of the curtain, you hear the faucet turn on. “Man, I can’t believe we leave tomorrow,” Jimin says over the sound of running water. “The weekend flew by.”

“Mmm,” Jungkook hums, brushing a thumb across your clit. The pace he’s set is slow and deep, and is made all the more sensual by the steam that’s steadily building up in the small room. You try once more to push him away—to quell the growing ache between your legs—but it’s all in vain as he chuckles softly into the crook of your neck, his bare shoulders quaking. “I got you, princess,” he murmurs, his voice a wicked little whisper that’s immediately lost in the spray of water. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

You don’t have a chance to answer. Jimin starts speaking again, this time accompanied by the sound of toothbrush bristles scrubbing against his teeth. “I’m starting up at the studio as soon as we get back—isn’t that crazy? I mean, I’ve never taught anyone how to dance before. Not really. Not for real.”

Jungkook snaps his hips up so sharply that you nearly mewl in surprise, forced to bite down into his meaty shoulder to muffle the noises that threaten to escape from your throat. “You’re a great tutor, man,” he says, his voice steady even as he resumes his slow, lazy thrusts, his cock dragging along your fluttering walls. “You’ve been helping people with math for, what, two years? What makes you think it’ll be any different with dancing?”

Jimin spits into the sink and sighs. “I don’t know. It’s scarier because there’ll be more people, I guess. Tutoring is one on one, y’know? And at the studio, I’ll have a full class of people watching me. Every single move I make, they’ll be looking at. That’s fucking terrifying to think about.”

Slowly, Jungkook’s hips still, his cock buried to the hilt in your cunt. Your heartbeat drums in your ears, backed by the relentless spray from the showerhead, and Jungkook leans down to plant a wet kiss on your cheek, his hair dripping.

“You’re a great dancer, Jimin,” he says once he’s pulled back and straightened back up to his full height. “Best one I know. You’re also one of the smartest people I know, but right now, you’re being really fucking dumb.”

There’s a clatter that sounds like a plastic toothbrush being dropped into the sink, and Jimin lets out an affronted squeak. “Hey!”

Jungkook just chuckles, his shoulders quaking. “It’s true,” he says easily. “Seriously, man. You don’t have a thing to worry about. You’re gonna kick ass out there, and your class is gonna be awesome. You’re already, what, almost maxed out on the number of registrants? You’re already killing it.”

Your brother lets out an unintelligible grumble on the other side of the shower curtain, but you can still hear the smile in his voice no matter how hard he tries to mask it. “All right, you fucking sap,” Jimin says at last, his soft footsteps padding toward the door. “Hurry up and get out of there, yeah? You’re really gonna use up all the hot water.”

The door clicks shut behind him, and you immediately smack Jungkook in the middle of his stupidly toned chest. “Oh my god!” you hiss. “Are you kidding me right now, Jeon? We could’ve been caught!”

“But we weren’t,” Jungkook replies easily, shaking his dampened hair out of his face and fixing you with an indolent little smirk. “So why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me now?”

///

The next morning brings with it a whirlwind of frenzied packing, and you mentally congratulate yourself for preemptively gathering all of your belongings together last night. Minho is wandering every last inch of the house with a piece of half-eaten toast dangling from his mouth, and you can hear Taehyung in the distance asking if anyone’s seen his strawberry body wash. Jungkook is seated on the floor near the front door, his brows furrowed and his lower lip jutting out in a pout as he fights to close the zipper of his suitcase.

“Got it!” he exclaims after a few seconds, triumphant. “Where’s your stuff, Noona? I’m gonna load the car.”

You begin to stand up from your spot on the couch. “It’s in my room, let me go get—”

Jungkook is on his feet and halfway down the hall before you can even finish your sentence. He returns a moment later with your luggage in tow, shooting you a grin and a wink as he passes by. “I got you, princess,” he murmurs. “Remember?”

Of course you do. You remember like it was yesterday—because, well, it was yesterday and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. You remember the moment you shared at the beach and the way his hand felt so right wrapped around your own. You remember the way you’d dropped to your knees for him so readily in the shower last night. And you definitely remember the way he’d fucked you afterward—slow and deep in the best possible way, even with your brother’s untimely interruption.

After what feels like an eternity, both cars are finally packed and ready to go. You bid goodbye to the boys who are riding with Jimin, promising to stay in touch, before climbing into the passenger seat of Jungkook’s beat-up sedan. Jungkook himself is already lounging behind the wheel, his sunglasses perched low on his nose as he fiddles with his phone. He looks up at your entrance and flashes you a smile, tapping his screen a few more times before holding it up so you can see.

“I changed your contact photo,” he says. “Like it?”

You peer at his phone, and something in your chest clenches when you see the photo he’s selected. You’re on the beach beside the volleyball net, illuminated by the setting sun. The sky is streaked through with pink and orange behind you, but through some editing magic, Jungkook has made it so that you are glowing even brighter in the foreground—with laughter etched across your face and the wind in your hair. It’s a beautiful photograph, and you tell him so, unable to contain the dangerously warm affection blossoming in your chest.

“I love it,” you say. “I usually don’t like having my photo taken, but wow. You have a talent for this.”

Jungkook’s smile grows. “I have a pretty muse,” he replies, and your cheeks warm.

The door to the backseat opens with a bang, and you nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden sound. “Yo,” Yugyeom says, plopping down and buckling his seatbelt. “We ready to roll?”

Jungkook scowls and puts his phone back into his pocket. “Careful with the door, man. I need this thing to last through the summer.”

Yugyeom puts his hands up in apology, and Jungkook turns back to face the front, starting the ignition with a flick of his wrist. The engine sputters to life, and Jungkook waits for Jimin to pull out first before following after him, tailing the van out of the driveway and onto the winding road that will take you back into the city.

“Music?” you ask, gesturing at the stereo.

“Go for it,” Jungkook replies. “You want my phone so you can put on the roadtrip mix?”

“Sure.”

With the help of the upbeat music and Jungkook’s tendency to drive just a touch over the speed limit, you make it to the winding roads of Yugyeom’s neighborhood in what must be record time. “You missed the turn,” Yugyeom says lazily from where he’s sprawled across the entire backseat. “Turn left here—we can circle around and approach from the other side.”

Two more turns and a descent down a steep hill later, Jungkook manages to successfully drop Yugyeom off at his house. The drive across town takes no time at all, and before long, you’re cruising into your neighborhood, coasting past Jungkook’s driveway and straight into yours.

“Looks like we beat Jimin back,” you remark, looking at the empty spot where the van usually sits.

Jungkook hums. “Makes sense. He has more people to drop off.”

“Mm. Yeah.”

The sudden awkwardness that falls doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Clearing your throat, you reach for your purse, grabbing it from where it’s fallen to the ground near your feet. “I guess I’ll see you around then,” you begin, turning to open the door.

A strong hand wraps around your wrist, forcing you back into your seat. “Is that it?” Jungkook asks, and there’s an edge of something you can’t quite place in his voice. “Are you gonna go back to pretending like there’s nothing between us?”

You shake him free. “There isn’t anything between us,” you whisper. “We’re not on vacation anymore, Jungkook. We’re back home. Back to real life. We can’t do—whatever it is that we’ve been doing.”

“But you’re attracted to me,” Jungkook growls. “You like me. So why do you keep running away?”

A sigh escapes you. “Jungkook, it doesn’t matter if I like you or no—”

He interrupts before you can even finish your sentence. “Yes it does. It’s the only thing that matters.” And then he’s pulling you into his chest, taking advantage of your skewed sense of balance, and crushing his mouth to yours.

This kiss is different from the others you’ve shared so far. It’s hungry and passionate, and yet it’s tinged with something else—something that feels strangely akin to desperation. Jungkook kisses you with urgency, and it’s so raw and unbridled that it steals the very breath from your lungs and leaves you lightheaded.

Jungkook doesn’t say a word when he pulls away. Instead, he reaches down, popping the handle that opens the trunk and stepping out to pull your suitcase from within. Silently, he presses the handle into your hand.

And then he’s turning—climbing back into his car and leaving you with nothing but the memory of his lips and a whirlwind of thoughts in your mind.

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btsxmalereaders · 3 years

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Pairing: Im Jaebeom x male reader

Genre: angst

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[I am always drowned in the thoughts of you. I get exhausted from crying, but I look for traces of you again...]

The patter of the rain hitting the window has been the only thing that has set the gloomy place for the last couple of hours.

The catheter placed with an uncomfortable sticky tape on the back of your hand feels heavier and heavier. Your eyelids shutting even when you try to keep them open. You're tired despite only spending all the time laying on that stretcher.

Some nurses come from time to time to make sure you're comfortable and you only nod tightly to the questions they make; a routine that you don't have the energy to hate.

Of course, not all days are like this. Sometimes you wake up in a good mood and the personnel would take you out to the small garden behind the hospital, pulling your wheelchair since you're still weak, but it is still something. You would smile and take the sun on good days like those, and if a familiar visited, they would bring you your painting tools for you to clear your head and have a good time.

But you haven't had good days, lately.

Your friends called you constantly and, when you had enough energy to respond, you tried to put your best smile for them.

You didn't see it as a bad thing, though. They didn't need to know that you were going through thick.

But there was someone you couldn't lie to.

"The receptionist told me 'You can see your fiancé now.'" Jaebeom says as he walks towards you, placing a cute bouquet of flowers on the small table next to you. He looks stunning and always walks in with the hugest smile on his face to greet you. Probably to lift up your mood, too. "Was that an insinuation?"

You can't help but giggle at that, "Maybe. But also they wouldn't let you in if I said you were only my boyfriend. And I don't want to keep this lie."

"Then I better hurry up, right?" He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead and dragging the chair next to you, taking seat as he grabs your hand tightly. "As soon as you are discharged, I'll put a ring on your finger. I promise."

You keep the big smile to him and cup his cheek with your free hand, being careful because of the catheter. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you so much more," He murmurs. His semblance suddenly changing. "We've been really busy with the tour now that it is starting soon, I'm sorry. I wish I could see you everyday."

"It's okay, love. I understand."

A silence sets in after that. Jaebeom closes his eyes and enjoys your touch for a moment while you observe him in detail; every mole, every mark on his skin, his warm breath against your wrist and his grip on your hand, as if he would never want to let you go.

When he opens his eyes again they're full of tears. You don't even recall when was the last time you've seen him cry.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong?" You ask, sliding your thumb across his cheek to erase every trace of tears falling down.

"I'm sorry," Jaebeom softly whispers. "I hate that I can't do anything else for you."

You sigh, bringing him closer and moving a little, making a space for him to cuddle with you. "Come here. Don't cry."

He does as told, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, calming his nervousness with heavy breaths. It breaks your heart to see him like this.

Your boyfriend gets to calm himself as minutes pass by, with the help of your hand tracing circles on his back, and sweet words whispered to his ears.

You two get to talk properly afterwards, telling each other about how your days have been, although Jeobeom did most of the talk and you only listened, occasionally commenting about it and also asking about your friends.

"As usual, the boys send you greetings and hugs, but only I get to do that, right?" He chuckles, kissing your forehead for the nth time and making you blush. "They might even pop up at the videocall tonight since we'll be rehearsing."

"That's good, don't tell them I said this, but I actually miss seeing their faces and hearing their voices everyday."

Jaebeom laughs at that. "No wonder why I see Bambam sending you voice notes all the time."

A nurse comes back a moment later to let you know that the visiting hours is now over, so Jaebeom stands up and kisses you goodbye, "Don't forget that-"

"-we have a date. For dinner at half past eight. As we do almost every night. Of course I won't forget."

He smiles at you and kisses you again. "And that I love you."

"I love you too." You murmur with a smile and see him walk out of the room.

The nurse changes the serum, as usual, and you only stare at her, not knowing if you should ask...

"Is everything alright, ____?" She asks.

You've known her for a while now, it's almost as if you two were friends, but still, you were still undecided about something that has been in the back of your head for a couple of days.

"Noona, could you do something for me?"

GOT7's tour was about to kick off two weeks after that visit, although it wasn't the last one. Jaebeom did make sure to visit you whenever he could; after rehearsing or even skipping his time to have meals to rush in to the hospital -thing that you obviously scolded him for, but he promised he would get something in his way back-. He also made sure to show you clips of the rehearsals and some videos with messages from the boys for you, which you truly loved.

However, even if that lifted your spirits, it wasn't enough to make you feel better from the terrible days you've had. Not only you couldn't move and hang out as you did weeks ago, but you were feeling so weak that most of the time you would spend it sleeping. In one of Jaebeom's visit you two were talking until you fell asleep, and next thing you know he was saying goodbye again with a worried expression on his face.

And the worst thing is that you didn't have to be a genius to know the reason why. The disguised words you heard from your doctor were enough confirmation for you to know what was about to come.

And you definitely weren't ready for it.

"So? You got good news for me?" You ask the nurse once you see her entering the room.

She tilts her head and sees the hope shining in your eyes, despite looking so small and weak. "Yes. I talked with the doctors and they gave the authorization."

And that was enough for you to feel happy for the rest of the day.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

Unlike other days, today you have woken up happy and eager to go out. You suppose it is normal because you have anxiously waited for this day to come

You nod as an answer and the nurses carefully help you to get ready.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You weren't even sure how did the idea come to mind, but you were really determined to do it. And as you get in the van, you quickly send a message to Jinyoung to let him know that you were on your way there.

You've thoroughly planned all this; after all, it was a surprise for Jaebeom.

Of course he couldn't believe his eyes. He froze in his place while the boys almost ran to hug you; Jinyoung pushing the chair behind you and telling them to be careful, but you were too happy to even care about the bone crushing hugs you were receiving. It was all you wanted.

Jaebeom walks slowly to you and gives you a hug when they're done, letting out a sigh he didn't even know he was holding.

"Really? H-how did you even- Are you okay?" He asks, concerned, to which you laugh and nod.

"I'm good, hyungie. The doctor allowed it and I've been wanting to see you out of the hospital." You murmur, holding his hands. "And what kind of boyfriend and ahgase I'd be if I didn't attend your first concert of this new tour?"

They all seem very happy because they haven't seen you in a long time, so it's not surprising that everyone is around you all the time in backstage, asking you lots of questions and updating you on everything that happened since the last time they saw you, although no big news since you're used to chat and videocall them quite often.

While they are fascinated to have you there, Jaebeom seems to be more quiet and with a worried expression, indecipherable. You wonder if he knows or at least suspects about the reason behind it.

The concert finally starts and after more worried looks from your boyfriend, you decide to see from the first row the entire show. Even Yugyeom got you a lightstick for you to cheer them up, and Jaebeom stressed that whatever you needed you could ask anyone from the staff.

It goes pretty well, and you didn't feel uncomfortable or bad at all, but that didn't stop your boyfriend from making sure you were indeed okay every time he could; approaching the side of the stage right where you stayed and nodding in your direction from time to time, and the fans close to you were respectful and careful with your space.

Jaebeom gets somewhat sentimental while performing some songs, and when he stares back at you, you know it. He knows it.

So the first thing he does when the concert is over and gets to backstage is kneel in front of you and cry on your lap.

The boys don't understand the situation, but they leave you two alone for a moment, thinking that maybe their leader was too emotional tonight.

"What are you hiding from me? What have the doctors said?" He gets to babble while the tears are covering his face.

You're hurt from seeing him crumble like this in front of you, so you cry too, holding his hands and tracing circles on their back, trying to calm him down.

"Nothing you don't already know," You say. "You've seen me. I'm not doing well, and... I just had this feeling, I had to see you again, one last t-"

"No." He stops you. The lump on his throat making it harder to speak. "Don't say that. Please."

"Hyung, I'm sorry." You murmur, now caressing his back and placing a kiss on his head. "Please forgive me."

Before going back to the hospital, you say goodbye to your friends, who seem to now be understanding of the situation, but being too shocked to even say anything about it. They hug you more and try to lift the mood making lighthearted jokes that genuinely make you laugh.

Jaebeom doesn't want to separate from you anytime; he's either holding your hand or leaving kisses all over your face, letting you sleep on over his chest on your way back and whispering words to your ears.

"I'll come to see you again later today, alright?" He promises as you lay on the bed and get comfortable. "Sleep for now. I'll be here when you wake up."

He kisses you with so much love, not knowing it was the last time he would do it.

He didn't expect to receive that heartbreaking call that soon.

Just when he was getting ready to see you, he received the news, and he couldn't stop crying and shaking for a long moment. His friends were there, trying to calm him and themselves down; hurt by hearing they've just lost you and feeling so wrecked and weak.

Naturally, the next shows were postponed, which raised suspicions and fear among the fans, who saw you just a few hours ago.

Jaebeom has never felt this empty and pained.

A part of him ruthlessly ripped away.

He can’t believe it,

That when he opens his eyes you won't be next to him.

Even if those memories make it hard on him,

It’s on his head again.

Even if he clears out all those memories,

He will always be drowned in the thoughts of you.

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Hiraeth - I.X: Was it Worth it in the End? Part Two

pairing(s): Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader

genre: Supernatual!AU, Dark Magic!AU, very heavy Angst, eventual Smut

warnings: Mature language, violence, explicit descriptions of fighting and injury, weapons, blood and gore, brief mention of a mutilated animal corpse, minor character death, description of trauma and mental illness, brief mention of suicide, mentions of murder, satanic themes and ritual, etc.

Trigger Warning: This chapter does contain graphic and explicit themes regarding violence, trauma, and death. Please do not read if this will harm you. This is your final warning.

word count: 10,6k

synopsis: How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?…

chapter directory

The nighttime is hushed, almost anxious as Minho maneuvers his way past gravestones and overgrown shrubbery. It’s almost like nature itself is too afraid of accidentally provoking the witch, sensing the torpedo of dark magic and violent sorrow stirring through his veins. He peers up at the crimson moon, grateful for the illumination it provides, and continues down his path—ignorant of the cold air bleeding into his flesh.

Minho knows this is probably not the best time for a visit, aware that his ex-covenmates are likely plotting some sort of mission to overthrow him, but he doesn’t care—he can’t care anymore. A part of him, the shameful, guilty part of his mind. actually hopes they will succeed, at least then, he would no longer have to endure the pain that comes with bearing this black magic. He can feel its poison rushing through his veins, seering his body from the inside out, killing his soul over and over and over again…

But isn’t this what he wanted? Revenge? Retribution? Minho performed that spell to hurt the very friends that hurt him—to hurt Mark, and he got his wish… so why does it feel like the world is caving in around him, swallowing him whole?

Once he reaches his destination, Minho collapses to his knees, unable to bear the weight of his burdens. His eyes burn with tears, but he doesn’t allow himself to cry. A silent gust of wind strokes his cheeks, painting his skin red with bitterness and anger. He welcomes the cold air, accepting the punishment, before lifting his hand to splay his fingers against the even colder surface of the headstone.

“I’m sorry…” Minho whimpers, “It didn’t have to be like this…”

The silence heightens his anguish—deepens the wounds in his heart.

If he could take it all back, he would… but he can’t.

“I wish you were here, noona…”

His murmur is lost to the wind, but it doesn’t matter. He climbs back to his feet before sparing one final glance at the burial place of his lost friend. After a deep inhale and a wordless goodbye, Minho turns and hastily begins back toward the mausoleum.

He was allowed this one moment of weakness—now he must get back to the horrible reality he manifested for himself.

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“Can you be any more obvious…?”

Mark quickly awakens from his mindless trance, discovering, to his dismay, Dahyun looking down at him with a single raised, all-knowing eyebrow. He fakes a cough into his elbow before shrugging his shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re kidding me, right?... You literally haven’t taken your eyes off of her since we met up in the forest.”

Heat immediately rises to Mark’s cheeks. As if on instinct, his eyes trail back to his subject of interest, watching as you wipe the sweat from Jaebeom’s girlfriend’s forehead and neck before shifting to do the same to Felix. It’s such a simple action, but you somehow look so ethereal—almost like an angel sent from heaven.

He curses himself for his own cheesiness, then releases a defeated sigh.

“We got into a pretty big fight earlier.”

“Then don’t you think you should—I don’t know—talk to her instead of staring her down like a creep?”

“I think the last thing she wants to do is talk to me.” Mark drags a hand through his hair. “I… said some really stupid shit in the heat of the moment. She probably hates me.”

Dahyun scoffs, “God, you are such a fucking idiot.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you need to get your ass over there and apologize to that girl.”

Her harsh tone doesn’t falter beneath his glare, nor does her tenacious expression as the two proceed with their silent staring contest. After a minute or two, Dahyun breaks off the competition with a long, heavy sigh. Her eyes are soft when she looks back at him, and suddenly Mark finds the dried mud on his shoes a lot more interesting.

“Mark, anyone can see how much you care about her—how much she cares about you.” Even when a gentle hand caresses his shoulder, the witch keeps his attention to the floor. “(Y/N) could never hate you—no matter how much stupid shit you pull.” She snickers, “And you pull a lot of stupid shit, so that has to account for something.”

He can’t help the amused chuckle that falls from his own lips.

“Thanks, Dubu.” Mark says, tilting his head to finally meet the warmth of her gaze.

“She’s a good one—a really good one, Mark.” The wolf hums, “Don’t let it be your fear that pushes her away.” She doesn’t give him a chance to reply further, pacing to a nearby corner to join a conversing Bang Chan and Yugyeom.

Sparing the wolf trio one final glance, Mark musters up the remaining courage he has left and pushes from his perch against the kitchen countertop. He forces himself to walk in your direction—each step releasing more butterflies into the confines of his stomach. Once he reaches you, close enough to touch your turned back, he almost chickens out, content with spending the rest of the night watching you like hawk, but the sound of Felix’s breathy voice locks him in place:

“—Channie-hyung and I have always wanted to go to Chicago… Is-Is it as windy as they say?”

“Even windier.” You say with a laugh. “I can’t tell you how many scarves I lost, and don’t get me started on how freaking cold the winters are.”

Felix laughs too, although it resonates as more of a wheeze than anything.

You shrug, “It’s a gorgeous city though—probably my most favorite place I’ve ever lived.”

“Then why did you leave? If you loved it so much?”

Mark’s interest piques when he notices how your figure grows tense at the young boy’s croak. He’s heard his fair share of stories of your heartfelt time in the Windy City, but he never quite figured out why you ultimately decided to move to Moon Dye Bay. You’ve always been reluctant to reveal certain details from your past, especially regarding your time in the foster system, but even then Mark has been able to pry the worst memories from your brain.

This subject, however, has been a brick wall.

“Because I couldn’t stay.” You finally answer, “It’s complicated, but something happened and basically I—”

“(Y/N)?”

He silently cusses as Felix interrupts your explanation, but his annoyance dissipates at the panicked expression etched along the teenager’s sweaty face.

“What is it, Felix?” You shift your position on his bedside to better face the boy, leaning forward to place a gentle hand on his forehead. Mark can only imagine how hot the skin is to the touch.

Felix’s words crack as they leave his lips, slicing at the witch’s heart like a dagger:

“Am… Am I gonna die?”

“Of course not.” You immediately say, but Mark can sense the uneasiness in your tone. “Everyone is doing everything they can to help you, okay?... You’re gonna get through this, and one day you and your brother are gonna go see Chicago yourselves and try not to get blown away into the next century.”

Felix sleepily chuckles, “Thanks, (Y/N).”

“You should get some sleep.” The moment the command leaves your lips, Felix is already closing his eyes and diving headfirst into dreamland. Not wanting to startle you, Mark waits a couple seconds—partly to give you time to regain your composure, and partly to give himself time to think of what to say. However, he doesn’t have much of a choice when you suddenly turn, growing aware of his presence. A frown overtakes your face, and he instantly regrets ever leaving his countertop.

“Did you need something?”

“No—yes, I mean—shit.” Mark buries a hand in his tresses to tug at his roots, attempting to juggle between putting together the right spoken words and reminding his body to breathe. “(Y/N), I—”

“If you came to apologize, I don’t want to hear it.” He helplessly watches as you rise from the bed before tossing your used rag on a nearby table. “I think you made yourself pretty clear back at my apartment.”

“I shouldn’t have said what I said—” Before you can storm away, Mark latches his fingers around your wrist. “—please. Just give me a chance to explain.”

Your shoulders rise and fall in a heavy sigh, but you make no move to tear away from his grip and he takes it as a chance to continue:

“After my mom died, I was so fucking angry…” Mark notices your surprised gaze when you lift your head, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. “I was angry at the world, at her, at myself… and when my magic began to show up, things got a whole lot worse.” He shakes his head, “I thought about just ending it—jump into the bay or maybe drink myself to death—but then I met…”

“Then you met Jackson.”

“He taught me how to deal with the anger—to use it as a tool, not a weapon.” His eyes begin to burn at the countless memories that reel through his mind. “It was because of him I learned how to control my powers, and I was able to bring the coven together—hell, he was the one who told them to nominate me as Regent, which right now, seemed like the worst fucking decision on the planet.”

Mark takes a moment to blink away his tears before taking a seat on an empty cot. He still can’t find it in himself to glance at your face, keeping his eyes trained to the wooden flooring.

“But when Jackson had an idea, there was no stopping him.” He chuckles sarcastically, “The bastard was as stubborn as a goddamn mule.”

“What happened to Jackson, Mark?” Your voice is both a sweet lullaby and a screeching siren against his ears. “How did he die? Really?”

“The initial plan was to infuse enough magic into Jackson’s werewolf form so his venom would be lethal to the Primes, or at the very least, to Jinyoung. It all went smoothly in the beginning, I was able to channel enough power to complete the transformation… but something went wrong—

“—Jackson was different when he shifted. He was ruthless… He didn’t want to just kill the Primes—he wanted to slaughter every vampire along with those who protect the secrets of their existence… no matter if they were witch, werewolf, human—they all deserved to die…

“The combination of his determination and the bloodlust drove him fucking mad… If Jaebeom hadn’t ripped out his heart, there’s telling what he would have done—who he would have killed…”

Mark leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, attempting to hide his shame beneath the curl of his bangs. “—Jaebeom may have dealt the final blow, but Jackson died because the dark magic I used turned him into a monster—he’s dead because of me…”

Silence encompasses the room like a vice grip to the throat. For a moment, Mark believes you left him, too disgusted and ashamed to even breathe the same air as him, but the entrance of your worn boots into his vision proves otherwise. The image is replaced by your face when you kneel in front of his broken figure, laying your hands over each bicep. He notices your touch is gentle, but not hesitant, and warm—always so warm.

“You can’t blame yourself for his death, Mark.” Mark doesn’t realize he’s crying until you wipe a tear from his cheek. “How could you have known what that spell would do? You couldn’t have—”

“Magic always comes with price—especially dark magic.” He whispers, unable to hold back more liquid sadness as it trails down his skin. “(Y/N), if I ever lost you the same way I lost Jackson, my mom, I—”

Mark’s voice cuts out into a sob, and once your arms wind around his form, he completely breaks, releasing every ounce of repressed sadness and despair and pain into the crook of your neck. He knows he’s selfish for melting into your embrace—for consuming your comfort like a demon expelled from the heavens—but he doesn’t care.

When you guide his eyes to meet your own, Mark can spot the glassiness of your own orbs in the artificial light—along with enough compassion and ardor to send another flood of tears down his face.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?” You affirm, your tone unwavering and stern. “I’m here—and no matter how many times you fall, I’m gonna be here to pick you up…

“I’m here, Mark… Do you understand me?”

He nods with a sniffle, tightly squeezing your hands between his own.

“I’m sorry.”

You smile at his apology.

“I’m sorry too… for everything.”

“Just… No more secrets. For real, this time.”

“For real, this time.” Mark’s heart rate picks up when he suddenly notices how close his face is to yours. From this angle, he can count the constellations glistening within your eyes and map the delicate curves of your facial features. If he were to lean just an inch closer, just one tiny inch, his lips would be on your own—

“Sorry to interrupt, but we have an issue.” At Yugyeom’s statement, you and Mark immediately wrench away from one another, almost as if having been caught engaging in forbidden territory. Mark pretends he doesn’t miss the weight of your hands inside his own as he rises from the cot, making sure to put an appropriate amount of distance between his and your shoulders.

He clears his throat before humming, “What’s going on?”

“Chan wants to go and find Chaeyoung’s body.” Although Yugyeom’s face remains neutral, Mark can see the sadness lingering within his eyes at the mention of his fallen packmate. “He doesn’t remember exactly where she was, so him, Dahyun, and I are going to search the forest.”

You immediately shake your head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Sunrise isn’t for at least another hour, and we have no way of knowing Youngjae broke the curse yet.”

“I’m with (Y/N) on this one, Gyeom.” Mark agrees, “We’re safest here in the bunker.”

“We can’t just leave her out there. I mean, she—” Yugyeom cuts himself off with a heavy sigh, before continuing in a softer tone, “You know how it feels to lose someone, hyung… Chaeyoung is—was… our family.”

Mark takes a moment of silence to ponder, conflicted between his common sense and Yugyeom’s pleading gaze. As you said, sunrise is an hour away—but Youngjae, the coven and the Primes should have overthrown Minho by now, right? Plus, he literally blew Changbin’s head off with that shotgun. There’s no way his body could regenerate that quickly…

“We’re all staying together.” He finally says, moving toward the kitchenette to grab his weapon from its perch on the counter. “And if anything seems shady, it’s an immediate retreat.”

Yugyeom delivers a nod before heading off to gather the other wolves. Mark moves toward the bunker exit, but is stopped by your form. A heavy sigh cascades from his lips—just from your expression, he knows this conversation isn’t going to go his way.

“(Y/N)—”

“If you’re gonna tell me I can’t go with you, don’t even bother.”

He shakes his head, “It’s too dangerous…”

“If someone tells me that one more goddamn time—” He can’t help the tiny smile that spreads across his face at the sassy way you roll your eyes. And he doesn’t protest when you move to follow Dahyun up the ladder.

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Youngjae inhales a deep breath, taking the moment to feel his lungs expand, before releasing the air in an even deeper exhale. Even with the relaxation attempt, his body remains tense and his thoughts disorderly. He can’t help but feel as if Minho is waiting somewhere in the darkness of the crypt, ready to pounce on him like a predator to its prey.

Would he toy with his catch first? Or would he skip the pleasantries and go right in for the kill?

A hand appears on his shoulder, wrenching Youngjae from his morbid daydream. He angles his head to meet Lia’s concerned gaze and immediately tries to mask his fear beneath an expression of indifference. Unsurprisingly, the female witch sees right through his facade:

“I’ve known you practically my whole life, Youngjae. Whatever it is, you can’t hide it from me.”

His shoulders sag in defeat as a sigh blows past his lips.

“I’m just… worried about Mark-hyung. He’s powerless out there.”

“Mark is smart—he’ll know what to do if he finds himself in trouble.”

“And if he doesn’t?... I-I mean, what if Minho or Changbin found him before he could warn the pack? He could be dead for all we know—”

Lia silences his desperate quip with a shake of her head, “You shouldn’t think like that right now—”

“What else am I supposed to do?” Youngjae runs a frustrated hand through his hair before gesturing toward the main exit of their underground penitentiary. “Even with yours and Jisung’s energy, I don’t have enough power to take down the barrier spell.”

“Help is on the way—”

“How do you know that for sure?”

Lia remains silent, simply continuing to stare at Youngjae. He feels almost uncomfortable beneath her gaze, resisting the urge to shrink back and become one with the shadows.

“I don’t know… but I have faith.” She murmurs after a brief moment. “We’ve lost a lot, but I still believe that we’ll all somehow manage to come out of this alive. You should try doing the same.”

With that, Lia leaves to speak with a dangerously quiet Jisung. Youngjae spares the pair a single glance before heading toward the crypt entryway. A single beam of moonlight illuminates the exit stairway, almost as if mocking him about his inability to escape the dingy prison.

Youngjae knows Lia is right—of course she’s right. Worrying about the possible pitfalls of this plan won’t help him, or Mark, or anyone. He can only pray that his mentor safely found his way out of the cemetery and is sending backup right this very moment.

He needs to have hope, if nothing else.

“What if we somehow lure Minho down here?” Youngjae’s thoughts quiet at Lia’s suggestion, angling his head to meet her gaze. “Technically Youngjae just needs to touch him to siphon his magic… so why don’t we bring him to us?”

“Minho-hyung won’t step past the barrier.” Jisung dissents, dragging his fingers through his already tousled hair. “He probably knows we’re planning something against him, so there’s no way he’ll believe whatever ruse we try to pull.”

“Then we have no choice. Youngjae, are you sure you can’t take down the spell?”

Youngjae sullenly shakes his head.

“Is there something else you can siphon? Maybe the crypt itself?”

“The crypt was built by humans.” He answers, “I can only draw power from the supernatural—”

“Then it’s a good thing my dear brother and I weren’t turned into superwolf bait.”

Youngjae, along with the other witches, nearly leaps a foot in the air at the sudden voice. He whirls around to face the stairwell, which to his surprise, is now occupied by the last person he ever expected to see:

Im Jaebeom.

Jisung chokes, scurrying backward into the shadows as the hybrid approaches the trio. After taking purchase against the doorway, he offers his signature sly smirk.

“Evening, Harry Potter and friends… Funny meeting you down here.”

“Now is not the time for games, hyung.” Youngjae breathes a sigh of relief as Jinyoung’s voice echoes throughout the stone walls. Seconds later, he comes hustling down the staircase before shoving Jaebeom out of the way. The vampire then peers into the crypt, his gaze burning with the determination of a man at war. “Is anyone hurt?”

“No. We’re okay.” Lia steps forward. “If you’re here, I’m guessing Mark reached the wolf pack?”

“Your guess is correct.” Jinyoung nods, placing a hand against the invisible doorway. “My brother and I will do everything we can to help disarm the rogue, but I think it’d be best to free you all first.”

Youngjae joins the conversation. “I can take down the barrier spell, but I’ll need to draw energy from one of you to do so.”

“Let’s do this quickly then.” Jinyoung goes to roll up the sleeve of his white shirt, but is halted by his immortal companion. Surprise filters through Youngjae’s veins as Jaebeom shrugs the leather jacket from his shoulders with a huff:

“With my luck, he’ll drain you dry and I’ll have to deal with this voodoo fucker myself. I think it’s best we use my energy—sorry not sorry.”

“Alright, then.” Youngjae hums, “I’ll need you to push through the barrier just enough that I can touch you… It’s gonna hurt. A lot.”

“Good thing I’m a sadomasochist.” Jaebeom snickers at his brother’s unamused expression, “Too much?”

“Move your hand through that goddamn barrier before I throw you to the superwolf myself.”

The hybrid rolls his eyes, but follows Jinyoung’s instructions and proceeds to force his limb past the invisible blockade. He remains silent, but Youngjae can spy the uncomfortable twitch of his eyebrow and the tension along his stone-cold features. Blood begins to bud along his knuckles like a patch of blooming roses before flowing down his pale skin the more he presses against the barrier.

The siphoner raises his hand in preparation. “Just a bit more.”

A mere couple seconds later, Youngjae feels Jaebeom’s bloody flesh brush against his own. The skin-to-skin contact is slight, but enough, allowing the hybrid’s energy to spread through his veins like wildfire. Youngjae almost cries in relief as the magic conquers his entire body—a new kind of hope sparking somewhere within his chest.

“Phasmatos Siprum… Emnis Abortum…” Youngjae murmurs, positioning both hands against the invisible wall. He feels it crumbling beneath his fingertips, unable to withstand the power flowing through his figure. “Fasila Quisa Exilum San… Fasila Quisa Exilum San…”

A proud grin stretches along his features as the barrier buckles, then completely shatters. With Lia and Jisung in tow, Youngjae beelines out of the crypt and into the stairwell where Jaebeom, who’s cleaning the crimson from his knuckles, and Jinyoung reside. The latter nods, which Youngjae is quick to return.

“‘Kay, they’re free… Now what?”

“Now we find Minho and end this once and for all.” Lia answers, not sparing the hybrid a glance as she dashes up the stairs. Youngjae and the rest of the group try to keep up with the female witch as best as they can, not faltering until they reach the surface. The cemetery is quiet when they emerge from the crypt, Youngjae notices—almost too quiet.

He takes a short moment to breathe in the fresh night air before turning to a tense Jinyoung, “I need to get close enough to siphon Minho’s magic to perform the counterspell. You think you and your brother can find me a way in?”

Jinyoung nods. “You can count on us.”

“Stay close…” Lia warns with a sigh, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the bastard already knows we’re free—”

Lightning suddenly strikes a mere few feet from where Lia is standing, earning a chorus of screams and surprised gasps from the witch trio. Youngjae watches as Jinyoung speeds forward, grabbing Lia just in time to avoid being burnt to a crisp by a second bolt. With Jisung at his side, Youngjae quickly takes shelter underneath the overhang of a nearby tomb as even more lightning bombards the earth. He surveys the area, searching for the perpetrator responsible for the weather abnormalities.

“Minho!...” Lia screeches from behind a large tree, her tone far less than friendly. “Quit being a fucking coward! Come out here and face us goddamnit!...”

Youngjae huddles closer to Jisung as the wind suddenly picks up, ripping at his hair and clothing like a vengeful spirit. He moves to speak to his younger companion, but his words die on his tongue as the subject of the hour waltzes into view. The heavy gusts don’t seem to affect him, though that’s no surprise since the wretched weather is his doing.

Minho smirks, “They say lightning never strikes one place twice… You must be really special then, Lia.”

“Oh fuck off! We’re tired of playing your stupid games!”

“This only ends one way, Minho—” Jinyoung says, cautiously moving from Lia’s side to approach the powerful witch. His steps, however, are halted by another vicious bolt of electricity. Youngjae attempts to make out Jaebeom’s form through the blurriness of his wind-induced tears, but the hybrid is nowhere to be found. “—so we can do it the easy way, or the hard way! The choice is yours!”

“Last I checked, this isn’t your fight, Prime.”

“It became my fight the moment you threatened my family and my friends!”

Minho snickers, “Trust me, I had every intention of ridding this town of you and your brother’s filth.”

“Was it also your intention to kill an innocent werewolf girl!?” Youngjae’s heart drops at the vampire’s following statement. “Son Chaeyoung is dead because of Changbin—because of you!”

“Every war has its casualties.”

“And what of Felix!? Will his death just be another trivial loss in your obsession for revenge!?”

This time, Youngjae notices the cockiness melt from Minho’s features into something akin to trepidation. The wailing of the wind picks up to a screech, nearly drowning out the dark-haired witch’s weak inquiry, “What are you talking about?”

“Felix was bitten… and is dying as we speak!” Jinyoung shakes his head frantically. “Do you believe he deserves this, Minho!? Do you believe Chaeyoung deserved to die!?... You can fix this—make this right!”

Minho remains silent, and for a moment, Youngjae wonders if the witch will actually come to his senses and call off this whole ordeal. But just as soon as it appeared, the pained look along his features transitions into something more sinister.

“We’re all gonna die someday, so what does it even fucking matter!?”

“Are you hearing yourself!?” Lia screams from behind a nearby tree, “Look what you’ve become, Minho! How would Nayeon see you right now!”

“Don’t bring her into this!” Minho’s hiss blends with the moans of the wind. Massive raindrops begin to pelt down against the earth, immediately soaking Youngjae to the bone. For the first time, he notices the dark witch’s position in relation to his own. Realistically, Youngjae can be at Minho’s side in mere milliseconds, before he has a chance to blink. If only he can get him to move a bit closer…

As if reading his thoughts, Jinyoung attempts to coax the witch another step forward.

“Please, Minho… I don’t wish to hurt you.”

The latter shakes his head with a chuckle. “It’s too fucking bad that you think you can.”

Minho raises his hand, harshly forcing the vampire down against the muddy earth. Youngjae watches in horror as Jinyoung’s limbs begin to contort and rearrange against his own will—the sound of cracking bones and the vampire’s pained groans filling his ears like a haunting melody. He forces his gaze away from the gruesome sight and prepares to advance on the dark witch, but Jisung stops him with a hand to his shoulder:

“Not yet, hyung.”

“But Jinyoung—”

“Trust me.” His eyes are wide with determination—Youngjae can’t remember a time he’s ever seen Jisung so fierce. “I have a plan. Wait here until my signal.”

Though filled with confusion, Youngjae does as the young witch requests and stays in place while Jisung himself carefully maneuvers his way through gravestones and buildings, attempting to remain out of sight. A sudden burst of lightning cracks through the atmosphere, and at first, Youngjae fears Jisung has been caught, but quickly realizes Minho has his sights set on another party:

“I was wondering when you’d join the fun—I looked forward to tearing your bitch-ass apart.”

“I would say I’m flattered, but I rather like my ass.” Jaebeom saunters across a nearby rooftop. In the midst of the storm, he almost reminds Youngjae of a superhero—or more likely in his case, the psychotic supervillain. “Look, you’ve had your fun, kid. Now I suggest you release my brother and cut out all this petty-teenage bullshit before I break your body in places you never thought possible.”

“That’s it?... And here I thought you’d want the antidote?”

Jaebeom’s face darkens.

“...So there is a cure?”

“Of course. Every spell has its loophole.” Minho finally lowers his hand, ceasing the painful reconstruction of Jinyoung’s skeleton. Youngjae watches in confusion as the former retracts something from his pocket—some sort of vial, it seems—and offers it toward the hybrid. “The blood which Changbin drank to turn—it’ll heal anyone fallen victim to his bite.”

“You better hand that over before I rip your teeth from your skull.” Jaebeom growls darkly, hopping down from his overhead perch.

The witch shakes his head, “Not so fast, Mr. Wolf… See, there was only so much left—enough to heal one lucky soul.”

“You’re a sick fucking bastard,” Jaebeom spits. “You wanted this to happen—”

“Your little bloodsucking girlfriend is dying, isn’t she?” Minho tosses the vial toward the hybrid, who effortlessly catches it between two trembling fingers. “If you want to save her life, then I suggest you go before the venom does its job.”

“Jaebeom-hyung, don’t—!” Jinyoung gasps, slithering across the muddy earth like an earthworm lost to the world.

“You know she doesn’t have much time—”

“We can’t do this without you—we need you!... I need you, hyung!”

Jaebeom, staring at the tiny container in his grasp, doesn’t reply to his incapacitated companion. Youngjae curses the smirk that spreads across Minho’s face—a sign of victory—and attempts to spot Jisung and Lia somewhere between the ferocious raindrops. He has no such luck, and instead decides to pray for a miracle instead.

“If you hadn’t fucked around with the few people I care about, I might have actually liked you.” Jaebeom murmurs with a sigh before tucking the vial into his pocket and sending the dark witch a malicious sneer. “Well isn’t that too fucking bad.”

Youngjae leaps almost ten feet in the air as lightning strikes for what seems like the millionth time, although this time, it’s inches from where Minho is standing. After searching the area, Youngjae discovers Lia and Jisung across the way, hands clasped, eyes bright with passion, uttering some sort of offensive charm. Minho attempts to sprint in the opposite direction, but Jaebeom easily tackles the witch before he can get far.

“Now Youngjae-hyung! Do it now!”

At Jisung’s cue, Youngjae takes off into the rain. The bitter feel of Mother Nature’s tears against his skin quickens his movements, wanting nothing more then to end this hurricane, both literally and figuratively, once and for all. He reaches Minho in what seems like hours and hurries to grab his wrist—but just like the tides during a storm, the tables quickly turn.

At the wave of Minho’s hand, Jaebeom goes flying across the cemetery, crashing into a stone statue and collapsing into the resulting rumble. White-hot pain spreads through Youngjae’s veins like a poison, freezing his muscles and immobilizing his limbs from any further movement. He collapses to the ground, where mud immediately clings to his clothing.

Minho rises to his feet before stepping on Youngjae’s hand with a cackle, “Don’t you fuckers get it!? I’m untouchable! You can’t fucking win!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Minho…” Youngjae chuckles, curling his fingers around the tread of the dark witch’s boot. Minho realizes his mistake as soon as the former’s hand begins to glow, foolishly attempting to squirm from his touch.

Thunder roars in the distance as Youngjae grins in triumph:

“Because unlike you… we’re not alone.”

The last thing Youngjae sees before he loses consciousness is a flash of white and the bewildered face of the dark witch as he collapses beside him.

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“I take it Mark apologized?...” You nearly leap out of your own skin at the sudden inquiry. With a less than agitated frown, you turn to acknowledge the culprit for your almost heart attack. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear some of these supernaturals have powers of teleportation or something…

“Goddamnit, Dahyun. Not all of us have superwolf hearing.”

“Sorry, dearie. Force of habit.” The she-wolf offers an apologetic smile, moving forward to hook her arm with your own. She allows Yugyeom, Chan and Mark to gain a bit of distance ahead before repeating again, “So Mark…?”

“We both talked it out and apologized… so everything’s okay now.” You hum—the tiny fib leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

Truthfully, your encounter with Mark left you conflicted. Of course, you’re more than glad he finally opened up about his past, and even more glad that he trusts you enough to reveal his lingering feelings of trauma, but there’s still a pretty big fucking elephant in the room—one involving his dead best friend and the fact you can talk to him beyond the grave.

You should have told him then and there—right after you promised to abolish all secrets—but something inside you couldn’t do it… and you don’t know why.

“Why are you so interested in Mark and I’s relationship anyway?” You utilize your curiosity as a distraction from the guilt breathing down your neck, angling your neck to peer at Dahyun’s side profile. “Is there… history between you two?”

“No, no—nothing like that. Mark and I have just known each other since we were kids. Our moms were close friends, so Mark, Yugyeom and I pretty much grew up together.”

“He never told me that.”

“Don’t take it personal, sweetheart. Mark doesn’t like to talk about his past—” Dahyun sighs, “—too many bad memories between his dad and the bullshit that happened with his mom. He’ll come around eventually… he just needs more time.”

“I know his mom passed when he was a teenager, but Mark never actually mentioned how she died…” You bite your lip, sending a curious glance to your wolf companion. “It’s really not fair to ask you, but—”

“Mark found her in their own kitchen with her entire throat ripped open.” Dahyun’s blunt answer leaves your throat dry, unable to speak another word if you wanted to. “The sheriff ruled it as an animal attack, but I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure out what really happened.”

Your heart sinks, and you choose not to say anything further.

“Dahyun! (Y/N)! Don’t get too far behind!” Chan’s voice echoes from somewhere up ahead. With the black of night beginning to fade, you can just make out his, Yugyeom, and Mark’s silhouettes a couple dozen feet away. Dahyun gives your forearm a gentle squeeze before releasing your conjoined limbs to catch up with her packmates. You do the same, meeting an armed Mark about halfway.

His eyes glitter with concern underneath the fading starlight.

“Everything okay…?”

“Yeah, Dahyun and I were just catching up.” You inhale a deep breath before releasing it in an even heavier exhale. “But there is something I need to talk to you about—about Jackson and the whole resurrection thing.”

Mark shakes his head, “You have every right to make your own decisions, (Y/N), but I wish you and Youngjae would have come to me.”

“I know that, but it was more complicated than that—” You try to gather your thoughts while also attempting to make sense of your words. “I couldn’t tell you because, well—because Jackson told—”

“Mark-hyung! We’ve got an issue!” Yugyeom’s warning immediately cuts off your explanation. Mark shoots you an apologetic glance before hurrying the two of you forward to join the wolf trio. It only takes seconds for you to distinguish the cause of the beta’s distress.

A deer carcass lays precariously on the forest floor, and albeit it’s practically torn to shreds, you can just make out a single word carved into its bloody flesh:

Die.

“Shit—we need to go. Now.”

“We’ve already come this far. Chae should be around here somewhere.” Chan ignores Mark’s directive, stepping over the animal corpse to traverse further through the forest. He barely takes a step before the witch is grabbing his wrist. “Let me go, hyung.”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Don’t tell me what to—”

“Shut the fuck up. Both of you.” Dahyun quietly hisses, “Listen.”

You try to do as the she-wolf says, but all that meets your ears is the combination of your own labored breathing and uneven pulse. Judging by the confused expression along Mark’s face, he’s probably dealing with the same situation.

“What is it?”

“We’re being watched.” Yugyeom answers Mark’s inquiry in a whisper. “Mark, you and (Y/N) need to find somewhere to hide right now—Chan, Dubu, get ready to fight—”

As soon as the command leaves Yugyeom’s lips, Mark takes you by the arm and drags you behind a broad tree trunk. You fish Jinyoung’s pocket knife from your pocket while Mark cocks his shotgun in preparation. Who knew the day would come that you’d actually be grateful for the presence of two dangerous weapons…

“If anything goes wrong—you run like hell, got it?”

You shake your head at Mark’s demand. “I’m not just going to leave you—”

“Yugyeom! Above you!” At Chan’s warning, you’re suddenly shoved to the ground by the witch, watching in horror as a deranged Changbin descends from the treetops onto the beta himself. His skin is a sickly ashen shade, and his black veins so prominent it would make a nurse weep. There’s no human emotion left inside his dark eyes as he strikes Yugyeom over and over again with his lengthy sharp talons, tearing open his skin like a birthday present—he’s a complete animal.

“Bin, stop!” Chan throws his arms around Changbin’s shoulders in an attempt to pull him from Yugyeom, winding a tight arm around his throat before thrusting a knee against his spine. “Think about what you’re doing!”

With Dahyun’s assistance, the two wolves manage to separate the dark wolf from that of Yugyeom’s wounded self. Even so, Changbin clearly does not appreciate being stolen away from his prey. He easily escapes from Chan’s hold, landing a couple heavy hits against the latter’s nose before shoving him to the ground. Dahyun takes the moment to strike, bringing the dark wolf to kneel with a harsh kick to his knee, but the action does minimal damage. Changbin punts the she-wolf a dozen feet away as if she weighs nothing. You wince as Dahyun connects with a nearby tree trunk with a vocal thud before dropping to the ground with no movements of rejoining the fight.

“Shit…” You curse to yourself, “They won’t be able to take him down by themselves—he’s too fucking strong.”

“Watch your ears.” You notice Mark aiming his gun toward the dark wolf, waiting for an opportunity with his finger on the trigger. At his discretion, you cover your ears just in time for him to fire a first and second shot. A ferocious growl echoes through the trees, spreading goosebumps across your flesh like wildfire.

You watch both Chan and Yugyeom take advantage of Changbin’s distraction. The alpha delivers a swift, yet heavy hit against his wounded shoulder while the beta goes for his legs. Similar to Dahyun, they manage to pin Changbin to the forest floor. For a moment, you almost believe the fight has concluded in your team’s favor—but the tides shift. In the blink of an eye, Chan is impaled with a large jagged branch and sent tumbling into some foliage whereas Yugyeom is dealt punch after strike after kick, unable to escape the barrage of Changbin’s wrath. He eventually, like the former two, collapses to the earth and makes no move to rise.

Changbin cracks his neck before stalking toward where you and your companion stand.

“Mark—”

“I got it!” Mark quickly feeds another couple shells into the shotgun barrel, cocks the weapon, then aims down sight. He manages to sink a bullet into your target’s abdomen, followed by another in his bicep, but Changbin merely releases an annoyed snarl and continues charging forward.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—(Y/N), move!” You leap out of the way just in time to avoid a powerful strike. Changbin’s hand splinters the trunk of the tree, sending pieces of bark in every direction. A particular shard catches the bridge of your nose, causing blood to warmly cascade down your skin. You quickly wipe the liquid from your right eye, ignoring the nausea fluttering inside your gut, before focusing back on the situation at hand.

You look up in time to watch Mark swing his shotgun harshly against Changbin’s skull. Taking advantage of his disorientation, you rush forward to stab your pocket knife into the wolf’s back. Changbin practically roars in fury, angling backward to land a hit to your face before you have time to react. The force of his strike throws you to the ground, a sharp pain lingering in your left cheek.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Mark throws himself against Changbin, delivering hit after hit to anything and anywhere. Still, Mark’s human strength does little to outbeat the dark wolf, and you watch in horror as Changbin effortlessly pins the witch against his chest with a bloody hand around his throat. You desperately search for something, anything, in hopes of saving Mark from whatever deadly fate awaits Changbin’s bloodlust, but fate doesn’t seem to be on your side.

“Changbin—please don’t do this!” You cry, praying to some type of deity that the wolf is sane enough to understand your words. Even so, your confidence is low, seeing as talking clearly had no effect during your last encounter, but you’re fresh out of options at this point. “You know this isn’t who you are!”

To your surprise, Changbin actually answers, “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Maybe not, but I know you don’t actually want to hurt anyone…” You cautiously rise to your feet with a shake of your head, wary of the tight hold Changbin currently has on Mark’s jugular. “Your thoughts are all sorts of fucked up right now because of the dark magic, so why don’t you just let Mark go and we can—”

“Don’t you fucking get it! This fucker—” He yanks at Mark with more force than necessary, “—took everything from me! He took my pack, my alpha—the only people I ever felt safe with!”

“I understand you—”

“No, you don’t!” Changbin wails, “You can’t even imagine how I feel! How fucking hard it is to wake up in a world you know you’ll never belong! How much it fucking hurts just to go on and pretend like everything’s normal when it’s fucking not!”

“Tell him it’s okay to feel angry—” You whirl your head around to find a seemingly exhausted, yet wild-eyed Jackson Wang at your side. “—but none of this was Mark’s fault.”

You’re mortified at first, having never encountered the ghost anywhere outside your bedroom—but whether it’s the desperation etched along his features, or the flush of purple that overtakes Mark’s complexion—you quickly transfer back to reality:

“Changbin, it’s perfectly normal to feel angry and cheated, but this wasn’t Mark’s fault—deep down, I think you know that.”

“What does it fucking matter anymore? I’m all alone anyways.” The pure agony etched along his face has your heart splitting in two.

You’ve never seen a creature so strong and so powerful look so… vulnerable.

“You said the exact same thing to me when we first met…” Jackson murmurs softly.

“You told Jackson you were alone at one point too…”

An obvious wave of tense silence washes through the forest, making the beat of your heart that much more prominent in your ears.

Changbin’s whisper is dark—dangerous. “How the fuck do you know that?”

“Because… Because he’s here, Changbin.” You say, your eyes meeting Mark’s as the words leave your tongue. “You’re not alone because Jackson is still here.”

You don’t know what kind of reaction you expected from your revelation, but it certainly is not the heinous laughter that spills from the dark wolf’s lips.

“You must have lost your goddamn mind… Jackson-hyung is dead!”

“Maybe physically, but his spirit still remains.”

“You mean—” You turn to discover a bewildered Yugyeom unsteadily leaning against a tree, “—his… ghost? You—You can see his ghost?”

You nod.

Changbin sneers with a low growl. “I don’t fucking believe you.”

“There’s a cliffside back along the bay about twenty miles from the lodge,” Jackson begins, his tone a blend of nostalgic and sorrowful. “Changbin and I used to go there to watch the full moon rise before we turned into our wolf forms… I-I’ve missed that so much…”

“You and Jackson would always watch the full moon rise on a cliff overlooking the bay before you transitioned,” You repeat. “He says he misses those moments with you…”

“Stop it!” Changbin frantically shakes his head, “You’re lying!”

“He’s here, Changbin… He’s really here.” You move forward again, more confidently this time, and raise your hands in a sympathetic gesture. “And the last thing he wants is for you to make the same mistakes he did, so please—let Mark go and let us help you…”

It’s as if time freezes for a moment. Changbin seems to fight a battle with himself—countless emotions rushing through his teary eyes. You watch the dark wolf glance toward an unconscious Dahyun and Chan, then to a silent Yugyeom, before finally setting his focus back to you. You can only pray your face reflects the hope swirling throughout your veins—pray that Changbin will do the right thing.

To your delight, the blackness of his veins gradually begin to fade and the sharp claws protruding from his fingertips recede. You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until Changbin finally retracts his hold from Mark’s neck. You’re quick to take the unsteady witch in your own arms before sending the now normal wolf a thankful smile.

“Thank you, Changbin…”

He nods shyly before wiping a couple tears from his cheeks. You watch as Yugyeom cautiously makes his way toward the younger boy, murmurs something, then tugs the latter into a tight embrace that pulls even more liquid sadness from his eyes. The sight has your heart melting into a puddle of warmth—the emotion doesn’t last though, not when Mark’s dark croak enters your ears:

“You… can see Jackson…”

You shrug sheepishly, “I wanted to tell you, but he said not to… He didn’t want to hurt you anymore than he already had.”

Mark remains silent. You try to search for his features for some kind of anger or disappointment, but are only awarded with his surface level blank stare. Worry flooding through your veins, you look to Jackson for any possible guidance, but the ghost merely shakes his head.

After a couple tense seconds or so, Mark finally murmurs, “Jack… I—I’m so sorry. For everything.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Jackson says immediately, “If only I had listened to you, then maybe things would have played out different.”

“He says it wasn’t your fault—he should have listened to you.”

“We both made some pretty shitty mistakes.” Mark hums, “I miss you, man. So fucking much.”

You don’t wait for Jackson to reply, already knowing his answer.

“He misses you too, Mark. Just as much.”

“How is this even possible…?” You and Mark turn to find the shocked gaze of Yugyeom, who is closely followed by the despair of that belonging to Changbin. “Supernaturals can’t even see spirits, much less mortals…”

“We never exactly figured that out. Jackson said he felt drawn to me from the Other Side—he kind of just showed up in my bedroom the night after Mina and Momo died.”

“Any contact with the dead usually requires some sort of spell or medium.” Mark bites his lip in confusion. “I’ve never seen anything like this before, not even in any of my mother’s grimoires—”

“Jackson!” Your body grows rigid as Jackson suddenly collapses to the ground with a pained groan. You hurry forward, kneeling next to the man, and reach for his shoulder. The realization of his phantom existence hits you like a bag of bricks when your fingers phase through his form. You settle for calling his name again instead, “Jackson—what’s wrong?”

“What the hell is going on?” You hear Changbin stress from somewhere behind you, but your focus is completely on the ghost in question.

Jackson lifts his head with a gasp, revealing a line of blood dripping from his nose. “I-It’s the witches!... They know about our plans—they’re trying to force me back to the Other Side—”

“(Y/N)?”

You shake your head feverishly, “It’s, uh, it’s the witches on the Other Side—they don’t like Jackson crossing over, so they’re trying to bring him back…”

Mark nods. “Witches, dead or alive, will do anything to maintain the balance of nature.”

“(Y/N)—shit—I don’t have a lot of time—” Your chest tightens at the urgency behind Jackson’s words. “I know so much just went down, but—”

“Don’t worry, Jack. I won’t let you disappear again.” You affirm before climbing to your feet to face your new subject of interest. “Mark—I need you to perform the resurrection spell.”

“Woah, wait—” Mark shakes his head, “(Y/N), I can’ t—”

“If we don’t resurrect him now, then Jackson is gone forever!” Your warning spreads a new tension across the atmosphere, manifesting in the form of sullen and panicked expressions. “Please, Mark—we have a chance to bring him back!”

“I can’t do the spell because I don’t have any magic…” Your heart sinks at Mark’s revelation. “Minho absorbed all my magical energy back at the graveyard… I’m so sorry, Jackson…”

“Hold on, you told me that there’s different types of magic…” You push, “Can’t you draw energy from something? Like the forest, or the moon, or, or—”

“Or me.” You turn, discovering the speaker of the response to be none other than a determined Changbin. “Minho-hyung’s spell may be gone, but I can still feel the magical energy lingering through my body.”

Mark hesitates, “I-I don’t know if it will work… and if something goes wrong—”

“Do you want Jackson-hyung back or not?...”

A moment of silence passes after Changbin’s question. You keep an eye on a repeatedly wincing Jackson, and the other on the witch’s face, attempting to decipher his thoughts inside the glow of his gaze. For a moment, you wonder if Mark will even provide an answer, until the words finally leave his lips:

“Fuck the balance of nature. I’ll bring you back, Jackson—I promise.”

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Jinyoung stares at the sun as it gradually rises past the horizon, bathing his skin in a warm, celebratory light. His gaze wavers across the cemetery to the notorious mausoleum, where he watches Lia and Jisung carefully assist a barely conscious Youngjae past the doorway. After this crazy night, the siphoner definitely deserves a good, long rest. Then again, so does everyone else.

He releases a heavy sigh before shifting away from the witch trio. After sparing one final glance to the sunrise, Jinyoung allows his feet to carry him through the early morning glow, past countless tombstones and other structures, and settles beside a second figure in front of a particular burial site. He silently reads the engravings along the headstone before addressing his companion without so much as a glimpse:

“I assumed you would be halfway back to the bunker by now.”

Jaebeom doesn’t respond, not that Jinyoung really expects him to. He peers at the hybrid through the corner of his eye, attempting to seek meaning beyond his blank features. Centuries later, Jinyoung still can’t predict the workings of Jaebeom’s inner thoughts. Especially when it comes to the situation at hand.

“Mark called. Changbin is no longer affected by Minho’s spell.” He explains, “They’re also preparing a ritual to resurrect Jackson Wang—”

“Tzuyu…?”

Jinyoung’s chest tightens as the name falls from Jaebeom’s lips.

“Their youngest, Ryujin, is looking after both her and Felix.”

“So she’s still alive…?”

“It seems so.”

A brief moment of silence passes between the pair. The earth grows brighter and brighter as the seconds roll by, reminding Jinyoung that time is a friend to no one.

“Hyung, did you… truly switch off your humanity?”

“I did, at first.” Jaebeom’s answer is quiet, and Jinyoung can detect the subtle hint of vulnerability hidden beneath his gruff tone. “But I guess I can never completely turn it off.”

“It’s alright to feel, hyung—be it anger… or passion… or fear…”

Jinyoung notices Jaebeom shift uncomfortably before glancing down at the glass vial in the palm of his hand. For once, he can actually distinguish the emotions present within the hybrid’s dark eyes. The knowledge only jabs at his heart.

“Everything is taken care of, right?”

“The night has ended, and Minho is safely sealed away in the crypt.” Jinyoung nods, “We live to see another day.”

He watches his companion tuck the precious vial into the pocket of his jeans before turning away from the headstone. Jinyoung is not sure where the urge comes from, but he abandons his perch, grabbing Jaebeom’s shoulder before he can leave the cemetery. He ignores the hybrid’s confused expression and pulls him into a tight embrace.

“Thank you for staying, hyung…” Jinyoung’s murmur is slightly muffled against the fabric of his jacket, but he knows his companion heard them loud and clear.

Jaebeom hesitates for a moment, clearly taken aback by the sudden act, but eventually winds his arms loosely around Jinyoung’s back with a gentle murmur of his own:

“You will always be my family, Jinyoung… Always and forever…”

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“I’ve never used magic like this before, so I can’t promise this will work.” Mark glances to where he assumes Jackson’s spirit is located inside the white circle makeshifted out of a bag of flour Dahyun managed to find in a bunker cabinet, before glancing to the companion at his side. “You sure you’re up for this? It’ll feel like I’m literally sucking the life force out of your body…”

Changbin nods, “If it means bringing Jackson-hyung back.”

“Okay, then.” Mark turns to the surrounding crowd next, “In order to do this, I’ll need to lower the veil to the Other Side. This will create a temporary door that Jackson can pass through to physically enter our realm. Once he crosses over, he should become mortal again.”

“Seems easy enough.” Dahyun snickers, although the sound is dry and forced. “Anything else we need to know?”

“Whatever happens, do not enter the circle.” His eyes drift from the she-wolf to your silent form. As if sensing the scrutiny, your gaze connects with his own, and knowing he has your attention, Mark continues in a darker tone, “Just as spirits can pass into our realm, we can cross to the Other Side… so for the love of god, don’t do anything stupid.”

Your and Mark’s staring contest ceases when your head snapes toward the circle. Seconds later, you break the tense silence with a soft murmur, “Jackson says it’s getting worse. He can feel the witches trying to drag him back.”

“Then I guess that’s our cue.” He sighs before nodding toward the circle one last time, “I’m gonna do my best, Jack. Just hold on.”

With one final glance to the grimoire you gave him earlier, Mark inhales a deep breath and takes Changbin’s outstretched hand into his own. He closes his eyes, focusing every part of his brain on the electrifying sensation of the magical energy coursing through the wolf’s body. Bit by bit, he feels Changbin’s power bleeding into his own veins, awakening the slumbering supernatural nature of his soul. Once he’s sure enough he’s acquired enough magic, Mark opens his eyes and begins the incantation:

“Vita mortem, mortem vita est… Partis inferioris velum, partis inferioris ante illum vetum…” Almost instantly, the wind picks up while the air grows uncomfortably cold. He ignores the violent shivers wracking through his limbs and proceeds to repeat the words as the temperature continues to drop. With each spoken syllable, Mark’s head becomes dizzy and his flesh feels as if it’s being scorched off, but he continues.

No amount of pain could ever dull the hope of seeing his best friend alive once more.

“Holy shit—it’s actually working!”

Mark doesn’t realize he had shut his eyes until he opens them, nearly yelping in delight when he discovers the image of said friend standing in the center of the white circle. Jackson looks no different than the day he last saw him, and he can’t decide if he wants to laugh out of irony or burst into tears.

“The veil is down! I’m gonna start the spell to cross you over!” Mark yells over the howling of the wind, clutching Changbin’s hand tighter as he transitions to the next phase of the spell. “Ohto eestanay as vazat esvet ohnaz eespalit… Ohto eestanay as vazat esvet—fuck!”

A brutal force comes down against his head, almost resembling that of a punch, before spreading hot fire down his neck and to the rest of his body. Mark doubles over with a wheeze, attempting to fight against the painful sensations by grounding himself in Changbin’s touch. However, as soon as the first wave concludes, a second, even more excruciating one follows. He feels as if someone is trying to crush his brain—to kill him from the inside out.

“Mark-hyung! What’s wrong!?”

“It’s the witches!...” Mark is thankful that Jackson answers Yugyeom’s panicked inquiry, “They’re trying to break the spell!”

“Like… hell they will…” Mark hisses, righting himself with a pained groan before grabbing Changbin’s other hand. “I’m not going down without a fight—hold on!...”

He jumps back into the spell, weakening the manipulated pain through the absorption of more of the wolf’s energy. Borderline high off the power, he pushes everything he has into the ritual, determined to see it through to the end. After a minute that passes like a decade, Mark detects a shift in the atmosphere, indicating the near completion of the spell, and shouts:

“Jackson—get out of the circle! Get out now!”

As if in slow motion, Mark watches Jackson quickly move to escape the white border. But just as soon as his toe brushes the edge, he is wrenched away and lifted from the ground.

Dahyun cries, “What the hell is happening!?”

“They won’t let me cross over!” Jackson squirms and writhes, attempting to escape whatever invisible grip is holding him hostage. His efforts are futile, and he continues to rise higher and higher off of the ground.

“Hang on, Jack!” Mark releases Changbin’s hands and raises his own palms in Jackson’s direction. However, the same torturous pain from before returns once more, hitting his nerves like a sledgehammer to a brick wall, and throws him to the earth. “Shit—no! H-He has to pass through the circle!”

“(Y/N)! Don’t!”

Mark raises his gaze at Dahyun’s shriek, only to watch in horror as you rush past the flour boundary and grab hold of Jackson’s hand. A blinding light immediately erupts from your clasped palms, expanding through the area until all Mark can see is white.

After a long moment, his vision eventually returns, and he finds the forest completely silent. The temperature is no longer frigid, he notices, and the strain within his brain is gone. For a moment, Mark is filled with prowess, victorious at the fact he successfully carried out an ancient resurrection ritual, however, his triumph is temporary, especially when he notices your form laid motionless in Dahyun’s arms.

“(Y/N)—fuck!” Mark hurries to where you lay, stealing your figure from the she-wolf to cradle you in his own hold. “Shit, shit, shit—she’s not breathing! Fucking goddamnit!”

His panic only grows tenfold when he hears the murmur cascade from Dahyun’s lips:

“Mark… where’s Jackson?”

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Jaebeom scales the final rung of the ladder before making his way toward the corner where the snoozing trio resides. He moves cautiously, mindful not to awaken the young werewolf caretaker, yet eventually finds himself perched on the edge of a familiar cot. His heart thunders inside his chest, and he cannot tell if it’s out of anxiety or hope. Though at this moment, Jaebeom can really care less to find out.

“It’s about time you showed up…” He winces at the broken husk of his companion’s voice, attempting to keep his expression as neutral as possible. “I thought you were actually going to leave me to die in the hands of a neurotic teenage wolf…”

Jaebeom doesn’t respond to her quip—he can’t find it in himself to do so.

Tzuyu raises an eyebrow, “What’s with the face? Did you take down the witch or not?”

“We did.” He hums, “The spell is broken.”

“Good thing—” The vampire pauses to cough, and the sound is like broken glass against his ears. “—you and your brother are safe for the eternity to come.”

“Tzuyu… I found the cure.”

“What are you waiting for then? My consent?” She snickers playfully, “We fuck for over a century and this is the most gentlemanly behavior I’ve ever seen from you, Beomie.”

Again, Jaebeom remains silent.

Recognizing the obvious tension in the room, Tzuyu’s face falls. “But… I guess it’s more complicated than that, hm?”

“There’s only enough for…” He’s unable to finish his sentence, not when his companion’s eyes are gazing at him with such sullenness and sympathy. Jaebeom has to look away for a moment, though the action does little to relieve the tightness of his chest.

“Ah, I see.” Tzuyu hums, glancing across the way to a slumbering Felix. Her pale lips twitch, as if attempting to upturn to a smile, but it instead appears as a weak grimace. “You know, I really never meant to hurt (Y/N)… or you.”

“Tzuyu—”

“I’ve known you for decades… but I’ve never seen you look at someone the way you look at her.” Another violent cough wracks through her body, expelling a mass of dark blood past her lips. Jaebeom is quick to wipe the splotch from her skin with the blanket, trying not to dwell on the fact that her skin is ice cold. “I’ll admit, I was jealous at first… I’ve always wanted someone to look at me like that…

“I know you’re afraid to care—to love, Jaebeom.” Tzuyu murmurs sadly, lifting a hand to rest against the hybrid’s cheek. “Especially someone like (Y/N)… and you’re right to. She’s too good… too human.

“One misstep and you could lose her forever.”

“I want to be selfish…” Jaebeom whispers, “I want to be selfish so fucking bad—”

“But you can’t be, Beom. Not with her.”

“Then let me be selfish with you.”

Tzuyu smiles.

“I’ve lived over three lifetimes, and he is barely a ways into his one—so you’re going to give the cure to that damn kid, Im Jaebeom.” He leans further into her touch as she caresses the apple of his cheek. “Promise me that you’ll stay away from her—to keep her safe?”

He nods.

“Good… Can you hold me for a moment? I’m cold.”

“I’ll hold you as long as you want me to.”

And so Jaebeom takes Tzuyu into his arms. However, it’s not until the vampire grows still does he allow a single tear to cascade from his eye, staining the bloodied bed sheets with the agony of a heart that has been broken too many times to count.

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foenixs · 3 years

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Got7 + Toys

note: these are short headcanons for each member of Got7 and their favourite sex toys/utensils (just a lil sth to spark you imagination)

includes- sub!Got7 x dom!reader (I tried to keep it gender neutral; I only refer to the reader as noona once), nipple clamps, cockring, handcuffs, ballgag, vibrator, whip, blindfold

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

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Mark

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You pull on the string and Mark’s body jolts towards you, his nipples red under the clamps. You move your hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face so you can see the innocent look in his eyes. The pleading face he makes, silently begging to be touched. But his nipples are already so sensitive, you knew that if you touched him any further, he would cum on the spot, and it was not time for him to finish yet. You push him back onto the bed, the string straightening and pulling on his nipples even harder. He winces in pain and his eyes roll back into his head, but he can’t deny the amount of pleasure he is feeling right now, as his cock is red and leaking with precum.

Jaebeom

“So pretty” you coo into his ear, holding his body up so he can watch your hands roam him, through the mirror. The cockring, nestled tight around his shaft, is sending vibrations through his body and you have to grip him tight, so he doesn’t squirm away from you. His body is covered in sweat, exhausted from the hours of edging you had put him through. His knees are trembling, and you are afraid he is going to collapse at any moment, but he must hold on just for a little longer. He was doing so good; you knew he could make it. The ringing of your alarm is music to his ears as the permission for his release was finally given. The floor was covered in semen before you could turn off the sound, but it didn’t matter, he had followed your rules till the end.

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Jinyoung

The sound of metal echoes through the room as the handcuffs rut against the headboard, the man in their hold teasingly pulling on his restraints to test how well they’ll hold him back. You let the tip of the feather glide down his torso, drawing circles under his armpits and on his belly. Jinyoung shivers from the tickling feeling, struggling to keep still as he doesn’t want you to see how weak you make him. Your motions were so gentle and yet the feeling was so intense; he felt both safe and lost under you. He sighs deeply when you let the feather glide over his cock and it springs to life, leaving the boy ashamed and you with the sweet taste of victory.

Jackson

Tears were dwelling in his eyes, the pink ball gag stuffing his mouth and he had no choice left but to lay there and let you fuck him apart. His nails were digging into your back as you push his legs up even higher, burying your entire length inside of him. Broken screams left his mouth, and his chin was wet from the drool. “This is what you get for talking back to your noona, you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut could you?!” You leave a harsh smack across his ass, the tears now freely running down his cheeks, his arms shaking around you as it was all too much to take. He looks up at you with sorry eyes and you award him a nod, allowing him to tip over the edge.

Youngjae

The poor boy was shifting in his seat, trying to keep his attention on his members, but the light vibrations moving through his body made him grip onto the chopsticks for dear life. It had been his idea to wear a vibrator in public, wanting to try something outside of your usual vanilla bubble, but had he known you would have so much fun, playing with the settings, he would have thought of something else. He could not think of anything more embarrassing than getting caught by his members and still, as the night proceeded, his pants got uncomfortably tight and damp, by the hard member that was leaking underneath.

BamBam

“Did I allow you to stop counting? I am gonna start over again and again if you keep up this bratty attitude!” The night had started out with Bam whispering dirty wishes into your ear, his hands roaming your body freely as if you were his. That’s how he ended up bent over your bed, his ass on full display as you brought the expensive leather down on him repeatedly. He was wincing in pain, but he still refused to follow the simplest commands. He knew you would whip him all night if you had to but he didn’t care, nothing made him as hard as the sharp feeling of his skin getting assaulted and nothing made him feel prettier than seeing the scars the next morning.

Yugyeom

Yugyeom arched his back, his nose peeking out in an attempt to smell you, the blindfold over his eyes enabling him to see your next move. His legs were spread wide, his hands tied above his head and the thought of having absolutely no control drove him mad. He felt a light pressure at the base of his cock and let out a scream when you turn on the vibrations. The feeling was so much more intense when his senses were restricted; he started begging on the lowest setting. How cute, how innocent, how easy to ruin.

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channiebbang · 3 years

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touch

synopsis: in which jinyoung keeps his distance from his girlfriend because he doesn’t want to hurt her. spoiler alert: he hurts her.

characters: Jinyoung, Jaebeom, Youngjae, Mark, Jackson, Bambam, Yugyeom, Main Character

pairing: universitystudent!Jinyoung x classmate!maincharacter

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 3k

warnings: none

author’s note: I wrote this around march 2020 and posted it on wattpad. It’s not my best work but it’s one of the few I actually like, so I hope you will enjoy reading 😊

When Jinyoung asked y/n out she was the happiest, to say the least. She had went home and screamed like a high school girl going on a first date.

That was the effect Park Jinyoung had on people, he was the epitome of kindness, handsomeness and chivalry. It was shocking to know this kind of gentlemen still existed, and he just happened to ask y/n out.

Their first date was cute and just right. He picked her up from her house and they went to a little caffee shop that just opened, had some dessert and went on a walk along Han river. They talked and talked, sure a couple of awkward silences happened here and there but both of them tried to always make conversation and learn about each other as much as possible.

Y/n was grateful when, after dropping her home, Jinyoung was considered enough not to lean in to kiss her lips or cheeks. She wanted to take things slow.

Sure, she liked Jinyoung but she wasn't comfortable enough with him yet to start skinship right away. I mean, the two barely talked before the day he asked her out, having exchanged words with each other only when asking for notes or when they had projects.

They had been dating for quiet some time when Y/n noticed something. Something that would catch her eye every time they would meet afterwards.

Jinyoung never showed physical affection.

See at first she thought he just was taking his sweet time, so she waited, after all, she needed her own time too. She wasn't in a hurry, anyway.

As time went on and she started hanging out with him and his friends more, she suddenly noticed how, although Jinyoung was always as sweet as honey when he talked to her and looked at her, he never made an attempt in anyway. She thought he didn't want her to be uncomfortable with unwanted touches, after all, he was always attentive with his surroundings.

They had been dating for a little over a year when she noticed.

It was days after the new year had started, they all had been invited to Jaebeom's birthday gathering. Jinyoung picked her up from her house that evening, and drove to the older's house, soft music playing in the background of his car.

His eyes shifted to his girlfriend in the passenger's seat for less than a second. She was scrolling through her Instagram, her hair fallen over her face, the black coat around her shoulders covering her knee length, evening dress. Jinyoung smiled.

"Hey," he called the girl, turning the steering wheel, his eyes back on the road. He waited for her to lock her phone and hum at him.

"You're beautiful, as usual," he muttered, concentrating on the road, unaware of the effect his words had on his girl. Y/n's cheeks were dusted a deep pink. Jinyoung always used to compliment her when she was doing the most random things. He said he didn't do it on purpose, she didn't believe him.

"Thank you," she said after clearing her throat. Her eyes shifted to his neatly styled hair and formal but casual outfit.

"You're very pretty, too," she complimented. Jinyoung looked at her for a second, a playful grin on his lips.

"Pretty?" He asked chuckling deeply, Y/n nodded laughing quietly.

"Yes, I think so. Very pretty," she confirmed, Jinyoung nodded his head murmuring a "okay, fair enough". He parked the car in Jaebeom's garage, before getting out and rounding the car, opening the door for Y/n. She flashed him a thankful smile and he nodded, leading her inside his friend's house.

Jaebeom's place looked just like always, cozy and familiar. Y/n walked in and took off her heels, slipping on a pair of slippers and hanging her coat in the small closet just by the entrance. Having done so many times before.

They heard footsteps before they saw Bambam peek over the corner that led into the living room. He smiled at the couple.

"Guys y/n noona is here! Oh and Jinyoung-hyung," he called out before he came out of the corner and opened his arms engulfing the laughing girl in a big hug. Jinyoung scoffed loudly, before loudly slapping Bambam's arm and walking in the living room, greeting his other friends and the birthday boy.

Y/n made her way in arm in arm with Bambam, the two engrossed in a conversation about Bambam's new video he sent her right after filming and editing it.

She went around the room saying hello to the other boys before giving a side hug to Jaebeom and wishing a happy birthday.

Jaebeom insisted they had dinner right away because he was starving and the food was really good, when Yugyeom whined that it was still too early, Jaebeom snapped back that it was his birthday and so whatever he said would be the end of discussion.

They had just finished dinner and each grabbed a small glass of chocolate mousse before moving back in the living room. Y/n and Youngjae being the last ones to leave the dining area.

She walked to Jinyoung's side seeing as the seat beside him, was empty, the other side occupied by Mark. She mocked Youngjae when he teased her and in response the guy pushed her lightly, laughing out loud. Y/n lost her balance right when she was lowering herself to the seat, resulting in having her arm pushed slightly against Jinyoung's. She didn't think too much of it and just laughed at Youngjae when she saw his worried expression.

She did however take into notice how Jinyoung turned to her with an irritated expression, pausing his conversation with Mark, only to widen his eyes when he realized it was Y/n. She smiled at him, apologizing and going to pull back, when Jinyoung quickly shifted away from her, as if he got burnt. She took his awkward smile into notice and she had to admit, it did hurt just a little bit. She smiled like she didn't notice and turned back to Youngjae, reassuring him that she was okay.

That was the first time she noticed his reluctance when she was too close. She didn't know why he felt that way and she didn't know how to bring it up to him. So she didn't. She thought it would be okay.

She noticed after that whenever they met and hung out, she noticed how every time she would unintentionally brush her elbow against his arm he would shift away, or pull his arm back. She would notice how when they had to walk in a place too crowded he would awkwardly tuck his hands inside his pockets and make sure he was at least a couple of feet apart from her.

One day she had been hanging out with him at his apartment when she got a notification that her mid term results were up. While she waited for Jinyoung to finish cooking she decided to check her marks. She had been super worried about not doing well and if you asked Jinyoung he would say she totally didn't whine his ear off.

She squealed when she saw that she didn't do well but way too well, she got up from the couch and ran to the kitchen, excited to tell Jinyoung.

"Jinyoung! Jinyoung!"she called as soon as she reached the kitchen, the boy hummed while turning towards her, she shoved her phone in his face grinning like a mad woman. The boy smiled seeing her this excited and checked what she was showing, a wide grin made its wat to his face and he looked over at her.

Y/n on the other hand tossed her phone on the counter and squealing jumped on Jinyoung, wrapping her arms around his neck. With eyes wide and a shocked expression, his hands automatically rested on her sides. The girl pulled back, grabbing his shoulders and started jumping.

"I freaking did it! I was so worried and for nothing! I'm sorry, for talking your ear of! Ahhh I'm so happy," she rambled on, not noticing the panicked expression on Jinyoung's face. She went to wrap her arms around him again when he scrambled back hitting his hip against the counter.

Y/n stopped abruptly. Her smile slowly leaving her lips when she finally saw the look in her boyfriend's face and she realized what she had done. An embarrassed expression replaced her previous proud smile. A blush tinting her cheeks. The air was awkward to say the least. Y/n looked at Jinyoung again, their eyes meeting. She gave him a tight lipped smile before grabbing her phone and walking out of the kitchen and to the living room. Jinyoung opened his mouth to say something, anything, to stop the girl but nothing came out. He just stood in the kitchen, and regretted it as soon as he heard the front door opening and closing.

"You're so stupid, hyung," Bambam scoffed, leaning on the kitchen counter, looking at the older pacing in front of him.

Said older stopped his walking and turned sharply towards the younger.

"I called you to help me out not to point out the obvious, you dipshit," he retorted watching the younger mock him.

"At least you know," he murmured before screaming as he barely dodged a slipper aimed at his face.

"Don't forget you asked me to come here, I can leave right now, without giving you any advice," the twig pointed a finger at the older. Jinyoung shook his head quickly and raised his hands apologizing.

"Won't happen again, just help me," the older pleaded. Bambam chuckled. This is so fun. He thought.

"Wait, why would you even dodge her every time she tries to touch you?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows. He watched as Jinyoung slightly coughed. He scratched the back of his neck.

"She said something about her ex-boyfriend making her uncomfortable with touching her all the time," the older cleared out, a displeased expression on his face. Bambam nodded, before tilting his head to the side and thinking.

"So...she didn't like being touched by her ex-boyfriend? Like at all? Not even to hold hands?" He inquired genuinely interested. Jinyoung shook his head.

"No, more like inappropriate touches. He was always inappropriately touching her, and if he was not he would make sure it would turn inappropriate. She got really uncomfortable with that after a while," the older explained, Bambam nodded listening carefully.

"Well, have you touched her that way? Did she say that before or after you touched her anyway?" He asked taking an apple from the fruit basket, washing it and taking a bite from it. When he didn't get any answer he turned back to look at his hyung only to see him blushing madly.

"What's up with your face?" The younger gaped at him, never having seen him like this. He was scared.

"What's up with yours, shitface?" And he was back. Bambam let out an obvious breath, relieved.

"We-I-I never touched her in anyway, she told me I think after I asked her about her past relationships on our third date," the older blushed again. Bambam started coughing badly at the words he was hearing. Jinyoung frowned looking displeased at the younger. Bambam gestured for him to give him something to drink while coughing.

"You're so annoying," the older muttered passing him a glass of water that the younger gulped down quickly.

"Well, sorry for choking at your stupidity," Bambam sassed back. Jinyoungs eye shifted to the knives placed blade down in the wooden container. Bambam noticed.

"I'm only joking, no need to go behind bars," he quickly added. Jinyoung smiled tightly before switching back to a serious face.

"But like, with no touching, do you mean not even like holding hands? No hugs? No....kisses?" Bambam whispered the last part, hoping, wishing, he was wrong and his hyung wasn't as much of a loser. But all his wishes came crashing down when the older cleared his throat shrugging and avoiding eye contact.

And obviously, because its Bambam, he could not miss the opportunity of being a bit dramatic. So he deeply gasped and pretended that his knees gave out. Jinyoung quickly chucked an apple at the younger, hitting him in the shoulder.

"Stop judging me!" He exclaimed at the laughing boy in front of him.

"I need to know something else," Bambam chuckled taking a bite of the apple again, making sure he chewed slowly. Jinyoung nodded resting his head in his hands, totally feeling down that his little brother was laughing at him.

"If you never touched her, and she just shared that bit of information because you asked her. Why the hell have you been avoiding her advances? I would understand it if you just avoided touching her inappropriately but, hyung, you avoid any touches. Like its been more than a year you two have been dating and not even a kiss? Why is she dating you?" Bambam went on a rant, his last statement seeming more like a reflection than an actual question. That didn't stop Jinyoung from feeling offended.

"I-I-" the older opened and closed his mouth.

"Well, isn't that what's right?" He wondered out loud. Bambam scoffed.

"Why is she dating you?" This time he asked to the elder.

"She just shared what made her uncomfortable with her ex, not you, the least you should've done was make sure you weren't being inappropriate or making her uncomfortable. It's only normal for you to be attracted to her, hyung, she's your girlfriend after all. But at this point you've been depriving one of the essentials to a good relationship. I honestly don't know why she's still in it," Bambam spoke honestly, all traces of sarcasm gone. Jinyoung opened his mouth and closed it like a fish, not knowing what to say.

"What do I do?" Jinyoung whined and banged his head on the counter. Bambam looked at him with a disgusted expression.

"For starters, don't whine ever again, it's unsettling. And second, go get your girl before she actually realizes she shouldn't date you, and stop overthinking. Just make sure you don't make her feel uncomfortable. That's all you can do," Bambam spoke solemnly. Jinyoung nodded with a newfound confidence and smiled at his friend. "Thanks, Bam. Who knew you can actually give advice? The more you know, right?" Jinyoung grinned at Bambam's offended face, before dashing out of the kitchen and quickly grabbing his keys and jacket, he slipped his shoes on.

"You can stay as long as you want!" He screamed before slamming the door on his way out.

Jinyoung was in front of Y/n's house, panting heavily as he noticed her room's lights were on. He had ran all the way to her place after coming to the conclusion that taking his car was just going to be a hassle and a danger to his clouded mind.

He fished out his phone out of his pants pocket and quickly tapped to Y/n's contact before pressing the phone to his ear, hearing his phone ring.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," he chanted softly before sucking in a breath when she picked up. The line was silent for a while.

"Jinyoung?" He exhaled deeply when Y/n's voice came through the speakers. Her voice strained, he cursed himself mentally thinking that she cried because of him.

"Hello?" She spoke again. Jinyoung cleared his throat.

"C-can you come out for a bit? I need to talk to you," Jinyoung asked hopefully. Y/n was silent for a bit.

"What are you doing outside?" She asked, he heard fumbling in the background before he heard a door open and close.

"I needed to talk to you," he muttered looking towards the house.

"I'm walking out now," and before he could say anything she had already hung up. Jinyoung shoved the phone in his pants when he saw the door opening and Y/n walk out.

She was wearing her pastel yellow cotton trousers and sweater set. He smiled fondly at the girl as she walked down the stairs of the house, her dark, wavy hair bouncing around her.

She quietly opened the main metal door and gestured for Jinyoung to enter, which he gladly did.

She closed the gate and turned making her way to the steps again, sitting on the step below the first one, Jinyoung followed her sitting on the top one not saying anything. She finally turned to him and his eyes softened when she offered a smile, though her eyes were puffy and nose was pink.

"I'm sorry, so so much," he blurted out. Y/n pulled her knees closer to her and rested her chin on them. A soft smile on her lips.

"It's okay, Jinyoung," she whispered, but he heard the small quiver her voice held.

"I-I thought you would be uncomfortable if I touched you, just like you were with your ex," Jinyoung fumbled with his fingers, now understanding why Bambam thought he was so stupid. He sounded like it. He felt Y/n's eyes on him but he did not dare look at her.

"Jinyoung," she called for his attention, the boy's head snapped towards his girlfriend.

"I don't think I would ever be uncomfortable with you, you're always so attentive and considerate," she said sincerely. Jinyoung smiled and scooted closer to her.

"Good, I never want to feel how I did today and most of all. I never want you to feel how you did today. I'm sorry I wasn't as considerate as you think I am. I'm sorry it took me this long to understand how stupid I was being," he honestly said, Y/n shook her head, smiling adoringly.

"Better late than never, right?" She muttered, Jinyoung looked at her face, feeling so much love for the girl in front of him. He nodded smiling.

"Right." He agreed. They stayed like that for a moment.

"Now let me hug you, I think I need it after my desperation, today," Jinyoung sighed lifting himself up and sitting on the step behind her. He wrapped his arms across her collarbones from behind and rested his cheek against her head. Y/n smiled lovingly and leaned back against his chest.

"What did you do?" She asked letting him sway her from side to side.

"Something terrible...I took advice from Bambam," he muttered kissing his girlfriend's hair and closing his eyes. She gasped jokingly before laughing.

"Jinyoung," she called for his attention. He hummed soflty.

"I love you," she muttered closing her eyes and leaning her head to his. Jinyoung smiled against her hair, he turned away his face from hers and pushed the back of his head towards the crook of her neck.

"I love you too, princess," he mumbled feeling at ease.

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capaimagines · 3 years

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mark tuan - anemic

Pairing: Mark Tuan x choreographer!reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: passing out, reader not eating but not ED related, hospital, needles and blood drawing | WC: 1.1k

Request: Omg I love your extra member fics!!! Can I request where the reader is git7s choreographer and also marks gf!!! And she is so focused on helping them for their comeback that she forgets to eat and she passes out but also it's worse than it seems because she's anaemic so she needs to go to the hospital

“Let’s take ten and then start on the next song!” You called out and the others nodded gratefully.

You wiped the excessive amount of sweat from your forehead and collapsed on the ground, utterly exhausted. You smiled to yourself as you glanced to the side at the seven boys that were breathing heavily and dramatically as they sprawled across the floor and couch.

If someone had told you seven years ago that accepting the dance teacher position would have led you to where you were today, you would have laughed in their face. You thought you’d just be teaching the incoming trainees, not working with one of JYP’s most successful groups.

However, the boys were all super welcoming to you and you only had to yell at them sometimes. That was also when Mark started to take an interest in you. It was helpful because while you had Korean relatives, you had never lived in Korea or knew much about the culture until moving here. Your Korean wasn’t the best, but it was passable and the boys were always helping you learn more, especially Mark.

It didn’t take long for you two to start dating. While you would get teasing from BamBam and Yugyeom, you both knew when you needed to be professional. You stood up from the ground and placed your hand on your head as you had a sudden rush of a dizzy spell which resulted in you squeezing your eyes shut in hopes it would pass quickly.

“Y/N, you okay?” You opened your eyes to see Youngjae in front of you, hands out as if he was ready to catch you at any moment. You smiled at him and nodded.

“I’m fine! I just need to take my pills. I haven’t eaten much the past few days either.” Youngjae nodded in understanding before calling out to you as he walked the other way.

“I’ll save you the biggest portion of noodles,” He winked which caused you to chuckle.

You walked over to your bag, digging through it for your pills. You had been diagnosed with anemia when you were a little girl and had been on different pills and vitamins since to balance it out. However, watching your diet and not skipping meals played a big part in that too. You felt a little guilty for sugarcoating it to Youngjae.

Due to you being so focused on making this their best comeback yet, you had neglected to eat regularly and properly, let alone sleep normally. You had been up for hours the past month perfecting their choreography because you wanted to make sure they had something great to show the fans.

You groaned out in annoyance as you realized you forgot your pills back at Mark’s. You stood up, hoping that just eating something would help, however the minute you stood up, you paled and collapsed on the ground with a thud.

“Y/N!” Mark yelled as he ran over to you. You were extremely pale and your pulse was low, “Call an ambulance!” He yelled in panic.

⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

The boys were crowded in your small room, waiting for you to wake up. The doctor had taken some blood and confirmed your iron levels were dangerously low which also made your oxygen levels really low. Mark sat at your bedside, staring at the oxygen mask on your face and listening intently for the beeping of the heart monitor.

He knew you were anemic and he had always been diligent on making sure you were eating and taking all your supplements properly, but he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that this was somehow his fault. You had both been so busy lately that he had slacked off on making sure you were okay.

“She’ll be alright,” Jaebeom said as he placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder, “She’s a tough one and will be up and dancing in no time,” He reassured which prompted Mark to only nod and sigh as he interlocked your hands and kissed your knuckles.

You stirred, fluttering your eyes open and groaning at the pounding in your head.

“Y/N!” Mark shouted, moving closer to you. You winced as you saw the needle in your hand.

“Mark, w-what happened?” You stuttered, your head was hurting and you were confused as to why you were in the hospital with a needle in your hand.

“You passed out,” Jinyoung explained calmly, on the other side of your bed as he offered you a kind smile.

“You, missy, haven’t been taking care of yourself properly,” Yugyeom teased, pinching your shin as you could only roll your eyes at him. You were always hounding them to take care of themselves and eat and sleep properly and now, here you were, in a hospital bed because you didn’t take your own advice.

“I think this is the perfect time for us to nag you about it now,” BamBam teased with a wink and you groaned.

“The maknae’s giving me life advice? The world is really ending,” They feigned offense and Mark chuckled. The color was back to your skin and you didn’t look dead anymore.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He murmured and you smiled, running your hand without the IV in it through his hair.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” You all sat there, talking about nonsense, “When can I go home though?” You asked, you just really hated laying in bed and you’d much rather do that at home with Mark.

Mark shook his head, “Not until the doctor clears you. So, I’ll be back tomorrow to keep you company,” Your eyes widened as he kissed your forehead and stood up.

“You can’t be serious! I’m fine now! I don’t even feel dizzy anymore!” Mark only clicked his tongue, shaking his head as Jaebeom gathered everyone else to leave.

“Get some rest, noona! Make sure you eat properly! Three meals a day or we’re firing you!” Yugyeom teased as he skipped out of the room. You glared at him and then at your supposed boyfriend.

“You can’t be serious?” He only smiled at you, kissing your forehead one more time.

“Eight hours of sleep and three meals tomorrow and maybe I’ll consider letting you go home,” He chuckled before walking out of the room.

“I thought you loved me!”

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winter-dayz · 2 years

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F*ck. I’m so in Love with You | 42 - The GOT7 Dorm

Y/N makes treat bags for all her favorite boys. GOT7 loves to tease their close friend.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Idol!Reader Idol AU; Slice of Life; Textfic Genre: Angst; Fluff Warnings: strong language, suggestive content

“Alright boys, I should head out!” Y/N laughed from her spot on the couch between Taehyun and Yeonjun. The older grumbled as she pulled her arm out of his grasp where they’d been cuddling. “I promised Jae this morning that I would go hang out at his dorm too.”

The other boys stood, giving her goodbye hugs. Beomgyu pouted, “Will we see you soon, Noona?”

“Of course!” She beamed, “I have to bring your Valentine’s gift tomorrow!”

Beomgyu’s eyes widened, while Kai snickered—knowing his sister had gotten all of her friends something. Beomgyu whispered, “A Valentine’s Day gift?”

“Yeah, I made all of my boys little treat bags. I’ll be by early~ in the morning to drop it off since I’ve also got to take some to the BTS, GOT7, and SKZ dorms before my girls and I go on v-live.”

“Oh…” Beomgyu frowned. Y/N didn’t notice though—she never did—while she ruffled Soobin’s hair affectionately and made her way to the door.

“That’s very sweet of you, Y/N-noona,” Taehyun smiled to cover his hyung’s disappointment.

“Of course, Hyunie,” She smiled once more heading out, “Okay! I’ll see you all tomorrow then!”

“Finally!” Youngjae shouted as he threw open the door to let Y/N in. “You took so long!”

“I’m sorry,” she hugged him before following into the common room, “I took the babies some lunch and ended up hanging out longer than I thought.”

Y/N waved as a chorus of hellos came from the room, taking a seat on a pillow placed in front of the chairs where Yugyeom and Mark were sitting. Youngjae pouted but sat down on the floor next to BamBam and across from her, leaning against the couch where Jinyoung, JB, and Jackson had taken.

“So what’s the plan for the day?” She questioned, leaning her head back to look up at Mark, who had started to card his fingers through her hair. They smiled brightly at each other, until Yugyeom reached over and flicked her forehead.

“We’re waiting on food delivery, but then we were just gonna play some video games.” Jinyoung said, not looking up from his phone.

Y/N nodded, and they all sat around doing their own thing. She felt at ease here. GOT7’s dorm had always felt like another home; right after her own dorm and the babies’ place. She didn’t feel the need to keep up a conversation or constantly engage with people for the sake of avoiding silence; she was able to just relax and enjoy her friends’ presence—and currently enjoy Mark’s absent-minded twirling of her hair.

Occasionally, BamBam would lean across the coffee table to show her a TikTok, or Jackson would excitedly show her something on his phone, but mostly the group was chill.

After a bit, JB excused himself to go accept the delivery and returned with several bags of takeout. Youngjae sorted through the food, fixing Y/N a small plate despite her refusal since she’d had lunch with her younger brother.

“I’ll eat hers if Noona doesn’t want it,” Yugyeom laughed.

Jinyoung shot the maknae a glare, standing from his spot to head to the kitchen, “If Y/Nie doesn’t want it right now, I’ll wrap it up for her so she has dinner later.”

Y/N gave her biggest puppy eyes and added loudly, “This is why Jinyoung-oppa is my favorite!” She suppressed her giggles as Jinyoung returned with a sly smirk.

Jackson gaped, “I thought I was your favorite!?” She let out her laugh, and he continued with a whine, “Did all of our time together mean nothing to you?”

“Be careful what you say,” JB teased, “Y/N’s guard dog might come after you again for flirting.”

“Aish… That was so embarrassing!” Jackson whined again, causing several of the others to laugh.

“Wait, what happened exactly?” BamBam questioned, tilting his head to playfully eye the girl across from him.

She giggled, “Wendy-unnie yelled at Jackson in one of our group chats because he was getting too flirty.”

BamBam smiled, “Does she yell at everyone who flirts with you? Or was it just reserved to hyung?”

“Just Jackson! She says he’s dramatic and easy to freak out.” Everyone snickered, except for Jackson, who sat grumbling on the couch.

“I guess I’ll have to test it and see if I can get her to yell at me too,” BamBam winked. Y/N’s laugh subsided as she felt her face heat up with a blush. “Maybe I’ll bring you a big gift tomorrow and shout about my love in front of your dorm!”

Youngjae rolled his eyes, shoving the younger. “Yah. You’re gonna get all of us in trouble with the media if you do that nonsense…” Everyone settled then, eating a bit more, before Youngjae eyed his best friend. “Out of curiosity… What are you planning for tomorrow? Anyone… special… you’re giving chocolates to?”

Y/N shrugged, “Not really. I made all of my friends treat bags since you all mean the world to me. I’m dropping them off tomorrow morning, by the way; I know you guys might not be here since you have a schedule tomorrow so I’ll just let myself in and leave them here… if that’s okay?”

JB nodded, “Of course, Y/Nie. Do you still know the passcode?”

“I’d never forget it!”

“Perfect,” the leader smiled at her.

BamBam stood to stretch and collect the plates, “Well, you can leave mine on my bed baaabe.” He teased once again.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the 97-liner’s playfulness, nearly choking on her water when Yugyeom tried to trip him.

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dalamjisung · 3 years

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play date ❁ choi youngjae

word count: 2197

genre: slice of life, fluff, dog dad!youngjae

member: youngjae x reader

description: there’s nothing to worry about, really– even though not much changed with the immediate transition to Sublime, Youngjae still made a point of making time for you and you guys’ daughter, Coco. And obviously, her uncles. He always makes time for the whole family.

“Y/N!”

Popping your head out of the shower, you frown, unsure if you actually heard your boyfriend or if you simply had a brain fart moment. Just as your shampoo starts to drip from your hair into your eyes, you hear it again.

“Y/N! Babe!”

“In the shower!” You call back, doing your best to stop the shampoo dripping down your face from getting into your eyes. You are too slow, though, and the sting has you yelping as you move to get yourself under the warm water, but once your feet falters and slips, there is nothing you can do.

Youngjae finds you in the bathroom naked and wet, hand caressing your behind as you wince in pain from the fall. You open the one eye that doesn’t hurt to see him hiding his laughter behind his hand, snorting slightly as he composes himself.

“Are you okay, love?”

“Sure,” You say, irony dripping from your voice. Grabbing your towel, Youngjae holds it open, embracing you with it once you are back on your feet. “Just peachy.”

His hands pat you down, drying your skin with all the care in the world. It’s been a while, since you two been able to be intimate– and you don’t mean sex, no; you mean emotional intimacy, the kind that shines brightest when it’s just you two, laying in bed, talking about your day while your hands draw shapes on each other; the kind that is so strong it can be suffocating for anyone else to witness as you two whisper to each other in the middle of movies, giggling and just feeling. With the GOT7 contract ending and the immediate transition into Sublime, Youngjae has barely had time to come home and shower, much less to sit with you and relax. So this– this moment of vulnerability and connection– even though it cost you an eye and a possibly broken hip… this is all you want.

“Are you okay?” You feel his lips moving on top of your hair and his fluttering kisses, on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, you mouth. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You sigh, smiling. “I’m all better now.”

“Really?” He asks, and something about the low voices and murmuring conversation creates a sensation of home, in his arms, in your bathroom.

“Yeah…” You lay your head on his chest. “Just being here with you is–“

“Great!” And just like that, the mood is gone. “Get ready!”

A bit thrown off, you blink, trying to place yourself again. Chuckling, you follow him to your room, catching the clothes he throws at you.

“And where are we going, my love?” You ask softly, slowly getting dressed as you watch your boyfriend excitedly look at the door, almost as if he is expecting something.

And you hear the small pitter patter of her paws on the wooden floor before you see Coco coming in, looking her for loyal companion. Laughter bubbles up as you see her small frame covered by an even smaller red tutu dress.

“Why is Coco so dressed up?” You laugh, pulling a sweatshirt over your head. “She looks better than I do…”

“You both are beautiful in your own way,” Youngjae rolls his eyes, kissing your cheek as you pat your hair dry with the towel. “Are you almost ready?”

“I mean, sure,” You shrug, brushing your hair. “I still don’t know where we’re going, but I hope looking like a wet mess is not a problem.”

“Correction, you look like a hot mess,” He kisses you quickly, bending down to grab Coco and let her give you a few licks on the face. “And no, it is never a problem to look like a hot mess. Now, let’s go or else we’ll be late.”

“Late?” You mutter to yourself. “We have an appointment somewhere?”

“Not us,” Youngjae wiggles his brows, giving you the dog as he runs around grabbing jackets and phones. “Coco.”

“Coco?” You snuggle her closer to you, petting her head slowly. “Are we taking her to the vet? I remember her last visit, it wasn’t that long ago and–“

“She has a date,” He explains, opening the door to you. “On that one park next to the coffee shop you like.”

“And where did you find this date?” You chuckle. Youngjae’s devotion to Coco has always amused you; it is adorable how much he cares for the pet, and you are not embarrassed to admit that it is one of the many reasons you fell in love with him– his devotion to the those and what he loves.

“Secret,” He holds your hand, giving you a squeeze, before pulling you down the street.

“You hear that, Coco?” You tell the overly excited dog, much like your boyfriend. “Daddy is pimping you away.”

“Yah!” Youngjae’s eyes go wide, and incredulous laughter escaping his mouth. “Y/N, don’t say that!”

“But it’s okay, baby,” You continue, putting her down on the ground, leash secured. “Mommy would never let bad doggies get to you. It has to be a special doggie, one that will treat you well.”

“Babe,” Yugyeom whines, stomping his feet and you giggle at his adorable pout. You two are almost there, Coco guiding the way she knows oh too well by now. Whenever he had time away from work, Youngjae would make sure to walk Coco to the park every morning, stoping to get you coffee from your favorite shop. Then, once he’s back home, he’d wake you up with kisses and breakfast, and together, your small little family of three, would enjoy the morning as it passes by.

It still amazes you that you and Youngjae are able to discuss mundane things; the way his eyes sparkle when you tell him a new office gossip, or the way he tells you some previously forgotten secret that Jinyoung told him and promised not to tell anyone.

“Everyone knows,” He says, pulling you through the park’s gate and to the fountain. “That if I know, you know. It’s just how it works.”

“Definitely,” Your eyes glint in adoration as you watching him look around, standing on his tippy-toes as if the extra inch would make a difference. “Who are we–“

“Hyung!”

Yugyeom waves wildly from the other side of the fountain, and when you approach him, you finally notice the small dog with a tuxedo by his feet.

“What the hell are you two doing?” You sigh, snorting as Dalkyum waddles, still unfamiliar and uncomfortable with the outfit.

“What?” Yugyeom laughs as Coco moves to playfully bite his dog, both barking and running around once you let them free from their leashes.

The three of you sit on the grass, and you can’t help but observe Yugyeom as he moves around, shoulders relaxed and a small smile practically glued to his face.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” The youngest jokes, giggling as Youngjae wraps an arm around you to pull you to him.

“Don’t get smart with me, kiddo,” You flick his forehead. “You just seem different.”

“Different how?”

“Like you are finally your age.”

There is agreement in his silence, and you see the way his smile widens; he is happy. He is young and he finally can be young. After a while, he starts talking about a new dance routine he’s rehearsing.

“It’s really cool, noona, you’ll love it, seri–“

“Oh my god, Dalkyum no!”

Youngjae practically pushes you to the side when he notices Yugyeom’s dog mounting his precious Coco, running to pull her away. You can briefly hear him lecturing them both before coming back.

“You said this was a date!” You gasp, grabbing Coco away from him. “Let them date!”

“Date? Da– Y/N, they were having sex!” Youngjae cries out. “This is just their first date!”

“So?!” You laugh, letting Coco go back to Dalkyum. “We had sex on our first date and I don’t remember you complaining about it.”

“She’s got you, hyung,” Yugyeom whispers, holding his laughter in.

“That is our daughter!” Your boyfriend ignores the maknae and continues frowning. “I can’t–“

“Be free, Coco! Run to the love of your life and be happy,” Yugyeom screams, making both of you jump. You look back to see both your dogs running away and you can’t help but laugh at the indignant cry Yugyeom lets out.

“My baby!” His hands is stretched out, dramatically reaching out for his dog. “Y/N, how could you betray me like that?”

“I’m on Coco’s team,” You pat his hair as he lays his head on your shoulder. “Us women have to stick together.”

“Is that your way of telling us all to go fuck off?”

You look at Bambam, whom you’ve bee expecting for a while, since him and the other youngster could never last long when they’re apart. He is wearing Jackson’s new collection and, behind him, you can see the one and only sneaking some pictures of his friend. Jinyoung is not that far behind, pulling Mark and Jaebeom pas the ice cream cart; you chuckle as you hear the two grumbling in the background.

“Why is everyone here?” You ask Youngjae, eyeing his suspiciously.

“We heard Coco and Dalkyum were getting married,” Jackson snorts, showing you the pictures sent to the groups chat. “We’ve been intimated to come and congratulate the new couple.”

“Married?” Yugyeom echoes, shock in his voice. “Yah, hyung, this is just their first date… marriage is a bit much, don’t you think?”

“Your dog was humping my baby not even ten minutes ago,” Youngjae seethes. “He better take responsibility now. Who knows if she’s pregnant?”

“Babe, that’s not how it works at–“

“What do you mean?!” Yugyeom shouts back, sitting up from where he was laying. “Coco gave him consent! It takes two to tango!”

“Guys, really, that’s not–“

“Yah, Kim Yugyeom!” Youngjae points at his dongsaeng.

You barely hear the end of that conversation, following Jinyoung as he pulls you aside.

“Ignore them,” He sighed, and even though he might try to look uninterested and bored, you always recognize the amused smile Jinyoung constantly displays. “They can go one forever.”

“Poor Coco,” You say, poking him with your elbow. “She just wants true love.”

“And she chooses Dalkyum?” Jinyoug snorts, rolling his eyes. “That dog is worse then his owner.”

“Excuse me?!”

You two look at Youngjae and Yugyeom, both staring at you with wide eyes.

“Dalkyum is not a bad boy!” Yugyeom insists, coming over to you.

“He’s is a dog!” Jackson tries to interfere.

“No he’s not, he is a gentleman!” Bambam says, hopefully helping his best friend.

“Coco deserves better,” Mark says, coming to stand next to Youngjae.

“She is a princess and she is to be treated like such!” Your boyfriend agreed. “Right babe?!”

“W-what?”

“Our daughter!” Youngjae practically slaps his face. “This is about her future, will you pay attention?”

“Yeah, Y/N,” Jinyoung scolds you, moving to stand with the boys. “This is important.”

“Will it be like this when we have kids?” Youngjae muses and that is enough to shut everyone up, eyes wide and mouths hanging open, pretty much like you are right now. “I mean, I don’t mind going to the PTA meetings, but I don’t think I can handle being the serious one in the family, love. Seriously, I’d be terrib–“

“Oh my god, don’t ruin this.”

Grabbing his face, you pull him down for a kiss, shutting him up with pure passion. You can hear the boys screaming and whistling in the back, but right now all you can think is about the fact that Youngjae has got you covered. For a long, long time you’ve known that he is it; there is no going up from Choi Youngjae– he is your happy ending. And you believe he just told you, you are his, too.

“When we have kids,” You tell him, a bit breathless. “We can worry about this; for now, we can both be overprotective parents and take Coco home. I think Dalkyum might be a bad influence on her.”

“What? Why?” Yugyeom whines, frowning.

“Because I haven’t seen any of them for about fifteen minutes and I’m starting to worry.”

That sets them all in panic. Jackson is the first one to run, screaming for the dogs, while the rest follow suit. You walk hand in hand with Youngjae, and he is not as worried as you thought he’d be– mainly because he knows Coco would never stray to far away from either of you– but also because he can see her next to some children a bit far ahead. None of you say a word, though, watching the guys running around each other, and you wonder when did a search party for your dog turned into a game of tag.

“What are you smiling about?” Youngjae asks, leaning down to pick Coco up. In turn, you pick up Dalkyum, afraid that he’d wonder again.

“Just happy,” You kiss him on the cheek. “Happy you’re happy.”

“The whole family is here,” He laughs, and you smile; there is just something about Youngjae’s laughter that feels contagious. “What’s not to be happy about?”

“You’re right,” You hug Dalkyum closer, chuckling when Yugyeom calls you over. “They’re all here.”

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Am I the only one that thinks Youngjae is absolutely a chaotic good vibe?? He is so adorable, and his laugh is so contagious I could just burst every time I hear it 😚 What do you think of this one? Let me know! If you liked this story, please please please share, comment, like, or anything you feel comfortable doing ❤️ thank you for your endless support, lovelies💕

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tuancore · 3 years

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Purple Hearts || {Part 4} :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader.

Genre- Angst | Non-Idol AU, Disorder AU.

Summary- I will continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing, but I won't let my love come in between your happiness.

*GIF not mine, credits to the owner*

The next morning you prepared yourself for whatever Mrs. Park has called you over for. Your mind raced with plenty of questions and the main question was— Why did she want to meet you in the absence of Jinyoung? But you were curious about the reason behind it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of your phone, picking it up almost immediately you began cheerfully, "Hey! JB!".

"Hi Y/N!" He chuckled commenting, "Forever a cutie, I see". Pouting at his constant laughs you shouted, "Why are you chuckling every now and then?".

"Because it's kind of rare to see you up so early in the morning let alone in such a pleasant mood. Are you sure you're not consuming drugs?", He asked pretending to be serious. Creasing your forehead in annoyance you retorted, "Stop it Jaebeom! And just tell me why are you chewing my brain so early?".

"I've called you to ask you out on a brunch~", He mused. "I don't think so because I've to go to Jinyoung's house today", You reasoned massaging your temples.

"Jinyoung's house? Did you guys—".

"Don't put pressure on your small brain.....I'm going because his mother wants to meet me", You informed between heavy sighs.

He hummed in response trying to come up with some other word, "She called you over.....What can be the reason?".

"I absolutely have no idea", You purposely put emphasis on no. "And to be very honest Jaebeom I'm so worried.....and scared".

"What's there to be scared about Y/N? She's just his mother plus you both are basically mother- daughter", He stated in a pretty chill manner, "You're not going there to become a Victoria Secret's model and what's there to be so worried when Jinyoung will be there?".

"The thing is she wants to meet me in Jinyoung's absence", You bursted his bubble. Almost choking on his smoothie, he yelled "In the absence of Jinyoung! Wait....What! That has never happened?!".

"I know and that's why I'm worried and scared!" You shrieked biting on your nails slightly. "Okay listen take a deep breath and just go for it!" He cheered.

"You're scaring me even more!".

"What can I even do? The way you're talking, your tension is seeping through my phone", He shouted back biting the rim of his glass, "Go and see for yourself, but let me know about it later".

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The talk with Jaebeom didn't go really well, by the time you hung up on him. Your heart was literally pounding terror which has now started to course through your veins. Yugyeom wasn't home luckily, he left a sticky note on the refrigerator saying he's going to hangout with BamBam and asked you to not to wait up for him.

Giving yourself a final look in the mirror, you let out a loud exhale "You can do this". It's not like you were scared of Mrs. Park instead you were scared of the reason she wanted to meet you and for some reason your insides were churning. A multiple questions swam in your head all over again. Is it about Jinyoung's sudden marriage announcement?

"Yugyeom..." BamBam called placing his right hand on his friend's shoulder, "I don't think it's a good idea to pressurize Noona anymore....She's already so hurt by hyung—".

"She is an idiot! A fucking idiot!", Yugyeom exasperated breath glaring at BamBam, "I know I'm talking about my elder sister.....I don't disrespect her, I never did. But she is practically killing herself bit by bit, Do you think she can handle it for longer?".

Shaking his head briefly BamBam expressed, "No she can't, but whatever the case maybe, you don't have to force her....let her collect herself.... everything is still fresh".

"Collect herself? She took three weeks just to cry and overwork herself....there was absolutely nothing regarding moving on. And Bam do you think you can move on from a person whom you've loved all your life huh? At some point I could think that she'll recover but.....she can't, because Jinyoung hyung is her bestfriend! He'll forever be lurking before her eyes....with Somi!", Yugyeom snapped, his face turning red from frustration, "The night of hyung's wedding announcement when I confronted Noona, I asked her why did she do this to herself....you know what she said?".

BamBam kept quiet giving Yugyeom the cue to continue.

"She said that she did it for Jinyoung hyung's happiness, and that his happiness is all that matters to her....", Yugyeom's voice lowered a tear brimming at the corner of his eye, "I feel suffocated living in that house now, there's nothing same about her.... she stays at work the entire time, returns home late....cries by herself".

Processing each of yugyeom's words and his pain, BamBam lowered his head realising how difficult it has been not only for but Yugyeom as well. He has never seen Yugyeom this sad and hurt before and same goes for you, but the thing is you were always good at masking your feelings and that's exactly why you're paying for it.

"Tell me BamBam, After all of this how can I let Noona suffer anymore and let Jinyoung hyung live a forever happy life with his beloved without him knowing Noona's feelings?".

BamBam understood where Yugyeom stood, "You're right... Jinyoung hyung must know about Noona".

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Staring outside the window at the sprinting trees, Jinyoung asked to the man sitting beside him driving the car, "Where are we going?".

"To Busan", He blurted giving Jinyoung a tight lipped smile. "But why? I don't remember having a meeting there Jackson", He tried to reason.

"We don't have any meetings there, but there's an important work for you there", Jackson smiled for a moment before looking ahead.

"Hmm....Okay", Deciding not to ask further Jinyoung zipped his mouth fishing out his phone, staring at his phone's wallpaper which was a selfie of you and him having ice creams. He smiled focusing on your cheerful face, and he missed your smile, your laughs. He missed you.

Sighing he asked Jackson, "Jackson, Do you know what Y/N has been up to?".

Creasing his forehead for a second Jackson asked back teasingly, "No....Why? Are you missing her that much?".

"I am missing her a lot", Jinyoung admitted looking at your photos in his phone. "Yugyeom said that she's busy, but I feel like she's trying to avoid everyone around including me and I don't know why, I'm probably overthinking right now but something tells me it's not only work".

"Yeah...you're overthinking! Y/N is busy with her official work that's why she's unable to hangout. Maybe after relaxing herself a little she'll be back", Jackson cheered in a fake tone, he always found it amusing how you and Jinyoung had some sort of telepathic connection, and that's exactly why Jinyoung could feel something off about it.

Hope you could also feel her heart, Jackson thought to himself.

"Hey Jinyoung, How's Somi? Everything good?", He asked purposely just to divert him from talking about you. Smiling softly Jinyoung replied, "Everything's good, she's good".

"I don't see Somi around nowadays?" Jackson asked sending a side glance at the man sitting beside him. "Yeah, actually Somi is not in Seoul, she went back to Vancouver......some family issues".

"Oh...", Jackson consoled, "I hope everything resolves soon".

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Entering your house silently, you locked the door behind with tears streaming down your cheeks. Walking a few steps your legs almost gave up, stumbling down the floor you hugged your knees to your chest crying harder.

"You have to break Jinyoung and Somi apart", Mrs.Park stated sternly. Unable to believe her words you chuckled, "Aunt...it's not funny".

"I'm not joking, you have to seperate them", Yanking your hands from her grasp you stared at her in disappointment. "Whatever you're asking me to do.... will break Jinyoung! He will hate me!", You yelled.

"Then would you rather let Jinyoung hate himself?", She asked her eyes glossy since the beginning but not a single drop of tear left her eyes.

"W—What do yo—you mean?", You stammered, your instincts sending alarms. "I can't tell you that for now, but if you don't want Jinyoung to hate himself, then you'll have to do that".

Resting the back of your head against the wall, you coughed a little from the continuous crying. You have seen Jinyoung loving Somi for an year now, you don't know how you overcame all that. Surely you wanted Jinyoung to love you the way you've always loved him but not by seperating him from Somi or sabotaging their relationship and that's the reason why you supported him in every step.

"If you love Jinyoung, then you'll do this. I'm not saying this because I hate Somi or something instead I care for her she's a great girl, but I also know about my son, he is not capable of loving her...and I don't want him to hurt her in the end".

Thinking of everything now, you can spend your entire life being his bestfriend rather someone whom he's going to hate for his entire life. You tried to protest but there was something lingering in Mrs. Park's eyes and voice that you came home agreeing to break Jinyoung and Somi apart knowing —

Jinyoung will never forgive you.

Part 3 | Masterlist |

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secndlife · 4 years

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pairing: mingyu x female reader

genre: break up!au, angst, hits of fluff

summary: you liked the fireworks. they were mesmerizing, breathtaking even. they didn’t last long, though. it was something destined to end as quickly and as beautifully as it started, much like your relationship with mingyu, it seemed.

word count: 14k

warnings: none, just heart breaking angst

song

a/n: shamelessly inspired by lie again. thank you, jihoon.

It was Friday. Before, typical Fridays would include you and Mingyu having dinner together and then watching a movie or going out to meet your friends. Now, Fridays include you being in the office longer than you should. At first, he used to text you, telling you to come home, that he missed you and that you should stop working that much. Eventually, he stopped bothering. And so did you. You heard a knock on your door and you looked up from your computer.

“Just think about it, will you?” Jinyoung said, in a low voice. He was your boss and one of your oldest friends. His publishing agency was getting bigger and bigger and he wanted someone to start the new office in New York. That, theoretically, would be you. “I know you have a lot going on here, but I think it’d be a great step in your career and, to be honest, I don’t trust anyone else for this job.” He chuckled, large shoulders resting against your door frame.

You smiled lightly, “I will. Think about it, I mean.” You felt happy that he trusted you with such a task, proud of the hard work you had put into your position was being paid off with an amazing opportunity.

He nodded, “Talk it out with Mingyu and your family during the next couple of days. We’ll revisit the topic on Monday.”

Mingyu. Yeah, you had to consider that too. You let out a sigh. “See you Monday.”

Jinyoung was already walking down the hallway when you heard him yelling, “Go home, Y/N. Enough for today.”

You inhaled deeply. Going to New York would indeed be a big step for you. You loved your work and you couldn’t see yourself doing anything else. You wanted to do good and this was the perfect shot for it. Jinyoung said this would be for 6 months, initially. He wanted you to at least start the office, get it all up and running. If you wanted to stay, he’d back you up and leave the office up to you. If not, you could go back to Seoul and he’d get you a small staff and give you more freedom in the pieces you’d like to work with. That was the deal you had reached after multiple-hour meetings. It sounded like the perfect opportunity, but, somehow, it didn’t quite feel like it. There was a catch - because of course, you couldn’t have it all. You’d obviously have to leave home for this. And home meant Mingyu. You closed your computer and gathered your belongings. Usually, you’d take the laptop with you to check some things during the weekend, but you didn’t feel like doing this today. You had a feeling the next couple of days would be too busy for that.

You were tired and had a lot on your mind, so you decided to take a walk over the Han river before driving home. Maybe some fresh air would help clear your thoughts. Part of you knew you were just running away from the confrontation that would eventually happen. It was cold now, the January winter hitting harder than the years before. Still, you didn’t mind it. Once you rested your body against the cold, metal edge of the walking trail, you started thinking about your relationship with Mingyu. You inhaled, your mind going back to when you met him at a party over a year ago.

“How are you enjoying the party, noona?” Yugyeom said, drink in hand a grin across his lips. It was cute how much of a low tolerance he had for alcohol. His cheeks were flushed and his words were starting to jumble all together.

You smiled at your friend, “Very much. Thank you for inviting me.” You were sitting by his couch while Sana was nowhere to be found. The music was loud, but not uncomfortable.

The doorbell rang for the nth time that night, causing the younger boy to get up as quickly as he sat by your side. You would have looked for Sana, but you knew she’d never ring the doorbell, almost too comfortable at Yugyeom’s house at this point. “That’s my queue. I’ll get back to talk to you later, ok? Make yourself at home.” He shot you a wink before leaving you once again.

You inhaled and started scanning the room across from you. Apart from a few people here and there, you didn’t spot many familiar faces around. At some point, your eyes landed on a beautiful, sun-kissed skin boy. His eyes were as warm as his features. As if he could feel he was being watched, he stared back and you noticed his lips slowly forming a shy smile. You let out a giggle, mirroring his gesture in embarrassment and deciding to focus on the drink you had in your hand. Where the fuck was Sana, anyway? She always left you alone at parties. You looked behind you, trying to finally get a grip on your friend when you heard someone clearing their throat in front of you. Him. Of course.

“Hi.” His voice was low, barely audible through the bass boosted music playing. He chewed the insides of his cheek, lips forming a pout, and that was probably one of the most endearing things you’ve ever seen.

You licked your lips in a smile, “Hi.” He was taller than you, your head hanging back slightly to catch his eyes.

He pointed at the empty spot next to you, a small drunken grin starting to form by his lips. “Is this seat taken?”

“Nope, all yours,” you said, shaking your head. You wouldn’t mind having his body closer. And that wasn’t the tequila talking - you were far from even remotely tipsy.

Before sitting, he laid his hand in front of you, “I’m Mingyu.”

You laughed at his almost old-fashioned manners, taking his hand in yours, “I’m Y/N.” His palm was softer than you thought.

“Nice name,” you heard him say before he plopped on the couch, one leg on top of the soft fabric, body facing you in comfort. He didn’t seem too drunk either, but tipsy enough to make him appear more courageous than you thought he’d naturally be.

“Thanks.” He nodded. “So you’re the famous Mingyu, huh?”

He giggled and, for some reason, your heart skipped a beat, “I’m famous now?” He arched his eyebrows, talking from behind the rim of his red solo cup.

“Yugyeom talks a lot about his good looking friend with cooking skills,” you pointed out. Okay, maybe the drink had set in and you didn’t need Sana to push you to do something new.

Mingyu let out a warm laugh, “You think I’m good looking?” The teasing in his tone was quite evident now.

You stared at him, pursing your lips, “Yugyeom does.” You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

He raised his eyebrow, “What about you?” He was close enough for you to sense his perfume. His voice was low as he stretched his arm against the back of the couch, his touch barely grazing against your hand resting there.

“Maybe.” You couldn’t tell if you had enough guts for your voice to be audible, but his smile confirmed to you he had indeed heard it.

The relationship started off great, almost perfect, even. Mingyu was crazy about you and you were crazy about him too. You felt butterflies in your stomach every time you saw him. He felt like home.

You woke up with the sun hitting the window and you hummed in content. After being with Mingyu for about two months now, last night was the first time he stayed over. With eyes still closed, you slowly reached out for him on the other side of the bed, only to feel the cold sheets against your fingers. You sighed, but the smell of coffee made you finally come to terms with your surroundings. Of course, where else would he be? You stretched and got up, feet moving quietly against the wooden floor. As you approached the kitchen, you started to hear his voice.

“I can’t just tell her like that, Wonwoo. Hey, Y/N, good morning, how did you sleep? Oh, and, by the way, I love you.” He sulked, “No, I need to tell her properly.”

You felt your heart beating faster. He loved you too. You realized you loved him some time ago, but you haven’t said anything. You were scared it was too soon, but it was just so easy to love someone like him. You couldn’t help it. But you also couldn’t say much, afraid you’d scare him away.

“I gotta go. I’m making her breakfast. Yeah, yeah, thank you for nothing,” he said, in an annoyed tone, dropping the phone by the counter and getting back to the stove.

You kept walking towards the kitchen and you finally saw him. He was wearing nothing but black sweats, his broad shoulders making you shiver in memories of last night. How could someone be that beautiful? Oblivious as always, Mingyu didn’t notice you until you had your arms wrapped around his middle, head resting against his back.

He let out a giggle, slightly jumping underneath your touch, “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” you said, placing a peck by his back. His skin was warm like the golden sun. “Isn’t it dangerous to cook with no shirt on?”

“Only if you don’t know what you’re doing.” You felt his muscles move against you as he laughed. Your mind automatically went back to the previous night once more and you had to take a deep breath to return back to the present day.

You hummed, “How did you sleep?” He couldn’t see it, but you had a smile plastered all over your face.

“Great, what about y—”

You interrupted him, “Oh and, by the way, I love you.”

Now, over one year later, love didn’t seem enough to keep the two of you together. There was a lot going on in both of your lives. On top of that, your personalities and needs started to crash and you wondered until when you’d be able to keep the facade.

“I have obligations at work, Mingyu. I know you’d like me to be around all the time, but I can’t. I have bet—” You suddenly stopped talking. You beat yourself for even thinking that the second it left your mouth.

Mingyu huffed. “Say it. Go on, say that you have better things to do than to spend time with your boyfriend.” He started walking out, marching his way towards your shared bedroom.

“That’s not what I mean!” You rubbed your temples and rushed after him. You were tired and Mingyu nagging you about coming home late from work once again wasn’t helping.

“But it’s what you were about to say, wasn’t it? Are you sure you don’t mean it?” He sounded hurt now, shoulders down and fingers intertwined between his legs. After a couple of seconds, he spoke again, his voice strained from the feelings in his chest, “Are you tired of me?”

You let out a sigh, sitting on the bed next to him, “I love you and I won’t ever get tired of you. I’m just busy with work and Jinyoung is putting me up to these new projects.” You placed a soft hand on his thigh, expecting that the feeling that he was still physically there would make it better. “He’s giving me more responsibilities and I don’t want to let him down.”

Mingyu was staring at the floor, unable to face you, “What about me?”

You gently unlaced his fingers, taking his hand in yours, rubbing your fingers slowly against his skin, “I don’t want to let you down either, ever. I know I’ve been working late a lot these days, but I’ll try to manage my time better, ok?”

He seemed like he understood, but when he looked up at you, his mouth just ran faster than his mind. “I just get worried. I know you haven’t been eating or sleeping properly. And I know you push yourself too hard and—”

“There’s nothing to worry about.” You tried reassuring him again.

“How come there’s nothing to worry about, Y/N?” He sighed, shaking his head. “And it’s not just about that. I miss you. We live together and I barely see you. I-I just feel unimportant in your life now.”

You felt your heart physically ache. Mingyu needed attention and you knew that. He was an affectionate person and it was hurting you that he felt neglected by you. Not when you were trying so hard to make him feel your love. You let go of his fingers and took his face in your hands, “You’re the most important person in the world to me, Gyu. And I’m really sorry you feel this way. I just need you to have a bit more patience now. That’s all.”

He licked his lips, “I love you too. So much. But I’m not sure for how much longer I can be patient.” He slowly removed your hands from his face and got up, a sad smile across his lips. “I’m gonna take a shower.” He needed some space and you understood that.

You nodded, feeling small and egoistic. Were you asking too much of him? Were you going to lose him over your work? He loved you, you were sure of that. But was that even enough now? To say you were conflicted was an understatement. You understood Mingyu, but you also had big things coming at work. It seemed cruel that you had to choose between both. But the more you put into your relationship, the worse you performed and if your performance was at its peak, your relationship suffered.

You got up from the bed and knocked on the bathroom door, incapable of having you both go to sleep with those last words, “Gyu?” He hummed in acknowledgment. “Can I come in?” He didn’t respond, but you heard the door unlocking, so you took that as a yes. He was resting against the sink, eyes still sad and facing you. He didn’t say a word, so you started speaking, “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel like this and I’ll do my best, ok? Just…” You shook your head, “Just please, don’t make me choose between you and work. It’s not fair and I—”

“How come it’s not fair, Y/N? Do you love your work more than you love me?” Mingyu’s voice was louder now, his temper getting the best of him. He knew he sounded childish, but it was as if you were slipping right through his fingers and he couldn’t stand there and do nothing. “If you do, just end this now before it gets any harder.”

“Stop comparing you and work!” You raised your voice too, tired of having to choose between things that weren’t even comparable, to begin with. “I love both in totally different ways and I’m trying to tell you I’m gonna manage my time better. Yet, you’re pushing me to make a choice I don’t even have to make.”

Mingyu took off his shirt and threw it in the laundry basket harshly. “You don’t have to make it now, but what if you have to do it eventually? Which one are you going to choose?”

For some reason, you felt like you’d have this same discussion all over again once you mentioned the promotion. Even though Mingyu was a very supportive person, there was only so much someone could control their feelings. No one is that mature. No one likes to not see the person they love. No one likes slowly lose them and feel like they’ve done nothing to stop it. Mingyu was no different. You felt like your relationship was crumbling right before your eyes and you didn’t quite know how to save it. In all honesty, you didn’t even know if you could save it at this point. You stayed by the river for some more time, not really mentally or emotionally prepared to go home just yet.

Eventually, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, bringing your mind back to the bitter reality.

[09:43pm] Gyu: are you coming home anytime soon?

[09:43pm] Gyu: maybe we can have dinner together? i’ll make some pasta

[10:30pm] Gyu: i’m going to bed, i’m tired

[10:31pm] Gyu: the food’s in the fridge if you’re hungry

Once again, you felt your heart sink. You bit the insides of your cheek and started to walk towards the car. You’d tell Mingyu after you cleared your head a bit more. You pulled your phone out before starting the car and texted him.

[10:40pm] you: be home soon. sorry, i was by the river getting some fresh air after work

[10:40pm] you: we can have dinner together tomorrow

Much to your surprise, his response came in shortly after.

[10:41pm] Gyu: it’s ok. drive safe

[10:41pm] Gyu: i’ll probably be sleeping when you’re here so good night

The pain in your heart got stronger then. God, why did it feel like you did nothing but upset and hurt Mingyu lately? You were exhausted from feeling like the bad guy. Because maybe, just maybe, you were. How right was it to put your career above everything, including the person you’ve come to love the most? How far would that take you, anyway? Would it turn you into a lonely, bitter person like the ones you see in the movies? Or maybe you should stop villainizing yourself for prioritizing your career every once in a while. You loved your work and it was no wrong to want to do good in it. You had big plans for yourself and, apparently, so did Jinyoung, so why not follow along? Why not go big? You went out to clear your head, but from how fast it was racing now, it seems like the walk didn’t do much.

You got home not long after, taking your shoes and placing your bag by the table. The apartment was silent, so this meant that your boyfriend was sleeping already. You quietly moved across the place, finally reaching your bedroom. Mingyu slept on the left side of the bed and he was facing the door, which meant that, once you were in bed, he’d had his back turned to you. That’s how the two of you were sleeping lately, backs against each other. He seemed peaceful, unaware of the train-wreck that was about to hit him sooner or later.

You tried your best not to wake him while you got your pajamas and some underwear so you could shower, but when you closed a drawer, you heard him shift against the sheets.

“Hi,” he mumbled, voice hoarse in sleep. His hair was a mess and he still had his eyes closed, but there was a hint of a smile in his lips.

You smiled softly, walking towards him. “Hi, Gyu. Sorry, I tried not to wake you.”

Mingyu scratched his eyes, trying to be a bit more awake. “It’s okay.”

“I’ll take a quick shower and be right back,” you said, gently caressing his hair.

He hummed in content, “Hmkay.” His eyes felt heavy already, closing back again. When he stood like that, it was almost as if everything was peaceful again.

You placed a soft peck against his forehead and moved to the shower. Once the hot water was against your skin, you allowed yourself to empty your mind. The day was long and you could feel your brain burning from all the thinking. It was time for some rest now. You’d figure out what to do with your messy life tomorrow.

When you opened the bathroom door, you found Mingyu now facing your side of the bed. You smiled at the sudden change and climbed on the bed, the warm covers hugging your frame and bringing you comfort. You moved his hair from his face and your fingers were gently brushing on his cheeks. He was indeed inhumanly beautiful. And it was killing you to know that you were hurting someone as precious as him.

“You okay?” It was as if he could sense something was wrong even without the need to see the frown in between your eyebrows.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see as his eyes were still closed. “Yeah. Why?”

“I don’t know.” He let out a sigh, “You seem tense.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” You pinched his cheek lightly and his lips slightly moved upwards in a tiny smile. It was exhausting trying to keep up a facade, especially in front of the one who knew you best.

None of you were good liars, but he seemed to believe enough to let it go. Or he was too sleepy. You couldn’t tell. “‘Kay.” He then shifted once more against the sheets, back facing you as that was the usual arrangement.

Not long after, you moved close to him, arms nestled on his waist and chest against his back. He laced your fingers together and hummed. You kissed the juncture between his shoulder and his neck, voice barely audible. “I love you. You know that, right?”

He nodded. “I know.” You waited for him to say it back and, for a split second, you were afraid he wouldn’t. “Love you too.” You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Yeah, he still loved you. At least for now. “Now let’s sleep. You can lie to me again in the morning about you being okay.”

You woke up to the sound of the front door closing, maybe a bit louder than it should. You blinked lazily, trying to adjust your eyes to the light that was peeking through the curtains. Turning around, Mingyu was not in sight. And judging by the noise that woke you, he wasn’t in the apartment either.

You sit up, legs still under the covers. Stretching your body, you noticed a note by Mingyu’s pillow.

Morning.

I went out to meet Hao and Seokmin.

We can talk more about you not being ok at dinner.

I left some fresh coffee in the pot.

- M.

No “I love you”. Nothing. Just a simple, plain note. It seems like that’s what the two of you became now. Almost strangers. For the thousand time over the last hours, you felt a ting in your chest. It was as if you could barely breathe just by the thought of maybe not having Mingyu.

“You’re going, right?” Sana said while taking a bite of her fish.

You decided to meet her for lunch as you figured Mingyu wouldn’t be around for some time and you’d go crazy if you spent the whole day there, alone, overthinking. You needed a distraction until later.

You shrugged, “I don’t know yet. I haven’t even told him about it.”

She raised her brows at you, “This will be fun.”

“Is the end of my relationship funny to you?” you said, bitter, tasting some of your pasta.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” She whined. “Do you think he’ll break up with you?”

You pouted, “I don’t know anything at this point. I love him, but I don’t think we can do long distance. We’re at a really weird place right now and I think that this might be the final blow.” Just thinking of this made you sick. Mingyu’s been such a huge part of life and happiness for you over the last year and you were unsure if you could find it again without him if that’s how things came to be.

“You’re not thinking of yourself as some kind of devil for wanting to take this, are you?” Before you could respond, she started speaking again. “No. I will not allow you. Your career is important for you and you should not feel bad about it. If he had to make a choice like this one, you wouldn’t do this to him so don’t do it to yourself. I know you love him and that he loves you too, but if he can’t support you, then that’s that.”

You laughed sadly at her outburst. “It’s not that easy, Sana.” She said like it was painless to let go of a relationship both of you had put so much work, effort, and love into.

“It is, though.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Were you never selfish because of your feelings?” you argued.

“Yes, but not anymore.” She took a sip of her drink before continuing. “To be honest, I don’t think he’ll hold you back. He was always very supportive and I also understand why lately he is, I don’t know, demanding your presence. You have been distant, from him and from all of us. And I see why he’s upset that you’re working too much. But I don’t think he’ll stop you from going.”

You shook your head, “He won’t. He wouldn’t. But I’m scared of what this will mean for us.”

“Well, you’ll figure it out soon.”

It was dinner time when you got back home. You stayed with Sana for some time and then you decided to go to your parents to share the news. They were both very excited about everything, but your mom knew better. After crying with her for a while, you were finally calmer about the promotion itself. However, now that you finally had to share this with Mingyu, you could feel the nervousness building up again.

“Gyu?” You called out as you walked in.

“Kitchen!” His voice was almost normal. These moments of normalcy in between the tension felt like a break both of you needed.

You smiled when you saw him by the stove, “Hi.” The table was set and whatever it was that he was cooking, it smelled good.

He turned around, checking you out like he always did. “Hey.”

You peeked through his shoulders, “Bulgogi?”

“Yeah, I’ve decided to keep it simple tonight,” he said, resuming his chopping. His tone went back to what you both used to share now - monotone and distant.

“Okay,” you nodded, voice gentle. “Need any help?”

He shook his head. “Not really. I’ve showered already, so you can go clean up while I finish this, and then we can eat and talk.”

Yeah. Talk. That was the point of this whole dinner, wasn’t it? You could feel the sweat starting to form on your palms and you swallowed dry. You nodded again and went to do as he said. While showering, you couldn’t hold back the tears. You felt drained. You wanted to take this opportunity. You also wanted to keep Mingyu. You were selfish too. You wanted all. Him and New York. But you knew you couldn’t have both. Mingyu wouldn’t do well in a long-distance arrangement. And in all honesty, neither would you. It would be setting you up both for heartache to even attempt that. You knew you’d have to give up one or the other, you just didn’t want the pain that’d come with either way.

You let the water clean your face in a pathetic excuse to make your eyes less swollen. It obviously didn’t work, because when you got back to the kitchen, Mingyu noticed it right away. He didn’t say anything, though. He knew better. He smiled sadly at your figure. “C’mon, let’s eat.”

You nodded, taking a seat in front of one of the plates he placed. Mingyu set across from you and started eating. You could hear nothing but the sound of his chewing. You started playing with your food after a couple of bites and he questioned if it tasted bad. “You know nothing you cook tastes bad. I’m just not that hungry.”

He licked his lips, “Is it that serious?”

“Maybe?” You shrugged, “I don’t know.” You knew it was serious but you just didn’t want to engage this conversation. Your heart was already running wild.

Placing his chopsticks by his plate, he inhaled deeply. “Okay. What is it? You’re making me nervous now.”

You placed your elbows on the table and rubbed your temple in distress. You didn’t even know where to start. “I…”

When you didn’t finish, he spoke again. “You?” Mingyu was never a patient person, but you were so nervous you felt like you were about to throw up the little you just ate.

“I got a promotion,” you said, finally, your voice barely a whisper. It felt like you were screaming, though, from the silence in the kitchen.

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused, “And how is that bad?”

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, gathering whatever braveness you had left in your body. “Jinyoung, he… He kinda wants me to go to New York for this. To start the new office.”

“Oh.”

Your heart could stop at any minute from how fast it was beating. You didn’t have the courage to look up at him, staring at your half-empty plate instead. “Yeah.”

“How long?” His voice was dry and quiet as if he was trying to process what was happening. Or what would happen now.

“I don’t know. He said around six months, at first.” You tried to keep your emotions in check, swallowing hard, but it felt like you were about to faint.

“When?” He asked, but he was not sure if he wanted to hear the answer. He winced at the sound of his own voice trembling.

You looked at him for the first time, “If I go, I’d go in about a week.” You weren’t ready to see his reaction, but it came anyway.

The room got quiet now. As if it could get any quieter. Mingyu was staring as his chopsticks and you were staring at the ceiling, holding back the stupid tears that threatened to fall.

He finally spoke, “So you’re choosing work?” His voice sounded angry now. No more emotionless Mingyu, just angry Mingyu.

And there it was. You knew this would happen, but it still hurt as if you didn’t. “I don’t know, Mingyu. I want to talk this out and figure out what to do. But I won’t stand you playing me like I’m the bad guy.” You shook your head. “It’ll hurt too much and I can’t take it. And you know it isn’t that simple.”

“So it’s ok if I’m hurting, but not ok if it’s you?” He laughed sarcastically. You knew this childish behavior was just him trying to protect himself, but it still hurt.

“Why do you twist my words like that?” You were getting frustrated now and this conversation had barely started. “I never said it’s ok for you to be hurting. And don’t act like I won’t be hurting whatever happens. Because I know I can’t have both.” Your voice got smaller now, “In any way, I’ll lose something I love.” It was too late to fight the tears now.

“So you’re choosing to lose me?” Mingyu got bitter, tone rising, and face getting red. “Because from the way you’re saying, it seems like you already made up your mind and you’re simply informing me of your decision.” He knew how important this was for you. He was happy for you. He always knew you’d do great. He just couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. Or even worse, the thought of you choosing to lose him. He felt insecure, selfish even, for all the things that were going through his mind. He felt even worse for the ones that were leaving his lips. He just loved you so much. Too much. Maybe he was being childish. Wasn’t there a saying that, if you love someone, you need to let them go? Selfish, selfish, Mingyu. That wasn’t him. He was a giving, supportive person. But there he was, once again, allowing his poor little child-like heart to speak louder than his mind.

“Don’t say that!” You felt like you were stuck in a dead-end. “Not when I’m trying to talk to you about it.” You felt sick. It felt like he was punching your heart over and over again. It’s not like he was saying anything you hadn’t thought about yourself these past few days, but hearing it from his mouth made it all sting worse.

“That’s not how this fucking feels, Y/N,” he yelled. “It feels like you’re giving us up. It feels like you’re giving me up.”

You took a deep breath, cleaning up your tears. You didn’t expect it to be this bad. You’d have to be the rational person, even though you barely had the strength to do so. “Mingyu, do you think we would survive long distance? Be honest.” He didn’t respond, so you pushed him. “Do you?”

“I-I don’t know,” he shrugged. “But you know what’s funny? The fact that you considered this long-distance thing. Because it means you know you’re going.”

“It means I was considering my options, Mingyu.” Shaking your head, you said, “I don’t think we should talk further about this tonight. None of us is in their right mind and this will end up bad.”

“Will?” He bit his lip, voice filled with sarcasm, “Will. Right. As if it’s not bad enough already.”

You ignored him, “Maybe I should go to Sana’s. You need some time to think.”

“No. I’ll go to Jihoon’s.” He said, getting up harshly. He went to the bedroom and came back after a couple of minutes with a bag in hand. “You know how I know you’ve decided to go already? Because you’re saying I need time to think. Not you. Me.”

“Mingyu, I—”

“Don’t. Just know that this,” he said, pointing between you and him, “is on you.” He slammed the door, leaving you with a broken heart behind him.

“You wanna know what I think?” Jihoon asked his friend after hearing him rant for about what felt like ages.

Mingyu rolled his eyes, “Do I?” He was lying on Jihoon’s couch, rolled up in black covers, while the elder sat on one of the chairs.

“I think you saw it coming. And that you’re scared and you don’t know how to deal with her going away.”

“Could you please not go inside my head right now?” He hid behind the pillow, hoping to hide from himself as well.

Jihoon chuckled, “Face it, Mingyu. You’re trying to make her feel bad about it so she’ll dislike you or whatever. Stop it before it gets worse.”

“No.” In all honesty, he didn’t quite know what he was doing. He was feeling all sorts of feelings and he couldn’t point which one was leading his poor actions.

“Yes.”

“No.” He insisted.

“Yes.”

“No.” Selfish, selfish, Mingyu.

“Fine, then no.” Jihoon shrugged. “Deny all you want. But know I’ll be the one telling you I told you so when she goes resenting you and you come crying at me regretting being an asshole.”

Sad, sad, Mingyu. “I don’t like her anymore.”

He let out a laugh, “That’s probably one of the worst lies you’ve ever told.”

“I don’t like her.” Lie, lie, and lie again. Lie until you believe it at least. Make yourself believe you don’t like her anymore and maybe this won’t hurt that much. Maybe then it won’t feel like your heart is being ripped off your chest.

“You should let her go because you love her, Mingyu. Not because you can’t keep her.”

He felt tears pooling at his eyes. Ignoring Jihoon, he said it once again, louder this time, “I don’t like her anymore.”

The older sighed, “I’m going to bed. Think about what I said, ok? And maybe cry about it too. We both know you need it.”

Mingyu nodded, blinking the tears away. “I mean it. I don’t like her.”

“Good night, Mingyu,” Jihoon said. “It’ll all be fine.”

I don’t like her. Lie again. And again. And again. For now, lie until you fall asleep. And maybe this will all be a terrible dream, he thought. Maybe lying will be enough to get by.

Mingyu woke up early. Could he say he woke up when he barely even slept? He thought about you all night. About you going away. About you choosing work over him. He knew that’s not really what was going on, but he couldn’t stop his heart from feeling like that. And the fact that everything was happening that fast only freaked him out more. And then he cried. He cried so much his head hurt. He sobbed until he felt like punching a wall. He wondered if Jihoon heard him screaming, even though he pillow muffed most of the sound. In all honesty, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything at this point. Anything other than you.

What would he do without you? He felt powerless just by the thought of not having you around. Mingyu hated feeling like things were getting out of his control and there was nothing he could do to change that. He hated this situation. He hated that he knew he was being stubborn and impulsive. His first instinct was to hurt you, so maybe you’d break up with him, go to New York and leave it at that. Maybe, if you broke up with him, he’d be able to pretend he didn’t love you anymore. He knew he’d regret this in the long run. Jihoon was probably right. But he couldn’t back down now, could he? He’d lie and lie again. He’d lie until it wasn’t a lie anymore.

He finally decided to get up and maybe get some coffee to wake up. When he checked his phone, he saw a message from you.

[06:28am] Y/N: come home, let’s talk about this gyu

He shook his head as if you could see him. He couldn’t go home yet. Not when his heart was still feeling like it was down in his stomach. Not when he felt like he’d burst out crying again at any minute. He dropped his phone by the couch and went to the bathroom. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he honestly thought he’d look worse. His eyes and nose were swollen, the bags under his eyes very prominent. Mingyu sighed. He threw some cold water across his features and stared at himself once again, fingers then against the edge of the sink until they were white from how strong he was grasping it.

“I don’t like her.” Yeah, very convincing. He let out a breath and tried again, from a different perspective this time. “I don’t like you.” How could he make you believe it if he didn’t even believe it himself? He bit the insides of his cheeks, one of his habits when he was nervous. “I don’t like you.” Barely a whisper. He tried once more, louder this time. “I don’t like you.” Lie and lie again. “I don’t like you.” Lie until it’s not a lie anymore. “I don’t like you.” Louder, stronger. “I don’t like you.” Go on, you can do this. Say it again. “I don’t like you.” One more time. “I don’t like you.” Now mean it. “I don’t like you.” Louder. “I don’t—”

He heard a knock on the door, followed by Jihoon’s soft voice. “You ok in there?”

Catching his breath, he didn’t realize he was screaming. “Yeah.” After coming back to reality, he threw some more water onto his face. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Jihoon didn’t respond and Mingyu heard his footsteps down the hallway. He dried up his face and stared at himself once more.

Lie again.

To say it was a rough weekend it was an understatement. All you did was cry and overthink and feel bad. Mingyu didn’t text you nor came home. You got a text from Jihoon on Saturday night saying he was still there and that he’d probably go home soon. Yeah, soon. It was Sunday night now and he was not there yet. You just wanted to talk it out with him. You knew him, you knew he was suffering and that he was just being careless at this point. This doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt you.

Come to think about it, maybe Mingyu was right. Maybe you did make this decision before you even spoke to him about it. It seems like he knew your heart more than you knew it yourself. You wanted to go and you’d have to deal with the consequences of that and, by far, the one that’d hurt the most would be losing him.

You ordered some Chinese and sat by the kitchen table to eat it, even though you weren’t hungry. When you were almost done, you heard the door being unlocked and your heart stopped at the sound of the keys. You let out a breath and you felt your hands shaking.

Mingyu walked in and didn’t say anything. He quietly left his bag on the floor and came to the kitchen.

“Hi,” you finally said. He didn’t respond. He sat across from you at the table and kept staring at his hands. “Mingyu, I—”

“I don’t like you,” he finally spoke up, voice barely a whisper.

You dropped your chopsticks by the table, blinking in confusion, “What?” You had a whole spiel planned, where was this even coming from?

Mingyu let out a sigh. “I don’t like you anymore. I’ve come not to like you.” No, not like this. Not with a trembling voice. Do it like you did in the mirror. Stupid, stupid, Mingyu.

“Lie again, Mingyu. I don’t buy it and neither do you.” You couldn’t believe him. You knew him better. You knew this was just his way of protecting himself - if he never loved you to begin with, then losing you wouldn’t be that bad.

He closed his eyes, sounding a bit firmer now, as if he wasn’t as scared to say it again, “I don’t like you.” Yes, maybe more like this. Maybe then she’ll get it. I’m doing this for her too. Can’t she see it?

“If you’re gonna say such hurtful words, then say it like you mean it. If you’re able to do that, then maybe I’ll believe this ridiculous lie of yours.” You felt sick to your stomach, wondering when did he start to have all these harsh feelings.

He didn’t look at you. If he did, he couldn’t do it. C’mon, Mingyu. Tell her once and for all that you don’t like her. Just like you rehearsed. You can do this. Tell her.

After a couple of seconds, you spoke again, “I thought so.” You shook your head, “Be careful with the words you keep repeating. You might start making me believe them.”

“You should believe it,” he muttered. Weak, weak, Mingyu.

You pursed your lips, “Fine. Then look me in the eyes and say it.”

You could see he was struggling. He hated being confronted and he hated feeling like he was losing an argument. He was that stubborn. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, finally looking at you. You could see he was holding back the tears as much as you. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth. “I don’t like you.”

You laughed, bitterly. “Do you believe that?”

“Yes.” No.

“Lie again, Mingyu.” You didn’t want to give in to this. You wanted to talk it out properly, but he was making it harder at every minute.

“I don’t like you.”

A persistent tear finally fell and you wiped it off immediately. “Please, stop trying to make me resent you. I don’t want this and neither do you.”

He leaned his head back, eyes shutting close once again. “I don’t like you.” Lie until it’s not a lie anymore.

“Mingyu, stop. Stop trying to push me away and let’s talk this through,” you pleaded.

His voice grew louder now. “I don’t fucking like you.” Say it again. She can read right through you, but please, say it over and over again.

You shook your head, “You’re being immature.”

“I don’t like you.” She won’t be fooled by this. You need to be more convincing.

“Say it again. Say it one last time, but mean it now.”

In an abrupt move, Mingyu got up from the chair and slammed his palm on the table. “I don’t like you!”

The tears were unstoppable now. “Fine. Then go. Go and don’t come back until I’m in New York. I don’t want to see you again.” You got up and started to move towards the bedroom.

“You’re just gonna walk away from me like that?” He yelled.

“What do you want from me, Mingyu?” You screamed back, heels turning to look at him once more. “Do you want to hurt me? Does this make you feel like we’re even now?”

“No!” He was getting desperate now. Stupid, stupid, Mingyu.

“Do you want me to resent you?” Your voice was low once again. The tears were dry now. At least that.

“I-I don’t know! Maybe.” He rubbed his temples, “Maybe if you resent me it won’t feel like you’re breaking my heart in a million pieces by going away.”

“This is not my intention, Gyu.”

He laughed sadly, his heart clenching at the way you so effortlessly said his name. He wondered if he’d hear you calling him like that again after you left. “But you’re doing it anyway.”

“Could you please stop acting like I’m doing this on purpose? Like I’m not hurting as well?” The last thing you wanted before you left was to end things with Mingyu like this. But maybe this is how things were destined to be. Maybe this is how your relationship was supposed to go all along. Beautiful and mesmerizing at first. Then it’s loud, explosive. And then simply turning into nothing, leaving an empty sky ahead. Like fireworks.

“You are, though.” He was bitter. And hurt. And confused. He didn’t know what he was doing and he couldn’t stop the words from slipping out of his mouth. Before he could think further on his actions, he spoke again, faster this time. “You’re hurting me and going away. You made a choice and it was one hell of a selfish one. You’re leaving me, the person who loves you more than anything, all alone, and you’re choosing this. So don’t act like you’re the victim here because you’re not. You’re being mean and inconsiderate. You don’t think of anyone but yourself. You’re choosing to end us and I will never forgive you for it. Never.” He was out of breath when he ended. Only when he saw the overflowing tears in your eyes he realized what he had said. Childish, insecure, and insensitive, Mingyu. At least maybe now you’d resent him. Maybe now his plan would work. He thought of apologizing, but then you’d probably forgive him. No. Leave it like that. The damage is done already. Maybe one last blow to end it. One final, sharp sentence to make you believe him. “I don’t like you.”

You swallowed dry and cleaned the tears once again. “Congratulations, Mingyu. Now I finally believe you.”

Lie until it’s not a lie anymore, Mingyu. Repeat it to yourself and maybe you’ll believe it like her. Or maybe you’ll learn how to be a better liar like she is now.

After thinking for a couple of seconds, you spoke. “I’m going out so you can gather your things. Don’t you dare step into this apartment until I’m gone. I don’t want to see you.”

“Fine,” he said, coldly. I don’t like you. I’m fine. Lie again. “Go and act as I’ve never existed in your life. Go back to being without me.” I don’t like you. I’m fine. Lie again.

All you did was nod and slam the front door behind you. That was it. The explosive part was done. Now, all you get is nothing.

It seems like only pain will remain, anyway.

“How have you been?” Wonwoo asked. You two had met for coffee before you left the country.

You shrugged, “Fine, I guess. Busy. Gathering everything.”

He nodded. “When do you leave?”

You felt a shiver running through your spine just at the mention of the word ‘leave’. “Sunday night.”

Wonwoo sensed it. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” He smiled sincerely at you. When you started dating Mingyu, you eventually became friends with all of the boys. Wonwoo was your favorite.

You grinned in response, “Thank you.” He winked at you and took a sip of his coffee. You bit your lip, debating if you should ask him about Mingyu or not. Was that crossing a line?

“He’s okay, in case you’re wondering.” Thank the gods for Jeon Wonwoo and his senses. You sighed in relief. You felt that knowing he was okay would make you feel better. And momentarily, it did. “We’ll take care of him.”

“Please, do.” The thought of Mingyu going through a similar pain than yours with no one by his side made you panic. It was good to know he would be in good hands. Even if you wouldn’t because the hands that cared for you best were his.

“He’s… hurting, I guess. But it should get better soon.” You smiled sadly. You really hoped he would. “You know he didn’t mean it, right?” You squint your eyes at Wonwoo, wondering where he was coming from. “He told us everything.” He shrugged. “Mingyu’s a very impulsive person. He really didn’t mean it.”

You played with the cup in front of you, “He was very convincing by the end.” You raised your eyebrows, your mind incapable of not going back to your last words.

“Yeah, he can be.” Dead silence. “Maybe talk it out with him before you go?” He suggested, voice a mere whisper, afraid of your reaction.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you said, shaking your head. “I think we would just be more hurt. Maybe it’s for the best.”

Lie again.

“She leaves in two days,” Jihoon announced, entering his flat, groceries at hand. That’s where Mingyu had been spending the worst week of his life. It felt like hell would never end. He was playing whatever game and he was losing. He didn’t even care. When the eldest got no reaction, he spoke again, “Did you hear me?”

“Yes? I’m not deaf.” Jihoon raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m sorry.”

“You know you can be really stupid sometimes, right?”

Mingyu huffed, “I said I’m sorry.”

He sat by the living room and threw a pillow at the youngest, “I’m talking about her.” Mingyu just shot him a side-eye and focused on the game once again. “You should go see her at the airport.”

“No way.” He shook his head.

Jihoon growled in frustration, “Why are you so fucking stubborn?”

“I’d go and tell her what?” Tell her I lied? Tell her I need her? Tell her I’m proud of her? Tell her I’m stupid? Mingyu shook the thoughts away. No. Lie again. Lie until it’s not a lie anymore. You gotta believe it too or else it will only continue to hurt.

“Maybe sorry would be a good start,” the elder said, the sarcasm clearly there.

He let out a sigh, “No.”

“Mingyu, really, you can’t—”

“Then watch me,” he said, bitterly. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring this up again.”

Jihoon raised his hands. “Fine. But don’t forget you’ll regret it.”

“I won’t.”

Lie again.

You hugged your mom one last time before you started to walk towards the gate. That’s when you see him. You froze in place. You felt like you were about to pass out just at the sight of, still, the one you loved the most. Your heart was about to beat off your chest. He was running towards you.

He could barely breathe once he was standing in front of you, cheeks red, hair disheveled, “Hi.”

You smiled gently, “Hi.” You stared at him for some time. He was probably the most beautiful man you had ever seen. “What are you—”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out.

“It’s okay. I’m—”

“Please, let me talk,” he pleaded. He slowly took your hand in his, as if he was giving you time to back away and when he saw no signs of discomfort, he spoke again. “I was stupid and selfish and I was so so scared. I’m sorry about everything. I-I didn’t mean anything and I don’t know what came to me that day.” You felt the tears form by your eyes once again and he gently cleaned them, holding your face with his warm hands. “Hey, don’t cry. Listen to me, you’re gonna do great and I’m so proud of you.” You nodded. “I love you and I’ll always love you.”

You chuckled between tears, relieved even though you knew deep down he couldn’t have meant it. “You were never a good liar.”

He laughed along. Oh, how you’d miss this laugh. “I have something for you.” You furrowed your eyebrows and he handed you a letter. “Read it when you’re on the plane, ok?” You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded once again and he pulled you in for a hug. You rested your head by his chest and sobbed softly. He planted a kiss by the top of your head and, once you looked up at him, one more by your lips. “Now go or you’ll miss the plane.”

You gently caressed his face, “I love you. And I could never resent you.”

No, don’t cry. Don’t cry. You can cry when you’re home. Don’t cry. So he just nodded, too scared to speak.

“You’ll be fine, right, Gyu?” You asked. You hoped he’d lie one more time so you could fly a bit less distressed.

He smiled faintly, “Of course I will.”

Lie again.

Mingyu tried to get over you. He tried to go on dates after some time. He tried not to scoop on your social media that often. He tried everything in the book. He really did.

He decided not to stay the apartment you two shared, moving back with Jihoon. He would probably go crazy from how much he missed you if he stayed there, memories hunting him like ghosts.

You never called. Or texted. And, at some point, he wondered if you even read the letter where he put his heart out. He had to settle for hear-say. Yugyeom said you liked the city. Jinyoung said the office was going great. Wonwoo said you were making friends. Maybe you really wanted to forget about him, that’s why you didn’t reach out. Jihoon told him it was not about him, but about you focusing on this new part of your life. Didn’t you want him to be around, even if he wasn’t? Maybe it’d just hurt too much.

You seemed happy and he wondered how you got over him that easily. Maybe it was simple to forget about him when you were in a new city, with new friends, and with a new life. He wondered if you’ve cried over him like he cried over you sometimes, late at night, when no one could see him. However, he was proud of you. He saw it now that he couldn’t and that he would never keep you from growing. He just wanted to be around for that part too other than a bitter last memory and a longing goodbye. He figured you wouldn’t come back to Seoul, so he’d have to come to terms with what came to be for this firework relationship.

His career was going great. After you left, he decided to drown in work. Ironic, wasn’t it? But that was the best alternative he could come up with to keep his mind away from you. Not that it worked, but he had an unusual sense of pride in having, at least, one field of his life not crumbling without you.

He told them he was fine. Jihoon questioned him multiple times, until he stopped, eventually. His friends collectively decided they would just let him be. He would get better. Or he figured he’d just lie better.

I’m fine. Lie until it’s not a lie anymore. I don’t miss you. Lie. I don’t like you.

Lie again.

It’s crazy how time flies. You remembered packing to come to New York and now you’ve been here for almost 5 months. Adjusting was hard at first. Making friends, putting the office together, but you’ve come a long way.

You were supposed to be better by now. You weren’t supposed to read his letter every day. You weren’t supposed to check his social media because you miss his smile too much. You weren’t supposed to text his friends to check up on him and then beg them not to mention anything. You weren’t supposed to dream of him almost every night.

You didn’t regret your decision of coming. Not at all. You were proud of yourself for it and you still felt like it was a step you needed to take. You grew a lot since you came to New York, but you were starting to wonder if you’d stick around. When Jinyoung asked you about it during your last weekly meeting, you couldn’t respond. He told you to think and let him know because he needed to make arrangements, no matter your decision. You promised him you’ll have a decision after the holiday.

It was 4th of July now. Fireworks everywhere. The memory of Mingyu everywhere. Not that it really went away, you still thought about him every day. You were meeting some friends and you were ready to go. When you were already by the door, you decided to go back. You’d just take a quick read at the letter. You’ve read it so many times now that you knew all the words. It wouldn’t hurt, maybe not that much. Not nearly half as much as it did when you first read it on the plane. You took it from your nightstand and sat by the bed.

Seoul, January 25th, 2020.

Dear Y/N,

You’re leaving for New York tomorrow. There’s so much I wanna tell you before you go. I’m writing so I don’t forget a single thing. Maybe I should start with I’m sorry. I hurt you with words that weren’t what I meant.

That day, I was confused and hurt and sad. I regretted it all as soon as I said it, but I couldn’t back down then. I’m stubborn, you know it better than anyone. In my childish mind, I was doing the right thing. For me and for you too. For us. I was stupid and I thought that, if I said all that, things would be easier. Maybe, if you hated me or if you believed I didn’t love you anymore, it wouldn’t hurt that much to see you go. I thought that, maybe, if we ended up in bad terms, that might have been less painful than a tearful goodbye. Once again, I was wrong. I was selfish and I didn’t want to lose you.

At first, it seemed like you were choosing work over me. I’m sorry for making you feel like that’s what you were doing. I know it’s not like that. I know you wanted to take this chance and I admire you for it. I know you were also thinking about me when you were considering everything. I know you were protecting me. I’m sorry if I made you resent me. If that’s the case, know that I regret it deeply. Thank you for doing it bravely, for deciding to go, even though it probably hurt like hell. Deep down, I think you knew I would never forgive myself if I held you back. Thank you for doing this for me too.

Jihoon told me that I should let you go because I love you and not because I couldn’t keep you. At that moment, I thought he was crazy. How could I ever give up on someone I love that much? I see it now. Because I love you, because the words ‘I love you’ aren’t enough, I let you go.

I hope you’ll still cherish me. Foolish, childish me. Crazy in love with you me.

Be happy and know that, no matter where you are, there will always be someone who loves you and who’s proud of you.

Love,

- M.

As usual, you were crying when you were done reading. Thank God for waterproof makeup. You adjusted your face for a moment and calmed yourself. When you were ready, you grabbed your purse and left home, taking the letter with you.

The party was going for a while now, its peak almost reaching as it was getting late, which means that the fireworks would pop soon. You felt happy, but, as usual, you still felt like a part of your heart was missing. This big, specific part that you left with him, but that he didn’t know it.

Funny enough, Soonyoung was in town for some dance workshops. You offered him to stay with you, but the company was paying for a very expensive hotel, which he’d like to enjoy. As you didn’t want him to spend the holiday alone, you dragged him along. As usual, he was busy being the life of the party. He was also the first one to notice you were gone, coming to find you not long after by the roof.

“You ok?” You heard him say through the music as he moved closer.

You nodded. “Having fun over there?”

“They’re nice,” he smiled. “They’re not the boys though.” Soonyoung realized what he said a moment later, apologizing, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t lie,” you shrugged.

“Do you miss him?” He blurted out.

You took a moment to think about your next words carefully. “I…” You haven’t admitted that to anyone, even though it was crystal clear. Maybe you should lie. Lie until it’s not a lie anymore. What would be the point of that, though? “Yeah. Probably more than someone should miss their ex.”

Soonyoung chuckled, “I miss Ana too. Probably more than I should.”

“Glad to hear I’m not alone.”

“He misses you too, you know?” His voice was low as if he was telling you a secret. “He doesn’t say it out loud, but we all know it.”

“Sometimes I wonder what will happen if I decide to get back to Seoul.” It was scary, to say this out loud. Even though that’s what you thought of every night before bed. “I wonder if life will give us another chance. If we’re just supposed to be away from each other for now, for this time being. And we’ll end up together again at some point.” You looked at the sky, which would be covered in fireworks soon. “I feel like our lives are way too tangled to be set apart like this.” It hurt less if you thought like that so that’s what you did. You wondered if destiny was just messing you both for a quick laugh.

“Maybe you should call him. I think it would do you both some good.” When you didn’t respond, he took that as his cue. “Think about it, ok?” He placed a kiss on your cheek and went back inside, leaving you to observe the concrete jungle by yourself.

You took your phone out of your purse, the letter coming in sight, and stared at it for a while, the idea Soonyoung had planted in your mind seeming more and more attractive at every minute. Maybe you should just be impulsive. Maybe you should just call him for a minute. Would that be too childish? Calling your ex just to hear his voice and then hang up? You unlocked the screen and searched his name up on your contact list, maybe to fool yourself a bit and think that you forgot his number. You stared at the call button and, before you could think any longer, you pressed it. Fuck, what time was it in Korea again? Around 7am? Mingyu was never up this early. Shit, maybe you should—

“Hello?”

You felt your heart stop at the sound of his voice. He was clearly still sleeping. “I-I’m sorry, Gyu. I’ll hang up now.”

“Please, don’t.” You heard him sitting up at the bed, the sound of soft sheets in the background. His heart ached at the pet name.

“Okay.” You knew this was wrong the moment you heard his voice. Messing with each other’s feelings like this. But why did it still feel so good?

This wasn’t a dream, right? It was her, she was really calling after all this time. This didn’t mean anything, though. Don’t fool yourself, Mingyu. I don’t like you, remember? Lie again. I don’t miss you.

“How are you?” He finally asked. He tried his best to sound nonchalant.

You sighed, “I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m okay too.” Lie again, Mingyu. Lie better.

“Good.” You didn’t even know what to say. It was as if you both were out of sync. After a couple of deafening silence, you spoke again. “I’m sorry I never called.”

He chuckled sadly, “It’s okay. I’d be surprised if you did.”

You furrowed your brows, “Why?”

“Because I figured you’d hate me.” He said, simply. It had been a while since he shared his feelings like this. Maybe that was your effect on him.

“I could never hate you, Gyu.” And he had no idea how hard you tried. You thought it would make the heartache better if you covered it with anger. It didn’t.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “That’s relieving.” You chuckled and then the two of you fell in silence again. It wasn’t as uncomfortable now. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” That made you nervous. You weren’t sure if you were ready to answer whatever question he had. Would he ask if you had met someone? Would he ask if you were coming back to Seoul?

“Did you… did you read the letter?” He couldn’t help himself. It was eating him up that you perhaps still thought he meant everything he said that night, even though he showed up at the airport.

You stared at the horizon, holding your purse a bit closer to you, “Of course I did. That’s your question?” He didn’t need to know you have read it every single day since then.

Why was it this obvious to you? “Yeah?” He was confused now.

“I thought you’d ask me something harder. Like if I miss you or something.” Ouch. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that. You winced silently at the sting you felt in your heart.

She doesn’t. Don’t fool yourself, Mingyu. I don’t miss you. Lie again. Don’t ask it. Remember, if you don’t feel it, it doesn’t exist.

You could hear him thinking over the line, so you decided to just let him know about it. “I do. A lot. I miss you a lot, Gyu.” You sighed, feeling light after sharing that.

She doesn’t. You don’t miss her either. I don’t like you. Lie. “I miss you too.” He was too bad at this game.

You felt your eyes burning, so you decided to change the subject. “It’s 4th of July here.” You said in one deep breath.

“I know. I heard Soonyoung’s in town.” He silently thanked you for changing the subject.

You smiled. “Yeah, he’s at the party with me. Getting a lot of attention as always.”

He laughed and you felt your heart warm up. You had forgotten how much you missed that laugh. “It wouldn’t be him if he wasn’t.”

“The fireworks will start soon.” Mingyu hummed in acknowledgment. “Fireworks remind me of you.” See, this is why you haven’t called him before. You sounded pathetic. This is not something you should tell your ex. Especially not when you were miles and miles away. You cleared your throat, “Okay, I have to go. I really hope you’re doing good, Gyu.” You were sincere. You wanted him to be well. You didn’t want him to suffer over this like you were suffering.

That caught him off guard. So maybe you weren’t that over him as he thought. No, Mingyu, don’t go there. Stupid, stupid, Mingyu. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

I don’t like you. Lie. I’ve come not to like you. Lie again. Don’t do it. And again. Don’t say it.

“I love you.”

You smiled through the phone, a stubborn tear hitting your cheek. “I love you too. Bye, Gyu.”

You heard the fireworks starting as soon as you hung up.

You’ve been back to Seoul for a couple of days now and it was a funny feeling. Part of you was glad to be back and part of you was questioning if it was the right choice. You’ve come to love New York, but in all honesty, it didn’t quite feel like you belonged there. You felt out of place there more often than you should. And you always felt like something was missing. Jinyoung fulfilled his part of the deal when you decided to get back. He arranged a small team for you and promised more freedom. He even gave you a raise after how well you left the American office. He wanted to keep you there, but he knew you’d be happier at home.

You haven’t told him you were back, but you guessed he knew by now. You’ve met up with most of the boys and it’s not like it was some kind of secret either. The last and pretty much only time the two of you talked was on 4th of July. He actually randomly texted you one day, but you thought it was better not to respond, so you just deleted the conversation. He was probably drunk and didn’t mean to text you. You felt bad after, but you didn’t want to risk engaging conversation with him. Not while you were still there, at least. It’d hurt too much. He got the message because he didn’t text you again after that.

You were taking two weeks off from work to recover and catch up on the things you’ve missed. You’ve had a couple of busy days, bouncing between family gatherings, lunches and drinks with friends. By the weekend, there would be a firework festival by the Han river which you’d really like to attend. You didn’t really want to go alone. Fireworks reminded you of him and so did pretty much everything, but you weren’t quite ready to deal with this yet, so Sana offered to go along.

It was early September, so the weather was still warm enough. Sana was supposed to meet you there but, as usual, she was late. You placed your blanket by the grass and sat back, enjoying the fresh air. You felt good here. There was still a constant ache in your chest, but it’d get better. It had improved since it all went down, so it could only get better from here, right? You’d figure out what to do with it later. For now, you just wanted to distantly think of him one last time before facing the bitter reality. When your phone buzzed, you got pulled out of your thoughts.

[06:15pm] Sana: please don’t kill me

You rolled your eyes and started typing.

[06:15m] you: it’s fine, just get here

[06:16pm] Sana: well that’s the thing

[06:16m] you: oh no

Was Sana really about to leave you alone? Today out of all days? You rubbed your temples in distress.

[06:16pm] Sana: i’m sorry :(

You couldn’t stand the thought of being left alone there, where Mingyu would be engraved in everything. It was bad enough that you couldn’t keep him out of your head. Not before coming back home and especially not after. Every place in this city reminded you of him. Today you just wanted something, or someone, to distract you from this but seemed like life had other plans. Great. Absolutely great. All you needed was another moment of ‘can’t stop thinking about my ex’.

It’s ok. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. I won’t even think about him. I won’t even think about him too much. He’s not even here. I’m ok.

Lie again.

“Thank you for coming with me,” Mingyu said, voice low in embarrassment. He was supposed to be over it by now. He was supposed to be over you by now. He felt almost ashamed that he was nowhere close to that. In fact, ever since you called on 4th of July, things got even worse. He even texted you one day, his heart getting the best of him. When you didn’t respond, he regretted it almost instantly. Stupid, stupid Mingyu.

Wonwoo nodded, “It’s fine. I like fireworks anyway.”

Yeah, so do I. So does she.

“Do you guys want to eat anything?” Minghao asked. Both boys agreed. “Go sit around there and I’ll go get something.”

They did as they were told and settled themselves among the sea of people. Mingyu hugged his legs and inhaled deeply.

“You sure you wanna be here? I mean—”

“Yeah.” He said, trying to stay calm and emotionless.

The older one didn’t question him further.

Maybe he should just treat this as a way of saying goodbye to you. As another way of letting you go, for good this time. Maybe now he would be able to properly do it. Maybe, after this, you would finally stop haunting his thoughts. Maybe, after this, he’d finally shake out the idea that you’d find your way back to him one day. Maybe, after this, he’d be free.

Lie again.

When you finally came to terms that you’d be there alone, you decided to make the best of it. You tried not to overthink it and, by that, you meant not to think about Mingyu that often. You got yourself something to drink and sat back to enjoy the show. Sana texted you later on, but you didn’t respond. it’s not that you were upset, you were just trying to disconnect. You turned off your phone once the fireworks started.

At the first loud noise, you felt your heart clench. At with each bang your chest got tighter. And tighter. And tighter. They were so bright and so beautiful. Your eyes were burning now, tears threatening to fall at every second. This hurts. Being without him hurts. How could you think you’d be able to do this? It’s like you’re not able to breathe anymore.

You’d beg life for a second chance. This relationship felt like fireworks and you saw it now. Maybe that’s how it was destined to end. But you’d fight fate if that was supposed to be it. Destiny couldn’t be this cruel for nothing, right? You reached out for your purse and read the letter one more time, skimming your eyes through it, having it memorized by heart at this point, clinging it to your chest.

Or maybe it was time to say accept it. Maybe you’d get another chance, just not in this lifetime. Maybe it was time to say goodbye. One last hurtful, aching farewell to him. As if the other one didn’t hurt enough. Maybe you really didn’t get to have it all. Maybe you should just accept it and you looked up once again.

Another loud bang. Clean up the tears, you’re okay. Lie again. No, you won’t get another chance and that’s how it is now. Deal with it. It’s fine. Lie. You’ll find someone else. You’ll love someone else. Lie again. You don’t want him back, anyways. You’re better off like this. Lie until it’s not a lie anymore.

Lie again.

“I think it’ll start soon,” Minghao said, excitedly.

Mingyu wondered how could he be excited to what, in his head, would be treated as a funeral to his already non-existent relationship. He felt like he started mourning even before you left and he was still nowhere close to being over it. It wasn’t Minghao’s fault, though. He was oblivious to Mingyu’s many thoughts. Wonwoo seemed to know it thought, but he chose to keep it to himself and Mingyu was thankful for that. He was tired of their pity looks. He was tired of everything. He was tired of thinking of you, of not having you around, of what came to be to this firework relationship.

When he heard the first explosion, he held his knees closer to his chest. This is it, I guess. Time to say goodbye. I can do this. I don’t need her. Lie. I can let go. I don’t like you. Lie again. I won’t cry. I can’t cry. Lie. This doesn’t hurt. I don’t want to miss you. Lie again.

Another pow, another pull at his heart. He felt overwhelmed and not in a good way. He felt, ironically, about to explode. He felt the burn, which meant that the tides in his eyes were about to start. Fuck.

He stood up, abruptly. Both boys looked at him with confused eyes. Before they could question his actions, he spoke. “I’ll be back soon. I just need some air.”

With firm steps, he started walking around. It was crowded and he wasn’t really sure where he was going. His feet seem to know, though, so he just followed them. Maybe if he didn’t hear the loud crashing of the fireworks his heart would calm down a bit? He bumped on a couple of people here and there and he felt disoriented. When he finally stopped somewhere, he looked around and what he saw made him want to throw up.

It was you. It was really you. Could that possibly be? Go talk to her. No, don’t go. She didn’t talk to you when she got here, so she doesn’t want to see you. It’s over. Don’t go. I don’t even want to go there anyway. Lie again.

With shaking hands, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Wonwoo’s number. After a couple of rings, the older one answered. Before he could barely say hi, Mingyu was babbling already. “She’s here. I see her, she—”

“Go talk to her.”

“I can’t.” His heart was beating so fast he thought he might die. It wouldn’t be that bad, though. To have you as the last thing he sees before leaving this dimension. He tried to pry his eyes away from her direction, but he could barely hold two seconds looking away from you. “She didn’t contact me when she got back, she doesn’t want to see me.” I don’t want to see her either. Get over it. Lie again.

Wonwoo sighed while Mingyu started to walk back and forth. “Just go there. Do this for you and for her. I’m tired of seeing both of you miserable.”

He took a step in your direction, eyes everywhere but at your face. You looked like an angel.

A step back. No, don’t do this. She’s not sad. She doesn’t miss you. It’s over. “No, I can’t. She doesn’t like me.” He pushed his hair back and bit the insides of his cheeks. It was evident how nervous he was and he hoped you wouldn’t notice him. Even though people around him were starting to.

“Go, Mingyu.” Wonwoo pleaded.

A step forward. Were you crying? It looked like you were wiping tears away. He felt like comforting you. Almost in a magnetic pull kind of way. Another step forward. “I…”

“Follow your heart, ok? If you don’t want to talk to her, you can come back to me and Hao, but I really think—”

He couldn’t hear Wonwoo anymore. When he realized, he was closer. And closer. And closer. Stop walking. Don’t do this. Foolish, foolish, Mingyu. She doesn’t miss you. I don’t miss you. I don’t like you. Lie, Mingyu. Lie better. I don’t need you. Keep lying. Stop walking. His feet didn’t obey. And he keeps walking. The next thing he knows, he’s looking at you. And you’re looking at him too. And you’re smiling.

It was almost the end now. Those minutes felt like an eternity. They felt like reminiscing everything that this was and grieving everything that it wasn’t. You cleaned your tears and sat back, deciding not to look at the fireworks anymore. This was hurting way more than you thought and you needed a break.

You started to look around. A part of you was hoping you’d see him. It was stupid. He wouldn’t go there. You were the one who needed to get over this, not him. He wouldn’t come to a firework festival to maybe see his ex or to get over a relationship that ended over eight months ago. That was ridiculous. Only stupid people would try this approach. And by stupid people you meant yourself.

Suddenly, everything turned to just background noise. It was him. He was on the phone and clearly distressed. He was walking as if he was facing some sort of dilemma. Did he see you?

Look away. No. Look away now. Look away and maybe he won’t see you and he won’t come over. Maybe he won’t spot you and you won’t have to pretend as if everything is fine. Look away. Stop staring. Or maybe keep staring. This isn’t happening, anyways.

Too late.

It’s like he sees you now. And he keeps walking. You’re sure you’re just projecting. You wished so hard deep down to see him, that your minds started playing tricks on you. This can’t be real. You’re so sure this isn’t real, that your lips automatically smile just at the thought of his figure.

He seems to have made up his mind then and keeps walking towards you. Your heart is beating so fast you can listen to it loudly against your ears.

When you hear his voice, you’re sure you’re going crazy.

“Hi.”

You’re projecting. He’s not here. You stare at him, mind racing. You finally feel like your heart is complete again. You can smell him. Maybe you’re not crazy. Maybe he’s really here. Could destiny play such a trick on you?

Speak up. Talk to him. Say something. Anything.

“Hi.” You sounded better than you felt.

He scratched the back of his neck while you kept looking at him. This was real. He was there. This is not a mirage. Oh, how you missed him. You were usually good with words, but now you felt like you’d burst in tears at any sound you’d make.

You could hear the fireworks clearly. Or maybe they were just heartbeats.

Another bang, he bravely sat down next to you. Your hands ached to touch him, wondering if he still felt like liquid gold underneath your fingertips.

“This is awkward.” He let out a sigh. He was playing with his fingers now.

This isn’t real. He’s not here. You suddenly remember about his letter, lost in your hand, which was frozen in place. You looked at it and he couldn’t hold back his smile. He recognized the paper.

“Maybe we can start over?” He placed his hand on top of yours. He was real. Oh, how you missed him. His touch shot fireworks in your veins and you were sure you felt a real electric current running up and down your body. “I’m Mingyu and I really like fireworks.”

You let out a chuckle and you felt your eyes burning. A second chance. In this lifetime. Maybe destiny wasn’t such a bitch, after all.

Both of you were staring at the sky, hands finally where they belonged. Intertwined in each other, trembling.

Another bang.

“I’m Y/N and I really like them too.” You looked at him while his face was lit up by the colorful sky. “They remind me of the one person I love the most.”

a/n: hm ok? yeah. totally unplanned writing, as usual. me and @chilliwoo were talking and the inspiration came. thank you for the brainstorm and for encouraging me with this. biggest thank you ever to @yoongitalks, as always. you’re the most amazing beta i could ever ask for. what you can do with my, usually unshaped words is truly amazing. love you! feedback’s always appreciated, so feel free to leave your words here. hope you’ll enjoy it mwah.

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clandestine. | 03

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 9.2k [3/6]

notes: this will likely be my last update of this fic until the new year, because i have two (2!!!) other fics that i’m planning to post in december, including another jungoo one, so! please look forward to those, and enjoy this chapter in the meantime!

warnings: jk’s massive noona kink: a recurring yet warranted warning, me absolutely fucking up everything about korea’s geography probably, semi-public? fingering???, jungkook....... shall we say, rocks the boat, there is one (1) dick pic but no one’s complaining

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Monday - 11:27am

Kim Taehyung added you to the group: the great escape!!!!!! 🏝🚗💨

[11:27am] Taehyung: let’s gooooooooooo!!

[11:27am] Jisoo: ???

[11:28am] Lisa: go where?

[11:28am] Taehyung: parks lake house this weekend! we’re going on vacation!

[11:28am] You: hold up tae, we haven’t even asked our parents if we can have the house yet

[11:29am] Chimchim: oh yeah lmao

[11:29am] Chimchim: u wanna go ask noona??

[11:29am] You: nope

[11:30am] Chimchim: ugh, fine

[11:30am] Chimchim: u big baby

[11: 31am] You: 🙄

[11: 37am] Chimchim: they said yes!

[11:38am] Taehyung: LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[11:38am] Minho: sweet 👍

[11:38am] Taemin: tight

[11:39am] Jungkook: dope

[11:40AM] Jisoo: you’re all idiots 🙄

Tuesday - 2:34pm

[2:34pm] Chimchim: i’ve secured the van

[2:34pm] Chimchim: for the trip i mean

[2:35pm] Taehyung: noice

[2:35pm] You: 10 people aren’t gonna fit in mom’s van, chim

[2:37pm] Jungkook: i can drive too

[2:37pm] Chimchim: 👍👍

[2:37pm] Chimchim: see? nothing to worry about

[2:38pm] Jungkook: yeah noona, nothing to worry about. nothing at all.

Wednesday - 9:49pm

[9:49pm] Taehyung: oh my god we need FOOD

[9:49pm] Lisa: you’re just realizing that now?

[9:50pm] Taehyung: shut up

[9:50pm] Taehyung: i have a cooler

[9:51pm] Lisa: and ice?

[9:51pm] Taehyung: ………… i will buy some ice

[9:52pm] You: there’s a grocery store on the way up that we always used to go to, we can stock up there

[9:52pm] Taehyung: 👍

[9:54pm] You: you also better remember to bring your own towels. and more than one change of clothing

[9:54pm] Taehyung: 👍👍

[9:55pm] Chimchim: yes, mom

///

The day of the trip finds you standing in the foyer, rifling through your purse to make sure you have all the essentials. Off in the distance, you can hear Jimin sprinting around frantically, catching the briefest glimpse of his ruffled blond hair before he disappears again into the depths of the house.

“Chim, I swear to god. Why didn’t you pack earlier?”

“I did!” your brother whines, poking his head out from the living room where his suitcase is lying wide open, belongings scattered in every direction. “It’s just that—oh, fuck. Do you have my toothbrush?”

“Why would I have your toothbrush?” you deadpan.

He ignores you, and not two seconds later, he lets out an excited shout. “Never mind! I found it!”

You sigh and rub your temples. The trip hasn’t even begun, yet you’re already feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. “I’m going outside,” you call to your brother, who grunts in acknowledgement. Opening up the front door, you drag your suitcase out onto the sun-drenched porch, relishing the welcome breeze that caresses your cheeks and whispers through your hair.

The rare moment of peace is broken almost immediately by the rumble of a starting engine—the sound shuddery and wavering before it finally evens out into a steady, mechanical purr. It’s coming from nearby, and your gaze immediately travels to the neighboring driveway where a beat-up sedan sits, torn between exasperation and amusement when you see Jungkook waving at you from the driver’s seat.

“I’m coming to pick you up!” he calls through the open window, and you hold back your laughter as he reverses out of his driveway, rolls ten feet down the street, and pulls into yours.

“Was that really necessary?” you ask once he’s parked.

“Of course it was,” he replies, hopping out to grab your suitcase. You watch as he pops the trunk and loads it inside, and blanch when you realize what that means.

“Wait a second. Am I riding with you?”

Some emotion flashes across his face, but he wipes it away before you can identify it. “Would that be so terrible?”

It’s been one week since Taehyung’s party, and Jisoo’s warning still rings loud and clear in your brain. Still, you feign nonchalance and tamp down the uptick in your heart rate, offering him a shrug. “Just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

He grunts. An awkward silence settles over you as he adjusts your suitcase in the trunk beside his, and you distract yourself by fiddling with your purse strap until he slams the lid closed.

“So…” you start after a few seconds. “Are we picking anyone else up?”

“Yugyeom,” Jungkook replies, opening up the driver’s side door and climbing in. Hesitantly, you make your way over to the other side of the car, wondering if there’s any way you can avoid sitting in the passenger seat without looking like a total weirdo.

“Oh! Jungkook’s here already?” Jimin exits the house at last, lugging his suitcase and a smaller backpack. He shoves both into the backseat of your mother’s van before coming over, frowning when he sees you hovering near the trunk. “Why are you just standing there?”

You make a face at him. “We’re waiting for you, dumbass. Who’s riding with you?”

“Tae, Minho, and Taemin,” your brother replies. “Didn’t you see the group chat this morning?”

“I muted it days ago,” you admit. “You guys were annoying as hell.” Then another thought strikes you, your brain belatedly registering the names Jimin listed. “Wait, what about the girls? Aren’t they coming?”

Your brother rolls his eyes. “Jisoo’s working as a camp counselor this summer, and Lisa has other vacation plans. Maybe if you hadn’t muted the chat, you’d have known that.”

He has a point, though you aren’t about to admit that. You’re also wise enough not to inquire about the third member of the trio, remembering Jisoo’s revelation at the party. It’s no surprise that Chaeyoung isn’t joining you for the weekend—you’d want to avoid extended periods of time with your ex-boyfriend too. At the thought, your gaze reluctantly flits back over to the ex in question, who raises an expectant brow when he catches your eye.

“Ready?” he calls out the open window.

No, you want to say. But Jimin has already clambered into the van and slammed the door shut, and Jungkook’s car is blocking the van in the driveway so you suck in a deep breath and slide into the passenger seat beside your dark-haired neighbor.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

Jungkook nods and throws the car into reverse. One hand splays across the wheel while the other comes up to rest on the back of your seat, and your breath hitches when he cranes around to check his blind spots, his face suddenly too close for comfort.

He’s playing with you, you tell yourself firmly, leaning back until your back’s pressed against the door and you can safely breathe again. Chaeyoung. Think about what he did to Chaeyoung.

“Hey, I made a roadtrip mix,” Jungkook pipes up all of a sudden. He grabs his phone from where it’s resting on the dashboard, tapping at the screen until the first strains of a melody filter through the car speakers. “It should last us the whole way.”

You perk up when you recognize the tune. “Oh! I love this song.”

Jungkook watches out of the corner of his eye as you bob your head to the beat, before smiling down at his lap. “Yeah. I know.”

///

Yugyeom lives on the other side of town, in a sprawling, winding neighborhood that sends your brain—and your phone’s GPS—into a complete and total tailspin. “Wait, wait—hang on. I think you missed a turn. You must have.”

Jungkook’s face crumples in confusion as he slows the car to a crawl, drawing a few irritated honks from the cars behind you. “There weren’t any streets back there, though.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, twisting in your seat to get a better look. “The directions said to take a right in… oh, fuck, hang on. We’re not even on a digitized road anymore, apparently.”

Jungkook heaves a sigh, but when you glance up at him, he’s wearing a grin. “Come on, Noona. You’re supposed to be my navigator. I’m depending on you.”

“I only know how to get us to the lake house, not Yugyeom’s,” you sniff defensively. “This is way beyond my pay grade.”

Jungkook chortles and reaches out, extending an open palm. “Can I see your phone for a sec?” You nod, handing it over, and he clicks his tongue as he turns it upside-down—rotating it a full three hundred and sixty degrees before returning it. “We might be lost,” he declares.

“Gee, you don’t say.”

He chuckles again. Picking up his own phone, he swipes a thumb across the screen before handing the unlocked device over. “Here, call Yugyeom. Put him on speaker, yeah?”

You hum in acknowledgement and scroll down in his contacts until you find the other boy’s name, clicking it open. A photo fills the screen as it rings—clearly a group photo from the way it’s cropped, zoomed in on Yugyeom and the ridiculous face he’s making.

“Is this from graduation?” you ask curiously.

Jungkook blinks and tears his gaze away from the windshield. “Huh?”

“Yugyeom’s contact photo,” you clarify, tilting the phone screen so he can see. “He’s got robes on.”

“Oh.” He looks away again, cheeks flushing. “Yeah. It’s lame, I know.”

You shake your head. “Don’t say that. I think it’s nice.”

Jungkook doesn’t get a chance to respond, but it’s impossible to miss the grin that crinkles his face and settles there. There’s a staticky hum as the line connects, and then Yugyeom’s voice is filling the vehicle, sounding as if he’s just rolled out of bed.

“Whaddaya want?”

“We can’t find your fucking house, man,” Jungkook says bluntly, turning onto a street that you’ve driven down at least three times by this point. “Where do you live?”

On the other end of the line, Yugyeom sighs. “Okay, okay. What street are you guys on?”

That gives Jungkook pause. “Uhh, Cedar Street? Oak Avenue? It has a tree name.”

“Neither of those streets exist, dude.”

“Birch Boulevard!” you exclaim. “We’re on Birch Boulevard. I saw the sign a while back.”

“Ah, okay. You’re close, then. Do you see a sign for Linden Lane?”

You glance around until you alight on a signpost. “Yeah.”

“Turn right onto it. Then take the first left, go past the cul-de-sac, and another left. Do not pass Go, and do not collect two-hundred dollars. I’m the fifth house on the right.”

He ends the call before you can ask him to repeat the directions, and you send Jungkook a helpless look. “Did you get all of that?”

“Besides the overused Monopoly joke?” Jungkook asks.. “Yeah, I got it. Right, left, left. Fifth house. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes to get there.”

And true to his word, you arrive at the house three minutes later. Yugyeom is standing on the front step with rumpled hair and a duffel bag at his feet, and you snort when he throws open the car door and flops across the entirety of the backseat.

“Rough morning?”

“Stayed up late packing,” he says by way of explanation, his eyes already beginning to drift shut. Jungkook immediately turns the music up, and you giggle when Yugyeom shoots upright at the bassline that’s now shaking the entire vehicle. “I’m up, I’m up! Jeez, man.”

Jungkook just sends him an innocent grin in the rearview mirror. You turn the volume back down to a reasonable level as Yugyeom directs Jungkook onto the best route to take out of the neighborhood, and it isn’t long before you’re merging onto the highway that leads toward the coast.

You’re just beginning to get comfortable, staring out the window at the passing cityscape, when your leg vibrates with an incoming text notification. Glancing down, you see that Jungkook’s phone has slipped between your thigh and the seat, the screen lit with a new message.

[10:21am] Minho: gonna be at the store in 10

“Minho says they’ll be at the grocery store in ten minutes,” you relay to your companions. “We have a little longer to go. Probably another half hour or so.”

“We wouldn’t be so far behind if Yugyeom didn’t live in a fucking labyrinth,” Jungkook remarks, but a glance at the young man in the backseat reveals that he’s drifted off despite your earlier stunt. Rolling his eyes, he turns to you. “Can you text him back, Noona?”

You nod and hold out his phone so he can unlock it with his thumb. “Hey,” you say once you’ve hit send on the message. “Do you have a contact photo for me?”

Jungkook stiffens slightly, his gaze skittering between you and the road. “Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess I do. But it’s nothing, really. It’s kinda lame. But you… you can look at it if you want.”

Curiosity piqued, you scroll down until you find your name, tapping on the image beside it. The photo is from several years ago, during a family trip to the lake house with the Jeons. You are no older than fifteen, your arm slung around a fourteen-year-old Jungkook as the two of you stand knee-deep in the lake, wearing swimsuits and bright smiles. In the background, you can just barely make out a blurry Jimin mid-splash.

“I remember this,” you murmur, zooming in on your smiling faces. “That was a fun summer.”

“Junghyun was grumpy the whole time,” Jungkook recalls with a laugh. “But we had a good time, didn’t we? We practically lived in the lake that entire week.”

“Or that old canoe.” You grin, taking one last look at the photo before locking his phone and handing it back to him. “Remember? We’d always row out too far, and our parents would scream for us to come back before we fell in and drowned.”

Jungkook snickers. “As if I’d ever let you drown. I’m a great swimmer.”

“Are you saying I’m not?”

He backpedals immediately, realizing his mistake. “Hey, don’t twist my words. I said nothing of the sort.”

“That’s what I thought.” Giggling, you turn to look out the window, propping your chin in your palm as you watch the scenery flash past. “And I want that photo, by the way. Send it to me?”

“As soon as we get to the store,” Jungkook promises. “Speaking of which, we’re getting close. Keep an eye out for the exit for me?”

“Deal.”

///

Jimin and the others are waiting in the parking lot when you arrive, perched on and around the van as they watch Jungkook expertly maneuver the car into a neighboring parking space. “Took you long enough,” your brother says once the engine is cut, hopping off the hood and landing lightly on both feet.

“We’re here now, aren’t we?” you snark as you join the others hovering near the grocery store entrance. Jimin makes a face at you, and you stick your tongue out in response. After a quick huddle—wherein you form a very haphazard game plan—everyone disperses. Jimin grabs a shopping cart and heads inside with Taehyung and Minho, the latter of whom is trying to clamber his way into the cart to hitch a ride.

Sighing, you grab a shopping cart of your own and scan the interior of the store for the produce section. They’ve rearranged the aisles since you were last here, but you quickly find what you’re looking for and begin picking your way over when Jungkook materializes at your side.

“So, what are you thinking for food?” he asks, nudging you away so he can push the cart in your stead.

You allow him to take over, gesturing toward your destination. “I know my brother,” you tell him dryly. “He’s going to buy meat and completely forget about everything else. And I don’t trust any of you to buy a single fruit or vegetable.”

“I like fruit and vegetables,” Jungkook defends.

“You like everything,” you correct, flashing him a teasing grin before leading him into the produce section.

Grocery shopping with Jungkook turns out to be surprisingly pleasant—comfortable, even. He proves adept at finding the ripest fruits and greenest vegetables, and when you ask him to find some apples, he trots off immediately and returns with a handful of sweet potatoes in addition to your requested fruit.

You raise an eyebrow. “What are you planning to do with those?”

Jungkook feigns offense, slapping a hand to his heart. “That’s cold, Noona. Don’t you think I can cook?”

“I’ve never seen you cook in my life,” you respond. “How am I supposed to know if you can or not?”

“I can,” he promises. “And I’ll prove it too, if you let me.”

You get the feeling he’s not just talking about cooking anymore, but he doesn’t give you a chance to answer. Dropping the apples and potatoes into the cart, he flashes you a crooked little smile before turning toward a display of cabbages, leaving you to wonder at what exactly is going through his head.

///

It’s nearly one in the afternoon when you arrive at your family’s lake house. The last stretch of the drive takes you through the forest along a winding, narrow road, but Jungkook is a capable driver and you know the way well enough to warn him about any upcoming hairpin turns. Piling out of the car, the three of you make quick work of putting the food safely into the refrigerator. By the time you’re finished, Jimin and the others have arrived as well, lugging their belongings inside and setting them inside the entryway.

“So who’s sleeping where?” Taehyung asks, glancing around the house. It’s modestly sized, with a living area on one side and a combined dining room and kitchen on the other. Three bedrooms and a bathroom branch off of the hallway between them, ending in a back door that leads out to the lake. Through the window, you can see the water glimmering in the sunlight, hazy and golden.

“We’ll have to share,” Jimin says. “ If Noona takes one room, that leaves two bedrooms and the pullout couch for the rest of us.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggests, drawing a chorus of groans.

“I always lose!” Jimin complains. “And Taemin cheats!”

“Do not!”

Laughing at the indignant expression on your brother’s face, you decide to leave them to it and head to your bedroom with your luggage in tow. The room is just as you remember it, with a bed tucked against one wall and a dresser on the opposite. There are three doors in total—one that you just entered through, and another that opens into a small closet. The third leads to a bathroom—shared with the bedroom on the other side of the wall that usually belongs to Jimin. Vaguely, you wonder who will be sleeping there tonight, before setting your suitcase on the bed and unzipping it.

“Fuck!”

You jump at the sudden shout, poking your head out into the hallway to see what’s causing all the commotion. Yugyeom is kneeling on the floor with his head down, a crestfallen Taemin standing beside him. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Minho look supremely pleased with themselves, and you see why when they grab their bags and practically skip to the master bedroom across the hall, collapsing onto the king-sized bed.

“Have fun on the couch, losers!” Jimin singsongs, grabbing Jungkook by the wrist and dragging him into their newly won bedroom on your side of the hallway. “Lake in fifteen minutes, so get changed! Last one there’s in charge of dinner!”

The door slams shut behind him, and you roll your eyes before turning back to your opened suitcase and pulling out a book. There’s a perfectly shaded spot beneath one of the trees along the water, and you fully intend to capitalize on the last few hours of daylight before the sun begins to set.

Minho is the only one outside when you exit the house, standing on the dock in a pair of green swim trunks. He waves at you cheerily before cannonballing into the lake, and you squeak as the resulting splash sends water splattering across the front of your shirt.

“Sorry!” he calls when he resurfaces, shaking his hair out like a wet dog.

You wave off his apology with a laugh, settling down onto the soft grass at the base of your chosen tree and opening up your book. The other boys trickle out of the house one by one, but you barely notice. It isn’t until a triumphant shout pierces the air that you finally glance up to see what’s causing all the commotion, your gaze immediately landing on Taehyung standing on the back steps of the house.

“Trust me,” he says, unbothered by his apparent tardiness. “You don’t want me to make dinner.”

Minho pulls a face and straightens up from where he’d been floating on his back. “You know, he kinda has a point there.”

Murmurs of agreement all around. Taehyung gives Jimin a smug smile, who scowls from where he’s sitting at the end of the dock, his bare feet dangling over the edge. “So what now? Do we have to play rock, paper, scissors again?”

“Nah, I’ll do it.”

Every head whips around to face Jungkook, yours included. He’s standing a short ways from where you’re sitting—his approach so quiet that you hadn’t even heard him arrive. The last time you checked, he’d been diving off the dock with Minho and Yugyeom, water pooling in his collarbones and dripping down the ridges of his taut abdomen each time he resurfaced.

Not that you’d been looking, of course.

“Really?” Jimin looks aghast at his best friend’s declaration. “You can cook?”

Jungkook scoffs in disbelief and plops down beside you, leaning back against the tree trunk. “Why does everyone in your family seem surprised by that?” he asks, his lip jutting out in a petulant frown. “Do I seem like someone who can’t cook?”

“Yes,” you tell him honestly, marking your page and letting the book fall shut. “Don’t take it personally, though. Men only learn how to cook in college when they have to start fending for themselves. And sometimes, not even then.”

The noise that leaves Jungkook’s mouth can best be described as disgruntled, but he doesn’t press any further. Instead, he peers over your shoulder to get a look at the cover of your book, mouthing the title to himself before glancing at you. “Haven’t I seen you reading this before?”

“Probably,” you admit. “It’s an old favorite.”

He hums, slouching back against the tree again, and when you look over, you see that both his eyes have fallen shut. With his mouth parted and his dark lashes resting on his cheeks, he looks years younger than he is—and so much more like the Jungkook you used to know.

“Tired?” you whisper.

“Long drive,” Jungkook whispers back, his head already beginning to loll. “Lemme sleep, Noona.”

Smiling to yourself, you return to your book and leave him to rest.

///

“So, what are you even planning to make?” Jimin asks, swinging his legs. He’s seated atop the kitchen counter, taking up the majority of what precious little space there is to begin with, and Jungkook sighs deeply as he’s forced to dodge around him yet again to peer into the refrigerator.

“You’ll see.”

“I don’t think you even know yet,” Taemin pipes up from the doorway. The other boys are in the living room playing Mario Kart, but Taemin and Jimin have selflessly pulled themselves away from the game to help their friend in the kitchen—or so they say. As far as you’re concerned, they’ve been nothing but a nuisance thus far, but you don’t voice that particular thought aloud.

“Ramen doesn’t count as making dinner,” Jimin points out snidely when Jungkook pauses too long next to the box of ramen packs. “Anyone can boil water. And you don’t get to add an egg and call it fancy, like you usually do.”

“My ramen is delicious, excuse you,” Jungkook retorts, pointing a spatula at him. “And that’s not even what I’m making, so fuck off.”

Jimin shrugs, but shuts his mouth nonetheless. You take the opportunity to throw some pork belly at him, the meat wrapped neatly in paper and tied off with twine. “Here,” you tell him. “You could at least make yourself useful and start grilling the meat.”

“Okay, mom,” your brother grumbles under his breath, hopping off the counter. He and Taemin head out to the back porch where the grill sits, and you join Jungkook at the stove where he’s staring thoughtfully at an empty pan.

“Try twisting the dial. I’ve heard that helps.”

Jungkook snaps out of his daze and turns to you. “Huh?”

“The stove. It won’t light itself, you know.”

Chuckling, Jungkook twists the dial as instructed, adding a drizzle of oil to the pan. As it heats up, he turns and selects a knife from the cutlery drawer. The sweet potatoes he’d insisted on purchasing are already washed and peeled, and you watch as he begins to slice them, your gaze automatically flitting down to his exposed forearms, his muscles flexing with every movement.

“Hey, Noona? Can you do me a favor?”

You blink, tearing your gaze from the branching veins lining his arms. “What?”

Jungkook, thankfully, doesn’t seem to notice your distracted state. “Can you put the rice in the microwave?” he asks, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Why?” you tease. “Are you still scared?”

“Of course not,” he retorts, but you don’t miss the wary look that flashes across his face when you plop the rice inside and go to punch in the cook time.

The remainder of the cooking goes smoothly. Jimin and Taemin return with the grilled meat, and Jungkook rebuffs your offer to set the table, leaving his position at the stove to lay plates and utensils down on the table himself. “I’m just about done, anyway,” he tells you, gesturing at the plate of glazed sweet potatoes on the counter. “Sit down and relax, Noona.”

“Fine,” you relent, taking a seat. Jimin takes the chair beside you, and Taemin plops down on his other side. Jungkook sits down just to your left once he’s finished laying out the food, and for a brief, insane moment, you almost think that he’s going to repeat what he’d done at his graduation dinner. But the dark-haired young man remains on his best behavior, keeping his hands to himself under the table, and you aren’t sure whether you’re grateful or disappointed.

The meal flies by in a flurry of laughter and conversation. Jungkook discovers that his glazed sweet potatoes have adhered to the plate, and sends everyone into hysterics when he promptly starts spinning it around like a steering wheel.

It’s a good night. And at the end of it, you go to bed warm and content, with a belly full of food and a smile on your face.

///

You awaken to the sound of chirping songbirds and gentle waves lapping at the shore the next morning, thoroughly rejuvenated after an undisturbed night’s sleep. Stretching your arms overhead, you yawn and bask in the comfort of your bed for a few more moments before getting up and heading to the bathroom, thankful that you don’t have to fight anyone for sink occupancy. The toilet seat is even down, which comes as a welcome surprise, all things considered.

Before long, you are back in your bedroom, rifling through the contents of your suitcase. Belatedly, you realize that you’ve packed only one swimsuit—and a bikini, at that. Cheeks warming, you pull the two pieces out, holding them up against your body. Has it always been this small? You don’t remember. All you know is that Jungkook has two fully functional eyes, and there’s no way that he won’t be looking at every inch of skin you choose to expose.

In the end, you settle on wearing the bikini beneath a flowy, floral kimono-style robe, tied at the waist to form a makeshift dress. The ensemble reaches just past your knees and is sheer enough to still show skin, but you no longer feel as self-conscious going out into the view of your companions and that’s a victory as far as you’re concerned. Checking your reflection one last time, you adjust your sash before opening the bedroom door and heading down the hall for some breakfast.

Unsurprisingly, the kitchen is empty when you walk in, tiptoeing past a still slumbering Taemin and Yugyeom on the pullout couch. You savor the quiet as you start up the old coffeemaker, pulling a mug from the cabinet and rinsing it out to get rid of any lingering dust. The weather app on your phone promises that it’ll be a clear, cloudless day, and a glance out the window confirms it. Silently, you debate whether or not to crack a window.

Your musings are interrupted by the arrival of Taehyung, his brown hair sticking up at all angles. Blearily, he trundles to the fridge and grabs the orange juice, seemingly two seconds away from chugging it straight from the carton before you clear your throat and push a clean glass toward him. You think you hear him mumble a thank you.

As the morning wears on, the others slowly begin to trickle in. Breakfast is a disorganized affair that leaves bread crumbs all over the counter, and nearly causes a fight when everyone seems to want their eggs cooked a different way.

“Look, if you wanted your egg soft-boiled, you should’ve made it yourself!” Jimin grouches to Taehyung, the t-shirt over his head muffling his words. Everyone else is already in the water, splashing about, but you’re seated on the end of the dock with your brother and Taehyung, who looks thoroughly unfazed behind his tinted sunglasses.

“Maybe if I knew how to soft boil an egg, I would have.”

“Google exists,” Jimin says, finally freeing himself from the shirt and tossing it aside.

Taehyung nods sagely. “Exactly. So why didn’t you use it?”

Jimin is beginning to look positively murderous, so when Minho swims over and taps your submerged ankle, you are beyond grateful for the distraction. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Are you gonna swim, or are you gonna sit onshore the whole time?” Minho asks, raking his wet bangs out of his eyes. “The water’s not even cold, so get in here.”

Pointedly, you wiggle your toes. “Feels pretty cold to me.”

“Okay, fine. It’s cold.” Minho grins. “But you get used to it.”

You sigh at his easy admission. “All men do is lie. How am I supposed to believe you?”

He raises a brow. “Do I need to pull you in and dunk you under?”

“I will kick you if you even try,” you tell him, standing up and shrugging off your robe. An audible hush falls as the gauzy material pools around your ankles—Jungkook stops wrestling with Yugyeom and trying to dunk him underwater, and Taemin pauses mid-splash, his hair drenched and dripping.

It’s Minho who breaks the silence first, letting loose a low whistle of appreciation. “Damn, {Name}.”

Jimin grabs a shoe from the pile on the dock and chucks it at him, hard. “Dude, that’s my fucking sister!”

“Ow! What the fuck, man, that’s my shoe!”

“Quit ogling my sister!”

“I’m not!” Minho yells, just as Jimin chucks the other shoe and hits him square in the mouth. “Okay, I’m not anymore. Sorry, okay?”

Once he’s sufficiently sure that Jimin is done attacking him, Minho turns to you. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. You know that, right?”

“I know,” you reassure him. “Honestly, it was kinda good for my self-esteem. And I don’t need you defending my honor, or whatever it is you think you’re doing,” you add, glancing over at your disgruntled brother.

“Men are pigs,” Jimin sniffs. “I won’t apologize.”

You ruffle his hair good-naturedly. “I know, Chim. You’re right.” Then your smile turns mischievous. “I won’t apologize for what I’m about to do, either.”

And then you grab him by the arm and drag him into the lake, the cold water submerging you in an instant and stealing the breath out of your lungs. You’re both gasping by the time you resurface, blinking water out of your eyes, and you squeal when Jimin takes the opportunity to splash you again.

Hours pass—the sun rising higher overhead. Around noon, Taehyung disappears inside the house and returns with an assortment of snacks and sandwich fixings, ushering everyone over for an impromptu lunch on the dock. You dip your feet into the water as you munch on a bag of chips, and Jungkook plops down beside you with a juice box in one hand and a ham sandwich in the other.

“Wanna go for a ride in the canoe after lunch?” he asks, jabbing a thumb back in the direction of the house. “I found it in the garage.”

You laugh. “Really? I thought for sure we got rid of that thing. Are you sure it hasn’t sprung a leak?”

Jungkook’s face crinkles into a grin. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see, huh?”

You grin back and raise your cup, the lemonade inside swishing around. “I’ll hang on to this, just in case I need to start bailing water out.”

Lunchtime winds down gradually. Jungkook polishes off his sandwich and trots off to fetch the canoe, waving off your offers to help before disappearing around the corner of the house. You watch him return a few minutes later from your seat on the end of the dock, resting your weight back on your hands and swirling your pruney toes in the water. He’s stripped off the loose white tee he’d donned during lunch, his golden skin cast in shadow by the canoe perched across his bare shoulders, and your gaze trails from his bulging biceps down to the ridges of his abdomen. The muscles flex with every step he takes, and you hastily take another sip of lemonade in an effort to combat the sudden dryness in your throat.

With a grunt, Jungkook comes to a stop at your elbow, heaving the boat into the water. The impact sends ripples across the lake and the butterflies in your belly into a frenzy, and you nearly fall off the dock when Jungkook touches your shoulder gently.

“Ready to go, Noona?”

You nod, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Jungkook holds the boat steady with one hand while offering you the other, and you gratefully grasp it as you step off the dock. The canoe rocks dangerously when Jungkook clambers in after you, but quickly steadies when he picks up an oar and jabs at the dock to push off into the lake. The glimmering expanse of blue water stretches before you, and you relax as you let your fingers dangle off the side of the boat, watching ripples form beneath your fingertips.

“I can help row,” you say after a few moments, casting a glance over at Jungkook. He’s settled into a rhythm now, the veins and tendons in his arm flexing with each movement, and you’re suddenly very aware of how close he’s sitting.

“You—” Jungkook says, fixing you with a playful stare, “—just enjoy the ride, yeah?”

Shaking your head, you smile and turn back around to admire the view. Sunlight reflects off the rippling water, lending a golden iridescence to the glittering blue depths. In the distance, the opposite shoreline rises up, crowned with rocky outcrops and majestic dark green pines.

With a start, you realize how far away you’ve gotten from the other boys. The shouts and laughter from the house are quickly fading into the background, and you nervously turn to look at Jungkook as he rows you even further.

“God, my dad would freak if he saw us right now,” you remark, trying to diffuse the sudden tension that’s settled. “I mean, we don’t even have life jackets. He’d lose his mind.”

Jungkook hums. He stops rowing, his hands stilling on the oars, and you’re just about to ask him what’s wrong when a warm hand glides up your thigh.

“You think you could maybe stop talking about your dad, princess?” Then he smirks. “Unless you’re into the whole daddy kink thing, because I’d be down to explore that at some point if you want—“

“Jungkook!” you hiss, scandalized.

“Yes?” the young man in question hums, his face the picture of innocence. It’s hard to muster up your vocabulary when he’s looking up at you with those wide doe eyes, but you somehow manage to prevail over your malfunctioning brain.

“We’re in public!” you whisper, glancing back at the shore where your brother and his friends have started an impromptu game of water polo.

Jungkook smirks crookedly at you. “Guess you better not scream too loud, then.”

And then, before you can open your mouth to protest—before you can even try to call his bluff—he’s slipped his hand into your bikini bottoms and found his way to your clit. Your entire body spasms when he presses into it experimentally, and the resulting snicker that escapes him is nothing short of infuriating.

“Careful,” he coos, laying his free hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing nonsensical circles into the soft skin. “Don’t wanna rock the boat, now.”

Then he returns his attention to your clit, pinching the nub just to watch you jolt in his grasp and soothing you with a gentle kiss to the knee afterward. Your skin warms beneath the plush of his lips, and the pleased smile that curves them is all the warning you get before he sheathes a single finger in your clenching core. “Jungkook—” you gasp, shoving uselessly at his bare shoulders, but you can’t keep the edge of desire out of your voice. You can’t hide the growing wetness between your legs either—wetness that he most certainly feels as he slips another finger inside, pumping into you with ease.

“God, look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on the way you clench around him. “So pretty like this. So pretty, getting fucked by my fingers. I could do this all day.”

“We—we don’t have all day,” you whisper. The last syllable dissolves into a moan as Jungkook eases a third finger into your cunt, and you scrabble to ground yourself when he picks up his leisurely pace. One hand settles on the edge of the boat, your fingernails digging into the wood, while the other finds Jungkook’s bicep. His arm flexes beneath your grip with each snap of his wrist, and you keen when he crooks his fingers just right and sends stars skittering across your vision.

He knows that you’re getting close. You can tell from the growing furrow between his brows and the hard set of his jaw, and you can tell that he won’t stop until he gets you off. Concentration etches across his face, and you gasp when his thumb finds your clit again.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook—”

“That’s it,” he rasps, digging deeper and thumbing roughly across your bundle of nerves. “Cum for me.”

And you do. With one final flick of his wrist, Jungkook sends you hurtling over the edge that he’s so effortlessly built, a cresting wave of pleasure overtaking your body and spreading through your veins. Your leg kicks out instinctively, rocking the canoe dangerously in the water, but Jungkook catches you by the ankle with his free hand and presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. He shifts his weight until you’re steadied once more, and only then does he ease his fingers out of you, raising them to his mouth to lick them clean.

“Think we can sneak away so I can fuck you properly?” he asks.

Your cheeks heat up at the lewd display, warming even more when his words register in your muddled brain. “Oh my god, Jungkook.”

“That’s exactly what you’ll be saying when I really get my hands on you,” Jungkook agrees. Flashing you a mischievous grin, he drops his hand over the edge of the boat, letting the turquoise water wash away any lingering fluids. “What do you think? The backseat of my car isn’t half bad…”

“I will literally push you into this lake,” you tell him, trying and failing to hide a disbelieving laugh. “Why are you such a perv?”

“You like it,” Jungkook defends immediately. “‘Sides,” he adds, casting a wary glance at the shore where Jimin and the others are still fully engrossed in their game, “I wanna kiss you while I fuck you. It’s not as good like this.”

At that, something dangerously close to affection blooms in your belly, winding its curious tendrils around your heart. Swallowing the feeling down, you pick up one of the oars instead, handing it over to him before hefting the other. “Come on,” you murmur. “They’re gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long.”

Jungkook hums. “Yeah. Probably.”

And then he raises the oar you just handed him, lifting it until the paddle covers both of your faces, and boldly plants a firm kiss on your mouth.

“I’ll row us back,” he declares casually when he pulls away, as if he hasn’t just stolen all the oxygen from your lungs. As if your lips aren’t burning where he’s kissed you, your cheeks hot beneath his gentle exhalations. As if you aren’t positively thrumming with the desire to pull him back in, and maybe take him up on his offer to fuck you in the backseat of his beat-up sedan.

“Yeah,” you say instead, your voice hoarse. “Let’s go.”

///

What few remaining hours of daylight you have, you decide to spend inside. Jungkook gets roped into the water polo match as soon as the two of you return to shore, and you take the opportunity to slip into the house and clean yourself up. Safely locked away in the bathroom, you strip off your damp bikini bottoms and toss them in the sink. The top follows, and you give both a quick wash, doing your best to ignore the remaining slick from your orgasm that stubbornly coats the material.

Once everything is washed and hanging up to dry, you step into the shower. Warm water soaks your hair and slides down your back, and you tilt your head back to let the spray wash your worries away, relishing in the rare moment of peace and quiet.

By the time you’ve toweled off and gotten dressed, you can hear the boys beginning to traipse back into the house. From what you can make out, they’re making dinner plans, and you poke your head out curiously when Jimin mentions you by name.

“What are you saying about me?” you ask, narrowing your eyes accusingly at your brother.

Jimin whirls around, his cherubic face a perfect picture of innocence. “Nothing! I was just talking about your fried rice and how good it is…”

“You’re trying to get me to make you dinner,” you sigh. “I knew it.”

“No, we’ll help!” your brother promises. “I swear, as soon as I get out of the shower, I’ll chop all the vegetables.”

“Sure you will,” you snort, brushing past him and heading for the kitchen.

Much to your surprise, the kitchen is already occupied when you arrive. Jungkook and Yugyeom are at the counter—the former poised with a knife at the ready, about to slice into an onion. The latter is digging through the cabinets, and both turn at the sound of your footsteps.

“Hey,” Yugyeom says. “You probably know where the bottle opener is, right?”

You nod. “Left of the sink, second drawer down.” Then you turn your attention to Jungkook, peering curiously over his shoulder. “What’s the onion for?”

“Dinner,” he replies, flashing you a crooked little smile. “We’re making fried rice, aren’t we?”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest and races to catch up, thumping erratically against your ribcage. It’s hard to ignore the warmth blossoming in your belly—near impossible to ignore the butterflies that have made a home there—but you somehow manage to school your expression into something passably neutral and busy yourself with the other vegetables on the counter. “I see Jimin got to you, too. Is the other cutting board clean?”

Jungkook nods, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the dish rack. “Washed it last night, yeah. It’s all yours, Noona.”

You hum and skirt around Yugyeom to grab the clean board and another knife. Chopping vegetables goes a lot faster with two people, and Yugyeom does his part by cracking open two bottles of beer and plunking one down next to each of you before opening a third for himself. “Hydrate,” he orders, and you roll your eyes before picking it up and taking a sip.

It doesn’t take long to finish making dinner. As promised, Jimin joins you as soon as he’s out of the shower, plucking the knife out of your hand and nudging you aside so he can finish cutting the vegetables. You fire up the stove and drizzle some oil into a pan, and smile when Taehyung brings you the container of leftover rice and a large serving bowl.

“You know what we should do?” Minho asks as you’re all sitting down to eat. Yugyeom’s opened more beers, and Jimin’s brought out the wine as well. Jungkook is spooning out fried rice for everyone, and you accept the bowl he hands you with a murmur of thanks before looking at Minho expectantly.

“What should we do?”

“Go to the beach,” he replies, tilting the remainder of his beer back into his mouth. “It’s only an hour away, isn’t it?”

“Closer to half an hour without traffic,” Jimin corrects. “But, yeah, we should go. That would be fun.”

By the time dinner is finished, you’ve finalized plans to drive down to the beach in the morning. “Remember, we’re leaving at ten,” you tell Jimin, elbowing him in the ribs. “That means you have to wake up before ten.”

“I know!” your brother whines, rubbing the spot where you elbowed him with a grimace. “Jeez, Noona. I’m good at waking up. It’s Jungkook and Tae you have to worry about.”

“Says the punk who takes hour-long showers,” you snark. “What are you gonna do when you have to pay your own water bills, huh?”

“Shower at your place,” he replies smugly. “You can’t turn me away. I’m your brother.”

“Please, that’s exactly why I can turn you away, you little mooch.”

“You love me!”

“Really? You wanna test that theory?”

The remainder of the evening passes in a blur of booze and board games, unearthed from the closet in the hall. Despite your collective agreement to go to bed early, it’s past midnight when you finally bid everyone goodnight and crawl underneath your covers. Shutting your eyes, you will your brain to settle and your limbs to relax, and you’re on the verge of drifting off when your phone suddenly buzzes. Lazily, you roll over and snatch the device off the nightstand, taking in the late hour before your eyes flit down to the new notification and go wide.

[1:02am] Jungkook: IMG_497

You freeze, thumb hovering just above the message. Even when your screen goes dark again, you can’t erase the sight of his name lighting up your phone, the attachment sitting there like a taunt. You shouldn’t open it. You can’t open it.

But curiosity gnaws at your belly, fraying the edges of your resolve. Slowly, you wake the screen, watching as Jungkook’s name fills it once more. You hesitate, bottom lip finding its way between your teeth.

And then your phone buzzes again, several times in quick succession.

[1:04am] Jungkook: i miss you, noona

[1:04am] Jungkook: miss your pretty face

[1:04am] Jungkook: miss how tight your pussy felt around my fingers

You drop the device as if scorched. It takes several moments to gather your wits again, but when you do, pick up your phone, clicking on his name and scrolling up to the attachment. In the darkness of your bedroom, you watch with bated breath as it downloads.

“Fuck.”

The expletive slips past your lips, unbidden, but you can’t help it. Jungkook stares out at you from the photograph illuminating your screen, his eyes hooded and his lips curled into a devious smirk. He’s in the shared bathroom between your bedrooms, and even though it’s dark inside, the flash of his camera is just enough to illuminate the distinctive palm tree patterned shower curtain behind him.

But, you aren’t focused on that.

No, your focus is zeroed in on the foreground of the photo, where you can perfectly make out the head of Jungkook’s cock, sticky and leaking copiously from between his fingers.

“Fuck,” you repeat, louder this time.

And as if reading your mind, another text flashes onto your screen.

[1:07am] Jungkook: wish your pretty little pussy was stretched around my cock right now, princess

You aren’t sure what possesses you to send the response you do, but your thumbs are moving before the more rational side of your brain can catch up and stop you.

[1:07am] You: why don’t you come over and make it happen then?

You’ve only just hit send when the bathroom door swings open, revealing Jungkook standing there in nothing but sweatpants. His face is illuminated in the stark white light shining from his screen, his eyes dark and his smirk even darker. Every movement drips with intent, from the way his lips quirk upward to the way he saunters over to join you on your bed, dropping his phone somewhere amongst the rumpled sheets. The room goes dark.

And then…

“Hey, princess.”

His lips are at your ear, hot breath caressing your cheeks and sending shivers down the length of your spine. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he joins you, a hand finding your bare thigh before sliding up to grasp your hip. Only an oversized t-shirt and a thin pair of cotton panties shield you from his roving fingers, and you can tell from the pleased curve of his mouth that he isn’t going to let either stand in his way. One hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, dancing along your ribcage, and you let out a breathy gasp when he trails up and skims along the soft skin just below the swell of your breasts.

“Been thinking about you all night, you know,” Jungkook whispers, pushing up your shirt and peppering kisses along every inch of newly revealed flesh. “Been thinking about how pretty you looked, cumming around my fingers, and how much prettier you’d look cumming around my cock.”

Your shirt is long forgotten by this point, tugged overhead and thrown carelessly over his shoulder. Jungkook hauls you closer, slotting himself between your spread legs, and you shiver when he presses the pad of his thumb against your clothed clit, the material uncomfortably damp as it clings to your folds.

“Jungkook—” His name escapes you in an airy whisper. “Please.”

Even in the darkness, you can see the satisfied, self-assured tilt of his lips. “Such a good girl for me,” he croons, leaning down to press a kiss to your waiting mouth. His free hand comes up to cup your cheek while the other remains between your legs, and you gasp sharply when he digs his thumb a little harder against your clit, circling the sensitive bud.

Jungkook seizes upon the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth with unrestrained ardor. Your panties are peeled away, the cottony material disappearing right alongside the pressure of his thumb, and the inadvertent whine that escapes you has him chuckling darkly in his throat.

“What is it, princess?” Jungkook rasps, his voice dipping several pitches. “You have to tell me what you want, remember?”

You clutch at his wrist weakly, tugging it back between your legs until he finally indulges you and resumes his lazy revolutions around your clit. “Want you,” you whisper. “Want you inside me.”

Jungkook lets out a pleased hum, rewarding you with a single finger that he slips into your sopping entrance, your juices aiding the smooth glide as he curls it up in search of the spot that’ll have you seeing stars. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No, it wasn’t,” you agree shakily. “But it looks like you are, so why don’t you let me help you out?”

Jungkook chuckles softly, his lips ghosting across the swell of your cheek. “Oh, yeah? And how exactly do you plan on helping me?”

Slowly, you reach down, letting your fingers graze the sizable bulge in his sweatpants. “You said it yourself, didn’t you? Me, stretched around your cock?”

A low groan escapes him when you give him a firm stroke, your fingers barely meeting around his length. “On your back,” he commands hoarsely, nudging you backward until you’re nestled into your pillows. Freeing his erection from the confines of his sweatpants, he settles comfortably between your spread legs, the mattress groaning in protest at the shift in weight.

“Wait,” you whisper, grabbing his wrist. “Did you hear that?”

His face scrunches in confusion. “Hear what?” he asks, as if he’s never heard that particular string of words before. “Are you sure it wasn’t just—”

He stops mid-sentence, and you both hear it again—the unmistakable creaking of bedsprings from next door. “Shit!” you hiss, scrambling back on the mattress until you’re nearly pressed against the headboard. “Oh, god. That’s Jimin. He’s going to kill you if he finds you in here—”

On the other side of the wall, the door to the shared bathroom opens, the light flickering on and illuminating the crack beneath your door. You hear your brother cursing sleepily under his breath as the toilet lid clatters open, and nearly shove Jungkook off the bed in your haste to get him out of your room.

“You have to go,” you whisper frantically, herding him toward the door that leads out into the hall.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls his pants back over his hips, and you can practically see him willing his erection to go away. “What am I supposed to say if he asks?”

“I don’t know! Pretend you were going for a glass of water or something!”

With a final push, you shove him out of your bedroom, leaning against the door with a relieved sigh when it clicks shut behind him. You hear Jungkook shuffle off just as Jimin flushes, and cast a prayer up to any deities that may exist as you listen to him wash his hands. And it seems your prayers are answered, as quiet descends over the house once more. Off in the distance, you think you hear Minho snoring.

Letting out another sigh, you return to bed, crawling beneath the covers and getting comfortable. And when sleep finally takes you, you dream of Jeon Jungkook.

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solastia · 4 years

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Sanctuary | 1

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Summary: Your bed & breakfast has a new regular...Jeon Jungkook of BTS

A/N: So, yes it’s going to be a bit cheesy. Yes, it’s cliche. Yes, there’s a typical noona plot that’s a running theme for Jungkook. But this was literally requested and I decided that I wanted to try my hand at it. Let me know what you think. This first chapter is a little dry, imo, but it’s just a building chapter so hopefully you stick with it. Also, yes, they are speaking in Korean. I am not going to write in romanized because I hate that, and I’m not going to type in Korean then post translations at the end because I also hate that. Just imagine they are speaking in Korean to each other lmao.

There had been no warning that your life was about to change. No unusual weather, no ambiguous fortune in a tasteless cookie, no strange feeling swirling in your gut. You’d gotten up at your usual time, eaten your usual bowl of cereal while catching up on your emails since you didn’t have any guests to cook for, and now you were taking the dog for a walk - all without a speck of difference from the numerous days before.

This was why you were so unprepared to see huge frightened eyes pleading you for something from behind your enormous mountain lilac shrub once you’d arrived back to your bed & breakfast. So unprepared that you let out an undignified squeal and nearly slipped right onto your ass.

Your golden retriever, Thor, was surprisingly calm and simply sniffing at the person with his tail wagging slightly. Of course, he was literally trained for this as he was your emotional support animal. He was most likely waiting for the person to give him permission to come closer.

“What are…” you began to question, only to be interrupted by the strange sound of multiple running feet and the high-pitched screaming of a group of people.

A terrified whimper came from the violet-flowered shrub when the voices got closer, and you began to see pieces of the puzzle coming together.

“Guard,” you whispered to Thor, who quickly turned and plopped down in front of the bush, blocking the person from anyone’s sight.

The group finally rounded the corner and you were shocked to see a huge crowd of mostly females with one or two guys, all wild-eyed and panting from running. One of them, a young girl with a camera looped around her neck and what looked like a BT21 hoodie, spotted you and waved.

“Excuse me! Have you seen a guy run past here? Tall with brown hair, wearing a black face mask and a black hoodie?”

You pretend to think. “Oh, him? Yeah, I just saw him get into a cab. Said he was going to Passionfish, I think.”

The girl’s face lights up. “Oh!! The restaurant! Maybe he’s meeting up with the rest of the guys! Thanks!”

“No problem. What’s the big deal though? He steal something?”

She giggles, the shrillness piercing your ears. “As if he would. I guess you’re too old to know, but he’s famous. I’m totally going to get him to see me and I bet he’ll want to talk to me.”

Ah. One of those.

“Oh, cool. Good luck with that.”

The herd runs off, their ringleader now talking on the phone and probably trying to get a ride to the restaurant. You shake your head and head towards the bush, patting Thor on the head for a job well done.

“I think it’s safe to come out now.”

It takes a few seconds but you finally hear a rustling as the person works their way out of the branches and…

Oh.

Oh wow.

You’d thought your bush dweller to be any number of things. A punk hiding from someone he stole from. Someone getting bullied. Maybe some random famous golfer that stupidly walked too far away from his entourage.

Instead, you had Jeon Fucking Jungkook standing there looking bashful and ethereally beautiful next to the purple flowers like he’d just walked straight out of one of your dreams. Jeon Jungkook looking down at you with his hair being gently ruffled by the ocean air, his face mask drawn past his chin so you can see him clearly. Jeon Jungkook in front of your house in Pacific Grove of all places.

You sneakily pinch yourself, hissing as your nails dig into your skin.

Okay, so you’re not dreaming.

“Thank you,” he says softly, his voice somehow even higher whenever he speaks English.

You clear your throat and bust out your admittedly rusty Korean, bowing slightly.

“You’re welcome. Are you alright?”

His face lights up and he nods briskly. “Yes. You speak Korean?”

“Enough. I’m not the most fluent, but I taught English there for three years after college. I know enough to get by.”

The long breath he releases speaks of soul-deep relief, as though you’d just personally taken away all of his worries.

“Can I use your phone? I lost mine when I was running and I got lost and couldn’t figure out where the fuck to go...I mean. Sorry.”

You smile reassuringly, “It’s cool. I totally understand. I would have freaked too if I was being chased down by a bunch of crazies and couldn’t speak the language needed to get help. Where’s your security?”

He scratches his head sheepishly, grinning a little. “Ah, I guess you know who I am if you’re asking about that.”

You shrug and pet Thor, since he kept rubbing against you and whining.

“Yeah, I saw you around while I was living there and you guys are literally everywhere now so it’s a little difficult not to know. Don’t worry, I’m not nuts and I don’t plan on telling anyone where you are or that you were even here.”

He nods in thanks, “Sometimes they let me go out without security to just sight see and stuff, you know. Take some pictures and eat some food without a bunch of people watching me. I didn’t expect so many to recognize me here.”

“I’m a little surprised too, to be honest. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but you can see that he’s still reeling.

“Anyway, come inside and you can hide out and call whoever you need to call. My name is Y/N, by the way. And yes, I’m older than you. You can call me noona if that makes you comfortable.”

You walk towards the house, suddenly curious what he thinks of it. You probably shouldn’t care if he likes it or not, but you’ve put your everything into this place. You were proud of all the work you’ve done - most of it by your own hand, even. You’d painted the walls ivory, set the stone walkway, painted and installed the sky blue shutters. Even every flower in the now blooming garden was carefully planted and grown by you.

“Welcome to Sanctuary,” you grin and open the front door for him, waving him ahead of you. He steps inside and Thor rushes past you both to head towards the backyard, probably to see if the bone he was working on earlier was still there. You shake your head and close the door behind you, slipping out of your sandals in the entryway.

You smile to yourself as you watch him kick off his shoes and set them off to the side, something you’d gotten used to doing yourself in Korea, but no other guest here has ever bothered.

You observe him as he looks around curiously, judging his every expression. So far, so good. He’s probably gotten used to high-class digs these days, but you knew your place was nice enough. It was made for comfort.

He sniffs as he looks around, his nose wiggling in a way makes you want to call him a bunny. But you don’t want to get punched so soon after meeting him, so you restrain yourself.

“Smells nice in here.”

“Thanks. It’s my own blend that I put together for this place. A bit of the ocean, a few homey baking scents...it’s an odd combo but works for the area.”

You don’t mention that you like the way he smells. A little fruity, a little powdery...it was nice.

“Oh, uh, here’s my phone. I unlocked it for you. Just relax here in the front parlor and I’ll get you something to drink. You want water, coke? Beer? I dunno...whisky?”

He giggles and accepts the phone. “Coke is fine. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You head to the kitchen and leave him to his business, wondering if you should bring him snacks too. If you busted out your supply of banana milk and banana kicks it would probably reveal that you knew way too much about him. You settle on bringing him a plate of cookies that you’d made the night before.

You hum to yourself as you walk back to the parlor, catching him just as he’s saying goodbye to whoever he was talking to. He accepts the coke with a nod and grins as soon as he sees the plate of cookies, his impossibly wide eyes growing even larger as he looks them over. He grabs one and takes a huge bite, munching happily.

“By the way, I fixed your wallpaper.”

You startle and glance at him curiously, trying to remember what it had been. Oh…

“Yugyeom, really?”

He shakes his head at you teasingly and tosses you the phone. He’s changed the wallpaper to himself. A selfie, actually, with your window that faced the ocean sitting in the background.

“Hey, he’s adorable, okay?”

Jungkook snorts and grabs another cookie, settling into the grey couch with a sigh.

“My manager will be here in a little while to pick me up. Thanks again.”

“It’s really no problem.”

“So, you work here by yourself or…?”

“I own the place, actually. I saved up most of my pay when I was abroad and put it together with some loans and what I managed to save up over the years. Poured pretty much everything into this place. It’s modest compared to what else you can find around here, but I love it.”

He nods, “It’s nice. It feels safe here.”

You smile happily, “That’s what I’m going for. Hence the name.”

“Where did you live in Korea?”

“Busan, actually.”

He excitedly blurts out, “That’s where I’m from!”

You snort, “I know. I actually taught at Baekyang middle school. Every class liked to remind me that “Jungkook went here, did you know that.” Drove me crazy.”

He laughs, shaking his shaggy hair. “What’s your favorite place there?”

You thought for a moment. “Probably Dadaepo beach. I liked to go make a whole day of it and go bird-watching, have a picnic on the beach, just relax. I liked that it wasn’t as packed as the other places. Reminded me of my favorite place here at home, actually, so I’d usually go whenever I felt a little homesick.”

He nods, “I know the place. I like to go there and draw, sometimes. Not that I’m home much, anymore.”

“Can I ask what you’re doing here, of all places?”

He shrugs, “We were doing some work with an artist that lives around here. I can’t say what. I had some free time today, so I went exploring. I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium because I heard they have sharks, but they didn’t. I was told I could get some good shots of the ocean here, though.”

“Ah, the great white. Poor dude died awhile ago. They still have tiger sharks and stuff, but I get it. As for pictures, try Lover’s Point Park. Best place for that, despite the name,” you laugh.

He grins and nods, taking a sip of his drink. The two of you fall into silence as you wait for his ride. You feel maybe a tad bit shy and awkward, but not too bad. He seems perfectly content sitting there, swaying side to side as though it’s impossible for him to sit still.

Thor finally comes back from his trip to the backyard, heading straight for Jungkook. He stops right in front of him and waits patiently. Jungkook smiles and holds out his hand, which Thor takes as permission to come near. He immediately plops his head onto Jungkook’s thighs, his tail wagging crazily.

“He’s so nice. What’s his name?”

“This is Thor,” you answer with a smile. “Man, he really likes you.”

Jungkook giggles and scratches Thor’s ear.

Suddenly, there’s a frantic knock on the front door. You frown slightly, sad that this has to end so quickly. You feel like you just came off as some boring old lady without a single interesting thing to say, despite the fact that you were only a few years older than him. Hardly ancient and not even near enough thirty to start panicking yet. You supposed, in the end, it doesn’t really matter. You’d never see him again. His group never even has concerts anywhere near you, so really, it doesn’t matter if you were memorable or not. You managed to give him some help when he needed it and that was enough.

He stood up slowly and shuffled towards the door, ignoring it when the knock came again. He sighed and stuffed his feet into his shoes and turned to you with a small smile.

“Thank you for your help, noona. I really appreciated it. I won’t let Manager Sejin in because I know he’ll try to make you sign stuff, but I trust you.”

“Oh, if you want me to sign something, I will.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. I always feel weird making people do that anyway.” The knocking grows louder, making Jungkook frown at the door. “Guess I really need to go.”

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you, Jeon Jungkook.”

He grins and holds out his hand, his larger one engulfing yours completely when you accept his handshake. He bows over your connected hands.

“It was nice meeting you too, Y/N.”

He finally opens the front door himself, and you catch a glimpse of the famous Manager Sejin before Jungkook is dragging him down your stone pathway towards a tinted black SUV. You stand in the open doorway, leaning against the frame as you watch him climb in and roll down the window. He waves enthusiastically at you, smiling so much his eyes do the crinkle on the sides that never fails to make your heart flutter. You wave back despite Sejin watching you closely. You watch as the car pulls away, waiting until the last flicker of black is gone before shutting your door and leaning against it.

So...that just happened.

Your mind was trying hard to process everything. You couldn’t really figure out how you were supposed to feel. If you were some crazy fangirl you’d probably be screaming right now, but that didn’t feel right. Still...your heart was beating insanely fast, and your hands were still shaking. You’d hidden it fairly well while Jungkook had been here, but you’d gotten pretty good about hiding your anxiety over the years.

You wander back to your parlor and drop into the high-backed recliner that was your favorite, Thor promptly running over and laying his head onto your lap. You slowly comb your hands through his fur and try to calm down, focusing on your breathing and Thor’s comforting presence.

Once you were calm enough, you head to your office and lose yourself in busy work. Even though you didn’t have any guests at the moment, you still had plenty of future bookings to prepare for, and there was always paperwork to do.

You’d managed to not think about him or what had happened for a whole three hours, until your message tone beeped and you looked at your phone. There was that selfie again, with his cute smile and happy v sign...and a message from a “JK.”

JK: Hi, Y/N Noona! I sent myself a message earlier so I could thank you properly. They tracked down my phone for me! What can I do for you? Tickets? Signed something?

You: I don’t need anything. Just stay safe.

JK: I’m going to figure something out on my own then! And you can’t complain!

You: You’re very stubborn ._.

JK: I know ;)

Jk: I have to go. Hyung’s are giving me the look. Goodnight! Pet Thor for me.

You: Will do. Night.

You sigh and set down your phone, patting your cheeks, surprised and yet not to find that they are burning. You’re blushing like a middle schooler over a couple of meaningless messages! Most likely he would forget all about you by tomorrow, knowing how hectic his life is. You didn’t blame him for that, but it was sweet that he was so insistent on thanking you for something any decent person would do.

You ruffle your hair and head to the kitchen to make dinner. It was best to just get back into your routine and move on with your life. There was no chance you’d ever see Jeon Jungkook again.

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