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blu-joons · 2 years

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Holding Your Baby For The First Time ~ Jackson Wang

A quick thanks came from both of you as the door to your delivery suite closed, with the midwifes checking over everything to make sure that the two of you could be left alone, with Jackson immediately pulling his chair across closer towards you.

His hand reached out straight away to brush over the top of your daughter’s head as she rested on your chest. He was in awe as he studied her, struggling to believe that something so small was his, and for the rest of his life too.

“Isn’t she just the sweetest?” You asked Jackson as your eyes watched over him and the delicate touch that he had as he brushed over her head.

“My heart has never felt so full,” Jackson whispered in reply.

From the moment he found out that you were pregnant, Jackson had had a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait for it all, and now that your daughter had finally arrived, he couldn’t wait for the many adventures that the three of you were about to go on.

It had been the best and the worst time of his life watching you in labour. There were plenty of times when Jackson wanted to help you, take the pain away, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t wait for her to arrive, getting more and more excited with every passing minute though.

“Look at how perfectly she fits with you too,” Jackson laughed as his eyes continued to stare, “I can’t believe how incredible you are, you were amazing Y/N.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you quickly assured Jackson.

His head shook back across at you, he knew that you were tough enough to do it yourself. He had wanted to do more if anything, make sure that you knew that he was there.

“I’ve had her for quite a while,” you told Jackson as you brought your hand up to rest against her back. “Do you want to hold her for a little while? She can’t spend the rest of the day on me, she needs to be with you too.”

“Are you sure?” Jackson quizzed, the confidence draining out of him as he reminded himself once again of just how small your daughter was on you.

Your head nodded as you slowly sat yourself upright, placing both of your hands onto your daughter to bring her properly into your hold. Jackson pulled himself even closer to you as he held his arms out, allowing you to slowly place your daughter into his hold.

“You’ve held a baby before, you’ve got this,” you told him as a sharp intake of breath came from him as soon as he felt your daughter touch him, worried that something bad might happen.

Jackson took a deep breath in as your arms slowly let her go, leaving her just in Jackson’s hold. “There feels like there’s so much more responsibility when you’re holding your child,” Jackson told you, shuffling back in his chair slightly.

Despite how nervous he was, he soon settled, staring down at your daughter with a wide smile on his face. It was the moment that Jackson had dreamt of several times whilst you were pregnant, impatiently waiting for the day when he’d be able to hold his daughter for the first time and let her know exactly who he was and how much he loved her.

You expected nothing less from Jackson as he looked across to you momentarily. “How does it feel to finally hold your daughter for the first time?”

“Surreal,” he chuckled, keeping his voice nice and quiet to make sure that he didn’t disturb her sleep. “I’ve pictured this so many times, and yet not a single dream that I’ve had compares to just how magical it actually feels to finally be able to hold her.”

You pushed yourself further up your bed too to be able to sit properly in front of the two of them. “I wish we could just stay like this together; I don’t think I’ve ever seen your smile as wide as it is right now holding onto her.”

His heart was racing, feeling as if he needed someone to pinch him to make sure that what was happening was really real. He couldn’t believe it, no matter how many times he looked at your daughter, it all still felt as if it was far too good to be true for Jackson.

“You’re never going to let her go now, are you?” You asked Jackson, noticing the obsession in his eyes.

His head shook back across at you straight away, “I don’t plan on ever letting her go. Even when she’s an adult, no boy will ever get to hold onto her.”

“You can’t hold her forever, even though you’d like to Jackson.”

His eyebrows raised across at you, making sure that you weren’t doubting him. During the many times when he spoke to your bump whilst cuddled up to you, he made sure that they knew that he was going to protect them.

“I’ve done a good enough job of protecting you,” he proudly smiled, “protecting my daughter should be the easiest job in the world.”

Your smile grew as Jackson spoke, refusing to underestimate just how protective he could be when he wanted to. He wasn’t wrong, he had always kept you safe, keeping his arm wrapped around you as much as he possibly could, especially when he began to worry that you were going to get hurt by something, or even worse, someone.

“You look like a natural by the way,” you spoke as silence fell between the two of you. “If you want my opinion, then you’ve definitely got the hot dad aesthetic well and truly down, the two of you look adorable together.”

Another quiet laugh came from Jackson, “I probably look exhausted Y/N, I’ve not slept in three days worrying about you going into labour. My hair has never felt as knotty, and my face probably makes me look ten years older.”

“It’s good preparation for all the sleepless nights that are about to come our way,” you teased, “if you think it’s bad now, you just wait for a week or two.”

“I have a feeling I’ll survive,” Jackson replied to you, “mainly because I’m already finding it pretty impossible to say no to this face. I mean look how cute she is, it’s unfair that someone can already look so adorable when they’ve only been here for an hour.”

You couldn’t deny that your daughter was sweet, although the two of you might be a little bias, even the midwifes had given the two of you plenty of compliments too.

“You know if you want to rest after everything, I can keep an eye on Y/D/N,” Jackson told you as he watched you shuffle.

You couldn’t deny that you were exhausted, everyone had told you to prepare for labour, but you had never prepared yourself for just how hard it was. The only thing that kept you going was Jackson beside you, who never let you get yourself down once.

“All she’s doing is sleeping, that’s what you should be doing too after how hard you’ve worked over the past couple of days,” Jackson assured you. “If anything happens, or one of the midwifes comes back in then I’ll make sure to wake you, I won’t let you miss out on anything if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Your head nodded as you began to rest back, “are you sure that you’re going to be alright if I close my eyes for a while?”

“Of course. The two of us will be just fine.”

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accursedhex · 2 years

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𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚? — 4:57 𝘢𝘮.

You were almost certain that neither of you knew what it was you were even cackling about at this moment. The slap of rubber soles upon pavement followed your vocalizations of whimsical exuberance and his rasped voice that urged the both of you forward with a single word to begin your race, “Run.”

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, as well as a generous amount of alcohol. Perhaps challenging each other to a duel of tolerance levels wasn’t the best idea for that evening, especially since his weapon of choice had been a hefty bottle of tequila. Considering the pair of you had ended up lost from your group of companions and somehow lost on the other side of town from where your night of fun had originally begun.

The vendor you had left far behind still waved his arms frantically about, spewing obscenities and various mentions of law enforcement. But at the moment, neither of you cared. Giggling only increasing the further apart you became from the heavyset man that made no other attempts to pursue but continued to spout nonsense that fell of deaf ears.

In all fairness, there wasn’t a hint of malice behind this poorly pulled stunt. Dining and dashing was not something you made a normal occurrence in your life. But after gorging yourself on the greasiest and most delicious street food you could ask for, both you and your friend’s faces dropped in horror to find your wallets tragically misplaced.

“Jackson!” you panted, throat ragged as you fought to find your breath as you both bolted from the scene of your impromptu crime, “Slow down dammit. I... Oh god, I think I’m gonna hurl.”

He howled in response, the grasp on your hand finally dropped as he hooted and hollered his victory, as the two of you were now a safe distance away from the vendor. Finding yourselves now staggering about a riverside walkway. The lamps which lined the paved path shone overhead, illuminating his features. The apples of his cheeks completely flushed and prominent as he beamed, quite pleased with himself.

“Does that mean I win our bet?” He pranced around you as you desperately tried to find your bearings, haunched over, hands on your knees to keep yourself from plopping onto the ground.

Swatting at him unsuccessfully, it was as if you were moving in slow motion as he narrowly dodged the halfhearted attack. Limber on his feet as usual, you sent him an annoyed glare, a huff escaping you, “You do not, I just wasn’t ready to run.”

“Someone’s out of shape,” chortles he, though he had to take a moment himself to swallow harshly. There was no way he wasn’t as parched as you were at this moment.

“Ugh...” you groaned, fanning your face, “Shut up... damn, I think I ate too much though.”

“Me too actually,” earning you another amused chuckle from your friend before a brief silence overtook the scene. Devoid of words, the late night symphony was put on blast in addition to your breathless panting.

The sound of rubber on asphalt, the occasional honk of a disgruntled driver, water gently splashing against the concrete walls. Sirens that echoed throughout the depths of the forest of buildings shrouded together, laughter of a lone couple, wood grating against cement and the rumble of wheels following as a small group glided about on their skateboards.

There was a odd sort of peace to be derived from the scene before you as you were finally able to stand up straight now having caught your breath. The both of you seemed to settle comfortably into the ambiance, leisurely leaning against the railing overlooking the water. Watching the twinkling lights of the staggered building glimmering in the ripples of the dark, swollen body of the river.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had been to relieved as you were right now, stood side-by-side with Jackson as you both drank in the scenery. Your gaze tracing over his defined features as he seemed transfixed on the hypnotizing rhythm of the water and its twinkling reflection of lights.

“Thank you,” you murmur, eyes practically half closed as you meet his eyes once her turns to you.

His look is somewhat quizzical, cocking his head to the side, reminiscent of a curious pup.

“What for?” questions he, inadvertently leaning closer in his search for an answer. Straining to see it in your hazy eyes as you subconsciously mimicked his actions.

“For keeping me company.”

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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Prince Peach

Summary: Jinyoung was just trying to make himself something to eat and here you come with your bullshit.

Rating: PG16

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Paring: Husband!Jinyoung x GN Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Light Hearted Threats (who doesn't love those), Domestic!Jinyoung

Word Count: 259

Jinyoung stood at the counter, a knife in one hand while the other held a leaf of lettuce, frozen in place. His mind was racing, as your words echoed loudly in his head.

"W-What did you just say to me?"

From your seat at the kitchen table you laughed seeing that your statement had some kind of effect on your loving boyfriend who had been teasing you just moments ago. He was in the middle of making himself a sandwich and you asked him to make you one as well. Plus he looked really good in his light wash jeans, you couldn't help yourself when he told no teasingly.

"You heard me. I'll squeeze your ass so hard that you'll feel it in your balls."

Jinyoung set the knife in his hand down on the counter along with the lettuce leaf before he slowly turned around to face you. You smirked at him and made a grabby motion with your hands making Jinyoung frown.

"If you touch me like that, babe-" Jinyoung crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes as he flexed his muscles, "- I can promise you won't like the repercussions."

You raised an eyebrow and licked your lips before you folded your fingers together and rested your chin on top. "Sounds like a good time to me, Prince Peach."

Jinyoung scarfed at the nickname and gave you the middle finger before he turned back around. You laughed loudly, knowing that you had won this round and Jinyoung sighed. This is who he married, huh?

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spacequokka · 1 year

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JB.one

Prompt: “Come over here and make me.”

Being a brat was kind of your job. You were supposed to resist his orders and disobey, right? And you’d be damned if you didn’t do it well. Because right now, Jaebeom was staring at you with his tongue tucked in his cheek, eyebrows pinched together as you rubbed BamBam’s thigh.

BamBam wasn’t even paying attention. Something on his phone was more important. But it didn’t matter. Jaebeom saw you, and that’s all that mattered.

Jaebeom crossed his arms and slouched a little more. “Hey, _____. You’re being a bad girl.”

“Oh, am I?” You licked your lips and leaned closer to BamBam, finally getting his attention.

“You must want me to punish you. Hands off,” Jaebeom sat up, “or I’ll put you over my knee.”

BamBam stiffened. “Uh, should I leave?”

“No, no.” You patted his thigh before giving it a squeeze. “You’re fine.” You pecked his cheek, then looked at Jaebeom. “Come over here and make me.”

Jaebeom didn’t bat an eye, rising from his chair. “Gladly.”

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mxillusion · 2 years

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All your fault.

➝ pairing: kim yugyeom x reader (ft. jackson wang)

➝ words count: 2.8k +

➝ genre/warnings: bestfriend!AU; angsty fluff; cursing, insult names

➝ summary: You just agreed to go on a date with the baddest of bad boys in town, only to find out how unpleased your best friend would be about it. Yet you end up going anyway, not knowing that this decision would turn your life upside down.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N."

Eyeing your reflection in the mirror, you spun around a few times, fastidiously checking yourself from every possible angle. Blissfully ignoring your best friend's scepsis simply because you didn't want to hear about it.

"Why not? He actually likes me. And I -- somewhat like him." Surprising yourself, you sounded way more convincing than you thought you would. However, you badly wanted this to work out, so you had no choice but to be optimistic about it. It just had to add up somehow.

"He doesn't like you, Y/N. He wants to hook the fuck up with you." He plopped onto his bed, an inaudible sigh escaping his lips. Yugyeom was still hoping for you to change your mind, even though he knew you well enough to know better. Once you set your mind on something, it is nearly impossible for anyone to persuade you otherwise. "Don't you think you can find someone better?"

Yugyeom never made any secret about the fact of disliking the other guy. In fact, he hated him more than words could tell. Within the shortest time, he realized Jackson had a thing for you since he became aware of how the other looked at you every goddamn time. It was infuriating.

"Someone better than Jackson fricking Wang? You have to be kidding," you giggled. He was simply star-prize, considering the fact that every girl in this forsaken town had a crush on him. Being the handsome guy he was, Jackson also had the exemplary bad-boy image. He was absolutely aware of all his fangirls, infallibly knowing he simply had to flick his fingers to get what he wanted from them. Other guys either hated or worshipped him. There was no in-between.

Yugyeom clearly was part of the first branch. Why did this jack-ass have to cast an eye on you, of all people? His very best friend, the girl who belonged to him already? Okay, if he was being honest with himself, you weren't precisely his girl, but still. He had to protect you from getting your heart broken by such a pea brain.

"You could do so much better," he muttered, more to himself than you, but you sensate it anyway. Trying to act like you haven't heard him, you checked your mirror image one last time.

Satisfied with what you took in, you whirl around to face your best friend. "Okay, I'm ready. Wish me luck?" Glaring at Yugyeom, you just hoped he would end up accepting your decision to go on a date with Jackson.

Yugyeom got up on his feet again, steadily approaching you, to come to a still right in front of you. "I can't make you change your mind, right?"

You slightly smiled at him, shaking your head in silence.

"Good luck then," he mumbled, trying his best to return that smile of yours. His giant frame almost entirely wrapped around yours once he pulled you into a hug. Arms twisted around your waist, Yugyeom was holding you close, almost as if he didn't want to let you go. The tip of his nose hiding in your cherry fragrantly hair, he closed his eyes, trying to calm the fuck down again.

"Just don’t -- I mean, be careful, will ya? Don't rush anything just because you think you have to," he added in all seriousness, making you giggle in amusement.

"It's not my first date, Yug. I know what I'm doing," you assured, trying to let go of him while he still held you close. For a split second, it felt weird being this near to him. Were you imagining things, or was he acting whimsically?

"O-kay... but call me if you need to, okay? I'll be there in no time, beating his ass up if I need to."

You chuckled, freeing yourself from him to pinch his cheek. "You're too cute. Thanks for worrying about me, but you really need to chill out."

The constrained smile on his face washed away at your words. Cute? He was fucking worried about you and simply couldn't handle the thought of you being touched by Jackson. Or any other guy. In fact, he felt sick thinking about it, unable to take his mind off of this picture in his head.

Later that night, you being gone for hours at this point, he was going crazy about you. Yugyeom couldn't think straight anymore, rambling around in his room. He couldn't help but think of you two, hiding in a dark alley, making out with each other, hips grinding against one another, Jackson‘s toxic lips all over your neck. Every attempt to distract himself ran dry, only making him lose his mind even more.

He realized he should've never let you go in the first place. But how the hell could he have done that without blurting out how he actually felt for you at this point? Did he have a choice? The thought of you being with someone else was killing him. Said someone being Jackson only made it unbearable.

His thorax was on fire, a dreadful pain spreading all over his body, almost making him throw up. There was no way he would sit this out. He had to do something. Anything.

The next second, Yugyeom was rushing out of his apartment, jumping into his car to kick off the engine. Tires screeching, he pulled out of the driveway to zoom away, exactly knowing where he would find you.

Reaching his destination fifteen minutes later, he almost fell out of his car, his long legs striding along to enter the location hurriedly. Yugyeom's eyes darted around, only to spot you sitting in a booth at the corner of this location. Jackson's arm wrapped around your shoulders to hold you close to him, his lips brushing your ear while he purred something into your ear, making you giggle.

Yugyeom felt sick again. This time he actually had to choke unintentionally. How could he have let you go? You just belonged to him!

Making a bee-line for you, he was standing right at your booth within no time, catching your attention immediately. Your heart dropped into your guts as you glanced at him, perceiving the worried expression on his face.

"Yug?" you voiced, making the other look up to him as well. "What are you doing here?"

Trying to catch his breath, he was eyeing both of you for a moment. Apparently, he was interrupting something, yet he only felt relieved for not walking in on you actually making out. Otherwise, his heart would have been shattered into tiny little pieces.

"Can I -- talk to you for a second?" Without awaiting an answer, he reached for your palm, making you raise up in one swift movement. You tripped over his shoes, almost stumbling into Yugyeom's arms unwittingly.

Jackson jumped up from his seat, trying to stare the other down. "Get lost," he hissed between clenched teeth, his jawline twitching aggressively.

"It's okay. I'll be right back, okay?" You placed your hand on his chest, trying to calm him down. "Why don't you get another round for us while I sort this out?"

Jackson blinked at you, apparently calming down a little. "Sure thing, babe. Don't make me wait for too long, tho!"

Yugyeom rolled his eyes at the other, pulling you in his direction on your wrist. "Yeah, just rot here while waiting for her. Babe!" he grumbled at Jackson, giving him no time to reply anything. Soon after, he left the location with you tripping right behind him.

"What the hell?" you beefed, breaking away from Yugyeom's tight grip. "Did you lose your goddamn mind?"

He gave off an audible sigh, turning around to face you with a self-mocking smirk on his lips. "Probably," he shortly replied before he spun around again.

You blinked in confusion, unsure of what was happening here. Yugyeom seemed different tonight; something was definitely off.

His tall silhouette wandered around on a small spot, seemingly arguing with himself in silence. Slender fingers ran through his onyx-black hair, messing it up. His owner most likely couldn't care less since he was busy with whatever chaos was going on in his head right now.

"Yugyeom-ah!" you whined, taking a step towards him. "Tell me what the fuck you're doing here. Now!"

He lowered his head, black hair strains falling into his face while he closed his eyes, smirking to himself anew in order to bite his lower lip. The bright moonlight turned this simple act into an extraordinarily lewd scene, causing your mind to spin for a second. No doubt, Yugyeom was a magnificent human being, but he was your best friend after all. You plainly shouldn't find him... sexy. However, your knees got a little weak while glancing at him at this very moment.

"Just come home with me," he finally spoke. His lowered gaze, brows furrowed, causing the heart inside your ribcage to flutter. "Let's get outta here, Y/N."

"Home? Now?" Searching for the right words inside your head, you opened your mouth again to close it a few seconds after. "But -"

"I really don't care about that ass-head," he grumbled, his palm pointing in Jackson's direction. "Let's just -- leave."

"Well, I care about him tho!"

Yugyeom chuckled while shaking his head. "No, you don't."

Baffled by his words, you blinked uncontrollably. "What?"

"To be honest, I really thought you liked him. I had no idea what you saw in him, like, literally, no clue. But I just don't believe you actually care about him. I just can't." Taking yet another step towards you, he was gaining some confidence again. "And if you're being honest with yourself, you know I'm right."

Unable to reply in any way, you just glanced at him. You blushed under his intense gaze in order to look away at some point.

"We both know you deserve better."

Suddenly your heart was beating a lot faster, even though you tried to deny it was caused by your best friend, who was incidentally messing with your head at this point.

"I'll be fine, Yug." Your shaky voice revealed how flustered you were. "Stop worrying so much. I can take care of myself."

He let out a deep sigh, throwing his head back in frustration. "You really don't get it? I don't want you to be alone with him! Please, Y/N, I'm begging you. Let's go!"

"No, Yugyeom-ah, you don't get it! I figured I needed this. So, please, just let me go back inside. Please."

"Bullshit!" he hissed between gritted teeth. "Fuck, he doesn't deserve being around you. You're too good for him. You have to be aware of that. Right?"

Feeling a big knot in your throat, you tried your best to stand your point. You needed Jackson - that wasn't even a lie. You were simply in need of him differently than Yugyeom might have thought. Too bad you couldn't explain yourself, so you had to stay vague.

"What's behind all this? Since when are you falling for fake guys like Jackson?"

"Yug, please. I can't. Just -- let me go back inside."

"The hell am I doing that!" He bit his lower lip again, clearly having too much fun to challenge you. Again you didn't know how to respond, being too overwhelmed by everything right now. "I'm not driving home without you."

"Well, then you'll better get in your fucking car while you wait for me, 'cause I'm going back inside now, and it's gonna get freezing cold out here."

Spinning on your heel, you mistakenly thought you ended this conversation now, just to be pulled back by your wrist once more. Full of verve, you crashed into Yugyeom's arms, your face hitting his collarbone while he was gripping you by your waist.

Your eyes were squeezed shut the moment he had taken you by surprise. Dumbfound by what just happened and absolutely overwhelmed by the sudden closeness to him, your body was trembling.

Why hadn't he let you go? Everything could've been so easy if he’d just let you go back inside.

Gently placing his fingers underneath your chin, Yugyeom made you raise your head to look at him. His palm was moving to your cheek, fingertips dancing over your heated, crimson skin.

Every so slowly, you glanced at him. His caramel-brown eyes hypnotized you, his stare making it impossible for you to move a muscle. You held your breath, unable to say or do anything.

"You belong to me, Y/N." His voice was low and intense, giving you goosebumps. For a moment, you just stood there, trying to comprehend what he just said and what this actually meant.

"I tried to be happy for you. I tried to convince myself it's gonna be okay and that it was best if you would go on a date with another guy. I really did."

At this point, your traitor-heart was beating so god damn fast that it almost jumped out of your chest. Your body was still shaking. All of the sensations had been too much to handle a long time ago.

You knew Yugyeom for your whole life now, spending almost all of your time with him, no matter what. Of course, you had been close to him countless times already, but this simply was a whole new concept. Everything felt so different now.

"Yugyeom-ah –"

"It's okay," he mumbled, trying his best to smile at you. His lips unintentionally brushed yours, giving off sparks. "You don't have to say anything. I just hope you'll come with me, now that you know. Please, don't make me suffer even more."

Still staring at him, you haven't even blinked once. You felt petrified, unable to function propperly. There was so much you wanted to say, but not a single syllable crossed your lips.

Yugyeom's grip loosened a little as he tried to let go of you. You, however, followed your instincts by pressing yourself against him and clinging to his collar.

"Don't let go of me," you breathed, barely audible to him.

"What are you doing?" Now he was the one being confused and highly overwhelmed. He was so sure you would turn him down after confessing to you, yet you seemed to do the exact opposite.

Tippytoeing, your face was approaching his, lips brushing against one another once more. Your eyes closed already, thoroughly anticipating what was about to happen now.

"Kiss me."

And, not missing a beat, he did.

One hand traveled to your neck shortly before his soft, plush lips finally locked with yours. Yugyeom was kissing you ever so tenderly, making your stomach tingle most beautifully. Butterflies did somersaults in your belly, the tingling sensation spreading all over your body. You felt a pleasant warmth inside your chest while you felt him smiling into the kiss. His free arm curled around your waist while you clung to the collar of his shirt even more.

Your blood rushed through your veins once he deepened the kiss, causing your knees to turn into jelly. Trying to stay on your tiptoes, you pulled his shirt down to you, exposing his collarbones to the cold midnight air, causing him goosebumps.

Although you both never wanted this kiss to end, you needed to catch your breath at one point. Yugyeom was slightly pulling away from you, still holding you close. His forehead rested on yours while he was drowning in your sparkling eyes.

"You still wanna go back to that jerk?"

Chuckling at his words, you slightly shook your head. "He's probably in good company by now. I'd rather leave with you now."

Grinning from one ear to the other, Yugyeom was pecking your lips again. "So... you don't actually want to be with him?"

"No, doofus. I never wanted to be with him, to begin with."

He gave you a questioning eye, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. Yet he still couldn't figure out what all of this was about.

"I only went on this stupid date to distract myself from what I really wanted." You lowered your head, but he made you look up instantly. "I felt so stupid for falling in love with my best friend. I was in denial. Obviously."

Now it was him, chuckling at your words. "If you'd just said something. Anything. I was freaking out the second you left my room. It was pure torture."

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, pulling his face close again. "I had no idea."

"It's okay. It was all worth it. You are worth it." You felt soft kisses all over your face, making the butterflies rise again. "You are my everything. Always have been."

His words made you grin happily. "So -- how about leaving now? Take me home."

"That's been the plan all along."

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istantheml · 2 years

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Always

pairing: mark tuan x reader

wc: 691

genre: enemies to lovers!au

warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing

summary: you thought you'd be safe heading over to your best friend's house, but you just end up running from one danger to another

a/n: i'm back! hopefully lol. please forgive the quality of this as i am rusty. i'm just trying to get back into the swing of things as i work on my own book. let me know what you think! :)

“Where?”

The question throws you off guard, more so than the person who asks it. A part of you shouldn’t be shocked that his voice is full of rage and hatred considering he is basically your enemy and yet the slight concern in his tone surprises you. There’s a hundred thoughts going through your mind, so many questions you want to ask him, but your bruised and winded body decides that there are more pressing matters at hand.

“Look, I don’t have time to deal with you,” you sigh and hold your ribs through the pain. “I’m here to see Jaebeom. Where is he?”

“Where?” Mark repeats impatiently, right hand clenched at his side while his left hand is white from his hard grip on the door.

“I don’t know!” you cry at him. “That’s what I’m asking you! Listen, I— something happened and I didn’t know where else to go. Please, I… I need to speak with Jaebeom.”

“Your best friend isn’t here. I’m the only one you’ve got,” he answers in a low voice. With a shake of his head, Mark grabs your arm firmly, yet gently so as to not add any more bruises to your body, and leads you into his home.

Too tired to argue, you let him sit you down on a stool by the kitchen counter and watch his retreating back head off into the bathroom. A loud sound coming from where he is makes you jump — like someone has just punched a wall — before he comes back holding a first aid kit and sits right next to you.

“Is that for your hand?” you joke after seeing his red knuckles — looks like he did punch a wall — but the pain of holding in your laugh makes you wince.

“This is going to hurt,” Mark warns you, leaving your question unanswered as he pours saline onto a cotton ball.

“I can take it.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” he points out and you somehow feel that he means more than cleaning up your wounds.

“What are you— OW! That hurts!” you glare at him.

“I warned you,” he shoots back but dabs at your wounds much softer.

Sighing, you hold your tongue as Mark cleans you up. Now and then, he’ll dab firmly at a particular area that makes you bite your lip and flinch, but you don’t miss the way he treats you delicately, like you are something — someone — precious to him. Once he places the last bandage on your forehead, he packs away the first aid kit and turns his whole body to face you.

“Where?” Mark asks again with a tone of finality and you know he expects you to answer.

“How did you know?” you ask him a question of your own and you watch as he pulls at his hair, frustrated at your refusal to tell him what he wants to know. It’s not that you don’t want to tell him, but his actions confuse you to no end. As far as you know, Mark hates you and barely acknowledges your existence, so why is today any different?

Mark scoffs, indignant. “I’ve always known,” he emphasises. “Wasn’t I the one that warned you about that asshole? Wasn’t I the one that told Jaebeom about that asshole doing this to you? Neither of you ever listened and look, at where it’s gotten you. Bruised and battered on my doorstep— and I know this isn’t the first time.”

“Why do you care?” you prod even further because you need to know.

“I’m the one asking questions—”

“Mark, why do you care?!”

“You don’t get to ask me that!” Mark shouts, drowning out your voice. “For fucks sake, I’ve always cared. If you were honest with yourself, you’d know that already. Now, where the fuck is he?”

Realisation sets in and you finally have the answer to the question you wouldn’t dare to ask out loud, at least not now. “He’s at Jackson’s bar,” you reply and can only watch as he grabs his jacket and keys. “Mark, what are you going to do?”

“Something I should have done a long time ago.”

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strawberryjmilk · 2 years

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opening act ♥︎ various

synopsis : it’s your first comeback after coming out as asexual to the entire world. the lights are bright and the crowd is scary — but all you can focus on is boyfriend grinning at you fondly as you sing the ballad you wrote just for him.

idol!reader , asexual!reader , reader wears makeup there’s no specific idol i wrote this for, so that’s for you to decide!

—— ♥︎ ——

This was it — your comeback date had officially come and you were fully prepared to perform. Maybe that was an exaggeration — maybe you wouldn't ever be ready for the crowd or the cheers or anything. Shaking out your limbs with a deep breath, you listened to the stage director's instructions half-heartedly. You couldn't concentrate on anything other than the pounding of your heart and the way your breath was slowly quickening.

A ring brought you back to reality as your manager handed you your phone with a sly grin. "I'll allow it this once," they spoke. "Make it quick, though. You're going on soon."

"Pretty baby." You didn't even have the chance to speak up before he started talking. A grin automatically made its way to your face at the sound of his voice. "You perform next, right?"

"I think so," your voice was breathy and wobbly. He's going to know, you thought to yourself as you closed your eyes. I'm freaking out right now and he's going to know. He always knows.

"You've got this," he spoke softly into your ear. Soothing and tender — you could almost hear the smile on his face. "Don't worry about everyone else. Just focus on me, angel."

You nodded to yourself, forgetting he couldn't actually see you. Opening your eyes, you felt immensely calmer. He always had that affect on you — the ability to calm you effortlessly. Tilting your head as you realized something, you questioned your boyfriend. "How are we even talking right now?"

"Snuck into the bathroom," he spoke through giggles. Your own laugh echoed his own as you stared at the backstage floor, smiling. You could faintly make out the sound of a door closing and opening; the sink running and the hand dryer turning on and off again. "Had to talk to you, though. Know you're getting stuck in your head."

"I don't mean to," you spoke through a pout. Biting your lip — gentle enough to not disrupt the lipstick you were wearing — you spoke your racing thoughts aloud. "It's just— the first performance since I told the world I'm asexual, you know? I'm more than a little nervous."

He hummed over the line, letting your worries sink into his own head so he could think of how to help you. "Even if someone says something, doesn't mean it'll be negative. Besides, they'll have to get through me if they want to be mean to my baby."

"You're an idiot," you laughed fondly. Your manager appeared in your sight, tapping their watch to remind you of the time. Nodding to them, you knew it was time to hush your worries and give your best performance. "I'm up, my love. See you out there."

"I'll be cheering the loudest."

[now playing — we'll never have sex ; leith ross]

The gentle sound of a guitar strummed over the speakers around you. It wasn't everyones ideal comeback — a ballad. But, you were feeling a lot and thought this was the best way to show it. Letting out another nervous breath, you eyed the audience until you spotted your boyfriend — he was grinning and already waving his arms excitedly. This song would be a surprise for him, too, and you could only hope he'd understand what your words meant.

"Depollute me, pretty baby," you began to sing lightly. The stool you were sitting on wasn't the most comfortable, but this song didn't need an elaborate choreography. "Oh, dilute me, gentle angel."

The crowd was silent, only aww'ing heard at your words. The showmakers took no time in making sure your boyfriend's face was visible onscreen, catching each and every one of his reactions to your song. Currently, he was only staring up at you with glittering eyes.

"Oh, you kissed me — just to kiss me — not to take me home. It was simple; it was sweetness; it was good to know." The glitter you were wearing on your lower lashline sparkled in the stage's lights, making it look like you were tearing up. At least, you hope that's what everyone would believe. "If I said you could never touch me... you'd come over and say I looked lovely."

Your boyfriend had tears in his own eyes now as he looked at you. He was helplessly in love — so fond of you and the song you'd seemingly written for him. That made his heart race — you wrote this heartachingly tender song just for him.

"Come and kiss me, pretty baby," you sang out. Your gaze had drifted, but it was locked back onto him once more. His newly dyed hair was the focal point of your eyes — your smile widened when you remembered you'd dyed a strand of your hair to match his chosen color. "Like we'll never have sex."

Sniffles danced throughout the audience as the song ended, the crowd feeling your emotions a little too well. Cheers erupted the next second, letting you see a scene of polite clapping and people hurriedly wiping under their eyes. Your gaze met his again as his grin broadened once he realized he'd caught your attention.

Swiftly, you blew a kiss in his direction before bowing and making your way off stage. It was a mess backstage as you changed into a different outfit and were lead to your seat. Before you could get there, though, arms were wrapped around you in a tight embrace.

"I'm so proud of you, angel," he breathed into your ear. A frenzy of kisses fluttered around the side of your face — the only spots he could reach when he was holding you like this. When he pulled back far enough to see you, his smile was so wide it was causing his eyes to wrinkle and curl up — you looked at the sight lovingly. "And, your song. Was it—?"

"For you." you answered with a quick kiss to his nose. "Always for you."

His cheeks flushed before a squeal-like noise was heard from his throat. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he spoke, pressing a kiss to your lips for every other word. You could only giggle and kiss back at his affection. He let out a breath as he stared deeply into your eyes, "my pretty angel."

—— ♥︎ —— big sigh imagine having someone b this in love w you lmao thank you for reading, and happy pride month!! strawberryjmilk © 2022 do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.

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kpopfairyland · 2 years

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Jinyoung and the hair cut

Jinyoung x Reader (long hair... other than that its neutral)

Drabble

Fluff

(very self indulgent! and based on true events... at least the hair cut part)

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“My love?” his voice reached you even in the bathroom.

“Perfect timing,” you grinned down to merlin, your cat. “He can fix it.”

Your cat didn’t look convinced. Actually he looked judgmental and a lot like Jinyoung.

“Are you in here?” there was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

“Come in.” You turned to the door to great him. “How was the...”

“What did you do?” he interrupted. “Your hair!”

“I know!” you shook your head and let your now very short hair fly. “It got to long and heavy so I cut it off.”

“Yourself?!”

“No, merlin did it.” you rolled your eyes. “Of course myself. Actually I need you to fix it in the back.”

Jinyoung took a step closer. “Can I touch it?”

You nodded.

His long fingers run through your hair. He brushed a few strands behind your ear. Then he run his thump over your cheek. “I like it.”

You threw your arms around him. “I knew you would love it.”

“I said like.”

“Can you fix my back?”

“Can it even be fixed?”

“Depends on your skill. Maybe I should call BamBam.” “Maybe you should.”

“But I want you to do it.” you pouted a bit.

With a chuckle he turned you towards the mirror. “Lets see what I can do. Oh, that is messy. I think I will need to cut it even shorter.”

“Really?” you turned so fast that you almost hit your head with his.

Jinyoung was just laughing at you.

“Not funny,” you turned back to the mirror.

Still laughing he wrapped his arms around your waist. “You do look very sexy like this.”

“Really? I know you loved my long hair.”

He kissed your cheek. “I love you. With or without hair.”

“Don’t give me ideas.”

#got7 drabble #got7 fluff #got7 imagen #jinyoung x reader #got7 fanfic

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yootaesowlwrites · 2 years

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I kinda hurt my hand today, its not even that serious but it got me an idea for a drabble though… kinda just imagine anyone you wanna

Imagine getting something from the freezer and you felt a light stinging sensation as you grabbed the pack of frozen goods you wanted to make, but you didn’t think much of it, and as you were sitting at the table waiting for the goods to cook, he sits down across from you, smiling until the smile falls. “What happened?” And you can hear concern in his voice, which had you confused, he takes your hand and turns it slightly, showing the small open wound on the side of your hand, some, barely even noticeable, dried blood stained your skin. “Oh… when did that happen?” You mutter, only for him to quickly stand and go retrieve the first aid, insisting that it gets cleaned immediately, ignoring your protests.

#sf9 drabble #sf9 drabbles #tbz drabble #tbz drabbles #skz drabble #skz drabbles #vixx drabbles #vixx drabble #got7 drabble #got7 drabbles #Oneus drabble #oneus drabbles #bts drabble #bts drabbles

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daesukiii · 2 years

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Bear Like Marmalade

Pairing: platonic bear hybrid!BamBam x gn!Reader

Warnings: cursing

Genre: the crackest crack to exist, fluff

Summary: You just want to enjoy a (pretty sad) dinner after moving. But your simple meal consisting of toast and marmalade is interrupted by your neighbour. Who really, really likes your food apparently.

im p sure i forgot to post this LMAO but still tipsy drabbles! or maybe we agreed to not post it yet? :inset thinking emoji: this was written july 3 so i definitely don’t remember anything LMAO

Word Count: 594

You had just moved into your new apartment, and you set up your space pretty quickly, so all that was left to tackle for the day was dinner. Except you had nothing to eat.

Look, being fresh out of college is hard, man. Basically the only thing you have in your fridge is marmalade and bread. With a sigh of defeat, you take out the jar of marmalade and start to unscrew it.

You’ve barely popped the bread into the toaster, however, when you hear a knock on your door. You wait just a moment, hoping that the knock was for one of your neighbours because dammit, you’re hungry. But the knocking doesn’t cease. So, with a groan, you slide out of your chair and drag yourself to the door to open it.

Before you can even comprehend what happened, someone pushes past you and immediately streaks into your kitchen. “Hey- what?” You’re confused. Startled. Befuddled. You can’t comprehend what just happened. “Who the fuck are you?”

You can’t keep the annoyance from seeping into your voice, though you’re probably entitled to that. The strange man looks up from where he had stuck a spoon he had rummaged for into your jar of marmalade. He doesn’t say anything as he withdraws a spoonful and just shoves it into his mouth. Your own mouth drops open and you are unsure whether to be angry or just plain disoriented.

The man finally removes the utensil and smiles at you and you get even more upset at that. “Hi!” He greets you with a perfectly cheerful voice, as if he had done nothing wrong. “I’m BamBam, your new neighbour.”

“What.” Your eyes have not moved from where they are fixated on…BamBam’s hand clutching your poor spoon.

BamBam squirms under your gaze (he deserves it), and follows your eyes. He stares at his own hand for a moment before teeming to realise what he had done. BamBam looks back up at you with dawning horror on his face. “Did I…?” he asks, and you nod, restraining your anger.

“Indeed,” you say with so much control on your part that you deserve a medal.

BamBam winces. “I am so, so sorry. I just…I really like marmalade.” Your eye twitches. You’re very close to beating him up. “Look, I really am! I’ll buy you new marmalade to make it up! My friend makes the best marmalade! I promise. It’s just... I really like marmalade.” He gestures to his head, and it’s only now that you notice the fluffy ears sitting atop his head. You didn’t even realise he was a hybrid.

But a hybrid that stole your dinner, nonetheless. “I think you owe me much more than a jar of marmalade,” you start, “because that was my dinner.”

BamBam winces once more. “I really am sorry. Marmalade is a bear’s weakness.” He offers you an unsure smile. “I’ll doordash you something. Do you like chicken and beer?”

You squint at him. “Are you being serious?”

BamBam’s eyes widen. “You don’t? Is it the chicken? I could get samgyeopsal. Wine? Coddled eggs? Diki Diki?”

He’s serious, he’s so serious it hurts, but you can’t help but let a snort escape you. “Diki diki? I don’t think you could get that delivered.”

BamBam smiles sheepishly. “I could try and make it?” You make a face. “Right. Probably don’t want to trust me around your food, or any food for that matter right now. Chicken and beer it is.”

Well. At least you have a story to tell about meeting your first neighbour.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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You Go Into Labour At A Concert ~ Park Jinyoung

You tried your best to ignore as yet another kick of pain made you jolt as you walked, focusing on Jinyoung in front of you. Both of your hands rested against your bump, desperate to find a way to get the pain to stop so that you could be comfortable.

Looking back to you, a member of staff scoffed as they watched you try and keep your balance, not wanting to cause any fuss. His eyes intimidated you, making you sink back against the wall as you took several deep breaths in.

“Do you really need to take the attention off of your husband this much?” He asked you, moving you to one side. “We get your pregnant, no need to make a huge deal about it.”

Your eyes widened at his chilling attitude, “if you think all of this is just for a bit of attention then I’d love for you to try and feel what real pain is.”

His head shook, called over by his manager to pay attention as the third outfit change of the night for the group neared. You were left standing alone as you tried to focus on the show, but the pain that you felt was niggling more with every passing second.

Your eyes could barely focus on the boys running off the stage, noticing that your figure was being blocked by the member of staff. Your eyes shut, feeling as if you had no chance of even being able to let Jinyoung know that you were uncomfortable.

“Where’s Y/N?” You soon heard him ask though, unable to spot you anywhere.

The expression on the staff’s faces looked disturbing to Jinyoung, deciding to look past their shoulders. It was lucky that he did as he spotted you knelt down, hands pressed underneath your bump as the pain only worsened for you.

“Y/N? Are you alright? What’s wrong?” Jinyoung frantically asked you, pushing them to one side so that he could kneel down beside you. “Are you in pain?”

Your head shook back at Jinyoung as his hand rested against the small of your back. Straight away he knew that you were lying, looking back and calling the boys across to you hoping that they’d be able to help him out a little bit.

“You need to get changed,” you warned Jinyoung, noticing him still in his outfit for the previous set. “You’ll get into trouble.”

“I don’t care about my clothes Y/N, I care about you,” Jinyoung quickly reminded you.

As the boys all came over too, their expressions turned to worry. Each one of them knew you well, easily well enough to know when you were in pain and struggling especially.

“He’s not needed on stage anymore,” Jaebeom told you, placing his hand to Jinyoung’s left shoulder. “You can’t go up there when Y/N’s like this, we’ve only got five songs left, we can fill in the gaps and make things look normal, it’s not as if we’ve not performed a member down before.”

Your head shook as Jaebeom assured you both that there was no need to panic. “I’m sure if I can just get a chair to sit on to catch my breath, I’ll feel a lot better guys.”

Whilst you tried to convince the boys that there was no need to worry, they were far from sure at all. Jaebeom almost agreed, but as he looked between the rest of the boys, they all silently told him to put his foot down and keep Jinyoung right by your side.

The sudden realisation of what was going on soon crept up on Jinyoung as soon as Jaebeom stopped talking. “What if these pains are something more serious?” He asked anyone who would listen to him, “you’re only two weeks away from your due date, what if maybe this is the early signs of labour coming?”

As Jinyoung fretted, Jaebeom held onto him a little tighter. “Maybe you guys should go and visit the hospital rather than stay here, it’s too busy and loud for you Y/N when you’re in pain.”

“I wish you guys would stop worrying,” you frowned, raising your voice, only to quickly regret it. The pain heightened as you began to get irritable, having to quickly lean back down as you tried to stand, groaning underneath your breath in discomfort.

“There is no way you’re staying here,” Yugyeom told you as he helped Jinyoung to hold onto you and stop you falling. Jackson and Mark had already gone to get you some bits, whilst Youngjae and BamBam fought together as to who could get their phones quicker.

The reality soon began to sink in for you too as you sunk down in Jinyoung and Yugyeom’s hold. You could hear the impatience of the crowd growing behind the curtain, not to mention the disapproving stares you were getting from the members of staff who were waiting to carry on.

A sigh came from you as you felt your figure be lifted so that you were sat in a chair that Jackson had fetched for you. “I’m so sorry,” you sighed, unable to ignore the guilt that was eating away at you for bringing the concert to a halt.

“Don’t you dare apologise Y/N; you can’t help any of this. It’s natural, that’s all.”

Despite Mark’s best attempts to reassure you, you still felt bad, especially as all of them sat down with you. The staff tried several times to get back on stage, but each one of them refused to leave until they knew you had help.

“The fans are expecting you guys to finish the show, are you crazy?”

“We will finish the show,” BamBam told them as they approached again, “but we will finish the show when Y/N is taken care of. If you’re that concerned then one of you can go up there and explain to them that there’s been an emergency,” BamBam added, watching as the member of staff very quickly backed away from you all.

“We’re staying right here,” Youngjae smiled across at you, resting his hand against your shoulder, “you’ve always been here for the seven of us, it’s about time that we return the favour and be here for you as well Y/N.”

As you looked around at the seven of them sat around you, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to have friends like them. Even as the ambulance came, they didn’t leave your side until you were laid in the back and comfortable with cushions.

They stood and they waved for as long as they possibly could until the ambulance left the arena, knowing that now they had a show to finally finish.

“What an eventful day,” Jinyoung laughed as he sat down beside you, bundled into the back of the ambulance by the boys who ignored your protests that you would be alright and that Jinyoung could join you once the show was done.

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “I know what you’re going to say to me, but I’m still sorry that it happened here. Of all the places and all the times, of course, our baby had to decide to throw a spanner in the works.”

“Clearly they’re just proving that they’re dramatic like you,” Jinyoung joked in reply to you, “making sure everyone knows that they like the attention.”

You poked your tongue out at Jinyoung just before another pain hit you, grabbing onto his hand and squeezing it once again. Jinyoung didn’t complain at all as you did so, allowing you to hold onto him for as long as you needed to until you laid back down again, knowing the pain of your grip was something that he was going to have to get used to.

“At least they’ll have a fun story as to how they came into the world,” Jinyoung smiled at you.

“Their daddy’s concert, who would have thought it?”

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accursedhex · 2 years

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𝘐𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴? 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴? 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺? — 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 ; 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺.

That doesn’t specify just how one is able to stay.

Completely and wholly.

Partially and just beyond the others grasp.

It was laughable just how easily the words rolled of Jinyoung’s tongue.

With every time it’s said, it loses its sincerity.

Genuine, uninhibited, purest, and truest... these sort of things wane, losing shine and luster with every utterance from a false advertiser. Desperately trying to keep your attention, to keep you hooked... to keep you coming back begging for more.

Let’s face it... where else would sell you such a prettily packaged lie. Knowing every little filthy bit of you, what it was that you craved to hear— yearned to hear.

Where else... who else, when— despite the sting— it ever so subtly chipped away at the ever growing ache that weighed down your chest. Threatening to drown you, but at least you had theze few fleeting words to cling to. Something to keep you afloat, head barely able to stay above the ever swirling current threatening to consume you, to drag you down to the darkest depth of a pit you weren’t sure you could ever escape if you didn’t just accept the crumbs you were given.

As if they could sooth over the numerous slights, the festering wounds, the cuts and bruises that were starting to become an ever growing collection.

These few words, they were a bandaid over a bullet hole.

Hoping for the best as it’s haphazardly slapped on before you continue to stumble forward, just wishing for just one little touch of tenderness.

Anything to heal these insurmountable wounds.

They began to stink, eroding away, poison in your bloodstream. Any longer and there would be nothing left to save, a cold was coming in. There was only so much one could take before their own body starts to reject the rotting infestation, the ever growing infection that continued to flourish when you continue to subject yourself to these half-hearted attempts to, at the very least, cover over the gaping tears.

“I love you.” The most dreadful words one could say.

“I love you.” An abomination.

“I love you.” A complete atrocity.

“How could you?”

“. . . I love you.”

That doesn’t necessarily specify how they will stay with you though.

#edens moodboards #edens diary #park jinyoung #park jinyoung icons #jinyoung imagine #jinyoung icons #jinyoung scenarios #got7 #got7 moodboard #got7 drabble #got7 angst #jinyoung moodboard #jinyoung #b&w #jinyoung drabble #got7 imagines #got7 imagine #got7 icons #jinyoung imagines

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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𝐸𝑎𝑡 - PJY

𝐸𝑎𝑡 - 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐽𝑖𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒 - 583 - 𝑆𝐹𝑊 - 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 - 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝

@proudahgase-got7

Fresh out of the shower, you pull the shower cap from your head and hang it on the hook on the wall. Wiping the fog from the glass you get started on your nightly skincare routine, humming to yourself quietly. The bathroom door opens, and you scream throwing the bottle of moisturize in your hand. The tube hits your husband, Jinyoung in his chest and he smiles at you with a laugh; making you frown.

“When did you get back?” You question, wiping your hands on the towel that is wrapped around your body.

“I just got home. I saw the light was on from outside, so I wanted to come up and say goodnight.” Jinyoung picks up your moisturizer and walks into the bathroom. “Did you really think that would help you?” He wraps his arms around your waist lightly while you drape your arms around his shoulders.

“It was the only thing I had, so shut up.” You mutter and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Are you not coming to bed?”

Jinyoung shakes his head with a sigh and rests his forehead against yours, “I have to grade a few papers before tomorrow.” You pout at Jinyoung’s words, and he pecks your lips once, twice, three time before he deepens the kiss and pulls you closer to his body. “You smell good.”

“Yeah?” You nuzzle your nose against his jaw and pepper little kisses down the side of his neck. “Why don’t you take a shower and throw on something comfy? I’ll heat up dinner for you.” You press another kiss to Jinyoung’s lips, and he smiles.

“I love you.”

“I love you more, handsome.”

Pulling away from Jinyoung, you step out of the bathroom and close the door behind you. You slip on an oversized shirt to sleep in along with a pair of booty shorts before you step into your green house slippers and tie a baby blue durag around your cornrows. You make your way to the kitchen and start making Jinyoung a plate, taking your time to plate it up prettily for him. You place his dinner in the microwave and grab a glass from the cabinet before you fill it halfway with rose wine. As the microwave beeps, Jinyoung walks into the kitchen and sits down at the table.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” Jinyoung grabs the glass of wine and takes a sip. “Okay, maybe you did.”

You smile at his words as you grab the plate from the microwave and walk over. Setting it down in front of him, you drape an arm around his shoulders and press a kiss to Jinyoung’s lips. “If you’re in the mood for dessert, there are some cookies on the counter that your mom dropped off.”

“My mom was here?”

You nod your head and Jinyoung pulls you down into his lap, ignoring the food in front of him. His large hands gently massage your thighs and you run your nails through his damp hair, scratching his scalp lightly. “We made plans to have another cooking session. It’s been a while since we’ve had a cook off.” Jinyoung chuckles at the news, and you smile, picking up the fork from the table. “Eat.” You stab the veggie on the plate and hold the fork up to his mouth.

“What did I do to get so lucky with you, huh?”

You shrug your shoulder and peck Jinyoung’s lips, “Shut up and eat.”

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