#got7 jinyoung fluff

[fanfic-wonderland]

Lunch Break {Park Jinyoung}

(A/N): Here is yet another request. Enjoy!

Summary: Jinyoung is a teacher who loves to please parents, but his favorite person to please is still you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader, Teacher!Jinyoung (It's an open relationship I guess)

Word count: 1.6k

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 You’re carefully holding onto your and Jinyoung’s lunch as you walk around the very long school halls. Although it might have a somewhat confusing structure for some people, you already know the way to his office by heart and you don’t have to do any double takes to verify where you’re going. You've been here way too many times, so much that you can name most of the teachers and locate their classrooms pretty easily.

You pass by a few familiar faces, some of them waving to you as a greeting and you wave back with a huge smile on your face. You like the people here, they've always been so nice and welcoming, all because you’re Jinyoung’s girlfriend. They absolutely adore him. Everyone does; the teachers, the students, the parents, the principal… he was pretty much born to work here.

You stand in front of his door, his name etched onto the wood in light brown letters. Before you can open it, someone else comes out of the classroom and beats you to it. It’s a man, tall and very handsome, looking to be around his mid-thirties. He’s dressed in elegant business clothing; he probably had to get out of work in order to come here. Despite the serious aura he enhances, he has a dazed look and the biggest smile on his face. He’s so lost in his own mind that he doesn’t even notice you when you walk past him, and you have an idea of what just happened.

You shake your head as you slide through the closing door, finding your boyfriend stretching his arms, his toned back welcoming you. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt with a nice tie and some grey dress pants, and your eyes linger a bit too long on his behind. “What did you do to that man?” you question with a chuckle.

Jinyoung does not seem startled as he finally turns to face you. In fact, he looks so relaxed that one would think he’s high. “Why do you ask?”

“He looked like he just got the best blow job of his life.”

“Well, maybe he did.” He proudly confirms your suspicions and then smirks down at you. “Jealous?”

“Of him?” you quirk a brow as he walks towards you and his arms slowly sneak around your waist, the warmth of his body engulfing you as he pulls you close. “Hmm… a little bit. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” he chortles.

“Mhm,” you murmur before he pulls you in for a quick kiss.

Yes, your boyfriend also happens to have a little “side job”, if you can call it that, and it may or may not require doing certain… favors for the students’ parents. He’s been doing it since way before you guys started dating and even though he was willing to stop for you, you assured him that you didn’t mind, “just as long as you save the best favors for me.”. He was more than happy to oblige to that.

“I brought you lunch.” You raise the large bag up to his eye level.

Jinyoung’s smile grows wider. “Burgers?”

“Loaded.”

“I love you so much.” He says as you hand him the food. “God, I’m starving.”

“I bet,” You tease. Then you reach into your purse. “I also brought you this.”

Jinyoung chuckles as he takes the black squishmallow in the form of a cute little bat from your hand, eyeing it carefully. “Not that I don’t like it, but why?”

You shrug. “It just reminded me of you.”

He looks puzzled for a moment. “I remind you of a bat?”

“Well, I thought it was cute!” You laugh. “And I happen to find you cute as well, so…”

“Do you, now?” Jinyoung places the bag and the squishmallow aside on his desk, right next to a framed picture of the both of you on a Christmas holiday.

“Sometimes.” You say with another innocent shrug.

Jinyoung pretends to look offended. “Now you’re just being bratty.”

He wraps his arms around you again and you giggle. “Does it bother you?”

“Not at all.”

His lips part yours in the most seductive way and you respond quickly, your hands roaming around his chest before pulling on his tie. He deepens the kiss once you do and his grip tightens, which just lets you know that there’s no way out of this now. It makes you forget what you’re really here for, for a moment; you almost forget that you’re in his classroom and that anyone can walk in at any moment. “Jinyoung,” You murmur against his lips. When he hums a response you say, “The door is still unlocked.”

Jinyoung leans back in, pressing his lips against your jaw. “So?”

You slap his chest, hard enough to get a surprised chuckle out of him. He is too turned on to tease you any further at this point so he goes to lock the door, and once he’s done he suddenly grabs you by the back of your thighs and lifts you up. You let out a shriek while your legs wrap around him, his lips connecting to yours one more time. His tongue wanders all over your mouth as if this is the first time he’s kissing you, and it leaves your head spinning. You can just tell that despite him just being with someone else a few minutes ago, he is in desperate need of you. Because at the end of the day, you’re the most important person in his life. The person he loves to please the most.

He sits you down on the edge of his desk and you push his stuff away without looking. You help him unbuckle his pants before his hands go under your skirt to remove your panties. There’s a reason why you wore that outfit in particular, and this is exactly it.

Usually, Jinyoung takes his time with you, but your skin is so soft and your scent is so intoxicating and he hasn’t seen you in almost a whole day that It’s nearly impossible for him to be so patient. You don’t mind it; you’re just as needy as him, if not a bit more, especially when he looks so good in his teacher outfit. And he obviously knows the effect that he has on you; It’s clearly evident by the way that he’s smirking down at you, rubbing his member against your folds teasingly until his urges finally give in and he fully goes in.

He starts at a slow pace, giving you time to adjust to his size, and when he’s sure that it feels good for you, his thrusts grow faster. You hold onto him for dear life, your fingers digging into his skin when they sneak underneath his shirt. You’re moaning despite your efforts of staying quiet. They get a bit too loud but you don’t even realize it. Jinyoung muffles them with a hand on your mouth before you go out of control. “Baby, I absolutely love it when you moan like this for me but right now I need you to keep quiet, or else you’ll get me fired.”

He’s not angry. Far from it. In fact, he seems quite amused and like he’s enjoying the way you’re quickly losing yourself to him. You nod at his words, but you can’t promise much. He just feels so amazingly good that It’s hard to keep quiet. You almost find yourself not caring that people can hear you anymore, if it wasn’t for what he had said. He’s right, and you would hate to be the reason why he lost a job that he loves.

With each thrust, he manages to hit all the right spots perfectly and you are unsure how much longer you can keep quiet, though. You also begin to wonder if he’s actually doing this just to mess with you. The way he’s smirking down at you sure makes it look like he is. You want to punch him in the face but at the same time, you don’t want him to stop.

Your release is strong and glorious, but you did not expect any less. Jinyoung knows you like the palm of his hand by now; he knows what makes you feel good, what makes your whole body shiver, and what makes you scream out in pleasure. It’s not only because he has plenty of experience already, but also because he loves taking his time getting to know all of you. Even when he thinks he knows everything, he always discovers something new about you every single time, even if It’s just the slightest of things. It can be from the way your expressions shift with his every touch to how your skin tingles when he reaches a certain spot with his tongue. He just loves seeing a new side of you every time he fucks you and this time it is no different. His hand is still covering your mouth, your eyes rolling back as you come out of your high. To him, It’s the most beautiful sight.

You’re both breathing heavily together, his forehead pressed to yours as he pecks your nose. You miss his warmth as soon as he pulls away, watching him closely as he zips his pants back up. He scans the room for a moment before his eyes finally spot the panties he blindly tossed across the room earlier, handing them to you with a grin. You roll your eyes before snatching them from him, hopping out from the desk, and sliding them back on. Once you’re both back to normal, Jinyoung grabs you by the waist and gives you yet another, much quicker kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You smile widely because you can’t help it.

Jinyoung then snaps his fingers and points at you with a casual smile. “So, anyway… burgers?”

You point back to him. “Sounds like a plan.”

#fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #got7 fanfic #got7 #got7 smut #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #park jinyoung #park jinyoung fluff #park jinyoung fanfic #got7 jinyoung fluff #got7 jinyoung fanfic

[mykoreanlove]

the fluff bundle

for when you need that extra portion of love

CHAN - you make me blush // all the feels // sweet whispers // insecurities // channie's way of helping you relax

CHANGBIN - dummy dummy, i love your tummy // handle you

MINHO - 🥀🖤🌹 // hardships // sakura // alternatives

HYUNJIN - submissive // manifested // conditional // artist's pov

HAN - the extra mile

FELIX - fake date me please? // bokkie's quest for tears // angel // whispers of love // body dysmorphia // flirting in a club be like // reassurance // fitting room

I.N - pet names

CROSSOVER - perceptions (Chan, I.N) // amnesia (ot8) // shy dating (maknae) // shy dating (hyung) // sexual abuse

JINYOUNG - things that made him run to you // starved // i wanna know everything, all about you

JACKSON - 🥃 realizations // on Kinjaz // daddy fever //nightmares

JB - can I see you tonight?

NAMJOON - sexy brain wasn't having it

SUGA - 🏀 Ballin‘

TAEMIN - his private messages to you // I want to live a different type of life - with you // sleepy no more // don't leave my side no // Similarities // taemotional Support System // long distance //baby daddy Taemin is coming home to you // domestic vibe with Taemin // back to lovers // christmas with Taemin // paris nights

MINHO - deprived

EUN WOO - afraid of love

#stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz chan fluff #bang chan fluff #chan fluff #changbin fluff #minho fluff #hyunjin fluff #mykoreanlove #han fluff #felix fluff #lee felix fluff #i.n fluff #got7 fluff #jinyoung scenarios #jinyoung imagine #jackson wang fluff #jaebeom fluff #bts fluff #namjoon fluff #suga fluff #shinee fluff #taemin fluff #choi minho x reader #yongbok fluff #stray kids imagines #skz comfort #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts

[sweetestofchaos]

Got7's Reaction to...Getting Caught In The Rain With You

Backstory: While out and about you get caught in a sun shower with him.

Warnings: SFW, nothing but cute fluff.

Pairings: Got7 x Reader

a/n: this new tumblr shit sucks, so there are no gifs with this. sorry 😪

Mark

He is mildly annoyed but the moment he hears your laughter he is pulling you farther into the rain and swinging you around. It turns into a wet tee shirt contest where you both win. He pulls you by his side and hurries to the car where he knows for a fact there is a jacket for himself and you to throw on. He doesn’t care that his seats are getting soaked, the smile on your face is worth it and he makes sure to drive with the heat on, so that you don’t end up sick.

“Well that was unexpected…I still think I won.”

Jaebeom

He feels dumb for not remembering that it was supposed to rain, but he’s having a good laugh as the two of you run hand in hand, trying to find somewhere to wait it out. One store offers you both some towels and he helps dry your hair and face while you do the same to him. He’s smiling like an idiot and draping the towel around your shoulders to keep warm.

“Let’s get your dry first, yeah?”

Jackson

A little rain isn’t going to hurt either of you. He would wait in the store with you and the moment the rain let up, he would peck your lips and say that he would be right back. He would run out in the rain and hurry to the car before he jumped in and drove up to the store front. Before you could even think of stepping out in the rain, Jackson would be out of the car with his jacket held high over his head. He would walk you to the car, protect your hair from getting wet and open the car door for you as well.

“Your chariot awaits!”

Jinyoung

He might be an actor but Jinyoung will never be caught in the rain, willingly. He came prepared, a simple umbrella tucked away in the pocket of his coat, so the moment it starts to pour, he is pulling you under the awning of a store. He pulls the umbrella from his pocket, shakes it out and wraps his arm around your waist with a smile on his face.

“Let’s get home before it gets worse.”

Youngjae

He wouldn’t be upset just really, really surprised. How did he miss the warning for rain? Did he not double check the weather? Like a true gentleman, he would quickly take off his jacket and hold it over both of your heads as you ran across the parking lot to get into the car. The two of you would be shouting and laughing the whole way as you end up running in puddles and still getting a little wet.

“Yah! Are you okay? Did your shoes get ruined?!”

Bambam

The pure disrespect he would feel towards Mother Nature. How dare she cry all over his Balenciaga sneakers! They are brand new! Fresh out the box! Best believe, he is grumbling the whole time the two of you run to take shelter in the closest store which just happens to be a café. You tell him to find a seat while you ask for towels and place an order for drinks and some light food. When you return to his side, Bam is pouting and you can’t help but tease him. He sucks his teeth and takes the towel you offer as you sit across from him.

“Man, this isn’t funny! We’re soaked!”

Yugyeom

It is what it is. He takes it in stride and somehow the day turns into a music video. He’s dancing in the rain, pushing his hair out of his face and moon walking in puddles. You are recording the whole thing, your laughter caught in 4k as he comes running at you, only to peck your lips and pull you in close before he starts to sway side to side.

“Put the camera down and dance with me!”

#got7 reactions #soc got7 #mark tuan #lim jaebeom #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #exqueuese me #got7 fluff #got7 x you #got7 x gn

[kpopimaginings]

"It's not worth it" - Jinyoung

You knew this would happen. You and Jinyoung had recently announced your relationship to the GOT7 boys. Part of the reason you had kept it quiet early on was because you knew there would be teasing. You could have also predicted that BamBam and Jackson were going to be the main perpetrators.

You were out for a group dinner for the first time since they found out and the teasing started immediately. You honestly weren't too bothered by it, but you noticed Jinyoung's clenched jaw as he glared at the members who were talking. You took his hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze, trying to silently tell him to let it go.

Once the food came out, things quietened down for a moment.

"Don't let them get to you," you whispered to Jinyoung.

He just nodded in acknowledgment, but you knew he hadn't really taken your comment to heart.

As you finished eating, you took Jinyoung's hand again and shot him a little smile.

"Ah, look at you two all loved up," BamBam started again.

"Cut back on the PDA though," Jackson added.

You rolled your eyes at the comment, but once again Jinyoung couldn't let it slide.

"We looked at each other. How is that PDA?"

"Relax, Jinyoung-ie," Jackson told him, before turning to you. "Are you sure about him? He's a bit uptight!"

You bit your lip to keep yourself from chuckling and further annoying your boyfriend.

Then, you jumped slightly as Jinyoung brought his hand down on the table.

"Jinyoung!" you scolded.

"What was the one thing I asked of you, Jackson?" he snapped, ignoring your interjection.

Jackson stared blankly at Jinyoung.

"All I said was don't tease Y/n," he continued. "You can wind me up all you like but when she's around, you knock it off."

"But she's our friend too," Jackson pointed out.

"Yeah, she's used to us, she knows what we're like," BamBam added.

You were about to agree with them, when Jinyoung  spoke again.

"I'm crazy about Y/n, ok? The last thing I want is you idiots scaring her off."

"Jinyoung-ie, that's so sweet," you said, your voice now softer, "And I'm very pleased you want me to stick around, but the boys are right, I've known them for long enough that I expected this. A little teasing among friends isn't going to make me leave."

"Ok, but-"

"No, it's not worth it. I want to be with you, and Jackson and BamBam being littles shits isn't going to change that."

Jinyoung couldn't help but smile and chuckle as the troublemakers complained at your choice of words. Smiling back, you leant in and pecked a soft kiss to his lips.

It surprised you somewhat when the resulting 'Ew' came from Yugyeom.

"Don't you start," you told him with a smile, before resting your head on Jinyoung's shoulder while you waited for desert.

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

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[thatonedonut]

Hey and happy new year

Can I request a Jackson wang imagine in which the reader goes to a concert during his magicman tour where she makes lots of new friends as well. Jackson also brings her on stage and serenades her.

All the fan interactions on the internet with fans living their Y/N dream its just *dreamy sigh*

The lights beamed across the stadium, blasting white, blue, and green across the middle sections. The base n the track vibrated your feet and would've caused you to collapse had you not been jumping and dancing with everyone else in the pit. Instead, you squinted your eyes, shaking your head to the beat and allowing your hair to fall freely over your face. Had you not been in the front row, the volume of your signing could've drowned out the actual performance, but you didn't care.

You had already pre-gamed with a couple of shots of strawberry vodka at your friend's apartment before all 3 of you eventually hopped on the shuttle toward the venue. You hoped the liquor would kick in and give you enough confidence not to worry about the thousands of other screaming fans dying to get as close to the stage as you were. You changed your outfit twice before deciding on dark blue jeans and a black sheer top paired with a silver necklace.

Yet here you were, hair was undone and the top layer of your shirt in your purse as you danced in a black tank top. You paused to turn towards your friend, but before you could ask about the next song, the lights began to dim, and your attention focused on the chair in the center of the stage. The crowd hushed as Jackson Wang picked up a hand mic and strolled towards the front audience.

"For this next song, I'd like to invite a special lady for an up close performance."

The crowd raced, and girls screamed in competition to get his attention. Finally, you turned towards your friends, grabbing their hands in excitement.

"I wonder who it'll be," she shouts, "I wish I could be that lucky."

You smiled and nodded before glancing back towards the front stage.

Jackson did a few laps, teasing the screaming fans that reached towards him before pausing in front of your section. You stood in awe, savoring the opportunity to have him within 10 feet of you. Your friend taps your shoulder hurridly.

"He's definitely looking at you!"

You shake your head, "What? No, he's not. He could be looking at anyone here."

You tilted your chin to meet his gaze, being welcomed by a smirk before he brought the mic to his lips.

"The girl with the silver necklace," you froze.

"Would you join me on stage? He reached his hand towards you as security made room to escort you to him. You grabbed his hand and pulled yourself up, landing in front of him in the chair. He stood above you, allowing you to embrace the smell of his citrus colone before speaking again.

"What's your name?" He leaned down to bring the microphone to your lips. You hesitated, the lights focused on you, and you quickly scanned the crowd for your friends.

He leaned towards your ear, pulling off his earpiece briefly.

"If you're nervous, just pretend it's you and me. It's always you and me."

He presses the piece back into his ear before turning towards the crowd and signaling his team and dancers to start the track.

#got7 scenerios #got7 jackson #got7 mark #jyp got7 #got7 jinyoung #got7 imagines #got7 smut #got7 icons #got7 #got7 youngjae #got7 jb #got7 x reader #got7edit #got7 fluff #jyp #jackson wang smut #jackson wang

[stay-mon-army]

5 Ways to Win a Prince

Word Count: 6,283 words (wtf the longest fic I've written so far)

Warning(s): pining, kissing, light touching, secret romance, fear of rejection/being separated by parental figures, creepy suitor/bad vibes from unnamed side character

Pairing: Prince!Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x Knight!gn!reader

Requested by: @crzy-devil (sorry this took so long!)

1- Sneak in to Visit

The sun began its slow descent, painting the distant horizon in fire and gold, as though the trees on the mountains had erupted with flames. You watched the colors shift and change as you rested your back against the rough rocks that make up the walls of the castle you’ve sworn to protect.

The metal armor adorning your body kept you warm from the chilling breeze that stirs the trees, making them dance alone within the field below you. The grounds of the castle roll gently downhill into a field and garden away from the balcony you currently rest under. You were always envious of his view, despite the fact you sneak in and are able to enjoy it yourself very often. Thinking of your secret path, you glance one last time at the horizon, deciding that the lowering sun had dimmed enough to allow you to steal away up the side of the wall.

You stand, double-checking that all of your armor and weapons are properly secured to your body before turning to face the wall. The bricks were firmly secured together, but certain bricks were not properly flush or were beginning to chip, giving you perfect foot and handholds to support your travels up its edge. Months of practice had made this climb easier and easier, so now it was no time at all before you were lifting yourself over the balcony railing, slipping down gently onto the marble outcropping that led to the glass doors into the Prince’s room.

Through the doors, you could see a fire gently crackling and flickering within the giant hearth that Jinyoung loved so much. Unsurprisingly, settled deep into one of the chairs encircling the fire, was your prince, his nose pressed into a book, his legs tucked up beneath him as though he could make himself small enough to actually enter the world in which he was engrossed. Just the sight of him brought a bright smile to your face, releasing the tensions of the day full of training and drilling for the protection of the kingdom. Nothing could make all of that pain and stress worth it as much as seeing the man before you.

Slowly, so as not to disturb him, you inch to the door, sliding open the glass doors, and slipping into the room to make your way closer to his gorgeous red and gold armchair that he so favored. Finally, when you placed your hand down on the arm of the chair as though you were making him aware of your presence, he turns his warm brown eyes up to meet your face, a gentle look of surprise parting his pink lips and flushing his detailed cheeks in a way that set your heart aflutter.

“Hello, my prince.” You whisper, leaning down to press a brushing kiss against one rose-tainted cheek. Jinyoung reaches up, fingers snagging behind your head to pull you down for a proper kiss, his lips grazing yours like snow drifting against the wind during the first snow, as though he was teasing you with his presence more than allowing either of you to enjoy it fully.

That was a change that had grown over time; in the beginning, you were both so afraid of not getting time together, not being able to be together, that you would waste no time, pressing together your lips and bodies as close as you could manage, sure you would run out of chances to hold each other that way. However, as time went on, you began to see the ways in which the small, subtle, simple touches and intimacies brought forth sweeter emotions than rushing through and feeling all at once. You were glad now to be able to spend moments like this; barely touching and yet feeling more than anyone else could make you feel, seeing everything the world had to offer and knowing you could take it whenever you wanted, but being secure enough to let it come to you.

You pull away from the man, who tilts his head up as though he’s chasing after you, before he settles back into his chair, lifting the book that he had rested on his lap. He reaches to a nearby table to grab a small bookmark, sliding it between two pages carefully, before setting the book down on the table.

You grab his hands, lifting him from his seat to spin the two of you around and pull him into your lap back into the cushioned chair. He chuckles at your actions, resting a hand against your collarbone as he shifts to find a comfortable position on your armored lap.

“I know these are for keeping you safe and all, but they really could have spent a little extra into making these more comfortable, couldn’t they?” He jokes, flicking the breastplate that separated your bodies from each other.

You laugh along, taking his hand and rubbing your thumb across his knuckles, raising them to press your lips against them as well.

“Well, once you’re king, you have all the power in the world to make that change to our uniform. For now, we must suffer in silence, lest we be found out and whisked apart.” You lean in to whisper the last sentence, letting your breath feather across his ear and neck, sending a shiver down his spine that has him pressing harder against your body.

“I would never let them keep me from you. Come hell or high water, I would never be separated from you – let them try.” This wasn’t the first time he had said similar sentiments, and it brought joy to you hearing it every time. You felt the same way, but to know that your prince would do anything to keep you together – your heart beats wildly at the thought.

You pull Jinyoung down closer to you, though you doubt it’s very possible to do that, and lean your face close to him, your nose brushing his intimately as you look down into his eyes.

“I share your sentiments, Prince. I promise to you, that my oath to you and your family is not only one as a soldier, as a knight, as a guard, but as a lover, as a human, as a simple servant under an idol. My devotion to you will never waver and I will not let anything but death pull me from your side. No matter what else I must give up, no matter who I may have to become or kill, I will be by your side, protecting you and yours, until Lady Death comes to bring me across to the otherworld.”

Jinyoung’s eyes shimmer with tears as he presses his forehead against yours, his hands coming to cup your cheeks.

“And I you, my love.” He whispers, finally press your lips together properly, pulling your bodies as close as possible. He holds you close and you let yourself sink into the sensation of holding the one you swear your life to, letting life carry you where it will.

2- Save Him from Unworthy Suitors

The worst part about being in love with the Prince was that he was destined to be put on dates with others constantly in the hopes of making relations with other kingdoms to keep the country safe from the neighboring lands. Most of the lands got along well enough, so there wasn’t a lot of fighting anyway, but Jinyoung’s parents were always trying to set up the next power couple of the continent.

Many times, you were sent out as a guard for the dates, if they were off castle grounds, which meant that you had to sit and watch while someone tried to woo Jinyoung, only to be met with polite refusal and friendship. Most of those who were on these dates felt the same way and had their own lovers back home in their kingdoms. They played along well as though they enjoyed the date, but it was only out of friendship and political acceptance.

However, on occasion, a date was set up between the young prince and someone who truly wished to catch his fancy. Most were amicable and, while often pushy and intense in trying to prove their worth to Jinyoung, were quick to accept Jinyoung’s refusal at the end of the date.

One day, however, there was a young male suitor who refused to take no for an answer. After one date had gone over without any hassle, Jinyoung had gone to his chambers that night with you and told you that he felt alright about the date, and that nothing would come of it, as per usual. Unfortunately for you both, the young man was infatuated with Jinyoung and had not accepted the refusal after only one shot. He had gone to the Queen after the date and explained in detail how he was sure another date would be enough to win over her son, and the Queen had quickly agreed, growing worried that Jinyoung would end up alone until he became King, which the Queen didn’t want to happen. The Queen wanted only for her son to be happy with a person to cherish him; unaware was she of the person warming her sons bed that very night.

Another date was scheduled and prepared for the two men, and for once, you were not scheduled to chaperon the excursion. That, however, was not going to stop you from riding along with them.

The men were scheduled to ride down a ways through the woods just outside of the castle, to a small lake area to have a picnic. Jinyoung told you about the trip, knowing there was no way he could stop you (not that he wanted to) and it would be easier to hide your spying if you didn’t have to track them too closely.

So on the morning of the day, you waiting until just after the other guards had followed after the prince and his suitor before slipping onto a horse of your own and tracing their path. You knew the way to the lake, as it was a common spot for you and the prince to also run off for little getaways together, making you all the more annoyed that the Queen had planned such a personal trip for the prince, despite his assertion that he had no interest in suitors.

Not long down the pathway through the rustling leaves, wandering along the sunlight dappled trail, you spot the edge of the clearing surrounding the lake, so you pull your horse off the path and hobble it to a tree. You sneak up to the edge of the treeline to look out onto the group setting up a picnic beside the water – blanket and food spread out in the attempt at fashion simply seeing cheesy to your untrained eye. You had spent years in the castle, but you didn’t understand the need to always seem to fancy and rich. It was something Jinyoung claimed to love about you; you didn’t let the glitz, glam, and politics of the castle change who you really were at your core.

You decided to rest yourself on a fallen log, knowing that you would likely be here for a while watching.

However, not long after the picnic had been set out and the food had been eaten, the man had waved off the guards, asking them for privacy between the two. The guards had looked at each other, unsure what to do, but eventually shrugged and wandered off into the treeline, barely missing your seated figure.

You watched closely, eyebrows furrowed at the odd behavior of the young man now reaching his hand out to place it against Jinyoung’s arm. You lean forward in your seat, feeling your body heat as you realize that Jinyoung is fidgeting, looking quite uncomfortable at the situation at hand. Nothing had happened yet, but you knew Jinyoung’s moods better than anyone, and could read the emotions on his face even from yards away. Jinyoung was not happy.

Thinking quickly on your feet, you sneaked back to your horse, untying it from the tree, leading it back onto the road. You slip into the saddle, quickly kicking the horse into a canter to round the final bend and reach the lake on which the men were sitting.

The men both startled, turning to face you as they hear you call out for the Prince, reining your horse in just in time to spray sand against the young man who finally pulls away from Jinyoung to wipe his shirt and face.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness, but I must request that you come with me at once. There is an urgent matter back at the castle that requires your immediate attention, and I was instructed to come collect you quickly without any delay. If I might entreat you to climb upon my horse, I can get us back to the castle quickly.” You reach a hand down, doing your best to keep your face straight and serious as Jinyoung looks up at you with bewilderment, which fades quickly into barely hidden amusement.

“Of course, my Champion.” He raises to his feet, moving to take your hand, when he’s grabbed by the man still seated directly behind him, looking at him with confusion and annoyance.

“Why don’t you wait, Your Highness? I will come back with you as soon as we collect the guards and our things.” The young suitor gives a harsh look at you over Jinyoungs shoulder, before tugging on Jinyoung’s arm.

Jinyoung tugs his arm away, a feigned smile resting upon his lips as he steps ever closer to your patiently waiting horse. “No, I’m afraid this sounds much too urgent to wait even an extra moment. I shall see you back within the castle.” He turns without a second of hesitation, taking your arm and using the momentum of your assistance to pull himself onto the horse behind you, as he has done a million times.

He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your back as you canter back the way you came, heading for the castle as though your errand was real. About halfway back to the castle, Jinyoung whispers out a soft “thank you” that you can barely make out against the wind and you relax, letting a hand rest against his fists balled against your stomach.

“Any time, my love.”

3- Flex your Strengths

The only time that you find joy other than being beside Jinyoung is when you’re in the training field. The guards all spent at least a handful of hours a day working in the field, ensuring that they keep their skills sharp and their muscles hard. You worked as a guide to the youth whenever possible; young pupils hoping to be guards and warriors were always trying to prove themselves in the field, but they always need a mentor to help them learn the tricks of the blade.

On warm summer days when there is nothing exciting happening in the castle, you often toil away your hours with a new pupil, a practice sword, and a sparing partner. Today was no exception.

You wiped away a layer of sweat threatening to drip into your eyes and blind you, as you roll out your sword arm. You had just bested yet another guard in a sparing match – you weren’t the most skilled warrior, but you had enough knowledge and skill to make you one of the top guards, tasked with protecting the royal family.

A new challenger steps up to the ring, groups of young and experienced fighters watching excitedly as the new man makes a show of stretching and swinging his sword, as though he could intimidate you into backing down or losing. Instead of bothering to “worry” about his theatrics, you continue shaking and stretching out your body, glancing over the crowd as you do so. You stutter in your stance for only a second as you spot a familiar face a few paces back from the edge of the crowd, a guard you’ve met several times standing beside them with a hand on their sword.

Jinyoung had come to see you practice. He didn’t often do this – he was the anxious one in whatever this was, always afraid of being spotted and questioned by someone who has no business in his. However, you were completely the opposite, ready to speak up about your love the moment he opens himself up to the idea. But here he was, standing with his arms crossed, a beautiful blue top tucked into tight dark trousers, his hair lightly ruffled by the soft wind blowing through the training field. He smiles softly, ducking his head slightly, almost impossible to see, if you weren’t in tune with every small movement of his body.

You smiled back, quickly turning back to your opponent as you both get into a fighting stance, preparing to spar. Both of you were wearing the standard armor and carrying wooden practice swords, but you could tell simply from the way he held himself that your opponent thought he had already won, simply from looking at you.

Obviously a newbie, then.

Someone to the side of the ring calls out the beginning of the match and the two of you begin circling each other, watching the way the other moves.

Seemingly on a whim, the man lunges forward, striking out with his sword. You step back, dodging the attack and sliding to the side, trying to pull the man off balance. He simply backs up, eyeing you and smirking, like he knows something that you don’t. You doubt it, most men who give you that look simply think that you’re afraid and running. No, you’re only bidding your time, looking for your chance to strike.

You circle the man again, watching for that telltale flinch of muscles before he lunges that you noticed last time. Finally you see it, only a millisecond before the man lunches again, this time attempting to rain down strike after strike. Instead, you block and dodge to barrage of blows, twisting and sliding your blade along his, redirecting him away from you every time. You see the beginnings of anger rising in the man; his face twisting slowly into a snarl, his hands tightening around the wooden hilt of the practice sword, his arms trembling from withheld rage. As his anger wells to a final explosion of aggression, he pulled his sword back, feinting a withdrawal before swinging his sword as hard as he could, aiming for your head.

You see this coming, however, and step to the side calmly, raising your sword with both hands to slash it across the mans side, effectively landing a “killing blow” that has the man grasping his side, dropping his sword in the process. You place your blade against the back of his neck, pulling it across it to simulate effecting a definitely killing blow to ensure your “win” in the fight.

The man growls up at you, moving to stand but you have already stepped away, being swept up by the crowd, who pats you on the back, calling out praise to you.

Another guard approaches, handing you a small letter folded up. You open it, seeing a familiar script dancing across the page with only two words written on it.

Visit later.

You glanced up to look around for the man responsible for your short letter, but he had disappeared.

You smiled and tucked the letter into the chestplate of your armor, beside your heart.

Who were you to say no to his request?

4- Show your Love

When you got off of practice that day, you went down to the market to get a small bouquet of flowers. You got his favorite, pink dahlias, which you thought fit him very well. In your kingdom, dahlia’s represented kindness and grace, something that you felt perfectly encapsulated the prince. He was equal parts of princely charm and empathetic sweetness, caring about all that he comes into contact with.

You take the flowers with you up to his room, sneaking through the corridors of the castle, since climbing the wall would surely crush the sweet petals of the fragrant plant you hold close to your body.

Finally making it to the doorway to his chambers, you look both ways before quickly opening the door and ducking inside. Last thing you needed was some random royal to see you slipping into the prince’s room with a bouquet of flowers and a childish grin on your face. Jinyoung wasn’t ready to go public, so you would keep it quiet for now. As long as you still got to be with him.

As you close the door quietly, you turn to find the prince shirtless, his pants being buttoned up by his chambermaid. You smile at the sudden look of surprise on the woman’s face – Jinyoung hadn’t seen you yet because his back was turned, but the woman could see you clearly.

You lift a finger to your lips, signaling her to keep quiet, and she quickly ducks her head back to securing the princes clothes for the afternoon. As she rises to grab the shirt for Jinyoung, you creep forward, wrapping your arms around his middle as you reach him, twirling him into the air.

He yelps, hands coming down to grab your arms, attempting to twist his body to face you. He knows instantly who it is that’s holding him, due to the flowers, the armor, and your familiar scent that has begun to wrap around him, sending his brain into a frenzy.

You can see he’s blushing, from the way his ears are blazing red under his hair and he’s trying to duck his face away from your gaze.

You drop him back onto the ground, letting your hands graze across his bare skin as you pull away, relishing in the way he shivers at your touch before he’s whipping around to face you.

“You scared the living daylights out of me.” He’s pouting, his eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched up, but you could see the slight twitch in his lips fighting to smile.

“You really should be more on your toes. I could have been anyone coming in here. You should never let your guard down, my prince. It could put you in danger.” You lean in as you talk, ghosting your nose over his, causing him to tilt his head up, searching your lips. You pull back before he can make contact and now he’s pouting for real.

“If you weren’t such a menace, my chambermaid here would have at least given a scream of warning if it were anyone of danger. Unfortunately, she seems to like you a little more than she likes me.” He rolls his eyes, sending a playful wink back at the chambermaid who has her face half hidden behind her hand, holding the shirt in the other.

“Nonsense, no one could ever be immune to your boyish charms.” You press a kiss to the mans temple before holding out the flowers for him to see. “Even my measly pay gets wasted away on flowers for you, who needs for nothing, simply so that I can see that beautiful smile you grant me.” Said smile is already splitting his face into pure joy at seeing the circular globes of pink sprouting from your fist. He bends down to give the flowers a deep scent, pulling back with eyes closed and face softened with joy.

“No one knows exactly what I need quite like you, my dearest protector.” He jokes, turning back to the chambermaid so she can slip his shirt on, hiding his golden skin and gentle curves with a linen top of off-white cloth that looks insanely soft and comfortable.

After she secures the fabric to his body, she bows, grabs his day-clothes that need washing, and scampers from the room. She wasn’t likely to say anything – she’s the only one in the castle who knows about your relationship and has been aware of it for two years now. She had walked in on you two cuddling after you had accidentally fallen asleep one late night; she had been sworn to secrecy and had proven tight-lipped since.

You hand the flowers over to your lover before grabbing his hands, pulling him lightly over towards his bed, curtains pulled back to allow in the failing light of the evening through the windows to shine across the silken sheets you two had spent many nights entangled in together.

“What has gotten into you today, my love?” Jinyoung asks, following along pliantly, always willing to follow your lead and whims. He so rarely was able to let go, trust another, and go with the flow – only when he was with you was he able to let down his guard and truly feel.

“Nothing in particular, my prince, only my love for you.” You settle onto the edge of the bed, pulling him to stand between your legs, wrapping your arms around his waist to hold him close. He drapes his arms over your shoulders, looking down at where you sit before him with a look like sheer reverence across his features.

“I should continue to fan that fire if it leads to moments like this.” He whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. You hold him close, relishing in the feeling of his lips pressed to yours, his tongue flicking against your own, his hands running up and down your shoulders and back, as though he couldn’t get enough of touching you.

“I would not complain.” You whisper back when he finally pulls away, a look of thought and concentration passing behind his eyes. “What is on your mind, my prince? I can see that something is troubling you.”

Jinyoung only shakes his head, smiling down at you with love and care.

“Nothing is troubling me, my love. It is only that, I have recently been thinking about how we keep our love a secret. I know that I have said that I do not wish for them to take you from me, while I still only have the power of a prince. However, the many times in which my mother tries to push me into new courtships is growing, and she has expressed fear that I will not be wed before taking the throne. I know that day is many moons off, but I begin to wonder whether it isn’t time that we finally tell the world about our love.” His face begins to glow with the idea, his voice rising with each word as though breathing life into the idea has sparked a flame that will not flicker, fed a stream that will not stop raging.

You reach a hand up, cradling his cheek as you grin back up at the prince. You had voiced several times your undying love for him, and him back to you, but you had resolved to spend many more days hidden away, sneaking your love, until he was king and no one could stop the two of you.

You had believed that his mother would be understanding – she had tried so many times to find a suitor for her son that you were sure she would be happy with nearly anyone that her son had picked to carry his heart. Jinyoung, on the other hand, was skeptical and afraid, after hearing the many mean things that other royals had said about other royals who had married or paired up “below their rank”.

To finally hear Jinyoung say that he was ready to tell the world, haters be damned, had your heart soaring out of your chest, feeling as though you couldn’t breathe with the happiness coursing through your veins.

You pull Jinyoung down on top of you, peppering his face with kisses, almost definitely crushing the beautiful flowers that you had bought earlier in the day. Nothing else mattered than being close to the prince now, showing him exactly how much his words and feelings meant to you. You knew that some part of him was already aware of your passion for him – you had shared it plenty of times in a number of ways, but you needed to reaffirm it now, in the light of the future of your relationship.

Nothing could stop you two now.

5- Tell the World

Days later, you followed Jinyoung into the throne room where his parents are seated on their respective thrones. You had interacted with both the King and Queen in the past, but not in this capacity and not when you were about to convince them into letting you have their sons hand in marriage.

Jinyoung stops before the dais on which they’re sitting and you stop beside him, kneeling and bowing to them before standing straight. You would show deference, but not weakness.

Jinyoung smiled up at his parents, who both smiled back down at their son. They truly loved him; there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for him. You had no doubt that they would grant his wish, if he truly meant what he said.

He takes a deep breath before reaching his hand out to grasp yours. You freeze, waiting for him to explain to his parents why you were both standing before them today.

“Mom, Dad, I know that you’ve both been working very hard to find me a suitor from one of the four kingdoms who is worthy of my heart. I don’t doubt that you have worked tirelessly and did your best work to find people who are really suitable for me and who would make amazing additions to our kingdom, as they would rule beside me. However, unfortunately, the person who won and deserves my heart was in our kingdom this entire time.” He tilts his head to smile at you, his hand gripping yours tightly as if to say he would never let go. “I know that a prince and a guard sounds impossible, and I know many other Kings and Queens would never let their son marry a guard, who many deem as below us. Unlike those men and women, I know that our kingdom values all life, all people, regardless of status and blood. As long as a person is good and kind, is loving and caring, shows strength and courage, defends what they believe in and does not waver in the face of adversity or temptation, that they are worthy of the best that life has to offer. I have met no other who fits those tenants in the way that (y/n) does. They have proven loyal and kind, shown mercy and strength, done all they can to protect their loved ones while never giving up on their own beliefs. They are the only person fit to rule beside me over this kingdom when I one day ascent the throne.”

Your eyes mist over at the heavy praise you’re receiving from the love of your life. Jinyoung was always ready to share with you how much you meant to him, but you had never heard him share such sentiments to anyone else – it was nice to hear when you were alone, but something else entirely when he was telling his parents and the court guards all about his feelings. You could see his mother dab at her eyes, tearing up just as you expected her to; she truly loved and wanted the best for her son.

The one you couldn’t read was the King. He was sitting, looking over the two of you with a neutral face, as though he hadn’t heard anything that the Prince had just said. He leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows against his knees and entwining his fingers together. He hums softly, a low rumble in the otherwise quiet room, as though he’s thinking or warming up his voice for whatever he’s about to say.

The Queen is looking over at the King now, a smile on her face, as though she knows something you don’t which relaxes your shoulders just the slightest bit. If the Queen wasn’t worried, why should you be?

As though your thought sparked something in the King, he looks over at you, reaching a hand out to gesture in your direction as he finally speaks. “So, what do you have to say to all this, my knight?”

You take a deep breath, glancing over at Jinyoung, who is looking at you with those eyes that you had fallen in love with many moons again, and which always seemed to bring you to your knees before him, time and again.

“I have been raised within the walls of this kingdom, under the rule of you both, and under that philosophy and expectations that comes from this society. I have raised through the ranks to prove my worth as a guard to the royal family, to protecting those values and the people of this kingdom with my life. I have spent countless hours training to be the best person I can be, for myself, for my kingdom, for my King, but most importantly, for my Prince, who I have sworn my life to – both out loud and in my heart a million times over. I cannot swear that I have reached the point to claim those same things about myself that Jinyoung sees within me. However, I continue to try everyday to prove him right and to be worthy of him by my side. I don’t presume to be in a place to tell you how to react to our love for each other. I don’t wish to sway you by telling you lies or pressuring you with threats, or any of the things that would instantly lose me the right to stand here before you asking for Jinyoung’s hand. However, I know that you are a fair king. You look to your people to hear their stories and learn their worries, and you care about what will bring true joy back into the kingdom. I stand here today to tell you that nothing would make us happier than to be together, to have each other truly and completely, in the way that we love each other.”

You bow down after finishing your speech, showing that despite all of the things you said, you would respect whatever he ruled in this matter. It would break you to have to turn away from your Prince, but if the King truly believed it would be in his better interest not to wed you, to keep your love a secret, you would continue to spend your days hiding away, stealing glances and touches whenever the chance arose. You would not, however, let him truly be pulled from your grasp.

As you waited to hear the answer of the king, you could feel your heart beating within your chest, pounding against your rib cage as though it wished to fly back to Jinyoung, its true owner. The blood rushed in your ears and you could feel every fiber of your body thrumming with adrenaline and anticipation, knowing your whole world could crash down around you any moment.

Finally the king cleared his throat and you raised your eyes back to the graying man before you, who has a smile creasing his face which has your knees nearly dropping out from under you.

“If my son truly wishes to wed you and he has brought forth the courage to proclaim it before the courts, I see no reason to deny him the joys of love on the basis of something as trivial as status. You have proven strong in mind and body as a royal guard for many years, and the ways in which my son speaks about you shows that you continue to practice these tenets outside of the guard uniform and has me believing that you may be more worthy of the title of the Princes partner than any of the others we have brought here to woo him. I will give you my permission to court each other. Preparations can begin being made to plan the wedding to bind you two together.”

The Queen squeals with joy, leaping from her throne on the dais to raise down to her son, sweeping him into a hug. She presses kisses against his temple, stroking his hair, almost as though he was still a child that she found adorable, rather than a grown man who had just been sworn to wed. She turns to you next, pulling you into an equally strong hug, patting your back and whispering how truly happy she was and how thankful she was to have someone who could show her son the respect and love she knew he deserved.

Tears were shedding down her face, and matching ones traced down the Prince’s as he looked at you over his mother’s shoulder. He mouthed three words to you which had your throat closing up as well, your hands fisting into the queen’s dress as you try to hold back your own emotions.

You had finally won over the Prince, convinced the King and Queen to let you two be together, as you were meant to be. You had been so sure that fate would play out this way, two soulmates finding each other amongst perceived turmoil, but you still couldn’t believe that life had gone so well. You were in love with Prince Jinyoung and you swore to yourself that everyday from this day forward you would do anything to be the guard who deserved to marry the Prince.

And you never broke an oath.

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[wontune]

poderia fazer Locks do Bae Jinyoung pfvrr (cix) 💗

✰ ゙ bae jinyoung [ cix ] lockscreens ‹‹

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[multiphandomunnies]

got7

reactions

girlfriend hugging them in their sleep

deserted island au

high school au

gf is a demon

s.o is shy with skinship

s.o is self conscious

imagines

mark

jackson

thank you

bf! jackson

trying again

single dad au

jaebum

it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

carnation

bf! jaebum

christmas special

i want to do these things with you

jinyoung

youngjae

bambam

christmas special

yugyeom

bf! yugyeom

let’s go out

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[chocolvte]

GOT7 REACTION — what the members would be like as older brothers

REQUEST — Hi, so if it's cool with you could you do a headcanon about what got7 would be like as older brothers?

LISTEN TO — don quixote by seventeen

MARK

facetimes you like once every three months but always answers you when you call him

seems like the type to text you “how do i do xyz” and it’s like the simplest shit ever but he’s simply a boomer and gets confused aww (KIDDING)

gets super pissed when you tell him about any friend drama

and he’s always on your side, no matter what

honestly very sweet to you. medium forgets you exist for a little while but he treats you very well otherwise LOL

「 jaebeom 」

why do i have the feeling y’all had beef when you were younger??

like he’d definitely have bullied you as kids

pulling the ‘i’m older so you have to do what i say!!!’ card all the time

but as you both got older and wiser things got way better between you and now you’re his little bestie

he takes you everywhere with him and you have the same sense of humor so you have lots of inside jokes. you’re even friends with lots of his friends. everyone jokes that they like you more

「 jinyoung 」

the most PROTECTIVE older brother ever

feels the need to vet everyone around you for whatever reason. and it’s always something stupid too like after driving y’all somewhere he’d be like: nah they didn’t pass the vibe check. they didn’t know that one song i played 😒😒

and if you wanted to start dating???

goodbye

he’d treat everyone you brought over as if they were the sketchiest person ever. acts way tougher than he is and definitely would be passive aggressive until they won him over

but also he always pays for your dinner and he always wants to know what’s going on with you

「 jackson 」

jackson has the chillest older brother energy in my humble opinion

like i think he would definitely be protective of you and your energy. he never wants to hear that anyone has done you dirty

that’s when he’d get aggressive but if not then he thinks your life is your business

but also he wants to know EVERYTHING. like mf is NOSY bahaha but he wants to seem like he doesn’t care too much

「 youngjae 」

jae definitely has that shows up in your room, touches three things, then walks out and leaves the door open brother energy

never communicates his feelings directly

but he’d peel your perilla leaves for you, cut your food into bite size pieces, tie your shoes for you if your hands are full, take off your makeup if you come home too drunk to do your skincare

basically acts of service is his love language

he never wants to say that he loves you because he thinks that’s weird but he still thinks you’re the cutest younger sibling ever

「 bambam 」

the type to sit with you while you’re getting ready and just play different songs and gossip with you. then proceeds to say that he helped LMAO

always takes your pictures for you. and he’s so well trained. he always knows the right angles

probably would try to date one of your friends but he’d give it a rest if you really get angry and yell at him about it

but also all of your friends would like him because he’s so easy to hang out with and somehow he’s just always around

also it’s giving: don’t worry kiddo. this one’s on me.

but only after he pretends not to have his wallet on him or something 💀

「 yugyeom 」

like a silent little bodyguard

he’d be the type to unknowingly be a really scary older brother to everyone else, but to you he’s just this little softy

as kids he always read you bedtime stories and got you ready for school in the morning

low key gets emotional that you’re growing up

i think you guys would just be super close and have that relationship that everyone wishes they had with their sibling

but when you fight you FIGHT. like you rarely argue over stupid things so if y’all are beefing it’s definitely over something major

#got7 #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #got7 x reader #got7 fluff #got7 headcanons #got7 jb #jaebeom #jackson want #yugyeom #bambam #youngjae #mark tuan #park jinyoung

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Nineteen

My Idol from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

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You ran your hands lightly over Chan's scalp as he napped on your thighs. His hair wasn't styled, hidden underneath a beanie most of the day, so his natural curls were sticking out in all manner of odd directions. He snored lightly, his plush lips open just enough to let the sound escape.

You had kissed those lips.

Smiling to yourself, you looked out of the car window. When you had started out your day with Hyunjin (of all people), you hadn't expected that you would cross this line with Chan.

You tried not to think too hard about the implications of what this meant. While this was likely a step in the right direction for your relationship with him, what did it mean for the other relationships? If the other contestants tuned in, how would they feel to see you kissing another man? Would they feel pressured to kiss you? Or would you feel the pressure to kiss them?

More than that though, you were starting to worry over the fan reaction. If they were already volatile, would they step it up to new and creative levels? Would you have to worry even more about your safety and the safety of the people around you?

You glanced back down to the arm that Chan had nestled safely against his chest. It was wrapped in a soft cast, partially hidden by his sweater. Hyunjin had clued you in to Chan's hospital visit the night before, so you weren't surprised when he took you up on your offer to be a pillow while he napped. He had just as long of a night as you.

After pressing him a bit more, you discovered that he was originally meant to join you at the date's beginning, but instead, he was shuttled back to JYP. He wouldn't go into the details, but his managers wanted to pull him from the program.

You don't know what you would have done if he hadn't talked them into backing down. The show without Chan would have severely dampened your experience. You had to remind yourself, as much as you enjoyed his presence, you still had three other, just as wonderful men waiting for you. You had firework types of feelings for him, but he couldn't be the end all, be all. Not yet.

As the My Idol SUV pulled up to your hotel, you began to run your fingers lightly over Chan's arm. "Hey, sleepyhead."

Blinking up at you, it took him a moment to realize where he was. A slow smile spread across his face. "We're still on our date."

"I mean, technically," you laughed.

Slowly easing himself up, he assessed his surroundings before shoving his beanie back over his head. "Do you think...um...maybe could I come by and see Junior before I head back to my room?"

Your lips immediately began to say yes, but you paused as you remembered the answer wasn't entirely your own. You waited patiently for Hyuk to realize his answer weighed more than yours. Just because Insu allowed Chan to visit before, didn't mean Hyuk would do the same.

"If you're waiting for my response," Hyuk grumbled. "I don’t consider it an issue."

"Really?" you chuckled.

"Unless the young man smuggled a shiv onto the date, there is no concern for your safety," he continued. "And yes, Mr. Bang, I am familiar with your music, and am aware that you have shivs."

"I - um - that was a metaphor, sir," Chan stuttered. "I don't have any weapons on my person."

"Then perhaps you shouldn't reflect that in your lyrics," Hyuk sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the two of you. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Weapons, even wielded by your dates, were no laughing matter. "It gives you a reputation."

Hyuk was a bit of a weird guy, but you didn't mind him. He was like that one slightly off uncle who knew a little too much, but you'd trust with your life. Just like Insu, he was one of the few people on the My Idol team that you could rely on.

"I'll definitely consider that moving forward, sir," Chan nodded, his spine straight as he addressed Hyuk. As he glanced over to you, you tried to hide your amusement with the whole situation.

"Let's get going then," Hyuk hummed, opening the car door and hopping out. You and Chan exited as well, following Hyuk like baby ducks.

As soon as Chan had been sighted heading toward the lobby, you heard the fans across the street begin to scream. Immediately whipping your head around, your eyes darted in every direction. At this point, it was almost an instinctual reaction to feel anxious whenever fans were in a mile radius. You hated to admit it, but you were scared.

"Hey, we're okay," you heard Chan's voice in your ear. You hadn't realized that in the time it took to survey your surroundings, you had come to a complete stop. Navigating you by your shoulders, Chan gently led you to the hotel's revolving doors.

"Sorry," you croaked, shaking your head as soon as you entered the building. "I just got...kind of lost for a second there."

"Understandable," Chan acknowledged. "I won't stay long. You need your rest too."

A part of you wilted at that comment. It wouldn't be fair to either of you to hold him up, but you were going to miss his calming presence. After the mess that was the voting special, these guys had become one of your main sources of comfort (and you hoped that they felt the same about you.) It would be another few days before you would go on your next date, which meant you could recharge, but you hated being alone with your own thoughts.

Headed up to your floor, the elevator was quiet. You weren't sure if it was because Chan was trying to avoid any more of Hyuk's judgement or if you had made things awkward back down in the lobby. You really hoped it was the first option.

Stepping out and into your hallway, it remained quiet until Hyuk had finally unlocked your door. Much like Insu, he took up post with the door open, keeping an eye on any funny business that may be going on (inside of the room, and out).

"Junior!" Chan whisper shouted as he waddled across the room and dropped to his knees. "He's gotten so big!"

"Has he?" you hummed, leaning against the edge of the bed. Tilting your head, you squinted at the aquarium. "I guess he has gotten a little bigger?"

"You know," Chan said excitedly, his eyes never leaving Jinki for a second. "Goldfish will grow as big as the enclosure you keep them in. We could get him a whole pond and he would be a monster!"

You chuckled, shaking your head at how cute he was. "I think it'll be a while before we invest in a pond exclusively for Jinki."

"You're right," Chan nodded thoughtfully. "He'll need brothers and sisters by then too."

"Are we already discussing extending the family?" you gasped. "On the second date?"

Chan turned to face you, his grin wide on his face. "Too soon?"

"Okay," Hyuk sighed from the door, checking his watch. "We'll be switching guards soon, so it's a good time to get moving."

"Yes sir," Chan agreed, standing and straightening out his posture again. You supposed since he wasn't able to meet your real father yet, Hyuk would be the person he was trying to impress. "Thank you for letting me come by."

"Thanks, Hyuk," you echoed.

Hyuk nodded before waving the two of you off. Shifting toward the hallway, he began to exchange words with someone just out of sight.

Without any warning, Chan pulled you up toward him and wrapped his arms around you for a tight hug. "I'll see you soon."

Your response died in your throat as his lips were on yours again, this time the kiss soft and chaste. Pulling away with an instant smirk, Chan looked into your eyes. "Rest well, okay?"

You nodded dumbly, completely taken aback by all that was Chan. He gave your shoulder one last squeeze before heading toward the door.

"You too," you said weakly, not even sure if he could hear you.

Making his way around Hyuk, you were surprised when the older man grabbed him by the elbow, slowly walking him back into the room.

"And who hired you?" you heard Hyuk ask, his voice deadly serious.

"Choi Insu," the disembodied voice answered back. You shuffled your way over to get a better vantage of what was happening. It was pivotal to remain out of view so you could watch more openly.

The man standing before your door was at least a head, maybe two taller than Hyuk and Chan. His build was disturbingly wide, everything about him intimidating. He gazed into your room casually, as if he had been there before.

Well, that was unsettling.

You felt your heartbeat begin to ramp up as the anxiety took hold. Reaching forward, your fingertips grabbed at the back of Chan's shirt, urging him to take another step back.

"Choi Insu?" Hyuk said. "We don't work with a Choi Insu."

The stranger looked as if he was going to vomit.

"We work with a Kang Insu-" Hyuk corrected, but the stranger instantly cut him off.

"That's who I meant," he chuckled. "Sorry, I don't really have things quite locked in yet."

Insu had instructed you to stay vigilant. This whole encounter was raising red flag after red flag. You wanted to figure out the best way to slam the door in this dude's face and hide away forever.

"When did you start?" Hyuk continued.

Something about this question finally made your warning click in Chan's head as he finally took the few backward strides to stand at your side.

"What's going on?" you whispered, trying to keep the strange man in your line of sight.

"He says he's my new bodyguard," Chan said quietly. "I've never seen him before...and something just...doesn't feel right."

Phasing back into the conversation happening in front of you, you noticed the stranger had become increasingly twitchy.

"Surely you don't mind if I give him a quick call," Hyuk sighed, acting as if this was a normal Saturday evening for him. Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, he tapped at it before placing it to his ear.

"Insu, hi," Hyuk chimed. "Yeah, I have this young man here-"

Before he could even get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth, the man made a break for it. Moving with surprising speed for his size, he was out of sight before you could even blink.

"Stay here," Hyuk barked, yanking the door behind him.

You looked to Chan with wide eyes, your heart dropping to your toes. What had just happened?

.

After waiting about an hour, both of you too shocked to do anything except sit side by side on the edge of the bed, Chan's actual bodyguard appeared at the door.

"You're okay," he groaned, visibly relaxing as he put eyes on Chan. "Thank God."

"I could say the same," Chan said, voice gravelly.

"I think I speak for the both of us when I say, what the fuck?" you gasped, surging from the bed.

"We're going to have a debrief later-"

"You're going to have a debrief now!" you said, almost in hysterics. You felt Chan's arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you into his side.

"We've been in here with no updates after a strange man went bolting from the room," you continued. "After he initially tried to take Chan with him I might add."

"We caught the guy," Chan's bodyguard explained. "He's being questioned by our team, as well as the police. I legitimately thought he was a new bodyguard to relieve me from my shift. I take ownership of that being my mistake."

"Your mistake!" you shouted. "Do you realize what your mistake could have caused."

"Hey, hey," Chan cooed, stroking your shoulder. "I'm sure he's already been beaten up about-"

"I don't care!" you continued. "You just let anyone stroll in off the street and walk away with your idols? What if Hyuk hadn't stopped him? Where would Chan be right now?"

"That's why we have checks in place," the bodyguard croaked, his frame shrinking as you berated him. "He has to go through multiple people to get to this point."

"Urgh," you cried, clenching your fists. This was way too much.

"We'll have more answers for you soon, I promise," the bodyguard said, his eyes glassy. It looked as if he was nearly driven to tears.

Good, you hoped he felt the guilt down to his bones.

"Fine," you snapped, the fight slowly giving way to exhaustion. "I guess we don't have a choice."

'I'll send Insu your way," the bodyguard offered. "He'll know more, I promise."

.

Too bad that even Insu didn't have proper answers for you.

"Tell me again," you implored, refusing to even look at him. He was technically part of the bigger problem.

"He works for someone, but refused to tell us who," he said for what had to have been the fifth time. "He's being held until he decides he wants to thaw a bit to answer our questions."

"How did he get in?"

Insu was silent for a moment. "He walked in."

"He walked in," you repeated. "HE WALKED IN?!"

"He tossed his paper work as he ran, but it was all recovered," Insu said. "Everything looked correct unless you really dug into it."

"So why didn't you? Why didn't anyone?" you whined, keeping your focus on the city streets flying past your window.

"I wasn't here, Y/N," Insu said slowly. "If I was, I promise it wouldn't have gotten as far as it did."

"You need people you can trust," you implored. "You can't be everywhere, all the time."

"Until I found out exactly who is letting these things happen," Insu growled. "I'm going to have to be."

Just as you were about to pepper him with the next round of questions, the My Idol SUV slowed to a stop. Hopping out before he would have to say anything else, Insu held the door open wider for you.

"I'm sorry, but where are we?" you croaked, not getting out. "And who approved this?"

Insu outright laughed before motioning for you to step out of the vehicle.

"I really don't mean to seem high maintenance," you continued, not budging. "But there is literally a dead rat next to your Oxford."

This caused your bodyguard to look down with disinterest. Shaking his head, he glanced up at you again. "Y/N, get out of the car."

"I will when I don't hear police sirens," you hissed. "Which might be awhile."

"Look," he chuckled. "The security team sussed out this location before-"

"Oh, did they?" you cut in. "The same security team someone tried to infiltrate a few days ago?"

This caused Insu to fall quiet. The incident that had happened with Chan was another example of how things were going terribly wrong from a safety standpoint. The attacks also seemed to be getting closer and closer.

"Okay," Insu hummed, reigning in his irritation. "I deserved that."

You felt bad for a moment. He wasn't even on duty when everything had happened. As the scenario played back in your head, you knew that even if he wasn't actively working at the time, he was somewhat responsible for vetting and planning all things surrounding security. You were allowed to give him a little bit of grief.

"You did," you chirped, finally stepping out of the SUV and immediately clinging to his side. It was bad enough that you were now fearing for your life in even the best situations, but now? You were in an awful part of town, standing in front of a building that looked like it had seen much better days.

"What is this place?" you whispered. "A haunted house?"

You had consumed the slightest bit of Korean media in your day and thinking that San, Jackson, or Jungkook would be taking you to a haunted house was a stretch. Well, maybe not Jungkook, but surely, he wouldn't be doing that with you on a second date, right?

"It's a hotel," Insu clarified. "A very nice one in fact."

You blinked up at him, mouth slightly ajar. "I just watched a shutter actively fall off one of the windows."

"Just watch," Insu said, leading you toward the paint peeled front doors. "And trust."

"You're so lucky that I have so few people to trust around here," you muttered. "And if this leads to my death, I'm going to haunt the shit out of you."

.

This was absolutely one of the shadiest set ups for a date you had ever been on.

Leave it to My Idol.

Standing in front of the door marked with a large 7, the light above you flickered, maybe because this place was a shit hole or maybe for dramatic effect.

Inserting the key into the lock (no form of electronic access had you a bit concerned) you turned it until you heard an audible click. Taking a deep breath, you pushed gently against the handle.

Squinting as you walked in, you were taken aback by the interior of the room. If the outside of the hotel was a post-apocalyptic hellscape, the inside was easily four stars.

"What the fuck," you muttered, following a trail of flower petals into the larger part of the suite. A table with plush chairs greeted you first, snacks and drinks of every type lined across the surface. Looking further into the room, past the dining area, was a sitting area. Couches that looked entirely too comfortable faced each other, a small coffee table in between. That was stacked with board games, movies, and even more snacks. Just past the couches, you could see out and onto the balcony. This was not any normal balcony though, no, it came fully equipped with your own personal pool and hot tub.

Spinning on your heel, you stepped gingerly toward the bedroom. This wasn't a weekend date, so you were surprised by how luxurious it all was.

As soon as you crossed the threshold, you let out an embarrassingly loud scream.

A man you recognized as Jinyoung from Got7 lounged seductively across the impeccably white bed, surrounded by candles and fairy lights. You lifted your brows, unsure of what to do with him as he watched you.

This would be so much easier if you weren't jump scared by an aggressively handsome man.

The continued silence seemed to amuse him though, his smirk growing wider by the second. "Y/N?"

Sounded like your name, but in this fever dream, you weren't quite sure anymore.

With a lack of response, Jinyoung could only chuckle. "Ready for a sleepover?"

#got7 #bts #my idol #got7 fluff #stray kids #ateez #bang chan #jackson #jinyoung #san #jungkook

[nyongsimp]

look, ducks! (pjy)

pjy x female reader word count: 1.3k genre: fluff, slice of life, first snow. warnings: idk if jinyoung likes to play in the snow, but i think it fits him, so you can take this as a warning. mature content: no. a/n: first of all; happy holidays !! i hope you have been having a delightful time, if it isn't your case i do really am sorry and hope that you can have a better time next year, sending hugs for everyone who needs and wants one !! i also wish you a happy new year 2024, it's just around the corner and it feels so bittersweet and yet is another year full of opportunities !! my best wishes go to you all !!

MASTERPOST.

summary: it's your first time spending christmas with your boyfriend, and with help of the first snow, he finds a way to make this time memorable.

Even though it was the weekend, Jinyoung had some shootings to do before finishing the last project of the year. On a regular day, you usually weren’t able to join him while he was working, but today as it was the last day scheduled before they could have a deserved Christmas break, so here you were, on set, with a huge jacket while he was reading his lines before he was called to shoot his final scenes of the day.

You have always loved the way he was so passionate about acting, reading the script as many times as he could until he could decipher the real purpose of the character he was portraying, which he often succeeded doing, leading to an amazing performance. Not only that, but the way he also was dedicated to music and how he could portray such feelings with metaphors and symbols. Jinyoung’s passions and dedication were something you have always admired him for.

The set was nice, they were recording inside a coffee shop as they needed a bit more angles here before they could call the day off. It was a nice coffee shop, very warm and pleasant to sight, the owners had to close for the day as only staff was allowed, trying to keep the most secrecy of the project before it was aired.

A couple hours later you were finally dismissed, Jinyoung going to change his character’s clothes for his own. You waited for him outside, noticing how even if there was still some sunlight, the temperature started dropping and you wished to have waited inside. Looking around to see if Jinyong was near you felt something fall in your nose; a snowflake, and that's when you notice the snow falling on the streets. You have heard of a white Christmas, but you have never actually seen—let alone live one.

“It is beautiful,” you said to yourself.

“I know, right?” Jinyoung’s voice made you jump by the sudden way he had approached you without you noticing him, he was looking at you though. He took your hand in his, “you’re freezing, why didn’t you tell me?” you shrugged, you had been in such a focused state watching the small snowflakes falling that you hadn’t even noticed how cold you actually were.

Your boyfriend, as the charming man he usually is, took both your hands in his and brought them to his mouth, blowing on them to try and make them warm. You took that as an opportunity to look at him, it had been so long since you both had time for each other—your schedules often crashing—that you wanted to try and remember as much of him as you could. His nose and cheeks were pink from the cold weather, his hair—now being covered by snow—was down, barely covering his forehead and brushing his eyes. His eyes were focused on your hands, eyelashes long and full. His soft lips were a little chapped as he had forgotten to put some chapstick before coming to the location. You were sure you were irreparably in-love with this man, not that you were complaining.

You tugged your hands to pull him closer to you and kissed him. Usually both of you were careful of the public displays of affection as the public and the media always had some comment about any celebrity’s personal life. He let you kiss him, smiling in the middle of it and never letting your hands go.

Pulling away you smiled, “let’s go, I’m freezing here.”

The snow had already painted the sidewalks and streets white, but there was still enough time for you to get home. Jinyoung let you go inside the company’s car first, and brought you closer to him, causing his manager to roll his eyes. Jinyoung’s manager was one of the first ones to know that you were seriously dating a few months ago, and he didn’t really complain about it but he always enjoyed messing up with Jinyoung.

Once at the company, you both went to Jinyoung’s car after saying goodbye and wishing happy holidays to the staff. The sun had set a few minutes ago and now you were engulfed by the night, you were glad that you were close to home as the snowy weather made driving a little more difficult.

After a few minutes you arrived at your destination, happy to spend more time with the person you loved the most. As soon as you walked through the doors, you felt Jinyoung relax, his schedules had been so hectic these last weeks that you had seen him only once when he was deeply asleep after two full days of shooting. You took off both your jackets and hanged them by the door.

“You fancy some hot chocolate?” you hugged him, and he sighed in content.

A moment later both of you were tucked in bed holding each a hot chocolate, and after you finished your drink you fell asleep.

Opening your eyes, you knew Jinyoung wasn’t in bed. He had always told you how much he loves snow, and you were sure he was getting dressed to go and play with it. You, on the other hand, on days where it was very cold like this, wanted to stay at home and eat as much warm food— like soups and broths—as you could. However, if Jinyoung wanted to go and play with snow, you didn’t see any harm in doing that.

Getting up from bed, you started looking for your boyfriend, only to find him already outside making a small snowman. You put on warmer clothes and went out to him, noticing how it wasn’t a snowman he was building. Walking closer to him, you also noticed a beautifully fresh made heart on the snow to which your man was taking a picture.

“I was wondering,” now it was your turn to surprise him, he looked back at you and smiled, “where could Jinyoung be this early, he doesn’t have any schedule I’m aware of. I even thought of sending a text to your manager to know if it was a last minute shooting,” you dramatized at the same time Jinyoung fixed your scarf.

“I’m sorry, it’s just—look, ducks!” he moved aside, letting you see the snow ducks he had made. Jinyoung had bought a snow-duck-maker or however that is called, considering you had never seen one before. “You told me that you had never seen snow before, so I thought of surprising you with this.”

Your mouth opened in surprise, it was so beautiful. There were two ducks together and then some more behind them. You wondered how long Jinyoung had been outside doing snow ducks, smiling at the thought. Taking your phone out and taking a mitten off, you decided to take some candid pictures of Jinyoung doing snow ducks. You loved the way his eyes lit up when he showed you his creation. Photos meant a lot for both of you, and you knew the moment he noticed you taking him some, he would take you some as well.

Deciding that it was enough, you put your mitten back on and kept your phone on the front bag of your jacket before starting to make a snowball. It was odd, feeling how the snow started melting through the knitted mittens. Then, you threw that snowball at your boyfriend, caughting him off guard.

Jinyoung fell on his ass, “hey!” you stuck your tongue at him and then proceeded to throw him another snowball. “Alright, it’s on!” he replied laughing while making a bigger snowball.

#got7 fic #jinyoung fic #park jinyoung #got7 jinyoung #got7 fluff #jinyoung fluff #chrismtas fic

[mykoreanlove]

GOT7

🖤 JINYOUNG

things that made him run to you // coming back to you // .starved // I wanna know everything, all about you

🖤 JACKSON

on being real // 🥃 realizations // on Kinjaz // daddy fever // acts of intimacy // nightmares // backseat love. // conversations with love // AM hours // you're sick

🖤 JAEBEOM

can I see you tonight?

🖤 YOUNGJAE

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#mykoreanlove #got7 scenarios #got7 jb #got7 jackson #got7 #got7 jinyoung #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #got7 angst #got7 smut #got7 fluff #got7 fanfic #got7 hard hours #got7 jaebeom #got7 jayb #got7 x reader #got7 x you #jinyoung imagine #jinyoung smut #jinyoung scenarios #jinyoung x reader #jackson wang smut #jackson wang fanfic #jackson wang scenarios #jackson wang x y/n #jackson wang x reader #jaebeom x reader #jinyoung x y/n #jackson wang angst #jackson wang fluff

[sweetestofchaos]

Got7′s reactions to...𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐩.

Mark

The smile that tugs at his lips has the guys giggling like school girls. Mark grabs your wrist lightly and pulls you back down, pressing a light kiss to your cheek before he wishes you sweet dreams. Once you’re out of sight Jackson is the one to make a big deal out of it calling Mark all kinds of cringe worthy nicknames.

“I promise to keep it down, babe.”

Jaebeom

He would relish the feeling of your lips on his skin and grab the collar of your shirt to pull you into a quick kiss. He would ignore the cat calling from Bambam and make sure you were feeling okay, before he let you leave for a nap. When they are all alone, Jaebeom would throw a pillow at Bambam and would tell him to shut up before he crushes him.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, babe? Do you need anything from me?”

Jackson

Oh lord, he would be a mess and total lump of needy little affection. You would try to pull away, but Jackson would just pout up at you and bat his eyelashes. He would poke his lips out and making the kissy sound which would in turn make Bambam and Yugyeom echo the kissy sounds while the other guys just laughed. You would roll your eyes and peck Jackson’s lips before you brushed his hair from his face.

*big pout* “You missed.”

Jinyoung

Cue actor Jinyoung. The smile on his face is tight as he tries not to show how he really feels since Yugyeom is watching his reaction like a hawk. He laces your fingers together and kisses the back of your hand while staring up into your eyes. He smiles and shakes your wrists a little before he kisses your fingers again and lets go of your hand. Once you leave Jinyoung’s ears turn a little red and Yugyeom is on it! The little shit is teasing Jinyoung bad...Jaebeom may have to step in so that he doesn’t get murdered.

“Enjoy your nap, love. Call me if you need anything.”

Youngjae

A blushing mess, can’t help but stumble over his words as your face comes into his view. The moment your lips touch his forehead, his soul leaves his body and he turns to a puddle of mush. You giggle to yourself and pat Youngjae’s chest before you smile at the other guys and head to your room for a nap. Youngjae whines and hides his face in his hand while his ears are bright red.

“Ya! Y/n-ah...their trying to kill me.”

Bambam

You gotta be quicker than that! He would see you coming and pull you down for a deep kiss, giggling as you push away from him. He would peck your cheek and litter your wrist in little kisses before he leaned his head back against you. He wouldn’t care that the guys were there, he only cared about you and he never let you sleep without knowing that you were loved. He picks himself up off the couch and lets the guys know that he’ll be right back after he tucks you in.

“Come on baby, let me tuck you in. Can’t have you getting cold.” *evil lil glint in his eyes*

Yugyeom

No, nope, don’t even. You know damn well that the guys will tease him and his needs to taste your lips, always. Yugyeom would take it on the chin and pull you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. You wanna play this game? That’s fine, but Yugyeom will win. He lets you get comfy in his lap and traces small circles on your lower back, easing you into a safe place as you drift off to sleep in his embrace. He’s a little shit because he knows the guys won’t say a word to him about it while you are right there.

“Where are you doing, sweetness? Come here for a moment.”

#got7 reactions #mark tuan #lim jaebeom #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #got7 #kpop ambw #gender neutral reader #got7 fluff #soc got7 #exqueuese me #forehead kisses

[winter-dayz]

Grinch Festivities

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader Grinch/Scrooge Genre: Fluff Words: 1083

Masterlist | 12 Days of Ficmas Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“What do you mean you’re busy? You just told me that you’d go with me.” She asked exasperatedly.

“That was before you mentioned it was a Christmas party.” He responded, sorting through his closet. Jinyoung’s phone sat on a nearby dresser, his girlfriend on speakerphone.

“What, now you’re gonna tell me that you don’t like Christmas?” Y/N asked sarcastically. There was no way her boyfriend didn’t like Christmas… surely. The line was silent. “Jinyoung?...You know Christmas is like my favorite holiday, right?” The silence stretched on a little longer before a cough sounded from the speaker of her phone.

“Of course I’m going with you, love. I’m picking out what to wear right now.” She side-eyed her phone for a moment before a wicked smirk overcame her face.

“Actually, I was thinking we could wear ugly sweaters together.” She tried hard to keep the smile out of her voice. The line went silent again, and Y/N wondered if Jinyoung would hang up on her. “Just kidding! Pick me up tomorrow at five, okay? I can give you directions then. Love you~” She heard him hum, but then he sounded closer as he repeated her words back.

🎄

“You look like you’re going to a funeral.” She joked, hopping in the front seat. Her boyfriend donned a black long-sleeve, black jeans, and nice black shoes. Handsome, but not at all festive.

Meanwhile, Y/N wore a cute and—more importantly—festive, red dress and a reindeer antler headband. Her boyfriend did think she looked cute but that was just because he always thought she did.

Jinyoung chuckled as he waited for her to put in the directions. When he pulled off, he shot a glance over to her, unable to help the playful smile on his face. As little as he cared for the holiday, he couldn’t help but admire the effort his girlfriend put into her festivity.

“You don’t think the Christmas light bracelet is too much?” He asked, flicking on his blinker to make a right. She fake scoffed in outrage at the implication, so he swapped to one-handed driving in order to slide his hand into hers. He brought the back of her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the skin.

She smiled giddily to herself as she turned to look out the window, admiring the colors swirling in the sky as the sun set.

“So are you excited? For the party?” She broke the silence after a moment, looking back towards him.

He hummed and gave a slight nod. “Yeah, it should be fun.”

“Really? Cause you make it sound like you’re going to a business meeting or something. C’mon, let loose a little, it’s just a Christmas party with some of my friends.”

“I am. Just promise there won’t be any weird games.” He side-eyed her with a disgusted look, but she only offered an innocent smirk.

“No promises, love. It’s a holiday party; that’s like half the fun.” He groaned at her words dramatically. “Alright, alright… I will say there won’t be any reindeer-themed games.”

🎄

The apartment was decorated with festive lights and knick-knacks. Laughter could be heard from down the hall, but no one in the complex seemed perturbed. Jinyoung couldn’t help but feel warm and welcomed either, which Y/N found to be a great sign.

Maybe Jinyoung would change his mind about the charm of Christmas.

Y/N managed to rope him into dancing, a kiss under a tactfully placed mistletoe, and even willful participation in a couple of the games. She stepped away to find the bathroom and when she came back, he was happily chatting away with one of her closest friend’s boyfriend.

Later in the evening, when they found a quiet spot away from the crowd, Y/N turned to him with a satisfied grin. “See? I told you it would actually be fun.” She rested her hands against his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily in his chest.

Jinyoung smirked down at his lovely girlfriend, bringing her hands up so he could peck her fingertips. He was wearing an oversized Santa coat that he had to put on for an earlier game. Then his lips spread into a more genuine smile.

“You were right, I’m having a great time. Thank you for inviting me.”

She leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips like he had done to her fingers, “Anytime, Grinch.”

As they rejoined the party, Y/N noticed a particular twinkle in Jinyoung’s eyes. It was obvious he was quickly warming up to Christmas and its festivities. He was even the one who suggested they duet a song when the karaoke machine was brought out.

🎄

“So… Am I still dating a Scrooge, or did I change your opinion on Christmas?” She asked with a cheeky smile while they strolled around the chilly city streets. They’d both had a decent amount of spiked eggnog and cider at the party, so a midnight stroll before heading home seemed like a smart way to sober up.

He sighed loudly, but his face told a different story. His eyes were light with glee, and a smile toyed at his lips. 

“I suppose it might not be as awful as I thought. Definitely cheesy though.” He chuckled, “But so are you, and I love you.”

Their hands swung between them, growing numb-er in the freezing air, but it did little to dampen their elated moods. They were approaching their parked car, and while Jinyoung was sober enough to drive, he was tempted to pretend not to be so he could continue their walk. The shiver he caught from the corner of his eye changed his mind, however, and he ushered her over to the car so he could blast the heat.

When he pulled up to the front of her apartment, she turned to him, with a bit of a shy smile. “Stay the night?” And all he could do was nod.

Inside her cozy apartment, they kicked off their shoes and settled on the couch. Y/N curled up beside Jinyoung, a content smile on her face. They exchanged lazy kisses, basking in the afterglow of a night filled with laughter and love.

“Maybe it’s just you that I can’t resist the charm of,” Jinyoung teased, his fingers gently playing with the strands of her hair.

She grinned, leaning into his touch. “Whatever, I knew you’d come around. Who can resist the magic of the holidays?”

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[prettywordsyouleft]

You Have Me

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: fluff / friends to lovers

Warnings: none

Word count: 1905

A set of arms slipped around Jinyoung’s sides, making his eyes widen as he looked down to watch hands link together over his waist. He blinked, registering the warmth of the body connected to said arms now snuggling into his back, a nose pressing into the nape of his neck, nuzzling softly.

This had to be a dream.

“I just need a moment,” a mumble came from somewhere embedded in his shoulder blade, and yet he knew it was your voice that accompanied your hands around him now.

This suddenly was a delicious dream. One he didn’t want to ever wake up from.

“How long is a moment?” he asked, attempting and failing to sound teasing in his question. His voice sounded hoarse, too strained. Jinyoung was relieved that at least his body had lost its rigidness immediately, relaxing into your hold on him. He tried to look back outside at the birthday party you both had been invited to, but he was struggling to stop his senses from slipping to you.

You tightened your grip. “Well, it’s longer than a minute.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, turning your head, so your cheek rested against his back. “A moment is rather immeasurable at times.”

“And you need this moment to remain immeasurable?”

“Perhaps.”

“Any particular reason that you need this moment pressed into my back, Y/N?”

You sighed. Or maybe you breathed him in. He couldn’t quite tell. Jinyoung felt giddy, on the edge of something big. Something life-changing. He just hoped that when he took the fall, you remained beside him for it.

Or at least, still nestled into his back in comfort.

“Well, don’t tell the birthday boy, but between you both, your back looks more inviting than Mark’s.”

Jinyoung’s mood dampened. He didn’t want to be a better option. He wanted to be the only one you’d turn to.

“Huh,” he said, hoping his disappointment wasn’t as tangible as it felt. “Guess the gym has helped with that.”

“Maybe I should join the gym,” you commented mindlessly, and Jinyoung clamped his eyes shut, trying to stop the flashes of you working out from cementing into his brain. He couldn’t let the idea exist for more than a second. Otherwise, he’d be convincing you to join, and no doubt getting injured by being completely distracted whenever he saw you.

“Why?”

“So you can return the back hug favour!”

“Do you need a good, strong back for such a hug?” he mused, and you squeezed his middle a little.

“I don’t have a flimsy one.”

“Let me see,” he asked, whirling around in your embrace, stopping when your gaze collided with his. His eyes widened a second time, a thumb coming up to caress the now dried skin under your red eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“This doesn’t look like nothing to me.” He gestured with his free hand to your expression, the evidence of previous tears. Your hold remained firm around his middle. You weren’t ready to let go, that much was certain. “Tell me what happened.”

“I’m going home,” you whispered, and Jinyoung frowned. When he didn’t verbally reply, you let your focus fall to the arm he had placed around you, encouraging you to stay with him. “I don’t think I’m cut out for the city, you know? Well, maybe you don’t know because you’ve lived here a whole lot longer than me and I—”

“You and I both know that’s not true. You love the city, Y/N,” he cut in, trying to hide the ugly panic swirling in his chest. He didn’t want this to turn into a nightmare. Not when the dream of having you this close had felt so good.

You barked out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. I guess the city doesn’t like me then. I lost my job. You know, the one I was really excited to get a few months ago? I can’t believe that I ever was. And to be fair, I didn’t lose it on my own merit. Rather, I just couldn’t deal with Dean’s constant undermining of me anymore. I went to HR about his misconduct, and guess who the company sided with?”

“They chose him,” he answered darkly, his hand fisting the back of your shirt, so he didn’t fly off and use it elsewhere. Preferably in your ex-colleague’s face.

“Without that job, I can’t afford the city,” you whispered. “I have some savings, but not a lot, and my rent has increased, as has the price of living. So, I rang my Mum earlier and asked if I could move home. Of course, she said yes, she’s my Mum. But I feel like I failed.”

Jinyoung pulled you into him then, your head tucked in against his chest as he cradled you in comfort. He hated the disappointment in your eyes, the way you felt like you had done something wrong. The world was being cruel to one of the few people he knew that was honest, hard-working, and too selfless for their own good. He wanted to scoop you up and protect you forever, but he knew that you were far too stubborn to rely on him for anything more than this hug.

And yet…

“Move in with me,” he announced, and your head shot up from his chest, your eyes round with his statement. He nodded once, determined that he could change this play of fate. That he could keep you here a little longer. He didn’t want you to leave. Not now. Not when he was so close to soaring with the feelings he held within his chest.

But his feelings took a nosedive when you started to laugh.

“Are you serious?!” you chortled, your lips spreading into a smile laced with amusement. “You and me, living together?”

“I can’t see why it’s such a laughable option,” he mumbled, and you grinned before resting your forehead against his chest.

“We’d kill each other. I’m chaotic, whilst you have everything in your house organised and in a set routine.”

“My house has more than one bedroom. You can leave your room as messy as it suits you so long as you leave the door shut.”

“We don’t even like the same foods half the time.”

“So we’ll make compromises and cook for ourselves where necessary.”

You lifted your head but darted your gaze away before he could catch it. “I still can’t live with you.”

“Why not now? I lived in a dorm with six other guys when I was in college. If I can survive that, then—”

“I couldn’t cope seeing you bring home other women,” you said softly, barely louder than a whisper. “Instead of me.”

Had he heard you right? Dazed, Jinyoung thought over the sentence, trying to ensure he hadn’t just conjured the words out of your mouth to please his desire for you.

You took the lapse of focus to your advantage, slipping away from his embrace, the sudden coldness to his body alerting him of you running away. He managed to reach you before you got to the door, his arms now sliding around your waist, tugging you back into him. You stiffened momentarily.

“What are you doing?”

“I need a moment,” he stated gruffly, securing his grip around you. “A really long one.”

“How long is that?” you wondered quietly, the air surrounding you both now charged.

This was the moment he stepped off the edge, praying that you fell with him.

“So long that it lasts forever.”

“Jinyoung—”

“You don’t have to worry about any women coming over. Not when you’re there. Not when I have you.”

He felt your deep inhale and waited for you to release it, to say something. Anything.

“You have me?” you echoed, and Jinyoung buried his face into the side of your neck, pursing his lips into the soft skin just below your ear.

He didn’t answer verbally, allowing his body holding you to voice what it had wanted to for so long. How right you felt in his arms. How eager he had been to go from being a friend of a friend to one of your closest friends. How many nights he had spent in your company like tonight and found it impossible not to touch you, even if he had to tease you to get the chance.

If there was anyone he’d fall for, it was you.

“You have me,” you said once more, without the question in your tone. Turning around, you looked at him, eyes full of wonder. Sparkling with hope and unspoken confessions. “You’ve always had me.”

“I have?” Jinyoung asked, swallowing slowly. “Why plan to leave me then?”

“I didn’t want to believe that I was lucky enough to have you,” you told him, reaching up to cup his jaw in your hand. “It felt too much like a dream.”

“We’re awake right now. There’s no need to dream it when we can have it.”

You couldn’t bite back a snort. Jinyoung groaned loudly when you slapped a hand onto his chest, shaking with laughter. Eventually, you looked up at him. “That was so cheesy.”

“It sounded better in my head,” he lamented, sighing heavily.

“I don’t want to leave you or the city,” you stated once sober from your amusement, the hand still on his chest now scorching through his shirt. “You promise you won’t kick me out until I find a new job, at least?”

“Why am I kicking you out? Did you not connect my words? I always want you in my life, Y/N.”

You beamed at him but then twisted your lips. “I mean, I want that too, but I also know that sometimes I can really grate on your nerves. And your nagging is…”

“Is what?” he ventured when it was clear you weren’t prepared to finish the sentence.

Your lips twitched. “Brutal.”

“You know what’s brutal?” he asked, scooping you up in his arms again, trapping both your hands against his chest. “Having to hear you consider leaving me. You owe me for the heartache I just endured.”

“It’s not like I inflicted it without reason, Park Jinyoung!”

“You owe me,” he insisted, and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, tapping a finger to his cheek. “Kiss it better.”

“Your heart isn’t up there, you idiot,” you said before ducking your head and placing a kiss over his chest. Jinyoung stilled, his grip on you loosening. He started to fall over the ledge you had sent him off, his heart rate kicking up a notch.

But you didn’t let him fall alone too far, your hands sliding up to cup his face, angling it and pressing your lips to his softly. Before he could respond, you pulled away. “There. Better?”

“Not even close,” he murmured before capturing your mouth in his, deepening the kiss by parting your mouth. You didn’t hesitate to meet his demands, the hunger he felt was pouring out of you too. His hands tangled in your hair, holding you to him, ensuring that you knew how much he wanted you, cherished you before he lifted away to take in steadying breaths.

You were stunned momentarily before you smiled. “I’m really glad I didn’t go and get a back hug from Mark now. I doubt it would have ended like this.”

Jinyoung choked on his own amusement. “For many reasons, I’m glad you didn’t either.”

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[thatonedonut]

Can you possibly do a scenario of this?

You and GOT7 Jackson are filming a roommate kind of reality show but with his members and yours, and one night he shyly confesses to you and you tell him you like him too off camera

If that's possible, thank you in advance ☺️

Jackson Wang x reader

Genre: fluff

It had been several weeks since you had started staying in the group house with GOT7. This being your first reality show since your group's debut, you quickly gained popularity among the viewers, particularly for your brewing friendship with Jackson Wang.

Despite your anxiety and the pressure to be well-liked among your fans and avoid hate from Ahgase, you quickly bonded with him over the other boys. In the beginning, he often engaged you during group discussions and games, looking in your direction for approval. Each morning, he would offer to make breakfast for you and himself once you entered the kitchen. Then, you were forced to share a room with him due to uneven and inconvenient rooming arrangements. The last few nights, you talked for hours upon end out of camera view, laughing, having occasional pillow fights following bickering, and waking up to see him sleeping soundly under the comforters in his bed. Among the chaos, you were admittedly having a great time during your minor escape from the busy life of an idol.

Tonight, you began putting your hair up to begin your nightly routine per usual, before Jackson stuck his head in the door, softly knocking.

"How much longer are you going to take? Are you removing your entire face?"

You giggled, throwing a cloth at the door, "beauty takes time Mr. Wang"

He rolled his eyes, turning around and flopping on his bed. 15 minutes later, you exited the bathroom, makeup-free and fresh from the shower. Your wet hair soaked the back of your oversized t-shirt, causing a wet spot to form.

Jackson sat up from his position, "Why didn't you dry your hair? Come over here," he grabbed a towel from the end of his bed.

Before you could protest, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you to sit between his legs. He gently pushed your hair out of your face before he began patting the sides of your head.

"You're so pretty," he began to focus on the strands of your hair wrapping around his fingers, "I'm not sure if I've told you that."

Your face flushed at the intimate contact, "No, you haven't told me"

He smiled slightly, still stroking your head with the towel, "I should've. I think it all the time."

You stayed silent, partially not knowing how to respond, but also trying to read what he was thinking as you leaned back into his chest.

"You know," he breathed, "if we weren't in this situation, I wouldn't mind living like this."

You shifted your head to the side, making eye contact. "With roommates?"

He paused his movements, "no, with you."

You hesitate, listening to the rhythm of your breaths, "I'm not sure what you mean-"

"Yes, you do," he interrupts. "If we weren't on this show, if you felt the same way, if I could do this for real, I would do it with you. Everything: making breakfast for you, brushing our teeth together, going to sleep with you next to me, and hearing your voice when I wake up."

You tilt your head up, leaving your lips inches away from his, "but this isn't real."

A smile creeps onto his face before he leans over your shoulder, pressing his lips against yours.

He pulls away, leaving a lingering taste, "No, but that was."

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