#got7angst

[phoenix-oasis]

hey ya, what would got7's reaction when they catch their s/o going through their phone, cause s/he has been cheated on before and is a bit distrusting. Pretty please? Love you this blog btw.

Hey Lovely!  Admin Oasis here!  I didn’t want to make all the guys’ reactions mad and mean because I don’t believe that they would all be angry at their S/O going through their phone, especially if there was a reason they were untrusting.  I hope you like this, and I hope it was something of what you wanted.

Masterlist

A few months ago, you and your ex had broken up because he had cheated on you, and lied to you about everything. He had been your first love and had fallen deeply in love with him and all his lies.  When he had cheated on you, he had completely broken your heart and also shattered your trust.  

For months you didn’t trust anybody who told you they wanted to go out with you and get to know you.  You knew that they were either going to eventually cheat on you or were cheating on somebody with you.  Fights always came about, and your dates ended in disaster. You started wondering why you always accepted these dinner invitations.

Then you’d met your boyfriend.  He had asked you, flat out, why you were picking a fight, and you had explained to him about your ex, great move to talk about your ex on a first date.  However, once he’d taken you home, he’d asked you out again, and that was that.

Then JYPE made you even more insecure, by having your boyfriend train their newest batch of female trainees, personally.

JB:

You and JB were sitting at home, getting ready to watch a movie.  Tonight was a date night, as it had been since you started dating, and that consisted of staying home, chilling, cuddling, watching movies, and just enjoying each other’s company.  He had ordered your favorite take out, and you were cuddled up with him.

The doorbell rang, and he got up. “It’s probably the food,” he said, grabbing his wallet.  “I’ll be back, kitten.”

He left his phone on the couch next to you.  You knew that you shouldn’t, but you were so damn curious.  Then his phone vibrated, as he got a message.  The name on the message was a female name, and you couldn’t help the feeling of unease, and the jealousy was real.  Because of the female name, you couldn’t help it.

You reached out, took the phone, and put in his passcode.  You chose the message, and started reading:

Hye-mi: Jaebum, oppa, I need help with the arrangement that JYP wants me to do.

JB: I can’t help today.  I’m meeting my girlfriend for our date night.

Hye-mi: Oppa!  My career is on the line!

JB: Then you shouldn’t have waited to the last minute.  JYP might have said I’m your mentor, but I have a life, and I’m not putting it on hold for you, when you should have worked on it with me, when we are both available.  Maybe you’ll learn to do your work first, party second.

Hye-mi: I don’t need a lecture, oppa.  I need help.

That was the last message, the one that you had seen the female name of.  You were so into reading the messages, that you didn’t notice JB coming back into the room, take out in his hand, and putting it on the coffee table.

“What are you doing?” his stern voice asked.

You jumped and looked up at him. “You got a message.”  Blushing, you put the phone down.  “It was a female name, so I checked the message.”

“To see if I was cheating?” he asked, sitting down next to you.

“Maybe,” you said, still looking down, feeling ashamed.  He had never given you a reason to doubt him.

“Baby,” he said, making you look at him. “I know everything that you went through with that bastard.  I’m not about to lose you and everything that we have, for some stupid little trainee who doesn’t take this work seriously.”  He sighed, rolling his eyes.  “I love you, and I won’t ever hurt you, not like that.  If you ever have doubts, just come to me.  I will give you my phone, so you can check it.  You don’t have to sneak my phone away.”

You smiled at him, nodding, and handing him his phone.  He rolled his eyes at the message and put his phone away without answering her.  He hit play, and put his arm around you, pulling you close, feeding you a strawberry, as the opening credits started.  You really loved him, and it seemed that this time, your affection was put on the right person.

Mark:

Mark and you had just gotten into a huge argument over you not trusting him.  He was angry that you always compared him to your ex.  He was pacing back and forth, fuming that you were once again accusing him of flirting with the trainee that he had been told to mentor. He was getting tired of telling you that you were wrong, and that wasn’t the case.

He walked off in a huff, not wanting to yell at you anymore, leaving his phone behind.  You grabbed it, punching in his code, and started snooping through his phone.  You looked at everything: his pictures, which consisted mostly of you, his messages, which made him sound very frustrated with her for asking stupid questions, his kakaotalk, which again was mostly you and the other boys.  There really didn’t seem to be any evidence of his cheating.

“What the hell are you doing?” his voice snapped, making you jump.  You didn’t answer him, and he snatched his phone away from you.  “You’re snooping through my phone now too?” he demanded, and you looked down.

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking up at him.  “I don’t mean to compare you to him.”  You bit your lip, shrugging, eyes welling with tears.  “He broke me when he cheated on me.  He made me believe that he loved me, that I was the most important thing in his life, and it made me trust him implicitly.  He could do no wrong.”

Mark sighed, closing his eyes. He’d heard about your ex-boyfriend before.  He didn’t want to hear any more about him.

“I know that you hate hearing about him too,” you said, reading his frustration just right.  “I know that you hate him because I compare you to him all the time, but I can’t help it.  I don’t’ trust people easily.  I can’t.”

“I hate him because he hurt you,” Mark said, his voice still frustrated.  “I hate him because you can’t trust me because of what he did, and it makes me so fucking angry.”  He sighed, running a hand through his hair.  “But I do understand.  We have to work on it though because I don’t want to yell at you again because you don’t trust me.  I haven’t given you a reason to distrust me, to accuse me of flirting or cheating, and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t.”

“I’ll work on it,” you said, nodding, looking down, rather ashamed of having accused him.  “I’ll try, just be a little more patient with me.  Please?”

“Ok, I’ll try,” he answered nodding, before pulling you into his arm.

Jackson:

Jackson’s phone went off.  The name on the notification was some girl’s name. He’d told you, the second JYPE put that trainee under his tutelage that he was going to have to mentor her.  You didn’t like it, however, that she kept texting his personal phone and calling him oppa and stuff.

You knew that you shouldn’t snoop on his phone.  He had never given you a reason to doubt him, to think that he would cheat on you.  If anything, he was always very honest with you, even about things that he knew you would not like to hear.  If he was doing a duet with a female idol, he would tell you.  If he was doing a music video with a female, he would tell you.  If he modeled with a female, he would tell you.

You couldn’t help it, though.  You didn’t trust his relationship with the trainee. You didn’t trust her.  You didn’t trust Jackson, and it was all your ex’s fault. You grabbed Jackson’s phone, knowing that he was making something for you two to eat and that would take him a while.

Jeannie: Oppa, we should have lunch tomorrow, so that we can talk about the dance lesson.

Jeannie: Oppa, why are you ignoring me?

Jeannie: Oppa, I know that you read this.  I can see that you did.  What do you think of lunch?

“Who is it?” Jackson’s voice found you as he was coming back into the living room.

“Jeannie,” you said, putting his phone down.  “And she wants to have lunch with you tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but put a little bit of resentment into your tone.  You turned away from Jackson, getting up from the sofa.  You were intending to go to the bathroom and cry, but you heard Jackson sigh before he took your arm.  Slowly he turned you to face him, a pout on his face.

“I’m busy tomorrow for lunch,” he said, placing his lips on your forehead.

With a furrowed brow, you pulled back to look at him.  “You are?” you asked, a sharp tone in your voice.

He laughed.  “Yes, dummy, with you,” he said, putting his arm around you. “We are going to go out and have lunch, and then we’ll have dinner, and then we’ll come home and have some alone, sexy time.”  You whined, because he was embarrassing you, and he laughed.  “You are the only one for me baby.  I love you, and if you want to look at my phone to see what she says and how I respond, then that’s fine.  My phone is your phone.”

You smiled, kissing him softly, before he led you to the dining room to eat dinner.

Jinyoung:

You weren’t happy with Jinyoung and the fact that he had a little trainee that was going to be taking up his time, but you did not complain.  You knew that with his job came these kinds of things, mentoring young, up and coming idols.  You didn’t like that she seemed so comfortable with your boyfriend.

You arrived at the JYPE building because you and Jinyoung were going to have lunch before he had to come back to practice for their new comeback.  As you walked up to the door with a glass window, the door to the dance studio, you could see Jinyoung with the trainee, teaching her some simple choreography. She kept getting it wrong, giggling, and putting her hand on his arm.  You were getting irritated.

It seemed like they were close. It seemed that she was flirting with him, and he was accepting her advances.  If there was going to be evidence of his cheating, it would be on his phone, which happened to be on the sofa.  You walked into the room.  He looked up, smiled sweetly at you, waved, and then turned back to the trainee.

“You have to get this right because at one I’m taking my girlfriend to lunch.  Hurry up, I don’t have time for you playing around.”

“Yes, oppa,” she said, nodding, and you tilted your head in frustration.

“It’s ok, oppa you can teach her what you have to.  The restaurant won’t be going anywhere,” you said, making him smile.

“Love you,” he said, nodding, then turning back to the trainee.

You went to the sofa, sat down, and grabbed his phone.  After punching in his code, you started snooping.  You checked everything, his photos, his messages, his contacts, his social media, absolutely everything.  

“Find what you were looking for, detective?” Jinyoung asked, making you jump.

“Yes,” you said, nodding.

“What were you looking for exactly?” he asked, sitting next to you, plucking his phone out of your hand.

“Whether or not you and that chickie were closer than you should be.”

“And you found what you were looking for?” he asked, looking down at you, his brow furrowed.

“Yes,” you answered, nodding.  “I found the answer I was looking for.”  His eyebrows rose, and he gave you a pointed look. “You are not cheating on me.”

“I could have told you that,” he said, rolling his eyes.  “That girl is way too immature for me to see her as anything other than a little sister. Now let’s go have lunch since you made me stay and teach her the dance.”

You laughed, nodding, and the two of you went to go eat lunch.

Youngjae:

Youngjae was asleep.  He was frustrated with the trainee that he had to mentor, who seemed to want to have fun, be famous, and spend money, and be a celebrity.  Youngjae tried telling her that there was more to the life of an idol than just fun. There was a lot of hard work, a lot of lack of sleep and food, and sacrifices that made the life of an idol one of the most taxing jobs ever.

While Youngjae had been sleeping, you had taken his phone, because you didn’t like that little girl, and were convinced that she was trying to take Youngjae from you.  You saw that she constantly sent him selfies of herself, asking what he thought about her outfits, and Youngjae was always vague with his answers.  It was always either an “I’m not the right person to ask,” or “I’m not the fashionista of the group I don’t know it looks good enough.”

As you were going to check his photos, to see if Youngjae had saved the picture of you, the phone dinged with a message.  She sent him a picture of herself in a very tiny skirt, a cropped top, a cropped jacket, and white sneakers.  She asked him if he thought the outfit looked cute on her.  You couldn’t help but answer.

“The weather is changing, getting colder, you’re going to catch a cold, and you’re going to miss dance lessons because you’re sick.  Don’t wear that.”

“Jagi!” Youngjae’s voice found you. “Jagi, have you seen my phone?  I heard it earlier, but I can’t find it!”

“It’s here in the living room.”

“Check the messages for me!” he answered, as you heard the bed creaking with him getting up out of bed.

“Candy is sending you a picture of her in a mini skirt and a crop top.”

“Aish this girl!  Doesn’t she know it’s getting colder outside?”

She sent a sad-faced emoji, and you chuckled.  “That’s what I told her, and she sent a sad face.”

He opened the door, made a show of rolling his eyes to make you laugh, and went to sit with you.  You leaned into him as his arm moved around you and you gave him his phone back.  

BamBam:

BamBam was admiring his trainee’s outfit.  She had been coined the fashionista of the group, and BamBam was giving her pointers. He laughed at something she said, and she gave him a kissy face.  He put his hand on her face and turned her away, and you couldn’t help but giggle. However, insecurity was there.

Why did she have to be so comfortable around BamBam?  If you were truthful with yourself, it was because BamBam was very chill when it came to being considered a hyung/oppa.  He liked to have fun and he liked to include people in his shenanigans.

He knew, though, that you would be insecure with his being so carefree with the trainee he had to mentor.  He turned to look at you, waiting for him to finish so that you could go home, and he smiled, waved, and then blew you a kiss.

“Oh, oppa, so cute,” she said, and you scrunched your nose.

His phone vibrated next to you, and you looked down at it.  Her picture appeared on his phone, on his lock screen, and you furrowed your brow. Why the hell was her picture on his lock screen?  You grabbed the phone and switched it on.

Well, you were wrong.  It wasn’t his lock screen, it was his contact photo of her, but she had her lips pursed, aiming for his cheek, her right eye winking at the camera, and he was laughing.  The jealousy and insecurity were instant.

“What are you doing with my phone,” BamBam’s stern voice found you.

“I was just checking why her photo was on your phone,” you said, looking down.

He snatched his phone from your hands. “You mean checking to see if I was cheating on you,” he clarified.  “Because even though I’ve never given you a reason to think that I would cheat on you, like your fucking ex.”

“BamBam, can’t you just see it from my point of view, please?” you asked, biting your lower lip because you knew that he was right.

“I do see it from your point of view!” he shouted, making you jump.  “I have seen it from your point of view since we started dating!”  You swallowed hard, looking down, feeling ashamed.  “How long before you start trusting me?!”

“It’s hard for me to trust anybody!” you answered, a tear falling from your eye.  “I’m sorry!  I can’t help it!”

“Well,” BamBam said, reaching out to wipe your tear away.  “I don’t know how long I’m going to be ok with you not trusting me.”  He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I understand why you don’t, believe me, but I’m getting tired of proving to you that I’m not your ex-boyfriend.”

He turned and walked out of the dressing room, and you sniffled.  Did you blow this relationship with your insecurities?

Yugyeom:

You were watching Yugyeom mentor the new female trainee that JYPE made stuck him with.  He smiled, nodding in approval, as the trainee got the move right.  He smiled at her, his hand hovering over her elbow.  She beamed at him, and you could feel your anger, but more importantly, your insecurities, rise.

He laughed with the trainee, and then they moved on to the other choreography. His phone dinged, and you reached out for his phone.  Yugyeom noticed this, but he didn’t say anything.  He knew why you were snooping through his phone, and to be fair, it hurt that you would either not trust him to be faithful to you, or cheat on you with someone else, like your ex-boyfriend.

He turned back to the trainee and continued the lesson.  Afterward, he turned back to you.  You were frowning, and he furrowed his brow.  He was pretty sure that there was nothing on his phone that would lead you to believe that he was cheating.  He turned back to the trainee and smiled.

“See you tomorrow, Sunny,” he said.  

She bowed and smiled.  “Thanks, oppa,” she said and turned to run out of the dance room.  

Now he was able to focus completely on you.  He walked over to you and squatted down to be able to look at your face to face.  You weren’t looking at him, and there were tears in your eyes, and he didn’t like that you were crying because of something that you found on his phone.

“What?” he asked softly, not wanting you to think that he was mad at you for snooping.  

“Are you seeing her?” you asked, and he sighed.

It hurt that you would think this of him, but hearing it from your voice was even worse.  “I am not,” he said, standing up.  “I am not your ex.  I’m not going to cheat on you.  If I find that I don’t love you anymore, I’m just going to tell you, and that’s that.”

That got you to look at him.  “You don’t love me.”

He shook his head.  “You would only hear that part of the conversation,” he said, pulling you into his arms.  “I love you. If that ever changes, I will most definitely tell you, rather than run around behind your back.”  You blush, then nod.  “I like that she’s a dancer and that she gets the dances right away. Working with hyungs, sometimes it gets tedious having to do the same moves over and over and over.  However, you’re the only girl that I see.  I promise.”

“Ok, Yuggie,” you said, leaning into him.  “Can we go home?”

“Yes,” he said, nodding.

#got7 #got7 reaction #reaction #angst #fluff #asked #answered #got7angst #got7fluff #im jb #mark tuan #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom

[sinsehuncity]

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

this is a masterlist of oneshots, their plots being based off of a single word. i will not take requests for this series. 

using a random picker wheel lol. so, some may be repeated idols. 

| ᴇᴄᴄᴇᴅᴇɴᴛᴇꜱɪᴀꜱᴛ | 

| ᴘʜɪʟᴏᴄᴀʟʏ | 

| ʜɪᴡᴀɢᴀ | 

| ʀᴇᴅᴀᴍᴀɴᴄʏ | 

| ꜱᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ |

| ᴀʟᴇxɪᴛʜʏᴍɪᴀ | 

| ᴀᴍᴀʀᴀɴᴛʜɪɴᴇ | 

| ᴘʜɪʟᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ | 

| ᴘᴀʀᴀᴘʀᴏꜱᴇxɪᴀ | 

| ᴡʜᴇʟᴠᴇ | 

| ᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ | 

| ᴅᴇᴘᴀʏꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ | 

| ꜱᴄɪᴀᴍᴀᴄʜʏ |

( coming soon...) 

#KPOP GIFS #kpop #kpop headers #kpop edits #kpop moodboard #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop series #kpop senarios #kpop angst #kpop smut #exo fanfic #nct gifs #nct 127 #nct #exo #exogifs #got7 #got7 fluff #got7angst #got7 fanfic #monsta x #monstaxgifs

[jinniesxlamp]

The Tables Have Turned - Chapter 9

LIST OF CHAPTERS –> Masterlist

Jimin’s POV

I watched carefully as Jin-hyung pushed aside his bowl, barely touching a quarter of it as he left to go practice more. Hoseok-hyung shook his head in dismay, taking a look at the almost untouched lunchbox.

“It’s been a week, hyung” said Jungkook, turning to Namjoon with a troubled look on his face.

We stayed quiet knowing the reason why he hasn’t been eating all week. Yoongi and Hoseok had shared to us what happened in the hospital. Jin-hyung himself surprisingly told us too about the things that happened once he got home with Y/N. Although she didn’t leave him physically, the way he described their conversation and the noticeable sadness in his eyes made it clear--he lost her.

Everyone was starting to worry with the amount of pressure he was putting on himself. He barely made it out the studio these days, practicing non-stop if not over exhausting himself at the gym. What made it worse was that he barely touched his meals. The managers tried buying all his favorites, even going as far as asking his mom to make him home cooked meals which he loved. But it was all the same. This had to stop.

“We need to do something about this, Namjoon. Look at him.” Hoseok-hyung continued to shake his head, folding his arms as he stood beside Namjoon-hyung.

“Hoseok is right. His skin has become dry from dehydration and his eyebags are only getting darker by the days. I’m surprised he hasn’t lost weight from the amount of exercise he’s been doing” Yoongi continued.

All six of us started to brainstorm on ways to make him eat at least. 

“I think I have an idea...” we turned to Taehyung, hoping he had found a proper solution to the problem.

Y/N’s POV

I entered the clinic as I got back from my lunch break which I spent with Mark. For the first time in such a long time--I learned how to smile genuinely again. Somehow, ever since he told me how he felt, I started to see things more clearly. Plus, the words G-Dragon left me with kept repeating inside my head. GD was right about passion and purpose. The answer to my questions had been there all along, it was I who refused to see it. That same night, I taught myself to understand the reality of what Jin and I were and in that same night I finally gathered enough courage to embrace the truth and simply let go.

We couldn’t divorce each other even if we wanted to, not unless it was absolutely the last resort. I still had to protect him, so did he. 

I shook my head not wanting to remember anymore of the sad encounters I had lately. Not long after, my phone rang.

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Noooonaaaa” I pulled my phone away from my ear at the sound of Taehyung’s shrieking voice.

“Taetae?” It’s been awhile since I’ve seen the boys and vice versa. Hearing him speak only reminded me of how much I missed him them.

“Noona, we were just wondering if you had time tomorrow?” My eyes blinked, not finding anything suspicious with his question--though I could have sworn I heard him mutter ‘ssshh, be quiet’ in the background.

“It’s my day off tomorrow, actually”

Taehyung’s POV

The six of us gathered around, making sure everything runs smoothly with the plan.

“Be quiet you fools, I can hear you from here!” Even our choreographer, Sung Deuk-hyung gestured to smack us in the head as he mouthed those words, afraid that Jin-hyung might have heard us.

We managed to orient each and everyone of the staff about today. Everyone was careful not to say anything to Jin--not really sure if this was a good idea or a bad one. Regardless of which, it was worth a try if it meant pulling Jin-hyung together. 

Manager Hobeom was sweating profusely, making all of us nervous while he was trying to ‘explain the tour schedule to Jin’ just to distract him for awhile. Luckily, he didn’t notice.

Yesterday, we figured out an indefinite way to resolve Jin-hyung’s troublesome behaviors--starting with the biggest one. His lack of appetite. No one thought that was even possible for Jin-hyung. It still remains a mystery how he didn’t even touch his mom’s delicious cooking the other day.

The plan was intimidating in the beginning for several reasons. One, we weren’t sure if you had anytime to get involved at all. Two, we weren’t exactly sure if this was going to alleviate the problem or make it worse.

When you told us you had the day off tomorrow, it gave all six of us so much relief and motivation to push through with the plan. We asked you to come over and prepare lunch for us today, making all kinds of excuses which were half true and the other half made up.

“Noona I want spicy beef stew”

“I want kimchi friedrice”

“Egg rolls”

“Japchae or Jjajangmyeon!!!”

An entire list of what we wanted you to bring went on and on since you kept saying ‘what else,’ not declining any of our orders and just plainly giggling.

I hope this works. 

Jin’s POV

I felt so lifeless, as in without feelings while I continued to practice the choreography with Hobi.

“Good. That’s it hyung!” A weak smile was the only response I could give to one of the compliments I usually loved to hear. Every thing else seemed meaningless to me these days. I also started ignoring Irene’s texts, not having the slightest interest to see her at all.

“Good job, hyung!” said Jhope, giving me two pats on the shoulder while we both tried to catch our breaths.

“Let’s go take an hour break for lunch” he said, dragging me back to the meeting room completely ignoring my constant refusal.

I gave up trying to free myself from him until we stopped in front of the right door.

He slowly pushed the door open as I wiped the beads of sweat dripping on my temples, entering without looking.

Then

A whirlwind of emotions came fast. My heart started to pound vigorously at the sight right in front of me. I felt the world slow down while I watched her beautiful lips move gently as she laughed, the way her silky hair bounced with every movement. She was so beautiful in her yellow sundress. How her soft, milky skin that revealed by her chest hypnotized me in such a way I couldn’t describe. And when her eyes captured mine, I suddenly remembered how to feel.

A weak smile formed on her precious face.

The air of awkwardness wasn’t something unnoticeable. Everyone started putting food on their plates while I sat stiff on my chair, something she noticed rather quickly.

I saw her stand up from the seat beside me, taking another plate and putting a little bit of everything on it before giving it to me.

She cleared her throat before speaking.

“So errrr--how has everyone been?” She asked.

“Good, everything has been great! Ha ha ha” answered Taehyung with a nervous laugh. 

“Jin-hyung has been doing great, noona! He learned the new choreography in less that three hours”

“Oh. That’s nice to hear” she replied to Hoseok, forcing an unnatural smile.

“It’s even better now that he’s eating”

Silence stretched across the room at Jimin’s comment with Y/N giving him a confused look. The sound of Namjoon kicking him from under the table wasn’t helping at all.

“I-I mean, not that he hasn’t been eating or anything” everyone watched him shove his food in his mouth, avoiding eye contact with everyone especially Y/N who was now observing me finish the last piece of meat on my plate.

For the rest of the time, everyone had become more careful with the things they were saying, making jokes and gossip instead of engaging in serious conversations.

“Noona, we should have barbecue at your house tonight. We haven’t been there in a long time” Taehyung pouted like a whining child.

“A-ah. About that....well I-I’m seeing a friend for dinner” I couldn’t help but notice the uncomfortable smile on her face at the mention of the word friend. I knew she meant him.

“Ehem..” Yoongi took the liberty of erasing off the unpleasant silence which transpired after

“Hurry up and finish your food, Taehyung-a” he said with authority.

Once everyone had finished their meals, they started to disappear one by one leaving me and Y/N alone in the room. We both knew what they were trying to do although we pretended to ignore it.

“Thank you for bringing us lunch” I said almost tongue-tied.

“You’re welcome” the way she smiled serenely and the stain of care in her voice gave me hope--that maybe she would turn back and see how miserable I am without her.

She was quick to keep everything, cutting our conversation short as she started walking out the room with me following her from behind. Bidding farewell to everyone, she bowed before making her way to the elevator. I offered to send her off which she insisted was unnecessary. 

Even after her shadow disappeared from the hallway, I continued to watch hoping she would come back so I can look into those eyes again.

“She still cares about you” my moment in deep trance was interrupted by Yoongi who was staring into the same direction. I wanted to believe him, but he could still be wrong.

“That’s enough reason for you to try harder. Get her back, hyung” 

“You make it sound so easy” I grunted, rolling my eyes in mild despair.

“Of course it’s easy--

He paused facing his back, ready to walk towards the studio room.

--She was yours to begin with. And she still is. You just need to show what she truly means to you

--And oh, stop being an in-denial, arrogant fuck.”

Mark’s POV

I gripped on my glass, not having taken a single sip off the alcohol I ordered while I waited. Drinking in a high-end bar with barely any lighting in the middle of the day was something I didn’t really enjoy. Usually, Y/N and I would have lunch in a nice restaurant along the streets of Seoul but today she had some people to meet. 

Earlier this day, I received a phone call, one which I didn’t expect and didn’t like to say the least. I sighed wondering why I came in the first place, fairly convinced I was wasting my time. My eyes studied the place, finding very familiar faces in the form of politicians and famous actors meeting people in secret. This must be one of those places. As I continued to observe, a woman sat down beside me, giving her order to the bartender. She waited for her drink and took a sip as I watched her with judgement.

“Let’s go straight to the point” she said, making me raise an eyebrow.

“Help me and I’ll help you” the conceit in her voice surprised me. She is something alright.

“I don’t think there’s anything I would want your help with” I answered back with the same amount of pride. 

A sarcastic smirk appeared on her pale face as she took another sip from her glass.

“Ask yourself then, why are you here if you’re not interested in what I have to say?”

I stayed quiet having no definite answer to her question.

“I need Y/N out of Jin’s life and you need him out of hers”

Her statement was something that surprised me, but I can’t say it’s something I didn’t expect.

“This is ridiculous” I stood up from my chair, ready to leave but she spoke again.

“He hasn’t been answering my calls and messages and every time we’re together he’s always thinking about something, or maybe someone else”

Hearing her just made me think of what a crazy woman she was.

“That’s your problem. Not mine” I said, attempting to move another step

“You do know that their marriage was out of an agreement right?”

Out of all the surprising things Irene had said, this was something that actually caught my attention.

“Mwo?” 

Did I hear that right?

“She was asked to marry Jin to overlap mine and Jin’s dating scandal. Why do you think he’s been seeing me this whole time even when he’s married to her?”

A second ago I wanted to leave hearing her sick intentions. But now I only wanted to hear what else she had to say about Jin, about Y/N--about them.

“As much as I hate to admit it, I think he’s actually affected with Y/N seeing you. They can keep their marriage. I don’t care about that. But I want Jin for myself and I’m pretty sure you feel the same way about Y/N.”

Something in me wanted to give in, wanting her to tell me things I didn’t know. 

“I’m sorry but this is ridiculous” I turned my back towards her, ready to take my leave this time.

“If he decides to get Y/N back, he’s only going to hurt her. I know Jin, he’s just not comfortable seeing Y/N give her attention to another man but that doesn’t mean he cares about her. That’s just Jin--unreasonably jealous, possessive of the things he never thought he would lose.”

I gave her enough time to finish her speech, after which I continued my way towards the door.

“When you do change your mind--you have my number” the way she said it sounded so certain, as if she knew I was going to consider her offer soon enough.

The rest of the day was spent trying to shrug off thoughts of Irene from the bar earlier. I couldn’t help but be bothered with all the senseless things she said.

Their marriage was just an agreement.

I sat inside my car, watching as other vehicles passed by while waiting for you to come out of the coffee shop you were staying at the whole afternoon. My thoughts were so lost into a half-conscious state that I barely noticed you get inside the car.

“Hello” your sweet voice took all the frustrating thoughts that lingered inside my head. The ever so gentle smile on your face sent flutters around my stomach.

“Is everything okay? You asked in concern.

The blush on your cheeks had become more obvious the longer I stared at you.

“Is there something on my face?” suddenly, you cupped your cheeks, blushing even more. I couldn’t help but giggle biting my lip. You were so cute.

“You’re just really beautiful.” I said, giving you one last look before driving out the parking lot.

We had dinner at a spaghetti place where we spent talking about our first experiences here in Korea, how learning the language was a tough challenge and all that. You started sharing about your family, how you became to be a nurse and learning it was because you ‘almost’ grew up in the hospital with your mother being a doctor and having her bring you to work all the time.

The longer we talked, the more I pictured you in all my days. Holding my hand, walking through parks and museums which you loved more than anything. I was finally conviced--I want to keep you.

Later as the night grew, we decided to go to a nearby park for some fresh air before we head back home. Somewhere along the road, you found an ice cream place by the corner. You grabbed my hand in excitement, asking me to sit on one of the benches as you got one for each of us. I was going to get it but you insisted saying it was only fair since I paid for dinner.

In about five minutes you came back with two chocolate ice creams on each hand.

“Thank you” I smiled, taking the one on your left hand.

“So....is it safe to assume your favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate?” I asked in almost a teasing way.

“Hm? What are you talking about? It’s our favorite.”

My body froze at your statement which I found to be odd--my favorite was strawberry.

Upon realizing what you had just said, the way your eyes widened so suddenly and how your tongue released itself from the ice cream gave you off.

You were thinking of someone else.

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[jae-daddy]

Holic (7)

Jaebum AU

one / two / three / four / five / six  /  eight / nine /

Characters: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mature

Plot: No matter how heartless you acted, you would always give in for her happiness

a/n: help me. uni is draining me, but i’m glad i wrote this before hand. i hope y’all enjoy

The bells on the door of the coffee shop chimed as you made your entrance. Your eyes scanned the little area searching for the familiar face. She must’ve noticed your entry because she rose a hand to get your attention. 

Your lips curled into a nasty smirk, as you walked towards her. Her face was pale with worry, and her fingers fidgeted on the table, nervously, with two cups of coffee waiting for you. 

“Thank you for being able to meet me on such a short notice,” you greeted her, your words meaning business, but your tone was a backhanded remark. You shot her a smile, as you looked at the coffee she had chosen. 

“Oh my god, sister!” You replied in humoured shock, bringing a hand to your chest. “You remembered my favourite drink! I thought you had got a dangerous disease that made you forget about everyone, but yourself.” 

You sipped on the milky coffee, as you saw her fists clench and unclench on the table, as she swallowed anxiously. 

“I don’t know where to start, y/n,” your older sister sighed, softly. Those were her first words to you since she left your’s and Jaebum’s family to deal with the damage of her reckless actions. 

“An apology and explanation is a great place to start,” you told her folding your hands in front of you, with a haughty smile. 

You weren’t going to show her how nervous you were, or how your heart was shaking from the inside. You were glad to see her alright, and you were happy to see that she was living happily. But you didn’t want her to have the satisfaction of being accepted back with arms wide open. 

“I’m sorry, y/n,” she started quietly, her eyes on the table, frantic. “I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t marry him.”

You snorted at that, but she continued. 

You felt sorry for her. You really did, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to forgive her. Her reasons for just not being able to marry him and hurting everyone in the path was unforgivable. She hurt your parents, Jaebum’s parents, you and mostly Jaebum. 

You didn’t talk about it, and your sister probably failed to see, but there was always a sadness lurking in Jaebum’s eyes. A kid who was heartbroken and needed love to be repaired lived in those dark pools. Your sister, who didn’t see it or saw it and choose to ignore, and hurt him even more, making him even more miserable than he ready was.

You couldn’t forgive your sister because she couldn’t tell Jaebum that she wanted outs. You couldn’t forgive her because she almost ruined him completely; his reputation and him as a human. You couldn’t forgive her for hurting Jaebum because her nerves got the best of her.

“I thought I could do it. I was preparing myself for it from the moment our wedding was decided, but when the day game...” She sighed, tiredly as she shook her head. Her dull eyes lifted from the table and met yours, as she tried to make you believe her. 

“I was in love with him, y/n,” her breath came out shaky. “I couldn’t let him suffer like that.”

You stared at your sister in disbelief. 

There she went again; acting like the whole good of the world depended on her selfless decisions. As if her decision of not showing up on her wedding day was saving everyone involved. 

“If you loved Jaebum; you should’ve been the one exchanging the vows with him, not me.” You replied, through gritted teeth. 

“No,” she shook her head, instantly. “I don’t love Jaebum. We never saw each other that way.” 

Your brows scrunched in confusion as you tried to understand what she was saying. 

Your mind went back to the time you both were lying in bed, and you saw the hickey on her neck. She had giggled and told you it was from someone special. She showed you her letters and mixtapes that the person who had marked her neck gave to her.

She never told you a name, but she didn’t have to. You had always assumed it was Jaebum, anyways.

“Then,” you breathed confused. “Who gave you the hickeys, and the love letters?”

She bit her lip as she looked at the table. 

“There’s something you should know,” she let out a deep breath, gathering all her courage. “The reason I didn’t show up that morning was that I took a test.” 

She met your eyes trying to make you understand, but you couldn’t get her. 

“It came out positive, y/n.” A smile was now on her lips, as her eyes sparkled with joy. She moved from her seat and stood up, showing her baby bump.”I’m pregnant.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, tears filling your eyes. Despite how much you resented her for leaving you in this mess, and hurting Jaebum, you couldn’t not be happy for her.

You got from your seat and hugged her as tears streamed down your cheeks. All the false bravado you had walking in through the door melted away, and you were really happy and relieved, and you showed yourself to your sister.

She knew you better than anyone else and smiled at you, as you smiled brightly at her. She wasn’t surprised with your attitude, instead, she had expected it. 

She knew you were never one to scream and shout or turn a blind eye. She knew you would face the issue head-on and torture the other person until they begged for mercy. 

Your sister knew you the best. Even though everyone treated you worlds apart; she understood you the best. 

You snorted as you thought of our parents. They would’ve been just as ecstatic to have their precious daughter back.

You knew she could’ve easily won your parents back, but a little angel in her arms would make them more in love with her. They would give up the whole world for their grandchild.

“D-does Jaebum know?” You stammered, trying to get your thoughts together. 

“I didn’t really have time to tell him,” she bit her lip. “Does he know you’ve met me?”

“Not yet,” You shook your head, before sitting back in your seat. 

“This is so messed up, your child’s aunt is their father’s wife.” You shook your head, feeling exhausted. 

“What? No!” Your sister gasped. “Jaebum and I weren’t in love. We were just friends in a contract marriage with zilch feelings for each other. It was like an open relationship-”

“You both had an understanding,” you added, with pursed lips. Your mind going back to the conversation between Jaebum and you in the kitchen. 

However, the contract marriage didn’t change much of anything for you. 

Jaebum was still in love with your sister and was too much of a pompous twat to admit it. Your sister was living with her dream guy, with a baby growing inside of her. While Jaebum found his distraction with his little play toy, Cynthia. 

And of course, there was you, Mrs Im Jaebum.

“Exactly.” She nodded, before biting her lip with a small smile. “The guy at your apartment.”

“Joshua.”

“Josh is the father. I’ve been in a relationship with him since before Jaebum and I were engaged.” She told you, with a small smile. 

Her smile dissolved and she gave you a sorrowful look, as she stared into your eyes with regret. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” She apologised again.

You didn’t say that you forgave her because you couldn’t. You could be civilised with her, and treat her like your sister, but you couldn’t forgive her. You weren’t your parents who would see the white flag she waved with her baby bump, and a bucket full of sorry’s, and forgive her immediately. 

Instead, you turned the conversation to something that had been bugging you since you found the photo of your sister and Joshua.

“Did our mother know?” You asked her, your voice low. 

You didn’t need her to answer because you knew what she would say. But when she nodded her head slightly, all your doubts were confirmed. 

“Guess who my new tenants are, Jaebum?” You greeted the male, as you barged into his study. 

Jaebum looked up from his paperwork, reading glasses sitting on his nose, as he watched you walk in. His shirt rolled up at his sleeves, tie loosened around his neck, with the first two buttons open. 

He let out a sigh, as he leaned against his chair, running his hand through his already messy hair. 

You settled across from him and crossed one leg over the other. 

You took him in and pursed your lips as realised how goddamn delicious he looked. The image from yesterday in the gardens flashed in your mind, and you bit your nails into your palm to keep your head steady.

“A certain Mr and Mrs Joshua Adams,” you smiled wickedly at him, succeeding in hiding his effects on you. 

You saw his face shift for a moment upon hearing the familiar name, before going back to its normal arrogant stare. If you weren’t looking closely, you probably would’ve missed it. 

“Mrs Adams is pregnant,” you added, trying to see any form of pain in his expression. But that left him even more unaffected than hearing the name.

“She looks a lot like my sister,” you sang playfully, as you tilted your head to the side, giving him a mocking grin. 

“Okay fine,” Jaebum held his hands up in defeat, rolling his eyes. “So you found your sister.”

You grinned widely, as you nodded your head feeling proud.

“I would’ve missed it,” you told him, shrugging. “They hid their photos in the bathroom when they knew I was coming by to collect a few things. But luckily my business was in there.”

“What business did you have in your tenant's bathroom?” He scrunched up his nose in question. 

You gave a pointed look, then leaned back in your seat, watching him. 

“How do you feel about all this?” You asked, curiously. 

“I’m happy for her.” He told you, his voice steady and light. 

You got up from your seat and made your way to where he was sitting. You placed a hand on the chair, beside his head, and the other on his armrest as you stared at his face. 

“Say that again,” you squinted your eyes, trying to find out if he was really unaffected and telling the truth. “How can you be so unaffected if the girl you love is with someone else?”

“I wasn’t in love with her, y/n,” Jaebum told you. His hard eyes staring at you, as the same unknown emotion swam in his eyes, again. 

Your tummy flipped, as your cheeks painted pink.

However, you could Jaebum was telling you the truth; just not the whole truth. 

“Then who was she?” You breathed, leaning back onto his wooden table. You watched his face turn into a confused frown as he peered at you. 

“What do you mean?” He asked. 

“Your eyes,” you replied, your voice soft. “Sometimes I see the broken hearted little boy in there. 

“I saw it on our wedding day.” 

It was the first time you had acknowledged the wedding day as something that belonged to Jaebum and you, alone. A memory for the both of you, and no one else. 

“On our wedding day?” He echoed, a playful smirk danced on his lips, as he got up from his seat. 

Jaebum placed his land on the table underneath you, holding you captive in her arms. He leaned in closer; close enough for his minty breath of gently brush your cheeks. His eyes held on you, watching you squirm in amusement.

You turned away from his heated gaze, as your cheeks flushed. You felt his gaze burn on the side of your face, causing butterflies in your tummy. 

“Answer my question, Jaebum,” you faced him again, your spoilt princess persona coming through. “Who was the girl that broke your heart?”

Jaebum took a step closer to you, the same hurt look of a heartbroken man returning in his eyes. 

Jaebum brought a hand up and softly, caressed your cheek. His eyes he kept studying your face; searching your eyes as if all the answers to the world was hidden deep within them. Your breath hitched as he placed his other hand on your waist. 

Your heart was drumming loudly in your ears, as your veins glowed from hazy pink. Jaebum’s touch and gaze were too much for you to handle, and you could tell you were having the same effect on him. 

HIs breath came out short and ragged, as he gently rubbed his thumb across your cheek.

“My heart broke when I was eighteen,” he replied, his voice low, resonating deep in your chest. “She didn’t even realise that she crushed my heart under her red heels.” 

“Does she have a name?” You whispered, softly. 

When you didn’t get a reply, a light smile made its way onto your lips.

“So, now, you have a thing for red heels?” You smirked playfully, after a moment. Not wanting to push his comfort zone. 

Jaebum returned your smile, as his hands burned you with his touch. You rose an eyebrow, and he chuckled in reply, his eyes falling to the floor before meeting yours with light dancing in them with delight. 

“You can say that,” his lazy smile returned to his face. 

“I always knew you had a long list of kinks,” your eyes sparkled, as you ran your hand over his shoulder. “You look like you’d be a devil.” 

“And you look like someone who needs to be punished.” 

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#im jaebum angst #imjaebum #got7jb #got7angst #got7gluff #jaebumseries #jaebumangst #jb fluff #got7 scenarios #got7 series #arranged marriage #contract marriage #fluff #suggestive #jaedaddy #holic

[gyeomgotme]

Youth

Request : I'd like to request a scenario with Mark where he meets by chance his young love? and make it smut if possible? 

Genre : Smut & Angst

Length : 4 818 words

Warning : Contains love/hate sex, rough sex and strong language.

Description : After a hard break with Mark and 4 years of absence you finally come back to your old town. What will happen then...?

A lot of memories came back to you instantly as you walked through the door of your childhood house. You hoped to see your parents again, sitting on the sofa, arms in each other's arms, but the harsh reality had hit you so hard when you realized the coldness of the place. Your parents weren’t here anymore, living separately from each other now, and you had to take care of selling that house which was once yours. You never imagined that being a real estate agent one day you would sell your parent’s house the day they would divorce.

You walked around the house, each room reminding you a part of your past. As you entered your teenage room you realized that nothing had changed. Your parents didn’t touch anything since the time you had argued with Mark and left to move in town. The lamp you had thrown that day was still on the floor, pieces of glass scattered around it. You remember rushing to get some suitcases and taking your most important stuffs, not wishing to stay here any longer. Mark behind you begged you to stay, melting into apologies but you weren’t listening, just acting like the stubborn teenage girl you were. Even though your decision turned out to be the right one in the end, you were able to do the studies you had dreamed of and find a job that suits you perfectly.

But still you couldn’t help but wonder what Mark had become during these four long years. When you were together he was the kind of person to live from day to day, never thinking about the future.

“Y/N? Are you upstairs?” you heard the voice of your colleague calling you from downstairs.

“Yes, I’m coming” you said as you were going down the stairs quickly, not wanting him to discover this part of your youth. He looked at the living-room with a curious eye, his hands in the pockets of his suit.

“Your parents were really serious when they said they had almost nothing to bring back, why? Don’t they want to keep the sofa, or even the TV?” he looked at the almost never used TV and then looked at you.

“Well, they had quite a hard fight and they don’t want to retrieve objects belonging to the past” you walked around the sofa to gather the glass fragments that were on the floor, beside some family pictures that had been broken in an excess of violence “at least that’s what my mom told me but they both asked me to pick up some of the furniture.”

He nodded “I see, but the house will still be sell as furnished right?”

“It will Jackson, don’t worry. You can go now you know? I think I’ll stay a little more to take a look of what I will have to do during the next days.”

“Fine, I’ll wait at the hotel then but don’t stay too late okay?”

You nodded and he got out of the house, leaving you alone in this big house full of memories. You got up from your position and took off your jacket, throwing it on the dusty sofa. Heading towards the kitchen you took a few garbage bags and started picking up the pieces of glass and broken frames. You took one of the boxes you brought and put the photos in it as well as the books that were thrown to the ground. So you started putting the books on the shelf, in the boxes and the time began to pass by quickly as you were packing up.

You didn’t check the time until you heard someone knocking at the door, it had already been two hours you were here and the night had started falling outside. You got up, wondering who could come here and you saw a face that wasn’t unfamiliar to you.

“What a surprise” you exclaimed “Dorine Tuan!”

“Oh my god, Y/N! It’s so good to see you again” she took you in a warm embrace. You invited her to come in and she did it without hesitation. You didn’t expect to see the mother of your ex boyfriend but especially the one that used to be your baby-sitter you when you were little.

“So how did you know I was here?” you asked, curiously.

“Your car” she smiled and sat down “actually I thought it could be your mom but it’s even better to see you again. You became such a pretty woman.”

She was almost looking at you in admiration and you sat down, next to her “thank you, it actually feels good to see familiar faces.”

“I see you started packing” she looked around “it will feel weird to not have your parents around anymore.”

“I guess you’re right” you sighted and looked at the time a second time, finally realizing that Jackson was probably waiting for you at the hotel. You took your phone out of your bag and saw the battery had died. “I think I should go now, I’m at the hotel with a friend and he’s probably waiting for me.”

“Of course sweetie” you both got up and you pulled on your jacket, taking your car’s key “how long will you stay? I can still see you right?”

“Actually yes, I planned to stay a couple days so I can pack on everything” you got in your car and lifted down the window.

“Good then, I’ll come tomorrow” she kissed your cheek and you waved goodbye as you drove away, well, at least tried to.

Your car first made a weird sound as you were turning the key over and over “come on, don’t let me down now stupid car.” You didn’t stop trying until you saw a thick black smoke escaping from the hood of the car. When you got out of the car, Dorine was walking back to you, probably because she had seen you struggling.

“Seems like you need help” she said a smile of sympathy on her face.

“Seems so yeah” you sighed while going out of your car “can I borrow your phone?”

“There won’t be that much persons working at this hour, let me call my son” she took her cell phone out of her pocket and made you a sign to follow her home, in the house in front of yours. As she was talking to the phone you had so much questions going through your mind, why was she calling Mark?

She opened the door of her house and you were surprised that nothing had changed here. The stain on the white leather couch on which Mark had bled after a fight was still here. As well as the one on the carpet near the chimney, only God knew what you used to do on this couch when his parents weren’t here. You had as many memories in this house as in yours and you felt a little pinch in your heart as Raymond Tuan stepped forwards you, arms wide open.

“Y/N it's great to see you again, you're beautiful” he said caressing your back gently as Dorine looked at you, a broad smile stuck to her face. You had always considered them like a second family and seeing that nothing had changed gave you the feeling of going back four years earlier.

“It’s great to see you too, I see nothing has changed here.”

“You’re right” Dorine said “by the way, Mark will be here in a couple of minutes, you’ll leave soon don’t worry.”

You couldn’t help but ask the question that burned your lips “why Mark?” your question probably sounded a little rude but he was actually the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Our Mark works in a garage, at Franck's remember?” you nodded, remembering the only garage that was present in this town “He is a mechanic there.”

“Oh I see” you said, wandering in your thoughts “can I borrow the bathroom quickly?”

“Of course it’s upstairs-”

“Besides Mark’s room, I remember” you smiled and went upstairs. You weren’t really surprised to see that the horrible pink wallpaper was still there, as well as the huge mirror at the end of the corridor. You knew what was behind all the doors in this corridor and the one where Mark’s name was written on it was tempting you. Hand on the doorknob you entered the room where a lot of your teen memories were still trapped inside. You weren’t surprised to see that nothing had changed here either, it was still the room of the teenage basketball fan. What surprised you the most is that there was still this place on his wall above his bed where he hanged all of the Polaroid you both took together.

Seeing all of those pictures made you feel nostalgic, you thought he could have probably thrown them away, just like you did. But he didn’t, he even kept the frame near his bed where there was a picture of you two at the beach, hugging each other.

“Y/N sweetie, Mark is here” you heard from downstairs. You quickly got out of the room, not wanting anyone to see you and went to the living-room. Immediately your gaze landed on Mark, god he was handsome. He had always been good looking, sometimes making girls in your school jealous because he only had eyes for you. As you were coming down the stairs he turned to you, revealing his face. Your breath was stuck in your throat while you saw him smile, looking at you.

“Hey Y/N, it’s been a while” he said approaching you, ready to take you in his arms. You put your hand on his chest to prevent him from hugging you, being too uncomfortable to do it after all these years and especially after your hard break. The atmosphere was now awkward and Mark lost his smile, making you regret your movement.

“Hum let me show you my car” you finally said, breaking the silence. He follows you outside and you open your car so he can take a look. He looks very professional in the way he acts and it's strange to see him as serious and focused. You only notice now by looking at him that he’s wearing an overall and it’s making him even sexier. When he lifts his head you look away, hoping he didn’t see you.

“Okay so, I think we got a problem here” he says, wiping his hands with a greasy towel while you look at him again. His eyes pierce you and you cross your arms to avoid showing any signs of nervousness.

“Which is?” you ask, clearly irritated.

He contracts his jaw because of the way you talked but doesn’t say anything “we need to change some of the car parts and unfortunately I don’t have them here, everything is at the garage.”

You sighed, even more frustrated than before “and can’t you go find them? I really need to go.”

“Why? A boyfriend is waiting for you?” he asked in an arrogant tone, a little smirk on his face.

“No, no boyfriend and even if I had one it’s not your business anymore” you turned around, quite upset now and were heading towards your house, taking the keys from your bag.

“So what, you’re just leaving? I see you still like to run away.”

This sentence echoed in your head and you turned around so quickly that you came in front of him in just two steps “you know what Mark? Fuck you! I left that day because of you!” you were almost screaming “you cheated on me! In front of my eyes you jerk! So yes I ran away and I’ll do it until I don’t have to see your face anymore” you finished almost breathless that everything came out so suddenly. Mark’s mouth was wide open and he seemed to be confused.

“I cheated on you? How could have I done that! I loved you since we were four” he said and your heart skipped a beat.

“Look, now is not the time” you sighed “I really need my car” and as you said that a downpour suddenly fell, soaking you up to the bone. Being closer to the door of your house you rushed to enter it, inserting the key in the lock. Mark followed you immediately and you both found yourself in the living room immersed in darkness. Only the sound of drops falling on the floor echoed, making the atmosphere heavy. You took off your jacket and you felt Mark looking at you intensely.

“You- you should take off your clothes or you’ll catch a cold” you said, suddenly losing all your assurance. He started lifting up is shirt but you stopped him, putting your hands on his “go to the bathroom, I’ll try to get you dry clothes.”

“It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked” he came closer to you, his menthol breath crushing against your face.

“Just go upstairs, for the love of god” you sighed and he laughed while going upstairs. You went to your parent’s bedroom, hoping that your dad had left some of his clothes. Searching in the wardrobe you were actually surprised to see that there were quite a lot of clothes left. You took a simple black t-shirt with a pair of basketball shorts and went upstairs to leave them in front of the bathroom door. You knocked on it “I’ll leave the outfits in front of the door” you said and walked back when you heard the door opening. You turned back to see Mark only wearing his boxer shorts. Your gaze wandered all along his body, not missing a single part and you had to say, he got really muscular with the time.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, that arrogant smile glued on his face. Obviously it wasn’t possible for him not to be arrogant for more than two minutes.

“Nothing” you said and quickly turned back to change yourself in your old room. Having left your suitcase in the car, you were forced to also take clothes from your dad’s wardrobe since your mom didn’t left any clothe. You removed your soaked clothes and seeing that your bra was also ruined by the rain you removed it and put on the large hoodie you had found. Suddenly you heard the door behind you being opened and you thanked God for having had time to dress before this idiot came to violate your privacy.

You heard him laugh “your room didn’t changed a bit” he walked around the room a little before he noticed something “oh look! Even the lamp you threw at me that day is still here. So authentic” you rolled your eyes at his comments and got out of the room, the fact of the two of you being in this room again reminded you too many memories. You went to the living-room downstairs and tried turning on the lights but the fate seemed to be ruthlessness with you because the light remained off, leaving you in the darkness.

“I love cliché situations” said Mark besides you, making you sighed “are we going to make love next? Next to the chimney maybe?” when you felt his breath coming closer to your ear you quickly pulled back.

“First of all, I’ll never have sex with you ever again, you cheater and secondly we don’t even have a chimney.”

“Oh you’re right, the chimney is at my house” he smiled and sat on the sofa, looking at you “but I still don’t know why you’re calling me a cheater, I already told you I would never do that” even after four years he was still playing innocent and that was pissing you off.

“As if” you sat next to him, looking at the black screen of the television “you know, I still remember the party we had at Jaebum’s house, is he still your best friend by the way?” you curiously asked.

“Yeah, he’s working at Franck’s with me. But seriously Y/N, I don’t get why you’re talking about that party? Did something happen there?”

“Listen Mark, you don’t have to play innocent anymore okay? I am a grown woman” you rubbed your hands together to warm them up “I saw you with Jenny that day.”

He looked lost “you saw me? What did you saw exactly?”

“You entered your room, both holding each other’s hand. Don’t you remember? I even heard you” shivers of disgust traveled down your spine as you were reminding what you felt when you saw this. A feeling of betrayal and a broken heart.

“I never went to my room with her! It was Jaebum! They had sex together that night and I said he could take my room!” Mark said as he got up from the sofa, raising his voice.

“Don’t you raise that voice! And if it was Jaebum why was he wearing your basketball jacket?” you rose up your tone as well, not wanting to prove him right.

His hand ran over his face before facing you, bending to be at the height of your face “did you even looked at the name on it? He was also on the team!” that time he started yelling at you and you felt like the time had stopped around you. You were confused, did you really left him and this town just because of a misunderstanding? You could hear your heartbeat echoed in your ears as Mark kept screaming at you.

“See? You’ve always had been like that! You take conclusions too quickly without even trying to understand!” you got up to face him “you fuck me up!”

“Stop fucking screaming! What is done, is done” you started leaving but he held you by the arm, turning you back.

“You’re not going to leave like that before you’re being fucked” you felt a bunch of chills running through your body as he pushed you against the wall, crushing is lips into yours. You gasped at his violence as the kiss seemed to deepened while the tension between the two of you intensified. You pressed your hands on his chest to try to push him back but he tightened the grip he had on your hips, squeezing his fingers in it. You hissed at the sting and he finally broke down the kiss.

“Who gave you the permission to kiss me? Stupid jerk” you gave him a few hits on his chest with your fist before he stopped you.

“Oh but baby girl, I never needed a permission” he moved forward you, making you stepped back until you tripped over the sofa, falling on it. He leaned his arms on the back of the couch behind you and slipped his soft lips into your neck, making you shiver. When you felt his hands running over your naked thighs you couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling of his cold hands.

“Mark s-stop, please” you pleaded even though you knew that’s not what you wanted.

A small raspy chuckle flowed out of him “save the please for later because I won’t stay gentle” you gasped at this and when he moved back from you, you could see his dark gaze, literally devouring you. Biting your lower lip you shut your legs to rub your thighs together, the flame in your core lit up. “I know you want it too, you always liked when I was rough” his hands surrounded your thighs to lift you as he laid you on his shoulder. A moan falls from your lips as his hand came down on your ass, delivering a harsh slap. You could see him climb the stairs and then enter your teenage room, throwing you on the bed. He crawled on top of you, resting his muscular arms on both sides of your head.

“What should we do with your case now baby?” his large hands trailed down your body, running down your waist as he separated your legs, making sure he was nicely positioned between them.

“I-I really don’t think that’s a good idea” you finally said, collecting the little courage you had left.

He grunted as he began moving down on you, ghosting his plump lips over your neck “of course it is. You left me for no reason so now I’m going to wreck you, so hard, you won’t even remember your name” when he finished his sentence, his lips came to your collar bone to suck up your skin, sometimes biting you. Your hands flew up to tangle in his hair while small whimper were coming out of your mouth.

“Ah~ Mark” you moaned, pulling a little more on his hair. He swiftly grabbed both your hands with one of his, pinning them above your head while going up to your face, his lips roughly kissing yours. His hand came up to your hair and pulled them so he could deepen the kiss as his tongue sucked up yours, making you moan into his mouth.

“I forgot how sexy your moans were” he seductively whispered between your kiss. You had the feeling that your lips were on fire because of his fierce kisses; he looks at you in a way that’s making you consume. The hand that wasn’t holding your arms slid along your sensitive body until you felt him caressing your skin under your hoodie, creating a swarm of shivers as soon as you felt his cold hands against you belly. Mark’s hands are always touching you, rubbing small circles into your skin, dangerously going towards your unclothed chest. Without warning he swayed his hips forwards, grinding against your core while his fingers were stroking your breasts and brushing your nipples until they stiffen into peaks.

“M-Mark we really need to stop be-before” he grinded a second time against your core, making you wetter and stopping your sentence.

“Before what baby?” he asked, a chuckle coming out his filthy mouth. Before you could have time to finish what you were trying to say he forced his tongue into your mouth taking your breath away. He pushed away only a few seconds to remove your hoodie as he returned into your swollen lips, barely letting you breath. His tongue was burning against yours, as well as the rest of your bodies. The feeling of warmth and of well-being made you lose your mind, forgetting that what you were doing wasn’t a good idea.

“Be-before it’s too late” you barely whispered when he finally left your lips. He straightened up to pull off his t-shirt and you couldn’t look away as you watched his perfectly draw torso. You took advantage that he had let go of your hands to touch him, your limbs trembling with excitement. That smug grin of his returned as he silently watched you, half-naked and completely turned on. Your hands slipped down slowly to his belly until you reached the edge of his shorts. You started playing with the knot retaining his bottom when you started undoing it, letting the shorts slipping on his firm legs.

“It’s already too late sweetheart” Mark said, hooking his long fingers around the crotch of your panties, pulling them down. Your timidity took over and you placed your hands on his, not wanting him to see your whole body uncovered “since when are you shy?” He asked, although it didn’t really sound like a question, as he ripped your panties off of you. You whimpered when you felt the cold air hitting your wet core. His fingers travelled down your stomach to found your sex and ran two of his fingers through your dripping folds. You bit your lip holding your moans as he looks deep into your eyes.

“Why are you trying to hold back baby?” suddenly he pulls a finger into you, letting a loud moan out of your mouth. His long slender finger is going deep as his lips struck your neck; latching onto the sensitive flesh. He curls his finger inside of you and you feel your body getting hotter while he suddenly adds another one.

“No, please, Mark” you plead, not even knowing for what. You would like him to stop, you would like to stop thinking about the consequences, but nevertheless, these thoughts remain in a corner of your head. “We can’t-” you moan one more time, feeling a familiar heat growing into your stomach. Suddenly you took off his arm and pushed him away with the little strength that remained in you. You got up from the bed and headed towards the door of the room but Mark held you back, gripping your arm firmly. You kept your back turned, realizing that you were still naked.

“We are not over Y/N” he said, increasing a little more the pressure he had on your arm.

You hid your body with your hands as you turned around “stop acting like I’m yours Mark! We’re not together anymore and what we were doing is wrong, so wrong.” He clenched his jaw, probably irritated but didn’t leave your gaze, his eyes becoming darker.

“I didn’t want to be rough” he sighed, a small grin appearing on his face “but you leave me no choice baby girl” hearing the old nickname he used to gave you caused a drag of chills along your spine. Despite the anger you felt towards him you couldn’t prevent your body from reacting as he spoke again “now go back on the bed, on all fours.” His order made you widen your eyes, detailing every inches of his face to make sure he was serious.

You frowned “yeah, dream about it” you said in an arrogant tone before trying to go out again. This time he pressed you against the door, his burning torso glued to your back. His hands wandered on your hips, going down your thighs to spread them brutally. “What the-” you stopped in the middle of your sentence when you felt the tip of his member grazing up and down your sensitive slit. When did he took off his boxers? You asked yourself, your brain not really working anymore as you felt the heat growing in your body, not prepared to what was going to happen. Suddenly he grabs you by your hair to put your head on his shoulder, teeth grazing the skin of your jaw as you gasped.

“Did you lose your voice?” his hands came to your sides, pulling you onto him so brutally that you have to grab the door so you won’t fall. He automatically started fucking you with rough strokes. You cried out, trying to adjust but the size and the speed was too important for you to. He pulled a little more on your hair so you could look at him; his expression was deformed by the pleasure.

“M-Mark” you breathlessly purred as he brought his lips to yours. One of your hands slipped through his hair as you were still trying to hold yourself with the other one. Just as you were slowly adjusting to his length since he had slowed down, he picked up the pace one more time, grinding deep into you.

“God, you’re so tight” he said, breaking away from the kiss. You felt his hand slipped on yours and then interweave your fingers. This gentle gesture contrasted with his hard thrusts. Your eyes rolled back as you roughly bit your lip, you didn’t want to give him the pleasure of hearing you moan. When one of his hands came to squeeze your breast, you planted your teeth in the arm holding you against the door to remain silent. You wanted to tell him to stop, but you didn’t have the courage. He suddenly pushed his head into your neck, his fangs biting your skin strongly, sometimes sucking it, probably leaving purple marks on your skin.

“I-I can’t take it” you faintly said as his thrusts became harder, making you cry out. You couldn’t hold your moans anymore, letting small whimpers out of your mouth as you arched your back against him. Tears started gathering as your orgasm builds inside of you. He feels it, too, and increases the rhythm, pushing you, higher, harder, faster - and you surrender, exploding around him - a draining, soul-grabbing orgasm.

Not even seconds later Mark finally gave into his high, “oh my-” he groaned as he bit down on his lower lip, resting his head on your shoulder. You feel your body becoming numb and if its grip on your hips wasn’t as strong you would surely collapse.

“I-I hate you” you whimper as he moves away, letting you breathe.

“Yeah right” he sneers and bends to leave a kiss on your forehead. At that moment you know that your story is not over, in fact, it just starts.

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mark's scenarios when he cheated on you with ur bestie please?thankyou~

Author’s Note: Hope you like it~ 

‘Just ten more minutes and I’ll be home’

Looking at the time on your cellphone, your head leanedagainst the back of the taxi’s backseat. It was the first day at your new joband all you wanted was tell your boyfriend, Mark, of three years about your experienceand catch up on the latest episodes of your favorite dramas. Simple enough.

Within the expected ten minutes, the driver had arrivedoutside of your apartment complex. Quickly paying the man plus tip for hisservices, you gave a respectable waved and headed inside.

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“Mark?!...You never would have guessed how stressful thisjob is.” You called down the hallway as you walked towards your shared bedroom.Getting closer to the door, you noticed it slightly ajar.

Ugh Mark! Please…Itfeels too good.

Your body frozen at the sound of your best friend’s voicecoming from the other side of the bedroom door. Hesitantly taking a step closerto peek inside, you saw the imagine of your best friend’s body underneath your sheets, in your bed and on top of your boyfriend. Stepping away, youslowly headed into the living room to take a seat, trying to process what wasreally happening.

“Cum for me…I want to hear you say you’re mine. Only mine’s”

“Only yours, Oppa. No one else”

Their voices filled the entire apartment, leaving you noplace to escape from the sounds of their betrayal. This couldn’t have been thefirst time those two had slept together. All the signs were there before. Thelate night phone calls mark would get every Monday and Thursday night. Yourfriend always talking about a boy she was seeing for some time now. It was allfucking there right in front of your face.

“Those fucking piece of shits” You mumbled under your breathwhile balling your fists. You refused to waste any tears on either of them.They weren’t worth anything to you anymore. Getting up from the couch, youinhaled a deep breath to try to compose yourself before heading back down thehallway. Enough was enough.

“Get the fuck up…Now!” You yelled at the top of your lungsand pushed the door completely open. Eyes going straight to Mark, you could seethe pure shock and instant regret all over his face as he made the girl get offof him. “Baby. I can explain. It’s not how it looks?” The boy was already makingexcuses while getting out the bed with a pillow in front of him to cover up hislower region.

“Save it. How could you do this to me?! I gave up everythingto be with you! And you repay me by fucking my best friend. Are you serious?!” Ashe got closer, you only backed away. Catching you best friend inching out thebed and putting on her clothes, you pointed at her and could only see red.

“You fucking bitch!”Marching passed Mark, he tried to grabbed your hand but you were faster andsmacked his away. “We’ve known each other for almost five years. Why?...Justwhy would you do this to me. What made you think any of this was okay?

“I-I…It just happened Y/N” Your best friend repliedapologetically while brushing past you as if your friendship meant nothing.

Leaving you with a now half naked Mark, you looked over athim and saw his hands inside of his sweats as he fidgeted in place afraid tosay the wrong thing. “Listen, it was a mistake. I didn’t mean for you to findout like this.” The brunette started off as he inched closer to you. Attemptingto reach out for your hand again. When you didn’t pull way, he held it tightlyas his head dropped. “She doesn’t mean anything to me.”

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you been sleeping with her?” You demanded an answeras your eyes were fixed on his. Seeing his head drop in defeat, he loosened upthe hold on your hand and finally replied.

“Two years”

Smack!

Silence filled the room as the two of you stood frozen.Neither believing what had just happend; you had never hit him before. “I…”Unable to form any words, the tears forming in your eyes was enough to explainthe pain, sadness, and anger you felt all in one. Not waiting to hear anotherword coming out of his mouth, you brushed past him and went out to the livingroom to grab your stuff. Surely you could spend the night at a hotel.

“Y/N! Wait. Please don’t go. I know I messed up but pleasejust-…I love you.” The other ran after you and blocked the front doorpreventing you from leaving. You weren’t going to listening to anything else hehad to stay. Picking up your phone, you called for a taxi and tried to get tothe door again.

“I’m not staying here tonight. Tomorrow I’ll be back and youbetter not be here anymore. We’re finished. You ended things not me.” Youreplied as the tears were still coming down your cheeks. It was all too much tohandle. To think the man you loved for three years had been having an outgoingaffair with your best friend for two years was killing you inside. Stillpushing against Mark’s frame, your eyes were getting foggy from crying and allstrength seemed to have left your body. Giving up on fighting, you let yourbags fall to the floor and just cried. The only thing you had control over.

“It was a mistake! If we can just work things out, we canget past this.” He pleaded and slowly walked towards you. Reaching his hands upto cup your cheeks, his gave your forehead an apologetic kiss. “I’m so sorry. Ididn’t mean to hurt you like this.” Mark whispered against your ear and wrappedhis arms around your body.

For a moment, you could forgive him. For a moment you couldforget what happened. For a moment you could allow yourself to simply enjoy beingin his arms. But it would only be for a moment.

With all the strength you had left, you pushed away from theboy and shook your head. You were done.

“No. We can’t just workthings out. You messed things up, you decided to end things the minute youtouched her.” Your voice was strained as you gather up your things. Not turningback to give him the chance to see your reddened face, you suddenly spoke out.

“I just hope she was worth it.” And with that, you were out the door.

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Jaebum AU

one / two / three / four / five / seven /  eight / nine /

Characters: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mature

Plot: After your older sister bails on her wedding day, Jaebum and you tie the knot. You weren’t always so bad, at one time you were kids who were true friends, but I guess time is a horrible thing.

a/n: help tried to make steamy

You were fifteen years old when everything between Jaebum and you changed. He had always been a little shithead, but he was also your friend. Something happened and you both were never the same again.

You stood outside of Jaebum’s house, hiding behind your parents as they talked.

The adults were saying their farewell to each other, as the kids stood idly beside them, trying not to show their sadness. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at Jaebum, whose gaze you could feel on you.

You didn’t want to see him leave. He was such an important part of your life, just the mere thought of him not being there sent chills through you.

Your parents stepped away from you and went back into the house leaving the kids behind. The three of you stood there at the bottom of the steps that led to Jaebum’s old house. You didn’t move from your spot and kept staring at the ground.

Your sister said her goodbyes first, being as gracefully as ever, leaving after a quick hug. You stayed the back, awkwardly rubbing your arm, still refusing to look up.

Saying goodbyes weren’t really your thing. Actually saying anything emotional wasn’t much of your thing. You didn’t talk to people unless it was small talk or a sarcastic banter battle.

“Y/n,” Jaebum’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You finally looked up from the rocky cement to find his warm brown eyes focused on your red face. The spring breeze rushed through your hair, warming up your hands, but your heart felt cold.

“Will you stay if I ask you to?” You whispered, tears pricking your eyes.

Jaebum took a step towards and stood close to you, as a sad sigh left him. You felt his heat envelope you, as the smell of clean laundry and something that only Jaebum carried surrounded you.

“You know I can’t even if I wanted to,” he held your wrists, as his eyes meeting yours. “But I can make a promise.”

You watched as his lips turned into a small smile.

“A promise?” You asked, meekly. Jaebum’s smile grew as he held your hands in his.

“I promise I will come back to you.” His words made your heart feel lighter, as more tears escaped you.

“You promise?” You peered into his eyes, your eyelashes wet from all the crying.

“I promise.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You grunted as you pulled at the plant, but ended up falling on your ass. The plant mockingly stayed in its place, not even swaying at your attempts.

You heard light laughter behind you, as you saw Jaebum make his way towards you. His hands were rolling the sleeves of his business shirt, as he took long strides that led him to stand above you.

“Need help?” He asked, with a mocking smile.

“Don’t mind if I do,” you replied, simply, instead of being mulish.

He moved in front of you and tried to pull at the plant. After a few tries, he ended up beside you with a terrified yelp, falling on the soft green grass beside you.

A little giggle escaped your lips, as you saw Jaebum’s face contour between terror, defeat and surprise.

Slowly, your giggles grew into a tummy aching laugh. Tears began streaming down your cheeks, as you remembered Jaebum’s horrified look over and over again.

You pointed at Jaebum and laughed harder as he brushed the dirt from his palm, frowning.

He looked over at you, his frown slowly starting to dissolve and turn into a chuckle, as he saw you dying from your laughter.

His lips whirled into a loopy grin, as his eyes closed into tiny slits of joy. He grinned widely, light laughter leaving him, as he watched your laughing face.

This was the first time Jaebum had seen you laugh so freely since you were kids. He realised how much he had missed it, and how badly he wanted to see it again. He cherished your face so free, not hiding behind a pretence of a heartless princess.

He watched as your hiccups began dying down, and you wiped the tears that escaped your eyes.

“Come on, you little demon,” Jaebum patted your back. “Let’s try it together.”

You both got up and counted to three, as you held the plant.

“One, two, three!” And then, you both went flying through the air with broken leaves in your grips.

You sighed in frustration and threw the leaf at the plant.

“Why is this so hard?!” You pouted angrily, cursing the plant.

“Why are you even gardening all of a sudden?” He asked you instead, turning to look at you. You cleared your throat, not wanting to reply.

But when he nudged your side, you crumbled and groaned.

“Fine. I read somewhere that it’s good for relaxing. I’m hoping it will help stop the nightmares.” You muttered looking at your hands.

Jaebum pursed his lips in deep thought, before studying your uneasiness.

“What exactly do you dream of?” His voice came out careful.

“I’m getting kidnapped,” you blurted out, the fear that squeezed your heart tightened, as you took a deep shaky breath. “Again.”

The last part was barely above a whisper as it left you. It was almost as if you had just breathed it, but Jaebum seemed to hear it loud and clear.

“Again?” He asked, surprised and serious.

You nodded, chewing your bottom lip. “It happened when you went to New York with your family. My parents covered it up from going out to the public, the kidnappers are in jail, but that doesn’t change the fact that it happened.”

“I didn’t know-” You cut off his pity party before it could even start.

“It’s okay, my parents didn’t realise too,” you turned to face him, with a wickedly bright smile. “Not until three days later, when I wasn’t ready for my sister’s birthday party.”

You removed your eyes from Jaebum’s pitiful ones and looked at your palms dark with dirt instead. You began rubbing it together to clean them, watching as the dirt circled together then fall down at once.

“Maybe,” you took a deep breath, trying to lighten up the heavy mood. “We should try wetting the area around it, and then pull it out.”

Jaebum turned to you, his normal-lazy smile slowly coming back.

“To soften the soil,” he added, nodding.

“I’m a genius, I know.” You rolled your eyes, before pushing him to go fetch the hose.

He reluctantly got up, and you made your way towards the stubborn stub. It was prickly and had pretty white flowers, but it wasn’t what you wanted.

All it was, was a stubborn little plant in your greater scheme of a tiny strawberry farm.

“Hey, so like this?” Jaebum called out making you turn around to face him. You were greeted with a spray of cold water hitting you blank on your face.

You tried to save yourself by holding your palms in front of you. You tried to protect your self from Jaebum’s cold attack, as a loud squeal left you when the water soaked your clothes.

“Jaebum!” You tried to be mad but failed as a small giggle left you. Jaebum stopped and put his hands on his hips. He took in the work he had created, as you stood there, water dripping down your back.

“You’ll pay for that,” you muttered, as you lunged at him. You won the hose, thanks to the element of surprise. Jaebum shrieked as you returned the favour, showering him as he tried to get away from your reach.

“Give that back!” He laughed, trying to get it off. You both began struggling over the control of the hose, which resulted in you both getting more drenched with every passing second.

A raspy laugh left you, before Jaebum took your wrists that gripped the hose, and held them behind you. You felt the beads of water run down inside your shirt, and sliding down from your hair.

Droplets of water slipped off Jaebum and landed on your cheeks as he towered over you. He hands pulling you close, attempting to hold you in place.

Jaebum’s wet hair stuck to his forehead, as a wide wicked grin of sheer joy adored his lips.  

When you tried to free yourself from his grip, his arms roughly pulled your body against his. Holding you closer to him, making it impossible for you to move.

Your laugh instantly sobered up when you realised how close Jaebum was to you. The warmth of his body, and the nostalgic smell of Jaebum with a hint of cologne wrapped around you, as heat escaped from his skin and hid into yours. His breath fell over your cheeks, making your cheeks flush with nervousness,  as your eyes locked with each other.

You could see the two moles above his eye that always made your heart flutter. You saw the little kink in the corner of his eyebrow, that he got when you were kids.

You had mistakenly hit him with a paddle during an intense game of ping pong.

It was barely visible now, but it was there, and it crinkled slightly with his slightest smile.

Your breath got caught in your throat as he leaned in closer, and his eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t understand.

You felt his grip on your wrist tighten, as your chest pressed against his.

You gasped in return, welcoming the pain of his searing hold on your wrist.

Jaebum’s gaze dropped to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

Despite everything that has happened; your past, and the reasons for why you were here today, you wanted the kiss.

You really really wanted to kiss Jaebum.

You rose a little on your tippy toes and inched closer to Jaebum.

“Y/n,” Jaebum breathed, his voice dark and low. His eyes searched your face looking for something, as his eyes lingered on your lips before meeting your eyes once again.

For the first time in a very long time, a real smile lightly danced on the corner of your lips. Jaebum noticed and his eyes swirled with tenderness, as his lips reflected your loving smile.

“Jaebum!” A voice called out pulling you out of your trance. You both to jumped away from each other and turned to Cynthia running towards you. “I got a fork!”

Your heart that had forgotten how to beat a few seconds ago, was beating fast, as the real world slowly caught up with you. Your cheeks burned brighter, as Jaebum’s gaze burned in your mind.  

“Thanks, Cynthia,” you gave her one of your classic smiles and took the fork of her. “I can handle it from here.”

You turned away from them, trying to hide your uneasiness.

You avoided Jaebum’s eyes that refused to look away from you and stared at the garden instead. You began digging around the prickly-white-flowered plant when someone began pouring water over it.

“We should still soften the soil first,” Jaebum said, before bending down next to you.

“And, y/n,” His melting brown eyes gazed softly into yours. “If you ever get those nightmares again; I’m less than a door away.”

You stood outside your old apartment feeling nervous as you talked to Jihyo over the phone.

“Are you sure I can go in?” You asked for the fifth time.

“Yeah, its fine,” Jihyo answered, her patience holding strong. “I ran it by them yesterday, that you’ll come to collect a few things.”

You hung up your phone after saying goodbye, and turned to see the familiar white door of your old apartment. You lifted a hand and briefly knocked on the door, holding your breath.

“Coming!” A voice called out, it sounded strangely familiar.

The door opened to show a man a few years older than you on the other side.

“Hi, I’m Joshua.” He said, holding up his hand. You shook it, introducing yourself before going inside.

You told him you forgot a few files that you kept somewhere, and began making your way towards the bathroom.

Once inside, you stood on the bathtub and lifted the secret section of the roof up. You grabbed your files and got off the tub.

You were about to leave when you saw something glint from the corner of your eyes.

You looked between the bathtub and the vanity to find a photo frame.

Your lips parted as a gasp left you, and betrayal washed over you.

You picked up the photo of the boy and girl and made your way to the living room where Joshua sat, looking anxious.

You snorted as you saw the guy rubbing his hands together, the worried look evident on his face.

“Treasure hunts were always my favourite. Especially if the price is so rewarding,” your lips curled into an ugly smirk, as you held up the photo.

Joshua’s lips parted in terrified shock as his eyes travelled to the photo of a couple on their wedding day.

A photo of Joshua and your older sister on their wedding day.

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Jaebum AU

one / two / three / four / six / seven / eight

Characters: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mature

Plot: No one says, but there is no need for it. It will always be your sister. 

a/n: even though my sisters are living hells, I swear this is not from personal experience lol. 

You smiled at the photo of three children in the photo. The resemblance between the girls was uncanny, but the boy was the odd one out. You could tell he wasn’t a sibling, it seemed like he wasn’t even enjoying himself. 

While the two other girls were beaming with toothy grins; the boy sat on the side with his arms folded, brooding. 

However, if you looked close enough, you could see he was having fun. 

His hands were covered in the same paint that decorated the girls face, and all three of their clothes. You could see the glinting sparkle in his eyes that showed his happiness. 

But, you couldn’t see that sparkle in his eyes anymore; It was no longer there. No matter how hard you searched you couldn’t find it in his dark eyes, instead, you were met with empty sad eyes. 

The photo faded into another, and you turned your eyes to see the other’s reaction. 

Jaebum sat there sipping his wine looking unaffected by the photo of his first choice, and their happy childhood together. You tried to look for any signs of a damaged man who was in pain seeing his last love, but you couldn’t find him. 

Instead, all that you saw was an egotistical asshole, with his signature lazy smirk on his lips. 

You let out a quiet sigh, as you turned to see your parents face. 

And that’s when your heart dropped. 

Your mother had tears glistening in her eyes, and your father sat there with heavy shoulders. Your eyes met your mother’s, and she gave you a sad smile. 

You could tell that smile wasn’t for you who had to suffer so much, because your sister decided to take off. 

No, instead they were for her missing child. 

They both still wished for your older sister above you. 

You can never be her.  Jaebum’s voice echoed in your mind, and you cast your eyes away from your parents.

You heard a sniff from your mother and your head snapped towards her. Unwillingly, you lips curled into a snarl as you stared at her in disgust. You felt anger poking at your sides but you tried to it at bay. 

The truth was that you missed your sister too. 

You missed her more than you liked to admit. The early mornings when you woke from nightmares, not being able to go back to sleep, you wondered how different things would’ve been if everything went according to plan. 

If your sister’s wedding dress didn’t have to be pinned to fit her little sister, how different would things be? 

Her husband would’ve been smiling, and her parents would be shedding tears of joy. Most of all, her little sister wouldn’t have been married to an arrogant ass, and have to sit on a table filled with people who missed her selfish sister.

“You miss her, don’t you?” You harshly whispered to your mother. You knew you were being hypocritically cruel, but you’d much rather be that than a pathetic sog crying over her irresponsible sister. 

You didn’t want to miss someone who left everyone a mess, or want to admit it, at least. 

Your mother didn’t answer, but her actions were louder than any lie she could’ve uttered. Her body froze with tears glistening in her eyes,  as her lips shook holding in a heart-clenching sob. 

Instead of being the perfect daughter and comforting her, you lips turned downwards in distaste. 

The role of the best daughter went to your older sister; you were the heartless nuisance. 

“I don’t believe this.” You huffed, leaning back in your chair. No one seemed to have noticed the heated exchange between you two, but that didn’t mean you no longer felt like screaming your lungs off. 

“Hey, you okay?” Jaebum asked, placing a hand on yours. You met his brown eyes, that seemed lighter than most times. They almost looked caring and sincere. 

However, that was the last thing you needed. You didn’t need any form of genuine affection right now. All you needed was a distraction, and your mother seemed to be a step ahead of you. 

“Your parents and I were thinking, Jaebum,” your mother stared, drawing Jaebum’s attention from you. “You both should start thinking about the future.”

You stared at her in confusion, as she kept on only addressing Jaebum, whilst she talked about both of your futures. You looked at her as she continued to plan out your life as she wished it was her other daughter instead of you beside Jaebum. 

“When do you plan for a child?” She asked Jaebum. 

“The child will be coming out of me, mother.” You muttered through gritted teeth, bringing your mother’s attention back to you. “Shouldn’t you be asking me?”

She stared at you, speechless, before letting out a little dry chuckle. 

“You must be joking, y/n,” she shook her head at you, with a small smile. “Of course you should want to have a child as soon as possible-”

You placed your utensils down on the table and tried to swallow all the anger bubbling inside of you. 

“Mother, I think it’s only appropriate for that Jaebum and I to make the plans for our future,” you said, the at least left hanging in the air, reminding her what their choices in the past have done to their children. 

“Right,” your mother blinked, wiping her mouth. 

“But it should happen soon,” your mother started, but you stopped her. 

“It should happen when we both are ready.” You placed your napkin on your plate. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of work to get back to.

“The dinner was lovely, dad.” You smiled at your father. “Goodbye, mother.” 

You gave everyone in the room the smile you had been taught as a child. A smile that belonged to someone who controlled the room, and everyone in it. You didn’t even have control over your life, but you could always pretend like you did. 

You woke up in the middle of the night and stared into the darkness surrounding you. 

It was another night of the same nightmare, and it was starting to take its toll on you. You got up from bed without looking at the time and made your way to the kitchen. 

You flipped the lights looming over the fridge on, and gasped in surprise when you saw a figure standing there. But you relaxed when you saw Jaebum’s suit from tonight. 

“Gosh, what are you still doing here?” You muttered tossing your hair to the side, as you got out the milk. 

“I just got back in,” he replied, before letting out a sigh. “About what your mother said-”

“You don’t have to clarify for her or do anything about her. Just ignore her.” You told him. 

It’s about time she tasted her own medicine, you wanted to add, but you bit your tongue. 

Jaebum nodded not meeting your eyes. 

This was the first time you both had talked since the other night. 

“Why are you here tonight?” You asked as you sipped the warm milk from the cup. 

“Oh,” Jaebum snapped out of his daze and looked at you. “Last minute paperwork.” 

You pursed your lips and nodded not sure what to say. You stared at the cup in hand and looked at the white liquid swirling inside. You could feel Jaebum’s gaze remaining on you, and you tried to ignore it. With every passing second, you could feel it burning brighter through you. 

“What?” You snapped your head at him. You hadn’t realised how close he was to you and ended up spilling your milk on his suit. 

“Omg! I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed, reaching for the towel. You began wiping it furiously, trying to distract yourself from Jaebum’s heated gaze. Or the feeling in the pit of tummy fluttering due to his gaze, or how you could feel the hardness of his chest under his thin shirt. 

“As much as I love to see you in pain,” Jaebum whispered softly, his heat seeping into your skin. “I have to ask; why do you look like you crawled the hard way out of hell?”

You smiled at that and looked up to meet his eyes. 

“There was an easy way?” You smirked playfully, as his eyes glistened with something you hadn’t seen in a long time. It was the same happiness that once sparkled in those warm brown eyes. The one the little boy had in the photo, and all of your memories.

“There it is,” you whispered, staring into his eyes. His eyes looked back, taking in the patterns of your eyes that made them deeper, and the lashes that surrounded them, making them look darker. 

“What is?” he asked, his voice low. His gaze dropped to your parted lips for a moment, before snapping back to meet your eyes. Your heart beat so loud in your chest you could feel it pumping in your ears. 

“It’s a secret,” You replied, poking your tongue out mockingly, as you stepped back. Jaebum gave you an annoyed look, before rolling his eyes. 

“Sorry, about your suit.” You said as you gulped down a new cup of milk. 

“You should be,” he gruffed, dusting off the liquid. “It can’t be saved anymore. This was the first time I wore it, too.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at his childishness. 

“You didn’t answer though,” Jaebum reminded you, folding his hands behind him as he followed you out of the kitchen. 

You let out a long exhausted sigh, as you rubbed your eyes feeling slightly sleepy, thankfully. 

“I keep getting nightmares in that room,” you told him. Jaebum looked at you surprised, before clearing his throat. 

“That’s a first, normally guests sleep like a baby in that room.” 

“Well, this baby gets visited by the same monster under her bed.” You retorted, half-jokingly. 

“Recurring dreams?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. You nodded, with pursed lips, your shoulders dropping in defeat. 

“Well, would you like to sleep in mine?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You slightly shoved him away, before laughing a little. 

You were outside the room you slept in. You sighed, looking at the light wooden doors. 

“You were right, Jaebum,” you hummed eyeing the closed the doors. You turned to find a confused Jaebum studying you. 

“I can never be her. None of this is mine; even her room can’t seem to get over me taking her spot.” You shot him a sad smile. 

Jaebum’s lips turned into a frown as his brows scrunched together, upset. He looked at the way you nervously rubbed your elbow and sighed feeling guilty. 

“Look, y/n, I’m sorry about last time. I was out of line that time; I was being petty just to win. I didn’t mean it.” He scratched the back of his neck, nervously. 

You smiled at his nervous boyish ways and shook your head. 

“But you were right though. It doesn’t matter if I take her place-”

“But you didn’t,” Jaebum cut you off in a rough voice.  

You avoided his hard eyes and stared at the dark floor instead, as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“You did not sabotage her wedding to take her place.” His voice demanding you to look at him, but you couldn’t meet them. ”She’s the one who didn’t turn up. She’s the one who ran away; you’re the one who saved all of us.”

“But,” you whispered, there’s always a but. You lifted your eyes to meet his dark ones. The tears burned behind your eyes, and you felt your chest tighten as the next words left you. 

“But you’d rather have her than me, any day.”

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[jae-daddy]

Holic (4)

Jaebum AU

one / two / three / five / six / seven

Characters: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mature

Plot: The worst thing about growing up together is that you have too much dirt on each other.

a/n: i’m a mess

Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead as you shot up in bed. Your chest heaved as your breathing struggled to return to normal. It was another nightmare; the same one but just another night. 

You reached for your phone, deciding that you were finally going to find out what your recurring dreams meant, but sighed as you changed your mind. You already had so much on your plate, the last thing you needed on it was a superstitious paranoia. 

You turned on your phone, sighing as you saw the time. It was four am, again. You sighed as you fell back into your bed. You closed your eyes trying to fall back to sleep, but the vague images from the dream repeated itself over and over, flashing different parts before you. 

After a moment of just lying there and staring at the bare ceilings, defeated, you heaved off your bed. 

You slowly opened the door, quiet as a mouse, as you peered at Jaebum’s door. There was no light peeking from underneath so you guessed he was sleeping. That made you feel relieved for some reason, but you didn’t want to explore why. 

The truth is that Jaebum scared you. He was such an arrogant, egotistical and self-absorbed prick. A complete nob if you’ve ever seen one, and it made you so mad. But there was something other than that, something that really crept under your skin. 

Whenever he would give you his devilish smile, or laugh at your remarks, something ticked inside of you. It kept on ticking every time you were near him. You wanted to find out what the trigger was, but you were also too scared to get too close to him. 

You softly closed the door behind you as you tiptoed towards the kitchen. 

Emily, your old nanny, would always give you a warm glass of milk whenever you couldn't sleep. You weren’t sure if it was a truly magically white potion that whizzed you off to sleep, or if you had made yourself believe that it was. Nonetheless, it worked, and it was better than being dependent on pills, you had decided. 

Just as you were about to reach the kitchen, you felt movement from the corner of your eye. Suddenly, the shadow became more prominent, taking shape of a real man.

A terrified scream left your lungs, as you threw yourself backwards. 

You heard the familiar chuckle of Jaebum, as you cowered against the wall. Your hands over your pounding heart. 

“Jaebum, you asshole!” You huffed, trying to calm your racing heart. 

His chuckle deepened into a laugh as you sat there frowning at him. You tried to ignore how he looked as his eyes disappeared, or the way his laugh resonated deep in your chest. Instead, you straightened yourself as you took in what he was wearing.

“Did you just get back home?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at his suit. Without waiting for an answer, you turned and began walking to the kitchen like you had planned.

Jaebum followed your suit, humming in reply. 

“Yeah, I had a wonderful, yet exceptionally long day today,” he sighed, as he leaned against the bench. “A lot of investors are wanting to sponsor the new app that we’re developing.”

Your lips curled into a smile hearing that, as you took out the milk. Your eyes darted over to Jaebum, and he smiled knowingly. The marriage was showing off its effects; it wasn’t all in vain.

“That’s great to hear,” you smiled at him, as you poured yourself a cup of milk. “Want some?” 

“I’m good, thanks,” he shook his head, before walking over to the fridge and taking out a pink coloured bottle. 

You watched him from where you were standing. 

He looked fine, good even. Nothing like a guy whose bride didn’t show up on his wedding day. He seemed like someone whose life was on track and perfect. No sign of an angry, heartbroken man you had seen before.

“How can you look so fine?” You asked, shaking your head lightly. 

Jaebum chuckled, before throwing a smirk your way. “It’s mostly in my genes, but it takes a lot of effort to have such a great body and run a multi-billion company.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, as you failed to hide the humoured smile making its way onto your lips. You pursed your lips, as you shook your head slightly.

“God, you’re insane,” you muttered, before taking a sip of your milk. 

You both silently stood there in the dimly lit kitchen. Covered in the golden hue of the few lights illuminating over you. You couldn’t see his face properly, but you could tell he was thinking of something. 

“Aren’t you upset because of her?” You asked, eyeing the milk in your cup. 

“No, not really,” he shrugged sighing, and it really did seem like he was okay. 

“You both were supposed to get married, Jaebum,” you tried. “How can you be fine?” 

“Your sister and I had an understanding,” Jaebum answered, his tone truthful and sincere, but that wasn’t enough for you. 

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “An understanding that lets you screw your secretary while you’re engaged to someone else?”

You bit your lip, as the last words left your mouth. You didn’t mean to say that, but you had wondered about it the whole day. You wondered how long Jaebum had been screwing the foolish little girl. If your sister had known, if the that was the reason why she didn’t show up. If Jaebum was really cheating on your sister.

“So is this what all this is about?” Jaebum huffed, as he rose an eyebrow in question. “God, you’re such a child.”

You stared at him in disbelief as he loosened the dark tie around his neck. 

He stood there upright and almightly like being three years older than you made him much more of an adult and human than you. 

“A child?” You sneered, your voice low. “I’m sorry, my three years younger than you brain can’t seem to comprehend how an understanding between to a soon-to-be-married couple allows them to go around and fuck their personal assistants. That kind of understanding makes no sense to me. It’s truly beyond my minuscular understanding of ethics.”

You slammed your cup on the counter in anger as your blazing eyes rested on Jaebum. You hated it when he treated you like a child. When he left you out of the circle. When he treated you like a little girl tugging on his sleeves to come play with you. 

Jaebum’s lips curled into an easy smile as he slowly walked towards you. His eyes never leaving you with every step. Your breathing fastened as he neared, but you told yourself it was the anger. You could feel that it was mostly the anger and a hint of something else. 

He stopped in front of you, less than a feet away from you. You took a step back, as your raging eyes met his dark stormy ones. Your hip hit the counter, and your hands gripped its cold granite top.

Jaebum took a step closer to you. His warm brown eyes watching you as he placed his hands on your wrist, slowly tracing them up your bare arms. His fingers curved on your shoulders, brushing the ends of your neck before gently travelling down the middle of your back. His touch causing sparks to dance up your spine. He rested his hands behind you on the counter, trapping you in his arms. 

You held your breath, as his gaze and hands touched you. 

You felt his warm breath gently hit your lips. He leaned in for a bit, inviting you for a small little taste of their softness. You turned your head to the side, not wanting to give into the wicked temptation. You avoided his intense gaze, but could still feel his eyes on you. 

Jaebum’s lips grazed the side of your neck, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. You bit your lip, holding in any sound that would let Jaebum know of the excitement sparking inside you. Your heart was beating erratically, your chest rising and falling, as his soft lips gently touched your skin, leaving a trail of fire behind. 

His lips caressed your ear before he bit it, gently.

“This is why,” he whispered, and you closed your eyes at the feeling of his soft lips lightly touching your ear with every word. “You will never be able to be like your sister.” 

You felt a bucket of ice water be dumped over your head, numbing you out of the trance he had cast over you.

Your body froze at his words before you roughly pushed him away. You felt bile rise up your throat, as anger spiked up your spine painting your vision red.

If your eyes were raging before, now they were raining fire. 

“How dare you?” You whispered, through gritted teeth. You fisted your hands on your side, as you stared at him standing there nonchalantly. 

He knew your worst thing, your personal hell, was being your sister’s shadow. Always in her comparison, always one step behind her. Even though you were complete opposites, the whole world wanted to see how you measure up against your sister on a scale based solely on how she was.

“You know it is the truth, y/n,” he replied, the smile resting lazily on his lips.

“And you know how I am.” You challenged looking into his eyes. 

If he was going to strike at your weak spots, you were going to do the same. 

You saw Jaebum’s eyes flicker with an unknown emotion as your eyes began to burn red, with tears begging to be shed. But you didn’t cry, you won’t cry. 

You will never cry because a stupid boy likes to play dirty. 

You didn’t say anything more and just walked out of the kitchen. 

You didn’t stop until you were in the bathroom. You stood under the shower, as hard drops of warm water washed over your skin. You closed your eyes and took deep breathes to control the storm hurling inside of you. 

When you walked out of the shower, you snickered looking at the time. It was six thirty, meaning no more time to sleep. You got ready for work and planned on skipping breakfast. 

You walked past the dining room where Jaebum was seated, and a plate set out for you. 

“Y/n,” he sighed, his voice heavy, as you walked past him. You stopped in your tracks waiting for him to continue. 

“Look I should-” Before he could continue, his assistant wondered in through the doors. 

You smiled brightly at her, as you took in what she was wearing. 

“Oh my, Cynthia,” you plastered on the sweetest smile and voice. Your eyes travelled to the outfit that she was wearing which was neither appropriate nor professional enough for the secretary of a multi-billion CEO. “Aren’t you off to the conquer the world with your hard work today? Wonderful choice of clothes, by the way.”

You winked at her as you walked past her, but stopped when you were a step behind her. 

“A word of advice, Cynthia, I would start counting down my time with him if I were you,” she turned to look at you with a horrified look. You gave her a soft smile that you were taught since you were a child. 

You got into your car. You pulled out your phone and texted your assistant to put your apartment on lease. Before you could put it away, your phone buzzed in your hand. You sighed reading the message, before sending another text to Jihyo.

Look for dresses for the both of us. My mother is planning to have a dinner party tomorrow night. Excited. xx

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[jae-daddy]

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Jaebum AU

one / two  / four

Characters: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mature

Plot: After your older sister bails on her wedding day, you were left to fill her shoes. Now you’re in a marriage that seems to be from hell; maybe because Jaebum and you were the works of the devil.

a/n: I wondered if I wanted a classic good girl to be the girl’s character. It would’ve fitted perfectly, and been great. But good things start to become boring, sometimes a little wickedness is needed. 

Jaebum was sitting on the opposite side of the table. The displeasure and darkness radiating off him in waves. He shoved another pile of breakfast into his mouth and kept his eyes on the table. 

You wanted to talk to him, about everything that’s happened and everything that is soon to follow. You didn’t know what will happen next or where this all left Jaebum and you. 

It’s true you both were married, legally and publically, but that’s all you were; a bride and groom. You wanted to ask if you both would be husband and wife, be companions or at least friends. But every question was stuck at the tip of your tongue as you laid eyes on Jaebum. 

He looked the same as he always did before the marriage. The same mysterious and dark demeanour; the same expressionless eyes. He looked sharp and dangerous, yet so beautiful. 

Jaebum was like a rose; beautiful to look at, but dangerous to touch. He had thorns sticking out of him from every point, all ready to defend his walls. 

But you had to, you had to talk to him. It had been three weeks since your marriage and you both had barely said a word to one another. 

“Jaebum,” you carefully said, his black eyes snapping up to you. You gulped, as he raised an eyebrow in question, his right hand holding a fork to his lips. “We need to talk.” 

Jaebum sighed as he plopped down the utensils and leaned against his chair. 

“Alright then, talk,” he replied, bored, yet challenging. 

You stared at his behaviour but shook your head to concentrate.

“There’s a lot we need to discuss,” you took a deep breath in before starting your list. “What do we do now, where does this leave us, what are we-”

Jaebum cut you off holding a finger up. 

“We are nothing, y/n,” he told you with a playful smile. You stared at him for a second, before a smirk made its way onto your face. 

“I’m sorry, Jaebum, but we are something.” You tsked, as you leaned back in your chair. “We got married at an altar, and then celebrated our union for the whole world to see. We are something, and we need to figure out what, in order draw clear lines.”

It was Jaebum’s turn to stare at you, to calculate your next move and strike before it.

“So, you want to play the role of a good wife?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink. Your eyes followed the dark liquid and you realised it was alcohol. 

“Only if you’ll play the husband just as well.” You both sat there, tension thick in the air as you both challenged each other. 

Despite being familiar with each other growing up, you were two distant people. 

Your older sister would've accepted it, and moulded right into the role of the perfect wife. But you were raised to have the power, to hold the reigns, but so was Jaebum. 

Jaebum was the first to look away, but that didn’t mean he had lost. The arrogant smile on his face remained, letting you know he was just going to play another game. 

“I think we’re both too old to play this game of house, y/n,” the corner of his lips lifted in a mocking smile. Growing up the three of you had played house; Jaebum would always be the father, your sister was the daughter, and you the mother because you always insisted. But, that was all it was, a game; now it was almost reality. 

“We both know we can’t get out of this,” you ignored him. “Divorcing will be just as worse as not having the wedding at all.”

Jaebum let out a long exhausted breath, before staring at you. 

“Then what do you want, y/n?” He said, his voice low and your name sounding like velvet on his lips. 

“I want us both to make rules, a common ground, of sorts,” you replied, leaning on the table. “We both respect each other, listen to each other and protect one another.” 

Jaebum nodded with a convinced smile. 

“Seems fair to me,” he said, getting up. He made his way around, with a mocking smile, and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. “I’ll take my leave then, my lovely wife.” 

You rolled your eyes and waved at him as he was making his way to the door. He stopped a few steps away when he saw a figure appear in the doorway. 

“Cynthia,” he said, with a tight smile. “Come meet my wife,” he said, jokingly turning towards you. 

“Y/n, this is my assistant Cynthia,” his hand gestured to the lady in the black dress beside him. “And Cynthia, this is my wife, Y/n.”  

You stared at the girl in front of you, she was probably a few years older than you, closer to Jaebum’s age. She had long black hair, a killer body, and a smile that belonged to a winner. 

You chuckled at her confidence, as she placed her hand on Jaebum’s chest, gesturing him to let’s go. You snickered at her idiocy for believing that she actually had a chance. Somewhere deep inside you, you maybe even felt bad for her dreams that were never going to come true.

At least, not with Jaebum, for sure.

You got up from your seat and made your way towards Jaebum.

Cynthia was staring at you with curious eyes, as you walked like your godmother had taught you. 

Walk like a Queen, like you rule this world, y/n. Only then you will truly be respected.

As you stood in front of Jaebum, her hand slipped off his chest, falling to her side. She looked at you both, with her lips slightly parted. 

You shot Jaebum a knowing smile, as you got on your tiptoes. You planted a lingering kiss on his cheek, just missing his lips before you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Remember Jaebum; respect, listen, and protect.” You whispered into his ear, before moving back. 

“Have a great day at work, Jaebum,” you gave him a plastered smile. Jaebum smirked back, understanding your game, as he nodded. 

You looked over at Cynthia who was looking at the floor, uncomfortably. 

“Goodbye, husband.” You winked, as you strutted out of the dining room with the winner’s smile. 

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Jaebum AU

one / three / four

Characters: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mature

Plot: After your older sister bails on her wedding day there’s only one choice left for both families; for you to marry Im Jaebum.

a/n: this will a (mini) series. i hope you all enjoy it!

Jaebum and your sister’s marriage was decided three years ago, when you were too young to even be considered for the proposal. Unlike your sister who was a year away from becoming a capable adult with a degree, you were just starting your second year of grad school. She and Jaebum had always been similar; at least that’s what you had heard growing up. 

The Im family was always with your family. The rivalry existed, but only to an extent. Everyone knew that one day the two empires will become one. A powerful unstoppable kingdom. That opportunity came with the marriage of the two children who were the same age. 

For the past three years, the date of their marriage kept getting pushed further and further away. Until finally, this date was agreed upon; the day your sister prepared for so long, that Jaebum and you had cashed out. 

It’s almost hilarious how everything changed in the span of a few hours. Just last night, your biggest concern was your sister not living a room away from you anymore. Guess the concern still remained the same, but the situation was completely different now. 

When the car pulled in front of an unfamiliar building, you were pulled out of your thoughts. You turned to shoot Jaebum a puzzled look, but he was already out his door and walking inside the building. The driver opened the door for you, and you gave him a small smile as you gathered the huge dress following Jaebum. 

“Where are we?” You asked as you entered the foyer, seeing Jaebum’s back turn into the corner. 

“Welcome, My Lady,” a gruff voice greeted you from behind you. 

“I’m Bulter Kim,” he introduced himself. “This is Sir Im Jaebum’s house. I’ll show you to your room, where you may get ready for the function this evening, My Lady.” He gestured to the direction Jaebum had disappeared. 

“Y/N is fine.” You smiled at him, as you walked trailing behind him. 

“Rules aren’t meant to be broken, My Lady,” he replied in a formal tone. 

You rolled your eyes at that, but still insisted he called you something other than the title you were called. 

“How about Miss Y/N?” You suggested, raising an eyebrow. “My Lady is horrible. Who came up with that?” 

“The Lady who was to be married into this household.” He said, his voice clipping all the room for conversation. 

My sister wanted to be called that?

“Here’s your room, Miss Y/N,” he told you, as he opened the two sets of wooden doors. You peeked into the room, before turning back towards him.

“That is Sir Im Jaebum’s room.”

HIs hands gestured to the room right in front of yours. 

You nodded, as a shaky breath left you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled at the man. “I hope you can call me by my name. If you haven’t noticed I’m not the bride you had met before. You may call Jaebum whatever he pleases, but please address me by my name, once you start to feel comfortable.” 

The older guy looked at you with wide eyes, before nodding. The corners of his lips lifted as he tried to hide a small smile. 

“Is it alright if I call you Mr Kim?” You tilted your head to the side. He nodded, then bowed taking his leave. 

You stood at the threshold of your room but didn’t look inside. Instead, your eyes were on the dark wooden doors that Jaebum was behind. 

What was he feeling? 

Is he okay?

You wanted to ask him, to talk to him, but you knew better than forcing your way into a heartbroken man’s room. 

You finally stepped into the room and instantly sighed with resentment. The room was designed by your sister. The colours were pale, almost white; it looked like a snowy mountain reflecting the sinking sun. 

It was beautiful, but it wasn’t you. 

You closed the door and rested your head on the hard surface. 

If this was going to be yours, you have to make it yours. You made a mental note to ask Jaebum if you could change your room’s design, or get another room entirely. 

You picked up the folds of fabric around you and waddled towards the closet. There wasn’t much inside it. Just clothes that your sister had sent over for the next couple of days that were to follow after the wedding. 

You walked backwards and plopped onto the bed as you stared at the closet. 

She was ready for the wedding. She did everything for the wedding, she even planned ahead of it, then why didn’t she show up?

A loud sigh left you as you collapsed into your bed closing your eyes for a moment.

The shimmering lights of the cameras were visible even before the car turned into the long driveway. 

“That is a lot of paparazzi,” you commented comically under your breath. 

Your family always had strict policies about the publishing of your private lives. Everything about your life that didn’t have anything to do with business was always kept away from the media. For some reason, that tormented the people more; the more you hid away the more they wanted to know.

Jaebum must have heard you, as he snorted at that comment. “It’s the first time they get to publish about the two families and the fairytale wedding, who would give up that chance?” 

You stared out the window as the smear of black became taking shape of a crowd. 

“Do you think we did the right thing?” You turned to Jaebum with a questioning look. 

“I don’t know, y/n. But it was for the best.” He said with a sigh. “Now, let’s do your best.” 

You nodded, as you nervously wiped your hands on the tissues. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll do great. Just pretend like you’re happy with all of this.” 

You turned to face Jaebum who looked out his window with a grim look. 

“So should you,” you told him, as you squeezed his palm encouragingly before letting it go. 

“Thanks,” he said just before the car came to stop. 

It’s show time. 

Jaebum got out of the car first, holding out his hand for you. His face carried a smile that belonged to a man who just won the lottery. To an outsider, it would seem like he was actually marrying the girl he loved. 

As you stepped out of the car, you set your deep dark red dress perfectly. It wasn’t extravagant, shiny or over the top. It was simple, elegant and graceful. It was there to steal the show. 

You placed your hand on Jaebum’s warm ones, as the other shyly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

This was the role you had chosen, the bashful bride. Whereas Jaebum decided to be the gloating groom.

Your eyes met for a moment, as you sent the softest smile to each other.

You could feel the cameras capturing every moment, soaking it all in. You could imagine the photos that would float around the internet by tomorrow morning, and the endless amount of people gushing over how in love you two were. 

Jaebum placed his hands on the small of your waist as he led you to the photo stand. You both stood there with your brightest smiles. In your places playing the role of the bride and groom. 

“You look lovely in that dress,” Jaebum whispered into your ear for the cameras. You smiled as you looked up at him. 

“Who chose it?” You asked, your voice soft. This wasn’t the dress your sister had chosen.

“I did,” his smile got bigger, and you could feel the camera’s getting more excited about the exchange of words they couldn’t hear. 

“Thank you, I like it.” You gave him a smile of love. 

The longer you both stood in front of the flashes, the more your stomach churned with distaste. It was making you sick, faking to be in love with a man you weren’t. This is where your sister should’ve been, with the man who was in love with her, not her younger sister.

Finally, it was over and you were making your way inside, away from the prying lenses.

The wedding planner that your sister had chosen from another continent held her hand up making you both wait by the door. 

You could hear the muffled announcement on the other side to welcome the bride and groom, and the cheers that followed after it. 

The dark doors slowly opened revealing Jaebum and you to the crowd. Your arm in his, you leaning against him, ever so slightly; looking so in love, yet still powerful. 

The only emotion you displayed without hesitation was power, and you could feel Jaebum seething the same from him. 

Every eye was on you, watching the true power couple walk into the room; heads held high with grace, pride and honour. The new king and queen set to reign.

Everything that you both had sacrificed this day for, was finally in your hands. You had everything that was at stake this morning, back in the palms of your hand. 

Your mother sank into her chair, as tears ran down her face, but it was of relief. Jaebum’s parents and your father were the same, relaxing into their chairs; sorrow and proud smiles on their faces.

Their children will never let them down. 

Jaebum and you turned towards each other, taking the position to start of the first dance. 

From the corner of your eyes, you saw the colour of your dress. You remembered your sisters dress hanging empty in the closet at Jaebum’s house.

That dress belonged to a happy bride. The colours bright, subtle, almost emitting the hopefulness that married couples feel on their wedding day. The dress on your body was another story. 

It was red; the colour of blood and power. It was almost threatening; challenging every person in this room to come against Jaebum and you, the heirs of Im and Y/L/N. 

This wedding wasn’t your sisters; it no longer stood for anything she had wanted and wished for. It was yours and Jaebum’s. 

Now it stood for intoxicating power and control. It was another step to protect and strengthen the kingdom that was built.

Every person in this room looked at you both with greedy eyes; no one was a true friend, they all were enemies. All waiting for the perfect time to attack and take the crown from your heads.

You couldn’t hate them for feeling that way, you were exactly the same. You couldn’t blame your sister for putting you or Jaebum in this position, either. 

The wedding could’ve easily been called off. You both knew that, but the consequences that followed were beyond that. The only thing you both could blame was your greed for power and honour that you couldn’t let go off. 

Jaebum’s eyes stared into yours, as you looked back. Not a single word was spoken between the two of you, but you both heard it loud and clear. 

The kingdom was safe. 

You placed your hands in his as you stepped closer to each other. 

Your kingdom was safe. Long live the king and queen.

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[jae-daddy]

Holic

Jaebum AU 

two / three / four

Characters: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Drama, romance, mature

Plot: After your older sister bails on her wedding day there was only one choice left for both the families; you to marry Im Jaebum. 

a/n: I should really stop coming up with more series when I have writer's block for the others. 

Another tear fell down your rosy cheeks as you rested your hand on your father’s forearm. 

“Don’t cry, my dear,” his deep voice soothed you, as he squeezed your palm. He turned you around towards the crowd, but your eyes remained on the floor. 

You saw your white flowered shoes peek underneath the white majestic dress. Your slippers were the same as the ones the other two bridesmaids adorned, except this pair was taking steps down the ivory carpet leading to the altar. 

The live orchestra played How long will I love you, by Ellie Goulding as everyone rose from their seats to welcome you. 

There were gasps and awes greeting you with every step, all in awe at how beautiful you looked at as a bride. 

This was your day. 

But it wasn’t. 

The only thing on your body that truly belonged to you were your shoes because your older sister’s ones didn’t fit you. They somehow managed to squeeze you into the dress she found after fifty different stores. The delicate lace design around the bottom of your dress moved with every small step you took towards the alter that your sister had created. 

The ivory and off-white colours matching with the majestic wedding dress on your body. The details in the palest pink that co-ordinated with the bouquet of flowers in your hands. Everything was to her taste.

Everyone sat in rows of white chairs that were Italian leather. 

Everyone who welcomed you down the aisle believed this was truly your day, to your taste and design. 

Only it wasn’t. 

The song that played softly in the background was your sister’s dream. She had cried the first time she had heard it; she looked over at you and told you this was the one. This was the song she would play on her wedding day. 

And it almost did come true. Almost, but almost is never enough. 

Everything was going perfectly until this morning, two hours before the wedding. Your sister went missing and in her place was a note saying, “I’m sorry.” 

Your father hummed over the music, much closer to you. His voice resonating in your chest. It was the song you both sang every time you went camping down by grandma’s cabin. More tears left you, and you felt your father choke on his own sorrow too. 

No father ever wants to send his daughter off like this, but we didn’t have a choice. Your family didn’t and neither did the Im family. Spiderman, or whoever said it was true, with great power comes great responsibility. 

When two of the most powerful families were merging together, it was a fairytale marriage. Everyone was anticipating it, watching with hawks eyes; to witness the rise or the horrendous downfall of both families. 

Calling off the wedding two hours before the wedding would bring both the families down, and you knew it. You agreed to this for the sake of the two families and their pride. 

Your father patted your back in an attempt to calm you down, and you really tried to do just that. You took deep long breathes and counted to ten backwards. 

It was almost funny how relieved the whole room, with the two families, felt when they read the card again. The card never stated your name or your sisters, it was the first initial that you both shared and your last name, weds Im Jaebum. Your eyes caught Jaebum in the room, and your heart sank seeing someone as strong as him looking so broken. 

You both agreed instantly, you understood the consequences of this wedding not happening. The empire that was created would crumble down to nothing; all the investors would pull out, and the deals would be withdrawn. Your families would have nothing; no wealth, no pride, nor honour. 

You knew you had reached the end of your walk when you heard your mother's quiet whimpers as she held you from the other side. 

You lifted your head and looked at your mother. For her sake, you pushed your tears back and gave her an encouraging smile as you nodded at her reassuringly. 

Your mother gave you a grateful smile and it broke your heart. 

You moved your eyes away from her and finally met his dark ones. 

This was supposed to be your day, but it wasn’t. 

If it was, you’d be wearing a simple dress. You’d be outside, not in an old traditional chapel, and there’d be fairy lights and candles. The air would smell of sweet flowers and spices, and your heart would be filled with warmth. 

As you’d walk down the aisle Beautiful [Goblin Ost instrumental] would play, and you’d be smiling, maybe crying just a bit too. At the end of the aisle would’ve been your groom looking breathtakingly handsome. He’d shoot you a cheeky smile and take your hands in his. He’d lean down and softly whisper, “You look beautiful.” 

His eyes would sparkle with tears of happiness and joy, and it would’ve been truly beautiful. 

Instead, your eyes met cold ones. His hand outstretched for you to hold, as his face remained unchanged. You lifted your hands off your father's forearm and placed it in his. 

Your father kissed your head and moved to his seat. 

Jaebum stared at you. Your heart was beating fast and your breath was shaky, as you looked back at him. He lightly pulled you to stand beside him, as everyone took their places. 

The song was reaching its end, and you turned to face Jaebum for a moment. He turned and your eyes met. You looked into them, searching for the hurt boy you had seen a few hours ago. The broken-hearted, hurt boy was gone, instead, there was nothing. 

There was a cold emptiness and darkness in his eyes that didn’t exist before.

You never saw it when he’d come over for dinners and lunches. You didn’t see it when he got into a car crash and his back got hurt. You didn't find it when he lost his lucky pen and turned your parent's house upside down searching for it. You never saw it when his first business attempt had failed, but you saw it today. A man defeated by love. 

You let out a shaky breath and faced forward as the Officiant started the ceremony.

You didn’t say your own vows like you had always wanted. 

The ring that was slipped upon your finger wasn’t the one you chose. 

The groom that kissed your forehead wasn’t someone you loved. 

As you both exited the chapel only one thing remained in your mind. 

This day wasn’t yours, nothing about this day belonged to you, but it was. Somehow, it was now your day.

As Jaebum closed the door behind you and settled into his seat staring out the window, you didn’t know if this could really work out. 

A groom that wasn’t yours, and a bride that he didn’t love. How could this marriage work?

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