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jadededge · 5 months

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Tear You Apart | Ch.3

Pairing: GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.

Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Despite their busy and immortal lives, the boys try to have dinner together as often as possible. Gathering around the large oak table in their dining room, they share laughs and stories of the day. Relaxing and unwinding as a family.

"So, maknaes," Jaebeom starts. "I hear you had to provide some backup on Canal. How did that go?"

"We went to see Selah. I'm so sorry," Youngjae immediately folds and bows his head, hoping to be spared.

Bam sucks his teeth. "Youngjae, what the fuck man?"

"You did what?" Jaebeom asks calmly. Too calm.

The sound of silverware hitting plates echoed in the now quiet room.

"Aw shit, boys, why did you do that?" Mark asks.

"We only wanted to see her." Yugyeom adds with a pout. "We didn't even talk to her." He says leaning towards Youngjae.

Jinyoung must've caught that because he immediately followed up. "Bam. What about you?"

"Whatever. I talked to her. And I got her number."

All the older brothers sigh. Jaebeom continues to look. His chin starts to protrude.

"Son, why did you do that when we have her number?" Mark asked.

"I'm sorry, were we going to start texting her and tell her we looked up everything about her beforehand?" He laid it out. "I'm playing the boyfriend game." He leans back, looking proud of himself.

Jaebeom was pissed, but he was trying not to show it. He had a plan, and this... He stands, pushing his chair back to leave. "I'm going out."

"Either you've messed up so badly that he needs to go prepare to send you back or..." Jackson pauses. "Actually, I don't know what else he could be doing. Nice knowing you, Bam. I'll see you in 50 years."

Jinyoung chimes in with a disapproving tone, "You do know Jackson went to meet her as well? What will she think? We're meant to be playing this smart, and you've gone and added another complication to the situation. Yeah, Jaebeom should send you back."

"I fucked up, huh?" Bam says, hanging his head.

Mark, though known for his temper, is actually quite gentle with his brothers. Particularly the younger ones, and tries to comfort them. "Did you fuck up? Yes. But it will be okay. JB won't send you back."

"He might strangle you, though." Jackson says he is taking a bite of his food.

Mark gives him a 'stop that' look.

"What? Bammie, I invited Selah to the club. How do we explain to her that out of pure coincidence, she met both of us on the same day and that we know each other? You might have to miss the opening."

Bam lets out a puff of air ready to protest.

"That's actually not a bad idea." Jinyoung says. "You three will not be at the opening."

The younger ones begin to protest. Jinyoung holds his hand up and says, "Save it. This is perfect. Perhaps Jaebeom won't murder you if we can salvage this."

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The weekend arrives, and everybody is a bundle of nerves. After adjusting plans, the boys feel like they're actually in a better place. Feeling that perhaps it would be easier to introduce her to four of them versus all seven.

The maknaes are on warehouse duty for the night, and they couldn't have been more sour about it.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into going with you. Now look at me." Youngjae pouts, looking into the distance.

Bam rolls his eyes and says, "Well, you hardly put up a fight at a gentle suggestion."

Yugyeom chuckles a bit. "You did come along pretty easily. We should just be happy we didn't get banished."

"Valid point. But I want to meet her now." Youngjae says.

Yugy juts his lip out, "Me too."

"Yeah she's great. Glad I talked to her when I did." Bam says proudly.

The other two side eye him.

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Selah arrives at the club accompanied by her friend Brianca. She's feeling good about how she looks. The little black dress she has on is her favorite among the many in her closet. The tiny straps sit upon her glittering shoulders. The bodice fits tight on her chest with a side split that causes the material to lay nicely over her ass. Matched with a flattering pair of heels that elongate her legs and strap around her ankles is giving her a confidence boost. Not to mention, she smelled amazing.

She's hoping to see Jackson. Bam hasn't texted her. Which made her a bit sad, as she was hoping he would. But she figured she would at least have a good time, get her mind off the week, and look good if for nobody but herself

"Girl, this club is nice!" Brianca says to Selah. "And you said he's the owner?"

"That's what he said. So I'm not sure I'll easily bump into him." Selah responds by surveying the area.

"Let's get a drink!" Brianca suggests.

At the bar, Brianca has already been approached by a couple of guys and is chatting one up. She has a very inviting aura, so it's no surprise she's already deep in conversations.

At one point she leans over to Selah, "omg girl. This is that guy I told you about. That I went out with a couple of weeks ago." "The one with the.." Selah wiggles her brows.

"Yes him." Brianca exclaims trying not to let him hear.

Selah chuckles, "well it looks like you're in for a wild night."

"Here's hoping." Brianca cheers with her friend and turns back to her presumed date for the evening.

As Selah is enjoying her cocktail, she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder that sends shivers throughout her body. Looking to her left, she sees Jackson. Managing her reaction, she doesn't smile too hard. "Jackson, hi."

"Selah, you made it." He's grinning from ear to ear. He takes a second to look her up and down. Without realizing it, he's licking his lips. "You look amazing."

This causes her to blush hard and look away briefly. "Thank you. You look great yourself, and your club is amazing."

"Thank you. I spotted you and wanted to be sure I had a chance to speak while things were going smoothly."

He needed to get her away from her friend and up to the private room. He can tell she cares about her and won't want to leave her alone or unsafe. But it appears luck was on his side.

"Brianca." Selah is turning to get her friend's attention to introduce her to Jackson. "This is Ja-."

But she's being lead to the dance floor by the guy she was chatting with. She looks back and smiles big at her friend. Quickly surveying the guy next to Selah she gives her a 'go get em' look.

"Well I was going to introduce you but nevermind I guess." She laughs.

Jackson sighs internally with relief, "No worries, we can meet later. She looks like a good time."

"Oh she's a blast in a glass. She'll be entertained for hours."

"In that case, would you like me to show you around?" Jackson asks as he holds his hand out for her.

"Sure. I'd like that, we sort of b-lined to the music, so I haven't seen the rest."

He leads her through the crowd and back toward the foyer. The place is actually quite large with a few different areas. One being the bigger bar and dance floor area they just left. Jackson shows her around the bottom floor. Even showing her a few behind the scene places before leading her into a lounge area. It's decorated in gold, with soft lighting and slow music, this makes for a nice area to chat.

"One of my brothers designed this room. He thought it would be a good idea to add an area that was much less chaotic than the traditional club atmosphere." Jackson explained.

"Oh you have a brother?" Selah asks.

"Yes, six actually." He leads her to the bar to order himself a drink. "Would you like anything?"

"Whatever you're having. Unless it's vodka." She makes a disgusting face.

Jackson chuckles and signals to the bartender, "please send over two glasses of Hennessy and ice. Thanks T."

"You got it boss." The bartender responds.

Jackson turns his attention to Selah, "Come, let's have a seat."

Settling in, Jackson takes this time to get a really good look at her. She's perfect. They begin a back and forth conversation that flows with ease. He asks her questions about herself that he already knows the answers to, but he loves hearing her talk, so this isn't a problem.

She asks about his business endeavors and he explains to her how he owns this a few other nightclubs. He mentions the corporation that his family runs, not the illegal things, obviously.

"So you have 6 brothers. That had to be hectic growing up." Selah comments.

"You could say that again. We're not exactly blood brothers, more very close friends, but we're brothers in just about every other way. We sort of came together at different times but we've been together ever since." She's listening intently. Jackson hasn't even used his gifts to any degree and she's already hooked on his every word. "Three of them are here now. I was hoping to introduce you actually. They've been dying to meet you."

"Oh, you've told them about me?" She's shocked, they only met briefly. "And you want me to meet them?"

He smiles and grabs her hand, gently caressing it. "Of course, we tell each other everything. So when I met a gorgeous woman, I told them immediately."

She was a bit hesitant but the moment Jackson touches her, she gets those same shivers. Being near Jackson, she finds herself alot more willing to go along with just about anything he says. Especially when he touches her.

She blushes, "Okay, sure."

He beams at her, "You're going to love them."

"I should text my friend and let her know."

This irritates Jackson. But he hides his displeasure. "Sure, no problem. "

He needs her alone and he didn't want to manipulate her to do it but this is becoming tedious. How do normal people live like this.

"Oh, she actually messaged to say she left with that guy. I must've missed it. I guess i'm all yours." Selah explains.

"Perfect." Jackson stands and extends his hand to help her up.

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Leading her out of the lounge and through the club to the stairs, Selah feels lightheaded. She feels as if she's walking to another world. The decor is also darker upstairs. The walls are a blood red velvet with black damask patterning. The lighting is low and the music from downstairs is faded and becomes more faint the deeper they walk.

"Continuing the tour," Jackson starts. "This top floor has a few private rooms that special guests can use, as well as the offices."

He stops at a door at the end of the hall and on the other side, Selah knows deep down, everything will change once she steps in. Jackson opens the door and gestures for her to enter.

The room is spacious, continuing the same dark motif, but the colors are a darker green and black with gold accents. There's a full-sized bar and and lounge area with a large window across the way for a view of the entire dance floor from above.

And scattered about the room are three of the finest men Selah has ever seen, apart from Jackson. It nearly takes her breath away. They are dressed in finely tailored suits, like Jackson, and they have this something about them she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe this was a mistake. She thinks.

Jackson places his hand on the small of her back and moves her further into the room, "Selah, these are three of my brothers." He points to one at the bar with a short haircut and a dazzling smile that warms her heart. "This is Mark, the oldest."

"Hello gorgeous, lovely to meet you." He finishes making his drink and comes to settle in a chair next to the couch.

"And this absolute cutie..." pointing to other one with a short haircut. His lips grab her attention and she can't help but stare at them. He chuckles slightly and bites his bottom lip. She had to stop her knees from giving out. Did he do that on purpose. "...is Jinyoung."

He rolls his eyes, "Could you not introduce me that way." He gives her a smile staring directly in her eyes making her melt.

"Why? Is he not adorable Selah?" Jackson turns to ask her. She blushes from being put on the spot. Jackson laughs. "And lastly but certainly not least, this is Jaebeom. He is our leader."

Calling this man gorgeous would be an understatement. With longer hair styled perfectly sitting across his neck. Selah couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run her fingers through it. She's cursing herself for how hard she is crushing on her crush's brothers.

He nods her direction. "Nice to meet you Selah, you can call me Jay B."

Her head swims. "Nice to meet you all"

"Come let's sit." Jackson moves them to a loveseat next to Jaebeom and across from Mark. Jinyoung has his eyes trained on her.

All four of them are drawing her in, with their confidence and captivating aura. But just beyond that is something tugging at her, whispering danger. She's watching herself wade further into the waters. What is happening...

Tags: @openup-yourmind

#kpop fanfic #got7 smut #got7 jaebeom #got7 fanfic #jb got7 #jinyoung #got7 fanfiction #got7 jb #got7 yugyeom #got7 mark #got7 youngjae #kpop fanfiction #fanfic #romance fanfiction #ao3feed #wattpad

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markliving · 3 months

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MASTERLIST

That's my masterlist, some things are a little older and I don't write for them anymore, like BTS. My question is not open for now and i do not write nsfw.

All the titles will be posted, i just need translated them. And remembering, english is not my firt language.

masterpost | who do i write |

GOT7

mark tuan

one-shot

let snow - mark tuan x f!reader, friends to lovers, fluff, a little of angst |

your favorite song - mark tuan x reader, fluff |

series

til' the road and sky align - mark tuan x f!reader, stable relationship, travel, fluff, angst | ongoin

im jaebeom (jay b)

one-shot

ghost of you - jayb x f!reader, hurt/no comfort, angst | based in "ghost of you" by 5 seconds of summer

jackson wang

one-shot

my star - jackson x oc!star, fluff and happiness |

there are good witches, you know? - jackson x f!reader, magic, fantasy, fluff | 1585 words

park jinyoung

one-shot

lie to me - park jinyoung x f!reader, drama, happy ending? |

BTS

min yoongi

one-shot

better man - yoongi x f!reader, fluff | based in "better man" by 5 seconds of summer

unforgettable - yoongi x f!reader, fluff, stable relationship, travel, fluff |

Stremers/Youtubers

quackity

one-shot

corrector cursed - cc!quackity x f!reader, use of his real name, just fluff |

series

be the poet and i will be your soldier - quackity x reader, lawyers!au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | ongoing

↳ one | two | three | four | five

Harry Potter (marauders era)

sirius black

one-shot

five of september of 1978 - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/no comfort, but a happy end?? | 657 words

behind the portrait - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, stable relationship |

Top Gun: Maverick

jake seresin

one-shot

meet me in the pale moon - jake seresin x f!reader, fluff, drama |

Football

son heung-min

one-shot

strawberry - son heung-min x f!reader, just fluff |

Marvel

bucky barnes

one-shot

after you - bucky barnes x m!reader, angst, fluff, happy ending

jason tood

one-shot

a kiss heals everything - jason tood x f!reader, just fluff | 1076 words

One Piece

portgas d. ace

one-shot

special day - ace x f!reader, fluff |

roronoa zoro

one-shot

reunions - roronoa zoro x f!reader, after marineford, angst, happy ending, fluff |

Jujutsu Kaisen

gojo satoru

one-shot

miss you - gojo satoru x f!reader, platonic!megumi x platonic!reader, exes to lovers, drama, fluff, a little of angst, happy ending | 2499 words

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mariabtsos · 3 days

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One That I Want ||m.yg|| – Chapter 9: Lightning

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Description: It is summer of 1956, and leader of the T-Birds Yoongi is working at a food joint at the beach to make extra money over the summer, when he meets a pretty girl. They start a summer fling that unfortunately had to come to end, but an unexpected turn of events will bring them back together.

Genre: 1950s au, angst, fluff, some smut, Greaser!Yoongi x Square/Goody-Two-Shoes!OC.

TW: underage drinking and smoking, sexual content, violence, misogyny (it’s the 1950s so peak macho man era).

Word Count: 1.6k+

Lottie was thankful to have spent most of her weekend with Nayeon, hanging out with her brought a happiness that she desperately needed. It was now Monday after school and they were laying on Lottie’s bed in a comfortable silence as the older played with her hair. Lottie felt like a change of style may serve her broken heart, but something better came along as the phone rang downstairs.

“Charlotte! There’s someone on the phone for you,” her little brother called.

“Were you expecting someone to call?” Nayeon asked, to which Lottie just shook her head confused, they both made their way down the stairs, her brother carelessly handing her the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby,” the deep rumble of Taehyung’s voice came through the receiver, flutters making themselves obvious in her stomach. “Oh, hi there Taehyung,” Nayeon immediately jumped up and down, getting closer to the phone so she could hear what they spoke about.

Taehyung had been hunting down her number the whole weekend, finally realizing she’ll most definitely not be in the Yellow Pages yet, he went to Wendy and asked her for it. He was keen on the foreigner, and now more so knowing how Yoongi had treated her. He wanted to make her feel better, even if she decided she wanted nothing to do with him other than be friends afterwards, seeing her so sad during the pep rally made him so angry and upset for her.

“I wanted to know if you’d let me take you out next Saturday?” he asked, Nayeon took the phone and covered the transmitter with her hands.

“Oh you have to go, weren’t you just telling me how you thought he was cute?” she whispered excitedly. Taehyung wasn’t sure if Nayeon actually knew how to whisper though, considering he heard most of what she said.

“Hmm, I guess, he’s pretty nifty,” Lottie replied, taking the phone back, “I’d love to go out with you Taehyungie!”

“Neeto! I’ll pick you up at 5, see you then baby,” Taehyung hung up after that, Nayeon immediately squealed, pulling her friend by her arm back up the stairs “I have to get you ready!” Lottie chuckled at that, she had to admit she was excited to go out with Taehyung, hopefully this was the new start she needed.

Namjoon felt lost, sitting on the hood of his beaten up car he wasn't sure how he felt about what had gone on Friday night, in a way he was excited to have finally gotten some from Kim, but so upset at what Jaebeom had done to his car.

“Namjoonah! Are you listenin’?” He was taken out of his thoughts by Yoongi.

“Sorry hyung, I just keep thinking about Friday, I hate that I got Kim and my heart wasn't in it,” he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“As long as something else was,” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Namjoon smacked the back of his neck causing the younger to yelp loudly “shut your trap.”

All Yoongi could do was chuckle at his dongsaengs along with Jin and Hobi who were leaning into each other from how hard they were laughing. “We'll figure it out Namjoonie, for now let's go get some shakes,” he grabbed his best friend's shoulder forcing him to stand up and walk to the diner's entrance.

What the hell?!

As the diner's doors swung open he was met with the most terrible sight ever.

Lottie and Kim Taehyung… on a date?

His friends’ immediately noticed Yoongi’s change in mood, following his gaze to the aforementioned, who were chatting rather lively. “You're staring hyung, let's go,” Hoseok pulled him to their usual booth, although that didn't stop Yoongi from continuing to stare.

“He’s achin’ for a breakin’,” he says under his breath.

“Going ape over bird dog over there Min?” Kim asked, Yoongi hadn’t even seen or heard her walk in, granted he was too busy burning a hole into Taehyung’s head.

“Bite the weenie Kim,” he rolled his eyes, finally looking away from Lottie, “with relish,” she replied cheekily, turning her attention to Namjoon, running one of her hands through his hair before walking away to the rest of her gang, who Yoongi had also not seen walk in. He chuckled at Namjoon’s face.

“Oh Namjoonie, don’t tell you’re gone for Kim?” he teased, making the younger break out of his trance, “pfft, you know these chicks, they’re only good for one thing,” he tried playing it off.

“Yeah,” Hobi piped up in defense of his friend, “what else are you supposed to do with them the other 23 hours and 45 minutes of the day?” He chuckled.

“Uhhh,” a confused Jimin jumped into the conversation,”is that all it takes? 15 minutes?” He asked nervously, causing the group to laugh. It was no secret to them that Jimin being the youngest was the least experienced of the group, it was something the aforementioned was insecure about; sure he’d done some petting and necking, but he’d never gone all the way with a chick. “No, Jiminie, it varies from person to person,” Jin explained, trying to reassure the youngest. Yoongi went back to staring, debating whether or not he should go up to Lottie, he found the opportunity when he saw her get up from her seat and head to the jukebox across the room.

Lottie was so happy to have gone on this date with Taehyung, she didn’t think she could laugh so hard her belly hurt and tears streamed down her face. He was such a gentleman and very good at making her comfortable. She was definitely grateful that Nayeon had convinced her to go.

“Wanna dance baby?” He asked you with a pretty smile that you just couldn’t say no to, you nodded very enthusiastically making him giggle. “Here’s a Won, pick something fun!” He handed her the small coin and she happily stood up, and walked to said jukebox. She was sorting through the selection of songs when she felt someone close to her.

“Don’t trust me to pick a song by mys-” she stopped when she saw Yoongi staring at her.

“Hey dolly,” he greeted her sheepishly, she scoffed in response.

“Hey,” Yoongi didn’t miss how quickly her smile had dropped once he’d shown up.

“Been wantin’ to talk to ya for a while”

“What could you possibly wanna talk about?” she retorted, she definitely sounded annoyed.

“That night at the pep rally,” he wished she would look at him, but she just kept looking through the song list, “the way I acted was terrible and it wasn’t me at all,” that last part made her look at him whilst she chuckled cynically.

“Then who was it? The person you told me to take out a missing person ad for?” Lottie felt her ears heat up as she let Yoongi know what she thought of him “it's okay, I've someone who won't go missing,” she turned and waved at Taehyung who flashed back a brilliant smile.

“Too bad his brains are in his biceps,” he said bitterly.

“Taehyung is a wonderful and smart young man, what have you ever done?” she finally inserted the small coin into the Jukebox, “c'mon Lottie I can run circles around him any day,” Yoongi complained, using his hand to point at Taehyung, who she saw taking off his letterman jacket to be more comfortable when the time came to dance.

“I'll believe that when I see it,” she looked at him one more time before choosing "Those Magic Changes" as the song she wanted to dance to, “bye Yoongi.”

Yoongi watched her walk away and Taehyung hold her as they swayed to the melody of the song, it made his heart shatter and his blood boil when he saw them giggling at each other, the obvious tint in Lottie's cheek making it obvious to Yoongi that she was keen of the jock.

He started walking back to his booth, where he noticed Jin and Namjoon missing, “where'd they go?” He asked his two remaining friends, “went to flirt with the girls, I heard Jin talking about how pretty Nayeon was looking today to Namjoon,” Hobi made a gagging sound.

I wish I could care as little as Hobi does, he thought.

Back at the table, Taehyung didn't miss the way Lottie's mood had changed, he'd seen Min approach her and he wanted nothing more than to beat his face in, but for now cheering her up was his priority.

“Hey baby! Ready to dance?” he smiled sweetly, holding his hand out to her.

Lottie was grateful for him at that moment so she took it, he pulled her close as they started dancing slowly. “So, have I been a good date so far?” he asked, they were so close, their noses barely a few inches apart.

“Hmm I don’t know,” she replied jokingly, prompting him to spin her around and dip her, she laughed loudly causing a couple of heads to turn their way, a very obvious Yoongi trying to bore holes into the back of Taehyung’s head… again.

“How about now?” His voice soft, they were close again, and Lottie didn't miss the way Taehyung's eyes went from her own to her lips, “I'd say you've been great,” their lips were barely touching. Lottie didn't want to move too fast, and she was suddenly aware that everyone was watching. She made a quick move and kissed his cheek, “but making out in front of everyone isn't my style,” Taehyung giggled.

“Not a problem baby, I'd never do anything you didn't want me to,” she gave him another kiss on the cheek and it almost looked like Taehyung’s face would split into two from how wide it was.

Yoongi wished his face would actually split into two.

#bts fanfic #bts #min yoongi #1950s au #one that i want #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi x oc

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urneverland · 2 months

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𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱: 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲.

about: shyla. 25+. she/her. gmt+8.

status: not currently looking for more partners!

hi and welcome to my blog! i used to be @momorini but i lost my login for that account, so i'm starting over. i'm currently looking for short-term or long-term rp partners for double rps with idols on tumblr or discord.

if you're interested, please continue reading the details below carefully.

what i'm looking for:

20+ partners

semi-lit to literate responses

okay with idol x oc ships

familiar with tupperbox if discord rp

non-demanding activity

puts equal efforts on both rps

groups i rp / write for:

ateez

blackpink

bts

exo

(g)i-dle

got7

monsta x

nct

stray kids

twice

groups & members i'm looking for:

ateez (hongjoong, seonghwa, yeosang, wooyoung)

blackpink (jisoo, rosé)

bts (seokjin, yoongi, hoseok, jungkook)

exo (xiumin, baekhyun, chanyeol, sehun)

(g)i-dle (soyeon, miyeon, yuqi)

got7 (jaebeom, mark, jinyoung, yugyeom)

itzy (yeji, ryujin, yuna)

monsta x (minhyuk, kihyun, i.m)

nct (taeyong, taeil, johnny, yuta, jaehyun, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin)

red velvet (irene)

sf9 (inseong)

stray kids (bang chan, lee know, changbin)

the boys (sangyeon, younghoon, hyunjae, juyeon)

twice (jihyo, sana, mina, dahyun, tzuyu)

what i will and won't do:

i'm okay with most aus, themes, and plots in rp, but i will let you know if i'm uncomfortable with what you're offering. i'm willing to find a compromise to get you something you want, while keeping my comfort. send "i am a top super lady" when you contact me.

i'm open to all types of ships (m/f, m/m, f/f, m/nb, f/nb, etc.) for idol x oc or idol x idol. for n.sfw stuff, i'm not comfortable writing it out, so i'd prefer to have it be implied s.mut or fade-to-black.

however, these are the ones i will never write for:

abuse

death of an idol in rp

hybrids

idolverse

incest

little space/ddlg

noncon/rape

omegaverse/abo

self-harm

suicide

underaged/minor idols

how to reach me:

for tumblr rps: please contact me on @shylarps via dms or asks, and all rps will be done on that blog.

for discord rps: please send your discord username to my askbox or dms, and i'll send you the server invite when it's ready.

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liannyeong · 3 months

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Polar opposites

Summary: Even amidst all the anger, he would never break the one he loves.

Word count: 1446

Pairing: Jaebeom X OC

Warning(s): Angst, minor violence

A/N: It's been a long time ~ I was clearing out my drafts when I stumbled upon this. This was written in 2018, and reading it again made me go "Oh? This doesn't seem like a bad writeup?" Heh.

Jaebum thought that their love would overcome all obstacles, just like in romance movies and novels where the couple would fight and then, make up afterwards. He thought they would live happily ever after as long as they are together. That their love could stand the test of time. That their love was such a strong force that anything was possible. But this was reality, not those made-up published fantasies of a romanticist's mind.

They were cosmic stars clashing which perfectly described their first encounter. They collided as she rushed for class while he skipped it. Papers scattered everywhere and profanities escaped his lips. She scrambled for her papers while he for his cigarettes. As soon as he collected his things, his fists were clenched and ready to land a punch on his victim's face, but she had already disappeared into the corridor. And that was the first time someone ever managed to escape the wrath of the famous delinquent, Im Jaebum.

He spent his days searching for the rude girl. In Jaebum's defense, she did not utter a word of apology for bumping into him and almost getting him in trouble. When he finally got her, she had been extremely clueless about him and that bumping incident. She blinked up at him with innocent and clueless eyes that Jaebum could not even argue anymore. Nevertheless, Jaebum found her as a new target, bullied her to no end. However, she never cared about his antics and ignored his existence. She never feared him as all the other students did. But that one time when Jaebum went too far and shoved her down the corridor, she had this flame in her eyes when she met his. For the first time, Jaebum felt scared for his own life. Nothing happened though, but she started to retaliate. She got on his nerves, but funnily enough, she always managed to get away with it.

Amidst all the animosity, there was a change of heart. It wasn't a gradual evolution of emotion. Rather, it was something that was sparked on a snap. Jaebum had wandered into the field to taunt her. But a baseball was flying towards him unbeknownst to him.

"Look out!" he had heard someone cried out before there was a whoosh sound right in front of him.

As if time stood still, he could see clearly how each strand of her hair fluttered in the wind, how her hand was outstretched right in front of his face, how the ball slammed onto her glove.

It was stupid, Jaebum thought, to feel his heart skip a beat at such incident. But it happened and Jaebum thought she caught his heart along with the ball.

Afterwards, Jaebum became a blushing fool whenever he saw her. He still disturbed her, but no longer as extreme as before. He didn't know how or when he actually mustered courage to confess but the next thing he knew, they were a couple.

Nevertheless, couple or not, they were still two very different individuals. He still preferred streetwear -- leather jackets and dyed hair -- while she preferred smart casual. She was the epitome of a successful woman: smartly dressed, with an aura of confidence. He was violent and aggressive while she was calm and collective. He was fire while she was water. His foul temper always ruined the surroundings but never her. He ruined, she fixed. He was destructive, she was constructive. He explodes, she implodes.

Because of their contrasting personalities, their love was like hot coal. It was scalding to be held, but it spread warmth to the hearts.

Nobody understood why they were together in the first place. Their closest friends always had to deal with them barging into their place with tear-stained faces or fury. None of them understood how they manage to get married and settled down together despite the endless arguments. They were not the happiest couple. They never were. Never had anyone see them smile to each other. No one understood their love.

Except them.

"We'll be fine. We'll always be," her words rang in his ears. He scoffed. Who was she to say that? Indeed, he loved her so much. But she was not him. She could not understand the pain inside. He curled himself up on his bed, letting himself be consumed by sadness and guilt. He screwed up big this time. He had it all, but his pride just had to ruin it. Tears dripped onto the bed sheets that her scent still lingered on.

His endearment for her was too overwhelming. A month had past since the incident occurred and he missed her so bad. Jaebum hoped, every second, that she would show up on the doorstep of the apartment (he no longer called it home) with her bags. But time past by and she did not come. He laughed at the wee hours of every night. He thought to himself. He deserved it. He was a jerk who ruined everything and was a screwed up person himself. He got himself drunk with the little remnants of her in the house, in his mind. He played their memories over and over - her sloppy kisses in the morning and night, her sweet voice that was his favourite song, her soft touches on his skin. Every single little detail of her was etched deeply into his memory and onto his skin.

Every night, he roamed around the streets alone. As he drowned himself in the memories, he always ended up in the neighbourhood of his in-laws. He stood at the pavement, staring at the 9th floor of the building, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman he loved. He stood for god knows how long, not tearing his eyes away from the windows. But she never looked out of the window.

It became a habit for him to come around everyday. He was too much of a coward to knock on the door. He was too afraid to face her. He knew he was in the wrong, but he never knew why he was not brave enough to face her. He wanted her back so bad, but his body just would not move a step closer to her. She was there: she was within reach, but he just could not take the step. He missed how her silky hair would easily let his fingers card through. He missed how his hands were so much bigger than her face. He missed how perfectly fitted she was in his embrace.

Then he saw her.

He could easily identify her even if she was drowned in the crowd, even in the darkest of the night. She wore the hoodie he recognized so well: her favourite (and his too), a present from him. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of the hoodie and she strolled down the streets, her back facing him. She was all alone, and very easily he could have approached her. But he did not. He followed as she entered the convenience store. She smiled at the cashier as she paid and he died a little inside. He yearned for that blinding smile to be directed at him again. He yearned to see the skin around her eyes to crinkle and her lids to be turned to crescents upclose again. He yearned for her so much. But he could do nothing, only to love her from afar.

The famous Im Jaebum, who never fled from a fight, was in fact, a coward.

So Jaebum came home, all drunken in his own misery and agony. What started as soft sobs escalated into fury. He threw a fit. He smashed the vases, the glass furnitures. He broke all the photos they smiled happily in. He punched holes into the walls. His skin tore and his blood dripped onto the hardwood floor. His head hung low and he rested his palm against the wall for balance, before he leaned his back against the wall. He let himself slid down in agony as he cried. He did not know what was more painful: his torn skin and dripped blood or her absence. Perhaps it was both.

Or perhaps it was the wrath he incurred himself for being destructive.

Everybody knew how bad his temper was. Him throwing a fit would mean the destruction of the world. He would break everything and anything he saw.

Even amidst all the anger, he would never break the one he loves.

The only one who braved the flames of fury was the one he vowed he would never hurt.

But he broke it.

So she left and he knew he deserved it.

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daemour · 10 months

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Welcome to the official post of the 2023 Ghib li collab! This year is much smaller but no fear! All the stories are just as good. :)

And without further ado, here is the masterlist ^^

@flurrys-creativity

-Title: Above the clouds

-Genre: Romance, S2L

-Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Reader

-Fandom: Seventeen

-Movie: The wind rises

-Warnings: tbd but definitely including an earthquake

Summary: Ever since he was a little boy Seungkwan loved the sky. After being encouraged by his late teacher, he moves to the big city hoping to become a pilot one day. Though after getting hurt during an earthquake when he saved you his dream vanishes into thin air. Ready to give up and move back home, Seungkwan didn't expect to meet you again - and he didn't expect for you to be the reason he didn't give up on his dream.

@tamburins

-Title: TBA

-Genre: romance, forest fantasy au, werewolf au (kinda), mid smut

-Pairing: jaebeom x reader

-Fandom: Got7

-Movie: Princess Mononoke

-Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of gunshots, animal hunting, sexual themes

-Summary: After much consideration, Jaebeom decides he is ready to welcome you into his den.

@daesukiii

-Title: Flower blossoms and Spilt Coffee

-Genre: fluff, one sided e2l, light angst

-Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

-Fandom: Stray Kids

-Movie: Kiki's Delivery Service

-Warnings: none

-Summary: A witch has moved into town, and you don't know how to feel about it. He's exceedingly nice, but he's opened a plant store and sells all manner of them, even flowers. Your own little flower shop will soon go out of business, especially since he's somehow situated right across from you.

@sanjoongie

- Title: Love will find you when you're not looking

- Genre: romance, angst, smut, love triangle

- Pairing: San x Nari (OC) x Seonghwa

- Fandom: Ateez

- Movie: My Neighbor Totoro

- Warnings: mentions of illness, heartbreak, cheating!

- Summary: moving into the countryside had two purposes: one, to put Seonghwa in a state-of-the-art facility to see if there's a chance he might survive this illness, and two, so that you could enjoy your life while being without Seonghwa. What you never pegged was how magical the forest was surrounding your new home and finding comfort within it.

@ani-untitled

-Title: Very (Very) Far From Home

-Genre: romance, fake dating, angst, drama, fantasy

--Pairing: Chenle x Lucy (OC), Chenle x Jisung (platonic)

-Fandom: NCT

-Movie: Howl's Moving Castle

-Warnings: none

-Summary: When an unfortunate encounter transports Lucy to a foreign country, she discovers that she has suddenly been embued with magic that she has absolutely no control over. Searching for a way to rid herself of her new powers, Lucy finds herself at the mercy of a mischievous and wealthy noble by the name of Zhong Chenle and his talented yet clumsy wizard friend Park Jisung. In return for their assistance in getting rid of her powers AND getting back home, Chenle approaches her with a question...

"Lucy Marshall, would you go out with me?"

#ghiblicollab23 #flurrys creativity #sanjoongie #tamburins #ani-untitled #daesukiii

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kwanisms · 1 year

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Hiraeth

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summary: Moon Byeoli lives in Busan with her best friend Jamie Park and works at the aquarium. Their next door neighbor is Park Sungjin. Growing up, Byeoli has never really believed in the supernatural always finding a logical explanation for things that go bump in the night. Her life is about to be thrown out of control when new neighbors move in across the hall. What will happen when Byeoli befriends them and learns they aren’t exactly… human.

ch 35 - 16 missed calls

wc: 2.7k

pairing: sungjin x oc x hyunjin

warnings: mentions of cops (i felt it was necessary to add this warning. There aren’t cops, just two nameless characters suspicious of cops. rightfully so), Jamie worrying and Mark comforting, some closure of sorts with Jaebeom (he’s been such a minor character but at the start of the story he was totally still in love with Byeoli), and i think that’s all?? Let me know if i missed anything.

updates every weekday @ 7PM CST

a/n: times and dates DO NOT matter!!

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“Are you sure they came to Haeundae?” Yeonjun asked, peering over Jamie’s seat as she sent yet another text to Byeoli’s phone. She nodded, eyes not leaving the screen. “Minho said they were at the beach,” she answered. Sungjin glanced in the rear view mirror, catching Soobin’s gaze. He could tell by that simple look they shared that they were thinking the same thing. Minho had said the beach, he hadn’t said which beach.

Unfortunately, Yeonjun had the same thought and spoke up.

“Did he specifically say they were at Haeundae?” He asked, causing Jamie’s eyes to snap up, looking forward out the windshield before her head slowly turned to look at Sungjin. He glanced over and could see the panic in her eyes. “Oh my god,” she whispered. Sungjin shook his head in response.

“Don’t do that,” he interjected. “Don’t start over thinking. “I’m sure he meant Haeundae,” he added. Jamie shook her head this time. “What if he did this on purpose?” She hissed. Soobin leaned forward, poking his head between the two. “What do you mean ‘did this on purpose?’” He asked, brows furrowed as he looked at Jamie questioningly. Sungjin shook his head. “We can’t really talk about it,” he started, turning into the parking lot.

“But it’s not important right now. What’s important is finding Byeoli,” he continued as he pulled into a parking space and cut the engine. Moments later, Mark pulled into the space beside him, parking and turning off his car. Jamie and Sungjin opened their doors as Soobin and Yeonjun hopped out, joining Mark and Jaebeom on the sidewalk in front of the cars.

The beach was littered with the occasional person but mostly it was empty.

The moon was high in the sky at this point, its reflection dancing on the surface of the glossy black water, a few stars dotted the sky, twinkling down at them from far beyond. Jamie turned to look away from the waves crashing softly along the shoreline to look at Sungjin. “We should split up,” she said, glancing around at the others who came to help find her best friend. Sungjin nodded in agreement.

“We should. You go with Mark, search the boardwalk,” he said nodding down the way. “Jaebeom and I will head towards the rocks and ask anyone we come across,” he added before turning to look at Soobin and Yeonjun.

“You two search the shoreline in case anything washes up,” he continued. Both nodded to show they understood and immediately stalked off across the sand. Mark took Jamie’s hand and pulled her away from the cars to lead her down the boardwalk. Sungjin turned to Jaebeom and nodded behind him, in the direction of the rocky shoreline he’d followed Hyunjin to the day he discovered the younger man’s secret.

Sungjin turned to look at the younger man, gauging his expression. He wondered whether or not he should tell Jaebeom what his neighbors were. They were dangerous as far as Sungjin was concerned. Especially Hyunjin and Changbin, now that he knew exactly what they were.

It had been a few days after telling Jamie what he’d seen that Sungjin remembered the whole event at the beach. He blamed his momentary lapse in memory entirely on Minho. He didn’t know what the man was, but whatever he was had the ability to alter his memories.

Upon remembering, Sungjin started to do his research. He found pages upon pages on the internet about mermaids but not as much information about mermen. He also came across the word siren multiple times but when looking further into it, he only found stories about beautiful women who lured sailors to their deaths.

Hyunjin was not a beautiful woman and Byeoli was definitely not a sailor.

And it’s not as if he owed any loyalty to his neighbors. His loyalties were with Byeoli and Jamie and anyone else human, Jaebeom included. He should tell them. He should be warning them and anyone else that lives in the area. He should be shouting it from the rooftops that the tenants in 4-C weren’t human.

But then why did it feel so wrong? Outing his neighbors like that? He would essentially be condemning them to a manhunt, possibly even death. He might even be signing his own death warrant and perhaps anyone else he told. How far would they be willing to go to protect their secret? Would they kill everyone in the whole building? The whole neighborhood? And what if people came asking questions? Would they kill them, too?

How many people would have to die for this to stay silent?

Coming back to his senses and knowing Jaebeom was still waiting for an answer, Sungjin shook his head. “No,” he finally said, continuing to walk towards the rocks. “It’s better if you don’t know,” he added.

Jaebeom’s brow furrowed and he closed the distance between him and his upstairs neighbor, grabbing his arm a little more harshly than he intended. He pulled Sungjin to a stop, turning the older man around to face him. “If Byeoli’s in danger, I’d prefer if you tell me why and what’s going on,” he replied.

Sungjin’s eyes narrowed slightly, scrutinizing Jaebeom’s expression. “Why?” He asked. “Because you’re still in love with her? Are you holding out hope that she’ll come crawling back to you if you come to her rescue?” He asked, not intending to sound so cruel, but he couldn’t help it, knowing what he knew about Jaebeom and Byeoli’s relationship.

Jaebeom’s expression shifted and he suddenly looked solemn. He shook his head. “No,” he finally said, voice a little hoarse. “I’m not ‘holding out hope’. I know she’s moved on. I’m working on that, too.” Although Sungjin wasn’t entirely convinced, the tone in Jaebeom’s voice was undeniably sincere.

“Even though I’m not in love with her, I still care about her, Sungjin,” Jaebeom continued, releasing his grip on Sungjin’s arm and taking a step back. “So if she’s in danger, I’d prefer to know how,” he added. The irrational side of Sungjin told him to tell Jaebeom. To tell him exactly what they were up against.

The rational side of him knew if he said anything, Jaebeom would be in danger and he couldn’t reasonably subject him and possibly Mark and Jackson to that. If not for their own sakes, for Jamie’s sake. He wouldn’t put anyone in unnecessary danger if he could avoid it. He shook his head one last time.

“I think it’s just the unease of not knowing where she is,” he replied, giving Jaebeom an uneasy smile. “You know how Jamie gets when she doesn’t know where Byeoli is,” he added. “Makes her nervous and when Jamie’s nervous…” he trailed off, hoping his lie would sound convincing enough.

Jaebeom nodded, seemingly understanding what Sungjin was saying. “We’re all nervous,” Jaebeom replied, finishing Sungjin’s sentence. “Alright,” he continued, pulling out his phone and turning on the flashlight.

“Let’s get looking.”

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On the boardwalk, Jamie and Mark had stopped almost everyone they came across, showing a picture of Byeoli, even one of Hyunjin but they were met with the same answers.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen either.” “No, sorry.” “Huh? Oh, no. Sorry.”

Jamie was reaching the end of her patience and if it hadn’t been for Mark, she would have lost her shit already.

“Babe,” he said, gently grabbing her arm and pulling her into him. “You need to calm down,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around her and holding her against his body, allowing her a moment to decompress. He knew if she didn’t take it easy, she would start overthinking and if she started overthinking, she would become panicked.

When Jamie didn’t know where Byeoli was, it made her go off the wall. He knew that both Jamie and Sungjin had a habit of being protective of their friend and he knew the reason was because of his own friend’s faults and mistakes. He didn’t deny that Jaebeom did a number on Byeoli’s heart and mind, in fact, he’d been one of the firsts to reprimand his friend for the mistreatment of his girlfriend’s best friend.

He did, however, believe that Jamie and Sungjin took the protective friend roles a little too seriously. They tended to treat Byeoli as if she was incapable of protecting herself but Mark knew better. He’d seen Byeoli demonstrate her martial art skills more than once and he knew that if she needed to, she could protect herself.

He knew she was the fight and then flight kind of person whereas Jamie was just a fight kind of person.

“We’re never going to find her,” he heard Jamie say, her voice muffled by his jacket. Mark let out a short chuckle. Jamie was a caring and loving person, but she was also dramatic at times and he knew this all too well.

“Shh,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “We’re going to find her,” he continued, giving her a comforting squeeze. “I’m sure she and Hyunjin are perfectly safe,” he added, pulling back to look down at Jamie. She looked up at him, a grumpy pout on her face. “Why do you always know what to say?” She asked.

Mark smiled, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Because I’m smart, charming, and dashingly handsome?” He asked, making Jamie roll her eyes and try to pull away. “No, you’re annoying,” she groaned but caved easily when Mark pulled her back to him. “But you love me,” he retorted with a smile. She weakly thumped him on the chest with the heel of her hand. “That’s debatable,” she answered.

“Yah!” Mark said as Jamie pulled away from him and started across the sand. “There’s a marina over here!” She called over her shoulder. “We should check there!” Mark shook his head before following his girlfriend’s footsteps across the sand towards a small building, floating on the water and attached to a dock.

He jogged a bit to catch up to Jamie, stepping onto the wood of the dock and following her as she led the way to the door.

He’d seen this marina plenty of times, living near Haeundae, but he’d never been to it before.

It wasn’t a great big marina, definitely family owned but still large enough to house plenty of boats. The main focus of the marina was the restaurant, Bayside Marina & Restaurant. The walkway across the water started back halfway up the beach, extending over a good expanse of ocean before it opened up.

To the left was the walkway to the main entrance of the restaurant as well as the outdoor seating. Mark had never been inside the restaurant before. The bottom part of the building was lined with large glass windows, allowing them a glimpse inside where plenty of couples and families were currently dining at white cloth covered tables.

Jamie pulled open the door and stepped inside, Mark following her and thankful for a reprieve from the chilly ocean wind outside.

Inside, standing behind a host stand was a short, young girl with a polite smile. “How many?” She asked, reaching for a stack of menus. Jamie shook her head, pulling her phone out.

“We’re not dining. We’re actually looking for two people,” she explained, unlocking her screen and turning the device to show the hostess. “Have you seen either of these two?” She asked. The hostess looked at the screen before looking up at Jamie and Mark. “Are you two like… cops?” She asked, sounding slightly uneasy.

Jamie shook her head. “No, this is my best friend and her boyfriend. We haven’t been able to get ahold of them for several hours and we just want to know if anyone has seen them recently,” she explained to the young girl.

Upon hearing this, the uneasy look on the hostess’ face drop, her polite smile back. She shook her head. “No, i haven’t seen them. I’m the only hostess on the schedule today but maybe the girl at the boat rental counter has seen them? You could check back there,” she said sweetly.

Jamie thanked her and Mark nodded toward the hostess. “Thank you,” he mimicked Jamie, backing up. The hostess smiled in response. “I hope you find your friends!” She called out, sounding hopeful as Mark stepped out of the door Jamie held open.

Following the young girl’s advice, they walked back towards the walkway towards the beach but continued forward, walking around the corner of the restaurant.

On this side, a small building stood beside the restaurant. It was blue in contrast to the white of the restaurant. A large open window took up most of the front of the building. Behind, inside the building, another young girl sat at the counter, reading a book as they approached.

She looked up, marking her place in her book. “How can I help you?” She asked. She wasn’t as friendly as the hostess in the restaurant but still pleasant enough to speak to.

Jamie showed her the picture of Byeoli and Hyunjin on her phone. “We’re looking for these two people.”

Rather than looking at the screen, the girl looked up at Jamie before her eyes traveled to Mark beside her.

“You two cops or something?” She asked, looking over them suspiciously. Mark shook his head. ‘What is it with these two girls and cops?’ he wondered.

“No, just two people looking for their friends,” he confirmed. “We haven’t heard from them in several hours and we just want to make sure they’re okay,” Jamie added. The girl nodded silently, shifting in her seat and finally looked down at the phone.

A look of recognition passed over her features. “Oh yeah,” she said, nodding. “I saw them a few hours ago,” she added. Jamie looked positively ecstatic. “You did??” She almost shouted. The girl nodded. “Yeah. The guy,” she said pointing to Hyunjin on the screen. “He came by and asked about boat rentals. I told him our rates and showed him the boats. He said he’d be back and he did come back,” she said, nodding.

“He came back with her,” she continued, pointing at Byeoli. “They were really cute actually,” she added. “Holding hands, kissing when they thought no one was looking.” Jamie felt her heart tug at the girl's words. Despite knowing that Hyunjin wasn’t human, she couldn’t deny that she knew how he felt about Byeoli and even more despite Sungjin’s thoughts, it was genuine. That much she knew, but that didn’t stop her from worrying.

“He rented a smaller boat. Just a little motorboat. They left a couple hours ago,” the girl continued, drawing Jamie’s attention back to her. “And they haven’t come back?” Jamie asked, fearing the girl’s answer.

Mark watched Jamie’s expression fall as the girl shook her head. “No, not yet,” she replied.

Mark smiled at the girl, taking Jamie’s hand and gently pulling her away from the counter. “Thank you for your help,” he said to the girl who nodded in affirmation. “I hope you find your friends,” she added as they walked away, stopping at the railing to look at the water below.

“Why did he rent a boat?” Jamie asked, not looking up. Mark leaned against the railing next to her. “I don’t know Jams,” he said, using her favorite nickname, hoping it might help put her at ease. “But this is good, right? We know they were here, we know Hyunjin rented a boat and Byeoli was with him and he didn’t come back alone,” he explained. Jamie shook her head.

“I know, but where are they? Where did they go?” She asked, looking up at him. He could see the concern on her face and tears forming in her eyes. “Hey, hey,” Mark said, standing up straight and grabbing her jacket, pulling her into his arms. “Don’t start that,” he murmured, lips pressed against her hair. “If you start crying and then they come back perfectly fine, you’re going to be mad at yourself,” he said softly. Jamie knew he was right.

“And if they don’t come back perfectly fine?” She asked, pulling back to look up at her boyfriend. He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “We’ll worry about that when we come to it,” he replied.

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#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids social media au #stray kids smau #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin social media au #hyunjin angst #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x oc #series: hiraeth

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years

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https://www.wattpad.com/story/320021219-daydreaming-jackson-wang-x-oc-x-lim-jaebeom-got7

#got7 #ambw #jackson wang #jaebeom

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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The Collector

(Just for fun 😀 Word count 161)

Jay Park

Management and staff groan inwardly, he posted what?

'Officially collecting bras all over the world, Jay Park aka Mr Won Soju aka The Bra collector.

#newsuperheroname.'

Repercussions! Time to get out the battle gear!

Fuck!

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Word spread like wildfire, the fans squealed and giggled, the haters and trolls began their March.

Environmental groups demanded, "Do you donate these bras? Or do you throw them in the trash?!".

Women's rights groups are up in arms, "sexist" "chauvinist".

Other Women's groups support the bra throwing craze sweeping the globe.

"He has sexualized himself therefore women are in their rights to throw their lingerie if they so wish!".

Groups of Mothers were not impressed with their daughters wasting their money in such a way.

"Perv" "creep" these words were tossed around like yesterday's salad.

Protesters swarm AOMG, marching and chanting.

Total chaos ensues.

Jay Park monitors the mayhem.

"What the fuck! Why are they on my case? I'm just the collector".

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kiestrokes · 7 months

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✨WIP Game✨

Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. Let people send you an ask with any title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

Tagged by the lovely @seokjinger-ale I am also a slow writer, thanks to the chaos that is my life currently. So uhhh, don't judge the pile too hard. I had emptied out most of my wips, but my personal chaos demon @minttangerines filled it right back up 😘

Geonbae Pt. 2 NSFW part of the Dirty Little Secrets au fuckboy!Park Jimin

Say My Name NSFW fratboy!Song Mingi

Netflix & Kill NSFW croptop!Choi San

Halazia NSFW Bouncy MV au brothers biker bestie!Park Seonghwa x OC!Kang Yeosol

double take NSFW idol!Choi Minho

Rock with you NSFW bf!Choi Seungcheol

muse NSFW reworking idol tbd

MUSCLE MEMORY NSFW fwb!reader x boxer!Jeon Jungkook ft. boxer!Seo Changbin

pink skies SFW boyfriend!Song Mingi x reader x ex!Park Jimin

Blue Summer SFW OT8!ATEEZ

Baby, I'm a shadow of you NSFW ex!Jeon Jungkook & ex BF's bestie! Kim Mingyu

no one like me tbd ace rockstar!Kim Hongjoong

Cyberpunk NSFW bodyguard!Song Mingi

Ditto Pt.2 SFW Kim Seokjin

Domestic Idol NSFW escort service x idol au, there are two wips in this series so far: Son Hyunwoo Bang Chan (RIP my drift partner @chans-room)

Life Finds a Way SFW Jurassic Park crack fic with hybrid Jeon Jungkook OT7!BTS

nostalgia NSFW Lim Jaebeom

Residual Adoration SFW memxmem: Seo Changbin x Hwang Hyunjin

Accismus NSFW modern royalty, arrange marriage au Kang Yeosang

Fear NSFW Bang Chan

Paradigm tbd carnival au OT8!ATEEZ x OT8!SKZ

Sanguine NSFW little red riding hood au alpha!Yuta Nakamoto x beta!Mark Lee x red!OC

Bisexual!WooSan NSFW bi bestie!Jung Wooyoung x Reader x neighbor!Choi San

Untitled Halloween MinChan NSFW boyfriend!Bang Chan x Reader x dom!Lee Minho

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jadededge · 1 year

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Tear You Apart | GOT7xOC

Pairing: GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

"It's just up the block here." Jaebeom said walking with Yugyeom trailing just behind.

On this particular morning, the leader and the youngest were on their way to confront a member of the organization about stealing. They'd probably leave with a finger or two. Make sure he got the message.

A slight breeze blows and Yugyeom stops. Jaebeom turns and looks at him, "what's wrong?"

"Don't you smell that." He sniffs the air. "Fuuck. It smells so good."

Jaebeom raises a brow wondering what the hell YG was talking about but then he smells it too. Jesus. He thought. Funny coming from him but that's how good it smelled. "Yeah I do. Who is that?"

The other mission abandoned, they scan the street for the source. As they look across the way, they spot you walking. It had to be her. They speed to the other side of the road and stalk behind her.

The good thing about being a hybrid is how well you can blend in. Not only were they human in many aspects but they were predators as well. Able to conceal their true selves and built to hunt. She never even noticed them.

They follow her the rest of the afternoon and finally call it a day but not before they get one of their guys to continue following her and report back.

"We've got to try to do this differently. If she gets scared, she'll run." Jaebeom explains to Yugyeom in the car on the way home. "It'll be so much better if she's willing. No compulsion. No holding her captive. None of that."

"Just a little light stalking." Yugyeom quibs with a small laugh but ultimately agrees, "you're right hyung but I want her so bad. What if she says no?" His eyes go dark.

Jaebeom sighs, "then we let her go." His hands tighten on the wheel, knuckles white. Can we do that, Can I do that? He knew that they needed to be better.

Every potential new mate for them ended up broken because it was all just too much. The manipulations, the compulsions, the constant attention. In the end, it broke them all, whether mentally or physically. And they were lonely. Fooling around with someone to satisfy their needs was nothing. Yes, it satiated the hunger, the thirst but only temporarily. They knew they needed to find the one.

As if reading his mind Yugyeom comforts Jaebeom, "but I think this is it. She's just too perfect not to be."

Once home with their brothers, they explain to them what they smelled. What they saw.

"When can we meet her?" Jackson asks excitedly.

"We don't even know her name yet." Jaebeom rolls his eyes. "Think we need to get the basics first."

#kpop fanfic #got7 fanfic #got7 fanfiction #got7 smut #smut #jaebeom fanfiction #jaebeom smut #yugyeom smut #yugyeom fanfic #jackson fanfic #jinyoung fanfic #mark tuan fanfic #youngjae fanfic #bambam fanfic #slight yandere #kpop smut

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rphunter · 28 days

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hello there! female over 21 here looking for some kpop ships for long term oc x oc plots on discord. looking for a literate and active partner open to plot stuff out to make it last, over 21 that's okay with nsfw content. i'd like someone i have good chemistry with and we click, so we're both having a lot of fun.

i'm looking to play fcs such as gidle miyeon, twice jihyo, sana or mina, aespa karina, blackpink jennie, jeon somi, dreamcatcher jiu, aoa seolhyun, kwon eunbi, miss a suzy, among others.

i'd like to plat against: astro eunwoo, got7 jaebeom, bts jungkook, yoongi or taehyung, exo sehun or chanyeol, nct jaehyun, sf9 rowoon, monsta x shownu, kard jseph, seventeen mingyu, shinee minho. but open to others.

for plots i have a few ideas, but i would like to brainstorm with my partners so we're both happy with it.

you can interact with this post and i'll dm you.

#rpf roleplay #rpf rp #spicy

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hobeemin · 3 years

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Eros et Psyche - Part 1: Agape

💘 Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Adventure, Drama, s2l, Greek God myth AU

💘 Pairing: Im Jaebeom x (f) OC

💘 Rating: 18+

💘 Warning(s): swearing, intense pining, alcohol, smoking, jealousy, misogyny, Greek gods being Greek gods, mistaken identities

💘 Word Count: 5.1k

💘 Credits: Beta read by the marvelous @yoongsgguktae 💜 ily sis thank you

💘 Summary: A modern take on the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche.

💘 A/N: Part of The Intimacy Anthology Project hosted by @peonybane found here

This is my retelling of this particular myth, changes have been made to make it more modern (as you will see with the rest of the fic) Enjoy :)

< 💘 >

The vase smashed against the wall, shards flying in countless directions. A door creaked opened hesitantly as a head poked through with caution.

“Mother?”

She already had her back to him, fumbling with a pack of Virginia Slims. Ignoring him for a moment, she lit the skinny cigarette and inhaled a long drag, blowing out a swirl of wispy smoke. Her eyes cut to him as if allowing him to enter.

The young man entered, pushing his dark locks back off his face. His eyes cut to the remains of the vase on the floor.

“That was your favorite vase.”

She grunted in response, wrapping her robe tighter around her body. He glanced at the woman who’d brought him into this world. Petite at five foot five inches, but that didn’t stop her from being a force to reckon with.

Krystal established herself as a model long ago, being practically worshipped by the public. Having to hide her true nature, she settled for features opposite her own: long, dark tresses reaching her lower back, sun-kissed skin free of blemishes.

Sporting a baby pink silk robe, she carried herself over to the chaise lounge and draped herself over it.

“Jaebeom, be a dear and bring your mother a martini, dirty...extra olives.”

He sighed, walking over to the vast corner bar at the edge of the penthouse. Windows from floor to ceiling, it overlooked the beautiful view of the city. Always the best, his mother said.

Krystal watched her son in anticipation. One would think they were siblings with how young she looked, but it was better this way; fewer questions from the press. He took nicely after her and not his father, opting for black hair almost shoulder-length, almond-shaped eyes that always seemed to hold a secret, standing at five foot ten inches, the muscles were attributed to Ares—not that she’d admit it.

Today he wore an Allsaints leather jacket, gray hoodie, and ripped black jeans. Aviators propped on top of his head finished the casual look. He always seemed so put together.

But in reality, he was a bundle of nerves. Being the child of the Goddess of Love and God of War was exhausting. Two volatile beings always on edge. And being the God of Desire just added to that stress. He would have preferred working with his dad, and yet here he was, spreading his...influence over others while they found happiness and love. But where was he? Forever to be alone, serving martinis to his mother and doing her bidding, usually getting his hands dirty.

Jaebeom mixed the alcohol and dry vermouth in the shaker diligently before pouring the mix into a martini glass. Adding a few olives for good measure, he delivered it to his mother with care.

She sat up against the pillows and took a generous sip. Sighing, her eyes closed. Jaebeom sat back on the opposite end watching her.

Regaining some calmness, she opened her eyes with a smile. “My little boy makes the best drinks.”

Jaebeom held back an eye roll. Of course, he did, she trained him on how to make drinks since he was a child. “What’s with the dramatic flair? Why are you so stressed out?”

She pouted, setting her glass down. “What? I can’t spend time with my Jiffy Poo?”

Jaebeom cringed at the nickname looking away. He messed with the tassels on the pillows. He could tell she was evading the response. He reached over and held her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Mom?”

Her mood changed and she snatched her hand away with a growl. Cigarette between her lips and the martini glass in one hand, she paced across the plush white carpet.

“Can you believe it?! I’m old news?! Me?! ‘The beauty of the century’, ‘timeless face’, ‘a rarity’. They said...I’m old news!”

Jaebeom’s mouth opened like a fish, no words forming. She hissed pointing to a stack of magazines on the glass coffee table. “Go have a look!”

He went over to the pile, sitting down on the couch, and picked up the copy of Italian Vogue. The cover, usually displayed with his mother, was replaced with another woman. She gave off a youthful and fresh vibe. The secret smirk across her face added to the glint in her eyes. Her skin a beautiful shade of golden honey, and hazel eyes sparkling under the sun. A determination he was sure his mother had lost over the years.

Not that he would admit that out loud.

He picked up the Vogue, the same woman. Then Elle...Harper’s Bazaar, Marie Claire, Vanity Fair, Allure, Neon—the very same woman graced all the covers.

“The-”

“The new Aphrodite! That’s what they’re calling that...that hussy!!” She screamed, tugging at her hair.

Jaebeom’s lips pressed together. “Who is she?”

She scoffed with a hiss. “Does it matter? I’m going to destroy her after all.” She gave her son a dubious look and rolled her eyes. “Fine. If you must know, her name is Psyche. Most likely a stage name. Either way, she’s going to wish she wasn’t born.”

Jaebeom set the magazines back down, clasping his hands behind his back. “What do you plan to do?”

She chuckled just as a few barks cut the air. Jaebeom groaned as two white Pomeranians bounced into the room yapping at the heels of his mother. She cooed, dropping to her knees holding out her glass for Jaebeom to take.

“My whittle babies. Were you missing mummy while you went nappy nap?” She purred scratching behind their ears. Tails wagging, they jumped onto her lap trying to lick her face.

She squished their faces, looking at Jaebeom. “Phobos and Deimos, say hello to your big brother. He’s gonna get rid of the mean old witchy for mummy.”

He placed the glass on the bar counter with a sigh. “You still haven’t said how you planned to do this.”

She reluctantly pulled away from her pets, walking over to fill their food bowls—the pebbles clinking against the golden dishes gently.

“Easy. I’m going to require your...expertise for this.” She leaned against the counter tapping the long stiletto shaped nails gently on the marble. “It’s quite simple. You’ll use your ‘persuasion’ to make her fall for the most vile creature.”

His brows raised disappearing under his fringe. “And how do you suppose I do that? Get her alone that is.”

“Hell if I know. You’re smart Jiffy Poo. You’ve never disappointed me yet,” she smiled reaching out to pinch his cheek, “and I don’t expect you to ever. Mummy knows best. Correct?” She removed her hand from his cheek walking back over her seat.

He rubbed the spot as his brows knit. What did he have to lose? His mother was the Goddess of Love after all. “Yeah, you know it all.”

But her jealousy made her into one of the worst people he’d ever come across. It was a wonder Zeus kept his distance.

“Of course I do darling,” she replied airily. Flipping her hair back she glanced in the mirror for a moment. “Now run along, you’ve got work to do. I’m going on a beauty renewal retreat with Athena...I mean Amber in Milan and I need to detox for the next few days,” she explained wincing at her reflection—though there was not a blemish or mark in sight. “I’ll be gone for two weeks and I expect the news about her to be scandalous.” She turned to her son with a frown. “Are we clear?”

“Yes, mother,” he said, slipping his glasses on and bidding her farewell.

^^^^

Psyche laid out on the pool chair, body angled perfectly for the camera. As the photographer clicked away, she’d move her head or hands switching positions. The teal and white bikini shaped her form well making her proportions longer.

“Beautiful! Beautiful! Tilt a little more...great! Stay like that babe. You’re killing me! Yes! Fucking hell you’re on fire!”

The assistant adjusted the reflector as the flashes went off. The creative director looked up from her screen with a grin. “We got the shots!”

A round of applause went off as everyone finished. Another assistant ran up to Psyche and handed her a bottle of water and a towel to wipe the sheen from her face.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile, her eyes twinkling brightly.

The young man blubbered as the bottle almost slipped from his fingers. He shoved it in her hands and ran off. Psyche gave a small pout before taking a sip.

The photographer ran up to her giving her air kisses on each cheek. “My muse!! Lovely job. We must work together soon.”

She blushed with a giggle. “I can’t thank you enough. It was a pleasure working with you. I’ll see you soon!”

She waved walking back into her private dressing room. The façade melted off her face as she collapsed into her chair with a groan.

“I’m so over this.”

She raised her head, gazing at her reflection curiously. Is this what all the fuss was about? Her face? She ran her fingers across her cheeks delicately, being mindful of the cosmetics. It was just a face, and a face people fawned over her for. So much trouble it caused. Too much attention. She ran her hands through the brown and honey tinted coils with a frown, another pout forming. Looks that made men weep or rather run from….literally.

Feeling quite sad for herself, she got up from her seat and went to change out of the bikini.

Unbeknownst to her, Jaebeom had disguised himself as one of the production assistants from the photoshoot. Having easily found out the location of the photoshoot—thank Zeus for Twitter—it didn’t take much to slip inside for the Sports Illustrated shoot. He found his victim, sprinkling the sleeping powder over them, and hid them behind some bushes. Changing his appearance was easy as he walked towards the dressing room where she would be. Jaebeom tiptoed in looking around and saw her back to him.

This is gonna be easier than I thought.

He pulled a slim container out with darts...times had certainly changed. Arrows were a thing of the past and bulky too. Each color signified a different emotion– white: admiration; pink: puppy love; red: lust and/or sensuality; purple: deep unselfconscious love. He pushed the thoughts away. Once this was over he’d be off to go about his business...until his mother needed him again.

All he had to do was make her fall for a vile creature as he struck her with a dart and she’d be taken care of. But as he reached for a dart, removing the cap, a phone rang out making her head pop out from the changing room curtain. The sound made Jaebeom jump and one of his darts slipped and pricked his finger.

“Shit!”

Psyche ran out of the changing room holding her flip-flops in one hand. Her eyes opened in surprise to see him standing there. He froze as their eyes met.

“Oh. Hello.” She chuckled, going to sit in her chair. “Did they still need me? I thought I was done for the day.”

He let out a breath. She thinks I work here. The disguise works!

“Uh–” He gulped as a wave of euphoria washed over him. Oh, fuck! Shit! Shit! Oh my Zeus I want her!

Sitting there in just a simple white tank top and shorts made her beauty stand out even more. His heart fluttered hard in his chest.

Stuttering, he glanced around trying to think of an excuse. He had to get away from her. Not when his emotions were so high. The effects of the dart were getting harder to fight. Psyche’s lips turned downward in a frown.

“Is everything alright?” she asked with care. “Are you coming down with something? I know it was extremely hot outside today.”

Jaebeom wanted nothing more than to profess his undying love for her at that moment. To wipe the frown from her face and wrap her in his arms. As he stepped forward, a voice cut into the hair.

“Psyche! Your ride is here!”

She let out a tiny gasp and slipped on her sandals. Grabbing her bag, she walked past him, laying her hand on his arm with a gentle squeeze. “Hope you feel better.”

As she exited the door, the smell of her perfume lingered in the air. Ylang Ylang, jasmine, and rosewood invaded his nostrils. He closed his eyes grasping at the scent not wanting to forget it.

I need her. I want her. She has to be in my life...I-I shit no! What am I doing?! I’m fucked…I want to worship the ground she walks on!!

Jaebeom quickly disappeared, waking the sleeping assistant as he left the site without being detected.

^^^^

“Daughter!”

Psyche let out an audible groan. Barely a minute she’d entered the house and she was being summoned by her father. A maid came in to retrieve her bag as she walked into the main foyer. Her father was sitting in his favorite chair playing cards with her oldest sister. Her other sister sat crossed leg on the couch stuffing her face with chocolates.

Lovely. They were here too.

Plastering a strained smile, she walked towards her father and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Daddy, I thought you’d be in bed by now.”

“Nonsense! I wanted to make sure you arrived home safely.” He glanced at his eldest daughter with a nod. “Isn’t that right Jessica?”

She lifted her brow as she placed a card down on the table. “Quite,” she said, directing her gaze to Psyche. “How was your shoot, little sister?” She chuckled waiting for their father to make a move. “It would be pointless to ask though. You always do well.”

Psyche caught the slight edge in her voice but ignored it. Tonight, she wanted a peaceful interaction with her family that didn’t end in a screaming match...usually focused on her absence of a wedding ring.

Victoria sat up, wiping her fingers of smeared chocolate. “Oh, you won’t believe the news, Psy. I found the absolute perfect person for you.”

Here we go again.

“Victoria–” She began feeling the workings of a migraine form.

“Hear me out! He’s a close friend of my husband. Very wealthy, ivy league bred, and oh so handsome. He’s following in his father's footsteps to become a judge!” she gushed, bouncing on the couch, leaning over the back at Psyche.

The young woman bit down on her thumbnail. “I don’t know…”

“What have you got to lose? Time is dwindling down slowly,” Jessica edged, raising her brow.

She was baiting her. Psyche held back an insult as her father glanced at her with pleading eyes. “He’s a fair match for mi cielito. just consider it?”

She sighed with a reluctant nod. The subject wouldn’t be dropped and Psyche had no energy left to argue. “Alright. When am I meeting him?”

Her father beamed, setting his cards down with a flourish. “Tonight!”

Psyche sputtered looking around the room. “What? Tonight?!”

Victoria bounded off the couch, grabbing her hand. “Yes, we don’t have time. He’s arriving within the hour. Let’s get you dressed!”

Psyche’s jaw dropped in wordless surprise as she was dragged up the stairs to her room.

^^^^

Jaebeom paced across the hardwood floors muttering to himself. His mind was a jumbled mess. All he could think about was her. He groaned raking a hand through his hair as he looked out the window. All he could see was her. The part of his arm where she touched still felt warm. He shuddered remembering the smell of her perfume. It was intoxicating. He closed his eyes as he threw his head back. What he wouldn’t have given to be that close to her once more.

Jaebeom!”

His eyes snapped open with a start.

Jackson stood in the doorframe staring curiously at his friend. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets and leaned against the door casually. It seemed that there was a glow surrounding his body, well defined in the suit. The jacket undone, revealing a plain white shirt with ‘Gucci’ stamped across. Hair, a chestnut brown framed his face to show off his features. The God of the Sun was a man in all senses. Jackson was quite pleased with this new form.

He gave Jaebeom a strange expression. “You were moaning.”

Jaebeom's face reddened as he looked away. “I was?”

Jackson’s face cracked a grin that slowly turned into laughter. “Yes. I don’t even want to know what was going through your mind.”

Jaebeom let out a frustrated cry and slammed his fists onto the glass table. Resting his head there for a moment, he tried to gather his thoughts.

“I-I’m fucked Jackson,” he mumbled.

His friend’s lips turned down as he walked further in. He headed over to the cabinet and poured them each a drink. He closed the distance holding out the glass for him. “Take a sip, breathe, and tell me what’s going on.”

Jaebeom lifted his head and took the glass firmly into his hands. Taking tentative sips, he let the liquid wash over him. He gave Jackson a stare. “Ambrosia?”

Jackson winked. “Only the best.”

Jaebeom chuckled. “Ass kisser.”

Jackson laughed again, slapping a hand on his back. “Being the God of the Sun has its perks,” he replied nonchalantly.

Jaebeom muttered, “Bullshit. You’re one of his favorites.” He walked around the room with a grumble. “I’m like the bastard step child.”

“Welp you did screw him over one too many times with all those women,” Jackson teased.

Jaebeom swallowed the remainder of his ambrosia and grimaced. “He shouldn’t have fucked over my mom.”

“And there it is folks, Jaebeom’s is a mama’s boy!” Jackson yelled into the office.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “I am not,” he stuttered, looking down at the floor. “We just understand each other.”

“Sure,” Jackson replied, rolling his eyes. He cut a glance at his watch. “You’re stalling Jaebeom. You never stall. What’s going on?” He tapped his foot impatiently. “I have dinner plans with my wife.”

Jaebeom’s eyes watered as a cry threatened to spill out. He tugged at his hair feeling the effects of being too far from her.

“P-Psyche!”

Jackson frowned. “Who?”

“Psyche,” he repeated with a choke covering his face. “I-I was supposed to curse her for mother and I hit myself with one of my darts!” He pulled his hands down to glare at his friend. “I-I can’t live without her now.” He threw his hands in the air pacing around the couches. “Mother told me I had to take care of it before she gets back from her trip, but I can't let anything happen to her.” He gave Jackson a pleading look. “Help me!”

Jackson shook his head in disbelief. “Damn, you are fucked.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “What do you want me to do about it? This doesn’t seem like something I can help with.”

Jaebeom dropped to his knees with a wail. “Please! I don't know who else to ask.”

Shit.

Jackson spun around to look out the window surveying the skyline. He hated to see another friend in anguish. Hell, he was indebted to him. Had it not been for Jaebeom, he would have never met Daphne. He looked over his shoulder at his friend. The man looked positively undone. With a loud sigh, he walked over and bent down in front of him.

“I’ll do it.”

Jaebeom looked up with hopeful eyes. “R-Really?”

Jackson’s shoulders dropped with a groan. “I hate to see you like this.” Rubbing his eyes, he let out a sigh. “Alright, I’ll look into her life: family, likes, dislikes, etc. just be ready when I get back to you. I’ll call you later this week.”

He groaned staring at his watch. “Shit. Daphne is going to kill me!” He grabbed his keys off the table and ran for the door. “Lock up when you leave!”

Jaebeom let out a breath of relief and stared out the windows.

^^^

Psyche eyed the fork next to her plate. The urge to stab herself in her eye was overwhelming. Crap, anything to get her out of this dinner would suffice. After being practically treated like a Barbie doll, her sisters and father shoved her outside towards this man...if you would consider him one.

Oily would have been a better word to describe him. He couldn’t stop staring at her on their drive to the restaurant. Drowning on and on about his job.

“Of course I went to Harvard. Father would have had a heart attack if I went to Yale.”

Thankfully, the restaurant wasn’t far from her home and they were seated immediately after walking inside.

She took a long sip of her water and glanced over the menu. He’d been too busy looking in his reflection in one of the spoons to notice the server coming forward to greet them. Psyche chuckled nervously giving the server a look of apology.

“Nars?”

He fixed his hair in the spoon, making small kissing noises. Psyche frowned as her gaze hardened.

“Nars!” This time her tone was sharper.

He looked away begrudgingly. “Hmm? You were saying?”

She sighed, settling in her chair. “Our server is inquiring about drinks.”

He let out a huff of annoyance barely giving the poor man a glance. “Pellegrino with lemon. Lots of it.” He gave her a dazzling smile across the table. “I don’t put toxins into my body. Only clean living.”

His phone began to vibrate and held a finger up to answer the call.

Psyche gave another fake laugh. “That’s interesting.” As the server went to exit past her, she pulled on his coat tail. “Vodka and lime...double. Keep them coming.”

The server acknowledged her and walked off.

Nars ended his call and gave Psyche a wink. “Soooo, Victoria informed me you’re a model.”

Psyche nodded as their drinks came and she took a generous sip from her glass. She sighed happily. This was going to take all her patience...and liquor to get her through this trainwreck of a date.

“Yes, I model.”

Nars chuckled, drumming his hands on the table. “Must be nice to have a hobby.”

Psyche’s lips turned down staring at him. “I wouldn’t call it a hobby. It’s a job. A lifestyle. Though I sort of fell into it, I’ve learned to appreciate it.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” he nodded, not really listening. “Well, once you settle down, you won’t have to worry your pretty little self about it.”

Her cheeks burned as she shifted in her chair. Her shoe tapped against the leg of the table. The more she sat with him, the more she could see how bad this was going. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Nars sighed reaching over to squeeze her hand, Psyche recoiling from his touch. He ignored her expression and continued talking. “It’s simple. When we get married you won't need to work. I’ll take care of the finances and you’ll take care of the household.”

Psyche snorted as she yanked her hand away from his. “I don’t know what world you’re living in, but I can assure you, we won’t be getting married.”

Nars froze giving her an odd look. Flustered, he tried to recover. “How can you say that, Psyche? Your father–”

“My father has nothing to do with anything,” her voice rising as she stood up. “But I know one thing, this disaster of a date is over and I’m leaving!”

She snatched her purse up and stormed out of the restaurant leaving Nars in a stupor. Everyone around the restaurant looked in surprise, whispering to each other.

In the divider next to Nar’s table, Jackson sat there with his wife. A bemused expression on his face. Daphne turned back in her chair to face him.

“Honey, what was that all about?”

Jackson chuckled while taking a sip of wine. “I haven’t the slightest clue.”

His eyes glinted in mischief. An idea already forming in his mind.

^^^

After that disastrous date—if you were to call it that—she went to walk around on the beach to clear her thoughts. Losing track of time, she barely had enough battery left to get a ride back home.

Psyche tipped the Uber driver and wished them a goodnight before walking into her home. The sun had already begun to rise. She glanced at her watch and winced. She’d been out all night.

She slipped off her heels placing them in her hand as she walked up to her room, making sure not to make a sound. A sigh of relief passed her lips as she walked by the living room. No one was there.

Good. Everyone should still be in bed.

She took the steps two at a time going to the end of the hall towards her room. Luckily, the rest of the doors were shut so no one would know she went by. Her posture relaxed as she pushed her door open to the darkened room. Just then, the lamp ner her dresser clicked on. She jumped in surprise to see her father sitting by the window.

“Hello, mi cielito.”

“Papi,” she cried, clutching her chest. “You scared me!” Psyche breathed for a moment collecting her thoughts. Confusion passed her face. “Wait. Why are you in my room?”

He crossed his arms over his chest staring at her in disappointment. “You know how long I stayed awake waiting for you to come home?” He grunted as he rose from his position. “I thought maybe you and Nars hit it off and were getting to know each other more and lost track of time. But to my surprise, he calls Victoria livid that you walked out on your date with him after hurling some insults.”

“Papi, I–”

“–I say ‘No mi cielito, she’s my angel’. But then you wouldn’t answer your phone.”

Psyche shook her head, “Listen, I went for a walk and lost track of time. I barely had enough battery to get back home. Seriously,” she babbled before her temper flared. “I did him a favor. He was the worst human being I’ve ever come across. I would rather do a photoshoot in the dead of winter than see Nars again!”

“That’s it!” Her father roared making her tremble. He stomped his foot, stalking towards her. “We tried this the easy way Psyche, but you’re breaking our hearts,” he growled. “You’re going to see a matchmaker. Tonight!”

“But–”

“I don’t want to hear it. We leave in the evening!” He pushed past, slamming the door behind her.

^^^

“So let me get this straight, I have to pretend to be a matchmaker that uses the stars to find her match?”

Jackson blinked at Daphne helping her with the costume. “When you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous.”

She adjusted the dress tying back the straps and gave him a bemused smirk. “Well honey, it does.” She walked over to the mirror to adjust her lipstick. “I mean why can’t Jaebeom just tell her how he feels? Why the whole song and dance?”

Jackson sighed out loud combing through his hair. “Dumpling, we talked about it. He can’t unless she comes willingly. Her heart has to be open to the possibility.”

Besides, he’s under the influence of his darts, that dumbass.

Daphne brushed her hair into a bun and shrugged. “Whatever you say, dear. I’ll help. Plus I’m tired of him moping around our house. I miss our privacy.”

Jackson chuckled reaching down to kiss her forehead gently. “Me too. We help Jaebeom, we get our place back.”

A knock came from the door making them part. Jackson smiled giving her a once-over. “Showtime. just remember what we discussed and it all will go according to the plan.”

Daphne pressed a quick kiss to his lips and ran from the back room into the main area. She looked impressed at how quickly Jackson was able to change their living room. It almost reminded her of those little psychic shops around the city.

She walked over to the door opening it with a smile. Psyche and her father stood in the doorway, one smiling with the other scowling.

Daphne gestured wide. “Come in! Come in! Please. I’ve been expecting you. Welcome!”

Psyche’s father pulled her inside as he looked around. “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.”

Daphne tsked, leading them to the couches. “Nonsense. I always have time for a match.” She replied, taking a seat. Psyche’s father nodded with a wide grin, taking a spot on the couch next to Psyche. Psyche crossed her legs staring hard across the coffee table. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Daphne smirked. “Very well. We shall go into the back room and I will give you guidance–”

“I would like to be present,” her father interjected.

Daphne frowned. “That’s not how it works sir.” She chuckled, grabbing the teapot and poured a cup of tea. “There are many ways to give her results so we shall see.” Daphne pushed the cup towards Psyche with a reassuring smile. “Drink, but don’t swallow the dregs of the leaves. This is how I will be able to see you are supposed to be matched with.”

Psyche muttered as she grabbed the cup. This was ridiculous. The only reason she even agreed to this was so her father would stop pressing her about marriage.

This probably won’t do anything. She won’t come up with a match.

Psyche sipped the tea, grimacing at the bitter notes. Swallowing it in three big gulps, she shoved the cup to Daphne and sat back on the couch.

Daphne took the cup and swirled the tea dregs, whispering to herself. She let out a cry, almost dropping the cup. Her eyes widened as she stared at Psyche.

“In a fortnight, you’ll meet your fate. Under the Rose moon in black garments, you’ll meet your true love...or suffer.”

Daphne instantly dropped against the couch. Psyche’s father ran over to her in attempt to wake her. “Señora? Señora, are you alright?”

Daphne’s eyelids fluttered as she looked from Psyche to her father. “Forgive me, I...I lost myself for a moment.”

“No, no! You opened my eyes. We will listen to your words, right mi cielito?” He glanced at his daughter.

Psyche remained still on the couch. Her mind is running wild. What on earth did that woman mean? This was crazy. Too crazy to even comprehend. She didn’t know why, but a sense of dread fell over her. This wouldn’t end well. And she was positive her father wouldn’t take this message seriously.

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