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blu-joons · 1 year

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When The Boys Tease You After Overhearing You Both ~ Got7 Reaction

Mark:

You looked in surprise as you noticed Jackson curled up fast asleep on the sofa of the studio as you entered just behind Mark after showing up late.

“He’s a bit tired,” Yugyeom explained to the two of you, “he said something about being disturbed quite a bit through the night.”

“How come?” Mark quizzed as he perched down on the arm of the sofa, “we weren’t disturbed by anything through the night.”

At Mark’s comment, Jackson began to stir, not quite as asleep as you thought he was. “That’s because you guys were the disturbance.”

Mark’s eyes widened as he looked to Jackson in disbelief, “I don’t quite know what disturbed you, but you can’t just blame us.”

“Who else would’ve been having sex last night?” Jackson openly asked, stunning the two of you and making you freeze as neither of you quite knew what to say in reply.

“Oh,” Mark mumbled as Jackson expectantly looked back at you both, folding his arms across his chest as he sat himself back up, letting go of a yawn as he did so too.

“I hope you’re happy,” he scolded, “I’m absolutely knackered.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

Jay B:

The smile on Jinyoung’s face was wide as you and Jaebeom finally walked downstairs, joining the boys in the living room of the house you were renting.

“Did you guys have a good night?” Jinyoung enquired, looking between the two of you. “Did you get up to anything fun last night?”

“We didn’t do too much,” Jaebeom replied as he sat down, “just watched a few things, had a nice relaxing evening for once in our lives.”

Jinyoung’s head nodded as he listened intently, “it sounds like you were very relaxed, although there’s one thing missing from that list.”

Both you and Jaebeom wore furrowed brows as Jinyoung hinted at the two of you. “What else did we do last night then?”

“You’re allowed to tell us you had sex,” Jinyoung assured the two of you, “I mean we all heard the two of you at it so it’s not exactly a secret between you and us anymore.”

“Y-you heard us?” You stuttered, looking between Jaebeom and Jinyoung. “You told me that there was no way that we would end up disturbing any of the boys last night.”

“He lied,” Jinyoung joked, “I bet secretly who knew exactly what he was doing.”

“I really had no idea.”

Jackson:

A groan came from Youngjae as you and Jackson finally appeared, intimidated by the stare that he looked at the two of you with, following you closely.

“Thanks for making me feel super single last night,” Youngjae told you both, “it’s been a while since I heard some of those noises from you.”

“What are you on about? Making you feel single?” Jackson enquired, his brows knitting together in confusion as to what was going on.

A snigger came from Youngjae as he studied Jackson’s expression, “do you have any idea how loud the two of you were last night?”

Jackson’s head shook innocently, but beside him, you stayed pretty still. “I think maybe we were a little bit louder than usual.”

“A little bit?” Youngjae gasped in surprise back across to you, “it almost felt as if the two of you were in the same room as me with how clear some of those noises I was hearing were.”

“That’s enough,” Jackson panicked, noticing how shy you were next to him. “We��re very sorry that we made you feel single, Youngjae, we promise that it won’t happen again.”

“Don’t mock me,” he laughed, “I’m being serious with you.”

“And we are with you.”

Jinyoung:

You looked to BamBam in confusion as he walked across to you and Jinyoung, handing you a receipt. As you looked through, you noticed what it was for.

“I need these now after last night,” BamBam told you as he brought the ear plugs that he had bought from his pocket to shoe the two of you.

“Why do we need the receipt to know that you’ve brought ear plugs?” Jinyoung quizzed in confusion, “it’s not exactly our problem, is it?”

BamBam’s head shook in reply to Jinyoung’s question, “that’s where you’re wrong. I need them so that I don’t have to listen to you two.

You and Jinyoung met one another with puzzled eyes, looking to BamBam for more explanation. “Why are you listening to us?”

“It was pretty hard not to last night,” he muttered, “you guys can buy me these so that I don’t have to listen to the two of you having sex ever again, I think I’m scarred for life.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Jinyoung dismissed, pushing against BamBam’s arm. “We weren’t that loud, you just want us to feel sorry for you or something, that’s all.”

“For once,” BamBam admitted, “I’m actually not being dramatic.”

“You’re always dramatic Bam.”

Youngjae:

You wanted the ground to swallow you up as Yugyeom asked you about your evening, able to tell from the look in his eyes what he was hinting at.

“I mean Youngjae is loud at the best of times,” Yugyeom pointed out, still noticing how oblivious Youngjae was to what was going on around him.

“That’s mean,” Youngjae responded, slightly offended. “What would suddenly make you say something like that? What did I do to you?”

Yugyeom’s smile dropped as Youngjae asked the question, “what did you do to me? I spent my night listening to your audio of your nice time.”

Youngjae’s narrowed eyes looked at you as he still didn’t quite understand. “Sex,” you whispered across to him, “Yugyeom heard us.”

“I heard every single sound,” Yugyeom made sure to point out to the two of you. “I’ve heard some noises come out of you Jae, but even some of those were interesting ones.”

“Can we stop talking about this now?” You cried out, feeling your heart race in humiliation. “Maybe we can talk about what we’re going to order in for breakfast again.”

“Why so keen Y/N?” Yugyeom teased, “you weren’t shy last night.”

“Literally, shut up now.”

BamBam:

You rolled away from BamBam, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath, feeling his hand interlock with yours with a tight grip on you.

“Finally!” You suddenly heard one of the boys yell from just outside your room, “it can’t be that good to need to make that much noise you know.”

“That’s Mark,” BamBam pointed out to you, biting down on his bottom lip. “You don’t think he actually heard us, do you?” He then asked.

Your head nodded immediately in reply to BamBam’s question, “maybe we were a little bit noisier than we usually are, do you think?”

A loud sigh came from BamBam as he looked up to the ceiling too, “I’m never going to hear the end of this if they really heard us.”

“You should’ve been quiet,” you teased, nudging against his side. “Look at it this way, at least the boys now know that you’re doing a good job in bed, that’s quite important.”

“That does actually make me feel better,” BamBam chuckled in surprise, “I’ve never heard any of the boys, so they can’t be anywhere near as good as me, that feels pretty good.”

“See,” you sniggered, “being noisy has its advantages sometimes.”

“This is definitely one of them.”

Yugyeom:

The sound of Jaebeom yawning made both you and Yugyeom look across to him in confusion, noticing how much more dramatic he was than usual.

“Don’t mind me,” he told the two of you as you sat down across the room from him. “I’ve just not had a very good night of sleep, that’s all.”

“Why?” Yugyeom innocently asked him, hearing several scoffs come from around the room. “Did something keep you awake or anything?”

Jaebeom’s eyebrows raised at Yugyeom’s question, “you could certainly say that someone, or two someones kept me awake last night.”

The look that Jaebeom gave you quickly meant the penny dropped for you. “Gyeom, I think he might’ve been kept up by us.”

“Us?” Yugyeom asked, flustered by what you had told him. He looked across to Jaebeom only to see him nodding his head, struggling to hold back his laughter at your panic.

“Well, this is embarrassing,” you grumbled as once again Jaebeom made sure to let go of a nice, loud noise to get both of your attention. “You can stop doing that as well, idiot.”

“I’m just making sure you know,” he smiled, “my tiredness is your fault.”

“Trust me, we already know.”

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stay-mon-army · 3 months

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5 Ways to Win a Prince

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

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

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

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

1- Sneak in to Visit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2- Save Him from Unworthy Suitors

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Any time, my love.”

3- Flex your Strengths

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

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

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

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

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

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

Obviously a newbie, then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Visit later.

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

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

Who were you to say no to his request?

4- Show your Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing could stop you two now.

5- Tell the World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you never broke an oath.

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wontune · 5 months

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poderia fazer Locks do Bae Jinyoung pfvrr (cix) 💗

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hotpinkhoshi · 2 years

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jinyoung + smut + 10

a breathy sigh fell from your lips as your fingers finally slipped beneath the elastic hem of your underwear. you’d been needy for contact since you woke up this morning–it was just one of those days. so you’d gotten back in bed after breakfast, wearing only a thin tank top and the cotton panties you’d slept in.

nevermind that you had a perfectly good boyfriend in the other room. one that, if given ten minutes of your time, could have you seeing stars and screaming curse words you’d never uttered before in your life. but jinyoung had a new script to read, and you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt him.

you thought of him now in his plain white tee that did little to hide his impressive physique, hair still messy from his sleep. he was probably on the couch, cup of coffee in one hand and his script in the other, a ballpoint pen resting between his lips.

god, those lips.

you imagined they were teasing your clit now instead of your own fingers. he liked to make you shiver and whine, pressing kisses against your soft flesh, slowly drifting closer and closer to your clit. he’d look up and get this stupid smirk on his face before he leaned in and got to work.

lifting your hips, you spread your legs to give yourself more room. jinyoung was so good with his mouth. not only that, but he’d been a very quick learner. it’d taken him no time at all to figure out the speeds and patterns that made you tick quicker than your trusty old vibrator.

he’d be livid if he knew you were touching yourself right now while he was a mere twenty steps away in the living room.but you were desperate for a release and you knew how important this new project was to him.

your eyes fell shut as your imagination ran wild, picturing Jinyoung with his face tucked between your thighs, lapping at your folds like a man starved. he always groaned like he couldn’t get enough, hands grappling at your thighs until you couldn’t get any closer.

you imagined him slipping his fingers inside, three straight away since it wasn’t like you weren’t wet enough. he’d stretch you out, curling and scissoring his digits until you were writhing and gripping the sheets for dear life. only then would he work his way back up your body, his hard cock nudging against your stomach as you kissed the taste of yourself off his lips.

just the thought of kissing him sent a wave of pleasure down to your belly. you imagined him resting his entire body weight on you to let you feel just how badly he wanted you before finally pressing inside of you without hesitation.

“fuck,” you whispered, only to yourself, and bit down onto your lip to keep from making any further noise. at this point, you couldn’t even remember if you’d closed the door.

you just needed to get off quickly so you could go about your day and hopefully feel some sort of relief. jinyoung could take care of you later, maybe, once he’d finished his work. he was so busy, you felt too guilty whenever you interrupted him just because you were feeling needy.

instead you focused on the memory of one of the most recent times you'd had sex - after jinyoung had come home from an event and you'd practically pounced on him the moment he'd walked through the door in his fancy suit.

he'd been extra feisty that night, pushing you against the wall, face forward, and shoving down the loose linen pants you'd been wearing. you whimpered, recalling how rough he'd been, crowding you against that wall and pounding inside of you without mercy.

"am i interrupting something?"

your eyes shot open at the sound of jinyoung's voice, a gasp falling from your lips when you realized you'd been caught. there was no way to deny what you'd been doing - you knew your hair was askew and your face was flushed, neck glistening with a slight sheen of sweat.

tearing your hand out of your panties, you clamped your legs together as if maybe you could get away with pretending like you hadn't just been thirty seconds from an orgasm.

jinyoung watched you from the end of the bed like a lion observing its prey, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips as his eyes roamed your figure.

"were you just touching yourself?"

you huffed, knowing that he knew the answer to his own question, but wanted to hear you say it. only then could he dole out an appropriate punishment.

"i... no," you lied, choosing to test his limits.

in the blink of an eye, jinyoung ripped away the duvet covering your form, giving you only a split second to curl your legs up towards your chest to hide the evidence of your betrayal.

"no?" he asked, dropping the duvet to the ground and pressing one knee onto the edge of the mattress. "are you lying to me now?"

shaking your head, you batted your eyelashes, keeping your knees pressed together. "i wasn't."

jinyoung crawled forward, slow and steady, until he was right in front of you. his hands settled on your knees as he rubbed gentle circles into your skin with his thumbs.

"no?" he said again, his lips lifting into a smirk on one side. "oh, pretty, don't you know i know your body better than anyone else? my only question is why you couldn't just let me take care of you."

you let him part your knees, spreading your legs enough for him to settle in between them. he did look a little hurt from the knowledge that you'd chosen to help yourself rather than just tell him you wanted him, sending a pang of guilt straight to your chest.

"i didn't wanna bother you," you admitted. "you were busy. it was important."

jinyoung shook his head, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead, all while one hand slipped up the hem of your shirt until his fingertips brushed over your nipple.

"baby, nothing is more important to me than making you feel good."

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cloudysvt · 1 year

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meidreamsdelivery · 2 years

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A/N: I would like to thank @crzy-devil for sending this request. On that note, feel free to give out any requests or questions! (╯3╰)

《 To Love and To Cherish》

[Got7 Jinyoung, Fluff Oneshot]

Pairing: Jinyoung x Fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: You vow to turn over a new leaf after being released from prison.

You have been in Cheongju Women's Correctional Institution. The hours were long and difficult, security was crucial and you were always closely watched. You struggled through long days inside the prison and the only thing that kept you going was reuniting with your boyfriend, who you had not seen for 5 years.

You were an orphan, stranded on the streets. Having no one to rely on, you could only resort to stealing. One fine day, you set out to go about your usual routine. After spotting a potential target, you proceeded to run into him 'accidentally' before swiftly snatching away his wallet. You then began a game of cat and mouse with him. However, while on the run for your life, you tripped over a bunch of rice sacks and scraped your knee badly. Your movements slowed down as a result of your injuries. Before long, your pursuer caught up to you. You prepared yourself for the worst, so the last thing you expected was him lending a hand to you.

He took his handkerchief from his breast pocket and approached you slowly.

"Stay away from me!!" You exclaimed, backing away from him.

He placed pressure on your wounds, soon, his handkerchief was soaked with blood. "Stay still, you do not want to risk an infection."

"!" You raised your head in surprise and looked at him.

"I stole your wallet. Why did you help me?"

"That does not mean I can't help you." He smiled at you.

"Are you not mad?"

"Well, I believe that everyone has a good reason for their actions."

"You're too naive. Not everyone has a justifiable explanation...especially me."

"..."

"All done. Even though I'm confident of my first aid skills, you should get the wound properly looked at." He stood up and turned to leave.

"Wait! I don't even know your name!!"

He stopped at his tracks, and replied, "Jinyoung."

And that was how both of you met. You thought you would never meet him again. But fate has other plans. During an upcoming festival, both of you crossed paths again. Then both of you got to know each other better and eventually love comes knocking on your door.

You exchanged letters with Jinyoung everyday, taking about your lives, your hope, your love. Both of you planned to be together, even to marry, when your prison sentence was finished. Before you realised, 5 years had passed. And now you walked out the gates, taking in the warmth of the sunlight, the cool breeze. The branches of the trees were swaying side to side, as if celebrating your return.

"Y/n." You turned your head to the direction of the voice, and found yourself looking at a familiar face. Tears pricked your eyes, you ran towards the voice, and hugged tightly.

"J..Jinyoung...I-I miss y-you!" Tears rolled down your face as you grabbed the sleeves of Jinyoung's shirt.

"Welcome back, y/n." Jinyoung cupped your face and placed a featherlight kiss on your forehead. (Hahh, I miss this feeling. This kiss, this touch, this warmth.) Your heart swelled in happiness, drowning in your man's embrace.

"Come on, let's go meet my parents." Jinyoung held your hand and rushed to his house. In his house's living room sat a couple, the man reading the morning newspaper, and the woman drinking a cup of tea.

"We've been waiting for you." The woman placed her cup on the saucer, a sharp sound rang out throughout. You felt your palms getting sweaty and your heartbeat racing hard. The tension in the air was suffocating, and it didn't help you to calm down at all. Sensing your nervousness, Jinyoung popped the question, "Mum, Dad, y/n and I are going to register our marriage. Will you give us your blessings?"

"No, we do not approve. You are not getting married to her."

"!"

"BUT WHY?"

"The reason is simple, it's because of her..."

"...background." You mouthed the words silently, knowing all too well the reason for their disapproval.

"She's not suitable for you, Son. How do you know she will not harm you? She will not love you forever." Her words cut you deep like a knife, but you were already prepared to face opposition.

"Ma'am," you raised your eyes and look straight at hers, "with all due respect, I believe my background has nothing to do my suitability as Jinyoung's partner. I know you have suspicions about my background, but I assure you that I am determined to turn over a new leaf and be a better person for Jinyoung."

"Also, I disagree with your last statement," you turned to look at your beloved with loving eyes, "ever since I met Jinyoung, he has brought light into my monochrome world. He has taught me to put my trust in humanity. He has showered me with care everyday. As time passes, I find my love for him growing bigger and bigger, and falling heads over heels for him again and again. I have no idea how I can love someone so much...so much that I put him first before myself. And if you were to disapprove of our union, I shall prove to you that I am deserving of Jinyoung." You gazed at them with determined eyes, not backing down.

"Y/n..." Jinyoung felt touched by your words. "Mum, Dad, I have made my decision to marry her. I won't change my mind." Jinyoung declared.

"Pfft, Ahahahaha I can't hold it in anymore!!" Without warning, the woman erupted in laughter.

"?" You stared at the woman in confusion.

"Mum, Dad, what's going on??"

"I see you have made up your mind. THAT'S GREAT, SON!!" The man stood up from his seat and grabbed Jinyoung's shoulders. "If you had been easily swayed by our words, I would have punched you. Now we know you are serious, right Wife?"

"Indeed." The woman walked towards Jinyoung and patted his head, "Well done, I'm very proud of you, Son."

"And y/n," the woman's glance flicked towards my direction and came to rest on my eyes, "sorry for testing you. You see, I can't let my child be weak-willed as a parent. And that further applies to you. Sorry once again."

"Ma'am...I-I" you trembled with joy and stood up immediately.

You raised your right hand and announced, "I, Kim y/n, take your son, Park Jinyoung, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part."

Jinyoung's parents smiled at your words, "Welcome to our family, daughter-in-law."

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accursedhex · 2 years

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

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

Completely and wholly.

Partially and just beyond the others grasp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anything to heal these insurmountable wounds.

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

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

“I love you.” An abomination.

“I love you.” A complete atrocity.

“How could you?”

“. . . I love you.”

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

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Park Jin Young (GOT7) Kinky Reading*

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe + Tarot of Sexual Magic*

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Park Jin Young

Stage Name: Jinyoung

Group: GOT7

Park Jin Young

Jinyoung (GOT7)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - Queen of Cups

Jinyoung is a manipulative dom. He’s likely to quickly spot any weakness his lover might have, most likely emotional because Jinyoung can read emotions like a pro psychic, and he will use this knowledge to make his lover dependant on him. It’s not all bad. He’s genuinely caring, too. Only he will insist that when he feels cold outside, his lover will wear a sweater, too, no matter how they actually feel.

Libido - Queen of Pentacles

Jinyoung is a sensual and generous lover. He’s likely to enjoy long exquisite foreplays and luxury. He likes the environment comfortable and clean - pillows and cushions puffed, the sheets crisp and ironed, unless made of real silk, aromatic candles burning, rose petals tossed on top of the bed. He will likely enjoy massages, both on giving and receiving end. His kisses are long, deep, breathtaking.

Turn On - King of Swords

While Jinyoung is a manipulative dom himself, he’s likely to feel attracted to and aroused by a brutally honest and open hard dom. It’s a challenge, you know. Manipulating someone who’s weaker than him is easy and no fun. Leashing up and handcuffing a stronger person, that’s a true accomplishment and Jinyoung will play hard and dirty to win over them.

Kink - Page of Swords

Jinyoung loves taming and disciplining little cheeky brats. His lover should tease him, retort to him, disobeying him, misbehaving and driving him insane. And then take all the punishments Jinyoung’s dirty mind can come up with.

Dirtiest Secret* - X The Wheel of Fortune

Jinyoung’s dirtiest secret is the fact he wants to have someone under his complete control, he wants to be the alpha and omega for his lover, their entire world, their master and only god. Yeah… Not exactly a sweet modest guy but I assume you suspected it when requesting for the reading.

No, it's you, Jinyoung... Trust me... It's you, too!

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mykoreanlove · 2 months

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GOT7

🖤 JINYOUNG

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

🖤 JACKSON

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

🖤 JAEBEOM

can I see you tonight?

🖤 YOUNGJAE

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bangtanboyz22 · 2 years

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Hi.

Can you do a 1+3 with Park JinYoung from got7?

Thanks

Pairing: Park JinYoung x reader

1. “Hey, you’re bleeding!”

3. “You will be fine, I promise…”

Warnings: mentions of blood

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You and Jinyoung were working on decorating the new house that the two of you bought together. All you had left were a few finishing touches and most of those were things that needed to be hung or at a higher level. It was late morning when you decided to get up on a ladder to start hanging the decor.

The day went by pretty fast as you kept busy while Jinyoung was at work for the day. You were onto the last thing and thought you could reach where you wanted to without moving the ladder so it started to wobble. Just as he walked in the door the ladder tipped over and took you with it. As you fell, you ended up scrapping your arm and head but didn't notice you were bleeding due to hurting in other places.

"Hey, you're bleeding!" Jinyoung said rushing over to you helping you to sit on the couch while he went to go get a towel to wipe up the blood. You also had a major migraine not realizing you hit your head pretty hard. After about an hour and your head hadn't improved you told Jinyoung about it.

"Let's go get you checked out," he said ushering you to the car. You were a bit nervous about going to find out if something serious happened but having him there with you, it wasn't too bad.

"You will be fine, I promise..." he reassured you holding your hand once you got in to be checked out. Luckily it wasn't too bad and with a bit of rest you would be fine. The both of you then went home and watched movies while cuddling all night.

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dyaz-stories · 4 months

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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman || Park Chan-Young x f!Reader

summary: Yeong-Su breaks a window at the stadium, and Chan-Young takes the blame for it, resulting in severe consequences. Fortunately, you're here to pick up the pieces afterwards.

word count: 3.1k

warnings & tags: spoilers for season 2 of sweet home, violence, injuries, soldiers being assholes, coarse language, making out, the pronoun "she" is used in reference to the reader

A/N: couldn't find gifs for chan-young so I made this one, but I'm by no means a gif maker, so, yeah. Also, I don't know anything about baseball, so please pretend this makes sense if you know better. I'm not sure which team Chan-Young was supposed to be on, so I picked the Doosan Bears because Sweet Home takes place in Seoul. Finally, it's my first time writing for him, so I hope you'll enjoy my take on this character!

It’s another day at the stadium, which means it’s another day of boredom.

Oh, there are things to do around here, sure. If you don’t mind being ordered around by soldiers who stand behind you with a scowl on their face and remind you that the only reason you’re even there is because of their good will, you’ll find a job to do. Cleaning a corner of the stadium, probably, in hopes that someone will be able to live there — as if there were enough mattresses — or doing the inventory, again, while looking the other way when rations mysteriously go missing and everyone knows who’s doing the taking.

Thing is, you’ve never been one to grovel. In fact, back in the Before days, you were the one giving the orders. Youngest assistant coach for the Doosan bears, the Seoul baseball team, you were in line to become the youngest coach in the history of the country. And, yeah, you weren’t completely in charge, but you were trusted. You had responsibilities. People knew to take you seriously.

You’ve had ideas for how to run this place more efficiently, to avoid making the civilians feel like they’re second-rate citizens, but it’s been made clear to you that you weren’t welcome to make suggestions. So you haven’t bothered, lately, but you also won’t play in that stupid game, where people get to change the rules without telling you.

It means that you do a lot of aimless walking around in the stadium. Chief Ji implicitly lets you roam around, a testament to the fact that you knew each other well back in the days, when you used to bring her coffee before big games, but you mostly try to make yourself useful in the way soldiers haven’t bothered accounting for.

A lot of that means keeping an eye on kids that are left to themselves otherwise. Their parents are busy, and it’s not like there’s much to do for them, here, so you try to keep them entertained. Unfortunately, you’re no teacher, meaning that it’s a lot of physical activities, wherever you find enough place. Other days, people who are teachers take over for you. That is the case today, meaning you’d have the day ‘off’, if it weren’t for Yeong-Su not showing up for class.

You don’t personally think he should have to attend class. You know how mean the other kids can be to him, and though the teachers don’t do much in the name of keeping the peace, you don’t let that fly when you’re in charge. Which is probably why the kid never misses your classes, a small pride that you keep well tucked in your heart.

Still, the teachers insist that you make sure he’s okay, so you agree to go try and find him. He knows the stadium well, meaning it will be no easy task.

You end up finding him throwing a ball against a wall. It looks like he’s practicing his aim, you think when you notice that he’s drawn a square on it. You’re about to approach him, maybe give him a few pointers, when a particularly hard throw has the ball bouncing too high and it crashes through a window, finishing outside of the stadium.

You freeze. Monsters don’t approach the stadium much — it’s been months since there’s been a case of that happening.

But the mere thought of there being something open here still has your heart pounding with fear. It’s only a few seconds before you compose yourself, but that’s long enough for someone to come running. You rush towards Yeong-Su, prepared to fiercely defend him if you need to.

It’s Chan-Young, and you relax, even if your heart is now pounding for a whole other reason.

“What happened here?” he asks.

He may have been running with his whole equipment, but he shows no sign of being out of breath.

“I’m sorry,” Yeong-Su mumbles. He’s hard to handle, especially these days, but he clearly respects Chan-Young a lot. “I didn’t mean to— I was just practicing and—"

Oh gosh, you realize, kid was practicing pitching, and it’s not lost on you that that’s the position Chan-Young mainly played as.

“…and now I’ve lost my ball,” Yeong-Su sniffs.

He’s trying to hold back tears, and it tears a little piece of your heart away. You know that Yeong-Su had found a ball autographed by Chan-Young, know that it’s one of his most prized possessions. It’s no surprise that Yeong-Su can’t stand the thought of losing anything more than what he already has.

Chan-Young glances at you, still standing a few steps behind Yeong-Su.

“He didn’t mean to,” you say. “I’ll help you fix the window.” Eun-Yu probably won’t mind giving you a hand, too.

Chan-Young nods, and you watch as he puts a knee to the floor, so he’s at eye-level with Yeong-Su. If he was any other soldier, you’d be more cautious, but you know him. Worked with him, when he was on your team, lost him when he enlisted, and now you’re in this strange limbo, where he doesn’t seem to know how to interact with you, even though there is this obvious familiarity between the two of you, every time you do speak.

“You need to be more careful,” he tells Yeong-Su, putting on his Serious voice. “If a monster heard that and came in, it could be very dangerous for everyone. And if you’re in front of the window when it happens, it would attack you first. So don’t let that happen again, okay?”

Then he gives Yeong-Su a small, comforting smile.

“If you want to practice again, come ask me next time, okay?” He glances up at you, and there’s such softness in his eyes when he does. “Or ask the coach. She knows her stuff.”

You’d never become coach, not officially, but his use of the word makes your heart swell.

“Okay,” Yeong-Su mumbles, staring down at his feet.

For a moment, it looks like everything will resolve itself just like that, and you’re already putting a hand on Yeong-Su’s shoulders to pull him away with you, when you hear the familiar stomping of military boots coming towards you.

Chan-Young’s expression changes immediately.

“Go,” he orders.

“But…”

He spins around to grab your shoulders, lowering himself to look straight into your eyes.

“Go,” he repeats. “Please.”

There’s such urgency in his voice that you can’t deny him, even if you’re not sure what is going on exactly. You grab Yeong-Su’s hand and pull him with you until you’re both behind a corner, just in time. You keep an eye on the scene, confused. The soldiers behave like assholes, you know that, but surely—

“What happened here?” the Sergeant bellows in Chan-Young’s face. “You’re lucky it was us, who were standing outside the window, and not something else! You better have an explanation, soldier.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Chan-Young says, shoulders straight, from what you can see. “I was just practicing and—”

Before you can wonder why he’d lie, the punch catches him in the stomach, and he doubles over in pain. You catch yourself before you can gasp out loud, and instinctively cover Yeong-Su’s mouth, which is probably a smart move, because he starts thrashing to run towards Chan-Young. You don’t blame him, but you also absolutely cannot let him do that, not right now.

“Yeong-Su,” you whisper, mimicking Chan-Young’s attitude with you just a minute ago. “You need to go back to Ms. Cha. Okay?”

“But they’re…”

You wince, because they’re still berating Chan-Young, and one of them has just given him a hard kick to the ribs. All the more reason for you to intervene.

“I’ll take care of it, I promise, but I can’t do that if you’re here. So go back to her, and I’ll come see you when everything is okay again, alright?”

He sniffs, rubs his eyes to hide the tears, then turns around and runs. At least he’s got a good survival instinct, you think, even if it hurts to remember where it comes from. The second you’re sure he’s not coming back, it’s your turn to run, but towards the soldiers this time, with a confidence that you now worry is wholly unwarranted.

“Hey, don’t you think that’s enough?” you interject, maneuvering so you can get between them and Chan-Young.

There’s a scoff and they roll their eyes. One of them puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes, but you barely take a step back. You’re used to men trying to intimidate you.

“I thought we’d made it clear that your opinions weren’t welcome,” Seo-Jin snaps at you, getting too close to your face for comfort — like that would make you budge.

“Doesn’t mean I’m going to let you beat up someone because he broke a fucking window, when if you’d gotten to work, that hole would be closed by now,” you reply on the same tone.

He opens his mouth to yell at you once more, a vein bulging on his forehead, when Chan-Young comes to stand in front of you. He’s barely just gotten on his feet, has one hand pressed against his rib cage, and still, he’s already coming to stop you from taking any risk. You want to scream at him and hug him all at the same time.

“Please, sir, she doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

Neither does he!

“That’s enough, Seo-Jin,” sergeant Kim finally intervenes, and the man immediately takes a step back. “Don’t let it happen again,” he tells Chan-Young. “And fix the hole,” he tells you, as an afterthought, before leaving and taking his team with him.

Your blood is boiling. He might try to be the voice of reason now, but you saw him doing nothing while his men got blood on their hands so he wouldn’t have to.

You don’t have time to think about it, though, because next to you, Chan-Young has slowly let himself slide to the floor.

“Are you okay?” you ask, panicked, while he grimaces and leans against the wall.

“I’m fine,” he says, an obvious lie. “You shouldn’t have said anything.”

“You took responsibility for something you had nothing to do with, but I’m the one who shouldn’t have said anything?”

He sighs, shakes his head.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” he says. He looks at you with warm eyes, and you feel your breath catching in your throat.

There’s something about Chan-Young, there always has been. You always have to remind yourself that he’s nice to everyone, because he’s such a kind person. Even that didn’t stop you from falling for him — and it’s the second time that it happens, damn him.

“I’ll go get medical supplies,” you say, pushing yourself to your feet. “Stay here.”

“There’s no need to—”

“Please, do you want to die from an infection after surviving all these monsters? Stay. Here.”

You ignore any further protests as you rush to get the supplies.

It doesn’t take you long. Chief Ji provides you with what you need without questions, and apologizes for not being able to give you painkillers — they’re reserved for emergencies, she explains. You know the other supplies are, too, but you understand her reasoning, and just thank her with a quick nod and a promise to help out for the next few shifts outside the stadium, if she needs it.

When you come back, Chan-Young’s moved to sit on one of the boxes that are always laying around in here, and you grab another one to sit across from him.

“Open your jacket,” you say as you take the disinfectant.

“I— I don’t think that’s necessary—”

“C’mon, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” you say with an eyeroll, because the guys on the team weren’t exactly shy about taking their shirt off in front of you and he should remember that.

He clears his throat and glances away, and you notice his ears turning red.

“Um, right. Yeah. Just a second.”

Under the jacket, he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt, and he lifts it up so you can see for yourself.

And it’s not looking good. The area is red and swollen already, and you worry it will be worse soon. Unfortunately, there’s not much you can do about that, so you disinfect the scratches caused by the boots, and gesture for him to put it back down. You’d normally advise to put something cold on it, to calm the swelling, but that’s not really an option here, not when the little electricity you have is mostly used to keep the lights on.

“Try not to move around too much, okay?”

“I’ll try my best,” he says with a brief laugh. It’s a silly recommendation, and you both know it, but you still felt the need to say something.

“Now give me your hand, I’ll see what I can do.”

He does, and you carefully turn it to check the palm. You’re not sure if he hurt himself when he fell earlier, or if it’s just that there’s constantly manual work to be done and it’s hard not to injure your hand. Either way, you start cleaning it and disinfecting it as well.

“Do you think they would have been as hard on a kid?” you ask.

“No!” he protests immediately, maybe a tad too strongly. “They’re humans. I’m sure they wouldn’t have—” He interrupts himself, and you suspect that he knows they still could have hit him, a thought that makes your stomach turn. “But… Yeong-Su’s had a hard enough life as it is. People here are not… kind to him.”

“I’m not blaming you, especially after that,” you sigh, “I just— You do realize that it’s not your responsibility, right? I’d have helped the kid, and it could have ended better than…”

You gesture vaguely at him, and he closes his eyes for a second. He closes his fingers over yours where you’re holding his hand, rubs his thumb over your skin, which sends a wave of heat through your body. It only lasts a moment, though, before he catches himself and lets go.

“I’m— I was in charge, when his sister— I was supposed to be helping them. And I failed him.”

“What?” Ms. Cha told you that story, in hushed whispers, to explain why Yeong-Su was such a complicated child these days. It had been clear that there was nothing Chan-Young could have done. “You can’t blame yourself for someone turning into a monster and going on a rampage.”

“It happened on my watch,” he insists. “If I’d been more careful— If I hadn’t left the bus—”

You stop yourself to look at him straight in the eye. He’s close, but you don’t feel uncomfortable, not with him.

“That could have happened to anyone. You couldn’t have planned for it.” He exhales, long and slow.

“Thank you for saying that,” he says, but you can tell that your words haven’t sunk in. It breaks your heart, and yet you have no idea what more you can say. After all, you weren’t there. It makes sense that he wouldn’t believe you.

“You still shouldn’t put yourself in the line of danger to—” to what, anyway? Expiate his sins? What does he have to prove? Does he have a death wish or something? “You shouldn’t put yourself in danger when you don’t have to.”

“Better me than Yeong-Su,” he insists. “He’s just a kid, and he has his mom — well, Ms. Cha. And he has you.” You set the disinfectant back down, hands almost trembling as you realize where he’s going with this. “Better me than him,” he just concludes sadly.

“Park Chan-Young,” you say, “you don’t seriously think that, right?”

He doesn’t meet your eyes when he replies.

“He has a family here. I— don’t really have anyone—”

You’re not sure what goes through your head when you put your hand on his cheek and kiss him. If you had to rationalize it — which you’re not really in any position to do when it happens — you’d say that you just wanted to prove him how wrong he was. Truth is, though, that you also couldn’t bear the idea that you were letting him believe that when it was so entirely untrue.

His lips are warm against yours, and you think you feel him leaning into you, but you pull away too soon to know.

“There,” you say as you gather your things. “Now you know you do have someone, so don’t put yourself in danger unnecessarily, alright?”

Then you’re on your feet, hell-bent on fleeing the scene.

Of course, Chan-Young catches up with you in an instant. He grabs your wrist, and pulls you back against him. His eyes are wide as he searches yours.

“Did you mean that?” he asks, his voice catching in his throat.

“Mean what?” Your heart is pounding in your chest. You’re… not sure where he is going with this.

“It wasn’t pity, right? You— I have you?”

The words almost send a shiver down your spine.

“Of course you do. I don’t exactly go around kissing people—”

Next thing you know, his hands are cupping your face and his mouth is on yours. He kisses you feverishly, like he desperately needs you to prove your words to him. You kiss back without hesitation, wrapping your arms around his neck. It isn’t long before your back hits the wall and you let out a brief groan.

“Sorry,” he says, pulling away from you to check on you. “Are you—”

You don’t let him finish, pulling him back down against you. His hands move down to your waist, one of them slipping under your t-shirt to feel your bare skin. He’s kissing you slower now, more sensual, and he abandons your mouth to kiss down your jaw, then your neck, before he comes back to your lips.

“I shouldn’t—” he mumbles against you. “I’m not supposed to—”

“Everyone’s doing it,” you reply, but it doesn’t surprise you when he tears himself away from you. He’s a sight to behold, flushed and out of breath — and is it odd that you enjoy seeing him panting from kissing you when you know he can run for hours without struggling? He’s always been one to stick to the rules closely. It says a lot that he broke one right now, but you won’t push him any further, not until he’s ready.

You take a step back towards him, take his hand in yours, and press your lips to his cheek for one last, soft kiss.

“Don’t forget now,” you say. “You have me. Don’t risk your life without thinking.”

He doesn’t kiss you again, but he leans in to press his forehead against yours, squeezing your hand in his.

“I have you,” he repeats, as if to convince himself. “I have you.”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When You Accidentally Fall Asleep On Another Member ~ Got7 Reaction

Mark:

“She looks so relaxed,” Mark smiled as he walked in to see you curled up into Jackson, resting on a cushion against his shoulder.

“She did try to wait for you to come back from shooting but there was no way that she’d stay up,” Jackson explained, “I hope you don’t mind.”

Mark’s head quickly shook in reply to him, “as long as Y/N’s comfy, there’s no way that I mind. Thank you for offering to help her get comfortable.”

“It’s alright,” Jackson smiled, “although I’ve got to admit my shoulder is starting to get a little numb being rested upon.”

A quiet chuckle came from Mark as he walked past you both, “do you want to swap?” Y/N’s probably too asleep to even realise what’s going on around her right now.”

“I don’t want to risk her stirring,” Jackson quickly assured Mark.

“But you’re going to get hurt Jackson.”

Jackson’s head shook, “I’ll be able to wake my shoulder up in no time at all, the pain in my shoulder is nowhere near as bad as how tired Y/N was when she came here.”

“She’s not slept well recently,” Mark informed him, “honestly, it’s just nice to see her asleep for a while.”

“I can stay here for as long as she needs me to.”

“Thank you, I really do appreciate it.”

Jay B:

“What are you doing?” Jaebum asked as soon as he looked to his left and saw that Jinyoung was sat on the sofa with you beside him.

“I’m just helping Y/N out,” Jinyoung quickly explained to him, picking up on how annoyed Jaebum was straight away by his voice.

His brows furrowed as he noticed how content you were. “Why did you let Y/N sleep on you? Why didn’t you offer her a cushion instead?”

“Can you see any cushions round here?” Youngjae laughed as he interjected, “Y/N would break her neck without Jinyoung.”

Jaebum’s eyes glanced back at you both, still not quite able to get used to what he was seeing. “She better not get used to sleeping on you, she should sleep on me.”

“If you were here then she would’ve slept on you,” Jinyoung told him.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me she was tired?”

A roll of the eyes followed from Jinyoung, “because it’s easier to let Y/N rest on us rather than get yelled at by you for interrupting you whilst you’re busy at work.”

“When have I ever yelled?” Jaebum grinned, “you guys know that I’m always nice whenever I’m at work.”

“Shall we go back to all the times at the dorm?”

“Alright, I guess you’ve made your point.”

Jackson:

“Why’s Y/N asleep on you?” Jackson immediately asked as he walked into the dressing room to see you looking rather comfortably against Youngjae.

A shy smile formed on Youngjae’s face, hearing the disapproving tones in Jackson’s voice. “She was leaning this way for a while, and then went.”

Jackson scratched over the top of his head, unable to get mad as he noticed how content you seemed. “She just fell onto your shoulder?”

“Not exactly,” Youngjae frowned, “she was hanging on the edge of my shoulder so I put her on properly otherwise she’d end up hurting her neck.”

Jackson hummed back at him, trying his best not to get too agitated by what he saw. “I guess I should say thank you for that.”

“I know it’s not exactly what you want to see,” Youngjae sympathised.

“You’re definitely not wrong with that.”

The faintiest of chuckles came from Youngjae, “I promise that I’m doing nothing other than helping Y/N sleep, you can’t hate me for doing that, can you?”

“No,” Jackson huffed, “I don’t think I’ve ever hated you, although this might be the closest that I’ve come to feeling that way.”

“It’s because I’m as adorable as Y/N is, right?”

“You wish you were as adorable as Y/N.”

Jinyoung:

“You look cosy,” Jinyoung slightly joked as he walked in to see you fast asleep on Mark, not quite knowing how he wanted to react.

“I couldn’t move her when she laid down on me,” Mark immediately began to explain to him, “she was yawning nonstop beside me.”

Jinyoung nodded in reply as he took a seat opposite the two of you. “To be honest, she’s not exactly been sleeping well these past few nights.”

“I can tell,” Mark weakly smiled back to him, “I’m honestly just giving her a shoulder to rest on, that’s all.”

Mark could tell that Jinyoung wasn’t a huge fan of what he saw, but he was at least glad to see you asleep. “Your shoulder is probably killing right now.”

“It’s not too bad, luckily Y/N’s light,” Mark quietly chuckled.

“You hardly know she’s there, right?”

Mark quickly nodded in agreement with Jinyoung, “I can see why you constantly say how easy it is whenever Y/N falls asleep on you on the road.”

“I wish she was asleep on me now; it feels seeing her asleep on someone else,” Jinyoung admitted in reply.

“She’ll wake up soon, she’ll be all yours then.”

“I can’t wait for her to sleep on me.”

Youngjae:

“Is she alright?” Was the first question that Youngjae had for Jinyoung as soon as he saw that you’d decided to rest against him.

“I see, don’t ask how I am even though I’m being used as a pillow, just see how Y/N is straight away,” Jinyoung joked, shaking his head back at Youngjae.

A shrug came from Youngjae who fought back his laughter, “you’re not the one that I’m dating and therefore you’re not my priority right now.”

“Somehow I’ve ended up doing your job and let Y/N rest on me though,” Jinyoung pointed out to him.

A quiet snigger came from Youngjae in response, “Y/N will fall asleep on anyone, don’t think of yourself as special,” he smartly replied to him.

“What about if I just jolt her awake then?” Jinyoung offered.

“You can’t do that, Y/N’s resting.”

Jinyoung went to move but stopped himself at the last minute, “appreciate the fact that I’m doing your job for you, or I’ll wake Y/N up instead, your choice.”

“Alright,” Youngjae sighed, “you’re doing a great job of letting Y/N use you as a cushion for a little while.”

“You don’t sound too convincing there.”

“Jinyoung, I meant every word.”

BamBam:

“Well,” BamBam sighed as he walked into the dressing room to see you resting against Jaebum’s shoulder, your eyes tightly shut.

“Sorry,” Jaebum laughed back across at him, knowing exactly what it was that BamBam had noticed as soon as he walked into the room.

A shake of the head soon came from BamBam, “the only thing you should apologise for is looking too annoyingly cute with my girlfriend on you.”

“What?” Jaebum laughed, having to try hard to keep his voice quiet enough to make sure that he didn’t wake you up.

BamBam nodded at the puzzled look that was on Jaebum’s face. “She looks really peaceful, and your shoulders are so broad that they’re comfy to rest on too.”

“How do you know what my shoulders are like?” Jaebum asked.

“Look at you, it’s obvious they’re cosy.”

A snigger came from Jaebum as he realised that he was getting under BamBam’s skin. “I can always move if you want me to stop looking cuter with Y/N than you.”

“No one looks cuter with Y/N than me,” BamBam established, “all I said was that you two look pretty cute now.”

“You’re not doing a good job of playing this cool.”

“Really? I thought I was doing well.”

Yugyeom:

“What’s going on?” Yugyeom pouted as soon as he walked into the dressing room and saw you leant against BamBam’s shoulder.

“Y/N’s asleep, be quiet or you’ll wake her,” BamBam whispered, shushing Yugyeom as he awkwardly stood across the room and watched the two of you.

Yugyeom’s eyes narrowed in your direction, “why is she sleeping on you? Y/N shouldn’t be sleeping on you,” Yugyeom mumbled underneath his breath.

“She’s only resting on me,” BamBam tried to assure him, “there’s nothing bad going on, I’m just trying to be a good friend.”

Yugyeom’s head began to shake as he listened to BamBam, “you’re not being a good friend to me right now letting my girlfriend fall asleep on you and not wait for me.”

“Stop being so jealous and pull yourself together,” BamBam teased.

“Why are you being so mean to me now?”

A soft chuckle came from BamBam, “you’re pouting like a kid who got told they couldn’t get some sweets, all Y/N is doing is resting, do you really want to stop that?”

“I guess not,” Yugyeom murmured with a shrug, “but just so you know this is just a one-time thing for you.”

“I don’t plan on making a habit of it Gyeom.”

“I won’t let you make a habit of it either.”

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