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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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wonyui · 1 year

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JYP x reader?? fluff 😈

YOURJE INSANE TO THINK I WOULD EVER DO THAY.

I Love You 3000 | J.Park

SUMMARY: A short of JYP loving you. I am not actually adding a summary for this. A warning will be added, though.

Pairings: J fucking YP x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: JYP, Park Jinyoung, Jay Park

Genre: living in moms basement AU(tbh I don't know anymore), standards lowered, hope they break up

A/N: If you see this and we've interacted.. scroll, I BEGGG(Only did this because I wanted to show how grateful I was that I would do anything for you guys)

It was on one of those days when you and your boyfriend had been laying on the cold floor, embracing each other's warmth. His tiny dry lips infecting you with kisses that you hoped would last forever.

"I could do this all day." He ugly smiled, turning you red.

It was all too casual, just laying on the floor and doing what abnormal couples would do. At first, no one had been supportive of your relationship. Given his ugly personality, it wasn't the only thing that scared them off. Yet, love was addicting like that no matter the people you loved. He was everything you truly wanted in a world filled with pesky icky men.

"Do you want another kiss on your nose sugar plum?" He softly asked.

You turned away, already too red from the kisses that involved what others called stinky onion breath. It made you sad as to why they thought it was an insult because you loved onions. He was your man, and the only person that could insult him was the mom who had let him live in her basement(which the two of you were romantically laying down in).

"No more," you shyly replied, "I'm afraid it could infect me and turn me into a lovesick zombie!"

A smirk formed, showing the true resemblance between him and Shrek. "Really? You're cute when you're shy."

Before pretending to turn a blind eye to his comment, he pulled you closer. You waited until he closed his eyes, showing his lushy eyelashes. Taking the opportunity, you plucked one of them out before whispering a 'oops'. It felt so romantic to you. He stopped his actions, ugly smiling once more before kicking you into the rusty garbage holder filled with fire since he couldn't afford a stove. Romantic.

#jyp #jay park #jyp x reader #jay park x reader #kpop x reader #bg x reader #soloist x reader #idol x reader #fluff #hannxi #I hope this flops

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flurrys-creativity · 1 year

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Filipendulous

Filipendulous (adj.) - hanging by a thread

Pairing: Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x GN!Reader; Genre: Roommates to lovers, angst, romance, hurt and comfort?, a bit of fluff; Rating: sfw, pg-15; Warnings: mentions of an argument, mentions of jealousy, mentions of drinking alcohol (not really responsible), mentions of an accident, mentions of results from said accident, short hospital setting, one kiss; Wordcount: 1.967

Summary: After a fight with your roommate you ran out of the apartment. Blinded by rage you get caught in an accident, leaving Jinyoung worried sick back at home.

The door slammed shut behind you, leaving Jinyoung in your shared apartment. He closed his eyes upon hearing the harsh and sudden sound, his jaw clenching in the process.

Jinyoung felt his fists shaking beside his body. The anger still reverberated through his whole body. This wasn’t the first fight he had with you and it wasn’t unusual for one of you to just leave the apartment and come back with fried chicken and beer later the same day.

This time though, Jinyoung had a sinking feeling within his stomach. Something didn’t sit right with him. It might be the green monster of jealousy still rearing its head causing that feeling but Jinyoung tried telling himself he was above that.

He wasn’t.

The whole reason the fight started in the first place. You had casually mentioned you planned to go out for a couple of drinks with one of your classmates from college - Lim Jaebeom.

Jinyoung just couldn’t hold his tongue and had to comment on your plans snarkily. Which in turns pushed you into the defence. One thing led to another and the two of you argued back and forth, throwing insults and stupid, petty arguments at each other's heads.

Until Jinyoung shouted: “Are you that desperate to get laid, you lower your standards this much?”

The last thing Jinyoung heard from you, had been a shocked gasp, followed by a scoff and your retortion: “Are you that jealous you even limbo under my low standards?”

Jinyoung exhaled deeply. As much as he hated to admit it, you were right. He wanted to be the one to go out with you, take you on dates even. Over the years of living together he fell for you and he became quite protective and sometimes even possessive over you. Though he never found the bravery to ask you out for real.

Once you returned he would apologise to you immediately. Jinyoung nodded several times as if he tried to reassure himself with that decision. He opened his eyes again, finally turning around and staring at the closed apartment door.

It would be a few more hours before you would actually return. For a split second he even considered running after you as the continuous nagging feeling inside of him, begged him to go. Yet he rationalised the situation and decided to stay at the apartment, figuring he wouldn’t catch you now anyway. Instead he went to the couch and sat down, turning on the tv to distract him as he waited.

Jinyoung scooted around on the couch, becoming more and more restless as you still didn’t show up again. Hours had already passed but no sign from you. His gaze wandered to the display of his smartphone, which he tapped again to check the time.

Not able to stay still anymore, Jinyoung stood up and paced around the living room, holding his phone in one hand and tapping the screen the second it turned black again.

There were no messages, no missed calls, nothing. Where the hell were you?

Jinyoung’s thumb hovered over your icon, ready to call you any second but something inside him made him hesitate. Was it his own pride, his uncertainty, the thought you just wanted to make him suffer a little longer?

At least that’s what he would have done. And Jinyoung knew you were just as petty as him at times. With a deep sigh Jinyoung placed the phone on the small coffee table again, wandering over to the cupboard with your liquor stash. He grabbed a shot glass and one of the strong liquors, moving back to the couch.

Instead of sitting on the couch though, Jinyoung sat on the ground in front of it. He leant against it with his back, one leg propped up where his arm rested on.

Soon enough one shot turned into three, four, five. By now Jinyoung had to concentrate quite a bit to pour himself another shot as he hadn’t eaten anything prior and the alcohol hit even harder than usual.

With the veil of drunkenness clouding his mind, he grabbed his phone holding it way too close to his face as he typed a message painstakingly slow.

“It3 getting late… where ar yo?”

He gulped another shot, staring at his phone screen in hopes to see the tell tale sign of you answering but nothing happened.

“If youre stayin out at least say soo…”

A deep frown appeared on his face as he continued staring at the messages. He only saw one check mark on them, meaning the messages didn’t even go through to your phone. Jinyoung - not able to think of anything better - poured himself another shot, downing it followed by a loud hiss.

The nagging feeling became louder and louder and Jinyoung couldn’t ignore it anymore. Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt absolutely miserable. He blinked several times and looked around the room, trying to keep the tears at bay.

He felt as if he hung by a single thread, unsure whether continuing to hang or letting go was the better option. Jinyoung only knew whatever decision he’d make would impact his life.

“Fuck it”, he murmured and pushed himself up, staggering a few steps until he regained his balance again. Jinyoung grabbed his phone and stumbled towards his shoes and jacket. His head spun heavily, making it extremely hard to put his shoes on.

After what felt like ages he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, ready to open the front door when his phone suddenly rang.

Jinyoung stared down at his hand, which still held the phone. He blinked once, twice, three more times until he was able to read the caller ID. “Y/N!” He almost shouted into the phone. “Where are you? I’ll come and get you! I was just about…”

Jinyoung stopped talking when he heard an unfamiliar voice interrupt him. “Are you familiar with someone named Y/N L/N?”

“Yeah.” Jinyoung didn’t dare to breathe, holding the air in his lungs as he attentively listened to the person on the other side of the call.

“Y/N was brought to us after a heavy accident. We did as much as we could-”

“Where? Which hospital? I’m on my way!” Jinyoung yelled into the receiver, the nagging feeling from before turning into dread that weighed heavy on him. “I’ll be there in a bit”, he said again after he got the location, hanging up the phone call.

Even though he said that, Jinyoung couldn’t move. One of his hands still held the doorknob, clutching it tightly so his knuckles turned white. A few tears rolled down his cheeks and he closed his eyes. Jinyoung inhaled shakily, twisting his face in pain.

There was no time to dwell in regret now. Jinyoung shook his head vigorously and turned the doorknob, rushing out of the door a second later. He half jumped and half ran the stairs down to the ground floor, pushing through the front door and colliding with a few passerby. Jinyoung turned around his own axis, the cold air hitting his face and sobering him up a little. He looked around to orientate himself, right before he sprinted down the streets. He ignored all the collisions and bumps and angry yelling behind him, only wanting to get to you as fast as possible.

Jinyoung panted heavily but felt somewhat sober again when he reached the hospital and walked through the doors, looking around frantically. Once a nurse pointed him into the right direction, he started running again.

He took two steps at a time, half pulling himself upwards on the railing. Jinyoung cursed under his breath, thinking he took way too long.

“I’m here”, Jinyoung blurted out as he opened the door to your room, scanning the surroundings and seeing nobody but you.

Someone cleared their throat behind him, making Jinyoung turn around on his heels. “As I tried to explain on the phone”, the doctor in front of Jinyoung spoke quietly, “we did everything we could but several bones are fractured and we assume a severe concussion as well. We’d like to keep them at the hospital for a few more days just to make sure we didn’t miss anything.”

“So that means?”

“They’ll be able to do everything as usual in a few weeks again and will be fully healed in a few months. For now we gave Y/N a high dosage of pain meds, which explains them sleeping. I actually wanted to lower the dosage anyway, resulting in them waking up. I’ll make an exception for you to stay here.”

Jinyoung nodded along to the explanation of the doctor, turning around to you when the doctor mentioned he could stay. He didn’t even wait for the doctor to say anything else before he walked over to you, pulling a chair next to your bed.

You were covered in bandages and bruises. You looked so frail like this and Jinyoung’s heart twisted in pain. With trembling fingers he placed his hands on your hand, leaning down to kiss the back of it.

Jinyoung had no idea how much time passed and he even had the inkling he fell asleep for a while, but when you groaned in pain he felt wide awake. He stared at your face with wide eyes, gently squeezing your hand with his. “Y/N?”

You opened your eyes, blinking rapidly to get a clear vision. Your eyes roamed around the unfamiliar room until they landed on Jinyoung’s form. You noticed the tears welling up in his eyes and how his lower lips trembled as he smiled at you. “Where am I?” You rasped, wincing in pain.

“Hospital”, Jinyoung answered softly and stood up, grabbing a glass of water and helping you to drink it. “You got caught in an accident ten minutes after you stormed out of our apartment.”

Your face twisted in displeasure while the memories flooded your brain. “Ugh.” You closed your eyes as a sob ripped through your body. “Can you hold me?” You barely managed to ask Jinyoung before you started crying, overwhelmed with all the emotions crashing back into you.

Jinyoung didn’t even hesitate and carefully climbed onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your form. He rubbed over your back and mumbled sweet nothings in hopes of calming you down again.

Despite the pain you turned on your side and hid your face in Jinyoung’s chest, clinging with your fingers on his shirt while you continued to cry.

“I thought I would die and never see you again”, you whispered after a while, having calmed down enough to speak again. “I was so scared I’d never see you again.”

Jinyoung kissed the top of your head, gently squeezing you against his chest. He didn’t know how to respond, yet he wanted to comfort you at all costs. “It’s my fault”, he murmured, “if my jealous ass could have just stayed quiet.” He laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I was so angry and idiotic but when you didn’t come back… I never want to experience that again.”

“Me neither.”

Both of you stayed silent for a while, simply basking in the presence of each other.

Jinyoung felt your beating heart against his chest, felt your slow evening breaths on his skin. He smelt your shampoo, combined with the sterile hospital scent and remnants of gasoline from the crash. He looked down at your form, smiling softly when you tilted your head back and met his eyes. “I love you.”

Neither of you reacted surprised by the confession, nor did you freak out by it. Instead you stretched your neck - once again ignoring the pain - and gently kissed him on the lips. “I love you too.”

Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland

#got7writerscollective #kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #wkcnet #kvanity #thekpopuniverse #park jinyoung #got7 #got7 jinyoung #one shot #filipendulous #kpop #idol

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daemour · 7 months

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banner by @classicscreations

Pairing: Yugyeom x barista gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, light crack

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, nothing serious

WC: 813

Summary: Yugyeom...is a hot mess. But maybe it's worth it.

Yugyeom…is a hot mess. If you could describe him in three words, that would be all the vocabulary you need. He stays up indescribably late, he ignores his allergies in favour of getting pets and not cleaning his house, the list is just too long. You’d think as a twenty-three-year-old he would have some basic life skills down. But alas. He does not.

Take now, for instance. Yugyeom is standing in line at a local cafe, and yet he doesn’t know what to order. And instead of looking at the menu, he’s staring at the case of bagels, hoping that maybe that would spark some inspiration as to what to order.

“I can take the next customer!” Shit. Yugyeom walks up to the register and it definitely doesn’t help that the employee is adorable, with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. Look, Yugyeom’s a fucking simp, all right? “Hi, what can I get you today?”

“Um.” Yugyeom’s panicking. “Can I have a black coffee with…um…caramel?”

The barista nods, lips pressed together to avoid laughing at Yugyeom’s questionable order. Still cute. Their name tag reads (Y/N) and Yugyeom mouths the name, letting it roll off his tongue. (Silently though, he doesn’t think he could take even more embarrassment.) “Would you like anything else with that?”

“No, thanks.” The pin pad beeps and Yugyeom goes to slide his card. He swipes it cleanly once. Then twice. Then a third time. Why isn’t his card working? Yugyeom panics harder, sliding it once more.

“You’re sliding the wrong side,” (Y/N) kindly interjects, a smile still on their face. Yugyeom clamps his mouth shut and he can hear his teeth clack together as he flips his card and tries once more.

Again with the error. Yugyeom sweats and he might actually cry if this keeps up. (Y/N) is staring at the keypad, smile gone, with a look that Yugyeom can’t quite name on their face. Probably confusion at how this grown man can’t seem to swipe a card correctly. “Um…you’re now swiping the card upside down.”

Yugyeom wishes really, really hard that he could just disappear on the spot. But alas, the world is against him today and any other day. “Sorry,” he mumbles out instead, swiping the card correctly this time.

“That’s all right,” (Y/N) smiles kindly, “I’ve had those days too.” Yugyeom offers a wobbly smile in return, turning to leave so that the next customer can order.

Except…as previously mentioned…the world is working against him. He trips over his own feet and crashes right into the pastry display. A loud, resounding crack is heard and Yugyeom regrets deciding to even step out of his apartment for the day. He slowly lifts his head from where he smacked it against the counter and winces at the large crack going through the glass pane. He’s glad it didn’t shatter but…he sighs at the amount he will have to pay to repair that.

“Oh, my God,” he can hear them gasp. “Jinyoung, come out here and take orders. Someone fell down.” Yugyeom silently appreciates how they didn’t call attention to how it was definitely his fault that he fell. He carefully sits back up, eyes trained on the floor as a sense of defeat overcomes him.

A warm hand touches his shoulder gently. “Sorry,” Yugyeom mumbles out before they can say anything, not even looking up from the floor. “I’ll pay for the damages.”

“Don’t worry about that,” (Y/N) tells him, “we’ll figure that out later. Come to the back and sit down, your head’s bleeding.”

Yugyeom nods and lets them lead him into the backroom, where they sit him down and quickly run to grab a cool, damp towel. As they press it to his head, they cluck their tongue and sigh, and Yugyeom feels the need to apologise. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t know why I’m so clumsy today.”

They laugh a little. “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us. I just hope you’re not too badly hurt, yeah?” They subconsciously drum their fingers against his head and a shiver runs down Yugyeom’s spine.

“Thank you,” he mumbles out again and smiles up at them shyly from underneath his bangs. “...Could I buy you a coffee?”

(Y/N)'sr eyes crinkle as they return his smile. “Sorry, I don’t drink coffee.” His heart almost stops in embarrassment for the second time today, but then they continue talking. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to tea.”

“Tea? I could do that. When are you off? We could go to that new place across the street?” Yugyeom’s shy and he just knows if his roommates catch wind of this the teasing will never end.

“It’s a date.”

Yugyeom falls off the chair but even through the sound of their laughter, he can’t help but grin. Maybe his ineptitude is worth it.

#got7writerscollective #kvanity #wkcnet #got7 #got7 fanfiction #got7 fanfic #got7 fic #got7 x reader #got7 fluff #got7 crack #got7 yugyeom #yugyeom #yugyeom fanfiction #yugyeom fanfic #yugyeom fic #yugyeom x reader #yugyeom fluff #yugyeom crack

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hwangyeonjun · 1 year

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January 6th

pairing: lim jaebeom x gn!reader

genre: fluff

birthday party masterlist

you were pacing around the room like crazy, hand on your chin as you stared at the ground. you were actually going insane.

“y/n, relax” jinyoung mumbled and you turned to look at him, only to see all six boys looking at you with so much concern in their eyes.

“i can’t” you whined. “what if he doesn’t like it?” you asked, hands flying everywhere around you out of frustration.

jinyoung rolled his eyes and elbowed jackson, signaling for him to continue the conversation.

“he will like it. jaebeom likes everything that includes you” he reassured. “plus, you did amazing. look around, the place is beautiful and you got him something that he’s been wanting for a very long time”

you did as told and looked around the room that you’ve been standing in. you have to agree, your living room does look amazing with all the balloons and confetti. the table was full of jaebeom’s favourite food that you’ve made yourself.

the birthday boy himself is on his way home, having no clue what is waiting for him, thinking that you’re not home since you told him beforehand that you’ll be working until late.

the boys also helped you prepare but most importantly, they came which will be a huge surprise for jaebeom since he haven’t seen them in a while, especially jackson, who has been in china for most of the time.

you were content, knowing that your boyfriend is surrounded by good people who genuinely love him and even though you are panicking right now, deep down you know that no matter how this is going to turn out, he will be happy.

your eyes widened when you heard the key jiggling on the other side of the door. you quickly hurried everyone to go in their spots and turned off the lights, threatening the people around you to stay quiet.

jaebeom walked in, humming a familiar song and walked into the living room. it took him a few seconds to find the light switch and when he turned on the light, all of you started screaming “surprise” while yugyeom and bambam threw confetti at jaebeom.

he was stunned, eyes wide, mouth open with a peace of confetti stuck to his lip. his eyes locked with yours and then the biggest grin spread on his face.

“baby” he whispered and immediately pulled you into a hug.

you didn’t even notice the tears of joy on his face until he started hugging his members and it made your heart burst. he was happy, and that’s all you wanted.

#lim jaebeom #lim jaebeom x reader #lim jaebeom fluff #jay b #jay b x reader #jay b fluff #got7 #got7 fluff #got7 x reader #got7 imagine

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chaestats · 9 months

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BG MASTERLIST

BTS

Namjoon

Seokjin

Suga

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

OT7

NCT

Taeyong

Yuta

Mark

Kun

Johnny

Jeno

Jisung

Haechan

Doyoung

Ten

Xiaojun

Yangyang

Jungwoo

Jaemin

Winwin

Renjun

Chenle

Jaehyun

Taeil

Hendery

OT20

TXT

Yeonjun

Soobin

Beomgyu

Taehyun

Hyuka

OT5

Mtl with their fav cum spots

STRAY KIDS

Chan

Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Insecurity drabble gn!reader is struggling with ed

Han

Felix

Seungmin

Drabble where gn!reader loses a family member

Jeongin

Insecurity drabble fem!reader is chubby

OT8

Mtl to be down for a threesome & who would it be with

Mtl from the biggest to the smallest

MONSTA X

Shownu

Jooheon

Hyungwon

Minhyuk

Changkyun

Kihyun

+ Wonho (my bb)

OT7

ATEEZ

Hongjoong

Mingi

Seonghwa

Yunho

San

Wooyoung

Jongho

Yeosang

OT8

ENHYPEN

Heeseung

Jay

Jake

Sunghoon

Jungwon

Sunoo

Niki (No nsfw!)

OT7

GOT7

Jaebum

Yugyeom

Jackson

Bambam

Youngjae

Jinyoung

Mark

OT7

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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Got7′s Reaction to...Your Time of the Month

Backstory: You cancel date night because your period is kicking your ass

Mark

Mark’s been through this before, thanks to his sisters. He even has an app to keep track of everything himself. He planned date night with the possibility of your period coming into play. Mark is at your door with flowers and a new stuffy that also acts as a heating pad since you like to cuddle so much. He brings dinner to you from that restaurant that you wanted to try and later orders dessert to be delivered right to your door. The two of you are on the couch, your head reading on Mark’s lap while he massages your temples and pecks your nose playfully.

“Babe? Surprise! I hope you’re up for cuddles and chocolate!”

Jaebeom

This man is hands on. He is rubbing your back, using that super expensive body creme that you love so much. He remembered that you were running low and thought this was the best time to gift you with more...yes you did cry. Jaebeom’s fingers works their magic while you scroll through his phone trying to decide what you want to eat for dinner. You want something spicy and sweet. Keeping you in his arms, Jaebeom digs his fingers into your lower back and lets you absorb his body heat.

“Feeling better, babe? No? Just take a nap. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jackson

The moment he receives your text message, he’s already driving to the store with a mental checklist. He’s buying your favorite candy, tea and ramen. He even makes it a point to stop at that little bakery you love so much and gets your favorite cake. When Jackson shows up to your place, he is bundling you up in a warm blanket and hand feeding you which ever food you want first while giving you endless cuddles.

“Want more candy? Drink? Does it still hurt? Want me to kiss it better?”

Jinyoung

Canceling date night is a strong no. Jinyoung comes over to your place all dressed up and when he sees you on the couch stuffing your face with treats he sighs. Jinyoung settles beside you and pulls your feet into his lap, rubbing your feet and calves while you put on a movie. He’s okay with a date night in, no worries.

*sighs* “You’re really feeling it tonight huh? Did you need me to grab anything before you pass out?”

Youngjae

Youngjae is worried, very worried. He knows that your period isn’t fun at all, hell the last time it landed you in the hospital. He brings out the big guns and asks his eomma for her famous beef stir-fry recipe and gets to work. He even stops by her house to steal some homemade kimchi. At your place, Youngjae won’t let you move a finger. He is at your beck and call, treating you like the royalty that you are. The candy and little kisses to your forehead while you snuggle Coco is a wonderful bonus.

“Awe, my baby...I-I got eomma’s beef stir-fry recipe! Just wait a little and we can eat, kay? Get some rest, my lovely. Coco, your on watch until I’m done!”

Bambam

Can you say extra? This man is at your door with half the pharmacy and the ice cream aisle in his arms. Bambam makes sure to settle you in bed, making a fortress of pillows and the new heated blanket he got you. It’s nothing but sweet kisses and soothing words as he pulls out a handheld massager and starts working on your lower back and shoulders.

*struggling to turn on the massager* “Get comfy while I figure this thing out...oh! Nevermind, I got it!”

Yugyeom

Your pain is Yugyeom’s pain. The poor guy is doing the best he can at keeping you comfy, all nice and tucked away in your bed. He flew to your house with nothing but his love and Dalkyum. Thankfully you have everything you need to help ease the pain. Yugyeom orders food and he runs to the corner store to get treats, Facetiming you to make sure he gets everything that you would want along with some extra pain medicine.

“Okay, now what do you want, babe? Chocolate? Which one?”

#got7 x gn reader #got7 reactions #soc got7 #mark tuan #lim jaebeom #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #it's been a while yeah

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chogiwapadada · 2 years

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Take a Break

header edited by me do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; park jinyoung x gn reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none

word count; 490 and some change

a/n; written for @onlychans - i am trying to get better at writing fluff so i decided to use my friends to do this. i used this list as prompts. this will be linked on the @peachybun-bun one-offs.

Jinyoung smiles as he peeks up from his laptop that rests on the kitchen table in front of him as you walk past him for the fifth time. His brow raises in curiosity as he reaches up to take off his glasses, sitting them off to the side as he focuses on you fully trying to figure out if you were simply pacing or if there was some purpose to the trail you were making into the carpet.

You blow out a puff of air upward towards your forehead as your hair falls in front of your eyes before you make another trip into the kitchen. You had been traveling from the kitchen through the dining room past the table not paying much mind to the eyes that were now fixed on you. There was purpose to your madness, Jinyoung brought his work home and you had given yourself a list of chores and reorganizing your nicer dishes was on that list.

A smirk is hidden behind Jinyoung’s index finger as he rests his chin on his thumb as he watches you stack a pile of dishes precariously in your arms before once again walking the same path past him into the kitchen. He can’t help but to let out a breathy laugh when he hears you curse softly to yourself when you obviously struggle to put them down softly.

You purse your lips giving them a once over not finding anything broken before quickly wanting to grab the last of the dishes as you move towards the cabinet only to gasp when hands grip at your hips pulling you towards the table. “Jinyoung! I’m almost done.” You hear him laugh this time as his arms circle you, pulling you onto his lap as he gives you an adoring look with a shake of his head.

“And they will be there in 10 minutes. Take a break. You are wearing a hole into our floor with your pacing.” You sigh trying to sound annoyed but your smile betrays you when you meet Jinyoung’s eyes and feel his thumbs glide over your skin just under your shirt. “I wasn’t pacing…I was working diligently.”

Jinyoung nods scrunching up his face teasingly before he leans towards you. “You were. I’m not arguing with that. I just want a kiss.” You nudge his nose with yours playfully as he tries to kiss you making him laugh as he leans back in shock as you smirk softly. “Tease…”

Laughing you shake your head as one of his hands slide up your back to your neck as his lips press small playful kisses to your jaw and chin before he finally meets your lips silencing you. Pulling back you bite your lip softly and give him the same adoring look he had given you before meeting his lips again deepening the kiss. You melt into his embrace giving in for a few minutes leaving your chores behind.

#jinyoung #got7 #ficscafe #jinyoung fluff #got7 fluff #jinyoung x reader #got7 x reader #park jinyoung

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mingsolo · 9 months

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m.list

i write mostly for ateez. (with some monsta x, seventeen, txt, got7 and maybe other in the way).

random drabbles. stories that aren't long enough to put on masterlist go here, mostly untitled.

fic tag. rec fics + any fic related post. block this and my fic if you wish to filter fanfic content.

note: i tend to go with gn for most stories, unless they have smut in which case the reader will be female.

✸

ATEEZ

yeosang—

mistaken. [an unfortunate attempt to end your life strikes on your own honeymoon. what else could go wrong with your recently arranged marriage?] 6k. angst, smut, romance

ot8 + poly fics—

so good for us. [Back at home from your anniversary dinner, your boyfriends reveal a very special surprise that would turn your night into a ocassion you won't forget anytime soon]. 4k. smut, established relationship, poly au.

GOT7

jinyoung—

hella good. [jinyoung comes to the party trying to ruin your date, but he finds himself having to make a decision in the process] 4k. smut, angst, [kinda] exes to lovers

SEVENTEEN

wonwoo—

pause + play. [a couple of interesting encounters with the cute glasses guy that comes to the vhs store lead to something special, done for the 90s collab] meet cute, strangers to lovers, fluff

#masterlist #index

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leejeongz · 2 years

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I don't know if you're still active or...but can you please do cix reaction to s/o always asks for permission to kiss them even tho they been dating for 2-3 months thank you💕 I really enjoyed your writings❤️

cix reaction to you asking for permission to kiss them

pairing: boyf!cix x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of consent (positively!), mentions of food (bx)

a/n: thank you so much! i really appreciate your compliment 🥺🫶🏼

bx ･:，｡★ﾟ

waiting in line for your ice cream, byounggon noticed you getting a little nervous.

“i’ll order for you, tell me what you want,” he reassured.

“really? thank you! can i have strawberry, with strawberry sauce and lots of multicoloured sprinkles, please?” you asked excitedly as he nodded, rehearsing your order in his head. “can i also maybe,” you started to get shyer as your sentence went on, capturing you boyfriend’s attention once again, “give you a kiss? just a little peck, or more, only if it’s okay.”

he smiled, his bottom lip protruding a little involuntarily at your cuteness. his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you in closer, looking down at you and giggling.

“of course you can, baby, you don’t have to ask.”

he leaned in towards you as you thanked him under your breath. his free hand came up to cup your face, stroking his thumb gently over your ear as your lips met, a safe and familiar feeling for the both of you.

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seunghun ･:，｡★ﾟ

you sneezed violently into the tissue that your boyfriend had handed to you merely seconds before.

“that was impressive, y/n,” seunghun laughed, extending the trash can towards you as you wiped your nose. “hay fever got you bad this year?”

you shook your head “this is mild,” you started to feel another sneeze coming on, but it soon passed. “sometimes, my eyes swell up so much that i can’t even see.” he stroked your hair as you spoke, only able to imagine how horrible it must feel. you wiped your watery eyes with a clean tissue and began to speak once again “but since it’s not contagious… can i have a kiss? pleaseeeee?” you begged, feeling sorry for yourself.

seunghun’s elbow propped him up on the bed next to you, his other hand tickling at your torso. “i appreciate you asking,” he smiled, before leaning down and pressing a light kiss to your plump lips “but next time, you can just dramatically pull me in and kiss me, got it?”

jinyoung ･:，｡★ﾟ

peeling the face mask off your face, jinyoung paused, “you know, you’re naturally really really pretty.”

you blushed, smiling shyly but trying to hide it because you knew he’d tease you for it. “you’ve never noticed that before?” you ask, feigning an eye roll.

“every day,” he continued to peel the sheet mask and eventually dropped it into the bin, “but i feel like i don’t tell you enough.”

“jinyoung, can i kiss you?” you asked another question, this one taking him by surprise.

he leaned in, answering with actions, placing his lips on your own and whispering something inaudible. you puckered as his lips gently moved against yours and, only a few milliseconds later, he did the same.

“just do it next time, silly,” jinyoung smirked, his thumb stroking over your hand as you pulled away from the kiss.

yonghee ･:，｡★ﾟ

you took the cuddly octopus in your arms, squeezing it tightly and smiling with pure joy. “thank you so much, i love it!”

yonghee patted your head “it’s adorable, just like you.”

you looked up to your boyfriend, flashing him a beaming smile “yonghee, i could kiss you right now!”

he smiled back at you, butterflies erupting in his stomach at the thought of you initiating a kiss.

“can i?” you added and he nodded his head. you got onto your tiptoes and pressed a delicate, yet meaningful peck to his lips, shortly followed by another.

“i should do that more often, look how shy you’ve become, so cute!” you pointed to the pink cuddly toy in your arms to mimic the colour of his cheeks.

“please do. and next time, you don’t have to ask, that will make me more flustered i think.”

hyunsuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

“i missed you!” you hooked your hand over hyunsuk’s shoulder as best you could considering the height difference, walking along the rocky path leading to the lake, the prettiest date you could have ever imagined.

“it’s only been two days… but i missed you too.” he giggled, awkwardly reaching out for your hand which obviously wasn’t there.

you pulled at his shoulder slightly, gently so that he wouldn’t get hurt but still enough to turn him to face you as you continued to walk.

“can i give you a kiss? i’ve just miss you soooo much,” you asked, a radiant smile beaming across your face as hyunsuk reciprocated.

hyunsuk veered you both to the grassy part next to the path, your hand fell perfectly into his as you stood to your tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.

“do you think you could kiss me more often?” hyunsuk asked, whispering so that no passerby could hear his question.

“sure!”

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stay-mon-army · 9 months

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Love After Lock-Up

Warnings: reader went to prison, family disappointment/not accepting, implied violence

Word Count: 2,356 words

Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x gn!reader

Requested?: yes, by @crzy-devil - I hope this isn’t horrible, I’m so sorry it took me so long to complete. I’m also sorry I went off the grid for like months 😭

Dear Jinyoung,

Life in prison is surprisingly dull! I have so much spare time to just think. I spend most of my time thinking about you and all our times together before I got into this stupid mess. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I can’t be with you now. I hope things are going good for you at home and you aren’t missing me too much. I’m going to be released soon, and I can’t wait to be home with you. Do you think you could pick me up? I want your face to be the first I see when I’m finally free to be with you again. Maybe we can go to a cafe and just talk. You can tell me all about what I missed while I was away. I miss hearing your voice and holding your hand. I mostly just miss being near you. I’ll see you soon, my love! Wait for me, I swear it’ll all be worth it soon.

Love,

Y/N

On the day of your release from prison, you couldn’t wait to see Jinyoung. He had written you back and promised that he would be there to pick you up. You collected your belongings from the guard at the front desk and make your way to the exit before you.

It’s an overcast day; the sun is hidden behind rolling clouds, but thankfully it isn’t raining. As you step out into the crisp fall day, you spot a black car, and leaning against it, the love of your life. You face breaks into a smile and you see his face mirror yours as he pushes away from the hood of his car. For a second, you can’t move. It had been months since you had seen him, and it felt like a dream to finally see him here, in person, smiling at you and waiting for you like some prince. You hardly deserved him.

You broke out of your frozen state as he steps closer to you. You throw yourself into his arms, holding onto him as he buries his head into your neck. He squeezes you close to him, and you feel him breathe deeply against your neck, trying not to cry. You both had missed each other so much, it was hard not to tear up as you’re finally able to hold each other again and feel each others love like this.

After a moment, you pull away, moving your hands from around his waist up to cup his face. You take a moment just looking over his face as he gazes down at you, his eyes wet and shining but full of love. Finally, you pull him down to place your lips against his gently, slowly, enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours again after so long. His lips are gentle against yours as well, not pushing or pressuring but slowly exploring yours, matching your pace. It feels new and fresh, but also so comforting and safe, like coming home after a long, uncomfortable work day.

Finally, you let go of each other and he steps back to open the car door for you. You slide into the seat, placing your small bag of personal items between your feet as he closes the door and rounds the car to get into the drivers seat. He slides into his seat, clicking his seatbelt into place and starting the car smoothly. You missed the gentle ease he had with all his movements, like everything came naturally to him. His smooth movements, his gentle air, his ability to simultaneously fill a room and quiet the edges of a growing tension— all of him was so unlike everything that you were. Everything was so effortless to him and your love for him was only made sharper as he seemed to cleanly sweep away all your dirty secrets, round out your abrasive edges, dulled any growing fires of rage — he truly made you a better person by simply loving you.

He turns to flash you a smile, one hand gripping the wheel as he drives, the other reaching over to rest upon your thigh. You didn’t even realize he had started driving but you look out the window now and see the scenery change as he takes you away from that horrible place.

“What are you thinking about?” God, you had missed his voice. You nearly melt in your seat, those months of fear and stress and discomfort washing away with just the timbre of his voice.

“How much I missed you.” You answer honestly, letting your hand drift to run gentle circles and twirls around the skin of his hand and arm that’s reaching across the center console to touch you. You glance over at his side profile as he drives; his sharp jawline, the line of his nose, the prominence of his lips. Now that you’ve got him back, you’ve decided to commit him to memory. You had no intentions of ever leaving him again, but today, you would drink in as much of him as you could to make up for all that lost time. “Where are we going?”

“You said we should go to a cafe and catch up, so I’m taking you to Belle Fleur.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling up as he hears your soft gasp.

“Where we had our first date. Jinyoung, you’re too sweet.” You tear up again, which you’re sure you’ll do a million times throughout the day. No doubt being with him again was going to have you emotional. Lord knows you had cried plenty while you were in jail because of how much you missed him.

He doesn’t respond, just flipping his hand over to hold yours as he smiles out the windshield as he drives. He never had to say much of anything for you to feel the love he had for you.

You drive in relative silence for a while, the only sound being the gentle music floating from the radio. You enjoy the silence; you didn’t get a lot of quiet time in prison, with so many other people crammed into such a small place with little privacy.

Finally, Jinyoung pulls into the parking lot of the sweet little cafe and he lets you go just long enough for you both to hop out of the car. He opens the door to the cafe for you and guides you up to the counter with a hand resting on the small of your back, protective and possessive, just what you loved about him. He wasn’t overly possessive by any means, but the small signs to show off that you belonged with each other made your stomach erupt into butterflies.

He ordered for you at the counter, memorizing your favorite order even after so long not hearing it. You try to hide your smile, a feeling of exaltation you’ve never felt before spreading through you.

He takes both of your orders and you lead the way over to a small table in the corner by the windows. You like getting to people watch— you used to spend hours with a good drink and some snacks, just watching people going about their normal days through the windows of a cafe, feeling small and yet complete.

Jinyoung sits before you, a smile on his face as he pushes your drink your way, takes his own, and settles the baked goods you had picked out between you on the table. You watch his movements quietly, just drinking in his existence for another moment. Finally he stops, turning his eyes back to you as he cups his hands around his coffee.

“So,” you say, settling back into your seat and bringing your drink up to your lips for a sip. “Tell me everything I missed.”

~~~

You spent hours at that table with Jinyoung, catching up on all the little things you both experienced over the last few months. You were surprised by how normal life continued to be for you both— that despite the weird place you had found yourself in, both of you were still alive and healthy and back together, and nothing bad had happened to either of you.

Finally, the store began to close and it was time for you both to leave. You didn’t have a place of your own anymore, so you had to find someplace to stay. However, before you could panic, Jinyoung offered to let you stay with him and his family for a little while, until you found a job and your own place. You had been talking about moving in together before everything had gone wrong anyway, so you didn’t think it would be weird or difficult. You loved each other; it was only natural that you would want to spend your time together.

You hadn’t taken into account, however, that Jinyoung lived with his family, who might have different thoughts on everything than you two.

When you finally got back to Jinyoung’s house, you were ready to collapse into bed and rest for hours. The rush of getting ready to see Jinyoung again and the adrenaline of finally being out in the real world again had worn off and you could feel your body growing sluggish and lazy.

However, as you entered the house, you could tell instantly it wasn’t going to be that easy.

You could hear the TV running in the living room as you and Jinyoung took off your shoes and slid into the slippers in the hallway. He places a hand on your back as you both enter the house, as though he also senses the way the air feels charged as you both pass into view of his family. His mother reaches for the remote, slowly raising it to mute the tv before them before sinking back into the couch, her face blank of any emotions.

Jinyoung leads you into the living room, his hand both a comfort and a guiding hand into the lions den.

“Mom, dad, you remember (Y/N). They’re going to be staying with us for a little while, until they can get back on their feet.” His tone is kind yet firm, meant to show respect to his parents but that he wouldn’t be taking criticism about the situation. You swallow, folding your hands before you in the hopes to look respectful as well. The last thing you need is to look like some heathen come to impose and make a mess of their lives. You just wanted to fix everything.

His father stands, back straight as a rod as he looks first over you, then his son.

“I will not let some miscreant live in my house. I can excuse your absolutely idiotic feelings for this felon, but I refuse to allow them to live under my roof.” His voice is void of emotions, nearly calm. And yet you don’t miss the slight shake in his hands, like he’s trying so hard not to throw something.

“Father-”

“No.” His mother cuts in now, also standing. “You will listen to your father. If you wish to waste your life chasing after someone who wishes to ruin both of your lives, that is your right, but you will not bring some heathen into our household without our permission. If your father says they cannot stay, then they cannot stay. That is final.”

“Then I will be leaving.” Jinyoung doesn’t bat an eye, but you do. You turn to him quickly, placing a hand to his chest, whispering his name quietly. He doesn’t look at you, however. He simply stands there, staring into his fathers eyes. “If you refuse to allow me to help (Y/N) in this household, then I’m moving out. I’ll get us an apartment somewhere. But know that I will not be leaving (Y/N) alone. They went to jail for me.”

“Jinyoung, stop.”

You don’t glance between him and his parents, seeing the way his mother straightens behind his father, whose eyes have darkened. You push gently on his chest, hoping to back him away from the situation. You will leave, you can figure something else out, he doesn’t have to ruin his relationship with his family.

“No, (Y/N), it’s time that they learn the truth. (Y/N) was arrested because they were defending me. The people they supposedly assaulted? They were harassing me, and when (Y/N) stepped in to get them to leave us alone, things escalated and (Y/N) did what they needed to keep us safe. The courts wouldn’t listen, but that doesn’t make them any worse of a person. They did what I couldn’t do.” He looks down at you, meeting your eyes for the first time since entering the house. “They saved me.”

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Neither of you had talked about what went down that day. Neither of you wanted to think about the horrible things that happened, and the even worse things that could’ve happened if you hadn’t reacted so quickly.

His parents don’t move, don’t make a sound as you begin to cry into Jinyoung’s shoulder. That he would defend you now, after all this time defending him, broke your heart to pieces. He pulls you back to look into your eyes once again.

“I love you, (Y/N), and I won’t let anyone keep me away from you for another moment.” And with that he kissed you, in front of his parents, as though he wasn’t baring his very soul to you and them. As though this didn’t mean the world to you. As though he didn’t risk throwing away his relationship with his family for you.

“They can stay.” You almost don’t believe your ears, and by the time you turn around to face them, both of his parents have turned and are heading back towards their room.

You turn back to Jinyoung, your face softening as you see the grin splitting his face as though you had agreed to marry him.

“The truth will set you free. And now, you’re all mine.” He whispers, leaning in for one more kiss.

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