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junhong-ah · 6 years

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Not alone [Jongup] // Halloween Mini-Series

words: 900+ • characters: • reader x jongup • genre: spooky fluff

Welcome to the first part of my little B.A.P. Halloween-themed-series. Over the next few days I will upload a chapter per member (so 6 overall) that is somehow related to Halloween. Happy reading Halloween! Inspired by @rosegukk and her Halloween Drabbles. (Be sure to check them out!)

Summary: Your first Halloween together should be memorable. And even if you haven't planned anything out of the ordinary, a romantic-creepy evening quickly turns into a real nightmare.

Turning from one side to the other, you looked critically at your reflection in the mirror, standing in your bedroom. You've never been really good at planning your own Halloween costume, but this time you were kind of happy with it. Maybe because you and your boyfriend decided to wear costumes with masks, so you wouldn't have to work hours and hours on a creepy make-up that would only end up being creepy because you failed miserably.

So Jongup came up with the idea of dressing up as a purge-couple and you simply loved that idea. You chose an sexy white dress-costume with lots of fake blood on it, some matching high heels and with that scary mask you really looked like you wanted to join purge night. It was simple, but perfect.

As the doorbell rang, you literally jumped downstairs to open the door. You simply loved Halloween as much as your boyfriend did, so you've been waiting all day for the first trick-or-treaters to appear at your door. Your Mask was in your hair because you didn't want to scare those poor children too much. But as you opened, there was somebody else. Jongup.

“Wow! That costume really is convincing. You might terrify a few too many children” you chuckled, while you sized him up. He was wearing a nice suit that perfectly matched his body shape and even with that much fake blood spread all over, he simply looked gorgeous. The fake weapon in his hand looked damn real, so did the blood. “What are you doing here so early?”

As he removed the mask he was giving you his unique smile, that melted your heart every single time. ”I wanted to see you, I couldn't wait any longer!” He looked directly into your eyes and you blushed a little. “Babe, you look stunning!” And with that he pulled you close to deep kiss you.

A soft breeze came up, tickling your neck while you were kissing, and caused you goose bumps. It was unusual warm for this time of the year all day long so you didn't really knew where that breeze was coming from. The next second it was gone and you didn't think about it anymore.

You decided to watch a movie as it was too early to go to the party. Besides, you liked the idea of being alone with Jongup for a longer time and watch some movies to get the real Halloween feeling.

At some point the doorbell rang again and Jongup jumped off of the couch and pulled down his mask with a mischievous grin on his face. As he grabbed his bloody weapon you just looked up at him, frowning. Poor children, you thought.

“Come on, just let me scare a few trick-or-treaters” he begged and you just laughed.

“You're going to horrify them!”

“It'll build character.” And with that, he left the living room to open the door. You heard the kids laugh and some amused cries and you just shook your head while you tried to picture Killer-Jongup in front of these poor kids. But it was Halloween after all, so the kids were probably prepared for something like that.

During the evening you took turns to open the door for the children and when the first movie was over, you went to the terrace. It was already dark and without the bright full moon in the sky you wouldn’t have seen your hand in front of your eyes. It was the perfect Halloween night.

“Wow, the moon looks beautiful tonight” you said deep in thoughts so you didn't see the smirk on your boyfriends face.

“Thanks.”

You looked at him wondering, since it took you a while to understand that joke. Then you laughed and slapped him playfully, because even if he really was beautiful, you didn't mean it that way. And of course he knew that.

Jongup wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer to him while he was looking deep into your eyes. “I really enjoy this evening.” You blushed a little and a big smile grew on your face. It was your first Halloween together and you were hoping it would be memorable.

“Me too” you said, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his lips. From the corner of your eye you saw a strange frame but as you looked at it, it was gone. Your eyes widened while you pulled away from Jongup.

“Something wrong?”

“I thought I saw… nevermind.” Maybe your imagination played tricks on you or something, but it looked like someone was watching you. Only for a second.

“Halloween's really getting to you, huh?” he said chuckling while his embrace tightened around you.

You just smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him again and to forget about that strange feeling building up in your stomach. Something definitely was wrong, but you tried to ignore that bad feeling. And feeling Jongup's body so close helped you to calm down again very fast.

Your eyes were closed while you just enjoyed the moment being so close to him and so did he. His hand stroke your back and soon everything was okay again. That's when he whispered something in your ear, that you didn’t quite get.

“Mmm, I appreciated that little murmuring you did in my ear” you said, opening your eyes again just to freeze in your movement.

“That wasn't me.”

There was this frame again. And this time it stayed.

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cazziamo · 6 years

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Heat Resistance (m)

requested: yes

bap jongup smut? ;)

Group/Member: B.A.P./ Moon Jongup

word count: 3.7k words

summary: The heat was ruthless, both day and night. But your boyfriend, however, was the most ruthless of them all.

The summers were hot. Hot most likely wasn’t a word descriptive enough to get the full feeling across. Scorching, broiling, searing, blistering, scalding, roasting- the list could go on and on. While the days were absolutely horrible, filled with cold showers and numerous trips to the water fountains and countless dollars spent on batteries for your little hand held fan, the nights offered no relief whatsoever. The nights were spent tossing and turning, sweating enough that the hairs falling out of your haphazard ponytails and buns and braids sticking to your forehead and neck. The nights were filled with irritated kicks at the covers and sheets, sleeping with one leg out or with the covers gone altogether in an attempt to reach a comfortable temperature; sometimes the discomfort was so bad that you disregarded the bed altogether and slept on the cool hardwood floors of your shared apartment, using nothing but a pillow to support your head.

Honestly, you would put money on the fact that maybe you wouldn’t be so hot at night if you didn’t share a bed with someone who had the body temperature of a space heater, who also preferred to cuddle at night. You loved your boyfriend, and the safety and security you felt being encased in his arms at night- really, you did- but it was just too hot.So no matter how you tried to endure the heat for the sake of comfort and to feed the general craving for late night intimacy, you always wound up pushing him away, or waiting for him to fall asleep so you could slip your way from his arms.

“Jong,” you would whine, pushing slightly against his chest. “Come on, it’s too hot.” Most of the time, Jongup would groan in complain, but he would otherwise comply and let go.

There were also the times where you would finally manage to find peace in your bed, but just as you begin to drift away into the realm of sleep, Jongup would stir. Nine times out of ten, he would roll over with his eyes still closed, throat still rough from sleep, and reach out for you. His arms would pull you to him, pressing his chest heatedly against your back, pulling you in close enough that you could feel every inch of his hard-on that would press into the crease of your bum. As much as you loved him and as much as you loved having sex with him, it was just too fucking hot.

“Jong,” you would whine again, pushing slightly against his chest. “Come on, it’s too hot.” Usually, he would give in and let you go again, willing himself to sleep, although admittedly with a huge pout on his lips.

Jongup was never a pusher to begin with. He was actually rather shy when it came to almost anything, which was one of the things that you loved about him. He never tried to force you to do something you didn’t want to, never tried to convince you of anything after the first refusal. He was always the sweetest and tended to put you before himself for pretty much everything. If he was doing the shopping, he picked mostly things he knew you liked. If he went shopping for more clothes or shoes, he always bought something for you. Even down to the TV shows you both watched, or where you went for dates, it was always whatever you wanted, your pleasure before his own. There weren’t many guys left like that in the world, and you were always astonished by the fact that you had managed to get someone like Moon Jongup. In every way, he was your own little blessing. But sometimes, you wished he would be a bit more selfish. He was shy, you understood, but being in a relationship wasn’t all about one person, no matter how much he enjoyed it that way. You wanted to do all sorts of things for him too- make his favorite meals, buy him gifts, anything to make him happy.

Tonight was like every other night at first. Your shower was cold, you pajamas covering as little skin as you could manage, and bed covers bunched at the foot of the bed, fan spinning at the top speed it could go. The night was spent tossing and turning, sweating enough that the hairs falling out of your haphazard and messy bun were sticking to your forehead and neck. The night was filled with irritated kicks at the covers and sheets, sleeping with the covers gone altogether in an attempt to reach a comfortable temperature. You were drifting in and out of a semi comfortable sleep at around three in the morning, when Jongup rolled over, grabbed you tightly around the waist and yanked you across the bed. He pulled you flush against his body, pressing his chest to your back so tightly that you could feel every dip and curve of his abdomen, as well as his usual ‘problem.’

“Babe,” He would whisper gently, starting by peppering small, opened mouth kisses up and down the sides of your neck. As his lips migrated from your neck down across your shoulders and back up to your jawline, he began to speak again. “I need a little help.”

“Jonguppie, it’s way too hot.” You whined, shoving your face into your pillow in an attempt to ignore the delicious heat licking at your backside. He sucked on the sensitive skin at the juncture of your neck, softly biting before tracing his tongue around it. “Jongup, seriously.”

“Exactly.” He retaliated, which somewhat surprised you. Usually, Jongup would have just rolled back over and gone to sleep, but this time he was pushing a bit. “It’s already hot, so what’s a bit extra gonna do? Besides,” Jongup cut himself off, rolling over so that he was half hovering over you, forearms pressed against the bed to keep him up. “You whine about the heat all the time. We should do some… resistance training. Y’know, build up some endurance.”

You could feel your resolve weakening. It was amazing, t be honest, just how easily Jongup could tur you into putty. His lips and tongue were still keeping themselves busy on your neck, although in the new position, Jongup was ducking down t press kisses along your chest, sucking particularly on your collarbones. He rolled the rest of the way over, so that he was completely on top of you, taking a second to situate himself. He was nestled in between your legs comfortably, which you had spread accommodatingly out of habit for him, one arm holding him up while the other was tracing lines along your hip. Annoyingly enough, you no longer wanted him to get off and stop so you could sleep, but instead you just wanted him to kiss you already.

“Jongup,” you breathed gently, reaching a hand up to tangle in his hair, messy from sleep. You ran your hands through it softly once, twice, then three times- but on the third time you kept your hand still at the back of his head, tugging softly on it as you brought him down into a kiss.

When your lips finally met, the concerns about the heat and your discomfort all but disappeared from your mind. His lips were soft against yours, but the kiss quickly turned into something a bit rougher, something desperate. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, biting and tugging gently, sucking on it as he went. Groaning loudly, you deepened the kiss. It was a sort of battle, tongues desperately clashing against one another, gums smashing together, noses bumping as you tried to pull each other as close as humanly possible. You pulled away for a split second just to attach you lips to the sensitive spot where his neck met his jawline and suck roughly, sure to leave a bruise. Jongup moaned loudly, long and deep and absolutely guttural, the sound shooting straight between your legs like a wildfire. Bucking your hips up, you brushed you thinly clothed sex across Jongup’s boxers, pressing every inch of your heat against his length. The resounding moan that tore from his lips- holy shit, you had never heard anything sexier.

Jongup broke away from your hold to tug off his top, a simple black sleeveless top, which was already sticking to his body from sweat. The second his skin was exposed you were on him, hands sliding up his stomach and then past his chest, running your thumbs over is nipples as you passed them. Your hands curled around his shoulder to wind around his neck again as you leaned up, chasing him for another kiss. Jongup leaned back away from you, laughing.

“You’re the one who said it was too hot.” He said, grinning.“And you’re the one who said we needed to chase the heat away.” You shot back. “Besides, what the hell, Jong? Why are you teasing me when you’re that hard?”

“Because I like you best when you’re whining.” He laughed. You smacked his shoulder, pushing yourself up and on top of Jongup. On your way up, you hastily yanked off your tank top, leaving your upper body bare.

You felt his hands before you even saw them move. They started low at your hips, before sliding up the curve of your back. One hand stayed up to tangle in your hair, winding into the strands underneath the loosened bun, while the other slipped back down and around to grab hold of a breast. Jongup sat up, keeping you straddling his lap, and roughly pulled your hair to crane your neck. As his hand massaged your left breast his mouth descended on your left. He sucked roughly on your nipple, before dragging his teeth against it and tugging. You whined loudly, grinding your hips down on his erection. He released your nipple with a loud pop and pushed you down onto the bed. His fingers dipped into the waistband of your sleep shorts and past the line of your panties,pulling them down before skimming gently along your slit once, twice, three times, before dipping inside. His fingers circled up and over your clit, flicking it gently. Your hands scrambled for purchase along Jongup’s shoulders, gripping them tightly as you moaned, rolling your hips into his hands.

“Jesus,” Jongup groaned, the veins in his neck straining as he visibly swallowed. “Holy hell, you’re wet. C-Can I…?”

You knew exactly what he was asking for. As confident as he seemed most of the time, Jongup really was a shy man. The idea if asking to eat you out itself was mortifying to him, no matter how much he enjoyed doing it, and how much you enjoyed receiving. So, he usually tried to find any way that he could to essentially beat around the bush, to ask without asking. And usually, you accepted. His lips were plump, and his tongue was long. The things he could do with his tongue- just thinking about it was enough to get you off. But this time, you didn’t want things to be about you. Jongup was always doing things for your pleasure alone, so you figured it was time do return the favor.

“No, not this time. You always go down on me, and you always do such a good job, babe.” You murmured, sitting up. You sat on your knees in front of him, pushing him gently so that he was laying flat on his back. “Let me do this for you.” With that, you began to trace your fingers lightly around the waistband of his boxers, dipping your fingers in to gently rub the skin before you began to pull his underwear off entirely. Then you grabbed him, your grip was soft, skimming your thumb up and down the side of his shaft before squeezing tightly at the base.

You felt his whole body shudder, a low groan humming through his body as he dropped his bead back. As you trailed your hand along the underside of his cock, your nails dragged against his skin, thumb circling the head of his dick before your mouth descended. His breathing hitched and the muscles in his legs tightened visibly as took him into your mouth, keeping your tongue pressed against him as you took him farther into your mouth. When you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, his hips bucked up roughly without warning, and he let out a loud moan that sounded closer to a whine.

In the time that you and Jongup had been together, this was the first time you had ever given him head. You supposed that it all boiled down to the fact that Jongup simply preferred giving to receiving, but it was something that you had always wanted to do. The image of him a whining mess beneath you, muscles straining under the effort to keep still, eyes screwed closed, fists curled into the sheets or even better yet, tightened into your hair, was one of the biggest turn ons you could think of. Even now, as you steadily worked your way up and down his cock, licking along the veins on the underside of his dick, bobbing your head up and down in varying rhythms to tease him, you were resisting the urge to rub your thighs together. There was no way that you weren’t dripping, not with the way that Jongup was moaning your name.

"[Y/N],“ He said with visible effort, lifting his head to look down at you. "Holy hell, why haven’t we done this before?” He groaned with a particularly hard suck, the hand that wasn’t holding him up flying down to tangle itself tightly into your hair. Eventually, Jongup decided to give up on being polite and letting you have your way with him. He began to tug on your hair, guiding you into a speed that he wanted. There was one particular pull on your hair that did it for you- he had roughly yanked your hair in a way that pushed you further down onto his cock, and you loved every bit of it. The stinging in your scalp had effectively traveled its way down into your dripping sex in a way you didn’t think possible. You moaned loudly, although slightly muffled by his cock, and that seemed to be the final straw for him.

With another rough tug, Jongup pulled you off of him quickly, leaving you dazed and open mouthed and panting deliciously. He pushed you back onto the bed, saying “Hurry and get on all fours.” His eyes flashed, and you knew you weren’t going to keep him waiting. Hell, you felt as though if you weren’t touched within the next ten seconds, you were going to cry.

You tugged your sleeping shorts and underwear off in one motion, tossing them somewhere randomly before turning over to settle comfortably on your knees, bending forward to settle your weight into your forearms and push your ass out. Your body was hot, unbelievably so; you could feel the flush of your skin without seeing it, and you could already tell that you had a sheen of sweat about you. You were breathing heavily, on the verge of panting, and Jongup hadn’t even touched you yet.

You soon felt his hand brushing themselves over your body; over the swell of your ass, down to your thighs, back up and around to caress your breasts, and then finally to the aching spot between your legs. By this point you knew the both of you were too worked up and impatient for any more foreplay, but Jongup had always been a tease, so he took his time. He dipped a finger in between your lower lips, dragging it down to your opening, before pushing two fingers in. His other hand continued to squeeze your ass, borderline roughly, before swinging down in a loud crack. You breathed in sharply, whining quietly as you pushed back against his hand.

“Jongup, please,” You breathed, bucking your hips against his fingers again. “No more teasing.”

“Then what do you want me to do, babe?” He asked, no doubt smirking. This way another thing you had found that Jongup had a thing for. He like to make you say things straight out, almost to the point of begging. Maybe it was the dirty talking aspect of it, or maybe it really was the begging that got him- you weren’t sure. But what you were sure of was that it got him heated up like almost nothing else. So you swallowed your pride, figuring that at this point, you’d rather be fucked than hold onto the last bit of dignity.

“Please, Jongup,” you began to whine again, rotating your hips. “Please, please, just fuck me already. Please, Jong!”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He said teasingly, leaning down to press kisses along your shoulders and back. You could feel him pressing up against your ass, harder than rock and still wet from your mouth, and you could hear the ripping sound of the condom package opening. Within a few seconds, he was sliding into you smoothly. He bottomed out easily, his thighs pressed against yours, and didn’t waste any time before pulling back to the tip and thrusting. The pace was set quickly, a rough and fast one that sent your body pushing foreward, moving enough that you had to brace your hands against the headboard to keep you from hitting it. Your fingers scrambled for purchase, back arching as you kept trying to return his thrusts.

Jongup’s hips continued to snap forward at a steady pace, and your moans only continued to rise in volume. You were sure that it hadn’t been long since he started, but you were already close. “J-Jong, Jong I’m,” you stuttered helplessly, one of your hands slipping down to grab the sheets. “I can’t!” You cried.

One hand was gripping your waist tightly, tight enough that you were sure there would be bruises tomorrow, but the other one let go and began to move around to your front. It circled around and found its place between your legs, rubbing furiously at your clit. You cried out louder than you had before, ultimately giving up on holding the headboard, instead slumping down. You buried your head into the pillows, gripping them tightly and moaning into them.

Jongup’s hips began to stutter as he groaned louder. “Come on, babe.” He panted, flicking your clit again. “Come on, give it to me. Let go.” The pressure in your stomach built to an almost painful point as Jongup continued to speak to you, voice rough and strained. It snapped suddenly, your orgasm sweeping over you unexpectedly, like being hit by a wave from behind. You were sure that you screamed, body seizing up and shaking as you desperately bucked your hips back into Jongup. You probably sounder hysterical, long streams of ‘oh my god’ and 'fuck, oh shit’ and Jongup’s name most likely almost incoherent in your bliss.

Jongup hadn’t cum yet. His hips kept pushing, snapping forward over and over again, prolonging your orgasm for that much longer. You could hear him cursing behind you, and you instinctively knew he was biting his lips, seeking his own end. His fingers hadn’t moved from you clit yet, and the over sensitivity was beginning to take over your sense. You squirmed in his hold, arms almost folding backwards to grab onto him. The pleasure was beginning to wane and then spike again, rising even quicker the second time. “Jongup, please." You cried desperately. "I- I can’t, not another, I-”

“Yes, you can.” He spoke roughly, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up. Your back was pressed against his chest, back arched as the both of you were on your knees, him thrusting into you from behind. “One more, baby. C'mon. Give me one more.” His hand trailed from your hair down your neck, eventually stopping over your right breast. His hips were beginning to lose the steady rhythm, and he began to place hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck, you knew he was getting close. One of your hands flew back to grab onto him, using him as an anchor as you began to press down against him. You wanted him to finish, you wanted him to feel as good as he had made you, as he was making you feel. Jongup moaned loudly, breaking off roughly with a hitched breath and slammed his hips into especially hard as you felt him twitch inside of you. He was cumming, and as he slammed another sloppy thrust against you, so were you.

You don’t know how long it took for both of you to come back to reality, but when you began to process your surroundings again, you realized you were laying down, Jongup beside you. He had already taken off the condom, tied it and tossed it into the bin, and he was now staring at you with a goofy grin on his face.

“What the hell are you looking at?” You hated how breathy your voice sounded, like you had just run a marathon. You also hated how that only made his smile grow.He spread his arms wide.

“Come here.” You sighed and pretended to shake your head at him, but you did as he asked. He tucked your head under his chin, with you resting comfortably against him. It took a few tries, but Jongup managed to kick the blanket far enough up his legs that he pulled it over the both of you. “So,” he began slowly, grinning. You scowled at him. “How did you like the resistance training? Helpful right?” You could both hear and feel him chuckling, and despite yourself, you found yourself laughing with him.

“Shut up and go to sleep.” You told him, settling down again.

“Yes, ma'am.”

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changseobbing-blog · 6 years

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Drabble game. 14 with Uppie.

14. “…or we could make out….”

B.A.P Fanfic

Moon Jongup X Reader

Fluff

Word Count: 740

Happy Birthday Uppie!! and surprise drabble for you twinnie!!

You’re pouting in the middle of the arcade. You know you’re supposed to be a mature adult but you were just robbed of precious victory! Your glaring daggers at the perpetrator next to you who’s in the middle of performing his dumb celebratory dance.

“You dance like a squid” you huff, trying to be bitter and ignore how adorable he looks wiggling his body and waving his arms in delight. YOU MUST NOT LAUGH WITH THE ENEMY.

You cross your arms tighter to your chest and stalk away from the zombie shooting game, evidently the sore loser in this situation.

“Baby come back…” Jongup whines.

He easily catches you up and wraps an arm around your waist following you awkwardly as you practically pull him towards the food court. You know he is more than capable of stopping you in your tracks with the solid muscle hiding under his soft appearance and oversized sweater but he doesn’t. He’s always been the calmer one in your relationship.

You ignore him and stand in line to buy a soda.

“Are you really going to ignore me?” Jongup chuckles, stepping in front of you in the queue to force you to face him. He’s resting his hands on your shoulders and staring down at you with the puppy dog eyes he knows you can’t resist. The cute little mole on his nose scrunching up as he watches you amusedly.

“Ahh, you’re so cute when you pout” He concludes.

“I.am.not.cute” you sulk, puffing out your cheeks angrily which isn’t helping Jongup take you seriously so you try to step around him, but he’s quicker than you and steps back with the queue.

“It’s just a game, you beat me at racing and Dance Dance Revolution” He offers softly trying to win you round, but you see right through him.

“You let me win at Dance Dance Revolution, we both know you’re amazing at the game! but suddenly you ‘miss’ a few steps?” you narrow your eyes, wagging your fingers to emphasise your point “I’m on to you Moon!”

He sighs at you but he’s still smiling, he runs a hand through his hair and suddenly pulls you out of the line and into a corner behind an old Pac Man machine.

“So what if I let you win, it’s just a game. I have much more fun joking around with my dorky girlfriend than focusing on winning a silly game” he protests, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears and grasping your hands tightly as they rest in your lap.

You always end up speechless when he gets serious with you, so you nod in agreement, shocked by his sudden sincerity. The annoyance of the lost game dissipating and your heart fluttering at the sudden change of tone.

“Hey, did you know I can fit the entire world in my hands?”

You shake your head, about to ask him what he’s talking about so off topic. But. Then he reaches out and cups your face.

Oh. You swallow hard. Biting your lip to hold back the overwhelming feelings inside you as Jongup warm hands embrace your cheeks and eye smiles down at you. You feel loved. You also feel silly for overreacting.

“I’m sorry I took it so seriously…” you breathe, voice barely at a whisper, “…can we start over, soda my treat?”

Jongup nods grinning widely, he leans down to your eye level, face to face until your noses brush.

“We could do that…” he starts, and then he’s pressing his lips softly against yours. His kiss starts off tenderly as he cups your face, but then the mood changes and the kiss deepens. His tongue slipping past your lips forcing your arms to wrap around his waist as you hold onto him for dear life. He kisses you so hard that your head spins. When he finally pulls away you’re in a daze.

“…or we could make out….” He finishes. Pressing an affectionate peck on the top of your head.

Your still intoxicated from the taste of his lips and feel of his hands, you feel like your floating but the moment is quickly over when Jongup suddenly yells bursting your loved up bubble.

“LAST ONE TO DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION IS A ROTTEN EGG!” and dashes away.

That shit.

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iwritekpopthings · 6 years

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Late Night Talks

Characters: You, Jongup Word Count: 1400 Warnings/ Genre: None, just fluff & 4D Jongup

You sat in your room, trying to drown out the noise coming from the living room.

“How could you just spend that money like it’s nothing?!” Your mom screamed at your father, her voice carrying down the hall.

“I work, I make the money. It’s mine to spend however I want!” Your dad yelled back.

They had started arguing during dinner earlier this evening and just kept nit-picking at every little thing the other did wrong. It was making you sick. This didn’t happen very often, but when it did, you never knew what to do. You’re their kid, it’s not your place to break up a fight.

As the yelling continued you decided you needed some fresh air. You put on your sneakers and hoodie and quietly closed your bedroom door as you headed to the front door. You could still hear the yelling coming from somewhere else in the house now, so you took the opportunity and hurried.

“I’m going for a walk.” You said quietly to your little sister who was sitting watching anime, apparently unphased by all the arguing going on. She just looked up at you, nodded, and returned her attention to her laptop. You sighed, opening the door to the cool air and stepped outside. Probably should’ve grabbed a thicker jacket. Oh well. You stuck your headphones in and pressed play, hoping to drown out the screaming you could still hear in your head.

You walked away from the house, down to the sidewalk that lined the street of your neighborhood. It was already almost eleven at night, so you were grateful that the overhead streetlamps illuminated your path. You continued until you reached the park. It wasn’t illuminated as well as the streets, but there was enough light to see the outline of your favorite swing.

You sat on the swing and kicked your legs back and forth for a little bit before actually starting to swing. After about ten minutes you heard gravel crunch behind you and stopped yourself. Turning around, you could see a short male walking towards you. You didn’t even have to see their face to know who it was.

“Hey Jongup. What are you doing out so late?” You asked in a flat voice. The two of you had only been friends for a year once you had the same dance class together at your university. But it felt like longer. He was so sincere. And kind of awkward. But it was okay because it was adorable.

“I was going to play some soccer with my ghost friends.” He said with a straight face as he sat in the swing next to me. You raised an eyebrow at him and his face cracked into a grin. “Kidding. I could see you out here from my window.” He nodded his head in the direction of his high rise apartment a block away.

“Ohh, right…” You said, looking back down at your feet as they played with the gravel below. A comfortable silence stretched out for a few minutes between you before he finally broke it.

“So, you get that math assignment done? I couldn’t figure out the last part and just gave up.”

You glanced at him in bewilderment for a moment before realizing he was talking about the homework due tomorrow. “Oh, uh yeah, I finished it. Not sure if it’s right, but it’s finished.”

“Wah…. Can you help me??” He got down on his knees in front of you and begged, his bottom lip sticking out. “Please? I’ll make you cookies.”

“Pfft, you can’t cook, what’re you talking about??” You said with a small smile. “But sure, we can meet before class tomorrow.”

He threw his arms up. “Yes! Thank you!” He hugged you around your waist and you kicked your legs slightly to get him off. You laughed a little, almost forgetting why you had come out here in the first place. Until he pulled away and looked up at you. “Ready to talk?”

You bit your lip and looked at him. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him enough to talk to him. You had told him about your family stuff before. You just hated saying it out loud. You didn’t like people knowing your business.

But this wasn’t just anyone. It was Jongup. He had earned a lot of trust. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair before standing up and moving to sit next to him on the ground. “My parents were arguing again.”

“Ah, I see. Did you throw up again?” He turned to looked over and you shook your head.

“Thankfully I slipped out before it got that bad. They’ve just been going at it all night.”

Jongup put his arm around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry…” He said while rubbing the side of your arm. You just shrugged, not really having anything to say about the subject. You sat in silence again for a while before he started chuckling.

Frowning, you sat up. “Yah! What’s so funny? I’m in distress over here.”

He pressed his lips together and looked away. “Sorry. I was just remembering the time we played basketball over there and I whipped your butt.”

You glanced across the park to the empty basketball courts and scoffed. “Yeah right. You must be thinking of someone else. I am great at basketball.” You tried not to smile. That was a lie, and you both knew it. You were probably the worst player on Earth.

“No, I’m pretty sure it was you ‘cause you kept getting distracted by the squirrels running around the trees.” He grinned his stupid little grin at you and you playfully shoved him.

“Just you wait until I find something I’m actually good at. Then I’ll show you!” You stood up. It was getting late and you should probably head home to get some sleep before classes tomorrow.

“You’re good at lots of stuff!” Jongup said as he stood up with you. He hesitated as you raised an eyebrow at him again. “Like… Like dancing! You’re a good dancer.”

“Pfft, what? No I’m not. Have you seen your moves, boy?” You rolled your eyes and set off toward your house. Then he grabbed your arm and stopped you under a streetlight.

“I mean it, but if you don’t believe me, that’s fine. There’s plenty of other things you’re good at.” He paused, reaching his hand down to hold yours. “You’re exceptionally good at making my heart race. You always look amazing in everything you wear. You’re better than me at math, which isn’t hard to do, I know, since I’m so bad, but still.” He looked into your eyes and smiled. “Don’t be so quick to put yourself down so low. You never know who thinks you belong on top.”

You just blinked at him. Was he being serious? Was he making a sexual reference? Who was this person? He started to lead you towards your house and by the time you got there, you were still confused.

He chuckled slightly at your expression before leaning in and slowly pressing his lips against yours. After a momentary shock you kissed him back, feeling his soft lips against yours. It was a short, sweet kiss, but it still took your breath away. When you opened your eyes he was smiling at you again.

“I… Uhm, what..” You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

“I gotta go, I have cookies to burn.” He said with a cheerful grin.

“Oh, right…” You were still in a daze. Come on, pull it together!

“Be my girlfriend.” It wasn’t really a request or a command. More like an invitation. One you really couldn’t turn down.

Pulling yourself together, you nodded. “Of course.”

His grin grew wider and he leaned in, kissing you again, this time a little bit longer. He pulled away slowly, as if he didn’t want to stop, before pulling you into a tight hug. He kissed the top of your head and pushed you toward the door. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“At least let a few of the cookies be edible!” You called out to his retreating back. You could hear him laugh and saw him wave as he passed under a streetlamp. You waved back and walked inside, not even hearing your parent’s voices anymore.

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excusemyobsessions · 7 years

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A kiss for good luck? (x Jongup)

B.A.P’s Jongup

Word count: 720 words

Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Gender neutral

Little note: I truly hope you enjoy this! I’m sorry it took me so long to write it!

It was comeback day. Jongup had been practicing his butt off for the past month, along with all the guys. You'd been there along the way, waiting for him at the corner of the room during rehearsals and making sure he looked out for his health and got some rest in between. Or at least trying to...

He had invited you to come watch the recording of their comeback stage. When you got to the place, you texted him, saying you had arrived. You didn't know why but you were nervous. Nervous for him and nervous to be there. Everything was crazy. Cameras everywhere, people running around, props, hair extensions, clothes... Ah, it was insane. You wished he'd come meet up with you and save you from that whole craziness but you also knew there was a huge chance he'd be too busy to do so.

You looked around, holding your phone against your chest between both hands but then decided to put it away in your pocket. To try to distract yourself, you peeked towards the stage, to see the set-up, interlacing your fingers in front of yourself. Where you shaking? You were most likely shaking. The stage looked pretty though. There were plants all over the back and smoke was starting to form on the floor. Unconsciously, you started nibbling at your bottom lip, deciding to just settle there and wait for Jongup to be done with everything. Did he have any other schedules after? Who knew? But he most likely did...

"Hey!" A soft voice called, not very far from you.

Surprised, you looked over your shoulder only to find Jongup quickly making his way towards you. He was all dressed up, make-up done and even wearing light blue contacts. His hair was also done though some little clips still remained at the front, to keep it in place. He also seemed calm, probably more than used to all of that by now.

"Hi!" You answered, turning around to face him.

Seeing him made your heart jump and your chest was filled with this pleasant, warm feeling. When he offered you a big smile, you found yourself mirroring it.

"You came!" He beamed, reaching out to hug you tight.

You slipped your arms around his torso, closing your eyes for a moment. He smelled of hair products and cologne and you wished you could stay in his arms forever.

"Of course I did. How could I not come?" You answered.

He gave your frame a little gentle squeeze and then pulled back, although keeping his arms around you.

"Root for me, will you?" He asked, leaning down a little bit to be at eye level with you.

You nodded affirmatively with a little hum and he smiled big once again. Although after a few seconds, he pursed his lips, in thought it seemed.

"Can I ask you something?" He questioned, seeming to study your eyes.

His gaze was powerful with those contacts on.

"Sure." You answered, with a little nod.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, glancing down but soon meeting your eyes again, lips curving the slightest at the corners, giving him a gentle and tender look.

"A kiss for good luck?" He asked softly.

You felt your heart melt inside your chest and your lips curve into a smile. You moved one hand, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"Of course." You agreed.

You stood on your tip toes and got closer, soon gently pressing your lips to his. You felt him adjusting his arms around you, pulling you closer against him by the waist as he pressed his lips further against yours, stealing a couple more of kisses when you parted from the first one.

"Thank you." He whispered tenderly against your mouth.

That was all he could say because seconds after the rest of the crew was coming over, Youngjae soon dragging him away with a little 'come on, you love bird, we're up'. All of them waved at you as they dragged Jongup away onto the stage.

"Let's have lunch after!" He yelled back and you answered with a nod and a silly smile.

You stuck around while until he came out, your heart happily beating inside your chest at the rhythm of the bright song they were promoting.

Masterlist

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theclouddiver · 7 years

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Masterlist

Key: ღ Fluff ♣ Angst ☾ Smut

➳ B.A.P

↣ Reactions/ Scenarios

Finding Out That Their S/O Knows How to Sing

Finding Out That You Are Scared When Flying on a Plane for the First Time

How Would a Date Night with B.A.P Look Like

How Would a Pool Party with B.A.P Look Like

Meeting a Cute Person During a Fan Signing Event

Seeing Their S/O Stressed

Someone Getting Too Close to Their Wife When She Is Pregnant {Mafia!au}

Their First Kiss With You

Their S/O Being Afraid of Thunderstorms

Their S/O Being Sick

Their S/O Proposing First

Waking Up Next to You for the First Time

↣ Jung Daehyun

☾ Come Back Home {M}

ღ ♣ Lost in Memories

↣ Moon Jongup

ღ Meeting a Cute Person During a Fan Signing Event {Part 1}

↣ Choi Junhong

Drabble: When You Want to Give Him a Hickey

➳ Big Bang

↣ Reactions/ Scenarios

Their Relationship Being Exposed on TV

Their S/O Having to Return to Their Home Country

➳ BTS

↣ Reactions/ Scenarios

How Would a Date Night With BTS Look Like

How Would a Day on the Beach with BTS Look Like

Finding Out That Your Neck Is Sensitive

Finding You Dancing to Blood Sweat & Tears

↣ Kim Taehyung (V)

ღ ☾ Cherry-Colored (feat. Jungkook) {M}

ღ Night Walk

ღ Wish Come True {Prologue}

↣ Jeon Jungkook

ღ ☾ Cherry-Colored (feat. Taehyung) {M}

➳ Got7

↣ Reactions/ Scenarios

You Telling Them That Only Their Voice Can Calm You When You Are Stressed

➳ iKon

↣ Reactions/ Scenarios

Someone Getting Too Close to Their S/O When They Are Pregnant {Mafia AU}

Their Wife Trying to Run Away with Their Unborn Child {Mafia AU}

When He Is Tough to the World But Gentle to You {Mafia AU}

➳ Monsta X

↣ Lee Minhyuk

ღ ♣ Too Late {Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

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kittenburps · 6 years

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Inbox me or reblog this with some good B.A.P fanfic blogs.

I already follow coffee-for-himchan and bapscenarios.

I just need some Jongup fluff in my life man.

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jiminscaramel · 4 years

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[9:30am] “how’s that?” He asks, a little smirk pulling the corners of his mouth as he watches you sip your strawberry tea.

The early morning sun rises behind you, framing your head like an angel’s halo. Jongup knows you’re not a morning person, but insists on grabbing breakfast at the local cafe every Saturday as part of his weekly ritual.

He knows the frown that has your face all screwed up will ease once your favourite pastries have been devoured.

“It’s fine,” you mutter, rubbing your eyes. “I just wish we were still in bed.”

A waiter steps out of the cafe and places a platter full of breakfast items – your favourite pastries included – on your table.

“Yeah?” Jongup smiles as he watches your face light up in delight. The sight is priceless and gets him every time. “How about now?”

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flyingangelofblueislands · 7 years

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Only You

Moon Jongup (B.A.P.)

reader X bias

genre: fluff

synopsis: you don’t know him and he doesn’t know you….yet.

You went out that night on a limb and flying solo. You had a fitted red dress and an oversized jean jacket for that early spring night chill with some thigh high denim boots. You wanted to have fun. Blow steam and feel confident and hot doing so. And you did. You donned your favorite jewelry and double checked your makeup and hair and headed out the door to your waiting taxi. Once the taxi pulled up to the bar/club you had decided to go to, you hopped out, tipping the driver and casually eyed the different groups of people milling about outside the spot. You could hear the music from inside, thumping and your heart began to race with excitement. As you stepped closer to the entrance, you pulled out your ID and waited for security to check it. As he carefully scanned your ID, you felt a pair of eyes carefully scanning you. You looked to the side and saw a guy staring at you. He met eyes with you confidently but didn’t change his stoic facial expression. You raised an eyebrow and in perfect timing, received your ID back from security and turned to head inside. As you stepped in a bit farther, you veered off the path to the bar and main dance floor on the first floor in order to check your coat. As you waited for your turn, you heard a couple deeper voices laughing and joking around as they passed by. You turned around to see out of curiosity, and it was the same boy from outside and his two friends. He slowed for a bit, seeing you eyeballing him this time, but got pulled forward by his friends. You turned back around, not caring either way, only noting that he was actually pretty cute. You checked your coat and after a quick up and down the three stories, you finally headed towards the main room on the 2nd floor bar because as you were scoping the place out, you had heard dancehall music coming from in there. You began to let your body feel the rhythm as you made your way to that room’s bar. “Excuse me!” you yelled over the music, but the bartender didn’t seem to hear or see you at all. You leaned forward onto the bar and your tiptoes. “Excuse me!” Then someone brushed up right next to you and shouted, “Hello! Is she invisible or what?!” You spun your head to the side and came face to face with your close friend from work. You screamed in amusement and shock. “What are you doing here?” you asked them. They leaned back a bit and checked you out, “What does anyone do at bars?–but never mind that. Y/N! Look at you! I’ve never seen you outside of work clothes! You’re a baddie!” You laughed off the compliment slightly embarrassed but thankful to your friend for confirming how you felt that night. “Stop it! You look way better.” “Don’t lie to me..” They answered modestly. But you weren’t. You had always admired your friend’s looks as well as personality. Your friend’s head snapped back towards the bar, “Excuse me, hello!” Your friend, Bobbi rapped their knuckles on the bar and waved their hands vigorously.

The bartender came over to them, finally hearing over all the bar noise. Bobbi suddenly flashed a charming smile at them, “Three margaritas and a Hennessey and coke, please.” Bobbi turned to you, “What are you drinking?” “Oh! Uh, same I guess?” “Four.” The bartender nodded and went off to make the drinks. Bobbi turned their full attention back to you, “So!” You blinked at smiled trying to understand what information they were after. “Soo…?” “Who are you here with?” “Myself.” You answered nonchalantly. Bobbi’s eyes widened a bit before getting interrupted by the bartender. They quickly paid for all four drinks and as you said a thank you they asked you to grab the other two and follow them. “You’re going to hang with us now.” “Who is us?” You raised your eyebrows as you approached a booth area and saw some more familiar work faces. You smiled happily at them as they all screamed when they saw you. “So how often do you all go out without me?” You joked. Bobbi motioned for you to sit next to them and commented, “This is actually the first time. I called you!” “I thought you were going to ask me to cover your shift on my day off today—so I didn’t answer.” Everyone fell out laughing, knowing how notorious Bobbi was for switching shifts. The five of you sat chatting and drinking for a while, dancing in your seats and playing drinking games with the rounds of shots one of the other friend’s bought and the second round that someone anonymously sent over a little bit after that. Suddenly, one of your favorite dancehall songs came on and you didn’t know if it was the good vibes or the liquor taking effect, but you salaciously began to wind your waist up as you stood up from your seat in the booth. You danced at the table for a while before Bobbi stood up with you and edged you out of the booth and onto the dance floor. You both let the addictive beat fill your bodies and just let go. Your other friends joining you both soon after. They began to surround you and cheer you on as you got lost in the rhythm. You looked up from the ground and pulled your friend Bobbi into the middle with you, they playfully fought you before giving up and dancing with you. As your eyes naturally moved around the dance floor, you felt a strong gaze almost boring a hole into your back. You looked over your shoulder, while still dancing, and locked eyes with the same boy from outside the bar. And outside the coat check. Now he was casually standing with his friends off the side of the main dance floor, holding a drink in one hand, the other in his leather jacket’s pocket. Why was he always staring? Your face crinkled a bit in wonder and you decided to stare right back at him for a little while. Unexpectedly, he didn’t look away. He just nodded his head. Uncharacteristically, you winked back at him. You saw a small smile finally flit across his stone face and found yourself smiling a bit too. In reality, it all happened within half a minute, but for some reason, that 30 seconds felt like it had moved in slow motion. You turned your attention back to your friends and began to throw yourself back into the groove of the party. As a few more songs passed, the dance floor began to pack up even more, so you guys decided to head back to your booth before you had to fight someone out of it. As you settled into your seats giggling, Bobbi began frantically but discreetly pinching at your arm. You winced and eyeballed them. “What are you doing?” “That guy. That you were making googly eyes at while we were dancing—“ “I wasn’t making googly eyes at anyone!—“ “—He’s on his way over hereeeee…” Bobbi whispered vehemently with their head turned away from the direction in which the guy and his friends were walking from. Your eyes doubled in size slightly before you shifted your gaze to the booth and slid in like you hadn’t seen him at all. Bobbi climbed over your lap to get inside the booth and you eyed them. “You’ll thank me—“ The guys reached the table and the other two friends of his hung back a bit while the guy you had been exchanging looks with since you got there approached the table respectfully but confidently. “Excuse me. How are you all doing tonight?” Your friends all answered fine while you didn’t say a word. His eyes flitted over your face before sharing his gaze with everyone else to continue speaking. “Do you mind if we join you? You all look like you know how to have fun, and you see,” he motioned towards his friends, “We’re just some boring guys who don’t know what to do in places like this. It’s the same thing everywhere we go.” “Then why go out?” Bobbi retorted playfully setting up the atmosphere. The guy was mildly surprised at their witty question, but recovered with a smile, eyes falling onto a very silent but staring you. “Just trying our luck. Hoping for something special I guess…” You felt the whole world fall away around you. The music a mere muted thumping in the background noise of your heartbeat. You felt like you were being sucked into his eyes. You sharply inhaled and brought yourself back to reality as one of your friends finally invited them to sit down. One of the guys offered to buy the next round of drinks and your friend went to help. The boy slid into the booth next to you and his remaining friend pulled a sitting ottoman up to the table. As Bobbi, your other work friend, and the guy’s friend all exchanged casual pleasantries, Jongup turned to you, “I’m Jongup, by the way.” He said in a low, relaxed voice. You didn’t dare look over at him for some reason feeling very shy with him sitting right at your side. You played with a napkin and kept your eyes on the table as you sat back in the booth. “Y/N.” “Your name is as beautiful as you are.” Your heartbeat pushed all the blood into your face. Your fingers fumbled the napkin between them for a moment before you gathered yourself from the sudden compliment that flustered you more than it should have. “I don’t know how to respond to that.” “You don’t have to. I’m just speaking my mind.” “Do you do that often?” You asked smiling slightly, but still not looking at him. “I like to think I do.” He smiled back at you, eyes never leaving your face. A small silence fell between the both of you and you really didn’t want to stop talking to him but couldn’t think of many things to talk about with a perfect stranger. You then saw his hands reach for the napkin you had been nervously fondling and slide it from your fingers. You followed the napkin with your eyes until he brought the napkin in front of himself. Jongup began leisurely looking around him until he spotted something on the floor near his foot. He leaned over and picked up a pen.You watched with curiosity as he looked to think twice about something before giving into his impulses. He wrote something and then silently slid the napkin back towards you. You bit your lip and tried not to smile as you read it. Be mine. You slickly took a pen out of your own purse and he flicked his pen between his index finger and middle finger and engaged in the conversation taking place at the table like nothing had happened at all. You tried not to think too much about it and responded on the napkin coyly, before sliding it over to him. Without looking, he continued listening to something your friend was sharing with the table and took hold of the napkin. Placing it directly in front of himself, he glanced down without bringing too much attention to it all. For how long? I don’t do temporary things. He couldn’t fight his smile for long. He flipped the napkin over and scooted closer to you. Putting an arm around the back of the seating behind you and leaning into your ear he said, “Neither do I.” On return of your and Jongup’s friend with all the shots and drinks, Bobbi got the attention of the whole table and proposed the game ‘Never Have I Ever’. But instead of folding a finger, you had to take a shot or a shot of your drink. Everyone was eager to play, and you were too, but you were also a bit cautious about drinking more. You really didn’t plan to get completely sloshed tonight even if you all didn’t have work the next day. You just didn’t always like getting too drunk. However, you told yourself you wouldn’t get caught anyway and threw caution to the wind. Three shots later, you were shaking your head trying to figure out how you were so bad at games. Jongup noticed your glassy eyed disposition and leaned forward slightly to look over at you better. You noticed his staring and tried to focus your wavering gaze on his. You shot a big smile at him and waved your hands to say you were fine. Even though you knew you were *this* close to being lost to the liquor. His face didn’t show anything as he sat back and continued the game. It was Bobbi’s turn. “Never have I ever, danced on a table at a party!” You groaned, remembering a dare you once did. Bobbi looked at your shocked, but mostly amused at all they had just learned about you while playing this game. Bobbi shook their head teasingly at you, “I don’t even know you, Y/N.” You both laughed as you tried to reach out for the penalty shot Jongup’s friend was handing you. “I never back out of a dare.” You commented as you shrugged. Jongup suddenly intercepted your hand and grabbed the shot out of his friend’s hand. “I got it.” He said before downing the shot and putting the cup back in the middle of the table. “I’ll take Y/N’s shots from now on if she gets caught again.” Your friends all mewed and playfully protested. His friends began to laugh at his behavior. Jongup just smiled and waved everyone’s reactions off. Then he looked over at an astonished you as you tried to still take your own penalty and gently put a hand on top of your hand as he moved it away from the glass and added, “It’s okay Y/N. I got it.” Bobby cut in on the moment, mocking the sudden atmosphere change, “What is going here?”

A few more shots led your friends and Jongup’s friends all back onto the dance floor. You opted to sit this one out and Jongup stayed behind with you. He wiped errant spills from the table as you tried to not fall sideways into the booth. He eyed you again and you couldn’t help but start laughing. “What?” He asked confused. “Why are you always staring!?” You continued through your drunk laughs. Jongup paused his light cleaning of the table in surprise and sat back, “Right now it’s because I need to keep an eye on you. Make sure you’re okay.” “And earlier?” You swayed and put your hands, palm down, onto the seat at your sides to stabilize yourself. Jongup’s sharp sight caught the slight move, and moved closer to you attentively. “Earlier…was because something about you caught my eye.” “What something?” “Just…something. It’s like there’s a light around you. Shining. I got sucked into it. Like a moth to a flame.” He playfully buzzed in your ear and you flew into a ridiculous fit of laughs. Falling over to the opposite side away from him. You began to think the booth was more comfortable than you previously thought. Without thinking you put an arm under your head and got even more comfortable. On seeing this, Jongup stood up and walked over to his friends and yours, on the dance floor. They all nodded and went back to partying but Bobbi followed Jongup over to the booth. Sliding in on your right side while Jongup slid in on your left. Through hazy eyes you felt a pair of strong arms sitting you upright and gently shaking your shoulders. You heard Jongup’s tender voice, “Drink some water. Hey, Y/N. Can you drink some water please?” You nodded and took the glass from him. Drinking the water heartily. A bit sliding down your chin. Too drunk to be embarrassed as he reached over to wipe it with a napkin, you stopped him and took the napkin yourself. “I have on makeup.” You slurred out, feeling drunker than you realized earlier as you stippled the water dry as to not wipe off your makeup. You looked over and saw Bobbi gathering your strewn things and putting them in your bag before grabbing your hand and leading you to the bathroom as you announced you had to pee. You half danced to the bathroom, not wanting to stagger in public. Once you got into the unisex bathroom Bobbi checked to see if it was empty and locked the door behind you both. You slumped against the cool metal door of the stall and contemplated how to steady yourself enough to hover over the seat and squat, or to try and concentrate and lay down a toilet paper lining on the seat and sit comfortably. Bobbi came up and opened the stall while holding you so you wouldn’t fall. “I got it, Bobbi.” “Child, please.” Bobbi said like you were telling an unbelievable joke. “Do you need to pee for real? Or you wanna throw up?” “Pee.” You confirmed and entered the stall with Bobbi as they helped you set up the toilet paper with tissue. When it was all done, you sat down to use the bathroom and sighed. “I would’ve never been able to balance and squat.” You mumbled. Bobbi laughed and exited the stall to give you privacy. When you finished you wiped and pushed all the tissue into the toilet with your foot before flushing with your foot, almost falling backwards out of the stall as the door gave way, not being locked. Bobbi caught you, “Whoa-easy!” “Thanks Bobbi. You’re really a good friend you know that? I’m so glad we became even closer tonight.” “Thanks, Y/N.” Bobbi smiled endearingly at your drunk confessions as you washed your hands. “Hey. That guy, Jongup. Said he’d see that you got home safe. Are you okay with that? You want me to come with you?” “He’s so sweet…” You muttered as you roughly dried your hands. “A sweet stranger. Are you okay enough to leave with him?” “I’m sure it’s fine. He doesn’t set off any alarms in my head. I’ve never been wrong before!” You raised your hand at the end of your sentence as if you had made some sort of declaration. Bobbi grabbed your hands and put them down again before leading you out of the bathroom. “Okay, I’m coming with you. If he protests we’re leaving his ass right where we found him.” “Aww Bobbi….” You mewed as Bobbi dragged you behind by the hand. When you reached your booth again, you, by instinct began dancing to the music again behind Bobbi. As you danced up on Bobbi’s back, Bobbi told Jongup you would all leave together. Jongup nodded immediately and carried your things for you, mentioning you had to go to coat check because he had seen you in there earlier so you must have a coat there. That was the last thing you remember of the night…

Your eyes felt like they were peeling apart as you tried to open them the next morning. You peered through your eyelashes at your surroundings. You were in your room. Barefoot and in your dress from last night. You checked your body for bruises or cuts or scrapes. Nothing. Even your dress was as clean as when you left, save the smell of smoke and such. “Thank goodness.” You sighed out. Wondering how you got home and then you looked over to the left side of your bed and saw Bobbi sound asleep, face first into a pillow. They must’ve brought you. Bobbi had been to your place after work many times to just chill or eat or watch movies before going home, so they knew where you lived. Feeling sorry for the burden you must’ve put on Bobbie, you decided to make some breakfast. You ignored your swimming stomach, pounding head, and aching muscles and shuffled out of your bedroom. You almost screamed. Clamping your hands over your mouth, as you saw that Jongup was in your living room, splayed out of your couch in all of his clothes. You walked closer to eye the situation and see who else was here. Jongup’s leather jacket folded nicely over the arm, shoes neatly placed by the front door, next to Bobbi’s haphazardly kicked off ones. No one else was there. You felt your heartbeat speed up as you watched Jongup’s chest rise and fall. Your eyes swept over his strong nose, his plump lips, his sharp chin and you noted how peaceful he was sleeping. You thought to yourself, “Was he serious about what he said last night? Or is he just a nice person? How drunk was I?” “Oh my god. I hope I didn’t try to kiss him.” You accidently said out loud. “You did.” Jongup answered much to your surprise. Your body jumped and he opened one eye and peeked at you. “But you also apologized.” You crossed your arms in front of your body and stepped back as he moved into a sitting position. “Well, I’m apologizing again.” You added sheepishly. He scratched his head and stretched. Standing up in front of you. “It wasn’t exactly unwelcomed anyway.” He smirked as he looked away from you and reached for his jacket. You saw him putting his jacket on and suddenly realized you didn’t want him to go. “I should go—“ “Don’t.” You interrupted him, reaching out to take his jacket back off. He looked at your actions, surprised and almost helpless with how fast you were moving. You took his jacket from him and hung it up on the coat rack by the door. “Let me at least make you breakfast to thank you and Bobbi for bringing me home.” “Bobbi did most of the work. I just carried the stuff.” Jongup said modestly. Before beginning to remember something and laugh. “What is it?” You approached him again, curious of what he remembered seeing. “Bobbi and I were trying to get you up the stairs of the building and—“He tried to control his laughter, “you fought us both saying you could walk alone and then—when we wouldn’t let go you pushed us and ran up the stairs on all fours, screaming all the way.” “Oh my god.” You covered your face and walked into your kitchen, mortified. Jongup followed you, “Don’t be embarrassed—“ Jongup said while leaning on the kitchen’s entry way. “Too late—“ Jongup smiled and put a soothing hand on your shoulder, lightly massaging it. Your head involuntarily leaned into his touch before you moved from his grasp. You went to your fridge and chugged some water trying to get rid of the dryness in your mouth as well as the taste of last night’s drinks. “Would you like something to drink?” “Anything is fine.” “I have water, grapefruit juice, orange juice, tea, coffee, milk.” “Orange juice is nice.” You poured him a glass in silence and handed it to him, before then putting a kettle of hot water on for whenever Bobbi woke up, knowing they loved hot tea over everything. You could also use some ginger tea yourself for your tossing stomach. You turned around, leaning on your small kitchen’s counter and held your hands in front of your body. “So…thanks anyway. For bringing me home, I mean.” Jongup shrugged and sipped his orange juice. “It’s what boyfriend’s do.” You almost choked. “Boyfriends?” Jongup’s face looked up from his glass, “Don’t you remember all I was saying last night?” “I remember everything up until we left.” You stated matter of factly. He stopped leaning on the entry way and walked right up to you. Placing his orange juice down behind you and leaning forward with both hands placed on the counter on either side of your body. “Did you think I was joking?” “I didn’t think…anything.” You leaned back, not uncomfortable for the closeness, but because you didn’t want to get too comfortable so quickly. He took his hands from the counter and stepped back from you. Putting his hands in his jean pockets he looked at the floor, then at the window in your adjacent living room/ dining room before his eyes settled on the fridge door. “What if…we spend some time together then? And you can start thinking about it…” You smiled at his apparent nervousness. It was a different side to him from last night. He looked so innocent and shy. “Okay.” You agreed after a bit. He smiled quickly before reaching around you for his orange juice. “Excuse me…” His voice drifted around you with the scent of his still lingering cologne. The smell that trapped you all night. You remembered wanting to bury yourself in his embrace back in the bar when he first sat down and that scent wafted over and woke up your senses. Your heart began beating faster again and you tried to breathe out normally. You heard his voice in your ear, “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger already, Y/N…” Jongup locked eyes with you as he pulled back with his orange juice and went back out to the living room. You let out a breath and tried to shake your limbs to get rid of all the squiggly feelings. You began preparing food for everyone by first taking out what you needed from the fridge. Including fruits and herbs for your special hangover-remedy. Jongup padded silently back into the kitchen and rapped his knuckles lightly on the entry way. “Hey. Y/N?” “Oh! Do you have any allergies or anything? Like, food allergies I mean.” “No, but…” he started apprehensively as he watched you busily prepping. You glanced over at him and caught his eye for a quick second before getting back to work. “But what?” “…Nothing…can I use your bathroom?” “Sure. It’s just on this wall here, the only other door before my bedroom.” “Thanks.” Jongup said almost shyly before heading to the bathroom. You quickly finished your hangover remedy being able to do it in your sleep by now, and set three cups of it in the middle of your small, circular dining room table. You all but hopped back into the kitchen and drank the rest of your remedy right out of the blender. As you were chugging it down, Bobbi appeared in the doorway screaming. “HEY!” You sputtered and placed the blender down. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Facing Bobbi to glare as they smiled brightly back at you. “I’m outta here.” Bobbi stated in a much lower voice. You shook your head no. “No you’re not. I’m making breakfast for everyone.” “Not for me you’re not. I have to get to brunch with my family today and need to go home and shower and change so I can pretend I wasn’t out drinking all night.” “But—“ “Don’t worry—I was just eavesdropping at the bathroom door. Jongup just canceled whatever plans he had today. So you won’t be lonely. BYE~~” Bobbie sing-songed as they left the kitchen. Soon after you heard them picking up their things before you heard the door open and closed tightly. Jongup came out of the bathroom soon after. “Was that Bobbi?” He asked. You nodded awkwardly. Now you two were alone. “If you had something to do today, I don’t want to keep you.” You said out of consideration remembering what Bobbi had said. Jongup shook his head lightly. “I’m doing exactly what I want to be doing.” You felt heat rise to your face under his stare and you continue cooking. “Let’s spend the day together, Y/N. Just you and me.” “Is that you speaking your mind again?” You retorted, smiling. Jongup stepped closer and back hugged you. “No. It’s me speaking my heart.”

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4.1k words just for you my Marshmallows! Is that a new record on this blog or what? lol So I hoped you liked that. I don’t know if this really counts as fluff though. Maybe just a scenario with fluff lite? o.O

What do ya’ll think of his solo song? I personally love. it. Though, I should’ve seen it coming, because his solo on the “noir” album (NOW) was really good too. I like his music color a lot. It’s totally my style.

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Title: Problems Fandom: BAP Member: Jongup Genre/Warning: Angst, fluffy soft Jongup ?, smut, probably swearing Summary/Request: OH MY LORD YES PLEASE GIVE ME SOME JONGUP ❤❤❤❤❤ Smut, fluff, angst I dont mind | Prompt: Jongup is in love with OC, but instead of confessing, avoids her, leading to a argument where he yell’s his true feelings. (Inspired by this x) A/N: Jongup arriving in style dressed like this x x x x yes, I’m weak for him in this suit, is it not obvious?! Word Count: 4405

Jongup is a quiet man in a very loud world. Sure, he enjoy’s socialising with others, drinking and the like. But, he often finds himself in need of some quiet, a time for both his brain and his body to melt into the silence.

Well that was just wishful thinking. There would be no such thing, especially after meeting you. At first you were background noise, your laugh fading away with breeze, but at some point that changed, you became the forefront of his view and your laugh instead sunk into his skin till it took a hold of him.

His world was never quiet anymore. Blood rushing in his ears at the mere thought of you. At first maybe it was lust, Jongup thought when his moans disturbed the quiet, your name leaving his mouth as he touched himself. Then maybe a little crush when his heart skipped a beat or two whenever you spoke. The something more than a crush when he found you were consuming his thoughts, his very being.

Then he realised what it was. “Ah…” he thought to himself one day. “That…” From then your friendship began to unravel. Firstly, he avoided group outings with you, but when you would specifically ask him, he always had an excuse. “I’m working on this new choreo…” or the typical, “I already have plans…sorry.”

Then it was slowly decreasing the amount of texting you both did. Usual texts filled with fun and not so fun stories became simple ‘yes, no’ answers that really pissed you off.

Jongup was surprised that it had nearly been a month since he saw you. He already noticed the changes. The fewer texts asking him about his day, the invites out, everything… His world was slowly becoming quieter again, but now, instead of noise, he was filled with a constant ache.

“Hello?” The man on the other end seemed really happy that Jongup had answered. Jongup was happy to hear from him and caught up with him. “But hey Jong… you know who’s birthday is coming up right?” Of course he knew. Every detail of yourself, you spoke had been locked away in his head; precious information.

“We’re all having a get together and we are all putting money together for her to go on that trip.” Jongup knows your dreams, your goals. “You have to come, you have no excuse.” He didn’t. Pulling out on a friends birthday was too hard without being obvious. “Yeah, just let me know details”

The theme was dress to impress. Jongup had got his hair done; something to signify the end of whatever feelings he had for you, and turned up in a smart suit, hair slicked back.

When he entered, he greeted his friends who gave him compliments and shocked “blue?” “Wow.” “You actually pull it off.” Everyone was dressed similar, the ladies wearing lovely gowns of their own. But, he was yet to see you. And that made him nervous. His heart was already thumping at the thought, but he was a little relieved that the ache had lessened.

He let his friends carry him away to get drinks, asking where the birthday girl was. “Oh, she went upstairs with some guy.” His friend wiggled his eyebrows and Jongup was hearing a thundering in his head. His eyes shot to upstairs, the ache increasing. He had never thought of any other guy being with you - not that you didn’t have the right, simply because Jongup was a fool.

It was about fifteen minutes later when you came down and despite the cracks slowly forming in his heart, he couldn’t help the sharp intake of breathe when he saw you. The gold detail of your dress against your beautiful dark skin made you look ethereal, the dress hugging your curves and flowing out into a satin gold skirt. You were absolutely flawless. Jongup downed his drink.

When you made eye contact with him, you grinned wide in surprise and pleasure and ran to your friend with your arms wide open. “Uppie!” His own arms embraced you, “Happy birthday.” “Thank you!” You grinned, pulling back to finally look him over. Blue hair, shaved sides that accented his cheekbones, that white button up accessorised with a black scarf under his striped navy blue suit that fitted his toned body so well. You internally sighed. Moon Jongup was a God; it was freakin’ unfair how Godly he was.

“You look beautiful.” Jongup told you, meaning it. He wanted to tell you a whole load of sweet words. Wanted to recite cheesy poetry, compare you to the sun he believed you to be, but held back. “And you look handsome. Loving the hair.” You brought a hand up to run through the blue strands, not noticing the brief closing of Jongup’s eyes, or the little shudder at your touch. “Thanks.” He whispered shyly. You pull your hand away thinking he was uncomfortable, when really he could stay there all day with just you running your fingers through his hair.

“Babe.” You turn to a male, one Jongup was not familiar with. Your warmth gone as you leave with an apologetic smile and the crack seems audible in Jongup’s ears as he watches you get pulled away to dance. He turns. Better make use of this open bar.

Jongup doesn’t know how many he’s had, but it frustratingly still hasn’t drowned you out. His blazer is gone, lost somewhere in this huge ass room. His top buttons are undone. His eyes are closed and he’s doing the one thing he knows how.

“I always admire the way you dance.” His eyes shoot open at your voice, your lips just a little too close to his ear. Jongup nods, he can’t speak to you right now. “So how have you been? We didn’t get a chance to catch up before…” Another nod. You frown. Wondering if Jongup’s drank so much, he’s become incapable of speaking.

You go to ask another question when Jongup shoots a hand out to a passerby. One of your friends date you assume. “Wanna dance?” Jongup asks with a smirk. Your frown deepens. He does realise you were trying to talk to him… right?

But you’re just part of the background now, you realise when you watch Jongup grind behind the woman. Jongup can feel your eyes and he wishes it were you he was dancing with…

Arms wrap around you and you know who it is. He kisses your neck as you begin to sway to the seductive beat. Your eyes watch the way Jongup moves. Its true, you admired the way he danced; his form, how controlled he was, how he could be sharp or fluid, he could do anything, he was just so versatile. You followed the way his hips rolled, his thick thighs bulging in his suit pants. Your body moved as if he were behind you. He got lower with the girl, a hand on her stomach and another drifting fingers in a feather light touch up her arm to lead her around his neck. The look he gave her. So seductive.

Then those eyes locked with yours. Your breath caught in your throat, the two of you trapped in each others gaze, bodies moving. “Wanna go upstairs babe?” You blink when you feel the kiss on your neck. Jongup looks away and you feel a strange sensation settle within you. Something like disappointment?

Jongup turns the woman around to roll his body into her from the front and she loves it. So when Jongup captures her lips with his there’s no resistance. “Actually… I need a drink.” The strange feeling in you has intensified and you don’t like it one bit. Jongup on the other hand feels sick. These are the wrong lips, the wrong body, the wrong woman. The alarm bells in his head are giving him a headache and Jongup pulls away holding his head.

“Sorry…” he mutters, rushing away to head upstairs. The place is thankfully too crowded for the woman to reach him and so Jongup heads upstairs in a miserable drunken haze.

He melts into the bed he crashes on, feeling like the bed was being rocked by waves, restlessly turning for a position that didn’t make him feel like throwing up. He’s not sure how long it took, but eventually the alcohol lulls him into a deep sleep.

He’s annoyingly disturbed by hiccuping and stumbling of heeled feet a few hours later. There’s a waft of air next to him as a body drop’s onto the bed. “I was here first. Get out.” He grumbled annoyed, eyes still closed.

“Well, this is my bed so I suggest you get out.” Jongup freezes. Mind and body now completely awake. He’d recognise your voice anywhere. Your body shifts closer to him until your half draped, an arm around him and leg bent on him. He goes to move, a warm hand touching your waist to realise your skin is bare. His eyes widen, taking in your underwear clad form, skin subtly lit by the moonlight. He swallowed hard. “Uppie, since it’s you, you can stay.” You mutter tiredly and he thinks its the cutest thing in the world, the way your voice softens and croaks.

He nearly stays, such a lovely request, but he shouldn’t. It’s him who will be pained by it, not you. He goes to sit up, not expecting the iron grip to tighten and hold him in place.

“I said stay.” “...I should go.” You shoot up onto your knees. Face up in Jongup’s as you growl. “What is your problem?” He frowns. “I don’t…” “oh give over Jongup. For weeks you’ve been avoiding me and if it didn’t happen to be my birthday, I’m sure I wouldn’t have seen you again.”

“I told you,” he goes to sit up, cautiously watching you, “I’ve been busy.”

“Bullshit! You go out on your lads night, you can meet other people, but you can’t find time to meet me? Am I not your friend?” Jongup doesn’t even have the chance to interject as you continue. “I fucking went to the dance studio. I fucking cooked! Me, cooked for YOU. Worried about how much you were working your damn self.” You stab a sharp finger in his chest, “I tried so many times and I was so damn excited for you to try it and then you weren’t there. No one had seen you. Then I went to yours. I know you were home I saw the light on. I was going to knock but thought… maybe he really just didn’t want company today. But turns out it was just my company you didn’t want.” You finish quietly, feeling yourself choke up.

Jongup was at a loss. What could he say without revealing everything? He was beginning to internally panic and he felt your words stab at him, your sorrowful voice feeling like fingers choking his heart. He heard you sniffle and realised you were crying. His hands immediately reach for you, hands cupping your face for his thumbs to stroke away tears.

“Why are you being like this huh? What’s your problem?”

He pulled his hands away and looked down. “I haven’t got one.” You hit his arm.

“BULLSHIT MOON JONGUP!”

He can’t say the words, so the only thing he can do is fight you. “ITS NOT BULLSHIT, I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO SAY!” He know’s what he should say. They’re on the tip of his tongue, words that have built the foundations of his heart ready to burst.

“I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHY YOU’VE BEEN AVOIDING ME? EVEN FUCKING DOWNSTAIRS YOU DRY FUCK A GIRL IN FRONT OF ME WHEN I’M TRYING TO FU-”

“WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHEN YOU FIRST CAME TO TALK TO ME YOU LEFT ME FOR THAT FUCKING GUY. ON THE DANCE FLOOR IT DIDN’T TAKE YOU LONG TO END UP WITH HIM AGAIN DID IT? SO WHY DOES IT FUCKING MATTER WHO I DANCED WITH?”

“I NEVER SAID WHO DICKHEAD. I SAID YOU FUCKING LEFT ME WHEN I WAS OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO TALK TO YOU.”

“EVER THINK I’D RATHER GET MY DICK WET THAN HAVE A BORING CONVERSATION”

You sharply inhaled, a twinge of hurt striking your heart. “YET HERE YOU ARE ALONE! I REALLY CAN’T BELIEVE HOW MUCH OF ARSE YOU ARE. IS THAT WHY SHE DIDN’T COME UP HERE WITH YOU? SHE FIGURE THAT OUT.” You got in his face, provoking him by pushing his shoulder. “DID SHE GET BORED? FIND SOMETHING MORE ENTERTAINING? LIKE YOU DID WITH ME HUH? I’M JUST SOMEONE TO KEEP YOU FROM BOREDOM IS THAT IT?” - “THAT’S NOT FUCKING IT.” - “OUR FRIENDSHIP WAS NOTHING RIGHT? SINCE YOU’D RATH-” “YOU’RE FUCKING WRONG.” “-ER GET YOUR DICK WET. I WAS JUST SOMEONE TO PA-” “FUCKING LISTEN I SAID NO.” “-SS THE TIME BY RIGHT? YOU DIDN’T LIKE ME WHEN WE MET EITHER DID YOU? I’M A NUISANCE TO YOU, THA-” “STOP!” The noise was becoming too much. His heart was pounding furiously, each of your words violently lashing him. He couldn’t focus on breathing, not with the way his chest tightened or the way your scent clouded over him. His eyes couldn’t stray from you face, passionate with rage, dark eye’s painting your emotions. “T’S IT RIGHT? I’M LIKE A BUG. THAT’S ALL I EVER AM TO PEOPLE.” He was panting harshly, air struggling to reach his lungs. “IT’S BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU!”

Silence. Jongup tenses, realising what he's said and you, you're staring blankly at him, panting just as heavy as him. It’s like that for a long while, his words weighing in the air. Jongup moves to leave, but feel's a weak hand clutch his arm. "Let go." He whispers tired, dejected. "Did you mean that? Do you actually lo-" "It doesn't matter," he interrupts, pushing your hand digging into him away and standing. You rushed on your knees to the edge of the bed.

"It fucking matter's Moon Jongup." Your eyes are teary, a lone one sliding down your cheek dramatically when you force Jongup to turn to you. "It matters." You whisper brokenly before pulling him by the collar to your lips.

Jongup is shocked. For all his fantasies about you, none could compare to the sensation of your lips pressed to his, a desperate and urgent touch, lips pulling his own into your mouth messily, lips tasting and seeking different angles for more. "Jongup." You whimper and something snaps inside of Jongup, a loud lash in his head that brings his hand to the back of your hand, pushing you impossibly closer, his other hand holding your back.

His tongue comes out for the first time and he gasps; had he ever felt this fulfilled before? How could a pair of lips make him feel as if he had found a stream in the desert, quenching a painful thirst. You both groan, tongues meeting messily to slide against the other, prodding and searching each other's mouths.

Jongup's chest burned, the adrenaline making him forget to breathe, but that was also partly your fault. His lips leave yours noisily and Jongup rests his head to yours, panting and eyes shut tight, afraid this was all a dream. "Please." He whispered and your heart broke at the heavy emotion in his voice. "Don't play with me like this."

"I'm not." And then your pulling Jongup back onto the bed until your both falling backward, Jongup being pulled even further when your legs wrap around him. His hands land either side of you, arms bulging as he kept himself up. "What about the other guy?" You roll your eyes. "Please, he means as much to me as that bitch you danced with did." He blinked in surprise, eyes looking for the truth in your words. Then he smirks, "bitch? Were you jealous?" You scowl at him, a hand coming behind his neck, pulling him close till your breath mingled and each exhale caused your lips to touch. "And you weren't?" You murmured, brow raised. "I'm always jealous that someone could steal you away." He confesses, brushing his lips over yours.

"I'm here for you to have. Right" kiss, "now." Kiss. Jongup stares intently at you. Listens to the words leaving your lips, seeking out the confirmation he needs. Your eye’s don’t leave his and your limbs twine around him like vines. You’re here and it’s not a dream. Skin barely covered and permission for him to have a taste of you. He leans down, slowly sucking your bottom lip to his mouth.The noises intermingle with each of your movements, Jongup slowly caressing you with his mouth. He’s waited so long for this.

“Are you certain?” He has to ask. He has to know that you crave for him as much as he does you. “Please Jongup, when I said yes I meant it.” There’s a little more urgency in your voice now and Jongup can feel it too, if the way your hands stroke his clothed back, trying to bring him impossibly closer, or if the way your hips subtly roll is anything to go by.

Your neck is stretched back into the bed when soft lips burn hot kisses, taking their time to taste and mark. His fingers follow his path, lips moving down to your collarbones. Whimpers, that Jongup is certain he will never forget, leave your mouth, feeling Jongup’s mouth sensitise you. His fingers drift over collarbones, waiting as lips meet your chest. Jongup’s hand goes beneath you, pushing your chest up toward him as his lips suckle at your skin, wet trails left by his greedy lips kissing down your cleavage. He removes your bra, slowly pulling it off of you. He needs to take his time; each moment committed to his mind.

Cool air touches your exposed breasts, warmed by Jongup’s mouth. He rolls your nipple in his mouth, his hot tongue suckling and pulling just slightly. You whine, feeling your nerves on edge. His other hand holds your free breast, squeezing lightly, playing with your numb while his mouth sucks your breast. He places light kisses over to your other breast, having his fill of that one too, loving your hands running through his hair, loving the way you fidget and tense.

He releases your nipple with a pop. Giving one last peck, before he’s kissing down your stomach, hand trailing down your back to push your lower half toward him now. His kisses are delicate down your stomach, yet they have you squirming, because you know where those Godly lips are heading.

When he reaches the band of your panties, he sits up, you settled on his thighs, back still on the bed. His large hands come up to squeeze your breasts, the run down your stomach, slowly, before there’s a hand running along each of your thighs to your calf’s wrapped around him. He gently urges your legs to loosen and release, bringing each leg up onto his shoulders. He smiles down reassuringly at you. “You’re beautiful.” He tells you as he kisses each of your inner ankles. Teeth nip and bite skin, tongue soothing his stings as he kisses his way down your leg, inner thigh bruised by his lips. Your panting, lips caught between your teeth when he slowly brings his face to your clothed core.

The deep inhale Jongup does has you shuddering, legs shaking around him. “God, I could never have imagined you would smell this good.” He whispered, as if he was talking to himself, but his words reach you, caressing your insides till your hole is dribbling, wanting to give him more. He slips your underwear off, strong hands raising the bottom settled on his thighs. He brings your underwear to his nose, looking at you as he sniff’s again. “I’m fucking addicted already.” He says hoarsely and you moan, eyes slowly bleeding out into a muggy brown, like a disturbed river.

When he leans down, your hips buck, feeling his warm breath waft over your sensitive clit. His large hands brace your thighs to his chest, squeezing up and down softly. His nose nudges your clit, before his awaiting tongue pokes out to lick. Jongup squeezes your thigh’s harder without realising it, the little taste feeding something carnal in him as he snaps, mouth diving with a huff. You cry out, his soft and slow movement’s gone when you feel his tongue lap at your folds, licking at your slit till it can stab at your clit. Jongup slurps you up, eating all you have to offer. “How can you taste so good?” He wonders, voice just as desperate as your moans. Your fingers tighten in his hair and you pull, your moans morphing to begs when his tongue inches it’s way into your sobbing hole. “Please, please, please.”

“Baby, cum on my mouth. Can you do that for me?” He asks, lips trying to slurp up your wetness. Your eyes squeeze shut, toes curling as your head shakes desperately, “yes I can Jongup, just please.” Jongup’s hands lower to your hips and pull to shove your pussy closer to his mouth, tongue sliding in and out of clenching walls, nose nudging on a swollen clit that send’s you spasming. Heat swarms you, muscles tensing and moans forcing your mouth open, eyes rolling to the back of your head when Jongup is using his hands to slide you up and down his lips till your cum is copiously spilling onto his lips. He’s moaning, feeling his dick painfully harden as your essence stains his tongue. You’re still shaking when he gives kitten licks to your sensitive hole and clit.

“Ah, that was amazing baby.” He sounds like a man who just had a satisfying meal and to Jongup it was. His lips and chin shine, a reminded of you. He quickly leans down to claim your lips, tongue flicking at yours. “See how good you taste?” He groans.

Jongup sits up. Removing the black scarf, he hastily begins to unbutton his shirt. You reach up, helping him and running hands over chiselled abs that tense at your touch. His shirt is off and then he’s unbuckling his suit pants. When he pulls his dick out, his head falls back. A low groan leaving his lips as he realises just how sensitive he is.

Your hands reach out, gripping his tip and running your thumb along the slit, watching as Jongup hisses. You love how thick he feels in your hand as you quickly stroke him. Jongup’s hand shoots out, pinning your hand to the bed as he heavily pants above you. “I need you now baby.” “So take me.”

The way Jongup’s hand’s felt when he positioned your body had your heart beating with anticipation. They were desperate and just slightly rough; his impatience showing as he lined his cock up to your hole. He tapped himself against your, your hips jerking at the little sensations, before he finally began to push. “Oh GOD!” You cried, your folds wet with your substance, spreading as your hole opened up more and more for him. He slid in slowly, which was quiet the effort when your walls were so desperate to pull him in.

“hmm please,” You whine, back arching when he’s filled you. He stills, mind and body savouring the unique warmth of you wrapping around him. He can’t control his breathing, feeling so euphoric he wonders if he will ever feel the same way again. “Please.” You say again when he doesn’t move. He lean’s down to give you an open mouthed kiss, slow movements to match the slow pull back of his cock. He settles the pace like this. Wanting to be inside you of you just a little longer, wanting the moment to never cease.

Your legs tighten around him, moaning as he builds up a fire within you, the pit of your stomach tightening, readying itself to burst, but it’s not enough and so you beg again. “Jongup, please please just take me there. Make me cum again baby, please.” The pleas have Jongup’s stomach tightening, his cock twitch inside you as he kisses your neck, feeling your trumping pulse beneath his tongue.

He pulls back just a bit, hips slowly pushing in and then rocking your body with fierce thrust that has you clawing at his back. He continues his rhythm of allowing you to feel him slowly slide back, then slowly slide in only to suddenly thrust again. “Oh yes.” You hiss. He quickens. Hips knocking against yours, wetness squelching when his cock speeds up. He’s moaning into your skin, lost in the feel of you, back tensing under your finger nails no doubt leaving marks.

“Get on top of me.” He harshly breathes out, pulling out and lying down. He helps steady you, pulling your leg over him and shuffling you up until your hovering over his cock. Placing his cock at your hole, you sink. Nails scratching at his hip bone, his stomach his chest, wherever as he has you gasping. Your rock at your speed this time, circling your hips as quick as you could, hoping to strum against your nerves. Jongup grabbed at your hips, your bouncing breasts, moaning heavily beneath you. You were so beautiful. Reddened cheeks and messy hair. Sensitive body and broken voice. His hips jerked up, a scream coming from your mouth. “do that again,” You beg lowering yourself to his lips. “Please.” Jongup spread his legs slightly, knees bent and then his hips were knocking into you, cock thrusting till your body rippled from the power, moans trapped as your eyes, maddened, locked with his. He raised a hand, thumb stroking your cheek before he lowered your lips, moaning into your mouth when the last of his powerful thrusts had your hips rocking uncontrollably,cries spilling into his mouth as your body shook; his cum warming you.

A hand on your back rubbed in soothing circles, till you settled, quaking ever so slightly on Jongup’s softening cock. You were both breathing heavily; a silence following as Jongup strokes your back and patted your hair.

"What does this even mean?"

"It means... I wanna be with you. I wanna see where this goes." And that was enough for Jongup.

#THIS IS THE LONGEST ONE SHOT IVE EVER DONE FML #Lol i tried to do make love sex dunno how i did lmao #jongup #jongup fic #jongup smut #jongup fluff #jongup angst #jongup scenario #jongup scenarios #bap smut #bap fluff #bap angst #bap fic #bap scenarios #bap scenario #bap #sangdoldolfics #unedited

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Tumbleweed, Her #8 - [BAP] Noir!Au

The Mafia’s Son, The Fugitive: Moon Jongup

He wanted to run away. He had been dreaming of the day where he is finally free from his father, and his wretched plans. Jongup decided to live his life, his way.

Jongup didn’t want to be the mafia’s son. Jongup refuses to be binded with the dark secrets his family is known for.

And because he was raised in discreet, there’s so few people who knew about his existence. The man his father was friend’s with, the Congressmen; his son, and Zelo was those few people Jongup had contacts with. His father’s underlings are not to speak with him. So Jongup was used to be with himself. The only friend he had was Zelo, but even that didn’t guarantee him, Zelo’s true intuition. Lee Jaehan had wealth, larger than the nation itself. And it was all for Jongup and the organization he was bound to lead.

But it was the throne that Jongup refused to reign.

On a fine morning of a dewy spring, Jongup was awake before everyone else, creaked before the door of the room he shared with Zelo. He was going to escape. Zelo sat up upon the door being open. “If you stop me…” Jongup threatened, and Zelo cowered. Jongup took his backpack, shut the door behind him, he turns sideway to see if there’s anyone watching. Like the tattoo on his neck, the compass, he will find his own way out.

He will escape this broken life, and live the life he wanted to live.

At dawn, his father’s men realized his disappearance. Jongup barely made it through the territorial barriers. He had never left Busan before, and he’s about to. Suited man started to flock the city, armed and with a laser-looking eyes, scanning people around, searching for a young men the boss wanted alive, no matter what. Jongup inhales deeply and sprinted towards a stopping bullet train. Without tickets, he jumps over the fences and sped through a flock of people getting out of the train and just enough time for him to enter, before the door flaps closes.

The men his father sent couldn’t detect him.

“I think he had escaped Busan!” The man told his father through a phone call. Lee Jaehan threw his phone to the concrete wall and it shattered into pieces upon contact to the marbled floor. Zelo stayed put and witnessed the whole ordeal without a word. “That insolent boy, always had the beef to do things his way!” Lee Jaehan roared and the shrilling voice made Zelo shuddered. What will Jaehan do, to the naming of the next leader ceremony, this coming month? With his sole heir to the ‘bloodied chair’ missing, how will he face his members?

Jongup hid in the bathroom marked ‘Out of Service’. He had no IDs, no certificates, nothing. He only brought himself some clothes, some money he stole from his father’s safe deposits, some flip-knife. His plans were going smoothly, so far.

He sat on the toilet seat for minutes, hours. Wondering about his next step. He knows his ‘family’ is getting closer with each passing second but with no exact destination, he was forced to ponder against the view of the dull, vandalized cubicle walls to decide his fate. And as though the God had things against him, it started to rain heavily. Jongup hesitated to step outside the only shed he had found–the train station, but thought that if he had stayed any longer, he would have been found.

The train station had just been surrounded by mysterious black cars and men in black suits. It didn’t take a lot for Jongup to realize that it was his father’s men. Jongup held his heart in his throat and leaped forward in the pouring rain, stepping on a muddy puddle in his wake. A dozen suited men, glances around the area to see a suspicious young men. One of them presses his finger into his ear piece and with the urgency in his voice, he alerted, “Zero sight. He probably had escaped.”

On the receiving end, Zelo sat huffed in his black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up his elbows and with a frustrated expression on his face, he rips off his ear-piece and threw it against the back of the front seat. He didn’t know what bothered him more– the fact that Jongup had successfully escaped the turf he had always wanted to be free from, or the fact that he had to waste his time, searching for Jongup, for him to take the position he had been eyeing for a long time.

Zelo was conflicted. He should be happy. He should be thankful that Jongup went out of his way to give him the position he had been trained for, for life. But he wasn’t happy. In fact, he was devastated. His life was set and he didn’t like it. But who will be there to save him? He knows Lee Jaehan doesn’t want him on top, how will Jongup’s disappearance will make any difference to the situation?

The rivals shall never know. Especially Himchan’s parents. Lee Jaehan will lose face. Without an heir, the clan is weak and can be taken over, at any given time. The news of Jongup’s disappearance will shake the dark market and for sure will exhilarate unnamed individual. Lots of unnamed individuals.

Jongup’s selfishness has brought him as far as his feet could take him. He woke up by the bus station, and with the sun peeking through the dawn clouds, he was back on his feet, heading to the city. Jongup knows that the only way to stay alive, to be in crowded places. At least then, they won’t be able to pull out a gun. Maybe they don’t have the intention to hurt him, but his father would be fine with his son, limping. His organization is more important than his son’s limbs. Jongup can prove that with the scars he had since young.

The dragon tattoos that slither around his back, the carving of Japanese kanji along his backbone and the scorpion on his right ankle. Jongup was ‘stained’. And as if that wasn’t enough, he decided to have a tattoo on his neck–a compass, and it was the only tattoo that defined him. Jongup fastened his bag tighter to his shoulders, and his eyes were wild, as to keep himself on his toes. He kept a steady but a haste pace, compared to others on that street. He stand out with his striking blue hair and as if he knows that will expose him, he quickly snatches a cap sold by the roadside when the seller wasn’t looking.

He placed them on and sped off, undetected.

But his luck ran out when a policemen noticed. They called out to him, “Hey!”

Jongup sprinted like no tomorrow. And because of his combat skills, and trainings, he easily snoop around the city. But the policemen were equally as good. Jongup had to smart his way out. And in an unfamiliar surroundings, he hesitated a lot. He goes into a busy street and headed west to a low-cost and congested apartment full of foreigners. He leaps off the rooftop, one building to another with the parkour skills he learnt from the TV. He rolls over the other building as the policeman couldn’t do the same. He accidentally placed his palm on sharks of broken glass as he tries to get up and charged ahead on the only door there.

But when he opened that door, another policemen was standing there and lunges a full-blown punch on the side of his lips. Jongup flown backwards with his back supporting the fall, barely. Jongup, born a fighter, got back on his two-feet as the policemen readies himself for a hand to hand combat. Jongup threw his bag to the side, and smirked. “…well, okay.” His eyes covered by the cap. The policemen couldn’t see his face.

Jongup is a skilled fighter. His punches were quick and precise and he always hits where it hurts the most. With just a set of punches, the policemen was grunting as he held his ribcage. The policemen then curled into a ball and whimpered, blood spilling out his mouth. Jongup wipes his blood with the back of his hand and retain his bag from the dirty floor of the rooftop and continued his uncertain journey.

He wiped his dusty face with his dusty hands and kept on walking through unfamiliar alley. And as he breezed through the semi-occupied street, he notices that the number of police officers were increasing. He hid behind an abandoned hawker stall to keep observing. One of the officer uncaps his cap and fastened them on as he starts speaking to his partner. They were both young, most probably rookies.

They wore glow in the dark vests in broad daylight. Their badge glints at the contact of the sun. Jongup peeled his eyes for an escape route. The longer he stays, the less the chance to escape. It looks like they will be securing the perimeters quite terribly soon. The officer threw his hand behind his neck and scratches them while pulling his collars down a bit. Jongup could see that there was a tip of what seems to be a tattoo.

Quite similar to his.

He didn’t waste a second but his actions prove to be suspicious because young kids pointed their fingers at him and alert the officers. And he was again, on the run. This time, the escape wasn’t as smooth. He kept tumbling over things, holes on the road, hustling through the unsuspecting crowd, falling over his own steps, as the officers came after him. His third fall was because he collided with an oncoming bicycle, he scratched his face, bruises already started forming.

But Jongup didn’t have time to slow down. He kept going. The journey dragged into the night, rain starts to drizzle down, and they’re starting to hurt the long abrasion along his forearm from the collision with the bicycle rider before.

Neon blinking lights on the side, turns on. It says ‘Pharmacy’. He dashed pass an old couple as they leave the said pharmacy. He climbed up the stairs in a hurry, knowing that the officers are behind him. He passed level after level of the apartment and with his enemies tailing him, he knocked on one of the doors there. He wanted to bang on them but thought that it would compromise him more. So he gave a subtle knock and thank goodness.

Someone opened their door.

You were surprised but Jongup fell at your doorstep. He was pale, bloodied and exhausted, he collapse to his knees and you had to pull his body in and shut the door behind you. Severed lips and abrasion covering his forearms, this person is enduring this much of pain. Scratches on his faded jeans suggests his long journey and it didn’t cross your mind that he might be dangerous. Compass tattoo on his neck. His electrifying blue hair. Who is this person.

The officers who went after Jongup, passes the door.

Jongup woke up to the view of an unfamiliar ceiling. He hiked in a sharp breath and he felt a digging pain in his chest every time he breathed. He came down with a fever shortly after and he couldn’t say a word. He was weak. The wounds caused by sharks of glasses that he set his palm on, had become infected and thus, made him ill. He didn’t sanitize it right away. You walked in with some medication and porridge. A glass of water in the tray for him.

He was feverish for days. And when you told him to see the doctor, he curls to his side, begging you that he won’t. Jongup’s only reason is because he would have been found if he did. His father has eyes and ears around the nation. Jongup realises that you held a name card a lot of time. And one day, you finally called that number. But when this person came, you told Jongup to stay quiet and act like he’s not here.

He didn’t understand but he was not in the position to ask more than he was offered. He was indebt with your kindness. But he knew that this Bang Yongguk isn’t just friends. The conversation suggests.

And Jongup knows one thing. That he sleeps better with you around. The absence of a mother-figure since young probably had made him tougher than he should have been. The lack of trust, growing up, must have made him desperate for a sense of security– all of which, you had generously given to him.

And as your relationship with him blossomed, he sheds his shell, bit by bit. And soon, he was crazy about you. He wanted to protect, to love, to nurture. To give back what he’s given. But you keep a million of secrets. Although the fact that he could have given up and settled with simpler girls out there, Jongup didn’t have the heart. Jongup’s heart wouldn’t let go of you.

He knows it when he sleeps last night, he heard whimpers next to the bed you shared. You were crying and you repeatedly say that you were sorry. “I’m leaving, Jongup. I can’t stay here.” You cries in whispers. “I can’t tell you anything more… the only that’s keeping you safe is that you don’t know anything.” You added.

Jongup woke up this morning to a kiss just like a whisper. An empty suitcase, and he knew that you were gone. But Jongup didn’t want to conclude anything until he spoke to the pharmacy you frequent to. But his options were running out when he saw the pharmacy closed. A week after that, two weeks after that… three. Jongup stared at the name card with Bang Yongguk’s name and he lunges out the main door of your apartment.

Yongguk didn’t necessarily welcomed him in a hug. In fact, he threw a punch across Jongup’s face the moment Jongup told him about your relationship with him. But it was the truth. You’re in love with Jongup.

Days gone missing: 117

Jongup stood at a train station he escaped from, many months before. And at the opposite side of the station he saw a disoriented and confused young lady with torn cloth at the shoulders. Her skin were scarred with abrasions. And Jongup was stunned. She ran her hands through her hair, and her tear-stained face were unmistakably, you.

You held on a black bag. Jongup’s heart paces rapidly. He wanted to jump over the barriers and get to you. You glide your eyes to each side thinking that you might be followed. You darted your eyes straight ahead and you saw him. “Jongup.” The name stuck on the tip of your tongue. Jongup eyes started to turn glassy.

“Where are you going!” He roared, desperately. Your eyes stinging from the pain of not wanting to blink, because you were afraid that if you did, he’s disappear. A child knocked you by your thighs, and you realised that you weren’t dreaming.

Jongup asked, “Why are you running away…” You blinked and the tears fall on each side, “I was born to live this way. Bad man’s going to take me away,” you cried, fighting the noise from your surrounding. He was so close yet so far.

“I won’t let that happen to you! You know that, don’t you?!” Jongup begged. You looked at him with pleading eyes. “I’m a very dangerous person to be with…” you whimpered. “I shouldn’t have loved you.” You added. “No–don’t say something like that. Please don’t say that.” Jongup’s feet passes the yellow line and the indicator buzzed so he had to step back. Trains from either side had started coming and stopping. But Jongup didn’t get on. Because he was certain that you wouldn’t get on.

But when both of the train passes, you were gone.

He hurried to ask the guards, “Where is that train going to…”

Pohang. They’re going to Pohang.

But no.

Your eyes were wild and your mouth was covered by hand. Your screams were muffled by the gloves. And towering behind you was… a blonde tall lad. “Now we know where he is, alert father.” Choi Junhong, no, Zelo, commanded his men.

Zelo made you as bait. He wants to bring Jongup home, no matter how wretched his methods are. All because he wanted recognition from Lee Jaehan. That was all he was concerned of.

Next: Part 9

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