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mykoreanlove · 7 months

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Can I see you tonight?

“You are doing WHAT? Y/N, are you out of your fucking mind?”

The slightly annoyed voice shouting at you through your phone was no other than your best friend. “You cried so much because of that man-whore and now you’re going to his place? What is wrong with you?”

Fair enough, you had asked yourself that as well. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. What’s your motive?”

You sighed in defeat. “See, I thought about that, too. It’s true, JB hurt me badly. And I should be over him and all but I’m not. I am still thinking about him, wishing that it would be different. I… I miss him. And I haven’t heard from him in so long, I just.. I just want to know what he’s got to say to me. Can’t you understand that?”

Your friend sighed in annoyance. “What are you wearing?”

That question caught you by surprise. “Huh?”

“Y/N, don’t play dumb with me. What are you wearing?”

You looked down at yourself and started describing your outfit. Black sports leggings, red hoodie and leather boots. “Oh, you mean the sports leggings that accentuates your bubble butt? And the red hoodie that makes your eyes pop? And not to forget the leather boots that look sexy as fuck on you?”

You gulped, not saying a word. “What are you wearing underneath?”

It was pointless to lie, so you told her the truth. “Red lacy thong..”, you mumbled. “And?” You rolled your eyes, thankful that she couldn’t see it. “No bra.”

“Y/N, I swear to god. You are going over there because you want him to fuck you! Seriously? That bastard behaved like he fell for you only to ghost you and you’re thinking of fucking his dick?”

Hearing her talk like that made your stomach turn. She wasn’t all wrong but she wasn’t all right either. Did you put a lot of thought into your outfit? Of course you did. When Jaebeom ditched you it hurt like hell, so naturally you wanted payback. Getting dolled up, showing off your goodies to tease him – anything really that would make him regret dumping you.

You thought of all possible scenarios in your head. Would he apologize and confess his love to you? Would he fuck you and make you leave? Would he apologize and introduce a new girlfriend to you? Would he even be at home or was this all a prank? Endless possibilities roamed your head until you decided to stop thinking. The last thing you needed was a headache.

“Listen, I know you worry about me and I appreciate that. I am curious what he has got to say to me. And if he isn’t saying anything at all, I can at least ask why he ended things the way he did. Anything after that? Total uncertainty. Maybe I’ll see him and be turned off by him. Maybe I understand his ways and feel empathy for him. Maybe I decide I am done with him and leave. Or maybe I’ll use him just like he used me… It’s been a while and a girl got needs. Is that noble? No. But the world is complex, it’s not black and white. Especially not with JB. At least, I want to be prepared.”

You hung up as you arrived at his place. You scanned the bell for his name, taking a deep breath before pushing it. “Jaebeom, please don’t make me regret this.”

His apartment was on the third floor. You took each step nervously, not knowing what to expect from him. You were wondering if his heart was racing as fast as yours. When you made it to his floor you noticed his door being open ajar, him being nowhere in sight though. You collected yourself one last time before grabbing the handle and entering.

“JB?”

He was rushing to the front door, cheeks slightly red because he didn’t make it on time. “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you. Come on in!”

You took a good look at him. He was dressed casually – black joggers and a white shirt that accentuated his defined body. His hair was longer though, falling into his beautiful features effortlessly. He still had the same aura about him. He was confident in a silent, down to earth way. “Fuck”, you muttered under your breath. Hating him just got a lot harder.

“Did you eat? I cooked for us.” He beamed you a sly smile and ushered you into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly and you started to relax for the first time. You were too nervous to eat before, so you welcomed the pleasant smell of your favorite dish. “I made you tteokbokki. It’s your favorite, right?”

You thought back to the first time you had tteokbokki with him. It felt like ages ago, even though it only had been months. You were sitting on his couch eating, trying your best not to go up in flames as it was way too spicy for you. JB looked at you concerned. “Is it good?” You took a deep breath, nodding. “Yes, but it’s so fucking spicy!” He sprinted over to you immediately. “Oh, let me extinguish the heat then.” And with that he kissed you – sweetly and innocently.

You got pulled out of your memories as he handed you a plate. “Come on, let’s eat.” You barely touched your food – not because it was too spicy but because you were too nervous to eat. Up ‘til now you only talked about irrelevant things – what you had been up to, work, your family, plans for the remaining year. Jaebeom barely looked at you which you took as a sign of his nervousness. Why was he nervous though? You were the one that got rejected.

He got up and put on some music, dimming the lights to change the mood. Your stomach churned again, you had never been this nervous with him. He sat next to you on the black couch and just watched you.

“What?”

“Sorry, I, I thought this would be easier but it’s not.. It’s hard for me actually.”

You were confused. “What is?”

He grinned embarrassed. “Seeing you again. I know I fucked up and I wanted to talk about it but now that I’m actually seeing you it’s so hard.” He gulped nervously.

A ping of relief washed over you. He wanted to apologize, that was good! But you wouldn’t go easy on him, you wanted to see him suffer. You turned around and faced him directly, your doe eyes looking at him innocently while you were licking your lips seductively.

“Go on. You can do it, JB.”

He laughed. God, you missed his voice so much. The deep, honeylike voice that whispered the sweetest and naughtiest things into your ear.

“I wish I could find the right words and give you a proper explanation, Y/N. But I wasn’t in the right mind back then. I felt so lost.”

He took a halt and waited. That was not enough, no. You wanted more, you wanted a proper explanation from him. Maybe you needed to help him start?

You stood up and re-positioned yourself – on his lap facing him intimately. Jaebeom’s eyes widened in shock. His hands travelled to your sides automatically, squeezing your hips and ass. You caressed his face, tucking the lose strands of hair behind his ear.

“I am listening, Jaebeom.”

You felt him getting hard underneath you, grinning vigorously. He was holding back so much and you knew.

“I had been single for a short while when we met. And I wanted to keep it that way. You know, have some fun and move on. And it worked perfectly with all the girls before you but you y/n, you were different.”

You saw the pain in his eyes and felt good. It was petty but you were hurt and now you wanted him to suffer, too. You placed sweet little kisses along his jawline, whispering. “Different how?”

Jaebeom sighed heavily, trying to control himself.

“You were one of a kind. You still are.”

You let go of his jaw and watched him carefully.

“I had never met someone like you, y/n. You are so beautiful and funny. Smart and creative. Like I could talk to you about the most stupid stuff as well as my biggest fears. I was so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. I felt my best when I was with you. But also my… worst.”

The last part caught you by surprise. You wanted to get up and get some space between the two of you but he held you tight by your wrists.

“Listen to me, please. I felt my worst because I knew I couldn’t live up to you. I wasn’t the man you deserved to be with. I was acting like a big fuckboy, running away from my demons and facing different pussies instead of my baggage. I didn’t deserve to be with you.”

You started to tear up. Never ever had you thought of this possibility. Did you think of him leaving you because you were not good enough? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you sucked in bed? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you were just not what a guy wanted? You bet. But this?

His honesty caught you off guard.

„I knew that you wouldn‘t let go of me, y/n. I saw it in your eyes. So I did what I always do best: fuck up. I had to hurt you so badly, hoping that you would forget about me. Did you…?” He paused for a brief moment. “Did you forget about me?”

You held back tears as you were facing him. You hated being weak, but you couldn’t help it right now. With a very low voice you answered. “I tried to. I tried kissing someone else, I tried dating someone else but I… I always thought about you.”

You looked down at your lap, too embarrassed to face him. Jaebeom grabbed your chin with his fingers and looked at you lovingly. “Funny enough, I did the same thing. I tried to forget about you by getting with other girls but none of them did the trick. No one ever compared to you, y/n.”

You grabbed his hand that was holding your chin and squeezed it lightly. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you asked him again. “What changed? Why now?”

Jaebeom’s fingers landed on your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears you cried because of him. “I wonder how many tears you must have cried because of me, y/n. I am so sorry. I really, really am.” He looked at you sincerely, you were believing his every word. With a sigh he explained further. “I got tired of running away. I got tired of playing this game that I’m bound to loose. I want to be with you. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t change what I did but I want to be better. For you. I want to be the man you deserve to be with. If you let me, of course.”

He looked at you nervously. “Will you let me, y/n?”

You chuckled in relief, as well. “Of course, you idiot. Of course, I will.”

His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized what you had said. Not even a second after he crushed his lips onto yours, kissing you like it was the first time. You made out for a while, in desperate need for each other. He interrupted each kiss with another declaration of love.

“I will make it up to you, y/n.” Kiss. “I missed you so fucking much.” Kiss. “God, I’m such an idiot.” Kiss. “What did I do to ever deserve you?” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” Kiss. “I won’t fuck up this time.” Kiss. “I promise”. Kiss.

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yiensaintlaurent · 1 year

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00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

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jae-daddy · 1 year

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genre: romance, mature, melo plot: two married people fall in love a/n: i know its written dull, but trust me on this.

You wake up everyday facing the balcony of your apartment.

You never wake up to sunlight creeping in through the space between the blinds in your room. You always wake up just before the alarm, your shoes always placed perfectly so your feet slip into it as you sit on the edge.

Every morning seems the same. The same monotonous day; the same routine. The same twenty steps around your bathroom, the same cups, the same jar holding the teabags. The same toast and eggs, the same same same same same same same same same same same.

The same man always wakes up twenty minutes after you.

You always just happen you be halfway through the door when he enters the kitchen.

It’s the same bus ride to the same glass building. The same cubicle, the same work, same fake smiles and laughs, same stories. Same everything.

Tonight you decide to make stew for dinner. But is it really a decision when you make it at least five times a month?

He comes in at nine tonight.

You tell him to put the dinner away. You get into your bed, and close your eyes.

Sleep never comes easy, but you close your eyes anyway.

Your doctor told you to close your eyes even if you’re not sleeping.

Let the eyes rest.

But you can feel it moving underneath your eyelids, and now you can feel a migraine forming at the front of your head.

You feel the bed dip beside you. You remain on your side, ignoring him. You even out your breath, you are asleep.

I am sleeping. You say it as a mantra over and over again.

It works tonight. He faces the other side, you hear his phone click open.

He stays on that phone forever.

The sounds of the clicking on the keyboard, the endless Tiktoks. Your head is about to burst, you are about to burst.

And just when you cannot take it anymore, he lets out an obnoxious yawn. You ease, and he relaxes and sleeps.

You close your eyes waiting for sleep to take you away, but it does last long.

A few hours, and then you wake up to your balcony again.

The slippers slide onto your feet. Your pink brush remains where you left it yesterday.

The cup you sip your tea from as you stare out the window is the same one as yesterday. You got it as a gift from your sister one birthday. It was one of those horrifically cringe ones that says ‘The Greatest Sister Ever.’

You both had a fight a day before your birthday.

You were slipping into your heels when your husband enters the kitchen.

“Thank you,” he says just like every morning. You give him a small smile.

Normally that is the end of it, but today there is more, “We have to go to dinner tonight.”

You still in your actions and look up to meet his eyes. It was like looking at a stranger but worse, you couldn’t even tell what he was thinking.

But he could read the confusion on your face, “It’s my mum’s birthday.”

You nod, before looking at the calendar behind him. Even from the door you could see the pink marker around the date. You give him another plain smile, “I’ll pick up a gift on the way back.”

“It’s okay,” he says, and you’re thankful for it. “I’ll pick up something.”

“Okay,” you say, and slip your shoes on completely. You stand awkwardly for a second, and he looks at you too. How can you live with someone for twelve months and feel like complete strangers with them?

“Have a good day,” he says. Your lips part, and the silence stretches for a bit too long, but you finally manage,“You too.”

You escape before anymore awkward pleasantries pass between you.

The bus is busy like always. You find a space and smile at the girl already sitting there.

You let out a deep breath, and then inhale. You do it three more times, and a place a hand on your chest. Your heart was beating so fast, but you didn’t know why.

Apart from the mild heart-attack (it wasn’t actually a heart-attack, you googled it), the rest of the day was the same. The court room was the same, you had lunch with the same two girls, at the same lunchroom. The bus ride was the same; awful, humid and tiresome.

But tonight when you went home, you didn’t cook dinner.

Instead you showered, and changed into a pretty pale yellow dress. You did your hair into a nice pretty bun. You put on makeup and the lipstick that matches you so perfectly you save it for special occasions.

You get on your knees and pull out the box with your special heels.

You were going to meet your in-laws, you had to look nice.

Once ready, you took a look in the mirror.

You looked pretty.

How long had it been since you dressed up?

Your husband came soon after. He gave you a small smile as he took you in. You took in the pink wrapped box in his hand, and then your eyes went to the bouquet of flowers in the other.

He placed them both on the table next to the fruit bowl.

He went into the bathroom, and you stared at the flowers.

You wanted flowers too.

Growing up you never wanted to live in an apartment. You wanted to live in a house with a lawn or the country-side, somewhere where you could plant an entire garden. You would plant every flower you could get your hands on. It didn’t even have to look pretty as long as they bloomed you were happy with it.

You made a few attempts to plant in the apartment when you first moved in. The proof of that lies brown and dry in colourful flower pots outside on the balcony.

You didn’t realise you were staring at the flowers the entire time until he emerged from the bedroom.

He looked good.

He was good-looking.

The white shirt and casual blazer you laid out for him, hoping he would wear it, looked good on him.

You didn’t say anything though. He didn’t too, only, “Ready?”

It wasn’t a question really, more like ready or not here we go. He picked up the keys, the gift, and bunch of flowers. You picked up the tiny handbag you prepared for the night and followed him outside.

Maybe Uber rides were more comfortable than this.

The last time you set in one, they asked how your day was at the very least.

This was one of the few rare occasions you and your husband were made to be in each other’s company completely. Normally, the timings never matched up or there was someone else, or some other distraction.

People said this is common in arranged marriages. Reassurances and promises of everything working out were passed out to you like candies to a kid on Halloween.

You just stared out the window, you wished you could put the window down.

You wished you were in an Uber.

Your in-laws were good people.

Your mother-in-law, Jenny, always was in good hopes. She shared the same smile as her son and daughter, but you saw it more on her than anyone else.

Your husband handed you the gift and kept the flowers for himself. You hand her the pink box and she gushes, excitement evident in her voice, but she still reassures you that you shouldn’t have.

You’re polite with them. You smile, you laugh, you talk.

Whenever you’re with them or your own family, or whenever anyone else is around you and your husband, it feels like you’re outside your body. This woman is not you, it’s your husband’s wife.

“My son,” she places a sloppy kiss on your husbands cheek, he grimaces but his smile is bigger making his eyes disappear. Your heart feels like a mini heart-attack again, but its nothing, google said it was nothing.

You hug your sister-in-law Jae-e, instead. She hugs you back tightly, before complementing your lipstick, and your smile is true this time.

Your lipstick was made for you.

“Justin has come a long way,” you agree after Jae-e finishes her fifteen minute monologue about Justin Bieber’s highs and lows. She was a firm supporter of Selena, but she believes love changes and happens where it needs to, and Justin and Haley are together now.

You didn’t know much about Justin, you did back in middle school. Your best friend was a die-hard fan.

“Who’s Justin?” Your husband asks.

“Justin Bieber,” Jae-e rolls her eyes annoyed with her brother. Your sister and you were the same, it was like you were always teenagers no matter how much time passed.

“He only knows one JB,” she slides the comment towards you, you snort slightly, and her brother ignores it.

Or at least he tries to because he begins asking her about her new book.

The betrayal in her eyes is so funny, you had to bite your lip to hide your grin.

“It’ll probably be done before I get the chance to play with mum’s grandchild,” she’s proud of her reply, but instantly regrets it when her mother’s head snaps towards you and your husband.

You are frozen in place, your eyes on the sizzler plate. You wonder if it was still hot; and if so, how much would it burn the big mouthed twat.

“Yes!” Your mother-in-law gushes, and you start screaming inside. You’re surprised no one can hear you, in a way you are lucky no one can. She continues her loud words and each word makes your ears bleed, “WHEN DO I GET TO PLAY WITH MY GRANDCHILD?!”

She goes on and on. Some other couple who got married after you already has a kid. Another just announced their pregnancy.

You sat there staring at the plate, and then at the white table cloth.

White table cloth is so impractical. It basically just highlights all the mistakes a person makes. This family of five does not know how to take out their dishes properly and now there’s stains all over.

It was your father-in-law who finally stepped in, and said “That’s enough. This is not table conversation.”

You liked your father-in-law.

You bow and say goodbye to your in-laws. It was about time.

Your stomach was so full you were going to explode, and the heel straps were cutting into your skin. You were sure your lipstick had faded away by now.

All you wanted to do was go home and sleep.

But you have work tomorrow- no, tomorrow is Saturday!

But you were still excited to feel sleepy, maybe you’ll actually sleep and knock out completely.

Your thoughts got cut-off when you opened the door of your car.

“Oh,” you gasped as you picked up a flower from your seat. You showed it to your husband who stood there on his side of the car. “This must have fallen out.”

He bit his lip and then nodded, “Must have.”

He entered the car.

You were smiling when you buckled into your seat. You hummed along to songs playing, and looked out the window. You were okay with having the windows up.

The entire ride, you twirled the flower between your fingers, the yellow petals fluttering with each turn.

You wanted flowers.

When you get home, you head straight to the bathroom. The twenty steps increase by three as you place the flower into the cupholder. You stare it for a good minute.

You strip, shower and change into your pyjamas.

You watch as your husband as he goes into the bathroom.

Tonight you wanted it. Tonight you were not going to fall asleep.

Tonight you watched the light beneath the door. Tonight you didn’t realise as sleep took over you.

You woke up the next day. No alarm.

Your slippers sliding onto your feet. Twenty steps around your bathroom.

The cup- oh.

You halted in your steps.

The cup on the table, breakfast spread out and ready.

Your husband putting on his shoes as he’s rushing out the door. He looks frantic. You want to call out to him, what do you call him?

He catches sight of you before that, “Office emergency.”

You nod, smiling, telling him its okay.

He hesitates, and then the door closes behind him.

You look over the breakfast.

Same cup. Same bread and toast. Same egg. Same table. Same room. Same apartment.

But somehow different.

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daemour · 1 year

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Pairing: Jaebeom x gn!Reader (platonic ??)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 561

Warnings: cursing and thats it

Summary: For his birthday surprise, you take Jaebeom somewhere special and miss an opportunity to tell him something important

this was supposed to be for jaebeom’s birthday but i got daestracted with other deadlines and a hongjoong fic lol

“Hello…” Jaebeom mumbles incoherently, voice rough from answering your call two seconds after you dialled his number. “This is Lim Jaebeom.”

“Beom, I need you to come outside,” you say into the phone, voice shaking as you try to hide your excitement.

“Why?” His voice is still slurred, and you find it cute just like any other day.

You sigh through your nose. Jaebeom is not as bad as your mutual friend Youngjae when it comes to being woken up, but he’s bad enough and it being three in the morning does not help matters at all. “Pleaaase? It’s so cold outside.”

You can hear the pout in your voice and you know he can too because he groans and you can hear his bedsheets being kicked off his body. “You’re fucking insane. I’ll be out in a moment.” He hangs up in the middle of your victory cheer and you smile to no one in particular. It’s his birthday and you planned a surprise for him that you hope he would like.

“This better be good,” Jaebeom grumbles as he steps outside his apartment complex, pulling a jacket around his shoulders. “It’s cold and I wanna go back to bed.”

You laugh. “Okay, big baby. Get in the car, it’s warm. I need to show you something.”

“Can I sleep in the car?” You slap his arm but there’s a hint of a smile on both of your faces.

He does indeed sleep in the car, which is very expected behaviour of him. When you finally reach your destination you poke him awake and he seems just as disoriented as usual. “You took me to a cliff? You woke me up for this? Oh my God, I’m going to get murdered by my best friend, I hope this makes headlines.”

You laugh, shoving at him. “Dude, you’re so whiny. Get outside and look up.”

Jaebeom does a spectacular eye roll before opening the car door. “Oh, my God,” he breathes and you grin triumphantly.

“I told you so, dude! You’ve never seen stars this bright before, right? Seoul sucks for this kinda thing so I looked up where to best see the stars.”

“This is amazing,” Jaebeom says excitedly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I never thought it would be this beautiful in person. Thank you.”

You look away bashfully. “It’s not a problem, dude. Happy birthday, Beom.”

Jaebeom looks back at you with a shine in his eyes. It’s an image you want to keep in your mind forever. “You’re amazing.”

There are only so many compliments you can handle from Jaebeom before letting your crush overwhelm you so you just laugh it off with a joke. God knows how long you’ve liked him but you’d rather ignore your own feelings in case it all goes horribly wrong.

“Now you just have to do something just as nice for my birthday then,” you tease, elbowing him. “I expect fireworks.”

Jaebeom smiles and elbows you back but something has changed in the air and you don’t know what it is. And instead of confronting it head-on like you probably should, you just turn away and continue having a fun night with your very best friend and nothing more.

Maybe one day you will work up the courage to ask him out, but you’re content with being there for him now.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Seeing Him After Your Breakup ~ Lim Jaebeom

Your expression was soft as you glanced up, finally noticing hat the sun was beginning to lower. It was a sight that you had never tired of, a sight that you sought plenty of comfort from ever since you found yourself flying solo again, opting to enjoy a chance to relax for a while.

The sight of the sunset didn’t stop Jaebeom from playing on your mind from time to time. It had been a good few months since the two of you had separated, but despite everyone telling you that time was a healer, it didn’t feel that way for you.

Random moments after left you thinking, pondering how different things could be if you had Jaebeom by your side. Enjoying a sunset was something that you always hoped to do with him, but before the two of you got the chance to, you found yourselves going your separate ways, unable to see a way to make your relationship work.

You had found yourself heading to the park ever since, dumping most of your thoughts whilst you watched the sunset it. It was exactly what you needed, especially when one person in particular captured your attention.

“Hey…Y/N?”

You thought your mind was playing tricks with you as a familiar voice called out your name, but as you looked behind you, a familiar face stared down at you. A sheepish smile was on their face, not quite knowing what to do.

“Hi, how are you? You look well.”

“Y-yeah, I’m good, thank you.”

Your heart began to race the moment that your eyes landed on Jaebeom, as the feelings that you had soon came flooding back. Nothing had changed for you, he looked just as you remembered, if not even a little bit better.

“Can I sit?” Jaebeom asked you, “are you watching the sunset too?”

Your head nodded as you shuffled a little to make room for him, “I come down here most evenings after I’ve finished at work.”

“I can see why, it’s great here,” Jaebeom remarked as he took a seat down beside you. “Are you still doing your internship at that office by the café that we liked?”

A lot had changed since the two of you had last seen each other, with plenty to catch one another up on. As you began to tell Jaebeom that you’d ended up securing a job at the office, his smile grew, proud of how hard you had worked.

For a moment all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you, but then he remembered. It felt as if the two of you had never been apart, but at the same time there was months of history behind you both, having never said a word to each other.

“I always knew that that place would want you,” Jaebeom smiled as soon as you finished speaking, “you used to come home with so many compliments.”

You smiled appreciatively back across to Jaebeom, a little uncertain as to how the right way to act around him was anymore. “Thank you,” was all that you ended up saying, choosing to be safe around him.

The two of you soon found yourselves falling silent, both staring across to watch the sunset instead. Your breakup hadn’t left you both hating each other, but it was still the elephant in the room for you both as you tried your best to be civil to one another.

You’d ended up deciding to go your separate ways after you found yourselves at two different stages of your lives. You were a little younger than Jaebeom, and whilst he wanted to think about settling down, you were still pretty keen to head out and explore.

As soon as the fans caught the slightest clue that the two of you were together too, your relationship was pretty doomed. You could never bring yourself to repeat some of the insults that were sent your way, still often hearing a few of them in the back of your mind.

If he could have changed how things would, Jaebeom would in a heartbeat. He hoped that your heart hurt like his did, he hoped that seeing him excited you like the way that seeing you had left him feeling nervous, and hopeful that it wouldn’t be the last time too.

“I’m glad to hear things are going well for you Y/N.”

Your eyes flickered as soon as Jaebeom spoke up, finding yourself listening to everything that he had to say. It had always been one of his favourite things about you, how much you paid attention and always listened to what he had to say.

“I still think about you a lot, I’ve been wondering a lot over the past few months, but I never wanted to reach out and ask,” he told you.

Your head nodded, still a little uncertain as to what to say. As much as you wanted Jaebeom to reach out, you had no idea as to how he felt about you, especially after your breakup too.

“Do you still think about me?”

His question took you slightly by surprise as your body tensed up. “I do,” you sheepishly told Jaebeom, watching as his eyes lit up. “It’s pretty impossible not to think about you when you constantly come up on my TV screens, releasing yet another incredible song.”

Your words made Jaebeom’s heart soar, struggling to control his smile as he listened to you, not wanting to let you see just how touched he was to hear you.

“I always knew that you’d smash it.”

“There’s always felt like there’s one thing missing from that though.”

You knew straight away who Jaebeom was talking about, feeling his stare intensify in your direction. There were so many times when Jaebeom wanted to have you by his side, enjoying the moment with him, but instead he was left wondering where in the world you even were.

“I’m so glad that I came down here tonight, I was thinking of just heading home, but I thought a walk would do me good,” Jaebeom told you, “it’s done me the world of good getting to see you, there’s been so much that I wanted to say to you over these past few months.”

You weren’t quite sure where Jaebeom was going with what he had to say to you until you felt a hand rest over yours. You didn’t react for a few moments, but after realising what Jaebeom was doing, you turned your hand so that it pressed against his.

“Let’s not do anything too quickly,” you warned Jaebeom, “if this is the two of us deciding to at least see each other past tonight, then I don’t want to rush anything Jaebeom. I don’t want a repeat of what happened last time between us.”

“I won’t let that happen, I promise you,” Jaebeom smiled in reply to you. “You have no idea how happy my heart is just being able to see you again Y/N.”

“I never thought I’d see you again,” you admitted, still stunned to see Jaebeom before you.

Although he had gone on to do plenty ever since the two of you separated, he still thought of you, still wished that things could have ended so differently between you both too.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Jaebeom asked you.

Your lips pursed together as you thought momentarily, “that depends, what do you need to know my plans for?”

“It’s for a thing, it’s called a date, didn’t you know? I think we’ve been on one or two before.”

“It seems that I have plans for tomorrow now in that case.”

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dontbekoifish · 2 years

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The Sky Prince (1/3)

Pairing: Duffi!Jaebeom x f!reader (future chapters), slight Muska!Jinyoung x f!reader

Genre: Angst, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, death, violence, mentions of murder, injuries, toxic relationships (chapter specific)

Word count: 3684 (chapter specific)

Summary: Maybe Jinyoung was a little mean to you, but you think it gives him personality. You kind of like it. But he leaves you all alone. Until one fateful day, where your whole life turns upside down.

Movie: Castle in the Sky

Fandom: GOT7

This was written for the 2021 Ghibli Collab by @toikiii. It’s a long time overdue, so I’m sorry about that. But this will be finished by October, in a three-parter. I hope you enjoy the first part. :)

Jinyoung insisted he’s some sort of prince. You would’ve found it annoying if it was any other kid in the village, but you didn’t mind it from him. He had dreams and aspirations, and who were you to judge him? You would sit with him under the big oak tree in the orphanage’s yard and listen to his stories and tales. The other kids would call you both weird, but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t like they were any more mature.

As the oldest two of the orphans, Jinyoung being only a few months older than you, you and he often had a lot more free time. Honestly, you didn’t know why you both had to stay. Well, kind of. You weren’t able to leave until someone offered to marry you, as you were a young woman with no family. Such was how the village worked. But Jinyoung, you didn’t know what was stopping him.

Deep inside you wished he was waiting until he was old enough to marry at twenty and then he would engage you, but you know it wasn’t that. He didn’t really like you. He only put up with you because you believed his tall tales. You could see it in his eyes. When you two were stuck doing chores any other day, he would look at you with such animosity. But when you sat at the tree, he smiled at you.

That was why you would listen. Any sort of appreciation he looked at you with, you relished. Even if it was only thankfulness at your willingness to hear his stories.

But one day, when you were waiting at the tree, Jinyoung was slow. A lot slower than usual. Usually, he was right behind you, eager to tell tales.

“Jinyoungie,” you called out, watching his head lift, “why so slow today?” You ran back down the hill to meet him halfway.

Jinyoung looked at you, eyes dead, and your brows furrowed. “(Y/N).”

“Jinyoungie? What’s wrong?” You reached out, hands fisting in his cotton shirt sleeve. “Why do you look so mad?”

“I have a family.” What? “I have family,” Jinyoung repeated as if he read the look on your face.

Your lips pulled down into a frown, feeling a burn behind your eyeballs. You don’t want to cry, but you might. Having family means he would leave, and you’d be stuck here by yourself. “But I don’t want you to go,” you whined, the words coming out more choked than you’d like.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes. “Well, I have a family. I want to find them. They’re the key to reclaiming my position as prince. You remember, you have to. All those things I told you. And the gift, remember it?”

You nodded, letting go of him and shoving your hand in your pocket and bringing out the book he gave you. It was an odd show of affection, but it had been your fourteenth birthday and Jinyoung had found you crying in the closet because the other kids had pulled your hair and called you names. It was filled with drawings and notes upon drawings and notes of these bodies Jinyoung called robots. It was a little weird but you still loved it.

“Well, it’s important. And you gotta keep it safe.” Jinyoung assured you, and you nodded again. “Look, I’m being serious.” He had such a look of determination on his face for an eighteen-year-old, you suddenly felt small in comparison.

You sighed heavily. There would be no stopping him. Jinyoung took your silence as assent and he turned around to leave. “Wait, Jinyoung,” you said again, and Jinyoung turned back. “You know, I like you a lot.”

Jinyoung smiled slightly, a rare occurrence. “I know.” His hand lifted and planted itself on the top of your hair. “Thanks for listening to me.” He leaned in and your breath hitched as his full lips planted itself on your cheek.

You couldn’t move, not even when Jinyoung pulled back and offered you a wide grin before heading back down the hill. You stayed up on the hill ‘til evening when the mistress of the orphanage called for you, and when you headed to bed without even having dinner, the other kids laughed at you. But you didn’t care.

He kissed you. Even if it was just on the cheek, and you’re probably never going to see him again, he kissed you. He likes you back. Maybe he’ll come back and marry you when the time comes. You clutched the little book close as you fell asleep. Jinyoung will return, you could feel it. You knew it.

And he did return, just not in the way you expected.

You had just turned twenty-one and from in the closet of where you hid, you could hear shouts and cries. This was not how you had wanted your birthday to go. When the morning of had come you were waiting anxiously in the early morning at the gates of the orphanage as you had done for the past two years on your birthday, hoping Jinyoung would come.

But strange men in suits had come instead, telling you to go fetch the mistress, and you had gone to her. You had thought maybe they had come to get one of the boys, so you waited inside for them to leave so that you could come to the gates again. They talked with the mistress and it seemed they had reached a conclusion, so you thought they might leave. But they didn’t leave.

They pulled out a gun and shot the mistress right in the face.

The kids watching at the door and outside screamed, but you couldn’t go out and save them. You didn’t have time before more men swarmed the courtyard, grabbing the kids and shoving them down before pulling out their guns. You couldn’t look.

The kids inside were still here and you needed to help them. The mistress would be angry if you didn’t.

You shoved the children inside closets, under cupboards, in wardrobes, anywhere they would fit. Only then when they were all hidden and you could see the big oak door entrance start to shake violently did you run.

You found yourself in the boy’s side of the orphanage, in Jinyoung’s old room. What a sick irony. But you had no time to wait, the clamor was getting closer. You shoved your way inside his wardrobe, thick shirts from the kids who replaced him over and over getting in your way. But it was dark and it felt safer than under the bed.

It wasn’t safe enough, though. The closet door opened and you were yanked out so hard you thought your bone might pop out of your shoulder. The men had found you.

“We found another one!” One of the three men in the room poked his head out the door and called to someone. “It might be the one you’re looking for, sir! She looks like it!”

You struggled, but it’s no use. The men are too strong and one of them backhanded you, the gun he held slamming into your jaw. You cried out from the sharp pain, but they just hit you again. “Shut up,” the man gripping you hissed, “you’re only making this harder on yourself, little girl.”

You clenched your eyes shut, waiting, waiting for pain or death, when footsteps entered the room and a familiar voice was heard. “(Y/N).”

Your eyes flitted open. “Jinyoung?” you ask in a hoarse, broken voice. “What– what are you doing here?”

Jinyoung, now twenty-one, smiles at you but there is nothing positive in his eyes. Just cold, hard, greed. “(Y/N),” he repeats, “you’ve grown up well. Happy birthday.”

Your eyes welled up, unsure whether to be happy he remembered or disgusted he did this. This was not the determined eighteen-year-old boy you knew all those years ago. “Jinyoung?” you repeated again, voice cracking. Jinyoung smiled a little wider, taking a step closer. “Why are you here?”

“(Y/N),” he tsked, “don’t be so sad. This orphanage never did anyone any good. They keep you here to be married off, and when they don’t get you married off, they keep you for free labor. Tell me, how long have you been here? Six years? More? So why haven’t you left? You had all the chances you could.”

You didn’t even know how to respond, only weakly saying his name once more. Jinyoung rolled his eyes and sneered. “Stop calling me like a child who just learnt their parents’ names. Look, I’ll just cut to the chase. Give me the notebook.”

You blinked up at him. “Notebook?” Jinyoung hissed through his teeth, stepping closer and grabbing your jaw with his hand. He wrenches your chin up and you can feel your neck strain as you’re forced to meet his eyes.

“The damn notebook, (Y/N). God, you’re so fucking stupid. The notebook. I entrusted. To you.” Your eyes shook looking up at Jinyoung. He was unhinged, so, so angry, and you hated him.

“It’s in my room,” you croaked out, and Jinyoung slipped into an easygoing smile with a bat of an eye.

“Good girl,” he crooned, and you felt sick. “Now, take us to it and I’ll let you go.”

You stood shakily, legs weak. How did this happen? You wanted to cry but you were so damn scared. When you stepped out in the hallway, you almost collapsed again. Bodies of the employees and the children here littered the hallway and it was only the grip of one of the men that kept you upright.

Jinyoung tsked again, hand moving to your shoulder where he dug his fingers in uncomfortably. “Stand up straight, (Y/N). Hasn’t the orphanage taught you anything? I could just kill you right now and find the notebook myself.”

You couldn’t respond, eyes trained on the wall in front of you. You could not look down. You must not. If you looked, you fear you would kill yourself. You lead them silently through the hallways until you stop at your room next to the headmistress’s. You unlocked the door with shaking hands, and you could feel your heart cry at the sight before you.

The children who were hiding under your bed were strewn across the floor, blank, dead eyes looking up at the ceiling. You could barely move, and Jinyoung sighed at your almost-catatonic state. “Go on, (Y/N),” he said with barely concealed impatience. “Go get me the notebook.”

It’s only when the other man shoved you did you stumble toward your pillow, feet heavy and tripping over the bodies strewn across the floor. The notebook– it was inside your pillowcase and you drew it out quietly.

When you turned around with the small, worn notebook in your hands, Jinyoung’s eyes lit up. He leaned forward and basically grabbed it, flipping through it fervently with a sick, twisted smile on his face. “Finally,” he breathed, “finally.”

He stood there for an almost uncomfortably long amount of time, flipping through before landing and staring at a page. With a sinking feeling in your gut, you knew which part it was. After a few minutes, Jinyoung finally turned to the men standing right at the door. “Leave us,” he commanded, and despite their obvious uncomfortableness with the command, they left you two in the room alone.

Jinyoung stared at you for a moment before thrusting the notebook at you, opening to the page you had dreaded. “Read,” he commanded again.

“Why?” you asked, but Jinyoung shook his head and you cleared your throat slightly before reading aloud what you had written. The journal entries you added once a year on your birthday until today. “Entry one. Jinyoung is gone, am I happy about it? No, but maybe he’ll come back.” The words were choked, and Jinyoung tsked again.

“Clearer.” You coughed lightly, eyes quavering with unshed tears.

“I want him to return and marry me. I want to smile at his side. I miss Jinyoung. It’s only been a few hours but I want to hear his stories again. He’s a sky prince. Will he return? I must believe he shall, for if he won’t I know that butcher from the village will ask me to be his. I don’t like him that much, he gets mad when I’m dreaming about things that are out of my reach”—the first tear slipped down your face and you quickly scrubbed it away with your palm—“but I’m sure Jinyoung will return.

“He has to,” you continued with your resolve weakening and more tears falling down your face, “because I love him. In all those children’s books, they say love trumps all. I want Jinyoung to come and yell at the kids teasing me like he used to. I just want him back.”

Jinyoung sighed, hands coming out and cupping your face in his big hands. You flinched but Jinyoung paid no mind, thumbs gently brushing the tears away. How could he? How could he come here and kill all the people you cared for and then just treat you so softly? “Continue,” he ordered once more, but his voice was a lot quieter.

“Entry two. Jinyoung isn’t back, but I’ll wait until next year. I’ll be old enough to marry then, and he’ll come and take me away. The butcher is getting impatient. He keeps coming to talk to the headmistress about me, and I’m never allowed to listen in. Where is Jinyoung? Even though he was a little mean to me, he still made sure I was all right. After all, I was the only one who listened to him. Why can’t he come to visit?

“Entry three.” Jinyoung’s hands were still on your face and you refused to lift your eyes from the book. You don’t think you could look at him after what he had done. “The butcher asked me to marry him. I said no and he hit me.” You could feel Jinyoung tense, fingers pressing into the hollows of your cheeks slightly. “The headmistress was angry with him, but he still waits at the gates sometimes to look for me. I try not to go out anymore. Where’s Jiny-”

“Stop,” Jinyoung hissed, hands dropping from your face and grabbing the book back. “Don’t read it anymore. Instead, tell me.” His voice shakes almost imperceptibly as if he’s trying not to become the eighteen-year-old he once was. “Why did you write in it?”

Your lips tightened, you still refused to lift your head to look at Jinyoung. “I missed you. I was young, lonely, and I loved you.” Jinyoung’s hand grabbed your jaw again, forcing you to meet his eyes. They still didn’t show any affection for you, but you’re rather glad about that. If he looked at you with love you might have forgiven him.

“Do you still?” The question made your lips quirk up. How could he ask you this now? Your eyes shifted to the side; you could hardly stand to look at his cold eyes.

“Maybe under different circumstances, I would.” The answer was enough for Jinyoung and he dropped his hand once more. He turns away, but you can’t help but ask him one more question. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

Jinyoung looked back at you, something akin to pity flashing across his stony face, and he stepped closer again, leaning closer. You flinch back but his hands dart out again, holding you still as he presses his lips to yours. Unlike the first kiss you had received from him, your heart didn’t beat in excitement, only in fear and disgust. There was no feeling as if Jinyoung was only trying to see if he would feel any different.

He lets you go after a moment, pulling back with an unreadable expression on his face. “Maybe if I stayed here, I would’ve married you. But I had left and I only knew you as the girl for whom I owed a favor. I suppose it was some sort of wishful thinking. Never will happen again, probably.” Your heart dropped.

If he stayed, this never would’ve happened. He would have been yours. But he’s unrecognizable now. Greedy, evil, you hate him. Jinyoung laughed at the expression on your face. “Don’t look like that, (Y/N). Be glad I kept you alive. And don’t worry about the butcher anymore.”

You didn’t move, almost in a sort of parody from when he first told you he was leaving. You didn’t move until long after he left the room and the sun was rising to its position in the middle of the sky. Only then did you have the courage to move. The bodies were still strewn across the grounds and you couldn’t help but cry for each and every one of them.

Fifteen kids, you remembered the count. Fifteen kids and all of them dead. Fifteen children and their mistress, the workers, all dead. Only you were alive and you didn’t want it. The village was just as quiet, when you had left the gates of the orphanage no one came out.

But when you approached the center, one lone woman came out, eyes burning with hatred and tears. It was the butcher’s sister. “You killed him,” she cried shakily, a finger pointing at you accusingly. “You sent that man to kill him.”

You can barely hear her, your own heartbeat thrumming in your ears. But the words struck you. “He– Jinyoung? He killed–” She nodded angrily once more.

“He came, saying he was doing a favor for you, and shot him point blank. You told him to,” she screeched, and you flinched. She took an angry step towards you, and you took one back.

“I didn’t– No, of course I–” you pleaded, “I didn’t know– He didn’t tell me, I told him nothing.” The sister shrieks, in fury or anguish, you don’t know, and lunges at you. She doesn’t get far when someone else runs out and holds her back. You recognize him too, the son of the village elder. His name escaped you at the moment, and it would only be years later, when you tell the story to your grandchildren, that his name was Jackson.

He sighed, shaking his head at you. “I don’t think you caused this,” he started to say slowly, “but I don’t think the village will believe you. I cannot save you from their wrath. You need to leave now. I can give you time until sundown, but leave.” His face tightened at your expression; you didn’t know what face you’re making.

You didn’t even have time to register when he pulled the sister back inside and left you standing out there in the open. Only then did you realize that while the town yard was empty, eyes were staring at you through the windows and the doors. He was right, they blamed you. Who else, when all the others in the orphanage were dead? Maybe Jinyoung thought he was doing you a favor in some twisted way, but his life wasn’t the one upended, it was yours.

You ran all the way back home in a fit of panic, pulling out the lone suitcase you had and shoving everything you can into it. Maybe if you had paused for a moment, you would have changed your mind because you certainly wanted to die after seeing what you saw. But this wasn’t the way you wanted to go. Maybe you didn’t deserve it, but you wanted to live.

Walking out of the town after spending almost all of your life in it was strange. You didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, you were happy you were gone from this hellhole, but on the other, you hated yourself for causing the death of someone. Why would Jinyoung do this? That was the lone question on your mind. Did he cause all this just for the damn notebook?

Your heart ran cold thinking about Jinyoung. What happened to him? Sure, when he still lived at the orphanage was cold-hearted and often just flat-out mean, but he still had some sense of morality. But not he just went on a rampage, killing every child in the orphanage because of what reason? It couldn’t have been spite.

What changed him? You shivered, remembering his cold eyes as they looked at you like you were just another person in his way. And maybe you were. But then, why would he kill the butcher? A favor? In return for keeping care of his notebook?

You shivered again, not up and down your spine, but from the cold. It was November, not quite winter yet but it certainly felt like it. The orphanage was always warm in the winter so you hadn’t the need for coats, but now you regretted it. With only a worn shawl around your shoulders, you were uncomfortable in the bitter wind.

If you died from the cold now, you wouldn’t be opposed. You had been walking for hours; night had settled over the trees and the temperature dropped by the minute. Death seemed like a good option, and maybe it would give you peace of mind about Jinyoung.

You may not be given peace of mind, but your brain did stop thinking about Jinyoung when your ankle rolled and you started falling down the steep hill you had been so carefully walking along the edge of. Sharp rocks bruised and scraped your body as you tumbled down what seems to be everlasting.

Only when you slammed into the side of what seems to be a stone wall did you come to a halt. You could hardly move, aching all over and your eyes fluttered shut. Everything hurt and you just wanted to die. You could hear a lantern jangle but you didn’t even have the energy to call out for who it was. You only feebly curled into yourself and let the pain overcome you and turn everything muddy, and then to black.

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winter-dayz · 7 months

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Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist: @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

#angst #bangtan sonyeondan #blackpink #fictober #fluff #got7 #horror #itzy #monsta x #oneshot #reader #smut #stray kids #tomorrow x together #wonho

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Forgive and Forget (pt 2) | Mark Tuan (Mafia AU!) Imagine

Pairing: Mafia!Mark Tuan x Wife!Reader; Mafia Boss!Lim Jaebeom x Sister!Reader

Requested by anon: can i have mark tuan!mafia part 2 please?? his wife accept him back, thank youu

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 879 words

A/n: not quite how i feel about my portrayal of mafia aus but i would love to hear what you all think! happy that at least this one get an immediate happy ending....unlike babel...that book is destroying me and i love it. you can find part 1 right here!

Tunes: black clover :):)

It had only been mere weeks since the whole kidnapping ordeal and it genuinely scared you how quickly you were adjusting to your new living situation. While you hadn’t been entirely closed off from the works of the underground world prior to Mark and Jaebeom faking their deaths, it was terrifying being around and exposed to just about everything that was going on behind the scenes. As much as Jaebeom did his best to keep things out of the home, both your and your son’s sake, it wasn’t any feat, with some of the violent aftermath making its presence known more oftentime than not.

Bloodied shirts, bruised skin, tattered jackets, the smell of gunpowder - inadvertently reminding you of the smell of violence - it all seemed to seep into your current life more than you would’ve preferred.

“Mom?” Isak called out, poking his head into your room where you were currently putting away some laundry. “When’s Dad coming home?”

Ah. Then there was Mark.

While he didn’t live at the house with you guys, he was almost always there, driving Jaebeom up a wall. You had to give it to him though. Mark was trying his hardest to be a present father, and husband, never failing to spend time with the two of you to the best of his ability. It was truly moving to see him putting in as much effort as he was.

Although that shouldn’t have been surprising to you in the slightest. Even when you were just dating years back and during the first few years of your marriage, he had been like this. Maybe it was the fact that he had so gracefully slipped back into his role as your man and didn’t so much as falter filling his role as a dad. It was hard to hold a grudge when you still loved the man as much as you did, and when he was so clearly doing his best to show you that his feelings for you hadn’t changed, only multiplied tenfold during your time apart.

“Soon,” you responded softly, looking over at him as you folded a shirt. You hoped at least.

Isak went to say something when he heard the front door open and ran towards it giggling the entire way. As much as you figured it would be fine to allow him to wander to the front door to greet whoever had just arrived, you had absolutely no idea what condition they were in. Tossing aside the jeans you were now holding, you rushed out of the room, just barely managing to catch up to Isak and grab his arm just before he could reach the foyer.

And thank the heavens you made the choice you did because there stood a battered Mark being held up by a nearly unscathed Jaebeom. Your eyes widened taking in your struggling husband but pulled yourself together enough to address Isak, managing to convince him to go play in his room ( bribes were a parents best friend after all in time of great need ). With him gone, you rushed the two of them further into the living room, trying your best to find where Mark hurt the most to begin treating him as best as you could.

“I’m fine,” Mark groaned as your hands danced over his body. “Really, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine!” you scolded. “Jaebeom, bring me the first aid kit.”

Not questioning you, Jaebeom rushed off to get the kit. You helped Mark get out of his shirt, wincing as you saw the number of bruises that were starting to bloom on his skin. And…were those burns?

“What happened?” you asked, pulling away slightly, taking the kit as Jaebeom offered it to you. “Go keep Isak distracted while I patch him up.”

With Jaebeom gone, Mark relaxed a bit only wincing when the alcohol stung a bit too hard in particular scrapes. “We were supposed to only do a routine weapons trade with a gang not far from here. They thought they could get away with more than they bargained for. Tried to blow up the whole pier.”

“You covered Jaebeom, didn't you,” you interrupted. Mark looked away from you. “You can’t make stupid decisions like that anymore, Mark! You have a son who practically idolizes you now that you’re in his life. And if you were to actually die this time…I don’t know what I would do with myself.”

Mark’s hands cupped your face, lifting it to look at his own. The pads of his thumbs wiped away the tears that you hadn’t realized had even fallen.

“Don’t cry,” Mark begged. “Don’t cry. Not for me. I can’t stand to see you cry.”

“How can I not? You mean too much for me to lose, again.”

Mark swore he felt his heart shatter at your words. Instead of saying anything he ignored the pain as he pulled you up and into his arms, holding you close to him. Neither of you said another word, there wasn’t any need to. Your actions alone spoke volumes all on their own. It was clear that you’d made your decision on taking him back. Taking your whole life back, even if it was no longer the same as before. You’d already forgiven and forgotten everything.

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flurrys-creativity · 1 year

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Filipendulous

Filipendulous (adj.) - hanging by a thread

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It3 getting late… where ar yo?”

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

“If youre stayin out at least say soo…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So that means?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me neither.”

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

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

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

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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Got7′s reactions to...𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐩.

Mark

The smile that tugs at his lips has the guys giggling like school girls. Mark grabs your wrist lightly and pulls you back down, pressing a light kiss to your cheek before he wishes you sweet dreams. Once you’re out of sight Jackson is the one to make a big deal out of it calling Mark all kinds of cringe worthy nicknames.

“I promise to keep it down, babe.”

Jaebeom

He would relish the feeling of your lips on his skin and grab the collar of your shirt to pull you into a quick kiss. He would ignore the cat calling from Bambam and make sure you were feeling okay, before he let you leave for a nap. When they are all alone, Jaebeom would throw a pillow at Bambam and would tell him to shut up before he crushes him.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, babe? Do you need anything from me?”

Jackson

Oh lord, he would be a mess and total lump of needy little affection. You would try to pull away, but Jackson would just pout up at you and bat his eyelashes. He would poke his lips out and making the kissy sound which would in turn make Bambam and Yugyeom echo the kissy sounds while the other guys just laughed. You would roll your eyes and peck Jackson’s lips before you brushed his hair from his face.

*big pout* “You missed.”

Jinyoung

Cue actor Jinyoung. The smile on his face is tight as he tries not to show how he really feels since Yugyeom is watching his reaction like a hawk. He laces your fingers together and kisses the back of your hand while staring up into your eyes. He smiles and shakes your wrists a little before he kisses your fingers again and lets go of your hand. Once you leave Jinyoung’s ears turn a little red and Yugyeom is on it! The little shit is teasing Jinyoung bad...Jaebeom may have to step in so that he doesn’t get murdered.

“Enjoy your nap, love. Call me if you need anything.”

Youngjae

A blushing mess, can’t help but stumble over his words as your face comes into his view. The moment your lips touch his forehead, his soul leaves his body and he turns to a puddle of mush. You giggle to yourself and pat Youngjae’s chest before you smile at the other guys and head to your room for a nap. Youngjae whines and hides his face in his hand while his ears are bright red.

“Ya! Y/n-ah...their trying to kill me.”

Bambam

You gotta be quicker than that! He would see you coming and pull you down for a deep kiss, giggling as you push away from him. He would peck your cheek and litter your wrist in little kisses before he leaned his head back against you. He wouldn’t care that the guys were there, he only cared about you and he never let you sleep without knowing that you were loved. He picks himself up off the couch and lets the guys know that he’ll be right back after he tucks you in.

“Come on baby, let me tuck you in. Can’t have you getting cold.” *evil lil glint in his eyes*

Yugyeom

No, nope, don’t even. You know damn well that the guys will tease him and his needs to taste your lips, always. Yugyeom would take it on the chin and pull you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. You wanna play this game? That’s fine, but Yugyeom will win. He lets you get comfy in his lap and traces small circles on your lower back, easing you into a safe place as you drift off to sleep in his embrace. He’s a little shit because he knows the guys won’t say a word to him about it while you are right there.

“Where are you doing, sweetness? Come here for a moment.”

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bambikisss · 2 years

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PROVE IT TO ME

> Being a dancer is one thing, but dating Lim Jaebeom while performing with him is another thing.

Warnings: SMUT (SO FAR we got grinding, choking, spit, and unprotected sex) and fluff. Mr. JayB being hot on stage with you hehe

''From the top, one more time everyone."

You sighed as you pushed your sweaty body off the cold practice room floor to meet the other dancers in the formation. You couldn't tell whether the water you had was the thing rolling down your chest in between the valley of your breasts or sweat but it made you uncomfortable. You sighed as the R&B beat flowed through the studio, moving perfectly with the other dancers as you completed the dance. You weren't fond of the repetition when it came to practices, but one thing made it worth it.

What made it worth it was the man in the front of the group of dancers with short, almost buzz-cut hair in sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. To the other dancers, he was just JayB, but to you, he was more than that; he was your boyfriend of six years. Did anyone in the room know that about you two? No, but you both wanted it to be that way. You didn't want anyone thinking you were just chosen because you were his girlfriend, not because of your dancing skills while he was more worried about one of them telling fans. So, to protect both of your careers, you both keep it a secret. You didn't mind though. It was funny to you to watch people try and flirt with him only for him to shoot you a glance and then turn them down.

"Alright anyone, thank you. The performance tomorrow night is very important," you all nodded, your body feeling heavy as you once again rested on the ground as his manager spoke, Jae shooting you a glance as he chuckled, finding your pout and exhaustion funny. You made sure to secretly flip him off before you all were dismissed. You both made sure to take your sweet time to gather your things, leaving you both together in the room alone. You made sure to glance outside to make sure you both were alone before you rushed to jump into his arms, Jae effortlessly catching you as he kissed you. You loved the way he kissed you, always with so much love and care. You rested your forehead against his, a smirk coming to his lips as he held your hips, letting your feet touch the ground. "You seem to have so much energy for someone who had to sit on the ground instead of standing up like everyone else," your smile dropped as you shoved his shoulder, your boyfriend's laugh becoming music to your ears as he kisses your cheek as an apology. You accepted it, doing the same to him as you both picked up your bags to leave.

"Are you free now for lunch?" He asked, his hands resting on your hip as the two of you walked out of the room, a pout coming to his lips as you shook your head. "I have lunch plans with Jihyo. Did you pick a song for us to do our deuet that you've been wanting to do for so long?" You asked, your boyfriend humming as he nodded. "I'll show you tonight." Before you could object as you had made plans with a different friend for dinner, he pecked your lips. "If I can't get you for lunch, the least you can do is visit me tonight for dinner, baby." You sighed as he walked out first, leaving for his car as you wanted, catching his wink that he sent your way.

You did show up at his home later that night, Jae handing you the ramen he had made for you as he played music, showing you the song he had chosen your duet, which made you choke on the ramen. He had chosen Loving you for your duet, which wasn't the problem. What was the problem was how he described making the choreography. "I want you pressed against me and you'll go this way while my hand moves up your thigh," he said nonchalantly, ignoring your coughs as you refused, saying that it would be too embarrassing. You knew not only were his parents going, but yours were also along with YoungJae and Jinyoung, so you refused to do such a sexy dance in front of everyone like that. He pouted, Jae leaning down as both hands rest on the side of your body.

To him, he didn't care who was in the audience and who saw how he chose to show his love for you, but he also secretly had a kink for it. He thought it was hot.

"Babe, please, just this once?" He asked, your body shivering as he touched my leg, moving up your leg slowly as he leaned down to kiss your neck, your hands moving into his hair as you moaned. "As long as you don't do anything too crazy, I'll do it." You thought about it like a performance; you both were just doing the choreography.

You were wrong.

You were on stage with the other dancers, performing with everyone when loving you came on, you smiling as the fans cheer as he dances with you during G1nger's part. He pulled you so you were in front of him, not realizing until you both moved your hips how close he was to you. He chuckled against your ear as your breath hitched, Jae gripping your hips before you both separated, your lover winking at you as you performed the separate parts of the duet, then coming together once again. You could tell he was getting hot and bothered from the close choreography, you decided to get your revenge. You made sure to move closer to him as your butt rubbed up against his hardening dick, your free hand grabbing his as you placed it on the very top of your thigh, his fingers dangerously close to the inside as you moved before you both separated, the other dancers joining the two of you on stage as you both performed.

You didn't think much of the performance, not even thinking about it until you both got off the stage, Jae waiting until you were alone before pulling you into his dressing room, pinning you against the door, his eyes dark. You were about to ask him what was going on when he shoved his face into your neck, licking and sucking as your hands grip his hair, a moan coming from you as he groaned against your neck, rolling his hips into yours. "You knew what the fuck you were doing on that stage baby. You got me so fucking hard and then walked away like it was nothing, So, here's what you're going to do: you're going to let me have my way with you and you can prove to me that you can handle what you cased on stage," he gripped your hair, tugging as he popped the button on his tight pants, pulling back so you were both face to face. His eyes were dark as he pushed you down to your knees, no words needing to be spoken as he let his hand grip your hair as he pushed down his pants with his free hand.

Jae was in no rush as he tapped his cock against your cheek, pushing into your mouth as he looked down at you with his eyes, letting you know that you were to suck and take his cock down your throat like a good girl or there would be consequences and from past experience, those were consequences you didn't want to face. He groaned as you began sucking his dick, not bothering to try and be defiant, not that you didn't enjoy it.

He pulled his dick back after you coughed, pulling you up by your hair before he kept you against the door, his hand moving to your throat. "Open" he smirked as you opened your mouth, Jae spitting into your mouth as he waited for you to close your mouth before applying a bit of pressure to your throat, picking you up as he pushed into you, not giving you any time to adjust as he fucked you. He kept his hand on your throat, making you look at him as he moved, making fun of your whimpers. "Aww, someone can't take the dick they wanted so fucking badly? Well, if you weren't such a slut on stage we wouldn't have this problem and I'd be taking mercy on you" he chuckled, his thumb moving to your bottom lip as he moved faster, slapping your ass as he chuckled.

"JayB, you okay in there?"

He paused his hips as his manager knocked on the door, Jae's eyes pricing into yours, letting you know to be quiet as he resumed moving his hips, letting his manager know he was alright as he played with your clit. You bit your lip as you felt yourself coming closer, your hand wrapping around his wrist as you tightened around him, Jae nodding as he told his manager he'd meet him outside. Once he was sure that the manager left, he let you know it was okay to cum, his hips pounding into you as he chased his own release, groaning as he kissed you, muffling your cries as you both came.

He waited a few moments, kissing around your face as he pulled out, "Do you wanna just say fuck it and come back to my place tonight? I honestly don't care if the other dancers see us anymore, I just want hold you." You nodded, holding his hand as he cleaned you both up, holding your hand confidently as he walked out to the car with you, your hands tightly holding one another as you both left together.

#got7 #got7 imagines #got7 jinyoung #got7 mark #im jaebum #got7 jackson #choi youngjae #got7 bambam #got7 jaebum #im jaebum imagines #lim jaebeom #jayb #im jaebum smut #im jaebum x reader #jaebum

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celestialshearts · 1 year

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

——— BASICS! ♡

NAME: kiran

PRONOUNS: he/him

ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio

TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken

——— THREE FACTS! ♡

i've been roleplaying on and off since i was like....13?? (jfc that's a long time...)

i'm currently studying for a history and politics degree!!

uhh...i got to meet lim jaebeom from got7 last year?? i'm counting that as a fact about myself bc i can't think of anything else lmao

——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: tumblr, discord, used to write on forums

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: i prefer plotting and memes!! it helps me get more inspired for a pairing/thread

——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: if this means for my own muses, then honestly i just like writing trans and non binary muses? i don't really have a preference other than none of them are cis lol, but i'm very happy to write with muses of any gender!!

MULTI OR SINGLE: multimuse/multi-ship for myself (except for certain muses like ori for example) and no preference for everyone else!!

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): uhhhh...i guess those on my banned faceclaim list??

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: yes fluff is adorable

ANGST: i may love fluff but i need my muses to go through it too asdfgjdjsdd

SMUT: rn i don't feel very confident in writing smut (unless i'm very, very comfortable with someone, then i'll give it a shot) but if we talk a lot, i'm happy to do headcanoning!!

tagged by: @unfinishedjulyrain tysm!! <3

tagging: whoever would like to do it, you can just say i tagged you hehe

#(ooc): typing ...#i'm crying the facts about myself was so hard to fill out #idk shit about myself HJDSJDKS

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rainy-bangbeom · 2 years

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Less than Innocent | Lim Jaebeom

pairing(s): Lim Jaebeom x Fem!Reader

genre: Fluff, Suggestive

warnings: Lewd humor, suggestive kissing and teasing, slight discussion of insecurities about sex

word count: 645

synopsis: Your sense of humor has always been on the more inappropriate end of things, but Jaebeom soon learns what’s on the outside may not necessarily match that on the inside…

“Wow, Beomie… You’re really good at that.” Jaebeom rolls his eyes at your suggestive comment, inhaling the last bite of his banana before tossing the peel in the trash. He heads into the living room, where you’re still snickering, and drops onto the sofa beside you. You immediately cuddle into his side, allowing easy access for him to playfully ruffle the hair atop your head.

“What are we watching?”

“The Simpsons.” He hums at your reply, finding more interest in his phone than the cartoon on the TV. While attempting a level of Candy Crush, Jaebeom just barely catches the crude joke one of the characters says—not at all surprised when your laughter fills his ears. He finds himself expelling a chuckle before failing his game yet again.

Jaebeom groans, “God, I can’t beat this level. It’s so hard.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Really, babe?” He rolls his eyes at your shameless smirk. “You’re worse than Bambam.”

You chuckle, throwing your leg over Jaebeom’s thigh to straddle his lap. He welcomes your body on top of his with a hand on your waist and thigh, squeezing the flesh when you cutely nuzzle your nose against his.

“I make things interesting…”

“More like you make things sexual.” He quips, pecking a short kiss to your lips. “But you’re right… I love that about you.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“What else do I love about you?” Jaebeom leans his head back to provide more room for your wandering lips against the base of his jaw. “Well, I love how you manage to light up every room with your smile, and how excited you get whenever we order your favorite food…”

Your giggle melts his heart.

“Really? Anything else?”

Jaebeom bites back a malicious smirk before suddenly grabbing your hips and flipping around until your back hits the couch cushions and he’s settled comfortably on top of your form. He feels your body quiver as he trails his hand up the inside of your thigh.

“I love how damn sexy you and your dirty jokes are, and the fact you don’t even realize it—what’s wrong, baby?” At the uneasy expression across your face, Jaebeom immediately pulls away to free your body of his weight. He takes your hands, which he notices are trembling, and shakes his head, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not your fault, Beom.” He watches in confusion as you worriedly naw at your bottom lip. “I should have told you sooner…”

“Tell me what?”

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and shrug, “I’ve, well—I’ve never done… anything like this…”

“So you’re a virgin? That’s totally okay—”

“I’ve never really done anything even remotely sexual, Beom!” Jaebeom finds his heart practically melting at the downcast expression along your features. “I mean—you’re the first guy I ever kissed for goodness sake…”

“Baby…” Jaebeom pulls you into his arms again. Although this time, it’s for a supportive, intimate embrace. “I could care less that you’re inexperienced. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay?” He brushes a strand of hair from your forehead with a soft smile, “And I don’t mind being your first—only if you absolutely want me to though…”

“I’d love for you to be my first, Beomie.” He nestles against your skin as you take his cheeks into your palms. You run your thumb across his cheekbone and chuckle, “Bet you weren’t expecting your dirty-minded girl to be so innocent, huh?”

“Like I said, it doesn’t matter to me.” Jaebeom leans forward to invite your lips into a soft kiss—his heart leaping in delight when he feels you smile against his mouth. With a low chuckle, he pulls back and shoots you a suggestive wink:

“And trust me, babygirl, you may be a virgin… but you’re still far less than innocent.”

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