#yugyeom x black!reader

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Right Now

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Black!Reader

Genre: Angst, Light Fluff, Idol AU/Idolverse

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: One cuss word; Language; Mentions of lack of eating, but due to workaholic behavior.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: I wrote this forever ago and never posted it, which makes no sense. ​

One thing that fans and choreographers had in common was that tour season was a whirlwind experience that came at you fast and had you begging it to slow down. Though to be honest Hana didn’t really beg for it to slow down, she went wherever it took her and that meant more work than all of the “off season” combined. Something she didn’t mind and to a degree could admit to loving.

And that is where the problem arose.

Yugyeom had his own tour dates to prepare for. Events that were some of his first since GOT7 left JYPE. They made him more anxious than when he had his members to rely on, so he put in more work than usual. But none of it was overworking himself or not taking the time to breathe.

With his new career within the R&B world he’d promised himself he’d take a little more control and do what worked best for him and the life he wanted to lead, even outside of music. It was a must, and it was hard because he was used to the go, go, go lifestyle of idol life, but he wanted to take his time. He had all the time in the world for the fast paced, always moving shit when GOT7 got deep into preparations for their July comeback - something he looked forward to.

But while he waited and geared up for his solo activities, he tried to impart some of that wisdom onto Hana. That meant talking to her about it and getting her to take breaks no matter how small and no matter what hops he had to jump through to get her to give in.

Of course, she had obligations so she couldn’t just ditch jobs. It would make people second guess hiring her or get her blacklisted from working with companies if she changed up on them at the last minute. But the problem wasn’t how many choreographing and teaching roles she took on, or at least not the one Yugyeom felt he could validly argue against. No, the issue was that she was also helping out other friends. She would workshop choreo, act as a member for demos, help them get into different companies to showcase they were the right fit for their artists, and even teaching classes with them when they asked at the last minute.

It left her with so little time to do anything else. Yugyeom feared if she was eating like she should have or getting enough rest in her own bed, because she hadn’t entered his in weeks.

The worry he felt was low at the start of the season, but peaked once some artists began to make their way out a bit earlier than the rest. There were so many last-minute details and intensive work to put in. He barely got a text out of her or anyone he could usually reach out to get ahold of her. 

Even popping up wherever she told him yielded low results with him hoping the intimidating nature of being some of her clients' elder age and industry time wise would be enough to ensure they got her to eat or drink something when he dropped it off.

After a while it went from pure worry to agitation. Something that made him lie in bed at night staring at the ceiling as he thought about it until he picked up his phone.

Yugyeom: You at home?

Minutes ticked by with him staring at the screen awaiting an answer, to the point that he found himself a little pissed off and ready to call her, but before he could his phone buzzed a few times.

Hana: No, in the studio

Hana: I had to finalize that killing part for P1Harmony’s new comeback

Hana: I thought I told you???

Yugyeom’s anger didn’t subside despite her answering him, in fact her words seemed to just maintain how upset he was.

Yugyeom: You said it didn’t need to be done for two weeks. Did they push it up?

Hana: No

Yugyeom: So, you’re finishing it at 2AM 2 weeks early because….?

Hana: Because I want it done

Hana: Not rocket science. I got the time so might as well

There were many times in life that Yugyeom wanted to cuss someone out or simply scream and that was indeed one of them. It was like she didn’t know how she sounded, but he knew better than that. Hana knew exactly what she was doing and what he was calling her out on, but she wouldn’t cop to it. No, she preferred to do the thing where she played dumb until he said it outright and even then, she would deny, deny, deny.

It took several deep breaths to get him to calm down and respond to her.

Yugyeom: Come here and I’ll help you

Hana: I’m not falling for your tricks to see me. I’ll see you in a few days

Yugyeom: For work

Hana: And dinner after

He was going to push the issue, but just as began to type another message came through.

Hana: Gotta go. Ireh is back and we’re starting up. Go to sleep. Love you!

Naturally, he knew that she wouldn’t respond to him after that, so Yugyeom threw his phone across the bed. Or he tried to, but the slight force behind it made it bounce and hit the floor instead. He winced hearing it but made zero move to pick it up. All his focus was on Hana. The woman who drove him up the wall but who he loved endlessly. 

The thing was he got it. There was no one more understanding than Yugyeom because he lived the life of someone whose work needed a lot of his energy and time spent with people like Monster Woo and other dancers showed him how much went into what they did. How much it could strain things. But all he saw was Hana running herself into the ground for no reason.

Of course, he had to admit part of it was for selfish reasons on his part. He wanted more time with her, even if it was a quick meal and falling asleep together. Spending quality time is something he loved to do with her, and he’d missed out on for months. However, the much larger reason was because he knew her and knew she was in her own head. Knew that a lot of the pressure to work, work, work stemmed from her need to keep herself relevant and employed in an industry that could truly break a foreigner, especially a Black one. She’d made a name for herself long ago and had the backing in the US, but working mostly in K-Pop was something new and she hated to fail at such a challenge.

That was the thing that kept him from losing his shit with her, but it was also the straw to break the camel's back. There was nothing left in him that said he should continue to let it slide, to not push harder for her to take a step or two back. Lines like telling her friends and colleagues to not reach out were ones he wouldn’t cross, but as he drifted off that night, he’d decided that he would put his foot down. 

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Days went by with Yugyeom not reaching out to Hana after their last text conversation. She wasn’t surprised that he’d stopped talking; he had two comebacks and tour dates to prepare for. Not that that was the reason he’d cut off communication attempts. Hana was smart enough to know he was worried and probably pissed with her. Something she hated but knew she couldn’t control since she had things to get done and not a lot of time to do them.

Tour season meant a lot of work and she was no stranger to pouring a lot of herself into it, so she rolled with the punches without much complaint. Which didn’t make him happy with her, but she knew it was something she could manage. Something she could explain to him to get him to understand.

Talking to him was in that plan once she arrived at the dance studio that he was preparing for his tour in. She was a choreographer for some songs and might go with him. Though with all the opportunities that rolled her way it looked unlikely that she would. 

Another thing he would be upset with her about.

Upon her arrival she assaulted with the smell of food. As she walked further into the building those smells intensified and she basically drowned in them as she entered the break room area that the studio housed. 

Everyone sat or leaned against something eating and paying her no mind. It was confusing because she thought they’d agreed to have lunch before coming in, but things had seemingly changed. All without her being in the know, something that she could have brushed off as an over thought if not for the momentary eye contact, she made with Yugyeom as he got up to grab a drink. His expression was blank as he looked at her and before she could blink, he turned around and went back to his seat without a word.

It was clear he was icing her out, which made her upset and a little angry. Not that she had time to process or call him on it, because the moment he sat down people noticed her presence and Ireh popped up and ushered her to the table she was sat at.

“We’re going to start a little later, so get comfortable. I’ll grab you something,” Ireh said.

Hana opened her mouth to tell her she was fine, but then her stomach growled, and she became all too aware of her hunger. She’d had a late night and got to sleep even later. So, in order to get the bare minimum of enough rest she’d slept in longer than she would have preferred and grabbed a pastry from the convenience store on the way. She’d planned to eat another snack before they started because she needed to and because eating a lot before dancing wasn’t something that she loved. But if she was hungry enough for her stomach to make sounds, she knew that she needed to eat something more. Plus, she had more time than she thought.

Another thing that wasn’t shared with her.

That made her irritation spike, so as she shrugged off her hoodie and dropped her bag Hana found her gaze drifting to Yugyeom. He was carefully spooning rice into his mouth as he messed around on his phone, only looking up when someone spoke to him and making sure to never even turn his head in her direction.

His behavior wasn’t something Hana never experienced before, she’d endured the silent treatment a few times before and it sucked every time. However, when it was about something that was work related and part of her livelihood it pissed her off. Even if there was a whisper in her head voicing the reminder that she could slow down some and not push herself so hard. That she had enough jobs for the season and could chill the hell out. The voice was right, but she wasn’t one to acknowledge that when she knew she could keep pushing and be fine.

So, being upset with him would withstand. At least that was what she tried to convey by glaring at a man who refused to give her the time of day.

Before she could do anything drastic, like walk over to his table, Ireh returned with two containers and a bottle of water. Hana took them carefully and was surprised to find kimchi-jjigae inside one. It was the typical food delivered for a work lunch, but it was a favorite of hers and something she craved whenever she worked a lot. 

Something Ireh knew.

Once Ireh took a seat and began eating again Hana opened her mouth to thank her, but the woman shook her head.

“I barely even knew we were getting lunch today. You know who picked it out.”

“But he…”

“Hana, you know better,” Ireh said, but in Korean that time.

Though she often spoke both when talking to Hana there was something about the way she switched to it in order to scold that made Hana shrink into herself a little. It wasn’t that her feelings were hurt, but she did know better. Plus, Ireh was the oldest of four children, so she had the older sister act down pact, even if she only had less than a year over Hana in age.

Hana sighed. “I know.”

“If you know, then act like it.”

From there they ate in silence. The food was delicious, so Hana had zero problem finishing it and even after she was done the usual fullness never came. Which made her curse herself for clearly not eating enough especially because it wasn’t her intention, she just got easily wrapped up in things and forgot.

Once everyone finished, they cleaned up, and there were several minutes of sitting before everyone moved into the practice room. Hana brought up the rear and went to close the door behind them but was cut off by Yugyeom slipping into the room. He handed her a sports drink and continued to walk past her.

Or tried to but was stopped when Hana grabbed hold of his wrist.

“Yugyeom,” she whispered.

At first, she thought he would pull away, but after a few seconds he turned to her with an expression much gentler than the one he’d greeted her with.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I don’t have to do a lot of things, baby. But I do them because I want to and because sometimes people neglect to get them done.”

Not another word was said as he walked away, mostly because Hana couldn’t find any to say. There was the care behind his actions in those words, but she couldn’t miss the dig at the end. She knew it wasn’t meant to be all that hurtful, but she also knew he was being a little mean on purpose. Something that he wasn’t often, and she was unsure if she was angry, hurt, or simply upset that they’d reached that point.

In order to not have to figure that out she took a breath and stood off to the side while the head choreographer and tour manager spoke to them. When all information was disseminated they got to work going over the choreo with those who’d created it. Though the songs she’d worked on were early in the set list she went last and the entire time she refused to meet Yugyeom’s eyes.

Despite the tension they worked through the moves easily and corrected anything that seemed off. It was hyper professional between them and to a degree that made her feel worse, but the alternative of letting feelings leak through wasn’t any better.

After an hour and a half of going through everything they took a small break and Yugyeom tossed her a protein bar before taking a seat on the floor to catch his breath. The urge to say something flared, but Hana just took a seat and ate the bar without question.

Twenty minutes later they were back into the groove of things, but instead of checking for issues they decided to tackle the set list as it was. Most of the people he’d worked with weren’t coming with him, so it was the dancers with him while everyone else watched carefully.

Part of Hana wanted to sit it out because she may not have been going, but also because she was in a petty mood. The more time she and Yugyeom spent with negative emotions looming over them the more annoyed she got, and it was hard to push it down or reason with herself. But instead of taking that step back she got into position.

Keeping her mind from wandering wasn’t hard when she was dancing. It was her passion, so Hana always found joy in doing it. Especially because she’d been so happy when Yugyeom asked her to work on some of the choreo for him. She’d done so on some of GOT7’s music but working closely with the man she loved when he held the same passion as her put her over the moon. A feeling that found its way into her as she danced alongside him.

Their run through went off without a hitch and they were able to do it with very few breaks. Once it was finished, they all took a moment to catch their breath and then any issues were pointed out before they did it again. The second time around included moments where he would stop to talk or to head backstage for a bit, so it was less taxing and also showed there was a better flow of things.

Usually that would have been the end of it, but it was decided on one more run through. Yugyeom had been singing the other two times so to preserve his voice they just let the track play and he lip synced the lyrics. During that practice he found his flow in a way that wasn’t present before and interacted with the dancers more. Hana effortlessly played off that and more often than before they ended up close together dancing in a way that wasn’t so scandalous that they looked like they were five seconds from fucking, but enough to fit the vibe and the sexiness of some of the songs.

With the last song, Hana found they stared into each other’s eyes more than they had most of the day and so it took a moment to snap out of it and walk away once the music stopped. They managed to do so and keep to themselves as they listened to the tour manager again. Everyone was happy with the practice so it ended and though Hana knew most of them liked to leave quickly the speed in which everyone got out of there was next level.

In about two minutes only she and Yugyeom were left, and he was at the door with his hand held out to her. Again, the urge to be petty arose in her, but she’d gone a long time without any physical touch from him that wasn’t dance related and she craved it. So, after she grabbed her bag, she walked forward and laced her fingers in his.

Neither spoke as he led them out of the studio and to the car that he’d hired to drive them around. As they sat in silence, they continued to hold hands and didn’t stop until Yugyeom motioned her into the restaurant they’d planned to go to for dinner. The host led them to a private room and to Hana’s surprise JayB and Youngjae were already there. Both men were often late to dinners.

“Did you even shower?” Youngjae asked as he got up to hug them.

Hana rolled her eyes. “No time.”

“At least she’s not as stinky as him,” Jaebeom said as they switched, and he hugged her.

“Hyung,” Yugyeom whined.

That got a laugh out of everyone and that meant a pouting Yugyeom as they took their seats. A server appeared the moment their butts touched down and they ordered and awaited the drinks.

“So how did it go?” Jaebeom asked.

“It went well. Most of it was already ready, so from here on out it’s just correcting any problems and making sure that we’re one hundred percent happy with how the set list flows,” Yugyeom said.

“That’s good. I know it can be nerve wrecking to do the first solo show, plus it’s in person. Making sure it’s just right means you’ll do great,” Jaebeom said.

“I hope so.”

“Ah, our baby is nervous,” Youngjae teased.

More pouting ensued as they all laughed and Jaebeom reached over to pinch his cheek, earning a light slap to the hand which only made them laugh harder.

It took a few minutes before they settled and their drinks arrived in that time. In the restaurant they went to drinks were fast, but food was slow because they prided themselves in being made to order so most of the food was unprepped.

“Speaking of preparing, how is all the tour stuff going with the different artists, Hana?” Youngjae asked.

Something about the question excited her, but also felt heavy. As if she was beyond tired.

“Good. I thank the heavens that most have been doing online concerts and don’t have a lot of new music coming before tour. It makes it so that we’re mostly just going over things and learning a handful of new choreo. Most pick it up fast, but some of the rookies are so new to it that their nerves are making it harder for them to keep up. But I enjoy being able to help them through it.”

Jaebeom nodded. “I don’t know how you do it. Dance has been in my life a long time and b-boying could take a lot out of you, so I can’t imagine doing it as much as you do. Hell, as much as either of you do. And Gyeomie finds time to do it for fun.”

Hana glanced at Yugyeom, who’d gotten quiet, before saying anything.

“Yeah, it can be a lot, but you get used to it.”

“I just hope you’re taking care of yourself.”

Before Jaebeom finished his sentence Yugyeom scoffed, but Hana ignored it.

“I’m doing my best,” she said.

Another noise was heard but it was softer than the last in a way that Hana almost missed it. What she didn’t miss was the way that Yugyeom rolled his eyes.

If it was anyone else besides his members in that room she would have been embarrassed, but they knew how he could get and saw both of them at their worst. There was nothing they would judge them for or at least all judgment would come from a place of friendship and not rudeness.

Regardless of that it annoyed her, and she wanted to ask him about it, but instead took a deep breath and a sip of her drink. 

Seconds ticked by in silence before Youngjae broke the tension or tried to break it, because it didn’t let up even a little.

“So, you ready to go on tour with him? I know you haven’t done one in a few years, and you said you miss it.”

Anger gave way to discomfort then, and Hana paused for way too long.

“Uh… yeah. Some things have come up and so I might not get the chance to do it. But I am looking forward to it.”

“You might not go?” Yugyeom asked, shock and anger coloring his words.

“Yeah, I was going to tell you…”

“When?”

“After dinner. I thought we could talk then.”

Yugyeom’s face was stoic, and it was clear he fought to keep it and not allow anything else to color his expression as he looked at her. For several seconds all he did was stare, before he turned his head to look across the table.

“Hyungs,” he said, voice shaky.

Neither of them said anything, just nodded and got up. As they exited Hana heard Jaebeom mention sitting at the bar to give them a moment to themselves, but she was more focused on Yugyeom who’d risen from his seat and began to pace the room.

“Yugyeom,” she said softly.

Hearing his name didn’t stop his pacing or even get him to look in her direction.

“Yugyeom.”

Again nothing.

“Kim Yugyeom.”

That time there was a bit of anger in her voice, and she didn’t know if that did the trick or the use of his full name, but he finally stopped pacing and turned to her. She watched as he visibly took a deep breath and then leaned against the wall behind him.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” he asked.

Hana sighed. “I kn…”

“That was rhetorical. You know how worried I’ve been. You’ve had me checking in on you over the phone. Bringing you food and getting you to take moments to rest. You’ve seen my hold back because I know how you work, and I know it can be intense. I know that you do things a certain way and while it may seem like too much to be doing to me that you view it a different way. I know this industry is iffy and you committing to working mostly for this country’s industry is a lot because of the extra bs that comes with you not being Korean. I let shit slide because of those things. I put aside my worries because of those things, because I’m trying to be understanding. But there are limits.

“You push and push until you push me away. You’ve barely spoken to me for more than an hour in total over the last month. I have to work harder than one should to get proof you’re okay. To make sure that you’re eating and drinking. To ensure that you’re getting the rest that you need. And you don’t give a fuck.”

Throughout his speech Hana felt guilt creep in, but something about that last sentence shoved it down.

“I don’t care? How are you going to sit here and tell me that I don’t care? As if I haven’t been doing my best to keep in contact and as if I don’t always thank you for the things you do to take care of me. I’ve been busy, Yugyeom. You know how much comes up during these months and how much busier I get as tour dates get closer.”

“Fuck that busy shit!” he shouted.

That brought them to a standstill. Not because Hana felt threatened or anything, they cussed all the time so it slipping into an angry conversation didn’t faze her. But the way he raised his voice surprised her a little. It wasn’t scary, but it wasn’t like him to yell even though it had been softer than most people’s.

“Baby…” she trailed off.

Yugyeom’s face shifted from anger to a deep set frown and gentle eyes that told her he was tired and worried. Much more than he was letting on.

“I just… I want to take care of you, and I want you to take care of yourself. I get that you work hard, but you can work hard and also relax. Take moments to breathe. Have some sort of fun. You get into this work mode where it’s like you can’t seem to do anything else, even when there isn’t much else to do. And I get it, baby I do, but there has to be a line. 

“And I’m selfish. Outside of you being healthy I miss you. I’ve barely seen you for a month and it’s not like we haven’t crossed paths. I miss being able to spend time with you. Making up dances in the studio just because it’s fun, taking small trips for a day or two, you yelling at me because you hate the way that I cook, and just falling asleep by your side. I haven’t held you in forever.”

As he spoke Hana rose from her seat and moved over to Yugyeom, wrapping her arms around his waist before she pulled him close. She knew she’d not been thinking about herself much and just going with the fact that she felt fine as an indicator on if she needed a break. It worked for her, but it was a dangerous way to live and despite how much she hated to realize it, lack of eating alone was enough for her to know she wasn’t as well as she thought.

That coupled with the neglect of her relationship was a reality check of epic proportions. She’d expected Yugyeom to just go with her schedule without throwing him a bone in terms of even a little affection. Plus, there was the depriving of her own touch and time needs. All of it showed her that she’d been a mess masquerading as someone with their shit together for weeks.

“I know and I’m sorry. I got wrapped up in it all and forgot myself. But even so, I shouldn’t have forgotten your needs. Forgotten that I would have to put in the effort to fix things when I finally came down to reality and not just expected you to be understanding or that I could explain it away. You deserve better than that and I’m sorry I was giving you less than.”

Yugyeom wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. His body relaxed and so did hers. Not everything was solved, and it was something they would need time to get over, but Hana knew it was the start of a good thing and that she would do better. 

After a few moments Yugyeom moved away a bit and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. It was gentle and came with a spark that made it feel like the first time. A testament to how long she’d been in self-imposed exile of his touch.

As he pulled away from her, she made the mental note to overhaul her planner to work better for herself and her relationship.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you more.”

Yet another pout took form and as his lips parted to argue the boys reentered the room with the server right behind them.

“Sorry,” Youngjae said.

Hana waved them off. “You’re fine. We’re good.”

“Really?” Jaebeom asked.

“Yes.”  

A squeeze of the hand was all she needed to be sure of it.

They enjoyed the meal without the heavy weight of tension in the room and despite how she needed to get across town the next morning Hana went with Yugyeom to his apartment without argument. She said she would do better and that needed to be immediate.

Plus, when she woke up a little later than she’d planned she couldn’t be mad, because being wrapped in his arms was the best night sleep she’d gotten in a while. She planned for it to be a repeat performance for at least a week straight.

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[markie-baby]

If You Love Me | pt.1

🌹AngstFluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part II 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹shower sex 🌹Your boyfriend Mark has been away on his first solo tour for his album, The Other Side. You haven't seen him in months and something is...off. Now that he's back home, there are a few things you need to get off your chest. 🌹20 notes, and I'll release pt. 2 ~

You stared intently at the last text messages your boyfriend sent you.

(7:00 pm) Markie-moo💜: I just landed😁

(7:05 pm) YAYYYY💕 can't wait to see youuuuuuu

(7:05 pm) you sure you don't need me to pick you up?

Read 7:09 pm.

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I'm sure😊 I need to go by the studio real quick, then I'll be omw

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I can't wait to see you, beautiful🖤 I've missed you so much

(7:15 pm) Okay💕 Let me know when you're otw home... I've missed you more!

Read 8:30 pm.

You glanced up at the time on your screen...It's 11pm.

"Your father is very late." You sighed at Milo, who could only look up at you and tilt his head as if he understood the severity of you using the word 'Father' and not 'Daddy'.

The television screen shined through the tall bottle of red wine that sat on your living room table, which casted a shadow on an open bag of gummy bears. You already started snacking on them an hour into waiting for Mark to get to your apartment, and only just realized that you obliterated half the box already. You spent the past three days gearing up for Mark's arrival from his first album tour; aimlessly cleaning your place, cooking all of Mark's favorite foods, buying wine, and meticulously sprinkling rose petals all over the bedroom. You even got dressed up and wore that perfume he liked on you... only to find yourself feeling silly, scratching the belly of his furry baby, as your bones grew stiff waiting for him.

Regrettably, you couldn't deny that you weren't surprised he was a little late. The strongest part of your relationship with Mark was first and foremost, honesty. Mark hated lies and had never told you one himself. Which is why it was so obvious that he has been lying for the past few months. Badly. I was stuck at the studio and I lost track of time, being the most frequently used of the bunch. You'd find him speaking in a low tone for phone calls, rarely letting you use his phone or laptop, and getting absorbed into his phone screen. He started becoming distant... becoming someone completely different from the man you met. You started suspecting he was cheating.

You moved to LA six years ago to pursue owning a business and had no intentions of having a long-term relationship. Mark was a little timid towards you when you first met him through a mutual friend. He never said much outside of the realm of "Hi", "How are you", and "How are you doing?" But as you stuck around more and more, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. You felt connected talking to him about your aspirations, hopes, and fears, knowing that he was always there to listen and share some of those same feelings. It also helped that Mark was (and still is) the most beautiful man you've ever met in your life. Every time you met up with him, you found yourself drinking up all his features; from his pink, heart-shaped lips that opened to a breath-taking smile, to his deep, dark, entrancing eyes. The last time you got lost in Mark's eyes as his best friend, was when your business hit an all-time low.

~

"I just don't know, Mark..." you sobbed through clogged sinuses. "I don't think I can't still support myself if my business can't make more sales."

Mark was only inches away from you on your couch as you cried into your fetal position.

"Hey, hey..." Mark gently placed his warm hands on your shoulders. "Don't think like that. You've done amazing so far... There has to be something else you can do to get your sales up."

"Well..." You poked your head out briefly. "I could do more marketing... but I already spent so much money on marketing and-"

The tears started reforming in your sore eyes as you hid your head back into your knees. Silence hung in the air like a bad joke as the idea of complete failure circled in your head... You would have to leave the life you worked so hard to build in LA, only to return home to square one, with your tail between your legs. You weren't ready to leave your hard work, your home, your friends, or Mark...

"Y/N..." You felt Mark leaning closer to you with a rasp in his voice. "Look at me."

You reluctantly looked into the eyes of your friend, and suddenly, all the anxiety and fear that you felt only seconds ago, felt like forgotten emotions. His eyes seem to pull you into their calming, deep brown pools.

"Ever since I met you, I have seen you fight and work hard for this. I've admired your passion, and how dedicated you are to your dreams... It's one of my favorite things about you. You can't give up on this now. Not after you worked this hard. Not after you've built this life for yourself all on your own... Not to mention how hard it would be to say goodbye to you if you leave."

"Mark..." You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

"I care about you... and I hate seeing you struggling like this. If you need help, why didn't you ask me?"

"I just didn't want to inconvenience you... I know you've been busy in the studio and doing photoshoots I-... just figured that could do this on my own. Like I've always done everything on my own."

Mark's eyes trailed yours, slowly inching to your nose then your lips...

"You don't have to do this alone." You felt Mark snake his long fingers in between yours. "I'll be there for you... like always."

The bubble developing in your throat was an indication that the waterworks were rising again. Up to this point, Mark has been the most supportive, honest, sweetest, considerate, and the most chill person in your life. He's always been there to listen to whatever you had to tell him; what you see each other doing in the next few years, or a late-night drunken rant about pineapples on pizza. And whenever Mark called, you would drop everything just to hear how his day was. Whenever you hung out with him, you could be alone or in a group of other people, it was like it was just you two. Your soul mate...

You looked into Mark's eyes again, feeling your heart start to race... in your trance, your eyes wandered across his face, admiring how the low glow of the Livingroom television showed his soft textured skin. How his hair was poofy since he raced over to you from his nap. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve someone this amazing and supportive to be in your court. But Mark was just your cute little blessing on top of all the other ones. Overcome with emotion, you crash into Mark's arms and held him tight.

"Thank you so much, Mark. For everything." Your stress left your body in a big sigh. "I love you..."

You felt Mark's arms around your waist slowly pull you closer to his body and his face buried into the crook of your neck.

"I love you more..."

You replayed his response in your head as you held on to him.

"I love you more" Thump.

"I love you more" Thump-Thump.

"I love you more" Thump. Thump-Thump-Thump. Thump.

Your heart started to race. Goosebumps raised when Mark's breath lightly brushed your neck, and you felt his strong heartbeat thump against your chest. What was this feeling? You were scared to pull away, frightened of getting lost in his gaze again.

"Um, right s-so..." You cleared your throat. "Thanks again, Markie."

You tried pulling away... but found that Mark's grip was still tight around you.

"Wait..." He spoke in a low tone that made your spine shiver.

Your heart felt like it was going to climb out of your mouth. Of course, you've been this close to Mark plenty of times before, you guys have practically held hands before. But there has never been this type of tension hanging in the air. It was almost suffocating. You looked into Mark's eyes for some sort of sign... but damn, he was looking so gorgeous. Your eyes traced his whole face; every curve of his pink lips, every line in his jaw & every eyelash sitting upon his beautiful eyes. Oh, his eyes... they seemed to sparkle... and they were intently fixed on your mouth. Instinctively, your hands made their way up to his jawline, which produced a small sigh from Mark's parted lips.

He was slowly closing the space between your faces. The heat started to rise in between your ears, as you battled with the thought of kissing your best friend. If you did, you could be either making the best decision of your life... or ruining a friendship with a man you cared for deeply. But you couldn't deny... you wanted him. With every heavy breath that Mark breathed, with every second his hands tightened around your thighs, with every inch that his lips drew closer to yours... your desire for him grew. The realization that you loved him grew.

"Mark-"

With the most genuine softness, Mark closed the painful gap between both pairs of lips. Both of your bodies were lost in each other... neither of you realized just how steamy your little make-out session got. You became a couple shortly after, with this year being your third year together.

~

With each passing day, you felt more frustrated in your conflicted feelings. On one side, you were upset at him... but more at yourself for letting the situation grow. On the other hand, you felt the yearning for him grow hot and restless in your core, and eventually, you couldn't help but touch yourself out of the thought of him. The way his dark, loose curls flop over his forehead, the sparkle in his eyes, the sincerity of his smile, the sweetest of his cologne, the slight curve of his lips, the softness of his skin, the heat of his breath-

You snap out of your trance when you hear the jingle of keys at the door. You tap your screen back to life. It's 11:55 pm.

"I'm home!" Mark poked his head through the door at beamed at you on the couch.

"Mark..." You couldn't help but sigh.

"Babe!" Mark cheesed the brightest smile you've ever seen as his chest collided with yours.

His arms tightly squeezed around your waist as you heard him drink in your scent. Finally, your boyfriend was home, with a bouquet as bright as his smile. Almost instinctively, your nerves weakened in his warm embrace, and you melted around him. You forgot about everything you were ever upset about. With every bone in your aching body, you wanted to hold him... feel his skin gently graze yours, caress his adorable face, and shower him in kisses... but he still broke his promise. The one person in your life who was always truthful, real, and loyal... wasn't anymore.

"I missed you so, so much..." Mark whispered into your ear.

"Mark..." You pulled away from him. "What took you so long..."

"I'm sorry," He sighed. "I got tied up again-"

"Mark I..." You paused. "I've spent all of the past 3 days preparing all this stuff for you. And I have been... trying so hard to be so excited for you to come home. For you be in my arms again, to kiss you, to make absolute love to you..."

"What?" Mark's eyes widened.

"We need to talk about something."

Mark's smile slowly started to fade and the bouquet slowly lowered from his grasp.

"You've broken the one promise that we've had in this relationship... you lied to me, Mark. And you've been doing it over and over... And I'd hope that our bond was strong enough for you to realize that I would notice that."

"Hey-"

Mark gently placed the bouquet on the kitchen counter and held both of your hands in his.

"Do you truly think I'm cheating on you?"

You looked longingly into his eyes, only to be handed a cold, serious gaze in return.

"No," You bit your lip in hesitation. "You wouldn't do something like that. But I don't know what to think, Mark."

Mark sighed deeply...

"I leave for months and come back to a fight..." He scratched the back of his head in frustration. "You said that the one promise we made in this relationship was honesty, but you broke another one too. You don't trust me to be loyal to you?"

"I do trust you! But what am I supposed to make of this, Mark?" Your eyes stung.

Mark's cold gaze softened. "I have never had the thought of ever cheating on you and would never. I'm sorry that I was distant and made you feel that I wasn't being truthful."

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it until now..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I've been waiting for forever just to get back home to you." You felt his warm hands caress your waist. "Can I please kiss my beautiful girlfriend now?"

"Yes." You breathed.

Mark snaked his hands further around your waist, and with a passionate firmness, pursed his lips between yours. You felt your body tingle with warmth and your heart beating heavily against your boyfriend's chest. A groan left Mark's lips as he left yours.

"Hey..." Mark's voice turned raspy as he eyed your body. "You deserve my honesty; The real reason I have been distant is because I was putting a lot of energy into planning something really important."

"Planning something...?" Your head cocked to one side. "For your album?"

"No, for you."

"For me..?"

Mark's lips cut your question short and derailed your train of thought.

"It's a surprise for later." You could feel a smirk developing on your boyfriend's soft lips. "Let me enjoy the surprise you have for me first."

Mark gazed over at the romantic display you made in the living room.

"Do you like it? I hope I didn't go overboard..."

"It's perfect." Mark looked into your eyes with the utmost sincerity. "And you even got me my favorite gummy bears? It's everything I could have wanted. And you being here with me makes it all better."

Mark infused passion into every aspect of his life, and his way with words was no exception. Surprisingly, conveying his feelings verbally wasn't always his forte in our relationship. However, he consciously broke free from the habit of murmuring, trailing off, and avoiding eye contact. Despite not being the most talkative when we initially met, the incomprehensible extent to which Mark went out of his way to express how much I meant to him was truly remarkable.

"I'm so glad you're home." You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's torso and pulled him close.

"Me too." You felt a light peck on your forehead. "Why don't we get this night started?"

~

It was 2:45 am when the credits started to roll on the third horror movie that Mark insisted that you both watch. Unfortunately, he had been too invested to realize that you had fallen asleep since movie number two. You found the most heavenly spot on his chest to rest your head, and with his right arm snuggled gently around your torso and his left hand resting on your thigh, it was a guaranteed recipe for a great night's rest.

"The gore in that was something else-" Mark cut himself off when his eyes came to gaze on your sleeping figure.

Your face was adorably smushed up to Mark's chest, letting out soft breaths as you rested. All four of your limbs found themselves wrapped around his slim body, trapping him in your sloth-like embrace. Mark's eyes traveled and the bottom hem of your dress found itself dangerously hiked up to expose your smooth thighs.

Mark rubbed his hand against your thigh. "Wake up, babe."

You blinked your eyes awake and gazed upon the tired eyes of your boyfriend. "Oh shit, did I fall asleep?"

"Definitely. And I think you were snoring a bit, too." He joked.

"Oh stop." You rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the clock. "Oh shit, it's late..."

Mark's voice became hushed. "Maybe we should...continue this celebration upstairs?"

"You're ready for bed?"

"I am. But not necessarily sleep."

You smirked, picking up on his hint. "Oh, I see..."

Without saying another word, you took Mark's hand and guided him up the stairs, where you were greeted by the romantic glow of the moon.

"Oh..."

"You like it, right? I got rose petals, the candles are all lit..." You gestured towards the bathroom.

Mark pulled your hand back towards his body and planted a firm, hungry kiss on your lips.

"You are so sweet. This is amazing..." His warm hands caressed your cheeks. "How do I deserve someone as perfect as you?"

You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. He was close, too close. The temptation to press your mouth to his was too much to handle. You could almost taste the mint of his toothpaste.

"I know I've been a little distant for these past few months." Mark started. "It's just... I've had a lot on my mind. There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but I didn't want to rush things."

"Yeah?"

"But now, I can't hold back." He cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb against it. You felt his gaze bore into yours, and he seemed to study every inch of your face.

"What is it, baby?" You pressed.

"I'm so in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love how passionate you are, I love how you make me feel when we're together, and I love that you've been patient with me during this whole process. You're my rock. You make me want to be a better person. I want to be worthy of you."

"Mark, you already are." You gently held the sides of his face. "Don't say that. You are good enough, Mark. You have such a kind heart and a big soul. You're the most loving and caring person I know. Just don't get too caught up in your music, and start overworking yourself. You're not gonna find me there."

Mark let out a soft chuckle in response.

"You always know what to say," Mark breathed. "I need to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"I know that I was gone for a while, and I want to make it up to you. So, how would you feel about me taking you on a trip?"

"A trip?" You shot him a confused look. "Where would we go?"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Mark kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll take care of everything. Just be ready to leave for this weekend."

"Three days??" You giggled. "You really just planned a whole trip, huh?"

"Anything for you."

As Mark leaned in to kiss you again, you couldn't help but notice his scent. He smelled like the airport and the plane and everything else that was not his normal aroma.

"Speaking of jet setting, you smell weird," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" he laughed back.

"I'm not sure, but you just smell different."

"Well, I should take a shower then," he suggested. "And maybe you can join me."

"Okay, but don't try any funny business." You smirked.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"You heard me," you replied, wagging your finger at him.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see," he said, pulling you close.

"Wait and see, huh?" you repeated.

"Yeah, just wait and see."

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him, making your way toward the bathroom. As you walked into the bathroom, you could hear Mark following closely behind. You pulled him toward the bathroom and turned on the shower, the sound of the water filling the small room. The sound of unzipping made your head turn to Mark, who was already undressing. You watched on in perverted wonderment at how his abdominal muscles flexed under his perfect skin as he moved to remove his underwear. He glanced over his broad, muscular shoulders, smirking while keeping eye contact as he bent down. You admired how his hair grew poofy from the steam beginning to form around him.

"Enjoying the view?" Mark's husky voice startled you, causing your eyes to snap to his face.

"Shut up," you said as you joined him, sliding the flimsy slip of material you wore onto the floor.

Mark's eyes burned with need as his gaze traveled up your legs, slowly drinking in the image before him.

"Damn..." he breathed as he raked his teeth across his bottom lip, his dark eyes meeting yours.

You smiled coyly at him as you stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind you. Mark's eyes never left yours as he joined you in the warm spray of the water.

"Mmm," he hummed as he cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but quickly turned passionate and needy. You ran your fingers through his damp curls as he pressed his hips into yours, his hardening length brushing against your stomach. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your bare flesh as the water cascaded around you. You moaned softly as his lips found your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth.

"I love the sounds you make," he growled as he gently nipped the delicate skin.

"Hey, don't forget that you have to take a shower, stinky." You chuckled.

Mark grinned and rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle of shampoo that rested next to the tap.

"Okay, okay."

You watched in anticipation as he squirted some of the soap into his hand, before applying it to his hair. His eyes stayed fixated on yours, which flickered down briefly to take in his naked, glistening body. You couldn't help but admire his perfection, even when doing the most mundane task. How his pectorals flexed with every movement, as he brushed and lathered the soapy bubbles throughout his coils of dark brown hair. How his veins tightened from his arms to his hands, and how each drop of water seemingly dripped at a pace slow enough for you to memorize. Your gaze traced down from his chest to his abs, and even further down past the borderline of pubic hair where-

"Babe."

"Sorry, what?" Your eyes shifted back to his face.

"Were you paying attention?" Mark smugly raised an eyebrow.

"I was definitely paying attention..." You trailed off.

"So what was I saying?"

"You were saying, that I was being the best girlfriend ever!"

"Mm-hm."

"By making us dinner tonight."

"Mm-hm."

"And how your favorite gummy bears are an ample reward for me having to put up with you-"

"Alright," Mark chuckled as he laid his index finger on the seam of your lips. "Point made. You got me."

"Duh." You nipped at his knuckle. "You're so easy. What did you say, anyway?"

"Something..." Mark teased as he dunked his head back under the water, washing the remaining shampoo down his torso. "About how much I really, really, missed touching you. All of you."

You snorted. "You mean our little quickie at LAX before you left didn't cut it?"

"Is that what you call what happened at LAX?" He asked, pulling you close and pressing his arousal against you.

"Yes," you giggled. "Because that is exactly what we did. You were the one trying to miss your flight."

"I couldn't help it." He groaned. "It was just so hot."

"Oh shut up." You laughed.

You grabbed the bottle of body wash, poured some on your towel, and rubbed the soap into the cloth.

"Are you gonna help me or what?" You asked playfully.

"What do you think?" He replied, grabbing the other end of the towel and helping you rub the wet cloth along your body.

Your breath hitched as his hand moved from your ribs down to your hips and your mouth dropped open when you felt his fingertips graze your behind. You groaned loudly as Mark continued to caress your ass, his other hand sliding around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. You shuddered as he pressed his lips against your neck, murmuring words of love and encouragement in between every kiss.

"Why didn't you come with me on tour, again?" Mark asked as he continued massaging your skin.

"We talked about this, Mark," you replied, lightly rolling your eyes. "I wanted to be here and continue working. And I don't think I'm cut out for road life."

"But I wanted you there..." he pouted, making your heart stop. "I missed you like crazy."

"I missed you, too..." You turned to face him, seeing him still with an upset frown. You reached for his hands and gently ran your thumb over his knuckles.

"But I don't think I can spend another tour without my Markie-Poo," you admitted with a soft smile.

You looked up to see your boyfriend with the brightest grin you've seen him with in a long while. Mark immediately took the back of your head and pulled your face towards his in a loving embrace, getting soap all over his arms and torso...

"So you're telling me that the next tour I have, you're coming with me?"

" I promise."

"I could get used to having you near me every day," Mark whispered into your ear, his low voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I'd hope so," You replied. "It would be pretty confusing to accommodate another presence in our bed, otherwise."

You could see a pout starting to form on your boyfriend's lips. You loved how Mark could make a face of indifference switch from a stone-cold wall into a begging, adorable, child. The pout quickly melted away, however, and you were only able to appreciate its short existence for a split second. His eyes shifted from your own to your neck, his pale and slender fingertips gliding gently against your exposed collarbone.

"Hey..." You whispered into his ear. "What are you thinking about?"

Mark didn't speak. Only paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he wanted to say, but only getting lost in your beauty. Your breath hitched. His eyes were focused on yours as he inched closer to you. He never broke your stare until his hand suddenly reached up and he placed it ever so carefully against your cheek, causing you to inhale deeply. His eyes flickered over your face, resting for a brief moment at your lips, then back up to meet yours once again. His hand traveled from your cheek and made its way down to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. His lips met yours, softly and gently. He didn't push or rush. He seemed to savor the moment, pulling away just enough to let out a small whimper.

"Did you just moan?" He asked.

"Mmmm, maybe," you replied teasingly.

"If we weren't in the shower right now..." he started.

"Then what would we be doing, Mark?" You asked, grinning at him.

"Then," he said, his low voice rumbling as his hand wrapped around your waist, gently moving his face close to yours. "I would be taking you against the glass."

Mark kissed your forehead tenderly and continued his gentle ministrations against your skin.

"We would start slow," he began. "My hands would travel all over you, starting at your hips. I'd go over them over and over until I could feel you shake."

You bit your lip as Mark's movements matched his words. You could feel your cheeks warm from the way he talked. He had never talked to you this way. Never with the confidence and sultry tone of voice. Mark was normally a gentle, passionate, yet quiet lover.

But this was different. It was sexy. You loved it.

A moan escaped from your lips, unable to suppress the shiver that ran throughout your entire body. The mere thought of having him inside you caused your muscles to twitch and spasm. Mark chuckled lightly as he leaned into you, his hands still exploring your curves. You loved it when he held you. His touch felt so warm and comforting. It made you feel safe and protected, but at the same time, you loved how strong his arms felt against your frame. He felt so large compared to your small size and it gave you the most pleasant butterflies.

"After that I would pick you up, your legs around my waist," he said softly, pulling back a bit to stare into your eyes. "And then, I'd drive you insane..."

He emphasized each word as if he were whispering them into your ear, and his words left you breathless and speechless. Mark's voice had a way of making you feel things you've never felt before.

"Sounds like you really want to have shower sex," you said with a slight giggle.

He kissed you passionately as his hands glided back to your ass once again, gripping you firmly as he slowly lifted you in the air. You wrapped your arms around his slender neck, and your legs around his waist. As your curves pressed against him, you could feel his excitement, causing your eyes to widen slightly. You hadn't even touched him yet, and he was extremely excited for you.

Mark placed one hand against the shower wall for support and you looked into his beautiful brown orbs once more.

"Have you been wanting me, like I have been needing you?" He asked in a low and husky voice that sent shivers through your body. You answered him by pressing your lips against his and kissing him passionately. After a few seconds, Mark moved his kisses across your neck and down to your collarbone. He sucked on it lightly, causing you to gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders. He let out a small groan, and you couldn't help but laugh slightly. The man was adorable.

For five agonizing minutes, he tortured you with his mouth, and slowly lifted you higher. Your heart started beating so fast, causing a mixture of nervousness and excitement that blended perfectly.

"Relax babe," Mark cooed.

You took a deep breath, the smile not leaving your face, and nodded at him.

Mark entered your slit slowly, his length engulfing your walls slowly. You sucked in a breath and shut your eyes tight, letting yourself enjoy this feeling of being filled so completely by your boyfriend. He went deep, his entire length inside you now. He let himself stay there for a second, giving you time to get used to this new feeling. Then he pulled out a few inches before sliding back into you. He continued this process, slowly getting a rhythm, his thrusts growing in power. You moaned each time his length penetrated you.

"Yes..." you breathed and heard Mark moan in response.

He increased his pace even more, driving his length into you and then withdrawing completely with each thrust. Soon, the sounds of water splashing off your wet skin filled the room. Mark became a mess of grunts and pants every time he penetrated you, audibly teasing you toward your climax.

"Babe, you feel so-" A deep moan escaped your boyfriend's parted lips.

His breath was hot on your neck as he worked you towards your release, and it felt like electricity every time his skin touched yours. You had forgotten where you were, who you were, and what was going on around you, it was only you and Mark.

"Mark..." you moaned.

You couldn't hold off your orgasm any longer as waves of pleasure washed over your body. He continued his ministrations as you rode your high, and you watched him as you came down. You looked in awe at this beautiful specimen of a man standing before you as he held you in his arms. He just smiled at you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Then he exhaled and put you down, slumping against the cold tile wall. His wet hair dangled over his blushed face. You smiled and placed a hand against his cheek, stroking it gently as you gave him another kiss, he kissed you in return, and the soft brush of his lips lingered as you pulled away.

"I love you," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I love you, too."

You say "You took the energy out of me."

Mark smiled and leaned back against the wall. "I guess you could say that," he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you'll be able to get to the bedroom? Or do you need me to carry you?"

You slowly stood up, ceasing the sound of running water with your index finger. "Carry me, please!" You pouted and raised your arms.

Mark chuckled as he opened the shower door to retrieve your towels.

"Alright, alright, my queen," Mark threw your wet towel on your head, muffling your laugh. "I'll carry you to the bed."

You pushed the towel off of your face as Mark slipped his arms underneath your wet body and scooped you up into his arms.

"Mmm, you smell much better," you murmured as you nuzzled against his neck. Mark snorted and kissed the top of your head.

You were smitten by his scent and the way he handled you with such ease. He gently laid you on your bed, sinking in on top of you, like you had been daydreaming of for months.

"I've missed this," he whispered, "missed touching you, missed watching you sleep..." He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and gazed down at you like you were the only person in the world.

"I missed waking up next to you, seeing your face in the mornings, and hearing your voice at night."

He brought his lips to yours, softly and sweetly like he was afraid you would break. His lips tasted like the memories of stolen kisses in dark corners and glances behind closed doors. The more you tasted his lips, the more you craved, and you pressed into him, desperate for more.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," he mumbled against your lips, "and you don't understand how crazy it's been."

"No kidding," you replied, returning his kiss with equal vigor.

"Everywhere I went, fans were throwing themselves at me. All I could think about was you. All I'm ever gonna want is you."

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. You pulled away to smile at him, taking in his beautiful face. It wasn't just his looks that captivated you; it was his mind and his heart. He was pure goodness through and through, and you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

"And all I ever want is you," you replied. Mark cupped your face and stared into your eyes, his deep brown eyes pooling with emotion. "You okay, babe?"

"It's nothing...I just- I love you," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "so much."

You kissed him fiercely, overcome with emotion. "I love you a shit ton too."

Mark laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Well, you better. You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

"Good."

Mark smirked and moved his head down, trailing kisses across your stomach and past your navel.

"What are you doing down there? Aren't you tired?"

Mark looked up, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It would be a waste not to take advantage of the candles and rose petals, don't you think?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

~

To Be Continued.

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Your big dumb goon's changed his hair again. Part of the Freak on a bike AU - read the rest here.

Pairing: RM x afab reader

Word count: 1.1k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, swearing, big dick Joon

You have another job at the weekends, the bar girl at some swanky new club uptown.

There’s no uniform apart from skin and black satin, a bow tie if the table’s especially corny.

You’re pretty good at keeping your flammable clothes from setting alight, especially with all the cheap sparklers you bring out for the big spenders.

You step out for a breather after you’ve served your latest table, your lungs grateful for the respite from musk and sandalwood cologne, Lynx body spray.

There’s a commotion by the back door you’ve just stepped out of, you watch, amused, as two of the bouncers escort some nouveau-riche city asshole out.

Wait.

You’d know the back of that neck anywhere.

Your big dumb goon’s had a haircut since you last saw him, close-cropped to his head so you can see exactly how his hair grows out of his scalp, no extra length to weigh it down.

He looks like the fat boys you went to school with, you think you like it.

He turns, spots you braced against the wall opposite.

‘Nice suit,’ he says, smiling all over his big dumb face, easing you out of your reflex snarl so easily it’s ridiculous.

‘Nice hair,’ you say, eyeing him the way he’s eyeing you.

He runs a hand over it, leans down like he’s inviting you to touch.

You pat him on the head. His hair is softer than it looks. You try to get enough of it in your fingers to pull but you can’t.

He’s all dimples and round head, and you’re endeared.

He’s still looking at you, more than a hint of hope in his eyes, the horny motherfucker.

‘You’re too cute to fuck now,’ you say, turning up your nose at him to head back inside.

He just laughs as he follows you back in, when the hell did this dumb goon become so cocky?

***

You usually get changed after work, who the hell wants to be walking around the nightclub district at 3am in a satin choker and stripper heels, but you’ve been thinking about him all night.

His stupid new haircut and how you want it between your legs.

You wander casually round the front to say goodbye to Yugyeom the bartender, look around.

Your big dumb goon doesn’t let you down.

His hands are shoved in the pockets of his suit pants, head hung so you don’t have to look up so much to see him.

‘Wanna ride?’ he asks, tongue in his literal cheek, making his dimple pop.

‘Yeah.’

You want to ride everything about him.

***

His car’s parked three streets over next to the underpass where you first met.

‘Where’s your bike?’ you ask, a tease in your voice.

‘I got my license, remember?’

He slides into the driver seat, reaches over to open your door, his pants stretched over his thighs, tight.

He catches you looking, you weren’t trying to hide it anyway.

‘You can ride,’ he says, manspreading a bit, now who’s the tease.

‘You got bigger,’ you say.

‘I’ll make it fit,’ he assures you.

You can’t see his face clearly in the dark, but you can hear him snicker, low.

Then he starts the car, gets going.

***

He parks up outside your block, turns to you.

Looks hard at how you’ve unbuttoned the top two buttons of your satiny waistcoat.

‘Eyes up here,’ you murmur.

He smirks a little, this big dumb guy, and his gaze drops even more, centering on the flash of pale pink panties between your legs.

‘I got a roommate,’ you tell him.

He takes that in his stride.

‘I got a backseat,’ he offers.

You roll your eyes. ‘Kiss me.’

He likes kissing, he’s big and clumsy but so fucking endearing. He kisses you like he’s sneaking kisses at prom, hungry and like he wants to put a corsage on you or some shit.

You part your lips, let him slip you his tongue because you know he likes it sloppy and wet.

When you pull away he’s breathing hard.

You both look down at your hand touching him over his pants.

‘I missed you,’ he says, a declaration, heartfelt, sweet.

Your own heart skips.

‘That you or your dick talking, pretty boy?’ you ask.

You don’t give him a chance to answer, unzip your skirt so you can climb into his lap.

He’s getting his pants down, he’s not that dumb, not when it comes to this.

He’s as big as you remember, maybe even bigger, the way he’s holding himself up.

You start to lower yourself down on his fat cock, hissing a little at the sting, when movement outside his window distracts you.

Shit it’s not that the outside is moving, it’s that the goddamn car is moving.

‘The brakes, fuck,’ you moan, mad with frustration and that he’s still only halfway in.

He yanks up the handbrake, bucks his hips up into you so hard your head hits the roof of the car.

You don’t feel it, don’t feel anything but his cock splitting you open all the way.

Shit, he feels good.

He reaches into your top, scoops your breast out and sucks at your tit.

You know he’s trying to distract you from being mad at him for not parking the car properly.

You know it’s working.

He’s panting now, flushed and pretty, skin gleaming as he helps you ride him.

‘Can’t hold it,’ he warns, words muffled by your tits right in his face.

‘Let me have it, baby,’ you soothe, because you know he’s going to make you come, he’s always been good at it.

He grunts, fucks harder, makes you squeal on his cock and squirt all over him.

Fuck.

Fuck!

You can feel him tense and hard inside, feel the groan in his chest as he spills, face buried between your tits.

You put your hand on his head, stroke his almost buzz cut, silky and soft, until he stops groaning your name.

***

You realise in his haste to get to your tits he’d pulled off three buttons on your three button waistcoat, the big goon.

He shucks his shirt to give you willingly enough, and for some dumb reason hands you his sunglasses too even though it’s 4am and dark as fuck.

You slip them on anyway.

‘I’m working tonight, want me to pick you up?’ he offers.

With the sunglasses on you can look at him as much as you like without him getting the wrong fucking idea.

That you care about him or some shit.

‘Sure,’ you say, nonchalant.

He smiles so brightly it’s like he’s just won the lottery and your heart feels like it’s free falling.

You turn away deliberately, open the door to let yourself out.

‘Hey,’ you say.

His dimples should be illegal, a big goon like him’s got no business being so goddamn cute.

What’s he so goddamn cute for?

‘I missed you too,’ you tell him. You try to sound sour but it comes out sweet, kind of like his smile.

#bts smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon imagine #bts rm #freak on a bike

[thedensworld]

Lover | Kim Mingyu

Officially Dated!

Lover Series🖤🌼

Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x Fashion Editor!Reader (ft. Joshua)

Genre: Romance, Angst, Humour, Series

________________________________________

A memory from last week continued to linger in Kim Mingyu's mind. Well, he might have forgotten some details after consuming three and a half bottles of soju, which was his limit. But the fact that he woke up in a hotel room that wasn't his own, shirtless, with you soundly asleep on his arm, was etched into his memory. There was a glimmer of hope when he woke up that morning, finding you beside him, though your baby blue shirt you still wore in your sleep had him slightly disappointed. He had wished for something significant to have happened, a step towards reconciling with you. However, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret that he had hoped for anything other than a genuine, sober reconnection – the kind he truly wanted.

But that was best forgotten for now.

Let's shift our focus to the pivotal moment when you finally mustered the courage to confess your feelings for him. That night stood out as a beacon of light in Mingyu's otherwise busy week. Amidst his hectic work schedule and mounting stress, your presence added a layer of complexity to his thoughts. He wouldn't necessarily say that you were the cause of his stress, but you certainly had him contemplating more than ever before. Since the day you two reconnected after all those years apart, he had found it nearly impossible to stop thinking about you and the emotions that had never truly ceased since their inception. The truth was, he hadn't dated anyone since he met you. And he struggled to pinpoint the reason behind it. Why had he become so irrevocably attached to you?

Your confession from that night continued to play on a loop in his mind. He could vividly recall the excitement that had surged through his veins upon hearing your words, "I also have that feeling, Mingyu. The one you feel.." In that moment, he felt as if he were soaring, carried away to the stars. He had been waiting for that very moment for what felt like an eternity – and it had taken merely three bottles of soju and a dose of honesty for you to reveal your feelings. Mingyu wondered why he had waited so long to hear those words.

In moments of introspection, he pondered this question. Lost in thought, he hardly noticed when his hairstylist posed a question to him. Tonight, he was set to meet you once again. An excitement brewed within him, fueled by the anticipation of encountering you. He knew you would be occupied with the fashion show, but your affirmative response to his text asking, "Are you attending the after party?" provided enough hope to keep his optimism alive throughout the event.

Y/n: Yeah, gotta gain all those blood, sweat, and tears that have already been spent...

He had chosen to wear one of Mrs. Gia's summer/spring collection from the previous year to the fashion show. His attire exuded a natural charm, and his confidence radiated effortlessly. As he entered the venue, the flashing of cameras and the attention from the media greeted him. Among the throng of unfamiliar faces, he was relieved to spot his friend Yugyeom from GOT7. At least, he had a companion to help him navigate his desire to see you.

Wandering his gaze around the venue wasn't a novel practice for Mingyu; he had been doing so since the moment he reconnected with you. Learning about the meticulous preparation that went into orchestrating a fashion show had made him appreciate the efforts of those working behind the scenes even more. While most people focused on the guests and models — besides the clothes, Mingyu had learned to notice the intricate web of creativity that interconnected various elements – concept, visuals, and production – to create a mesmerizing show.

Amidst this thought process, Kim Mingyu's attention was captivated by your presence at the front of the house. Clad in all black, a headset covering your ears, you seemed to effortlessly command the chaos. Your lips moved in sync with your directions, conveyed through the microphone of your headphones. A smile formed on Mingyu's lips as he watched you assume your position, poised and ready to guide the show he was about to witness.

Ironically, the show itself was a blur for Mingyu that night. He found himself captivated not by the runway, but by your charismatic presence as you orchestrated the entire event. Instead of the nervousness he had anticipated, he observed you relishing in your role, moving to the rhythm of the music while directing your team through the microphone. In the midst of all this, you radiated an ethereal glow that drew his gaze.

*

The after party was a lively affair, and it became even more enjoyable the moment you stepped into the venue, accompanied by your colleagues. Yugyeom playfully nudged Mingyu, having noticed his intent stare.

"Why the fixed gaze on Director Y/n?" Yugyeom's question caught Mingyu off guard, revealing that his friend was acquainted with you.

Yugyeom went on to explain that he had worked with you on several occasions during his time in Paris. By chance, his manager had been your college classmate. Mingyu inquired about your personality, and Yugyeom's response left him satisfied. You were described as intriguing and captivating, possessing a youthful maturity that had enabled you to ascend to such a significant position at a young age.

"Why the sudden interest, Kim Mingyu? Do you have a crush on her? Need a wingman?" Yugyeom's playful tone evoked laughter from Mingyu. Little did he know that Yugyeom's jest was closer to the truth than he realized.

If only Kim Mingyu could reveal to Yugyeom that you felt the same way about him.

*

"Congratulations!" Mingyu's simple words were met with a warm smile from you, acknowledging his sentiment. In a playful jest, you graciously nodded as if you had just single-handedly averted a war – the type of nod that subtly exuded your awesomeness. The clink of your liquor-filled glasses echoed the sentiment, a cheerful toast to the moment.

Seated on barstools next to each other, you and Mingyu turned your attention to the bustling crowd. With a mirrored movement, you both faced the scene. "Do you recognize anyone aside from Kim Yugyeom?" you inquired, gesturing towards the throng.

Mingyu nodded confidently. "Almost everyone," he replied, his gaze shifting to meet yours.

"Quite the network you've built," you remarked, acknowledging his impressive ability to connect with a wide array of people within the industry. Mingyu returned your compliment with an appreciative smile. Curious to hear your side, he posed the same question to you.

Your head shook slowly in response. "I recall having worked with a few of them, but I doubt they remember me. I'm not exactly memorable," you said with a light laugh.

Mingyu's lips curled playfully, and he nudged your side. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his tone suggesting otherwise.

With a mockingly skeptical glance, you eyed him up and down before rolling your eyes, followed by a soft chuckle. "What I mean is, I tend to stay in the background. No one really pays us much attention – not that we're seeking it. I just believe that those working behind the scenes deserve more recognition than they get, although we do get paid," you added with a laugh.

As you spoke, the cadence of your words, the passion in your eyes as you shared your thoughts and opinions, succeeded in captivating Mingyu's attention. Your intelligence and charisma never failed to divert his gaze. Your conversation was engaging, your brilliance shining through, and he found himself distracted by your presence. Mingyu was aware that it wasn't the most opportune time for such thoughts, but he couldn't help but wish to hold you close, to kiss you in that very moment. Swiftly snapping out of his reverie, he redirected his focus to your words.

"Wanna leave this place?" Mingyu suddenly interjected, interrupting your conversation. The gentle touch of his hand landing on yours halted your words, your eyes locking onto his gaze. You took a moment to contemplate his proposal, your gaze momentarily flickering to your colleagues on the opposite side of the venue. Signaling him to wait, you quickly sent a text to your personal assistant before nodding and rising from the barstool.

Guiding your steps, Mingyu led you towards the exit. A signal to his manager, a halted taxi, and he gestured for you to get in first. An unusual sense of comfort and trust settled within you – a sense you rarely experienced with strangers, and certainly not this quickly. While your relationship had been progressing positively since last week, it wasn't typical for you to be so at ease and trusting with someone. Mingyu mentioned a location unfamiliar to you, leveraging your trust to lead you wherever he had in mind.

"Is it far?" you inquired as you settled into the cab, observing him. He nodded in response.

"I have my car with me," you noted nonchalantly, prompting a facepalm from Mingyu, who was stifling his laughter. Chuckling along with him, you wondered why you had opted for a cab when you had your own vehicle.

"It's fine. We were drinking anyway," Mingyu replied, attempting to rationalize your decision.

Silence settled between you two momentarily before he softly uttered, "You must be tired," while patting his shoulder, implying that you could lean on him for support. Shaking your head, you offered a smile, but he insisted, tapping his shoulder more firmly until you relented, leaning into the spot he indicated.

"Rest. I'll wake you when we arrive."

Unexpectedly, it was the depth of rest you experienced, and you were roused by a gentle tap on your arm. The motionless cab indicated that you had reached your destination. Blinking in confusion, you surveyed your surroundings, greeted by the sight of a beach, its entrance adorned with the words 'Blue's Sanpo.'

You and Mingyu had arrived in Sanpo, a location three hours away from where you had started. A mixture of confusion and amusement colored your expression, which elicited a shrug from Mingyu. Taking your hand in his, he guided you forward. It seemed that neither of you had anticipated the spontaneity of this moment. The attire you both wore was sufficient to shield you from the evening sea breeze. Mingyu kicked off his expensive shoes, and you followed suit, sprinting towards the water with the exuberance of a child. Mingyu's eyes gleamed with adoration as he watched you, his smile widening when your gaze met his, your expression is a testament to your approval of his choice.

Side by side on the sandy shore, you and Mingyu turned your attention to the local fishermen, immersed in their labor on the sea. The ethereal beauty of their boat's lights created a captivating spectacle, adorning the waters like jewels. The ambiance was picturesque, a canvas painted by the lights dancing on the waves, announcing the arrival of fall.

"Y/n," Mingyu's voice broke the gentle rhythm of the night.

You shifted your focus to him, responding to his beckon. This night was reminiscent of a movie scene, an intimate tableau of the two of you sitting in companionable silence on the beach. Words were unnecessary as you reveled in the tranquility of the moment, relishing each other's mere presence. Anticipation hung in the air, and you could feel the warmth of his breath in the small gap between you. Gradually, he inched closer, a silent question on his lips. "May I?" he whispered.

His inquiry caught your breath, leaving you in contemplation. After a beat, you nodded, giving him permission. Without delay, he bridged the gap between you two, closing the distance. The kiss that followed was deliberate and tender, an embrace of intimacy. The backdrop of crashing waves and the chirping of crickets contributed to the symphony of the night. Every touch of his hand against your skin, every sweep of his lips against yours, resonated deeply. The sea air, laden with a hint of chill, only heightened the sensory experience.

The kiss came to an end, both of you withdrawing as you took a deep, shared breath. Opening your eyes, you found Mingyu gazing at you, his eyes filled with depth and unspoken emotions. A chuckle bubbled forth from both of you, as though you were momentarily transported back to a different reality, where such intimate exchanges were a thing of whimsy. His arm extended towards your shoulder, urging you to draw closer, an unspoken need that your body instinctively answered. Leaning into him, you rested naturally against his side, your attention still focused on the captivating tableau before you.

And then, his voice, soft and tremulous, broke the silence. "Please, be my girlfriend," his words hung in the air, a question and a plea, simultaneously vulnerable and filled with earnest desire.

*

Pledis Entertainment's Announcement: Seventeen's Mingyu Reveals Non-Celebrity Girlfriend

On December 29th, Pledis Entertainment released an official statement disclosing that Kim Mingyu, a member of the global boy group Seventeen, is currently in a relationship with a non-celebrity. The news was met with a mix of surprise and support from fans. At the same time, Mingyu took to Weverse to share his sentiments with Carats, Seventeen's dedicated fanbase. Here is the message:

"Hello, Carats! This is Seventeen's Mingyu.

I want to take a moment to express my gratitude for your unwavering support and love throughout all our ups and downs.

Though I haven't had the chance to greet each and every one of you properly, please know that I always hold good thoughts for all of us.

I'm so thankful to Carat for loving and supporting both Seventeen and me.

Moving forward, I promise to work even harder on creating music and delivering great performances.

Thanks to your positive energy, I've been fortunate to encounter only good people.

I hope that Carat can experience the same positivity.

My wish is for us to continue sharing positivity and love only.

Always with love, Carat 💎"

#mingyu imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #mingyu scenarios #kim mingyu #mingyu au #mingyu fluff #mingyu imagine #mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #mingyu recs #mingyu #mingyu ff

[i-am-baechu]

♬ Summary: Y/N has met Jungkook’s members but she hasn’t met his friends. To be more specific, the 97 line and tonight is the night for that to change. 

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader 

♬ Rating: PG - 14

♬Genre: Established relationship and fluff

♬ Warnings: Jealousy and swearing

♬ Part of, ‘ I fell In Love With A Girl Group Stan; The After Story

Jungkook watched from his side of the room with a worried look as Y/N kept changing her hairstyle. She went from braids to a bun and now she has her hair down. He walked up to her and took the brush out of her hand when he saw her aggressively brushing. She looked up at him and he raised his eyebrow, “Y/N, that’s not good for your scalp.” 

She puffed out her cheeks and looked away from him, “It was helping my nerves...” 

“Doesn’t mean it's good for you. Baby, why are you so nervous?”

“Are you really asking me that!? These are your best friends! Of course I’m going to be nervous.” 

He let out a laugh and she gave him a small glare through the mirror, “You met my members and they love you. I feel like I have to fight Jin and Yoongi for you sometimes...Also, don’t yell at me or you’ll be punished.” 

Her face turned red and looked away from his teasing smirk, “I-I’m just nervous to be around them...It’s different from your members.” 

“You do realize you melted Yoongi’s heart right? That’s like the hardest thing to do. I think you got this babe.” 

“I’m not sure...I’m really nervous to meet Eunwoo.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrow at this and crossed his arms over his chest, “Why?”

“I’ve watched so many drama’s with him in it...it's crazy to meet him.” 

He pouted at this and Y/N let out a small laugh, “You watched his dramas?” 

“Mae showed me a couple, don’t be jealous.”

“I-I’m not!” 

The couple made their way to his car as Jungkook pouted at the thought of Y/N watching his friend. The car ride was filled with Jungkook explaining who was going to be there, Yugyeom, Bam Bam and Eunwoo. She was more nervous to meet Yugyeom because that was Jungkook’s best friend. He parked the car as she stared at the restaurant with a nervous look. Jungkook saw this and grabbed her hand gently, “Baby, it's going to be okay.”

“I-I know...I just don’t know if they would like me.” 

“Again, you melted Yoongi’s heart, you're going to be fine.” He glanced down at her outfit smiling to himself. She was wearing one of his black shirts with a pink cardigan on top with black pants. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her cheek making her eyes go wide, “I forgot to tell you, you look cute.” 

“Jung-Jungkook!” 

The two walked in the restaurant with masks on, hiding their identities from the world. She knew it was necessary and she honestly loves no one knowing who she was. It made her feel protected. He showed the waiter his ID and they nodded their head at him. They walked towards the back with Jungkook holding her hand tightly, something that always gave her comfort. The door opened as her eyes widened a bit when she saw Bam Bam singing into a spoon while Yugyeom filmed him all while Eunwoo continued to eat his soup. Jungkook bowed his head at the waiter pulling down his mask letting out a loud cough. This caused everyone to look at them and this made Y/N hide behind Jungkook, “We’re here. You guys already started drinking?”

Eunwoo wiped his mouth and let out a small laugh, “They only had water, don’t tempt them.” 

Bam Bam frowned at Eunwoo and then turned his attention towards Jungkook, “I thought you said you were bringing your girlfriend.” 

“What are you talking about? I-” He turned his head to see that spot next to him was empty and let out a small laugh. He moved to the side and Y/N was in view of everyone, “I did.” 

She blinked her eyes at them pulling down her mask. She quickly bowed at them, happy that she was hiding her red face, “P-Pleasure to meet you.” 

When she came back up, Jungkook wrapped his arm over her shoulders, “This is my girlfriend, L/N Y/N.” 

She gave them a small wave and hid her face into Jungkook’s side. Bam Bam leaned forward with his chin resting on his palm with a small smirk, “Yah, Kook, she's cute. Too cute for you.”

Jungkook glared at his friend and kissed the top of Y/N’s head, “She’s mine, back off.”

Yugyeom let out a laugh and took a sip of his water, “Aww Jungkook is being possessive. It’s cute.” 

“Stop calling me cute!” 

Y/N and Jungkook sat next to Eunwoo and she felt her face turn red when she glanced at his face. He was really handsome up close and it was clear he was an actor with his jawline. Jungkook placed some kimchi in a bowl for her when he caught her staring at Eunwoo. He felt his eyebrow twitch as he placed the bowl in front of her. He leaned forward and gently touched her inner thigh causing her to jump a little as he sent her a small smirk, “Your kimchi, baby.”

She picked up her chopsticks nodding her head. She took one bite when Yugyeom leaned forward giving her a small smile, “Neh, Y/N, when’s your birthday?” 

“O-Oh, it's February twenty-first...”

Bam Bam wiped his mouth and Y/N was more nervous having more eyes on her, “Are you the same age as Jungkook?” 

“I was born in 98...”

Yugyeom let out a small laugh and smacked Jungkook’s shoulder lightly, “You like them young?” 

“Shut the fuck up.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh and a deep voice next to her caused a shiver to go down her back, “What’s your occupation?” 

“Eunwoo, you sound like a job interviewer.” 

Y/N shook her head at them with her face being as red as the kimchi in front of her, “It-It’s okay. I’m training right now at the Royal Culture Vault but after that's done, I will be a historian.” 

Eunwoo nodded his head at this and looked at Jungkook with a small smirk, “Cute and smart, you made a good choice, Kook.” 

Y/N shook her head at this looking at Jungkook with a small smile, “Jungkook is also cute and smart...he’s everything I wanted in someone. If anything I made the best decision in my life by saying yes to him.” 

Jungkook's eyes widened at this and looked down at Y/N, “R-Really?” 

“Yes.”

Yugyeom looked between them and smiled to himself, happy that his friend found someone that truly loves him. Bam Bam on the other hand, grimaces at this and lets out a loud gag causing the couple to look at him, “That’s disgusting.” 

Eunwoo rolled his eyes and smiled at Y/N, “I think it's sweet.” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes at his friends and leaned down placing a quick kiss on her lips, “I think it's sweet too.” 

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[beautifulchris]

love potion

pairing: seo changbin x gn!reader

wc: 4,9k

featuring: bang chan, lee minho, victon’s subin, the boyz’s haknyeon, i-dle’s soyeon, bts’ jeongguk, got7’s yugyeom, golden child’s donghyun

summary: changbin has been your best friend for years now, harboring feelings for you. on the other hand, you’re too absorbed by the cute hufflepuff quidditch fan to notice.

genres: hogwarts!au, best friends to lovers!au, slytherin!changbin, slytherin!reader, fluff, humor (i tried)

tw: swearing, food, jealousy

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

tag list: @badwithten @soobin-chois @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!

“BINNIE!!” you yelled as soon as you spotted your black haired best friend in the crowd at the train station.

Just when he was turning to face you, you crashed into him, and he had to use every strength in his body to not fall over. He held you tight while gently patting your back. Once on the train, you talked about your respective summertime until you arrived at Hogwarts. It was your fifth year for both of you, and you were excited.

“Class started three days ago and I already have four parchments to write plus two exams next week. I know the O.W.L.S. are important but this is straight up overworking poor fifteen years olds. I’m still not over my summer holidays.”

You let out a deep sigh, pushing yourself deeper atop the table, your left cheek on your crossed arms.

Changbin chuckled next to you. “I don’t want to imagine how you’ll react in a few months when we won’t be able to breathe because we’ll crumble under an astronomical amount of homework.”

You straightened your back, eyes wide, then whined and got back to your previous position. “I have astronomy class tonight… how will I survive?”

Your best friend scoffed while rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be there.”

“I won’t survive this year,” you mumbled, eyes closed.

“You’re being overdramatic.”

Of course, you were. People only needed to spend ten minutes with you to know. Changbin liked this side of you, it was always fun to him, how you could say dramatic stuff while looking this cute. You’ll never catch him say that out loud, though.

A few weeks later, Changbin was on his way to his first Quidditch practice with his teammates —you were accompanying them— when a group of Gryffindors came to him, fifth year Haknyeon leading.

“Hey Changbin,” he called, “I bet I’m faster than you on a broom.”

“Is that why I’m on the Quidditch team and you’re not?” he retorted. A few teammates laughed.

Haknyeon scoffed, visibly upset. Then shrugged. “I’ll try not to humiliate you too much.”

“Why don’t you let your broom do the talking? I’m ready to fly whenever you are,” Changbin smirked.

“I’ve seen Haknyeon practice for hours on the Training Grounds,” Yugyeom, beater of your House, whispered to the team.

“Come on, you can win this with your eyes closed,” a Gryffindor encouraged his housemate.

“If the referee asks, I don’t condone this,” Soyeon, captain of the Slytherin team, warned with her hands up.

Changbin and Haknyeon prepared for the race, getting on their brooms.

“Loser buys the butterbeer. That’s you, Ju.”

Ju Haknyeon tsked and you approached your best friend. “Please, don’t end up in the Hospital Wing, Binnie.”

“I thought you had more faith in me,” he winked.

You moved back, rolling your eyes amusedly as they started the race.

“This is the race I didn’t know I wanted,” a Gryffindor said excitedly.

It was tight, until Haknyeon decided to push Changbin. They were going straight to a statue and didn’t seem to realize it. Changbin avoided it with ease though, while Haknyeon wasn’t so lucky, his robes getting caught in the lance’s statue. He kept flying and his robes ripped apart. Your best friend arrived safely on the ground and a few moments later, Haknyeon arrived as well, throwing his broom on the floor in frustration.

Changbin’s teammates were laughing, even Soyeon was giggling. “It was really fun to watch, but we have practice,” Jeongguk, the second beater, announced.

“It was a good race,” Changbin proposed his hand for Haknyeon to shake, which he did.

“It was. Next time I’ll win, though.”

“We’ll see about that. Don’t forget you owe me that butterbeer!”

You all left for the Quidditch Pitch; the team for practice, you to cheer on Changbin from the stands. He always said it helped him do better. So you used practice to do your homework, but always ended up sidetracking, due to a fervent Quidditch fan going to a lot of practices from every house. You often wondered if Subin was twenty four hours in the stands. I mean, you wouldn’t complain, because Subin was a pretty cute Hufflepuff that was always cheering on everyone.

Second Saturday of December, you went to Hogsmeade with your best friend.

“Binnie,” you called from the scarves alley, “how about this one?” He was sitting on a fir green leather bench next to the fitting room in Gladrags Wizardwear, the clothing shop of Hogsmeade.

“Now that is a pretty scarf. Emerald and silver stripes, nice and simple. You see, the purple one wasn’t really going well with the green of your tie and robes.”

“You’re right, I’ll take it,” you smiled.

You turned around and when your eyes landed on someone outside, you stopped yourself and stared, a shy smile on your face. Changbin curiously got up then followed your gaze but, upon seeing nothing, was confused by your behavior.

“What’s going on?”

“Subin walked past and smiled at me,” you beamed.

“Oh, I see. Better pay for the scarf and go if you want to talk to him, then.”

Yes, you had an embarrassing crush on the cutest Hufflepuff ever. Have you talked to him before? Eh. Made a whole conversation? Now, let’s not get over ourselves. He just always smiled when he caught you staring or when you bumped into each other in the hallways. He was just so sweet.

“I still can’t believe you fell for a smile.”

“Those are powerful things, you know?”

Oh, he knew alright. He fell for yours.

“I can’t believe this guy! Five gallions a scarf? It better lasts until the end of my school years,” you huffed loudly, putting away your wallet.

“Stop whining, you bought it anyway.”

“Well yeah, I need to stay warm this winter.”

“Remind me again why you’re buying it now?” His tone was teasing, making your eyes roll.

“A crup destroyed it yesterday during care of magical creatures class but I’m sure you don’t need a reminder,” you answered bitterly. You remembered how his laugh was louder than everyone else’s.

“You’re right. That was so funny.”

You had the urge to smack him but stopped yourself. “Stop mocking me, it was the scarf or my face!”

You didn’t spot Subin again that day, but Haknyeon did buy Changbin butterbeer like promised.

Classes were hard, but you were holding up just fine, compared to your whines the first week. Sometimes you were even a little too enthusiastic, like with the crup.

Now, the only pet that terrorized everyone but Changbin and you is his scops owl, Yogi. He loved you, somehow, while he could tear apart another student just because he walked too close to it for comfort.

Actually, it happened before.

Once.

First year. Yogi was on Changbin’s shoulder as he was walking to the owlery, when a student —was he a Ravenclaw? Probably a 3rd year at the time— bumped into his shoulder by accident. Right before Changbin could do anything, Yogi flew to the guy, lacerated his clothes and skin while giving him pecks, all the while flying around him. The poor Ravenclaw tried to cover his head with his arms.

After a few seconds, Changbin realized the gravity of the situation. He called Yogi who flew right back on his owner’s shoulder, not without barking in the boy’s direction.

The latter slowly dropped his arms on his sides and got up, visibly upset. “He tried to kill me!!”

“Yeah he does that, sorry! It’s nothing personal,” Changbin shrugged. “I suggest you go to the infirmary, dude, it’s not looking good.” He gestured to the upper body of the 3rd year who left in a hurry, a big frown on his face.

Since that day, Yogi stayed in the owlery to avoid having the whole school at Changbin’s throat because of his tiny and aggressive pet. He was happy, though, he could make friends and leave whenever and wherever, instead of being kept in a room full of hormones and sweat. I mean, the choice was quickly made.

The fifth match opposing Slytherin to Hufflepuff was coming soon, and you knew Subin was going to be there. So, as the skilled-at-potion-teenage-witch-in-love you were, your great idea was to induce chocolate chip cookies with a love potion and offer them to him after the match.

“It’s a love potion, what could possibly go wrong?” you whispered to yourself over your cauldron.

I could give you a list.

You purposely kept your plan to yourself, knowing what your best friend would say —and rightfully so, might I add— about the dangers of love potions, but really the most dangerous was amortentia, which was why you chose another one. The potion you decided to make was supposed to bring to the surface already existing feelings, not create an infatuation or obsession. You knew love couldn’t be created by a potion, and you didn’t want that either. Also, it wouldn’t last really long, just two to three hours, enough time for someone to confess their feelings.

Thinking about your best friend, though, you decided to make regular cookies to congratulate him on his next win —you were persuaded Slytherin would win. Once ready, you put them in different bags, naming them ‘S’ for Subin and ‘Q’ for the Quidditch team.

On the day of the match, you walked proudly in the direction of the Quidditch pitch with your potion-induced cookies in one hand and the normal ones in the other.

Arriving at the changing room, you entered with your eyes closed —who knew what you could witness— and called for Changbin.

“Scared of seeing a few muscles, Y/N?” You recognized Jeongguk’s joking voice.

A hand took your wrist and gently pulled you outside before you could reply.

“Is that cookies? For me?”

As you opened your eyes, you saw Changbin reaching for one bag, but you were quick to dodge his hand. “You’ll have to win first.”

“See you soon, then,” he spoke to the cookies with a smirk.

“I came to say good luck. You’re gonna win easily.” He thanked you with a hug.

“Who’s the second bag for?” your best friend asked, and you turned your head in embarrassment. “Let me guess. Subin?”

“Not so loud!” you whisper-shouted as you put your hand over his mouth, having now both bags in the other one.

“Too late.” You turned around super fast, losing your grip on the bags in the process. But no one was behind you. “I was joking,” he laughed, “your face was priceless. We’ll definitely win this match.”

He left you to join his team who was calling for him and you picked up the bags, realizing some cookies were broken. “I should be hexing you!” you shouted but wasn’t sure he heard. You walked up to the stands, searching for familiar faces.

The cookies safely installed in your robes’ pockets, you sat next to your Slytherin friends and watched as the Hufflepuff’s team came flying on the pitch. Next was your house. Changbin was already showing off his flying skills by swirling and spinning around the area. He stopped in front of you and gave you a thumbs up, which, despite the trick he pulled only minutes prior, you mirrored. You could never hate him, even if you tried.

Ten minutes into the match, Juyeon, one of Hufflepuff”s beaters, sent a bludger to your house’s keeper, San. Changbin was quick to borrow Yugyeom’s bat to send the bludger away before it could touch San. You heard someone in the crowd say: “Wow, Changbin is not only fast, he’s pretty strong too.” Damn right.

Your house won 190 to 140. It was time Changbin caught the snitch, or it would’ve been embarrassing for everyone. As promised, you went back to the changing room to deliver the cookies.

“You did so good,” you excitedly said as Changbin took the bag from your hand. “You can share with everyone, I made a lot.”

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best.”

“You are!” Soyeon chimed in.

“Come on, go talk to your crush. I just saw him leave,” he urged you, pushing you out of the changing room. When you turned around, he wasn’t there anymore.

Subin was walking back to the castle, a little pout on his face. You ran up to him, and called his name. When he saw you, he smiled. “Y/N, hey. What’s up?”

“I, uh, wanted to give you these cookies,” you sheepishly said as you handed him the second bag. He reached for them as he thanked you. “And I’m sorry you guys didn’t win. But, for what it’s worth, you’re first in the course for the House Cup.”

“Thank you, Y/N, it’s really kind of you. Your house team played well, and Changbin is a really skilled seeker.”

“He is,” you acquiesced with a proud smile. Finally, Subin opened the bag and took a relatively complete cookie. “Sorry, I dropped them earlier…”

“No problem, they still look good.” Ah, this smile. Pretty cute. He started chewing, and you kept your eyes on him, waiting for a reaction. “Wow, it’s fantastic!”

“You think?” Your cheeks felt hot, he loved your cookies. One win.

“Really, it’s the best cookie I’ve ever tasted. Which oddly reminds me I have to talk to someone. Thank you again for the cookies, Y/N!” With that, he accidentally dropped the bag and ran to the castle. With fast reflexes, you caught it before it could reach the floor.

You were confused. Did it not work? There was still the ‘S’ written in black on the transparent bag. Did you make a mistake when naming the bags? A vision of horror crossed your mind as you sprinted back to the changing room. You prepared yourself for the worst when entering the room, but nothing seemed weird. Everyone was finishing changing in a good mood. So, either you didn’t exchange the bags and Subin felt nothing for you or no one here liked anyone—you lowkey preferred this second suggestion.

When Changbin saw you, he frowned and approached you. “Are you okay? How did it go?”

“Good, he liked my cookies,” you tried to smile but after running so much, you puffed a bit.

“Then why do you still have them, then?”

“Oh? Right, he, uh, gave them back.”

“That’s not polite,” he said without a shadow of a smile. Was that a clenched jaw?

“He didn’t do it on purpose, I promise.”

“What do you mean? How can you not give back a gift on purpose?” Great question, funny story.

“It’s… complicated.”

Your best friend huffed. “I’ll show him.” He took his stuff and left the changing room under the whole Slytherin Quidditch team confused eyes, and you followed him closely.

“I assure you, it’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” He stopped in his tracks and faced you. “Can I have a cookie, please?”

“No?” You nervously laughed as he raised a brow.

“Why not?”

“Because, uh, the… chocolate is melted. Yeah.”

“I don’t mind.” He extended an arm, palm up to receive a cookie. Refusing meant telling him the truth… “Thanks.”

Like with Subin, you waited for a reaction. “So, what did you want to prove?”

“A point.”

“Which is…?”

“That you put something in these cookies,” he said calmly.

Saying you were shocked was an understatement. “How did you know?!”

“Come on, Y/N, you’ve never baked anything in our five years of friendship and suddenly it’s a whole batch, plus you didn’t want me to touch it before the game. Felt suspicious. But the biggest clue is that you still have the bag.”

“As always, you have an amazing sense of observation,” you muttered, quite embarrassed.

“Yes, and I’m far from being a potion expert, but I honestly believe that your love potion works perfectly.”

What?

He smiled faintly and turned back to the castle, leaving you puzzled and pensive. You didn’t say what kind of potion it was… How did he know?

Lost in thought, you barely reacted when the Slytherin team patted you on the back, thanking you for the cookies, on the way back to celebrate their victory.

Then, it hit you. You ran past the team when they arrived at the stairs, almost tripping over your feet. In your search for your best friend, you bumped into Subin in the Entrance Hall, walking towards the Great Hall.

“Subin?” you called, stopping in front of him. “Are you okay?”

“Never better. You?” Here it was. The genuine and cute smile.

“I’m okay. I don’t really know how to say this but… um…”

“You can tell me anything,” he assured.

“O—okay. I like… you.”

“You mean…” You nodded. He was confused for a few seconds. “Oh. I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m flattered but I don’t feel the same way.”

“Oh, I thought, you know, because you’re always smiling at me…”

“I’m a smiley giggling idiot, that’s for sure. But I’m like that with basically everyone. I’m sorry.” You knew he was genuine, and it somehow made the rejection more bearable.

“It’s alright, I feel better now that I told you.”

Awkward silence —especially on your part.

“You remember earlier when I said I had to talk to someone? Well, it was Chaeyoung. I like her and I don’t know, I just felt the urge to tell her.”

Oh.

“About that…”

“Yes?”

“It’s my fault. There was a love potion that makes you realize your feelings of some sort in the cookie. I wanted to see if you liked me without creating any false feelings. I’m so sorry, I… I shouldn’t have done that,” you muttered, staring at your shoes and picking at your clothes.

“… I see. Thank you for telling me. It’s unconventional for sure, but, thanks to you, I shot my shot.”

You felt like he only reacted that way because he was still under the effects of the potion and you hoped he wouldn’t hate you once it wore off.

“How did it go?”

“She said she liked me too. We’re going on a date tomorrow at Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop.”

“I’m happy for you. Honestly,” you smiled. If he wasn’t going to be happy with you, at least he would be with Chaeyoung, and who were you to hate them or try to change that?

“Thank you, and I’m sorry I can’t return your feelings.”

“No, please, don’t apologize, no one can control those.”

“Not that it changes anything, but I always thought you and Changbin were a thing.”

Wha–

“We’re just best friends.”

“I believe you,” he smiled then reassuringly squeezed your shoulder before finally entering the Great Hall.

You stayed there for a hot minute, mindlessly staring in the distance. Then did the stupidest thing you could do: avoid Changbin, and clearly not tell him about what just happened with Subin.

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A week later, the last match of the season opposing Gryffindor and Ravenclaw ended with Ravenclaw’s victory 420 to 310. Despite this win, Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup with 910 points. Ravenclaw was close behind with 880 points, Slytherin next with 770 and then Hufflepuff with 470.

Chan made sure to tell Changbin how he was right about his house winning (see Jeongin’s) and when Changbin didn’t seem to hear, he asked what was wrong.

“Y/N is avoiding me.”

“What? Why?”

“Last week, they made a potion… for their crush, and I tasted it. It felt like my love for them only grew stronger —which I thought impossible—, and it made me want to scream how much I loved them. I stopped myself, of course, and that’s the last time we spoke.”

“Tough. Have you tried speaking to them?”

“You’re asking this as if it didn’t cross my mind in a whole week.”

“Mh… Bitter failure, then. Well, you’re in luck! I know a guy who knows a friend of Y/N.”

“I’m afraid to ask where this nonsense is going.”

“Hush. Just say the word and Y/N will probably listen to you.”

This was awfully mysterious. “Probably? How would you do that?”

“That’s for me to deal with and you to be ignorant about. So?”

Changbin sighed deeply, wondering what he did in his past life to deserve such a weird friend. “Okay. Thanks, Chan.”

“No problem, man. Just be in your common room before dinner tonight.

A whole week without speaking to your best friend was pretty hard, but trying not to crumble under tons of homework was harder. To this, Donghyun was a valuable friend. He helped you with every subject you had in common, which was really thoughtful of him.

“So, that’s why reparo can only work on non-edible objects,” your fellow housemate finished as you wrote down the end of his speech.

“Donghyun, you have no idea how thankful I am.” You put down your quill and threw your head back under the laughter of your friend.

“You say that every day.”

“And I mean it every time!”

“That’s kind of you. Tomorrow, same time?” he proposed as he suddenly got up, putting his stuff in his backpack.

“Sure…” you replied, looking at him suspiciously. He never acted like this before.

“Sorry, I have to go. Bye,” he waved at you then left the common room quickly.

Wondering why he left so abruptly, you didn’t notice someone else sitting next to you.

“Hey… Are you mad at me?”

The question taking you aback, you didn’t have it in you to flee again.

“Of course not, Binnie. I’m just embarrassed.”

“Why’s that?”

“Do I really have to remind you?”

He gave you a weak smile. “No…”

“I’m sorry for avoiding you. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you said as you played with the hem of your robe.

“Why did you, then?”

You sighed. “Subin doesn’t like me.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Oh, don’t be. Some people are meant to stay unloved.” Changbin would’ve laughed at your dramatics, but it was a serious matter —for him at least.

“Uh, that’s not true. I believe everyone’s loved, it’s just that some don’t act on it.”

“Why?”

“… They’re scared of rejection. Or they have too much pride. They don’t want to ruin a friendship. They’d rather see the other happy with someone else than try to change how the person they love feels about them.”

Suspicious.

Oh, right. The reason why he knew it was a love potion: he liked someone.

“You seem to have thought about it a lot. Do you have feelings for someone, Binnie?”

“N—no, of course not.” The red of his cheeks told a different story.

“And you never knew how to lie. I’ll find out, loverboy.”

“I don’t like anyone!” he tried.

“Nah, I don’t buy that.”

“Would you look at that,” he looked at his watch, “it’s time for dinner.”

He regretted saying that the second he sat at the Slytherin table.

“Minho, do you know who Binnie likes? He denies it but I know he does.”

Minho gave a pointed look at your best friend but the latter just looked away.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Someone from your year probably.”

Changbin widened his eyes at Minho who didn’t give away any expression because you were looking at him.

“I knew it! Binnie, you sneaky imp, you won’t even tell your best friend!”

“I have my reasons,” he muttered as he avoided your gaze.

“What, is it Tzuyu?”

“No, no.”

“Wooyoung, then?”

“Uh, no.”

“Yeonjun?!”

“No!”

Minho deadpanned as you kept throwing names. You were so oblivious that it was painful for the two boys. Changbin was stammering but you could tell he was being sincere.

“Which house?” you asked Minho, knowing Changbin wouldn’t tell.

He hesitated. Their eyes met and they had a whole unspoken conversation. Finally, Minho turned to you.

“Slytherin.”

Happy, you scanned the table to see who it could be. “I’ll find out sooner or later!”

“Try a mirror,” Changbin wanted to tell you.

Desperately wanting to change the subject, he announced: “I think I’ll try out for the beater position next year.”

Right, it was Yugeom and Jeongguk’s last year at Hogwarts.

“It’s true you’re getting buff,” you commented, mindlessly feeling his arm with your fingers.

His face became so red, Minho laughed for a good minute after that, much to Changbin’s embarrassment and your confusion. “What did I do?”

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On a warm day of June, Changbin finally had enough. He had to let you know about his feelings.

He lowkey regretted not making you eat your own cookies back in May, and he couldn’t brew the potion himself, because he wasn’t fond of that subject. You were the genius there, not him.

The best way to make you realize your own feelings —friendship or love for him, any was fine but he had to know— was to ask you.

What, you thought he was gonna give an elaborate plan?

Changbin wasn’t the type to plan. He would cut to the chase and be honest. He hoped you would be too.

He had a small smile on his face while waiting for you in the common room. It widened when his eyes fell on your frame, then fell seeing Donghyun walking through the door after you. It wasn’t part of the plan image of your conversation he created in his mind.

To be fair, when asked to come, you said you were coming soon, but didn’t specify with who or what you were going to do. Now it was clear that the subject of your ‘visit’ was working on essays with your favorite tutor.

Fighting it was useless, Changbin’s jealousy was here to stay. He watched as you both sat at the large table in the middle of the room, putting your stuff out and starting to work on defense against the dark arts. He came closer, until you spotted him and shot him your best smile.

His heart pounded at this simple gesture. “Binnie! Come, we’re doing our essay on ghouls. Have you finished it?”

“Of course,” he answered, trying to sound smug, but the look of adoration you gave him weakened him, and he swallowed with difficulty.

Donghyun chuckled a bit at the scene, resulting in your best friend shooting him a glare. You could only amusedly smile at Changbin before reporting your attention to your parchment. He sat across from you, handing you his own neatly written essay.

“Don’t copy word for word,” he demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest before resting them on the table.

“I will only add the few facts I missed,” you promised, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze, a blush creeping up on your cheeks and ears. Your parchment seemed not filled enough.

You worked for about two hours with Donghyun and your best friend was there the whole time, watching you guys write and helping here and there when he could. After your friend left under your thanks to go with other friends, Changbin took his place next to you, and fixed his robe’s sleeves.

“I need to ask you something.”

He seemed nervous, you noted. “I’m all ears.”

Here goes nothing.

“Do you still like Subin?”

Sorry, what? “Huh? Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he shrugged, but you noticed the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“No.”

“Okay… do you like anyone else?”

“Yes.”

He swallowed audibly. “Who is the lucky one?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.” Here was your chance to discover if your early conversation with Donghyun was true.

“Tell you what?”

“Who you like.”

There was no escaping this, so he gulped and nodded, “Okay.”

You counted to three, and both said: “you.”

“Me?” Changbin’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“How thick is your damn skull? I mean I love you.”

“Wh– You…” You used the L word!!!! “You’re one to talk! I’ve loved you for years and you’ve never figured it out!”

“It’s true, I’ve been pretty clueless. But! Donghyun and I–” Changbin slightly grimaced at the name. “talked on our way here and he told me how everyone around us thought we were together,” you pointed a finger to the both of you, “him included.”

“Oh…”

You faced the table, reflecting on your oblivious actions.

“Subin too, by the way.”

“Y/N,” he softly called.

“So yeah, I guess I’m the last person to realize my feelings like a stupid kid.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry it took me this long, but hey, at least now you know.”

“Y/N!” he said firmly.

“Yeah?”

“Everyone is watching us right now…”

Indeed, as you looked around, you saw Slytherins of various years talking to each other, their eyes on you both. Your dramatic self had to say something.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you guys think this was a reality show? Are our lives that interesting compared to your boring ones? You better go elsewhere before my boyfriend and I hex the shit out of y’all!”

They quickly cleared out the room, some rolling their eyes and others with an amused smile on their faces. Minho came into view, displaying a knowing smirk as he walked to you. Changbin was as red as a rubis, shocked by what you just called him.

“Took you long enough, Y/N.”

Realization hit, your face and ears burned as you avoided facing any of the boys.

“Shut up, Minho.”

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Pairing: Yugyeom x barista gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, light crack

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, nothing serious

WC: 813

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a date.”

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

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Best Halloween Ever

Pairing: BamBam x Reader (ft. Mark Tuan, others) Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff Words: 1138

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“Bam, seriously, you couldn’t have told me we were throwing a party, I don’t know, before the party is supposed to start?” You asked incredulously at your roommate who was tidying up the kitchen.

“I forgot…” He grimaced, putting away some of our more fragile items.

“Forgot? We went costume shopping together. That would’ve been a great time to tell me. Or maybe even this morning would have been the least you could’ve done. Not literally minutes before your friends are going to arrive–”

“They’re your friends too.” He interrupted, frowning. You had met your roommate’s friends on several occasions but still didn’t like to claim them as friends of your own out of respect. You didn’t want BamBam to think you were trying to steal his friends, and you didn’t want anyone inviting you places out of obligation or pity. So, instead, you often distanced yourself. BamBam hated that.

Especially because BamBam had been not only trying to incorporate you into the friend group since you both began living together, but also because he had been trying to figure out how to tell you for months that he had an embarrassingly large crush on you.

“Go get ready. I’ll finish cleaning and setting up.” He said, shooing you off.

🎃

You didn’t emerge for another hour. It hadn’t taken you that long to get ready, though. Your costume was a simple dotted dress, puppy ears, and black and white makeup. You elected not to wear the collar that you bought as a joke. BamBam had wanted to wear matching costumes this year but also really wanted to gender-bend Cruella de Vil, so you offered to be a dalmatian.

The party was definitely in full swing by now, made quite obvious from the music and loud talking heard through the thin walls of your shared house, but you had not worked up the courage to emerge from the safety of your room. You had no doubts, however, that if you took any longer, your energetic roommate would come drag you from your confines.

So you quietly snuck from your room to the kitchen, needing to have something in hand while you braved the actual party, whether that be snacks or alcohol.

When you did finally make your way out into the living room, you realized just how much effort BamBam had put into this party.

He had really gone all out, which of course he had, and many in attendance had matched his energy with their costumes. As you searched for your costume partner, your eyes roamed the attendees, picking out your favorite costumes among the faces that were familiar to you.

On one of your couches, Taehyung dressed as a robot sat chatting to Namjoon and his new girlfriend. They were wearing a cute matching dryad set. You spotted Lisa and her fianceé in matching vampire costumes, staring each other down like they wanted to literally take a bite out of one another. Yugyeom was on the dance floor with his best friend, oddly wearing couple costumes of an angel and a devil. You wondered what was going on there…

A tap on your shoulder brought you out of your search and you turned to find someone covered in a white bedsheet with the eye holes cut out standing behind you.

“Boo.” Your roommate’s best friend said in a kind yet monotone voice. Mark, also a bit of an introvert, had unfortunately come alone. His new roommate wanted to hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters since it was her first Halloween living in a smaller town where kids actually went out at night.

“Have you seen Bam?” You asked him, comfortable with him enough that you didn’t feel rude asking. He merely shrugged.

“He’s everywhere. You know how he is during parties.” He then gestured to your cup. “Need a refill? It’s hot under the sheet, I’m gonna go cool off in the kitchen.”

You shook your head, tilting the cup to show its fullness. “I only just now joined everyone. I shouldn’t go into hiding yet.” He chuckled and nodded before heading off to the kitchen.

You resumed your scanning, spotting Youngjae and his friend both wearing witch costumes. Near them were Yuna and Ryujin laughing next to the makeshift bar, dressed as a mummy and purple alien respectively, while Minho smirked at his own joke, golf club splattered with fake blood perched on his shoulder. You weren’t exactly sure who he was supposed to be, but it was festive regardless.

Finally you spotted your roommate, chatting lively with a twisted-fairy version of Felix. You walked over to the pair, matching Felix’s bright smile when he saw your approach.

“Hi, Y/N, you look so cute!” He stated before looking between BamBam and you, connecting the dots. “Oh, I see.” He mumbled with a knowing smirk before walking away.

You watched in confusion, “What was that about?”

“Don’t worry about it, you know how Felix can be.” Bam joked, smiling and secretly checking you out. “Where have you been?”

You scoffed, jokingly glaring. “As if you even knew I wasn’t out here. You’re always running between conversations.” He frowned slightly at your statement, but you took a sip of your drink at the same time and didn’t notice.

🎃

You had somehow gotten roped into a debate over the correct way to eat an Oreo. Werewolf-Yeonjun was arguing that biting into the sandwich cookie was perfectly normal, but Medusa-Soobin and his statue-girlfriend were on the side of pulling it apart. You didn’t really have an opinion either way but took to arguing Yeonjun’s side with him just for the sake of fairness.

You were in the middle of nodding along to Yeonjun’s point when suddenly you were being dragged away by your wrist. You were about to protest and snap when you realized it was just your roommate.

“We need to take pictures.” He stated, bringing you along to a moody lit corner. Mark’s sheet lay discarded at his feet and he was holding up BamBam’s phone, ready to take pictures.

You and BamBam took several in-character pictures, and when he started looking through them over Mark’s shoulder, you moved to leave. Bam grabbed you and brought you back over, though, before you got too far.

“Just a few more.” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against him. You looked over your shoulder at him confused, but he only tilted his head and smirked. The flash of the camera went off and then Bam leaned in, kissing you passionately. The angle was a bit awkward, but you were happy enough to deal with it.

The camera flashed several more times before BamBam released his lips from yours and smiled down at you.

“Happy Halloween.”

“Best Halloween party ever.”

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Halloween Hanok: Part 2 of 2

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Word Count: 8,395

Concept: It’s your birthday and you and Jeongguk have rented a traditional hanok to celebrate Halloween with the guys. Only something isn’t quite right…

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Warning: Mild Halloween themes (ghosts etc). This won’t make sense unless you read Part One first...Link here

PART TWO

Yoongi has split you all into two teams, trying to keep the scaredy-cat versus fearless ratio even across the teams. You've also all made sure, when you were setting up, that nobody knew all the tricks and surprises. So you end up on a team with Hobi, Jimin and Bambam all looking around fearfully, while Jeongguk, Jaebeom, Jinyoung and Yugyeom gleefully prepare themselves for battle.

You’re psyching yourself up to set out for the first checkpoint with your hand safely enveloped in Jeongguk's tattooed one when you nearly jump out of your skin at the soft noise of a throat being cleared to your right.

"Argh! Hobi!!" you panic, smacking him a little harder than you'd intended. He squeals in response.

"Hey! Don't attack me! I'm on your team!" he protests. 

"Mianhae! But don't sneak up on me like that next time. What is it?"

"Isn't that a little…?" he gestures at yours and Jeongguk's entwined fingers. Jeongguk just smirks and wraps his other arm around you possessively.

"A little what?" you pout, knowing what Hobi is getting at. And that he's right.

"This isn't an excuse for one of your trysts. We're supposed to get scared. That was your idea," he objects, spelling it out so even Jeongguk has to concede defeat.

"Come on!" Hobi pulls gently at your arm. "I'll be your first partner. JK will be fine finding one of the others." You grin wryly at Hobi and nod, leaning up to give your sulky Kookie a soft kiss before gesturing to J-Hope to lead the way.

"Besides," Hobi goads you as you venture into the first part of the maze together, "don't you want JK to be your final partner?"

"Shut up Hoseok," you whisper, your voice shaking with a mix of laughter and fear. You and Hobi somehow make it through the first set of obstacles, though you both give the staff members, who you guys hired to do the scaring, the time of their lives as you scream, jump and squeal at every manufactured scare. Hobi spots the first checkpoint flag - red to stand out in the spotlight beams against the hedge maze. He shoots you a grin and grabs your hand to pull you along the corridor you’re both currently wavering in. You probably should have realized it wouldn’t be this easy...Just as you round the final corner, you’re confronted by a cloaked figure with his face hidden below a black hat. He has his hand casually placed on the hilt of a ceremonial-looking sword as he lifts his head slightly to observe your approach.

Hobi strangles a whimper: “Jeoseung saja,” he hisses at your ear. You murmur in acknowledgement: “Namjoon’s idea I bet,” you concur. “Do you think we’re meant to outsmart him to clear the first checkpoint?”

“I guess so…” Hobi nods at you decisively. You both seem to gain courage now that you have a plan of action. The jeoseung saja continues to watch you impassively. “Oranges…” mumbles Hobi urgently. “That’s why there were oranges back by the gaekgwi!” 

“Eep do we really have to go back there?” you grimace. “They were so creepy! Okay, okay. Let’s just get it over with quickly! Why on earth did I come up with this haunted hanok plan?” you giggle nervously as you and Hobi back away from the jeoseung saja and head back to the creepy clearing, trying to avoid the notice of the drifting gaekgwi who take great delight in freaking you both out. You manage to collect an armful of oranges from the clearing before bolting back to the checkpoint to confront the jeoseong saja.

Hobi’s theory is bang on and you carefully round the final corner together to collect your first coloured token and join the others at the checkpoint. Only Jimin and Jeongguk are still missing from your team by the time you arrive, but Jeongguk tumbles in after a moment, with Jimin timidly bringing up the rear. You all help yourselves to the refreshments laid out on a trestle table until you hear a crackling noise break through the air.

"Phase one ends" announces Yoongi's voice over the loudspeaker. "All players please separate and find their next partner." Jeongguk shoots you a mischievous wink as he collects Yugyeom and slips off. You feel a cautious tug at your sleeve. Swishing your costume-tails out of the way, you turn to see a nervous-looking Bambam, sporting expertly-applied and ghastly Chelsea grin makeup, loitering at your side. 

“May I come with you, noona?” he murmurs. “Gyeom went with JK this time,” he adds anxiously, by way of explanation. You smile at him gently, hoping you don’t look as terrified as you feel, as you notice another gwisin drift by the entrance to the clearing. 

“Of course,” you tell him. “But be warned, I’m a complete scaredy-cat!” He giggles. 

“You’re not the only one!” he grins, taking your hand to pull you into the maze. “Those gaekgwi totally freaked me out. Gyeom had to collect all our oranges.” He looks a little guilty, shuffling his feet as he looks at the ground. “I think he was a little annoyed at me, cos if I hadn’t messed around we might have got there first,” he murmurs. 

“I’m sure he’s not annoyed at you,” you reassure him. “Anyway, you couldn’t know how soon the others had gotten there before you.” He smiles at you shyly. ‘Pity he’s so cute’, you think to yourself. You can’t say pity you’re taken because being with JK is nothing short of a dream come true. “Let’s go!” you say out loud, marching off to hide how flustered he’s making you. He follows you, looking around nervously for the next scare. The next branch you take ends at the lake so you turn back to tell Bambam that you guys need to choose a different route, but he’s looking past you with his eyes wide. Uh-oh.

“I don’t want to turn around right now, do I?” you hiss through gritted teeth. He shakes his head frantically, gesturing at you to come to him. “Mul gwisin” he squeaks, in a strangled voice. You scurry back to the relative safety of the hedge maze and he pulls you into the next of the four passages, breathing fast.

“Bam wait!” you realize, pulling back. “What if we were meant to check around there for a clue? Or what if that was the right way? I think I noticed a ferry thing.” He is already shaking his head violently again, as if to ward off the entire concept. You go to smile in amusement, and tell him you can go look while he waits there, but then you notice the tears glittering in his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong Kunpimook?” you murmur, unthinkingly drawing him into your arms to hold him. He clings to you fiercely, burying his face in your neck. You can feel the telltale shudder and the warm wetness on your skin. Why is he crying? You don’t dare ask, so you just hold him until he’s done and then release him with a gentle pat on his arm. 

“Sorry, sorry!” he mumbles, swiping at his eyes with the rather dramatic sleeve of his costume. “Did you want to...I mean do you mind if you just check that we don’t have to go that way?” he begs. “I’ll come down there if I have to, don’t worry!”

“Sure,” you agree. “Just wait here a minute okay?”

“It’s not cos I’m scared!” he blurts out. “I mean...it’s not just cos I’m scared,” he amends, biting his plump bottom lip and nodding for emphasis.

“Yeah, I kinda got that,” you smile, trying to raise his spirits a little.

Thank God, the lake seems to be just a diversion tactic, as you examine the abandoned ferry and come across Hobi and Jinyoung as well as Namjoon and Jackson, all of whom have also come over to check they’re not missing a clue. You avoid giving any ammunition to Joonie and Jackson, but exchange ‘intel’ with Hobi and Jinyoung before returning to the maze, trying to avoid the jump scare from the mul gwisin that had so unsettled poor Bambam behind your back.

He seems to have recovered himself by the time you return and is just turning about on his heel, timidly poking the bushes closest to him and jumping at every crack of a twig. Needless to say he jumps out of his skin when you call his name, trying to keep your voice down.

“All clear!” you tell him, with a smile. “And I ran into Jinyoung and Hobi as well. Hobi told us to avoid the third path. So we’ve got a 50/50 chance of guessing right!”

There’s a few dokkaebi down your chosen passage, but they’re really more mischievous than scary, so you get to the second checkpoint relatively unscathed and only the third pair to arrive. You collect drinks for the both of you, shoot the others an apologetic look and ask Bambam if he needs to talk about what happened earlier. He shrugs and says he’s fine, but wilts under your skeptical gaze. 

"Can we just leave it for now?" he murmurs. You hesitate, then nod reluctantly, aware it's not exactly an ideal confessional scenario.

You’re chatting happily to him when you feel arms wrap around you from behind but you don’t flinch when you feel lips on your neck, because you can smell Jeongguk’s cologne. Speaking of non-ideal scenarios.

"Can I cut in?" he teases.

"I mean it was you who stole Bam's dance partner in the first place," you tease back, cuddling into him. 

"Not true. He ran away with me," he shoots back, nuzzling into your neck again. Bambam rolls his eyes and snorts in amusement but you see a flash of pain cross his face, making you wish you'd pressed him a little harder to confide in you. As it is, he just gives you and Kook a brief farewell wave and wanders over to Jinyoung, who has only recently arrived with Hobi.

"Phase two ends." Yoongi's voice rings out over the loudspeaker. "Please choose your final partner and proceed to the finish line where we will reconvene."

Jungkook doesn't need telling twice. Grabbing your right hand with his left, he practically drags you into the maze entrance, apparently raring to face whatever spectres the staff are masquerading as this time. You’re trotting to keep up with him, so you’re a little surprised when he instead guides you into a secluded covert, shoos away the menacing gwisin guarding the area and starts kissing you heatedly. You’re too taken aback to respond to his kisses at first, and he notices.

“Come on, jagi,” he cajoles you. “They’re all busy. And scared."

“Mmm...stop it Kookie,” you breathe, as his hands edge greedily up your dress from where they’re resting on your hips. “Yoongi’s watching the cameras. He’ll catch usOH! Oh my God,” you break off as he dips his head and buries his warm lips in your slightly-chilled-from-the-cool- evening-air decolletage. Your hands move automatically to cradle his head and tangle themselves in his dishevelled locks.

"The game Kookie," you protest weakly. "Can't we at least try to win?" His lips hum on your chest as his hands pull at the front of your dress where it sits tightly but precariously across the top of your breasts.

"Who says we won't win?" he murmurs, hands now kneading your breasts impatiently as he realizes he won’t get in that way. He trails his tongue lazily over the curve of your cleavage before attacking your neck again.

"Haven't you heard of the tortoise and the hare?" you try, attempting to force his head away from your chest. This makes him pause. He looks up at you, eyes wide and head cocked to the side, cute.

"Isn't a hare a type of bunny?" he checks. You allow that it is. "But the bunny in the story gets too cocky. That's the whole point," you tell him. "So maybe you should...stop?" He raises his eyebrows, deliberately letting a smirk overtake his lips.

"Make me," he purrs, kissing you messily as his hands drop to your waist and he paws at the skirt of your dress instead, pushing the material out of his way. Sighing in defeat you employ your fingers in unclasping his belt, returning his kisses with increasing passion.

"Mmmph...oh ssib...jebal, noona~ Na nomu heungbunhaesseo! [Fff...please noona - I’m too turned on]" he moans softly as you palm his erection over his pants. But when you slip your fingers inside his waistband to stroke the tip of his cock, feverishly deepening your kiss, he panics, pulling back hurriedly and gasping his objection: “Mph-mm…jaji kkeut manjijima - ssallyeogo geurae! [Don’t touch my cock. I’m going to cum]”

“Wow, already?!” you tease him. “You’d honestly think I’d been starving you!” You do as he asks though, instead raising your hands back up to gently brush his bangs away from his face. He recovers himself after a moment, sliding his hand up your thigh and hooking his fingers into the leg-opening of your knickers as his tongue curls slyly around your earlobe.

“Na neo boji meogeo shipeo, [I want to eat your pussy]” he growls into your ear, making you blush hotly. You gasp as you feel his fingers edge past the lacy barrier towards their goal.

“Hajima, Jeongguk,” you beg faintly, yelping as he starts to fingerbang you under cover of your entwined bodies and the slit skirt of your dress.

"Just a reminder boys and girls," comes Yoongi's voice floating disembodied over the garden. "The only x-rated content I agreed to witness tonight was the supernatural variety!" Jungkook lets out an aggrieved, needy groan, swears under his breath and tears himself away from you reluctantly, trying to avoid eye contact as he refastens his belt. You resist the urge to give him any 'told you so' vibes, readjust your costume, then take his warm hand in yours and lead him back into the maze.

“Aish-shibal, I’m still really hard. This is so fucking uncomfortable,” bitches your gorgeous boy, thoroughly frustrated as he follows you obediently through the twists and turns, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth. You try not to laugh at him, whilst jumping and squealing at the ghostly scares, until you inevitably tap into his protective instincts and he recovers himself to heroically guide you through a couple of creepy setpieces and a pretty garden hung with silver lanterns but haunted by more eerie gwisin, these ones with hollowed-out eyes.

It’s not long after this that you nudge Jeongguk to point out the final checkpoint flag. But instead of the sassy response you’re expecting from him at the potential of winning the game, he instead freezes, pulling you away from the next passage. You turn to ask him what’s happened but he shakes his head, mute, pulling you close to him and shielding your face against his chest.

“Dalgyal gwisin,” he murmurs into your hair.

“There wouldn’t be…” you protest. “Nobody would risk one of us panicking.”

“I know…” he whispers. “I don’t think it’s staff.”

“You mean…?” you hesitate. “You didn’t see it...properly....did you? Babie?” Your voice cracks in fear and distress.

“I don’t think so...I mean...I’m still here aren’t I?” he reassures you, finally raising your head to press his warm lips against yours.

“Saranghae,” you move your lips against his.

“Love you too,” he smiles down at you, his eyes sparkling. “C’mon, let’s go quick quick!”

“Shouldn’t we warn the others?” you squeak, still shaking from the fright of what he almost saw in the darkness. He shakes his head ruefully.

“I mean for one thing, how would we, while the game is on? They’ll just assume we’re trying to haze them. And anyway, I haven’t heard anyone else come this way,” he points out. “Besides if they had…” he leaves the thought unfinished, making you shudder, even though it’s no longer cold. Jeongguk stops as you round the corner together, making you scream as you bump into him. He laughs gently, so at least you know you’re back in the realm of the manufactured ghosts this time. You peek your head around him to check out what you’re up against this time. Ah...Cheonyeo gwisin...somebody has a romantic streak combined with a mischievous streak then. You close your eyes in exasperation.

“Yugyeom? Or did you happen to give him some ideas?” you goad your boyfriend. He raises one of his eyebrows - a trick he knows drives you wild in both senses of the word and digs his tongue into his cheek. You sigh, attempting to look disapproving as you swallow a laugh. “So let me guess…” you try, as he continues to watch you with a cheeky smile playing about his lips. “Somebody male has to offer this gwisin one of those roses from the silver garden?” He shrugs, raises both his eyebrows this time, avoids eye contact and fiddles with one of your costume tails. You pull the tail out of his grasp and give him a look. 

“Off you go then. Hussy…” you tease him. He opens his mouth to object but then realises the futility of trying to convince you he had nothing to do with this and slinks back to grab a rose. He returns with two beautiful red ones, one of which he places behind his back, before tickling your nose with the other. You accept it with an arch smile.

“Anyway, as if I didn’t catch you flirting with Bambam earlier,” he provokes you. You sigh.

“I really wasn’t - he was upset about something he saw back there. And as if I’d do anything when I have you. Besides, you clearly came up with this stunt way before that particular incident,” you point out. “So, what if I did?” he admits, winking at you, then trots over to the very pretty staff member floating by the checkpoint entrance to present her with his second rose. She shoots a guilty look at you, but you smile at her and shake your head, letting her know it’s fine. He flirts with her a little, pushing his luck, but she just grabs the proffered rose from his hand, slaps his wrist gently and then waits for you to join them. 

When you get over there, he lowers his lashes and looks up at you through them, gives you one of his cute bunny smiles, then takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. The staff gwisin taps your shoulder, after ushering him through to the enclosed final garden and you turn back to her, your hand still in Jeongguk’s tattooed one.

“Mianhaeyo,” she murmurs to you, her head lowered. “You know, we can all see that he’s grown up so handsome, but it doesn’t matter how many people think that because the thing is - the way he looks at you...well...you can tell he’s very much in love. You’re so lucky, onnie!” You bow your head and whisper an acknowledgment, blushing yourself, before following him into the garden. You note that you and Jeongguk have arrived somewhere in the middle but you notice Jaebeom and Jinyoung are already chatting with Yoongi so fingers crossed they got here before Namjoon and Cass who are helping themselves to drinks. 

Jeongguk, who unsurprisingly seems way more tired than you are, quickly finds a seat and pulls you into his lap where you’re happy to cuddle with him until the others arrive exhibiting varying signals of glee or relief. You’re slightly amused when your honey makes no attempt to stifle a yawn, prompting a newly-arrived Jimin to insert a finger peremptorily into the ensuing void. Jeongguk doesn’t miss a beat, immediately clamping his teeth together and ensnaring Jimin’s finger with a wicked little smile. JK laughs without releasing the trapped digit as Jimin’s expression turns swiftly to mild alarm. 

“JK! Hajima!” Jimin begs, trying to pull his finger loose and looking to you for assistance. Snorting with amusement, you ignore them both and hop up to talk to Yoongi about the results. He won’t be drawn, however, instead insisting you all be seated (“in separate chairs” he warns you and Kook as well as Cass and Mark who are also looking cozy) for his commentary. You all do as you’re asked and await the point-breakdown. He lists the ghosts, the tasks, and how many points each team won for speed and accuracy, but there is, disturbingly, no mention of the dalgyal gwisin of which Jeongguk caught a glimpse, nor of the mul gwisin that frightened Bam. Yet when you recall that you didn’t actually see either of the purported ghouls, you have to wonder if those boys were just trying to mess with you. Then again, their responses didn’t seem staged.

Yoongi also sardonically needles you that he should knock points off for ‘not being on task’, glaring pointedly at Jeongguk, who just shrugs where he’s sprawled back in his chair, giving Yoongi a defiantly amused look, then winks and scrunches his lips. Yugyeom, however, yells in protest and pelts his friend with some of the hard candies he’s gathered for a treat.

“Ya - penalty!” he demands.

“Ma! We’re on the same team! Anyway, you don’t even know what happened so how do you know it was me that was off-task?” Jeongguk objects, firing up. “It could have been you!”

“He looked at you when he said it,” Yugyeom points out, giggling nervously. “What did you do?” he continues, obviously curious. Jeongguk just smirks and returns his attention to Yoongi, who snorts and announces that Namjoon’s team have won to a chorus of loud cheers and equally loud objections.

“What did he do?” Yugyeom prompts you, once the snack-prizes are dispensed and you’re all headed back up to the hanok for cake.

“What? Who?” you ask, still looking around nervously for the dalgyal gwisin which, unlike the mul gwisin, could be anywhere. Yugyeom assumes you’re just being coy and nudges you with his elbow.

“JK! What did he do to make Yoongi want to knock off some of our points?”

“Oh right,” you laugh briefly. “Just the usual,” you tell him.

“You had sex in there? How did you squeeze that in?!” he demands incredulously.

“What? No! I mean...not for lack of trying on his part,” you admit. “But no, we just...made out a bit. Then Yoongi yelled at us and we stopped.”

“Ew what? But he was sick before,” he objects, wrinkling his nose in disgust. You roll your eyes and laugh again.

“That was ages ago. Besides, he cleaned his teeth and all that before he even came back downstairs,” you defend yourself. “Yugyeom...Did you see anything...weird...when we were in the maze?” You change the subject, hurriedly. He looks a little taken aback, but he seems to pick up on the seriousness of your question from your urgent tone.

“N...no? Weird how?” he checks.

“Erm...never mind,” you mumble, worried you’ll sound crazy, especially not having seen anything yourself. Even if you believe the boys’ responses were genuine, you can imagine what Yugyeom will think if you tell him.

“Ani, tell me, noona!” he insists, shaking your arm to encourage you.

“Hitting on my girl, ‘Gyeom?” comes Jeongguk’s teasing voice behind you as you feel his athletic, dancer’s arms wrap tightly around your waist again.

“Pabo,” Yugyeom snorts, rolling his eyes. “She was asking me if I saw anything weird in the maze, but now she won’t explain.”

“Oh yeah. I thought I saw a dalgyal gwisin in there,” Jeongguk explains matter-of-factly, hands rubbing your waist comfortingly before straying down onto your hips. You make a strangled noise. Yugyeom looks sceptical.

“Are you just messing with her?” he asks disapprovingly. Jeongguk shakes his head, eyes innocently-wide.

“Not at all. I thought it was part of the game at first. I mean I didn’t see it properly. Obviously,” he clarifies. But I got a glimpse and realized it had...you know…” he gestures at his own face with one hand.

“No face,” Yugyeom finishes for him. He shudders and swears softly.

“And the mul gwisin,” you squeak. Jeongguk looks at you, surprised.

“You didn’t tell me…” he starts.

“BamBam saw it down by the lake,” you clarify. “I was gonna tell you, but it...slipped my mind,” you mumble. Yugyeom snorts, reading between the lines.

“See, if you listen to your girlfriend occasionally, instead of just trying to get in her pants all the time,” he begins lecturing his friend.

“Then she won’t eat my heart to become fully human, right?” JK jokes, pulling one of your costume tails playfully. 

“I still might. You should watch out for yourself, Jeongguk-ah,” you tease him, pouting for a kiss, which he delivers, complete with an insistent tug of his teeth on your bottom lip. Yugyeom makes a gagging noise, making you laugh and stop kissing Jeongguk. “We need to find Yugyeom a girl,” you joke. “He keeps objecting to PDAs but I think he secretly enjoys them.”

“Hey, gojinmajima, noona~!” the taller boy whines.

“Nah, you’re right, noona: he loves it, he’s just jealous,” comes BamBam’s voice from behind you, sounding much more cheerful and relaxed than he did earlier. “It’s okay ‘Gyeom, I’d date you,” he teases. “Cos you’re so trusting that I could cheat on you and you wouldn’t even notice.” Yugyeom sulks good-naturedly, but apparently the addendum is lost on him.

“See? I can date Bam,” he tells you and Jeongguk. BamBam looks at him incredulously.

“I literally just admitted that I’d cheat on you,” he clarifies. Yugyeom looks nonplussed, so BamBam shrugs, amused. “Okay, so I guess we’re married now. Do you want a boy or a girl?’ he asks indulgently.

“But you don’t want kids,” Yugyeom points out, puzzled.

“And that’s what got your attention?” BamBam giggles, shaking his head bemusedly.

The chimes of midnight have rung by the time you all pile into the eerily-deserted hanok.

“Hey, who turned out the lights?!” complains Jackson, provoking a fearful whimper from Hobi in response.

“Nobody,” you murmur, not a little spooked yourself. Namjoon finds his way to the overhead lights and flicks them on.

“Oh come on! Where’s the atmosphere now?” jokes Mark, making Cass giggle nervously. “Put the lanterns back on and we can tell ghost stories while we drink,” he suggests. Joon shrugs and sets out to light the lanterns as you all settle yourselves in a loose circle on the floor, after helping yourselves to the various drinks left over from earlier.

“Hey, wait. Cake?” you remember.

“Cakes plural,” Jin corrects you.

“Oh wow, really?” you ask him, surprised.

“Yep. Chocolate for the normal people and mint chocolate for the heathens,” he explains.

“Are you calling the birthday girl a heathen?” you challenge him, with a grin. Jin smiles back and nods, unrepentant.

“Yet I still wasted some of the chocolate batter on mint just for you and your heathen namchin,” he tells you, causing Jeongguk to look over at him, curious.

“I mean I’ll have mint-chocolate,” Hobi affirms. Jaebeom and BamBam indicate that they too are happy to indulge, earning looks of disgust from Cassandra and a just-returned Namjoon. Jin wanders over to collect the cakes, and returns to set the (presumably mint-flavoured) candle-and-sparkler-festooned one in front of you. He then hands Jeongguk a box of matches and sets the other cake, already-sliced next to the birthday cake.

“Are you sure that’s…”Joon questions Jin, with a glance in Jeongguk’s direction.

“Mwo? An chwihaesseo~! [I’m not drunk!]” Jeongguk yells at those of you watching him nervously.

“We know babe," you humour him. "But jebal...josimhaseyo… [Please...be careful]” you plead, wavering between amusement and concern for his well-being as he burns his finger on a lit match, letting out first a yelp and then a loud hiss, as he shakes his hand to mitigate the sting. He perseveres though and soon the cake is a riot of crackling sparklers and brightly-glaring candle-flames, which you are encouraged to blow out and make a wish. You step over, feeling one of Jeongguk’s arms slip habitually around your waist as his other reaches for his newly-opened soju bottle.

“Wish for an orgasm,” he purrs into your ear, too low for anyone else to hear. He moves his head back and takes a swig of his drink. “I’ll make sure your wish comes true,” he assures you, in a more conversational tone.

“It won’t work if she tells you what she wishes for,” Yugyeom points out stubbornly. Jeongguk raises his eyebrows at his friend and shrugs with a mischievous little smile.

“I’ll guess,” he tells him. Moving away from Jeongguk’s embrace, but taking his hand in yours, you lean over and inhale. You muse over your wish in your mind, knowing full-well that it’s just a superstition, but unsure, as always, if you should wish what you really want ‘just in case’. When you feel Jeongguk’s fingers entwine themselves with yours again, followed by that cute little squeeze he gives you when he wants you to look at him, your mind is made up. Superstition or not, you turn to look into his eyes as you silently make your wish.

Wandering back into your bedroom once everyone has drifted off to bed or holed up on the couch for scary movies, you notice Jeongguk, his hair now pulled back into a high half-ponytail and wearing a black silk kimono-style dressing gown, looking over at the window, a look of concentration on his face. Hoping you’re not expecting another supernatural visitor, you turn to close the door and then focus your attention on your lovely boyfriend. He doesn’t look worried, but that doesn’t necessarily make you feel any less nervous, as he’s infallibly brave about such things. He turns his head back to you and points at the window.

“There’s a spider here,” he informs you in Korean, waving his finger so that you’ll know where to look. Remembering his aversion to bugs, you understand why he hasn’t gone closer. He drops his finger as you move over to him to look as well. “It’s hanging here,” he tells you, his tone interested, but still respectful, and you notice he's careful to keep his distance. The spider jumps with its web trailing.

“Oh, it’s Spiderman,” Jeongguk narrates. “It’s falling. It’s dangling from its web.” He imitates the sound of Spiderman’s web-jets with his mouth and then sings “Spiderman, Spiderman” softly to himself, amused. “Oh! It suddenly stopped moving!” he updates you, as you wrap your arms around him and rest your chin on his shoulder. He strokes your arms, but leans forward to blow at the hapless spider. “Wow, spiderwebs must be really light!” he observes, intrigued. Gesturing with his finger again, he shows you what’s happening: “It seems to be hanging on right here, like this. See? Right?” He turns to make sure you’re watching as he demonstrates. “It’s…You know?” He thinks, still watching the spider, and then changes tack: 

“Did you know spiders can fly?” he tells you. “When they’re moving.” He looks at you again, anxious to get his point across, and when you nod, showing him you understand his Korean, he returns to his explanation. “They climb up high. Ready about this much spider-web [he demonstrates with his fingers pinched together] and then fall.” He shows you, with his hands how the procedure works. “That allows them to glide.” Again he gestures to show you the spider movements, to which you nod, encouraging him. He leans further towards the spider, getting braver as he blows it a couple more times. He points at the skein of webbing. “They pull out this much spider-web out of that tiny body…" He blows again, making the spider glide as he described. Fascinated and gratified, he points out its trajectory to you. “They fly pretty well,” he tells you, sounding satisfied. You smile at him sleepily, enchanted by his enthusiasm. 

“I dreamed I was being chased by a spider,” he muses. “The spider kept spitting its web at me [he shows you with his hand] It was a ginormous spider. I was running away. I don’t know how I did it. [demonstrating with his hands again] but I kept knocking it away.” He looks mischievous, but proud of himself and you laugh softly. Just then, there is a soft knock at the door and you step away to open it and let Namjoon inside. 

“That’s right. What he’s saying is right,” Namjoon reads the room and decides to play along, encouraging his maknae. “I also had the same thought.” Jeongguk laughs, taken aback. 

“What?" he turns to Namjoon with a cute grin. 

“I’ve had that thought for a long time,” Joon continues, naturally. Jeongguk laughs nervously, unsure if he’s being teased, or is about to get in trouble. “I really…” he laughs.

“I’m proud,” Namjoon reassures him unnecessarily, patting the younger boy’s shoulder and making Jeongguk giggle. “Thanks, kid,” he tells him, looking at you. Jeongguk is thrown completely, but amused. “Hey, I…” he starts.

“I wanted to tell you that you’ve worked hard,” Namjoon tells him warmly, obviously meaning the words, even though he’s teasing with the situation. Jeongguk returns the friendly gesture, putting his hand on the older boy’s shoulder.

“I was talking about a spider appearing in my dreams,” he explains, laughing at his hyung's misinterpretation of the situation.

“I’m really proud of the spider,” Namjoon agrees, modifying his approach, without skipping a beat. Jeongguk is amused but confused, allowing Namjoon to come and join you both in observing the spider. “In order to conceive life, it must have worked so hard for a long time,” he adds, coming right up to the spider to look closely. Jeongguk stands safely back, but repeats what he was telling you: “I can’t believe this much web can come out of such a small body.” He gestures again at the long skein of spider web. Namjoon nods in agreement.

“No wonder they made Spiderman,” he comments.

“Look,” Jeongguk tells him, blowing at the spider again.

“Wow! So cruel, so cruel,” Namjoon teases him. Jeongguk looks troubled. “No, spiders use the wind to move around,” he defends his actions, turning his doe-eyes on Namjoon. “Should we give it something to eat?” he wonders, moving back over to the spider to converse with it. “I don’t think we have anything you could eat,” he tells the spider, apologetically. Another soft gust of his breath. “Look, it’s so cool,” he tells you and Namjoon, in awe. “This is…It eats its own web to get nutrients, and it then creates more web from that.” He points and then blows once more, his pretty pout sending the spider on one last swinging journey. “Ah!” Jeongguk is satisfied, and turns back to the two of you watching him. “Be happy, spider,” he finishes. Namjoon smiles indulgently and wishes you both goodnight. You thank him quietly, knowing he probably ducked in to make sure you guys were okay and that Jeongguk had sobered up enough to sleep safely.

“Bedtime, spider-man,” you tease your beloved boy, kissing him softly on the mouth. He smiles against your lips and deepens the kiss.

"Mmmm…" he sighs, contendedly, resting his head on your shoulder. "Ready for me to grant your birthday wish?"

"You don't know what it was…" you tease him. He just smiles and takes your hand to lead you to the bed. 

"As if you didn't wish for me," he purrs.

"Oh?" You pull back from him to fix him with a fake-stern look. "Don't I already have you then?" you ask. His eyes widen, caught out. 

"Y…ye…hey! Noona~~ Don't be silly! You know what I mean!" he pouts. "As if you didn't wish for me lying in your bed, begging you for it," he amends mischievously.

"Maybe I did.  Maybe I didn't," you provoke him. "But even if I didn't, I would still love that, jagiya," you reassure him, kissing him again as he undoes his robe and lets it fall to the floor, leaving him naked in front of you. You pull him under the covers with you, still in your costume. He loosens his hair from its band, closes his eyes and exhales softly, as you gently brush his hair away from his face, where it has fallen. 

"How do you want me?" he breathes, eyes still closed and lips parted just so. 

"Like the King you are," you tell him. "Take me. Make me know I'm your property."

He smirks, summoning his inner international playboy.

"Algeseoyo," he hums, bringing his lips close to your ear so you can feel the tickle of his warm breath. His hands stroke your sides as he starts to kitten-lick your neck, but it's not long before you feel the nip of his teeth and the suction from his lips as those licks turn into savage little love-bites. 

"Ow! Gentle, baby!" you beg. He responds by biting even harder, and it crosses your mind to wonder if he's angry or hurt about the BamBam thing or just taking his role-play a little too seriously. You tangle your hands in his hair and try to guide him away from your neck but he just bites your chest instead, marking you with his teeth until it stings and feels tender. 

"JayKay?" you whisper. "You're hurting me."

"Love hurts," he tells you, through gritted teeth, his fingers pressing your skin until you can feel the burn. Another stinging bite purple on your white flesh.

"You're mine. And only mine. Never forget it. Even for a second."

"I don't, my love. I never have. I never will!" you reassure him, shocked at the pain in his voice. And there you’d been thinking it was only you who felt jealous of him! You feel him relax against you, resist the temptation to cradle him as you sense he doesn't want to be babied right now, and let him bite you once more, marking you in his purple bruises.

When he's done, he runs his hands over your body, taking a measurement of his property, then pulls impatiently at your over-tight dress. Not being able to shift it, he leans across to the bedside table and pulls open the bottom drawer.  

You suppress a gasp when you see the moonlight glint off metal and realize what he's holding: a beautiful but lethally-sharp knife which he aims straight at your heart. 

Watching him, wide-eyed, you don't move a muscle as he brings the blade down to your waist, brushes your skirts aside and wiggles it under your waistline. 

"Jagiya?" you plead softly. He closes his eyes,  lets his breath out slowly…and cuts up through the material of your dress, slicing it into two jagged halves. Scared as you are, you lean up to kiss him softly on the lips and, as you do so, you feel a shiver run through him, before he lets out a sort of keening whine from the back of his throat and collapses on the bed next to you, his eyes rolled back into his head. You scream - you can’t help it, seeing him insensible like that. But then you feel the air tremble and catch a glimpse of something moving in the corner of your eye - where the door to the ensuite is located. Instinctively, you turn your head, just in time to see the ghostly figure of a young woman drift past the doorway, shoot you a hateful look and then glide through the far wall. 

Cheuksin. You’re guessing also not one of the staff. Closing your eyes to try and regain your composure, you stroke Jeongguk’s hair gently away from his face and kiss his forehead.

“Jagi?” you try, timidly. His eyes flutter properly closed and then open again and he smiles up at you innocently.

“Mm-hm?” he hums, with a sleepy, seductive smile followed by a cute yawn. “Mianhae, jagiya. I think I fell asleep,” he murmurs. His eyes drift to the destroyed bodice of your dress and you see the fire spark in them as he tries to work out who or what he needs to kill for attacking you.

“What…?” he starts, taking in the knife and trying to piece together what happened. “What happened? Who…?” You wave him off, starting to giggle nervously now that you realize what’s happening.

“Kookie? Did you happen to check the local legends for this place before we booked it?” you ask him, leaning in to give him an eskimo kiss. “Cos I think we may have overlooked the vengeful spirits and random possessions element.” Jeongguk gives you a slightly-scornful look. 

“C’mon jagi. You know I don’t believe in that stuff,” he scoffs. You nod indulgently but turn your head, deliberately letting your gaze fall on the knife he discarded. He looks a tad uneasy.

“Are you…I mean are you…okay?” he checks, clearing his throat.

“I’m okay,” you reassure him. “I have you to protect me. Now how about you finish what you started?” you suggest, drawing him over to you by the hand and letting him slink his arm around your waist and sit you in his lap. He raises his eyebrows questioningly. “You were showing me whose property I was,” you remind him.

“I was?” he smirks.

“You were,” you reiterate, giving him permission. 

“And whose property are you?” he muses, teasing you. 

“The king’s,” you tell him, pressing your lips to his and teasing his mouth open with your tongue. He shifts you from his lap and lays you on the bed, stroking his hands up your sides so that his lovely fingers can deftly remove the remnants of your costume. 

“That’s right,” he agrees with a smirk, lowering his head to attach his lips to yours. This time his kisses are hot as fire and you feel your body ignite under his touch.

“Mmmm…” you sigh, tangling your hands in his hair as his kisses drop below your jawline. He shifts himself so that he’s resting between your legs and you feel the tingling race up and down your legs in anticipation of what’s yet to come. He shifts again, deliberately grazing your inner thighs with his toned outer thighs and rocking his hips hard against yours until your body is screaming for his. Sometimes you can forget that you’re dating a dancer when he’s goofing around or playing, but Jeongguk seems to go out of his way to make sure you never forget his assets nor his dancing prowess for very long. Another thrust, sloppier than the last one, but you get why when you feel his erection twitch against your skin. He bites his full bottom lip, trying to will himself back one level of horniness, but you kind of love that you’re having this effect on him, so you thrust your own hips up to meet his, making him gasp and then clench his teeth, his breath hissing through the gap.

“Hajima, jagi,” he reprimands you, voice trembling a little, though he tries to make his tone stern.

“Don’t what, baby boy?” you ask him faux-innocently, thrusting your hips against his again. He laughs, dropping the act.

“C’mon, babe,” he complains. “I still owe you one, remember?  At least give me a chance to repay my orgasm-debt.” You stick your tongue out to flick his, then pull him into another overheated kiss, making him moan into your mouth.

“Go on then,” you breathe, kissing him hard. “I’m not stopping you.” You can feel his fingers press your skin, leaving impressions that you just know from experience are now turning red against your pale skin. His hand goes around your neck, pressing firmly but not enough to choke you.

“I said…hajima!” he growls, a little tiger spicing your kitten now. You surrender, playing along, with your hands up like you’re under arrest.

“Mianhae…” you whisper. His eyes flash and you get another glimpse of his fiery temperament before he grabs your legs and drags them up so that your knees are on his shoulders and your ankles crossed behind his neck. You gasp again - it hurts a little - but in the good way, then he angles himself to thrust his erection deep up inside you.

“Oh, fuck! Oh JK…Ssibal! Oh jagiyaaa!” you plead, matching his hip thrusts with your own as he lowers your legs just enough to give you some control over your own body. He feels amazing and your entire body is fine-tuned from his teasing all day and into the night, but in the end it’s seeing the desire for you in his eyes that brings you undone. 

"Mmmm you feel so good, jagi," you moan, helpless under his spell.  

"How good?" he purrs. You’re taken aback. 

"I…" you hesitate, not sure what he wants to hear. You kiss him while you think, running your hands greedily over his naked body.

"Good enough that you want to marry me good?" he prompts, with a cute, blushing glance down into your eyes. 

"Ye-e-es?" you stammer, unsure where this conversation is actually heading. 

“Yes?” he prompts with a mischievous giggle. “You don’t sound sure.” His hands caress your hips as he starts to thrust into you again, his breath now coming in grunts and gasps. He waits until he feels you start to clench around him and he knows you’re about to finish before he lowers his lips to attach them to your throat and his moans translate themselves into “Marry me, noona,” breathed into your neck. He times it perfectly for his response to be you scream-gasping “Oh! Yes, Kookie! Fuck yeah! Oh God!” 

“Oh really? Good,” he teases, nuzzling your neck before he speeds up his thrusts again to try and finish himself off, now that he’s dispatched his promise.

“Honestly, Jagiya,” you push him away gently, trying to catch your breath as your body is racked with post-orgasmic waves. “I would have said yes anyway, you little idiot,” you laugh. He ignores you, completely distracted by his still-quivering erection. “Here, let me take care of that for you,” you tell him, climbing under him and lowering your head to lap at his cock. “You did too good of a job down there, I don’t think I can take it.” He shifts, with that little grunt that lets you know how pleased he is with his own performance, and you hollow out your cheeks to give him the deluxe treatment. You reach up to put his hands behind your head, indicating that you want him to control you, and he tangles his fingers in your hair, increasing the pressure to guide your rhythm to the speed he needs. It doesn’t take much longer until you taste him on your tongue as he hits his own orgasm.

“Unf…I knew what I was doing,” he claims, flinging himself down on his back next to you with a little sigh of content. “This way nobody will ever get to hear the proposal story cos it’s just too inappropriate.” He laughs, clapping his hands in delight at his own cleverness in creating the ultimate in-joke as the realization dawns on you and you shut your eyes, trying not to laugh at the ridiculous situation he has just put you in.

“Mmm…C’mere,” he mumbles, utterly spent now that he’s finished his little performance. Little does he know he just granted both of your wishes - the one you made in secret as well as the one he decided for you, and it’s hard not to cry with happiness as you nuzzle into him, perfectly content even with all the unquiet spirits that seem to be hemming you all in at this perhaps ill-chosen hanok. His fingers lazily play with your hair, as he kicks one leg over you and cuddles in close, already halfway to dreamland in your arms.

You wake up still tangled together. His sleep-heavy limbs are pinioning you to the bed, but you don’t ever want to leave his embrace, so you’re careful not to dislodge him as you reach for your phone to check the time. It’s late. After eleven. Just as well none of you had to be anywhere today, but it does dawn on you that it’s eerily quiet and you push away the feelings of uneasiness, reasoning to yourself that everyone is probably just asleep and or hungover. You sense JK come to, and nuzzle into your naked shoulder with a little yawn, pushing his hair back with the heel of his hand. “All the nights we were tangled up in your bed…” he sings softly, kissing your shoulder and cuddling you close. He still can’t quite pronounce ‘tangled’ without an effort, you note, smiling at his prettily-accented English. But he knows you love that line and more so when he sings it. 

You drag yourselves out of bed, pull on the beautiful dressing robes you both splashed out on earlier in the weekend, and shuffle out to the main room together to be greeted with the sight of the others all packed and ready to go, looking not a little spooked.

“You really could stop moaning, you two,” Namjoon sighs when he catches sight of you and Jeongguk. “I mean…all night? Really? Where do you find the stamina?” You look at him, genuinely confused.

“No, we slept the whole morning. Like we just woke up now,” you correct him, bemused.

“Then what…?” he trails off, looking from you to a yawning Jeongguk. But then you both hear it as well. A low, desperate moaning, coming from what seems to be the walls of the hanok. Jeongguk’s eyes widen and you all turn towards the source of the sound.

“That’s…just in case it’s not super-clear right now…that’s not us…” you whisper, hoarsely.

“So. Guess we’re all leaving like…immediately?” Jaebeom suggests, trying to keep his tone casual. The words are barely out of his mouth before you’re all making a mad dash for the cars, grabbing your belongings as you go.

Climbing into the passenger seat of Jeongguk’s brand new Mercedes, you give him a look. He just smiles at you impishly and drops his hand onto your leg to give your thigh a squeeze.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he tells you. “They may have mentioned something about this place being haunted when I booked it. But you did say you wanted a proper Halloween Hanok.” Laughing in exasperation, you lean across to kiss him, before he guns the engine out of there.

THE END

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Duty | Prelude: Kyungshi

Group: SuperM

Pairing: ??? x Fem!OC

Word Count: 439

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Secret Agent/Spy AU, Good vs Evil, Colleagues to Lovers, Angst

Content & Trigger Warnings: Agent!Reader, Agent!SuperM, kpop companies as agent companies, mentions of past death, violence, guns, blood, death, murder

Summary: Kyungshi finishes an assignment and receives news that sets everything in motion

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Jun Kyungshi exhaled softly as she tiptoed through the darkened car park, taking care not to trip while still keeping an eye on her target.

The man she followed was 27-year-old Kim Yugyeom, a former JYP agent. Yugyeom, along with the rest of his agent group GOT7, had gone rouge a few months earlier. The seven men had then split up, taking on solo missions as assassins, bounty hunters, and other similar dirty jobs.

Yugyeom's current occupation was that of a "janitor" for a local gang; that is, he cleaned up loose ends by bribing people in power and killing allies who were likely to spill their secrets.

His most recent job had been securing the death of Taeyeon, a solo agent working undercover for SM, the very agency that Kyungshi was under. Kyungshi had been a close friend of the older woman, and was devastated to hear of her death. The Boss had not objected to Kyungshi going after Yugyeom, so there she was.

Yugyeom froze suddenly, and Kyungshi cursed mentally as he began speaking to someone through what was obviously an earpiece. A quick glance at her surroundings showed a single security camera that was fixed on her. Damnit, how could I have been so careless?! She berated herself.

Deciding to act while she still had some element of surprise, she stood to her feet and leapt forward, clearing the large Volvo in front of her in one smooth motion. Out of its holster came her beloved .32 mm Glock, a silencer attached to the barrel. She lined up her shot and fired quickly.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three shots echoed through the silent night air. Yugyeom turned, gazing at Kyungshi in shock, and for a moment she feared that she had missed. But then she saw the rapidly growing patches of crimson that stained his white button-up, and she allowed herself a small smile as the older man crumpled to the ground without a word.

She fired off a fourth shot, destroying the camera that had followed her movements before it could record her face. Then she climbed into her own black BMW and sped away from the scene.

As she drove, she switched on her own earpiece and spoke. "Agent Jun reporting mission accomplished."

The static-laced voice of her friend Selgui responded immediately. "Good work Agent Jun. The Boss has summoned you to headquarters, so you'd best clean up and head straight there."

Kyungshi frowned. Usually the boss only called on agents when something bad happened. "What happened Selgui?"

Selgui's voice was soft and sad as she replied "Hybe has struck again."

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[flurrys-creativity]

Okay so I love this new yugyeom image he looks so hot and just so different and so himself….. so can you do a yugyeom x reader base on his new image pls 🥺 I love your work so much your so good at it thank you for your writing ❤️❤️

Thank you so much! I'm glad you think so! I wasn't exactly sure if I got the right image.. but after a little discussion with the people from @got7writerscollective and a very intriguing picture I came up with this! Hope you like it!!!

Skaterboi

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) x GN!Reader; Genre: Skater AU, Fluff, Strangers to lovers, Humour; Rating: sfw, PG - 13; Warnings: Yugyeom being a tease, skating and not being good at it, some kisses; Wordcount: 988

Summary: A leap of faith brought you together. Or maybe it was your leap of not being able to skate and crashing right into him. Whatever it was you still loved watching him in his element.

“He’s so cool!”

You bit on your lower lip, trying to prevent your proud smile upon hearing the kids gasping in awe.

“When I grow up I wanna be like him!”

“Me too!”

“One day I’ll just be as good, for sure!”

Your eyes wandered from the kids to the man they were admiring, your smile now on full display. It didn’t surprise you that they looked up to him.

You caught his attention, making him smirk mischievously. He did another flip before he almost calmly rolled around the course, only to lift his shirt and wink at you, sticking out his tongue teasingly.

Yugyeom was in his element. Free, wild, stunningly handsome and confident in what he did. Anybody would fall for him. You most certainly did. Quite literally even. Well. Almost.

A year ago you had discovered your old skates again and after trying them on and noticing they still fit you, you felt the incredible urge to try skating again. What could have gone wrong. Skating was like riding a bike, wasn’t it? At least that’s what you thought. But you were incredibly wrong.

The minute you stood up from the bench at the skatepark, you started wobbling around, arms making big circles in hopes to keep you steady. That’s when you started to roll. Panic was written all over your face since you hadn’t intended to leave the bench or anything in general. After all, you wanted to have something like a handrail for support, but now you rolled into open space and had no idea what to do.

At the same time Yugyeom arrived on his board with a few friends, chatting with them while rolling through the park. He didn’t see you but as soon as he heard your panic screech his head whipped around. He didn’t have much time and he moved rather on instinct than knowing what he was doing.

You on the other hand were quite sure that you blacked out, because the next thing you knew, was how you clung to a very tall and very handsome guy for dear life. “I’m so sorry.”

“No worries, you alright?”

You swallowed harshly and avoided looking at him. You desperately wanted to flee the situation but you knew you would make a fool out of yourself the moment you would let go of him.

“First time skating?”

“What? No! I used to skate quite a bit when I was younger!” 

He huffed in amusement, moving one of his hands away from your body. He kicked his board up and caught it in his free hand. “Let me help you, sweetheart.”

If the embarrassment wasn’t enough to heat your face, that little word sure did the trick. Still, you thanked him, telling him where your stuff was.

“Maybe you should start skateboarding instead”, he said, lifting his board to underline his statement. “It’s easier to jump off it when you lose control.”

“I think I should stay away from any of that to be honest.” You still held on to him, basically in tow while he walked to your stuff. For a minute you even worried that you might be hurting him with your grip but since he didn’t say anything, you quickly forgot about it again.

“I can’t keep it at that now. Let me show you the joy of skateboarding.”

You were still sceptical but agreed nonetheless under the condition he showed you first before you would try anything. 

And so he did. He moved around swiftly with the biggest grin on his face possible. At one point it even looked like he had wings on his back, carrying him through the air with each flip.

You watched him in awe, falling for his carefree attitude and the lightness of his movements. You still stared at him with a slightly agape mouth when he stopped in front of you, pushing his hair out of his face and grinning down at you.

“Your turn.”

You literally heard glass shatter inside of your mind, picturing you on that skateboard, being as elegant as a fish out of water. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely!” He nodded and held one of his hands out for you to grab it.

And even though it might sound clishé, the moment you grabbed his hand was the moment your life changed. Okay, maybe it was the moment you crashed into him.

The first few weeks you simply met every now and then, after that you hung out regularly - even staying at each other's place for the night. And seven months ago Yugyeom asked you to be his.

Even though a year had passed Yugyeom still hadn’t given up on teaching you how to skate. Hence the reason he stopped in front of you again, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. 

“Your turn”, he grinned.

You rolled your eyes but stood up anyway. “You know I actually practised and came up with a move I’m very confident in!” 

Yugyeom’s eyes widened in surprise, followed by an excited and proud smile. He followed you like a big puppy, his teasing attitude gone momentarily. He stopped in front of the ramp you had jumped up on, a quizzical and slightly worried expression adorning his features.

“You ready?”

Yugyeom nodded tentatively.

You grinned brightly and sat down on the skateboard, pushing yourself down the ramp with your hands, whoo-ing as you rolled towards Yugyeom. You raised your hands over your head, making grabby motions until Yugyeom caught them and stopped you in front of him.

The minute you looked up to him, he burst into a fit of manic laughter, going down to his knees and doubling over. “You could become a pro”, he wheezed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you with his board closer against him. “Gosh, I love you.” With that he kissed you again, still snickering into the kiss.

“Love you too, skaterboi.”

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[proudahgase-exol]

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑

Devil! yugyeom x Human! Reader

Summary: yugyeom haves been in love with a human and he finally haves her and tells her she haves less than a year to fall in love with him…. But does she fall for him?

Thanks to @sweetestofchaos who help me with this fic she was really sweet and helpful also check out her blog she’s an amazing writer I love her🥰😘💚💚.

Also I know this was along I still needed to write some more but it was getting longer so I had to stop it to not make it longer than it already is :)

Enjoy 😊

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I was getting ready for a party that I got invited to and I decided to bring my friend with me. I didn't know the host of the party but all I wanted was to have fun on a Friday night so why not? As I was getting ready, I was thinking of who the host could be. I didn't have a lot of friends; especially any who live in a really luxurious neighbourhood. After I was done getting ready I made my way to the front door where my friend was waiting for me and we made our way to the party. Once we got to the party, I didn’t recognize anybody but everyone was nice and some people even tried to make conversation with my friend and I. I was asking a group of people that we were talking with if they knew who the host of the party was and they said they didn't know. It was a man and he was super wealthy.

After a few hours into the party I was already down to my twelfth drink and I decided to take a break from the drinks and made my way to the dance floor. While I was dancing a few guys tried to dance with me, but I just pushed them away; that is until I saw the hottest man making his way to me. 

He was tall with beautiful pinkish lips, he was wearing black skinny jeans with a black leather jacket and his hair was down covering his eyes a little. As he walked my way people tried to stop him, girls trying to get his attention but his eyes were focused on me. As he made his way up to me he looked me up and down while biting his lip. 

“Hey there, beautiful. Would you mind dancing with me?” he asked me as he offered me his right hand.

“Sure, why not.” I replied while giving him my left hand.

“How are you liking the party?” He asked me as we danced to the rhythm of the music.

“I like it! The host of this thing sure knows how to throw a fancy party.” I told him as I looked up at him.

“He sure does,” he said with a smile on his face; pulling me closer to him.

“I’m kind of thirsty, let’s take a break.” I told him as I pulled away from him.

“Sure, let’s go.” he said, following me to the kitchen.

Once we got to the kitchen we grabbed some drinks, and we talked. He told me about himself and so did I and one drink turned into multiple ones and I blacked out.

The next day I woke up with a really bad headache. I got up to go to the restroom and I realised I was not in my bedroom. I panicked and looked around. I got up and ran to the bedroom door to find it locked and I started to panic even more. I went back to sit on the bed and I saw some painkillers and water and I took it. After I downed the pills and water, I looked for a way out but I couldn’t find it. I banged on the door but no one answered. Then I saw a note on a table by the bathroom door.

y/n,

You might be wondering where you are, well you’re in my mansion that is in hell but don't be scared you’re safe I made sure of that. But how did you get here? Well after the party was over I took you to my bedroom because you passed out in one of the chairs. Anyways I left you some painkillers and a water bottle. I will go get you in a few hours. I can't wait to see you.

X YG

 Why am I in hell? How was it possible? Some many questions were going through my head. I was scared of who would take me here and if I'm in danger. I'm going to die? I was so scared, and I started to cry. I wanted to go home. I wanted to hide from whoever kidnapped me.

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My plan had succeeded. I finally had y/n. After the first time I saw her, I knew I needed her to be mine. I had to find a way to bring her to Hell and so I had to plan a party and make it look like it was all real.

When I saw her walk in with her friend, I needed to get rid of her friend so I sent some of my daemons to take care of her and I went to get my girl.

Once we were in Hell, I placed y/n in my bedroom, left her some painkillers for her headache and I left the room locking it. I didn’t want her to walk out the room and see where she was. I didn't want to scare her more than she will be once she wakes up. I was  locking her up because I was going to have the boys over; if she were to see that they were demons things would get crazy and she would be scared to see them, especially if she saw Jaebum.

When the guys got here they didn't know y/n was here so I was good. They stayed here for a little until they had to go back to what they were previously doing but they will be back later or another day to meet y/n ‘when she gets here’. 

When the guys left, I got myself busy as I waited for y/n to wake up. When she did, I heard her banging on the door. I gave it some time for her to calm down and I went to the kitchen and made her something to eat.

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I was so scared and confused I didn’t know what to do but to wait and after a while I heard the door unlocking and there, he walked in. The same man from yesterday but now he looks different.

Yesterday he was wearing a black leather jacket with some black skinny jeans and a dark grey shirt and today he is wearing an expensive red suit.

Once he was in the room, he closed the door and looked up at me. Once I made eye contact, I screamed. His eyes were glowing red.

“Here you go, baby girl. I made you a little something to help with your hangover.” He said as he gave me the tray of food. “It’s not poisonous, so it’s okay. You can eat it.” He told me as he sat down next to me and patted my head. 

I was scared of him. He locked me up in this room then he walked in and as soon as I saw his face the first thing I noticed were bright red eyes that didn't look anything like how his eyes looked yesterday. He was nothing like the hot guy from yesterday's party. This man looks dangerous. When I turned around to look at him he was looking at the wall with a smile on his face then his eyes switched back to his beautiful brown eyes and back to his red eyes and I turned back to my food to avoid eye contacts and that's when I heard him laugh. 

“Why I’m I here?” I said, my whole body shaking.

“Eat first then I’ll explain everything to you.” He replied as he looked down at me with those red eyes.

I ate slowly and kept my eyes on my food. When I was done, I cleared my throat to get his attention.

“Oh, you're done? Here, give me that.” He said taking the tray away from me. “Baby girl…I don’t want to scare you, but the reason I took you here was because I want you to be mine.” He said as he sat down next to me once again.

“You didn’t bring me here of my own will! You kidnapped me…” I said in fear of getting him mad.

“Well true,” He ran a hand through his hair as he spoke. “I kidnapped you but for a good reason and that is to make you mine.” He said proudly.

“What if I don’t want to be yours?” I questioned, risking a glance at him before I looked at the wall.

“I’ll give you some time. If in a year or so I don’t get you to fall in love with me…I’ll get rid of you.” he said getting up off the bed.

A deep fear struck my heart at his words. “You’re killing me if I don’t fall for you?” I whispered with tears running down my cheeks.

“Yeah. You're useless to me if you don’t love me back.” He shrugged while turning his back to me.

“How long have you been planning this?” I asked curiously.

“Since I first saw you when you were sixteen.” He answered while making his way out the door.

“Wait!” I found myself calling after him. “If I’m going to stay here for so long can I at last know your name?” I questioned, feeling myself getting braver now that his red eyes were no longer on me.

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Kim Yugyeom and I’m the devil!”  His answer was delivered with a large smile that reached his eyes. I was in shock and he laughed before he waved his fingers at me while closing the door.

“W-what…?” I couldn’t have heard him correctly, right? He kidnapped me, the fucking Devil; he wanted me to live here for year or so. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became as I realised how lonely I would be.

The next day was so boring. I woke up, took a shower and changed into clothes that someone had left for me, and I sat down next to the big window that happened to be locked too. I was getting so bored until I heard someone knocking and walking in.

“Hello ma’am I’m Juliet, the person who’s going to help you get around the Manson and keep you company, while Mr. Kim is not here.” She introduced herself.

“Hello Juliet. Where is Yugyeom?” I asked her curiously.

Juliet’s eyes widened at my question and she sighed, “Mr. Kim left for a meeting with one of his brothers,” she replied as she set up the bed that I had yet to make.

“How many brothers does he have?” I asked her with more curiosity to know more about Yugyeom.

“He has one biological older brother and he has six adopted brothers. Now, follow me.” She answered as she walked out the room.

“Are they all devils too?” I asked once again trying to get more information on the devil, Kim Yugyeom.

“No. His older brother is human like you and his other six brothers are demons.” She explained as we entered the kitchen.

“Why is he the only devil?” I asked

“I can’t tell you that. You’re going to have to ask him that yourself.” She said, giving me a warm smile.

After breakfast Juliet walked me around the mansion, which was huge. It had so many rooms and then I saw Yugyeom with what looked like his brothers. He turned around and walked my way.

He grabbed me but waited and pulled me gently to his brothers.

“Guys this is y/n, y/n these are my brothers.” He said looking proud.

“Um hello…” I said, kind of scared since I heard a lot of bad things about daemons and Yugyeom had yet to prove me wrong; since he kidnapped me.

“Is she the girl you've liked since you were 18?” Asked BamBam sounding surprised.

“Yeah, that’s her. She was 16 at the time I remember her.” Jackson said, looking me up and down.

“You finally went and got her? Does she even like you back?” Jaebum asked, looking between the two of us.

“She just got here. She doesn’t like me and she’s scared of me, but I hope she will like me eventually.” Yugyeom replied with sadness and hope in his voice.

“What will you do if she doesn’t love you back?” Jinyoung asked with a devilish smirk.

“He will have to kill her; she can’t go back to her regular life knowing who the devil is.” Jaebum said, staring at me with pitch black eyes full of annoyance.

“Leave her alone. She has a year to fall in love with me; if not she’s all yours.” Yugyeom shrugged his shoulders as he stared at Jaebum.

“Y-you’re giving her to him to kill her right?” Bambam asked in confusion trying to understand the situation.

“Of course, he is! He might be the devil but when it comes to her, he won’t do shit. He created a soft spot for her.” Jinyoung said, rolling his eyes.

“You can go back to what you were doing. Be good, okay? See you at dinner, baby girl.” Yugyeom smiled as he kissed my head and walked away.

I just met Yugyeom’s brothers, and it seems like they don’t like me. Knowing that was not so great. I have to be here for so long and make sure I fall in love if I want to be alive but now I’m thinking I’m better off dead than alive.

Juliet was showing me around the rest of the mansion, and we walked outside. It was well guarded. The backyard had a big pool with a jacuzzi. It was really beautiful. She also walked to Yugyeom's office. I should never go in unless I’m needed there or I need to talk to Yugyeom urgently.

She then walked me to my bedroom which was a few doors down from Yugyeom’s room where I was staying. When she opened the door a cute back Pomeranian puppy jumped from the bed and made his way over to me.

“That's Dalkyum, Mr. Kim’s puppy. You are going to have him, so you have company and don't get bored.” Juliet said, blocking the door.

“He’s so cute! I didn’t think someone like the devil would own something so cute like this little guy” I said petting the puppy.

“Mr. Kim is a scary man, but he also is a nice gentleman. He might be the devil but when he opens up to you he's a whole different person, '' She said as she walked away closing the door behind her.

I put the puppy down on the bed and I walked around the room opening doors. The room had all I needed and more. I will miss my life, but I’ll have to get used to this.

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It’s been months now that I've been here. I still miss my old life but I’m getting used to living here. I can go anywhere in the house and I have a Dalk to keep me company.

I talk to Yugyeom a lot. I still don’t have the courage to ask him about his past or other personal questions. But he's been so nice to me. He keeps calling me baby girl or princess and he's spending more time with me but I still haven’t fallen for him.

Today as I was walking with Dalk outside I saw Yugyeom with a few girls and one of them was holding him by his arm and tried to kiss him but he moved away and that for some reason made me jealous. I started to question my feelings for him because for the past week or, so I have been feeling jealous of other girls that try to flirt with Yugyeom. When I went back to my room I thought about my feelings for Yugyeom. He's so nice to me, gives me everything I want and he gives me his full attention. He's like the boyfriend every girl wants but better for the time I've been here he always makes sure that I'm taken care of when he sees me struggling. He helps me out and he's always giving me the softest and sweetest smile. 

When it was dinner time Juliet came and got me to the diner room. When I got there, Yugyeom was sitting in his usual spot at the end of the table and mine was right next to him. When I sat down he smiled at me and started a conversation. 

“Hello baby girl how was your day”  Yugyeom asked as he looked at me with a big smile

“It was good kind of boring” I replied well looking at his hands what had blood on his knuckles

“ Oh my god what happened to you, are you okay, does your hand hurt?” I  worried about him and it took us both by surprise. 

“Wow! You never show any interest in me when I’m doing okay, this is new. Yes, princess. I’m okay. Don’t worry.” he told me as he grabbed my hand

“ umm- so how… did you get hurt” I asked shyly as he played with my fingers. 

“I got in a fight with someone who’s not important enough to be talked about,” he replied as I pulled my hand away from him.

“M-Mr.Kim...Is.. is it okay if I go to the library?” I asked him after I was done with my dinner. 

“Of course you can sweetheart! And please call me Yugyeom. Mr.Kim is used only for people who work for me or are busses people.” he said well getting up and walking away 

When I got to the library I looked for a good book and a perfect spot where I could read. But then I started to think back to Yugyeom. He's been on my mind for the past few days but today I saw a different side of him. He's been more soft around me, he holds my hand more and I can’t stop looking at him with love. 

My past relationships have been different; they were short and lasted a few months. Some of my ex partners rarely told me they loved me or they usually never held my hand, so it was easy for me to fall for Yugyeom. 

Then I started to think about his brothers, specifically Jaebum and Jinyoung. I knew they didn't like me but why?  I was thinking back to that day but I can’t remember what I did for them to not like me. 

After a few more hours of me being in the library I put my book down and made my way to my bedroom,  when I got there I saw Juliet standing outside my bedroom. 

“ hello Juliet, is there something wrong?” Asked her 

“ no ma'am I just wanted to tell you that Mr. Kim is having his brothers over for dinner tomorrow and wanted me to tell you so you will be preparer” she replied 

“ Thank you Juliet, is that all? “ I asked once again 

“ yes ma’am have a good night see you tomorrow at the breakfast table” Juliet said ash she excused herself 

I was now nervous for tomorrow night what I'm going to wear or say to yugyeom's brothers. Some didn’t like me and the others I don't even know what to say to them. 

Well I'm doing my night routine. I was thinking about the possible reasons as to why yugyeom’s brothers hated me and all my conclusions came up to be that yugyeom is the younger brother and they were protective of him and that they thought I want good enough. 

When I was done with my night routine, I made my way to the bed where dalkyum was already waiting for me. As I got ready for bed the only thing that was in my mind was tomorrow, I was nervous to meet Yugyeom’s brothers especially Jaebum since he seems like he hates me the most but i hope I can make a good impression on him a good enough to still keep me alive, after a few minutes I family fall asleep.

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[apollostears]

SECRETS [ k. yugyeom ]

↬︎ group: GOT7

↬︎ pairing: kim yugyeom x black!fem!reader

↬︎ warning(s): swearing, angst (if you squint), mentions of the reader and kids being the ‘help’

REQUEST. yugyeom wants to go on return of superman so the world can see his family.

yugyeom loved you. that was an irrefutable fact, but he wished he could show you off. you are everything to him and as the mother of his children and his life partner, it killed him not to be able to do that.

which is why he was surprised when you agreed to do the show, return of superman, with him. it was no secret that the maknae of GOT7 was married nor that he had children, but they had never seen his wife and kids. he was definitely excited to go on the show.

“angel, are you sure you still want to do this?” yugyeom had asked you the tenth time that morning.

the production team and hosts, were on their way to setup and meet the family before anything aired. you were nervous, but not for yourself. yugyeom and you have two gorgeous kids. a one year old girl with legs for days and a nine month old boy with the energy of his father.

they were innocent.

and you knew how cruel people could be towards idols and their families. let alone to foreigners like you. so, you understood his hesitation and worry, but you had hid long enough. you just hoped the world was not cruel on your babies.

“yes my love. now, i made a small list of things to do given how small the kids are, there isn’t much safe for them to do.” you rambled off, adjusting the bib around your sons neck. he gave you a drooling smile.

it was teething time for him and he was being such a trooper. “mommy, why are people coming?” your daughter asked, sitting on yugyeom’s lap.

“because they wanna see daddy’s beautiful family.” your husband tickled her neck before pressing a kiss to her dark forehead.

both of your kids took after you in complexion; smooth, dark skin with cute little eyes filled with honey. they had a mix of yours and yugyeom’s hair texture that was sure to change the older they got. you felt a little bad that they didn’t get much from him, but he was more than happy that they took everything from you.

“that i birthed out.” you teased, walking past the two with your son on your hip.

yugyeom did not miss the opportunity to smack your ass causing a gasp from your daughter and a slap to the back of his head from you. before you could scold him any more, your doorbell was rung.

“i got it! i got it daddy!” your daughter squealed excitedly, her legs carrying her to the front door.

“oh no you don’t, little girl.” you reprimanded, watching as yugyeom snatched her up just before she reached the door.

god, was that child fast.

you waited with baited breath as the production team entered your home and your daughter ran back to you with her face hiding behind your legs. they didn’t say it out loud, but you could see the confusion on their faces. you appreciated them holding their tongues though. because yugyeom would have canceled the whole thing so fast.

“hi, welcome! i’m y/n kim, yugyeom’s wife and these are our two children; y/d/n and y/s/n. we’re very excited to have you guys here.” you introduced your family once they had all settled into your living room.

you couldn’t tell who was in charge, but you hoped they were somewhere among the group of people staring you and your kids down. yugyeom had just came around the corner with some man behind him and you figured that he was the producer.

“so, yugyeom where’s the lovely family at? and why do you keep your help around? they need to go before the hosts get here.” the man just started spewing things out of his mouth and you could see the uncomfortable looks on the teams’ faces.

“uh, sir? we are the lovely family and i’d appreciate it if you stopped disrespecting my family with your racist stereotypes. thank you.” you smiled sweetly, a hint of anger in your voice.

with your son on your hip and your daughter still clutching your leg, there wasn’t much you could do so you tried to keep your anger at bay but you were beyond heated. yes, people stared and sometimes whispered when they saw you and your kids but they were never blatantly rude nor racist. and by the look on yugyeom’s face, he was really close to blowing a fuse.

“you know what, this was a mistake. you can tell them that i’ve changed my mind after their racist producer insulted my wife and kids. people like you, disgust me and you will be getting a complaint filled about you to the company.” yugyeom’s voice was slightly raised as he talked down on the man in anger.

the production team had already started to make themselves scarce while their producer coward in fear under yugyeom’s large stature. “come on babies, let’s go blow bubbles out back while daddy talks to that mean old man.” you suggested, tugging at your daughters hand to get her to stand beside you.

“okay mommy!” she chirped, skipping next to you as the three of you headed to your backyard. “bye mean old man!”

you laughed at that and patted your daughter on the head. one thing about your daughter was that she was going to call you what you are. despite not being able to publicly come out the way yugyeom wanted, you were happy just coming out whenever. no tv show was going to ruin that for you guys.

NOTE. to whomever requested this, i really hope you like it! this was my first time writing for yugyeom individually and it was fun! thank you for trusting me with your idea <3

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[ericbrainrot]

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝟕 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒:

authors note: in honor of it being haitian flag day, i decided to bring this headcanon from my wattpad account.😂

𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐌

• the tonton you see every other year.

• your moms older brother.

• is always LATE to the party.

• manages to have a plak saved just for him.

• always gives his nieces and nephews money.

• "men, ven dola," he hands you money.

• he's also the player.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊

• your moms older brother.

• when you see him, he's quiet.

• let that heineken kick in and he's loud asf.

• he will only show up to the party for food.

• mainly for the griot, banan peze, and pikliz.

• he most definitely has a secret family in haiti that nobody knows about.

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍

• the tonton that acts a type of way when you don't salye him.

• "pouksa ou pa salye m?"

• your dads little brother.

• the tonton you can make jokes with.

• will always ask his nieces or nephews if they have a significant other.

• tonton that travels to haiti and america as if he was going to the nearest publix.

• prefers the parties to have no kids, but wants the 'bel ti fanms' to be there.

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

• he's the tonton that loves haiti more than america.

• absolutely hates moun blan.

• your dads older brother.

• acts like he hates his nieces and nephews but loves them.

• always listening to the drama and tea going on within the family.

• will give a stank face to those he doesn't like.

• "gade figi neg la," he sucks his teeth.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐀𝐄

• the tonton everyone loves.

• the kids and other people around the block love him.

• the nice tonton.

• is always over at haiti over the summer or whenever he can go.

• he is usually at the party early to help cook or if he's not at the party he's at bible study.

• stays to help clean.

𝐁𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐌

• the tonton that goes to haiti to show off, but is always giving back to his hometown.

• acts like he’s broke whenever he’s around his family members.

• has a good paying job.

• loves to show off his outfits at the parties.

• overdresses, it’ll be casual and he dresses like he got invited to a wedding.

• your moms little brother.

• the tonton that you can joke around with.

• always first in line when the food is done.

• when he was younger, he used to get batons almost every other day.

𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐌

• the slow tonton.

• has NEVER been to haiti.

• but somehow has amazing fake stories about going to haiti.

• your dads little brother.

• acts like he’s a teenager.

• like jackson, he is asking his nieces and nephews if they have a significant other yet.

• once zouk la se sel medikaman comes on, the dance floor is his.

• he’s actually one of the tontons (like jackson and bambam) that you can joke around with.

• you’ll catch him drinking, dancing, or doing both.

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