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the perfume on the shelf. pt. 11 | bangchan

Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, mentions of verbal and physical abuse, descriptions of a toxic relationship, mentions of s*icidal thoughts, profanity, descritpion of a fire, the reader loves her cat very much, another day of the reader and Chan being annoying (the latter especially), jealousy, the reader is going through major changes (good for her), another bunch of Taylor Swift references, the reader has yet another traumatic experience; typos

In the parts with the cat it's very much self-inserted. Shout out to my cat and all other kitties and doggies <3

'Dal' stands for 'moon' :)

Word count: 5411

Author’s note: welp, there's a lot to read lol. Idk why this whole work lacks happy moments so much, I'm trying my best to make it more positive, but in the end... We get this lol. Still, hope you enjoy another part! I'll try posting part 12 in a couple of weeks, but, as my summer vacation is over, I'll have a lot of work to do, so I cannot promise you an exact date. Again, thank you fro reading and supporting 'the perfume on the shelf' and enjoy the ride! (put ya seatbelts on)

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Part 10 | Part 12

Another day to cry in the bathroom of your therapist’s office.

Wiping your red cheeks, you took a deep breath in, trying to calm this sudden outburst of pain down. Talking about your unsuccessful attempt to go back together with Chan resurfaced in something deep, something that has affected you too much to even be able to handle it on your own. Your fear of rejection has finally become real - and instead of feeling calm after so many years of being scared of it, you found yourself utterly broken.

As long as you could remember yourself, this fear of being rejected has pressured you into staying out of the picture, of never saying what you truly feel. You were shaking at the thought of confessing to Yugyeom, when you were a teenager; your breath was hitched in your throat when you decided to join that writing club at university; the idea of asking anybody out made you sick to your stomach. And finally, all the mess with Chan was partially launched by your inability to ask direct questions, to come clean eventually. However, your initial choice was to live a lie, to let yourself have dust thrown into your eyes, to rather have smoke and mirrors than an honest relationship. What does this say about you?

“I don’t know”, you muttered, looking at the reflection in the mirror. “I don’t know”, you repeated, sniffing and exhaling once again. When you were nineteen, everything seemed so easy. When you were nineteen, you seemed to know everything.

“What would nineteen-year old you say about this whole situation?” Your therapist’s question was left unanswered, rather as introspection for the next two weeks. What would she say, really? That’s a walk in the park for her.

“Dump his ass”, the advice you used to give all of your girlfriends popped up in your head. “Find a new hobby, work more, go out more - do anything to forget him. He’s not worth your tears and time”. Easier said than done.

You sighed once again, before collecting your lip gloss back into your purse. It’s time to go home and prepare for going out; even though you try following your own advice, the thought of Chan is a lingering memory, a signature left right on your forever restless brain.

Running up the stairs on your subway station, you checked your messages to find Yugyeom and Eunjoo discussing art in the chat. Two weeks ago, after the airport incident, when Yugyeom was dropping you off at your apartment complex (the conversation with your parents about your early departure from the countryside was guided by Gyeom perfectly), Eunjoo caught the sight of the two of you while she was waiting for her best friend on the bench. For some reason she decided it would be a great idea to start going on ‘double dates’ - although, you could barely call them dates at all. She was unsure about her relationship with Minho, so she needed you to check up on him. You didn’t want to be the third wheel, so… So she invited Yugyeom. And now the four of you had a group chat. Was it a nightmare? Absolutely. You found out what nerds Gyeom and Eunjoo were; discussing everything - even rocket science, are you kidding me? - while you and Minho intervened in their intellectual conversations with memes and ridiculous videos to watch. For instance, when you sent a Tarot reading video, just for shits and giggles, just to send a follow up message, “This woman said I’m gonna have a billionaire husband in a couple of months” - only to get bashed by two absolute smartasses for your silly little hobby, as they threw in their pieces of mind on how Tarot is a scam, and it doesn’t work, and people like that woman are a fraud - et cetera, et cetera, blah-blah-blah. Minho, on the other hand, was pretty supportive (and a pain in the ass for Eunjoo and Yugyeom) when he sent in ten more videos of that same creator, chiming in with his comments about toxicity. Yeah, this chat was a shit show; however, it was bringing you too much joy to hate it.

In your apartment your cat greeted you with irritated meows and sweet purrs when you took her in your arms as if she was a baby. “Mama’s sorry, Gaeul”, you said, kissing her in between ears, “but I promise I’ll be back sooner than later. Just a couple of hours, okay?” She started gently biting your hand as you tried to scratch her tummy. “And you get to be the boss of the house. Not just for a few hours”, you kissed her nose and she put her paw on your cheek, “but forever, Gaeul”. She jumped from your arms as soon as you heard a loud stomp and a screeching curse - ugh, your neighbours were fighting again. How could a family that looks picture perfect hate each other so much? Well, you knew the answer to the question, but still, it never failed to arise every time you heard these two fight.

“You’re a piece of shit, Hajoon!” You sighed as you heard the man’s voice. “A piece of shit wife and mother!” This was the unfortunate reality-TV-turned-real-life program you had to listen to; the walls were rather thin not to hear them constantly fight over stupidest things in front of their little girls. When you saw the two of them ride their bikes and laugh, you always wondered, how they managed not to lose their innocence yet - with parents like theirs, who trapped themselves in a toxic marriage, the innocence of a child being saved was a miracle.

The drama continued as the woman cried out harsher curses, accusing her husband of cheating. Is that the life that awaits everyone in a marriage? Is that the life you’re going to have too? That’s what your parents have; constant fights, verbal abuse, toxic apologies with flowers and luxury candy, and no words uttered. No resolution of those conflicts, no rethinking of the life choices they’d made to get to this point of no return. Nothing. And this family, a family so similar to yours, was the same. Only the girls were lucky to have each other and not to be alone. However, calling the kids ‘lucky’ for lulling each other when their parents scream all types of insults, calling the children they created with ‘so much love and affection’, as the mother posted on her stories, ‘mistakes’ when they were in another room - calling them ‘lucky’ was a direct insult.

Accompanied by curses coming from a wall away from your living room, Gaeul was circling around you the whole time you were collecting your things. When you looked at the wrist watch, it was already ten minutes past the time you should have left the house. “Shit”, you mumbled, rapidly taking the bag in your hands and giving Gaeul a couple of more scratches, while she was meowing and standing in front of the door. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours, sweetie”.

You were supposed to be drinking as the four of you were going for some type of party one of Minho’s friends was throwing - so taking the car wasn’t an option; you didn’t know much about Changbin, but you were willing to get out of your shell and meet new people. “Maybe you’ll finally find a boyfriend there”, your mom told you over the phone, “you’ll be thirty soon - not really soon, though - and your father and I are waiting for grandkids. Your cousin is already a mother”. Ugh, yeah, whatever. Some nonsense that your mother confidently states is out of this world sometimes.

Running up to a bus stop, you conveniently saw your bus pull up; jumping in it, you paid for the ticket and sat down on one of the many empty places, staring out of the window. As the music took you to another dimension, your thoughts flew by, pictures of your mother nagging you about the prospect of marriage, Chan putting his arm over Micha’s shoulder, Gyeom stuffing his mouth with a sandwich in one bite, Eunjoo and Minho holding hands ran in your mind with a uncontrollably rapid speed. You were thinking about Chan less each day, the images of him being replaced by your friends, new people you met and surprising revelations you made about this world and, first of all, yourself.

Every bus ride that lasted more than twenty minutes - just like this one - got you hooked on rethinking and reflecting on every little thing that had ever happened to you. Sometimes it would be sappy, rainy autumn day like memories: Chan holding your hand while driving, bringing it to his lips to leave a small kiss on your knuckles every time the car stopped at the red light; you and him lying in bed, face to face, heart to heart, having those rare sincere conversations, filled with laughs and kisses. Whereas sometimes you’d lose yourself to cheerful moments, those July bright yellow afternoon days memories, with Yugyeom watching you chase after his golden retriever Dal; with you watching some happy kids fly kites while on a picnic with Eunjoo; with you writing your earliest stories in your old diary, sitting behind the desk in you sunlit childhood bedroom. The happiest that you were, in all of those memories you couldn’t even find the ghost of Chan; as if he had never existed in the most joyful moments of your life. As if - no, no ‘if’s’ - he had only brought you pain, and tears, and gut wrenching disgust towards your own self, towards the little girl, singing along the radio songs in her parents’ car, towards the fifteen year old girl, who wrote her stories on her old laptop and squealed after getting her first likes on the web, towards the woman you’d become. The woman who made stupid mistakes one after another, noticing but not seeing the pattern she had with every lover of hers, not seeing Chan being the same guy like the rest of them in her history. The woman you’d become, the woman you’re still thriving to be - she doesn’t deserve the slander you put her through.

There might have been happiness during him - his jokes, warm hugs, car rides to his parents’ country house, him playing with Gaeul, his voice, his soft curls, his late love confessions. But there would certainly be more happiness after him, after this whole mess you yourself created. No acid rains burning your cheeks anymore, no scratching yourself so much you start bleeding anymore, no gray colors during the brightest sunny summer mornings. Is this what the phase of acceptance looks like? Is this where you stop blaming Chan for the pain he caused you? Nah, you’re not there yet. But close. Definitely close.

Receiving another text in the group chat, your thoughts suddenly led you to the anxious search for your ID in the handbag of yours. “Shit, shit, shit”, you muttered under your breath, when you realized it was nowhere to be found. Did you lose it on your way to the bus stop? Or did you lose it here? Oh no. You rolled your eyes at the clear memory of seeing it on the kitchen counter before you rushed out of the apartment. How could you be so irresponsible? You’d never forgotten your ID, ever in your life, even taking it to the convenience store at 7AM to get a snack on your day off. And now, when you clearly needed it to get in the club, you’d left it at home? Super responsible, girl, just awesome.

Having jumped off the bus at the nearest stop, you caught yourself feeling absolutely shameless about the fact of being late. After you moved almost to the outskirts of the city, not being on time has become your signature mark. Now you were texting your friends, explaining the whole situation, while getting in an Uber - just to shorten the forty minutes you’d already spent on the bus to twenty-five. And as the car started off, your friends couldn’t leave you alone.

“Gyeom, I’m sorry”. The first words you said to him after picking up, annoyance recognizable in your voice. Yeah, you were the one being late, but Mr. Punctuality didn’t have to remind you about it as well.

“I’m actually late too”, he let out a breathy chuckle. What? Kim Yugyeom coming late?

“What happened?”

“Nothing”, he sighed, “I just spent too much time on the phone with my dad”. You hummed in response. “I can pick you up, by the way”, Yugyeom added.

“You don’t have to”.

“Ah, it’s not like I’m goin’ to be on time anyway”. The yippy notes in his voice made you reflect the smile he was probably wearing on his face. “So it’s not a problem, really”.

“Thanks, Gyeom”.

“I’ll be at your place in, uh, around ten minutes”. As you ended the conversation, you heard the siren sounds in the distance. It wasn’t an unordinary occasion: the song of the sirens was playing almost an unstoppable tune every minute of the day, as the ambulances were rushing through the busy streets, or the firemen were driving to stop the fires. It was not unusual for a city like Seoul; however, the closer you were getting to your apartment complex, the more the clump of fear inside your chest grew.

The first thing you saw when the car turned to your building was the blinding light of the fire truck. Then it was the group of firemen. After it was the crowd, surrounding the fire engine. The last thing was the smoke coming out of the apartment on the fifth floor. From the apartment right next to yours.

Jumping off the car, you rushed through the crowd, forcibly pushing apart the nosy neighbors and bystanders, only to be stopped by a firefighter. You couldn’t think of anything else, of other people, of the party you were late to, of the things in your apartment - the only image in your head was of Gaeul. How scared she must be, how she’s probably sitting in the corner of your room, far away from the strange and dangerous smell. The clouded vision of yours, the tears in your eyes were invisible to you. The only thing you needed was to get your baby out of there.

“Miss, you cannot go in there”, the voice of the firemen echoed in your ears.

“My cat’s in there”, you mumbled, but he heard you, “I need to get her out. It’s an apartment right next to that that’s burning”.

“We’ll get her out, no need to worry”. The calm notes in his voice had awoken some primal rage in you - how could he even say that? You couldn’t not worry, for fuck’s sake!

You quickly disappeared in the crowd so that the firefighter wouldn't recognise you if something was about to happen. There was an emergency exit, but they were probably evacuating people through it, right? What should you do to get in?

As the thoughts were rapidly running through your head, you saw smoke coming from another window. Your window now. Your heart sank; everything around started spinning slowly and you grabbed your chest in order to calm yourself down - at least, a little bit, at least, before you took Gaeul in your arms.

Fuck it. You hastened your steps through the crowd, away from the main entrance, in hopes to get lost amidst those being evacuated, in hopes to get through the emergency exit without being caught. In the inner yard of your building your restless, teary eyes noticed one fireman guarding the entrance; and over there, on the bench was your neighbour from the fourth floor, a fourteen year old, holding her brown dog close to her heart.

“Hello?” She picked up her phone, the shaky voice of hers bringing more blood to your already jolting heart. How smart it was to exchange numbers with her all those months ago.

“Could you distract that firefighter for me, please?” You uttered, while looking at her. She turned her head and found your eyes. “My cat’s still in there. I can’t… I can’t wait till they save her. Please”. The girl nodded and quickly rose up to her feet, probably coming up with an idea of taking the fireman’s attention.

She ran up to the man, still holding the dog in her arms, and started rambling something loudly, the hysteric condition of hers being the direct result of this horrible evening. “What was she up to?” You thought to yourself as you moved from a tree to a tree as fast as you could. “Was she walking her dog when the fire started? Was she at home?”

How convenient it was to have a bunch of trees to grow in the inner yard of the apartment building. “I should thank the managing lady after it”, you watched as the firefighter turned his back to the entrance - now. The adrenaline in your stomach felt like a fuel to the fire of anxiety and fear; as you leapt up the stairs, two, three steps missed, your heart was pumping somewhere in your throat, bringing the inevitable, horrible thoughts to your brain. You brushed them off before you reached your floor, running in the corridor, which was filled with smoke, with an empty head. The door to your apartment was being broken down as you ran up to it, right on time - maybe, the first time you were not late in the last couple of years. The firefighters weren’t pleased a resident was out in the dangerous area, but you quickly opened the door - having promised you’d let them in without getting inside yourself - breaking the recently made promise immediately when the lock was open, dropping the keys to the ground. If the building management had fixed the electronic locks on time, maybe the whole building wouldn’t have to use keys; maybe, the fire issue would have been resolved earlier, had the firemen had an easier access to the apartments.

Gray. Choking color gray - that's what your apartment was. You could get suffocated in here just for breathing in the smoke, but was it even a priority? You would die but get Gaeul out of this place.

“Gaeul!” Your voice came out quaking, eyes getting watery with every step you took. “Gaeul, baby!” Almost flying into your bedroom, you noticed her scratching the window in hopeless attempts to get out. “Baby, you’re safe”, you whispered, swooping her in your arms. She let out a weak meow as you covered her chubby face with a palm of your hand. The firefighter was quick to escort you from the apartment, having thrown a blanket from the couch over your shoulders. You wrapped Gaeul in it when you got to the hall; she was meowing as you ran down the stairs, telling you how scared she was. “I know, honey, I know”, you kept on repeating, “you’re safe now”.

The fresh air hit both of your faces abruptly, making you gasp and cough. Holding Gaeul as close to your heart as it was possible - perhaps, if you squeezed her tighter, she would be inserted in your heart directly - you sat down on the grass next to the girl with a dog sleeping on her lap.

“Is she okay?” You nodded, leaving a kiss between Gaeul’s brown ears. She started purring, exuding that velvety purring of hers that signaled of her finally feeling safe. After finding her in a pouring rain, as her dirty little paws left marks on your white hoodie and her squeaky voice notified you she wasn’t pleased with being carried by some stranger, after washing her up and taking her to the vet, after making sure she felt comfortable in every corner of any of the places where you lived, after teaching her to use the litter box, after buying her the most expensive and delicious food she liked, after having her sleep in between your legs every night since the first one she spent with you, after building up your whole life around her when you needed someone to give your unconditional love to, after having no suicidal thoughts the moment she took a step in your apartment, after having her as the only living creature who loved you unlimitedly - how could you sit and wait till they save her? How could you leave her little figure in the hands of fate?

“Mr. Choi set his apartment on fire”, the girl said while petting her dog. “That’s entirely his fault”.

“Tell me about it”, you mumbled.

“Why didn't the police do anything when they were called on them last week?” She questioned. “He literally threatened to burn the house down”. You shrugged your shoulders. No one really did anything when he threatened to jump off the window, no one took his threats seriously when he promised to burn the apartment if his wife got on his nerves again. Yeah, like it’s a reasonable excuse for a possible homicide. What a scumbag.

“He ran away though”. She sighed. “But they’ll find him in no time, I guess. Mrs. Choi said he broke his wrist trying to hit her, so he won’t be far away”. You nodded absentmindedly, eyes still focused on Gaeul. She already seemed peaceful, only her yellowish eyes still being completely overtaken by the dilated pupils. She was lying on your legs, covered by that blanket. “Isn’t it your phone buzzing?”

Oh, that was the annoying feeling in the pocket of your jeans. “Hello”. You responded in a monotonous voice.

“Where are you?” Yugyeom sounded panicked. “I’ve been calling you for the past ten minutes! Are you okay? Where are you?” He repeated. After muttering a few words you hung up, putting the phone on the grass. The autumn nights started to get chilly; but you were willing to stay seated on the cold ground as long as it took for Gaeul to fully calm down.

In mere seconds Yugyeom appeared in the inner yard, dashing to you. “Are you okay?” He observed you carefully, and then the gaze of his fell to Gaeul, curled up on your lap. “Are you okay, sweetling?”

“She ran into the building to save her cat”, your neighbor proudly proclaimed. Yugyeom gave a look - not the ‘Are you crazy?’ or ‘You’re insane’ one, but the look, striking as… Worry? Pain? Hurt? Love?

“I think the two of you need some warming up”. His soft voice impinged upon your indifference to everything but Gaeul; it seemed as if the part of you that was scared started to heal as soon as he helped you get on your feet. For the first time in the last half an hour you shivered under the cool wind, and Yugyeom took his zipper hoodie off to put it on your shoulders.

“You’re wearing a T-shirt”. You stated, looking at him. He gave you a small smile and shrugged his shoulders.

“I like the cold. I’m like Johnny Storm, y’know that”. You let out a breathy laugh - the first one after pulling up to the building. Your cat was already napping in your arms - the safest place for her, as it turned out - so you and Yugyeom slowly moved to his car.

The windows of your neighbors had ruined the whole front of the building - now the gaze of any person would fall on black frames around them. “I wonder if my landlady is here”. You said, when getting on the passenger seat.

“D’you want me to find her?”

“Gyeom, no”, you answered in a soft voice, ‘you’ve already done enough”. His brows knitted as he looked at you with utter confusion written all over his face.

“I didn’t do anything except for panicking and calling Minho and Eunjoo”, he noted, “and not like it’s hard to help you. Especially now”.

You gave in rather quickly. “Alright”.

“Give me her number, so I-”

“Just take my phone”, you shoved the device in his hands, “she doesn’t pick up if she doesn’t know the number”. He nodded before getting out of the car.

And as you were petting your sleepy cat, you felt the tears being finally let go from your eyes. Gaeul woke up when the salty drops fell on her side and, after staring at you for a couple seconds, started to licking herself up. You laughed through the choking tears and caressed her head and back, thinking how much your life had changed since the moment she magically appeared in it. It became… Brighter, funnier, sweeter. Even when she would wake you up at three AM ‘cause she was hungry; or when she would try to eat the yarn whenever you crocheted; or when she would sit on the kitchen counter while you were cooking. The thought of losing her made your heart hurt even more than it already was.

“We’ll be fine, right, baby?” You murmured when she started snoring quietly; you turned your head to look out of the window and noticed Gyeom in the distance, still talking with someone over the phone. A strange feeling of being absolutely safe around him had arisen in your chest the moment you saw his worried face tonight; maybe you shouldn’t push him away too hard - he’s one of the few people you can trust, after all.

Gyeom was right; he cannot certainly save you like he used to when you were kids. You can come up with a rescue plan yourself, like today, when you couldn’t wait for anyone else to save the most loved part of you. Anyone but you. Gyeom cannot save you; but he can give you the sense of comfort after you help yourself get back to life.

“Gaeul”, you muttered, “how long it’s been since we called him ‘Gyeom’?” A short version of his name, and he hated being called that. But when it came to you, his first love? He blushed whenever you said ‘Gyeom’. And why did you start calling him that again? Maybe that’s a sign, you thought to yourself, leaning your head back, maybe I do need him around.

“So you mean to tell me”, Jisung was talking with his mouth full, “that you and Micha are not together? What’s the point of bringing her here then?”

Chan let out a deep sigh. It was only a matter of time when Han found out. “We are together. But we just don’t like labeling it as a ‘relationship’ Just give us some more time”.

“ Are you kiddin’ me? It’s been two weeks, Chan!” He gnashed his teeth. “Every media outlet is calling me to confirm whether the two of you are together. What am I supposed to tell them?”

“That it’s none of their business”.

“It doesn't work anymore. Is she your girlfriend or not?”

“She is, technically”, Chris leaned in his chair, “we’re in an open relationship”. Jisung set his palms down flat on the table, the heavy breathing of his sending shivers down Chan’s spine. He loved riling his friend up, but sometimes he seemed to forget Han was also his manager. A scary one at times.

“I swear to God”, Jisung hissed, “I’m gonna kill you and replace you with another dude. No one will see a difference”. Chris chuckled and went back to his dinner, leaving Han’s question unanswered.

Him and Micha had a lot of history; but when he showed up at her door, drunk to the bone, she was more than shocked. He kept on complaining, crying about you, cursing you, proclaiming his love for you. Micha was impressed only by him being that emotional - nothing like that ever happened when they were together. A couple of days later one thing led to another and… Some time after that she was already packing her bags to go to Melbourne with him. Was it a smart, calculated decision? Absolutely not. But Chan, for whatever reason, promised to support her financially before she’d find a job there; alright, to be honest? He wanted to hurt you. To hurt you the same way your reconciliation with Yugyeom made him feel. Chan wanted to see you suffer as much as he did, to see you try to beg for him to come back to you. Spoiler alert: you never did.

Except for the airport incident. He almost caught the slightest glimpse of you, almost canceled his entire flight, almost called off all the business he had in Australia. If only he could delve into your features one more time, he would’ve put everyone aside. ‘Cause if you were there and he saw you, he wouldn’t need anything else. But he didn’t see you, so it was all settled as it was supposed to be.

Han was grumbling something under his breath while Chan was scrolling down the latest news; some of his friends had a comeback coming up, the other was starring in a new drama, the third proposed to his girlfriend… Everyone seemed to have their life put together but him. When he laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, Micha’s head resting on his arm, Chan would only think about a life he gave away. He could’ve been lying in his bed now, with his head snuggled into your neck, inhaling that sweet scent of yours right into his system. He could’ve been waking up to your leg lapped across his. He could’ve been with the woman he’s in love with, not the one he pretends to love. Micha doesn’t deserve this; but something tells him that she knows - just pretends not to notice.

‘Hey, doesn’t this house seem familiar to you?” Han shoved his phone right into Chan’s face; when his eyes could finally focus, he recognised the building immediately. “They report it’s been a fire, they’re still locating it”, Jisung continued, “and the guy who started it wanted to kill his family. What a piece of shit”.

The only thing Chan could see was smoke coming out from the apartment scarily close to yours. He was unable to forget the window of yours, the window he would always look up to just to see your smiley face. “Can I borrow your phone?”

Jisung swallowed his food, looking confused. “What for?”

“I need to call her”. Han rolled his eyes but obliged, lending the phone to his friend. Chan practically jumped from his seat, running from the second floor of the restaurant they were in to the street. Chan was aware of you blocking him everywhere; so he hoped you’d pick up if Han called. What was that logic? Why would you even pick up?

If the fire was still being located, how big is it? Were you home when it started? Were you not? Is Gaeul okay?

Long beeps only fueled his anxiety. Pick up, pick up, pick up. Please.

“Hello?” The voice on the other side of the phone wasn’t the silky one Chan was hoping to hear.

Chan asked for your name. Was it a cop? A firefighter? A doctor? “She’s okay, she wasn’t home when the fire broke out”.

“Who am I talkin’ to?”

“Kim Yugyeom. I’m a friend. You?”

Another tingling in his chest, every little blood cell of his running to his head, fueling his rage and pain, mixing them altogether. So, Yugyeom is there? After all of your claims he meant nothing to you?

“Hello?” Yugyeom asked once again. “Say your name at least, so that she’d know whom to call back”.

“Don’t you see the name on the screen?” Chan’s words came out harsher than he planned. “Sorry, whatever. Don’t tell her anything”. Chris hung up the phone and let out an exasperated sigh. Rubbing his face with his hands, Chan couldn’t even comprehend what he was feeling. Why was the mere thought of you and Yugyeom in the same space bringing him the worst pain of it all? It was jealousy. It was all the love he couldn’t properly give you resulting in that horrendous feeling of envy. The feeling that Yugyeom might give this love to you. The love that you deserve.

How long will he continue pining over you? Maybe he should just start paying more attention to his actual girlfriend rather than the dream woman of his?

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neomujinjja · 7 months

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Tangled in Love - Yugyeom

Pairing: Yugyeom x reader

Genre: x reader, fluff, drabble

Warnings: n/a

Synopsis: you’re exhausted and you want to be cared for, so you ask your boyfriend to brush your hair for you

Note: written with curly haired babes in mind, but i tried to keep the language relatively universal

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Babe!” you whine walking into the room. Yugyeom looks up from where he's laying in your bed. “Brush my hair for me, pretty please.”

“Yeah, of course. Come sit in front of me,” he says, sitting up and patting the space in front of him. You carefully make your way over, trying not to drop the towel on your shoulders. You pass him the brush and eagerly take the spot. Yugyeom starts at the bottom, doing just like you taught him, slowly making his way up. His hand comes to the back of your head, being gentle to not pull too hard. After going through a few more times to ensure there are no knots, he kisses the side of your head before dropping a kiss onto your shoulder. He wraps his arms around you as he whispers, “I’m all done baby.” You settle back into his chest, laying your head onto his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you hum, nuzzling further into Yugyeom. Turning your head, you peck the underside of his jaw.

“Any time,” he replies with a gentle smile. The two of you enjoy each other’s quiet presence for a moment. You groan as you lift yourself off of Yugyeom's body and out of his embrace.

“What about we order in tonight?" he asks once you've made back into the bathroom.

Pulling out hair lotion you respond, “That sounds great. Honestly, I just want to lay down and sleep.” Yugyeom strides into the bathroom, phone in hand. He scrolls through various menus with you, until the both of you reached a consensus.

"It should be here in 20.” He stares at you in the mirror as you near the end of your hair care routine. "I love you.”

"I love you more.”

"That's impossible. I love you the most.”

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lucuslavigne · 7 months

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𖦹 O papai slayou!

Yugyeom × Leitora.

๑: fluffy, yugyeom!maridinho, Yugyeom sendo tudo o que eu necessitava na minha vida.

Espero que gostem.

— Não corre mocinho! — avisou seu filho, Dalsook.

— Mas eu quero ver o papai logo! _ fez biquinho.

— Eu sei meu amor, mas assim você pode se machucar. — pegou na mão do menor. — Vamo' devagar 'tá bom?

— 'Tá. — respondeu.

Caminhavam pelos corredores que haviam do lado de trás do palco em que Yugyeom se encontrava, até encontrarem com Minsik, um dos staffs que trabalhava diretamente com o Kim.

— Oh! — te olhou surpreso. — Veio fazer uma surpresa para o Yug, S/N?

— Vim sim. — riu de leve. — Dá "oi" para o Minsik filho.

— Oi... — disse tímido.

— E aí garotão? — sorriu ao pequeno. — Vamos? Vou levar vocês até o camarim do Yugyeom.

— Certo. — pegou Dalsook no colo e começou a seguir o coreano.

— Ele me disse que 'tava nervoso. — o homem riu. — Falou que queria vocês aqui, mas, que vocês estavam na casa da mãe dele.

— A gente 'tava mesmo. — riu de leve. — Mas foi só para eu buscar minha encomenda.

— Ah sim. — parou. — É aqui. Ele já subiu no palco, mas dá pra' vocês assistirem ele daqui.

— Muito obrigada Minsik. — agradeceu.

— Disponha. — saiu do local.

— Olha mamãe! — apontou para e televisão da sala, onde transmitia Yugyeom no palco.

De repente a música começou a tocar e o Kim passou a dançar. As dançarinas tinham uma sincronia incrível, pareciam uma só, Yugyeom mostrava todos os sentimentos que aquela música trazia, parecia que a música havia se apossado do homem, os movimentos leves, limpos, prendiam a atenção de seu filho e a sua.

Os poucos minutos de apresentação foram incríveis, amava ver seu marido fazendo o que amava.

— Eu queria dizer que eu estava um pouco nervoso durante a coreografia. — Yugyeom falou no microfone. — Os meus tesouros não puderam estar aqui hoje. — escutou a plateia gritando. — A S/N e o Dalsook ficaram em casa porque estavam ocupados. — os fãs riram. — Então foi um pouco difícil pra' mim a apresentação de hoje.

Sorriu ao escutar a fala do maior, o amava tanto que as vezes esquecia o quanto o mesmo a amava também.

— Eu posso ir ver o papai? — perguntou dando pulinhos.

— Agora não amor. — o falou. — Espera o papai vir aqui.

— 'Tá... — se jogou em um sofá.

O mais alto conversou mais um tempo com a plateia, se despedindo e correndo para a parte de trás do palco. Se arrumou um pouco para receber o amado e logo avisou Dalsook.

— Amor, o papai já 'tá vindo!

— Sério? — perguntou feliz.

— Sim! — riu. — Ele daqui a pouco 'tá aqui.

— Muito obrigado gente, a performance de vocês foi incrível! — escutou o marido falando com as dançarinas.

— Papai! — Dalsook correu e abraçou o pai.

— Filho! — sorriu grandemente. — O que vocês estão fazendo aqui? — pegou o filho no colo e foi até você, deixando um selar em sua testa.

— Viemos te ver. — sorriu.

— O que achou do papai lá no palco filhão? — perguntou ao menor.

— O papai slayou! — sorriram ao ver que o filho de vocês usou – do jeito dele – uma expressão em inglês.

— Foi é? — o perguntou.

— Sim! — disse de forma cantada.

Os dois se entre olharam e sorriram grandemente, já que a coisa que mais amavam era a família de vocês.

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fuckedurbias · 2 years

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A-z Yugyeom (GOT7) analysis, please? 💕

a - aftercare

a baby, he would be so affectionate & loving afterwards. snuggling and giving soft kisses, whispering sweet nothings.

b - body part

on himself, he loves his hands & his hips - both for how defined and pretty they are; and how well he uses them. on his partner he would also adore their hands & hips, holding them and kissing them, whenever and wherever possible.

c - cum

oh boy oh gosh he loves lapping up his partner’s cum especially if it’s mixed with his own. he would love his partner doing the same, it would drive him crazy in the best way.

d - dirty secret

speaking of cum, he would get so dizzy with arousal at even just the thought of his partner swallowing his seed. it could make him cum again immediately after the first time, thinking of his partner’s stomach getting filled up with his cum.

e - experience

this boy’s experienced, that’s for sure. he wouldn’t judge a less experienced partner, in fact he’d get joy from helping them figure out what they like and showing them what he likes too.

f - favourite position

he’d love his partner being on top; cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, sixty-nine and face sitting especially. he just loves holding his partner down by their hips as he (or they) go to town.

g - goofy

he would love to have fun with it and make his partner giggle ;-; he’s so sweet.

h - hair

i honestly think he’d dye his pubes to match his hair, it started off as a joke but now he finds it genuinely fun.

i - intimacy

once he finds someone he really likes and commits too, he would be so sweet and caring. it would become an act of love along with the pleasure, making sure they know he loves them during and especially after ;-;

j - jack off

if he’s not seeing anyone he would jack off heaps, every night if possible. i also 100% believe he would have a fleshlight.

k - kink

oh gosh, not a kink but he would be so crazy for the vocal aspect of sex. hearing his partner make noise, no matter how small or quiet it would make him feral. also a little cumplay as stated before teehee.

l - location

i had this dream abt car sex with him once, it has not left my mind since and i imagine he would be a big fan of that. like him putting the seat back as his partner bounces on his cock, or taking it to the back seat,,, also practice room sex, him & his partner watching themselves in the mirror,,, whew.

m - motivation

it would b so easy to get yug going with dirty talk. you could even just say something suggestive in passing, no intention behind it and suddenly yug would be a mess. even saying something new you think you should try, yug would want to try it instantly even hearing you say it.

n - NO

i honestly don’t know, i think there’s the typical things most ppl r turned off by that yug wouldn’t want to try, like feet.

o - oral

oh absolutely giving. like i said before, his partner sitting on his face being a moaning mess, their cum dripping down his face & neck as he holds them down and they grip his hair and ride his face.

p - pace

we all know he could go either way, depending on the mood and situation. but i think however his partner wanted it would be how he gives it.

q - quickie

he would absolutely be up for quickies if him & his partners r needing it. especially in the practice room before everyone else comes in.

r - risk

if his partner rlly wanted to try smth he would consider it and try it, UNLESS he rlly knew he wouldn’t like it. otherwise he’d b game to experiment.

s - stamina

he’s a god tier dancer of course he’s got great stamina, he’d b able to recharge quickly and go round after round until he shoots blanks. however, he would cum quicker & quicker the more rounds he did.

t - toy

he would own toys, but more for solo activities than for using on his partner. if his partner introduced toys to him & wanted to use them then he would & he’d have fun learning to do so.

u - unfair

oh this brat loves teasing more than anything, no matter if he’s domming or subbing. he’d love to edge and then overstimulate his partner to the point of crying.

v - volume

like i said before, absolutely LOVES loud sex. it lets him know he’s doing a good job and vice versa. especially if it’s cussing and dirty talk, it would make him absolutely feral.

w - wild card

he’d love being pegged. i’ve always loved the thought of sub/bottom yug and i still stand by it. he’d let his partner make him their bitch as a ‘one off’ but would never look back once it happened.

x - x-ray

hmmmm,,, even if he’s not that big he absolutely knows how to use it. and that’s what important.

y - yearning

he’d have a high sex drive once he’s committed, wanting to b around his partner as much as possible. wanting to show them how much loves them and pleasure them as much as he can.

z - zzz

i don’t think he’d fall asleep quick even if having sex before bed/at nighttime. in fact, i think he’d prefer to have it during the day and before he has stuff on during the day. he wouldn’t get tired from it either.

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dxf · 2 years

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internet secret | one. (m.)

college! au pairing: kim yugyeom x reader parts: one. | two. | three. description: you are a college student in need of making easy money. without jeopardizing your future or reputation, you decide to become a sex worker on onlyfans. you soon find out that the man you hate, kim yugyeom, randomly chooses to subscribe. but he doesn’t know who you are. warnings: this series contains mature language and will include sexual topics. read at your own risk words: 2.4k disclaimer: i do remember specifically reading a series on here that is the same idea. i would give credit to the creator of the series, but i do not remember their tag on here. and i can’t find it anywhere in my likes. if possible, i would like to know the creator so i can give credit where it’s due. so if anyone knows the original author, please tell me so i can appropriately credit them.

you were the first one in your immediate family to go to college. a four-year university. your family celebrated and congratulated you, but it was difficult to grasp that you were going away. it’s been a couple of months since then. you’ve moved into a modest apartment with your money, but you knew that your waitressing job wouldn’t cover the bills. so you decided to make some extra cash through onlyfans. you knew that you could be caught quickly by the students, the staff, and even family members. but no one has really noticed because of how you do your makeup and the surplus of wigs you have. it’s your only secret.

you’ve never dreaded coming to school before you met him. kim yugyeom. he’s never liked you for some reason. you’ve always kept your distance and barely interacted with him. his three friends, bambam, jeon jungkook, and jeong jaehyun, are always surrounding him. despite barely interacting with him, he’s always hated your guts. you then decide to hate him back. it’s a bit petty, sure, but who cares. unfortunately, you’re in the same class, and some of your classes overlap with his.

“hey y/n. you’re in my spot,” yugyeom says, hovering over you. you continue to sit there, ignoring what he has to say. starting an argument in the middle of the classroom is something you rather not do. “earth to y/n? did you hear me?”

“last time i remembered, the professor didn’t have assigned seating. besides, i’ve been sitting here for the quarter. so find somewhere else to sit,” you retort.

judging the look on his face, it seems that your answer did not please him. “i don’t care if you’ve been sitting here for the quarter. i decided that i wanted to sit here today. so move.”

“no yugyeom, sit where you normally sit. and please leave me alone.”

you felt his gaze on you, even though you weren’t looking at him. causing a scene in front of everyone would be left field of you, but you still wanted to put him in his place. “fine. but you’re not getting off the hook this time,” he mutters. not once did he turn away from you. it felt like he was staring right into your soul. not like you had one in the first place. perhaps yugyeom was just a high school bully who never grew out of that phase in college. but you didn’t want to find out since you didn’t care. if he tried to bully people to get his way, so be it.

after class, you made your way back home since it was the day’s last class. thankfully, you didn’t have a waitressing shift at your other job. you’re always contemplating why you keep that job since being a cam girl made you more money. then you remembered that you needed a backup plan to tell relatives. you wish they weren’t so damn nosy all the time, but alas, you can’t control what other people do. your business is yours, so why care about others.

once you get home, the first thing you do is take a steamy shower. it’s probably your favorite part of the day. you’re not sitting for long periods in a classroom or dealing with yugyeom’s nasty attitude. you couldn’t wrap your head around why he didn’t like you. it would make sense if you guys were high school rivals, competing with each other on who’s better, but it wasn’t until this year that you met. your first encounter with him was rather nice, in your opinion. you both greeted each other and sat next to each other in history. his body language read as friendly as if he wanted to make more friends. now you realize it was just a facade he put on. hopefully, you weren’t the only one who yugyeom decided to harass. but at the same time, you didn’t care to ask other classmates if he treated them the same way. asking meant you cared and only makes you seem desperate.

since you didn’t have to go into the restaurant today, you decided to make some extra cash at home through onlyfans. coming out of the hot, steamy shower meant for great content. you snap a few photos without your face, of course, and post them on the site. because of your number of subscribers, you silence your phone for the time being. you enter the kitchen to whip yourself some food before getting ready to go live for the night. giving yourself time to eat, you announce that you’d go live in about thirty minutes. today you felt like wearing an ombre gray wig and did your makeup to match your hair. feeling like you would still be recognized by the public, you pop in some grayish-blue contacts, completing the look.

the thirty minutes were up. you eat whatever was left on your plate then put it in the sink. everything was nice and tidy in your room, with no last-minute changes. you turn on your laptop and camera, getting ready to go live. the notifications on your phone signified many people were waiting. after some time, you were finally able to start your live.

“hey everyone, i hope i didn’t keep you guys waiting for too long,” you wink at the camera. there’s an influx of people joining, hoping to get some free content and nudity. “you all know the drill. there’s a twist today! fifty dollars for thirty minutes today! only for today, and it’s limited. i wish you all good luck.” the chat starts going wild. your direct messages are exploding in hopes they get a chance for a private room with you. you ignore the ones who threaten to harass you. one of the messages catches you off-guard. kyum? you thought to yourself. it was a familiar username, perhaps someone from your school.

kyum: i’ve never done this before, and i’m a new subscriber of yours. could you explain how this private live room works?

you giggle at yourself before saying, “for those who don’t know how the live feature works, you will get a private room with me for thirty minutes. i’d prefer to know who i’m doing business with, so i’ll also ask you to turn on your webcam and microphone. it wouldn’t be fun if only one of us had a show.”

kyum: thank you for your explanation and for not singling me out. can i do one-hundred for an hour, maybe? or is that too selfish?

you: awe, you’re so sweet. i’ll make an exception for you. an hour for a hundred :)

just click on this link and i’ll be waiting for you.

you end the live and get settled into your private room. their username is similar, but you can’t pinpoint where or why you know it. trying to find out where the username comes from is giving you a headache. kyum finally joined the live, but nothing was turned on yet.

“hey there, kyum! you said this was your first time? there’s no need to be shy. everything that happens in this room is only between you and i. you don’t even have to share your name with me unless you prefer to be called something,” you reassure.

they unmuted their microphone, “sorry about that, i’ve never done this before.” that voice. one you’re too familiar with. “you can call me kyum.”

there’s no way, you thought to yourself. that voice belongs to the person you loathe most. kim yugyeom. you start to freak out a little bit in your head. what if he recognizes you? what if he starts a rumor at the school and you get expelled? judging the expression on his face, you can really tell that he’s nervous. he’s genuinely not trying to figure out your identity or anything. a flood of reassures flows throughout your body, this is your job. you can’t be freaked out by one person. there’s been plenty of times when other students have subscribed to your stuff.

seeing yugyeom so nervous gave you reassurance, but it also turned you on a little. “so kyum, what brings you in today? a whole hour with me? is there anything you have in mind?”

“some of my friends actually referred you to me,” he sighs. “i don’t really get the point to these kinds of things, but i’m always down to try anything new.”

“okay. from what i’ve seen, here are some popular options. many people like being submissive and degraded. some like the opposite and like being dominant and in control. and some just like watching me play with myself. i’m open to all kinds of ideas, as long as it doesn’t break the law.”

he chuckles to himself, “i suppose i can try being dominant. does this include name calling?” as much as he is a bully to you at school, you can’t deny how sexy he is right now.

“yes, i can call you whatever you would like me to. you can degrade me to your heart’s content. you can also decide on what toys i use throughout the session.”

yugyeom takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular self. impressed would be an understatement. this man has a gorgeous body. you can’t help but stare at the screen. “instead of kyum, i want you to refer to me as daddy. and i guess i’ll try degrading you, although it’s way out of my comfort zone.” you want to call him out on his bullshit, but you refrain.

“yes daddy,” you say in a playful tone. you could tell that he’s caught off guard by the instant obedience. a bulge started forming in his gray shorts. he sat with his arms crossed as you began grabbing toys to pleasure yourself with. you feel his eyes piercing through you. this time, it wasn’t a demeaning gaze. it’s full of lust. he sits there and imagines what he could do with you if you were with him. his own imagination allows his boner to grow. he has a nice view of your ass while you look through your collection of toys. the hundred he paid is definitely worth it.

you take out a pink vibrator and press it on your clit. to spur him on even further; you bite your lip and moan loud enough so he can hear. yugyeom reaches down his shorts and starts slowly jerking himself off. you couldn’t believe the man who hates you most is now masturbating to you. “do you like showing yourself off like this?” yugyeom grunts. “do you get a kick out of me watching you?”

your entire face turns red. people ask this all the time, but the question coming out of yugyeom’s breathy moans makes you feel nervous. “i like it when you watch me, daddy,” you barely make out. you grab a dildo next to you and start teasing your own entrance. “do you like watching me? do i make you want more of me?”

yugyeom lets out a husky fuck. it’s been a while since you’ve gotten turned on by a customer. and it’s yugyeom nonetheless. despite how terrible he’s treated you in the past, you couldn’t help but want more of him. even if he’s moaning to you through a screen.

“ah, playing yourself turns me on so much, baby,” yugyeom says in a disheveled voice. his voice is pleasing to your ears. you notice that he’s picked up his pace quite since you’ve begun. closing your eyes, you could only imagine yugyeom and his fantastic physique. how he could easily dominate you and how great it would feel. you let out a rather loud moan before snapping out of your fantasy. “it seems like someone is enjoying themselves as much as i am,” he smirks.

“can i tell you a secret?” you huff out.

“go for it.”

“you’re probably the only person who’s made me feel this way in a while, kyum.” by the expression on his face, you could tell that he was not expecting that. his paces slowed for a bit before getting riled up again. your words made him feel better about himself and turned him on even more.

yugyeom takes off his shorts and underwear, exposing him to you entirely. his cock’s throbbing, leaking of pre-cum. you decide to turn over to where you’re now in the doggy position. you can’t see what’s happening, but his moans were all you needed. a string of curse words leave his mouth before saying, “can i cum to you?”

you bite your bottom lip, holding in a whimper. audio isn’t something you were typically aroused by. men asking for these private showings often acted as if they were compensating for the lack of some things. yugyeom’s hoarse voice is different. you kind of wish that he would degrade you a bit. ooh’s and ahh’s could be heard from the both of you, almost as if he’s right there fucking you. trying to desperately reach your high with him, you up the sensitivity of your vibrator a few more notches. just by listening to him, you could tell that yugyeom’s becoming more restless. yet he won’t cum unless you say so.

“cum for me daddy,” you squeal. yugyeom’s breathing becomes irregular. you flip over to on your back so you can see him release. his face flushed with sweat dripping down. the experience is more enjoyable than you could have ever imagined. with a few more pumps, he cums all over himself. that’s all you need to reach your own peak. he mutters more curse words to himself before you release. heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear from the both of you.

he looks down at himself, realizing the massive mess he’s made. “i suppose that calls for a shower,” he chuckles. you couldn’t help but giggle with him. “thank you for tonight, i haven’t enjoyed myself in awhile.”

“no problem, kyum; hopefully, you’ll turn up for more sessions?” you ask, hoping he’d say yes.

“you want me to spend more of my money?” he jokes. your face turns bright red. “i’m only teasing you. i guess this could be my guilty pleasure. an internet secret, perhaps.”

“an internet secret, huh? okay, i can get by that.”

“my name is yugyeom, by the way. you don’t have to say kyum anymore.”

“yugyeom? it was a pleasure doing business with you,” you smile. he returns it. he accidentally touches himself, remembering how sticky he is. “i guess we both have to shower now.”

“the shower is a must. thank you again, i’ll be going now,” he waves.

you wave back, “have a goodnight, yugyeom.” then sign off for the night.

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kpopimaginings · 2 years

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Kinky Headcannons - Yugyeom (NSFW)

A/N: While writing this I realised that I get really different vibes from Yugyeom now than I did in the jaywhypee days. I’ve kind of combined it all here and I hope you enjoy!

Switch - sub lean

Probably likes older partner, or a partner who can baby him a bit

Definitely the 'good boy' sub type

Praise kink

Very whiny

Likes eye contact during sex so prefers positions where you are facing each other

Or a conveniently placed mirror

Eye contact can be soft and loving or really intense

Doesn't mind being blindfolded, but likes it taken off before/as he cums

Enjoys the intimacy of sex

Not into anything that hard

Overstimulation is probably the kinkiest thing he is into, giving and recieving

When you do it to him he is so vocal and whiny

Keeps telling you its too much and he can't take it, but he never actually taps out and always tells you how great it was when you finish

But he gets his revenge next time he's feeling dommy 😉

He loves it when you just take care of him during sex

And again, will happily reciprocate when he tops

Will branch out occasionally if one of you is in a mood

Always checks in on you frequently if he's going hard, and asks that you do the same for him

Likes to use the traffic light system when checking in

NAVIGATION | GOT7 MASTERLIST

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dazz-linglight · 2 years

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Hey, Hey, Heyyy. I have a request for Yugyeom we’re reader just join the AOMG family and is really good friends with jay park and Yugyeom haves a crush on her but acts like he can’t stand her and as musch as she try’s talk to Yugyeom he still ignores her until one day he crosses the line and she cry’s and runs to jay park and he gets mad and talks to Yugyeom and he goes and talks to her with a happy ending please

( sorry it’s was long I was just so excited to send you this request) 💕💚💚

(heyy, I'm sorry for taking so long, hope you enjoy 💞)

Yugyeom knew about you for months before you joined AOMG since he came across one of your songs that was getting popular on Youtube and found you pretty besides talented. You had started as an in independent soloist posting your own songs and covers on youtube for a year and luckily getting recognized for those, your channel gradually growing until you got a message on Instagram from the Jay Park himself inviting you for a meeting and of course you accepted.

You met him in the office after lunch and brought a pendrive with the latest songs you produced that weren't on the internet yet for him to listen in first hand and the meeting turned out great. He was satisfied with most of the songs you showed and gave advices in between, wrapping up in a great mood by offering you the contract to become an artist under his label.

Jay and his assistant showed you around the company and you politely greeted everyone you saw, despite being nervous from meeting the experienced artists that now were your colleagues. Everyone welcomed you as you went on to the area of studios, which you could hear a faint beat coming from one, the sound muffled by soundproofed walls. Jay came up and opened the door to Yugyeom's studio where he was working on a new song with Cha Cha Malone. Both of them turned to look at the door where Jay stood in front of you before he stepped aside to let you in.

"Hey Cha Cha, Yugyeom, say hello to _____" They noticed your frame and Cha Cha was the first one to say hello when you bowed, followed by Yugyeom after the slight shock from seeing you in person for the first time passed.

"Nice to meet you, _____."

"Nice to meet you too."

You exchanged a glance and you smiled softly, not noticing the way Yugyeom's ears turned red. After that you bid goodbyes to go and see the remaining spaces there was to see and Yugyeom couldn't stop thinking about you for the rest of the day.

Yugyeom didn't know what to do with himself when you were around and this fact caused you to think that he disliked you. You wanted to get close and at least start a friendship with him but he seemed to avoid you as much as he could and it led to various misunderstandings left unspoken.

A month later you accidentally bumped into him while leaving one of the recording studios and said sorry immediately, not looking at his face you just bowed your head and left. He watched as you go, the moment passing so fast he didn't had the time to react nor say anything. He was still looking at you even from afar and of course you didn't know. You were all dressed up, you looked undeniably beautiful in that lavender dress you were wearing, also paired it with pearl heart earrings. He sighed remembering what he came to do and entered the studio next to yours.

You were honestly frustrated with the whole situation. Yugyeom never gave space for properly talking after the first time you met and you don't know what had gone wrong, so you resorted for having a conversation with Jay Park to try and solve this, exchanging a few messages to know if he wasn't too busy to receive you in his office.

He answered by saying you could come by in an hour, so you kept your mind busy with songwriting in the meanwhile, completing a few songs that were on your notebook. Time passed and you made way to Jay's office, greeting his assistant and asking her to make your presence known before he allowed you to enter.

"Hey, ______. How's everything going?" He greeted and motioned to the seat in front of him table for you to sit down. You approached and sat, showing a faint smile as he turned his attention to you.

"Everything going fine with my album, the team is great. There's just a little something that's been bothering me and I thought I should ask for your advice since you have more knowledge and I don't really know who else could help me in this matter." You vented a little and he raised an eyebrow.

"Go ahead, I'll try my best to help you." He urged you to continue and so you did, telling him about the awkward situations with Yugyeom, to the point it even made you a little emotional as you thought you did something wrong that caused this to happen.

Jay understood your stress and gave you a tissue box to help you recompose, promising to help you solve the case and sent you back. He called Yugyeom to come to his office and spent the next hour talking to him after he arrived. Jay now understood both sides and got to know the real reason why Yugyeom acted that way with you and advised him to be honest and come to terms with his feelings.

You are now about to leave the studio and while closing the door you sensed an unfamiliar presence, a tall one, so you slowly turned to face it and found Yugyeom staring at you. It made you nervous and you were about to ask if he needed something when he started talking first.

"You left this in Jay's office." You were taken aback, he opened his palm and you saw the ring your precious grandmother gave you. It was a vintage ruby ring, and you were kinda dumbfounded that you didn't even notice that it was missing.

"Oh my, thank you." You took it and placed it back on your pinter finger, right where it belonged.

"You're welcome." He answered and you didn't know what to do after, so you resorted into getting out of the scene.

"Well, if there's nothing else I'll leave.." You were ready to walk past him and he had a second of panick bubbling inside him.

"No, wait! There's something I want to tell you." He gathered the courage to finally admit what he's been hiding deep on his mind. "I don't hate you." He brought up what Jay told him minutes ago about your thoughts and saw your eyes go wide for a moment.

"Then why you kept ignoring me?" You lowered your gaze, waiting for his answer.

“I.. My brain goes blank when I look at you.. I think i’m going a little crazy.” You can feel your heart pounding a million times per second. "The truth is that I like you a lot and you make me nervous."

You couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. You believed you never sparked any interest from him and now he's right in front of you confessing.

"I'm sorry that I ended up acting like an idiot with you." He finished and you looked up to meet his eyes and found Yugyeom longingly gazing at you.

You were left speechless for a good minute and Yugyeom felt his this throat going dry with your lack of answer, his head travelling miles until you closed the distance to engulf him in your warm embrace, wrapping your arms over his torso.

"You're a fool, Kim Yugyeom." Your statement made him let out a relieved laugh as he mirrored your action and brought you even closer by placing his hands on your shoulders.

"A little bit, yeah. Will you let me make it up to you?"

"Only if you take me out for ice cream." You look up at him with a fake pout and a hint of a smile.

"As you wish, my lady." You blush from the sudden nickname as a bunch of imaginary butterflies takes place on your stomach, so you shy away from Yugyeom's arms and cover your cheeks with your hands.

"Are you free now?" You question him after recovering from the fluttering moment and he nods.

"Then let's go!" He takes your hand in his and lead the way out for the nearest ice cream parlor down the street.

Who would guess that the boy you once thought he hated you could be so sweet?

Days went by and he took you out on dates, to actually get to know each other, and slowly but surely couldn't help but like each other more each day. From going to the movies, to the park, to the beach and watching the sunset with cuddle sessions, to kisses, to staying at home and taking naps together after watching a tv show and supporting each other on schedules.

There were not even two months until he asked you to officially be his girlfriend, which you happily agreed.

#linawritings #got7 masterlist #got7 yugyeom #got7 imagines #got7 reactions #got7 x reader #got7 fluff #got7 angst #yugyeom x reader #yugyeom fluff #yugyeom imagines #got7 headcanon

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years

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Trading Secrets

GOT7

Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

Summary: After ending your year long engagement with Jaebum, your older brother Jackson made it his mission to be your personal hype man. However, while playing matchmaker, he unintentionally overlooks your own feelings.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Jackson's Younger Sis AU, rich kid au, themes of classism, mentions of bad exes, fluff, some angst, typos, etc.

A/N: I have been in a rut, so I've decided to literally speed run the requests I can do rn. I HAVENT CHECKED FOR TYPOS ILL COME BACK SOON ENOUGH maybe. this request has been here forever im so sorry it took so long T_T Also obviously this is fiction ok miss me with that BS TY

Meeting Yugyeom marked the end of an era, the end of my year long heartbreak, the closing chapter of the mopey life I lived up until that point.

He was the beginning of my sunshine, the reason I could walk with a skip in my step, it was the beginning of me feeling like myself again.

I met him at a gala, but not how you would expect. He wasn't one of our family friend's guest, in fact, he had nothing to do with Choi Youngjae's family at all, except maybe the fact he was their employee for that night. Yugyeom was a server for the party the day I met him.

I was in an emotional fit when he saw me at the gardens and he immediately felt awkward since he went outside to take a break from the stuffy atmosphere inside.

For a moment, he kept his silence, up until he decided it would be downright rude to just stand there within a few feet from me and not say anything.

"Did one of the snobby kids in the party fight you, or something?" Yugyeom tries with a lighthearted voice, hoping it would be better than asking if I was okay, when I clearly was not.

I jolted at the sudden sound of his voice, and managed a look at him. Since I was pathetic and prone to self-deprecation during this time, I simply agreed and casually stated, "yeah, my ex-fiancé was there with his next bride-to-be. It felt like I was the butt of everyone's joke, so yeah, I'd say it was a fight."

Yugyeom was not expecting that. But he did know about the dude who was flaunting his fiancé. How could he not when he was so bigheaded about her dress for tonight and the assests her father had. So, Yugyeom placed his pockets in his hands and asked, "was it that moron in the Im family? What's his face, Jaehyun? Jaeyoon, Jae-"

"Jaebum," I say, sniffling, "how'd you know?"

Yugyeom scoffs, "how could I not. He's a prick, even he knows it. Honestly, you're better off. The dude can't tip for his life. How is someone so rich yet so stingy."

I chuckle, shaking my head at the thought, "he wasn't always like that."

"Oh, baby," Yugyeom says out of instinct, it meant nothing to either person in the conversation, "don't defend him. He's not worth it."

It was at this moment, Yugyeom and I finally look at each other. Even with bloodshot eyes and a semi-runny nose, he decided in his head the view was beautiful. He suddenly felt even more annoyed by the idea of Im Jaebum.

"Thanks," I say, wiping my nose, "you gave me enough confidence to walk back in all the way to my car."

Yugyeom knits his brows, "what? Where you planning on camping here for the night?"

I chuckle, "I'm friends with the Choi's. It wouldn't be the first time I slept in their garden, although this time, intentional."

We both share a laugh. Yugyeom felt compelled to make the atmosphere ever more relaxed than it already was, and so he said, "I'll trade you a couple secrets, since you told me some."

Both a brow and a corner of my lips quirked up upon hearing this, "which part of the conversation did I tell you any secret?"

"The part where you talked about your ex and the fact you got shitfaced enough to sleep on grass."

"Hold on," I raise a finger, "I never said I was shitfaced, nor did I sleep on the g-"

"Whatever," Yugyeom laughs, "I got you rich kids all figured out."

Instantly, I feel standoffish and borderline provoked by this, but I keep it cool and only cross my arms as I throw him a face, "do you now."

"Yep," he pops the P, "you're the really rich type that doesn't even notice the fact that I accidentally stole caviar from the last party the Choi's had."

"Wait, wait," I feel my jaw drop, "how do you accidentally steal-"

"I was fixing my hair in the kitchen," Yugyeom immediately explains, "I had a jar of wax and I placed it on the counter top. I fix my hair, throw the jar back in my bag, except when I got to my gig, it was a fucking jar of caviar and not my hair wax."

I break into a laugh. Yugyeom watches my expression and matches my giggles. I shake my head and wave a hand, "wait, I have so many questions."

Yugyeom's watch beeps. He turns to his wrist and stops it, "well, they're gonna have to wait cause my break just ended."

"Oh, right... it was nice-"

"Do you want to get drinks with me after this?"

I am so stunned by his confidence that I nearly forget that he asked me a question. It takes him smiling at me, urging a response by saying, "any second now," as he did a small hop in his place. I break into another chuckle, feeling the need to wipe my nose, suddenly realizing I had just been crying before talking to him. Contrary to the voice I had in my head saying it was a bad idea, I quickly nodded my head and smiled back, "sure. I... I don't have anything better to do anyway."

That small voice in my head was wrong, getting drinks with Yugyeom after that party was the best thing that ever happened to me in a long time.

He and I would hang out every weekend, and he would take me to underground art shows, rap battles, and even dances showcases where he would perform.

I would learn when he wasn't hustling for extra money, he was dancing, either professionally as a backup dancer, a teacher, or in competitions.

Slowly he was seeping deeper and deeper into my world. The causal greetings I would give him if he wound up being a waiter at another party I was invited to would turn into shy smiles from across the room. The casual hangouts we had on weekends blossomed into much awaited dates that ended with kisses and promises of meeting next week.

Still, as much as my heart thumped at the sight of him, we were taking it slow and labels were sort of up in the air. I mean, goodness, he was close enough to me that he became friends with my brother. He was close enough with me that my brother trusted Yugyeom enough to drive me home when he was too drunk to do so.

So during one party on my older brother's yacht, said older brother Jackson put me in quite a tough spot, especially considering he personally invited Yugyeom after hanging out with him enough.

It seems in all of this time Jackson has seen me with Yugyeom, he didn't notice that I was practically making googly eyes at him, cause what did he do? He sets me up with Bambam.

Bam. Bam.

"Hi, Bambam," I chuckle, awkwardly reciprocating the hug initiated. Bambam was dressed to the nines, like he always was, glasses, leather shoes, gold watch, and all.

Jackson was watching from afar, arm around Yugyeom as he squealed and shook his friend, "I have a good feeling about this."

Yugyeom could only watch with disdain.

"That bastard Jaebum really did a number on her, but I think, since she's been talking about going out on dates lately, she might be ready to date again."

Yugyeom grinds his teeth, "she's been talking about going dates?"

Jackson turns to Yugyeom, the hand that was not around his friend was holding a drink, "yeah. She told me she was thinking about dating again, and I said I knew exactly the person she'd be into."

Yugyeom scoffs, "and Bambam is that?"

Jackson takes a swig of his drink, "duhhh! He's around her age, and he went to the same school she did. He's also in charge of the same department she handles in our company, so yeah. Match made in heaven, don't you think, Gyeom?"

Yugyeom, who was annoyed by the fact Jackson totally looked over him initially, suddenly felt like he was put in his place. He was none of those things. He didn't even finish going to university. He watched as Bambam nodded his head causally, making the neatly pressed clothes on his body move just a bit at the action. Then he looked at his ripped jeans and worn out combat boots, then suddenly he was acutely aware of how out of place he really was in all this.

The Wang siblings were gracious enough to make him delude himself into thinking he had a shot at getting the girl he liked.

He didn't know if it was the yacht ride or the realization that make him feel like barfing.

Yugyeom weighs the chances he has to get to shore if he just jumps off here and now.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he tells Jackson. Jackson nods and pulls away, moving on to mingle with the rest of his guests.

Yugyeom makes his way to the tiny bathroom and looks at his reflection for a solid minute. He splashes water on his face and wipes it off with bottom of his old band t-shirt.

He is surprised by whom he meets once he exits the room.

"Hey," I chirp. The smile on my face deflates when Yugyeom returns a gloomy gaze.

I find myself frowning, "are you okay? Are you seasick?"

"No..." he shakes his head. He can't help but feel tingly at the concern, and so he involuntarily chuckles in endearment, "I'm fine."

"Well, you don't look fine," I counter, offering a wide-eyed look. Suddenly, as he shifts in his place to lean against the wall, I realize something, "is this because of Bambam?"

Yugyeom, in all his casual confidence, tenses, nonverbally answering me.

"Hey," I sigh, catching his hand in mine. Yugyeom feels his entire being burn at the slightest of contact. I knit my brows, "Jackson's just trying to help me."

Yugyeom can't meet my gaze, "I know..." he offers a half-hearted smile, "he's right... you should end up with someone like Bambam."

"What?"

Yugyeom straightens himself up and tightens his hold on my hand. He looks down on me and sighs, "You're out of my atmosphere. Come on, we met at a party where I was a waiter. We're worlds apart."

I look at him with an incredulous expression, "the air pressure up there must have finally gotten to your head, huh," I mock, ripping my hand away from him to cross my arms.

He is unamused.

I sigh, "Gyeomie, do you honestly think if I cared about that, I would have my heart race when I'm around you like I always do."

"Well-" he cuts himself off once he realizes exactly what I said, "your heart races when I'm around."

I shudder out, "unfortunately yes, and you don't seem to want to take responsibility."

Yugyeom is at a loss for words. He opens his mouth and raises his hand, "I do. I do. I so do."

"Alright then," I hold back a smile, "I've told you a secret, now you tell me one."

Yugyeom perks up at that and immediately leans down as he places his hands on my shoulders. He peppers the side of my face, down to my neck with kisses, causing me to curl up at the sensation and giggle at the ticklish feeling. He pushes hair behind my ear then whispers, "I really, really, really want you to be my girlfriend."

#yugyeom fanfic #got7 fanfic #yugyeom #got7 yugeom #yugyeom fluff #yugyeom angst #jackson fanfic #jackson wang #yugyeom fanfiction #yugyeom imagines #got7 fluff #got7 yugyeom #got7 yugyeom fanfic #bambam fanfic

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eviebyme · 1 year

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*****i forgot to ask what for the GOT7 one. lol

https://at.tumblr.com/eviebyme/hi-i-wanted-to-ask-if-you-can-do-a-headcanon/9frby751u7c1

If you can please do the same for GOT7?

Hi! Yes, I can certainly do that 😉. Thanks for requesting!❤️

Got7 Kinks

Mark

He’s probably the most vanilla tbh

Being with a partner he finds sexy is usually enough for him

He prefers to stick with missionary or doggy

His kink would most probably be penetration, just the act of sex is enough and he doesn’t really like to step out of his comfort zone

He will silently judge you if you suggest anything too crazy by his standards

Jaebeom

I can see him having specific sensitive spots that will drive him crazy when they’re touched

Like he’s big into having his nipples played with or being pinched on his thighs or waist or something

To that point he probably has a specific body fetish. Foot fetish, breast, belly button. I can see him being hyperfixated (and turned on) by certain body parts

Likes having sex in public, but with no one around lol - like in a field or in a car. He finds it exciting but anything more and his anxiety takes over

Jackson

Ok guys, he’s a lowkey freak

Takes consent very VERY seriously because he knows he’ll mess you up lol

Hard dom- likes giving orders, inflicting pain, and teasing

Like leather and bondage

ALWAYS has a safe word, even if your intention is just making out

Jinyoung

Soft dom - he likes to give orders but is a huge softy and feels bad when he gets carried away

LOVES roleplaying - he’s always the dominant though. Like he really gets into it. He’s usually pretty reserved but once he’s into a role he completely changes into that character

Likes to blindfold and tie up his partner - but he only reaches this stage after being with someone for a while

Seems vanilla the first few times, but he is freaky trust me

Youngjae

Edging and being teased

Probably a switch or exclusively submissive

I can see him being turned on by certain articles of clothing - like knee high socks and a short skirt or lingerie. That will drive him wild. Even certain textures like silk or lace are incredibly sexy

Also, I can see getting turned on by cosplay of anime or video game characters - omg and maids!

Bambam

Soft dom #2

More of a Daddy/baby girl kind of dom

Loves to take care of you and loves to put you in your place

Giving massages (erotic massages ofc)

Probably the second most vanilla after Mark. He likes good old fashioned sex and literally just loves to be touched.

Yugyeom

Rough sex

Role play that results in rough sex (punishing, humiliating, etc)

I’m reluctant to say hard dom because he can come out of this role quickly - and he is not really a soft dom.

He will be very clear about consent and safe words too. His partner is always a priority, but sex is a way to release anger, so he usually wants to be totally clear

Loves anal but will never suggest it to his partner

Requests Open!

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 bambam #got7 mark #got7 jb #got7 jinyoung #got7 jackson #got7 yugyeom #got7 youngjae #got7 smut #mark tuan #Bambam #jaebeom #jinyoung #jackson #jackson wang #youngjae #yugyeom

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spacequokka · 1 year

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YG.one

Prompt: “Please, don’t leave.”

Silence. It was loud, stifling. It hurt.

Yugyeom hadn’t moved, didn’t dare to even blink. Had he really just said that? He didn’t mean it. You knew he’d never say that if he wasn’t so emotional.

You did that to him. Made him emotional when he wanted to be strong, manly. You made him soft around the edges. Jelly on the inside.

Vulnerable.

“What did you say?” You turn around slowly to face him, eyes narrowed, and the corners of your mouth turned down in anger. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean, Yugyeom.”

The venom in your tone hurt. It made him flinch as if you’d slapped him. He bit his tongue, not wanting to make the situation worse.

But then your hand was on the doorknob again. The click of it opening was like thunder in the silence engulfing him. He didn’t want you to go.

And that’s when he realized he had meant it. He’d say it a million times if it meant you’d stay.

With a shaky breath, he said it again. “I love you, _____.”

#got7 angst #yugyeom angst #got7 scenarios #yugyeom scenarios #got7 imagines #yugyeom imagines #got7 drabbles #yugyeom drabbles #yugyeom x reader #yugyeom x you

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blu-joons · 1 year

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

Mark:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know what to say.”

Jay B:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really had no idea.”

Jackson:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And we are with you.”

Jinyoung:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re always dramatic Bam.”

Youngjae:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Literally, shut up now.”

BamBam:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is definitely one of them.”

Yugyeom:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trust me, we already know.”

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kwanisms · 7 months

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please note that I am no longer actively writing for got7 and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.

many of these works have sexual content (18+ mdni)

♤ - angst | ♡ - fluff | ♧ - smut

◎ first time ♧ i.jaebeom

╰┈➤ oneshot; 3.1k; y/n's first time with her idol boyfriend

◎ second time ♧ i.jaebeom

╰┈➤ oneshot; 3.1k; ever since her first time with her boyfriend, y/n has felt like he was holding back. so she decides to see for herself what he's really like in bed.

◎ never mine ♤ w.jackson

╰┈➤ oneshot; 2.3k; jackson has fallen in love with y/n, only there's a problem. Jinyoung is her boyfriend.

◎ the day death fell in love ♤♧ p.jinyoung

╰┈➤ oneshot; 12.5k; they say you only become a grim reaper if you've done something terrible in a past life. Whether or not that's true, Jinyoung didn't care. He had a job to do and he did his job well, guiding souls to the afterlife. That is, until he met y/n.

ⓘ Graphics made by me. Content and support banners made using a template by cafekitsune. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All writing and graphics are ©️ kwanisms.

#got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 fanfiction #got7 fanfic #got7 angst #got7 fluff #got7 x reader #mark tuan x reader #jaebeom x reader #jackson wang x reader #jinyoung x reader #youngjae x reader #bambam x reader #yugyeom x reader #got7 masterlist

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onewmin · 1 year

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the perfume on the shelf. pt. 3 | bangchan

Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader (surprise lmao)

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, descriptions of blood and gore, profanity, mental issues, injury descriptions, angst, clichés (I’m a fan of them), typos, the reader’s confused about everything. Flashbacks in forms of memories, a flashback in a form of a dream

Author’s note: the longest part so far!! I had planned to put a lot of things in this one, so here you go. If you came here to read a simple story of two friends falling in love - sorry, not gonna happen lmao. All plot twists have been planned beforehand lol. More important characters are introduced in this part too. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!!

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Part 2 | Part 4

Unlike every other guy you dated, your first love was the one who broke your heart.

It wasn’t cheating, toxicity or lack of closure — it was you two growing up. Dating since the senior year at school, you had lasted for almost four years, being together at college too. You remembered the first time he and Chan met; what really got engraved into your memory was him tensing up immediately while shaking Chan’s hand.

“Don’t be an ass”, he ran the hand through his hair — a habit of his when he was annoyed.

“I’m not”, he cupped your face and forced you to hold an eye contact. “I just don’t trust this guy”.

“Maybe you’re just jealous?”, he let out an exhausted sigh in response. “Yugyeom. Be honest”.

“Want me to be honest? ‘kay. He didn’t look at you like, uh, you look at friends. Y’know?”

You glanced and him, noticing a glimpse of something you’d never seen, something… You had no idea what it was, although, it would have been wrong if you said you didn’t like extra attention Yugyeom was giving you after that encounter with Chan.

Putting his hands on your waist, you took a step closer — it hadn’t been your first time, but it never ceased to give you butterflies how Yugyeom’s eyes always darted from your lips to your eyes whenever you got closer. Standing on the tiptoes, you gave him a wet, slobbery even, smooch on the lips, that always got him taken aback. In a gross way, of course.

“Ew”, the usual response. “You’re disgusting”.

“But you still love me, right?”, you put your arms around his waist, hands landing on the small of his back. Taking his nodding as an affirmation, your head was on his shoulder. “There’s nothing between me and Chan. We’re just friends. D’you really think I would be hanging out with someone who’d be, like, flirting with me or something?”

Yugyeom sighed again. “No”, his embrace on you tightened. “I know you wouldn’t. It’s not you I don’t trust”.

“Okay, let’s have a deal”, you raised your head to look at him. “If he ever does something… Some shit that you’re talking about, I’ll block him everywhere”.

“In real life too?”, a soft smile on his lips made the corners of your mouth quirk up too.

“Everywhere. And I’ll tell you immediately. Deal?”

“Deal”.

“Great”, having smacked his butt with extra ferocity — watching him hiss as if he hadn’t been used to it — you stood up straight. “Let’s go”, you offered your arm to him; Yugyeom gladly followed your command, giving you a quick kiss on the temple. At that moment you were confident him and you would be endgame.

But the high school friend and sweetheart, the boy you were going to follow to the end of the world… Some months after that conversation, just after you turned twenty-one, he got a chance at the Ivy League university and left. And then you grew apart. Just like that, the name of the love of your life (or so you thought) was erased from your stories, and never replaced. But that’s something you wouldn’t tell anyone, not even your therapist.

You’d get into the details before the breakup: how you two dated, how he got an opportunity to be an exchange student, how excited he was to be able to stay there; his rare homecomings, your gut screaming about the two of you facing the cliff’s edge. But the jump itself? The way it made you feel? And how you had been filling the void Yugyeom left with all those narcissistic assholes? No, never. You’d rather talk about another toxic guy you’d been seeing than spill the beans about Yugyeom. He was blocked, not Chan; the latter wasn’t even close to the blacklist of your life.

However, probably, not for long.

He didn’t respond to your texts; so you thought he’d understood and let you go. Cut you off, the way you asked him to. Though, it hadn’t made it much easier for you; him not responding got you overthinking every little thing he had ever done.

That was the way the emotionally abusive men would treat you: cut you off after confessions, brag about girls they flirted with while dating you. Chan wasn’t like them, was he? He wasn’t. He wasn’t. You rejecting the possibility of him being a total asshole seemed like a way to give excuses.

Were you projecting again? Or did the rose-colored glasses just fell off when you decided to look the other way?

A breathy sigh left your mouth. Closing your eyes, you put the whole weight of your body into your hands, which were now pressing onto the printer. It wasn’t exactly your way to calm down, but crying in the office wasn’t the best option either. You’d wait till the evening, you’d wait till home and your cat. You’d lie down on the floor, next to her bowl of food, and sob while petting the girl, who’s be loudly chewing her food. Not your first time crying like that, so she’s used to it.

Having done thirteen copies, the printer “beeped”, dragging you out of the never-ending flow of thoughts. Not the job you dreamt of, to work from nine to five and to always be buried under the piles of documents.

Unlike you, Chan didn’t give up on his dream, you proceeded with the reminiscence of the past, unlike you he became what he had always wanted. What was the point in listening about your talent for writing if you quit it the moment the first publishing company rejected you?

Chan didn’t refuse his passion; he kept on working, having his bones and heart broken, losing friends and lovers. In the end, that’s where he was: on a pedestal, with his music and new, loyal friends. You were there too; in comparison with people, who surrounded him, you were standing in the corner, fingers interlocked with so much pressure your hands were turning red; eyes never on the main man, but always glued to the floor. Sometimes it seemed as if you had enjoyed not fitting into many friend groups you were apart of in the life — however, the reality was different.

“Talking to people is hard”, you told your therapist. “It takes every bit of energy from me to, like, start a conversation. It’s like, I feel like an idiot. And I think they also think I’m an idiot, y’know?”

“And why, share with me, please, why would they think you’re an idiot?”

“‘Cause… that’s what I’m scared of? That people will think of me as a constant embarrassment?”

Two years of therapy, and yet still, you were there — right where you left your true self. You wondered, especially recently, who you were in reality. With no coping mechanisms in forms of self-destructive jokes, escapism and avoidance. Who were you?

You had asked the question too often, and it all started several months ago, when you found yourself expressing nothing over the a mistake in the report instead of humoring yourself in another self-depreciative joke. Your boss even asked if you were alright; everyone was used to you joking, always and every time, about everything.

“Do you understand why you didn’t joke?”

“Maybe ‘cause I don’t know if that’s what the real me would do”.

This shit? Deep, your therapist admitted. However, the path to find that real persona of yours was full of thorns and pits, and you felt at a loss. The situationship with Chan didn’t help, it only added more questions. And you were prone to leave them all unanswered.

However, last night you’d made the right choice. Or so you thought.

The clock got to ten A.M, and you were staring into the screen of your computer, not having a single thought about numbers in your head. Another report to be done by tomorrow morning. Although, how could you finish some stupid report when Chan didn’t even care to respond? No “Ok”, no “Got you”, nothing. What an ass.

“Are you alright?” Eunjoo peeked from her computer (her desk was joined to yours, so she had always been right in front of you).

You nodded. “Yeah. Just couldn’t sleep at night”, you rubbed your eyes, feeling the typical intense stare from your friend.

“Your eyes look red. Mine usually appear to be like this when I cry a lot. Did you cry?”

Appear to be like this, girl, why do you always have to talk in full forms and elevated language? Especially at 10 in the morning?

“D’you want me to lie or to tell the truth?”

“Truth, always”.

Before you could open your mouth, the manager walked in the office you were sharing with the others; Eunjoo and you both started working too effectively, the sound of your nails, clacking the keys of the keyboard filling in the room. Five minutes later he was gone.

“So?” Eunjoo wasn’t the one to forget easily, you learned it the hard way.

You sighed. “I had a food poisoning of some sort. Spent half the night on the toilet”.

It wasn’t exactly a lie: you did have a poisoning — though it wasn’t food, but Chan. You got poisoned by his smell, his silky lies and gentle touches; he was the villain of the story, who found the easiest way to kill the person he had no use of anymore.

And so he got you addicted to him leaving pecks all over your face, tickling you, so that he could stop abruptly to cup your face. His poison was in the love, that lacked in being in love, in true, required feelings. So he gave you that poison in a form of everything you wanted; and you gladly took it, holding onto the hope of him falling in love with you.

It never happened. And you couldn’t wait any longer — nothing would have changed. You’d still be his friend, his fling, his situationship. And he? The first guy after Yugyeom who treated you right, the first guy in years, he was unreachable, so close, and yet so far from you. His head in the clouds, thinking, dreaming of her, the girl who had broken him in so many pieces, you weren’t sure it was able to collect what was left of his once big and open heart.

“You should go and see that doctor I’ve told you about”, Eunjoo was quick to proceed with another lecture. “And also, stop eating junk food. Your digestive system will be thankful”.

“Yeah, of course, mom”, you mumbled and got back to the Excel file, to the thoughts in your head distracting you from the work you were supposed to finish.

Your phone started buzzing randomly, as if it was reflecting the caller’s personality in details.

“What’s up, Minho? I’m at work”, you answered quietly, turning your head left and right to watch out for your boss.

“Chan’s at the hospital. Car accident. Come here now”, the call ended, and several seconds later the message with the hospital’s address was delivered to your phone.

Your phone was still glued to your ear, that same Excel file opened on the screen. Only the numbers were becoming blurry, as if you had taken off your glasses, and the clacking of keyboards, exhausted huffs and Eunjoo’s lecturing was replaced by a ringing in your ears. You remembered wiping wet cheeks, rubbing your eyes and standing up — it all seemed to be in slow motion.

“Eunjoo, I have to go to the hospital, Chan got into a car accident. Tell Mr. Kim, please”.

Taking your bag in your hands, seeing Eunjoo opening and closing her mouth, but not hearing her or anyone else’s words, you marched to the elevator. The eyes didn’t well up anymore, hands weren’t shaking. You spent the elevator and the taxi ride, keeping your composure. Politely speaking to the driver, you asked him questions and answered his.

At one point, it seemed as if nothing had happened — Lee Know hadn’t called you, you hadn’t received any news. Nothing. If there was something you were great at, that would be suppressing your emotions to the point where you couldn’t feel anything, no matter how much you wanted to.

Slamming the taxi door, your hand flew to your chest, grabbing skin at the left side. A strange tingling within, somewhere inside your ribs. You took a deep breath, telling yourself it’s nothing, gaslighting yourself yet again.

Every step to the hospital echoed in your ears, as if you’d been a titan walking among humans, a step of yours destroying buildings and killing people. Everyone stared — or so it seemed.

Minho’s face was the first thing you noticed after entering; he was there, at the entrance, stomping his feet and glancing at his watch. And what you’d never expected from him was a tight hug he put you in.

“I’m glad you here”, his voice was quiet, calm even — but underneath that tranquility you caught a slight crack. “His parents are on their way. They were traveling, y’know”. He let out a chuckle, and stood next to you, hands on his hips.

Minho was saying something else, you couldn’t really catch what; instead, you observed him. The way he stood there, his confidence and pride slowly washing away by this wave of anxious foot stomping and nail biting. Minho didn’t look anywhere but at the floor — and that was the first time you watched him to be like this: almost broken, nervous, scared.

“What happened?”

Apparently, you interrupted Lee Know’s non-stop blabbering; he glanced at you and gulped, nodding to some thoughts in his head.

“Th-The taxi driver, uh… He was overtaking the traffic, y’know, how they usually do”. A deep breath taken by him. “They were on a highway, uh, and he, uh — I mean, the driver — didn’t see a deer on the road.”

Minho ran his hand through the hair. “So, uh, he, the driver, had to… Maneuver? I’m not sure”, he chuckled nervously. “I didn’t really catch what the police officer was telling me. Feels like my head’s going to explode”.

You took him by the hand and led him to the chairs in the waiting room. Minho’s leg was bouncing uncontrollably, his left palm covering his face. And you were there, holding his hand, and being that calm friend, the one who never lost composure.

“He was coming to see you”.

Ah, shit. The powerful figure of composure, that was holding all of your emotions hostage, felt a stab in the back. It was a small injury, which couldn’t really shake the composure off; but the cut was slightly bleeding.

“What?”. A breathy sigh left your mouth — the bottled up emotions had reached your throat.

“He called me”, Minho leaned back in his chair, and you got involved in an intense eye contact. “Asked me if he was in love with you. As if I’m his personal advisor or whatever”.

“I told him that he was. And he promised to be late, so I assumed he was coming to see you”.

Another stab in the back, in the same exact spot. And then another. The Composure fell to the ground, almost breathless, still having a slight grip on the Fear. And in the next second, the Composure’s hand was cut off, swiftly and violently. The Composure fell into a million pieces, above her, with a bloody sword and watery eyes, was towering the Guilt herself.

“What?” Your breathing fastened, and your lungs seemed to be empty the moment you let another word fall from your mouth. No biting inside of the cheeks, no breathing techniques, no fists clenching helped anymore; your glasses suddenly got fogged up and your hot breath was mixing up with tears, falling on the hem of your shirt. “What?”

It was the last thing you said before Minho hugged your shaking body, letting you wet his shoulder, and muffle cries in the crook of his neck. You were never close; Chan used to nag how he hated that you and Lee Know, his best friends, weren’t close to one another. But in that moment, sobbing in each other’s arms, you were closer than ever.

They told you Chan had a severe concussion and a broken rib.

“In other words, he’s lucky not to get any more injures”, the doctor had told you and Minho. Chan’s parents were flying from Argentina, where they went to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary, so they wouldn’t show up in the next several hours. The two of you were by yourselves, sitting outside the intensive care, where he was still kept in. He was unconscious, but was becoming stable as the time progressed; the doctor reassured that he’s be put in a regular hospital room by tomorrow morning, if his condition got better at night.

Three cups of coffee from the local machine for you, and four for Minho. The two of you didn’t utter a word in the last few hours; however, you didn’t need to. You found each other’s presence comforting, and the silence wasn’t awkward — it was supportive in some way. You brought snacks, remembering how Chan mentioned Lee Know loving cheese flavored chips; and he bought you a latte, also learning from Chan it was your favourite coffee. It never ceased to amaze how Chris memorized every little detail about the people he loved; and now, sitting there, scrolling the news absent-mindedly, you knew, finally knew that he loved you too. But did it really matter now? No. The only thing that you cared about was him to wake up and be okay. Your feelings, your love had been waiting for half a year, they would be able to wait one more day.

Chan’s manager was there too: he was marching from one corner of the hall to another, declining calls and responding to some of them, just to scream at the reporters through the phone and aggressively sip on his coffee.

“Han, cut it off”, Minho almost moaned, after another series of loud stomps from Jisung. “Go home and wait for my call”.

“Go home?” Jisung narrowed his eyes. “And do what, exactly? Sit down and watch TV?”.

An exasperated sigh left Lee Know’s mouth. “I dunno. Anything. You’re only being annoying here”.

“Minho”. You said quietly. They both had a temper, throwing tantrums like toddlers wasn’t an unusual occasion for them. But not in the hospital, not while Chan was here.

“Alright”, Han sat down; slapping his knees, he leaned back and closed his eyes. “I’ll be quiet until I get another call from those vultures”.

“So, you’ll be quiet for three seconds?”

“Shut the hell up, Minho”.

Sandwiched between two similar, dominating personalities, you felt the atmosphere shift, from the irritation to quietness once again. The idea of Minho and Jisung shutting their mouths even for three seconds seemed to be the best one so far.

You followed Han’s example and leaned back, feeling the coldness of the wall through you shirt. Eunjoo had been texting every hour, checking on you and the situation, and even used a contraction once. You gave a half smile after receiving the message — to use informal grammatical forms was unacceptable for Eunjoo; that’s how you knew: she was worried too. Yeah, everyone was.

Closing your eyes, you heard Minho sigh and mumble something; he was probably cursing at the news on the net, where every “celebrity source” had been delivering information about Chan. Most of it was fake, because the press didn’t know anything but the fact of the accident. You also wanted to be famous once; however, now you were glad you weren’t.

You didn’t even notice how the heavy weight of the day started lifting from your shoulders, dozing you off. You didn’t realize how long you were asleep, but you were dreaming the entire time.

“Doesn’t it seem weird to you?” Chan asked, chewing on another strawberry from the bowl.

“What exactly?” You were exhausted because of the heat; lying on the couch in his family’s country house, a fan blowing directly at you, you only wished to be put in an ice bath.

“That you don’t feel anything”, he leaned back to the couch, head turned to face you. “This is what you’re saying all the time, isn’t it?”

“Dunno what you’re talking about”, you muttered, breaking off the eye contact.

“You do”, he stood up from the floor and flopped on the couch — precisely on your legs. You groaned and tried to set yourself free, but he didn’t even move a muscle.

“Get off!”

“Not until you tell me the truth”.

“What ‘truth’ d’you wanna know?”

“Why do you pretend to be heartless?” His question hit right home, right where your therapist had hit you thousand times already.

It was difficult to appear a heartless bitch to Chan, he saw right through you. And if you told him now… That would be a good way to start opening up, your therapist would admit it as progress. But could you really open up? Could you let him peek through your walls, the ones you had put long time ago to protect yourself from pain? Could you let him know everything so that he’d be able to hurt you?

Could you let yourself be vulnerable in front of your best friend?

“It’s easier”, you shrugged your shoulders. “Helps me live in this world”.

“You never told me why it’s easier”.

“There’s no reason”.

“Really? Your dad isn’t a reason either?”

“Why are you asking me all these weird questions, Chan?”

He let out an exhausted sigh. “Because I care about you, tiger. And I’m worried ‘cause you never share. I wanna help you, if you ever need me to”.

“Thanks. But I’m okay. No need to worry”.

He never asked again. You never brought it up. You had no clue he hadn’t accepted your answer, he was just waiting. Waiting till you came to him, tugged at his sleeve and let him take your pain and worries away by listening and being there, by letting you know that he wanted to hear everything you had to say. But you never did. And so he waited.

You didn’t know he chose that, but you decided to wait too. As long as it took for him to wake up, get better, you’d wait. For him, you’d wait for eternity.

A week and a half had passed since the accident. Chan was still unconscious.

The doctors said his concussion had caused such a condition and didn’t give any promises on when he would wake up. Just unclear prognoses to his parents, telling them he was stable enough to come back. They were hopeful; you tried to follow their example and put on reassuring smiles; Minho, on the other hand, started getting too realistic with his negativity. Eventually, he collapsed on the floor in the hospital room, sobbing, while you were sitting there too, trying to hug him, to help him let it out. Though, the two of you couldn’t even imagine how hard it was for his parents.

Taking your bag and closing your apartment door, you had yet another ride in the elevator to go straight to the hospital before work. Your boss was understanding enough not to penalize you for leaving on the day of the accident.

The underground, then the bus. A ten-minute walk to the hospital, talking to Chan’s parents, catching Minho before leaving, sharing breakfast with him. The usual ritual, the one you started getting used to, unfortunately.

However, today you came out of the bus thirty minutes before you regular schedule. With your punctuality issue, you wanted to appear strictly on time. And so the coffee shop you had always passed by on the way seemed like a good idea.

Not many customers, a couple of people occupying two tables respectively. Soft music was playing in the background, and the barista smiled at you, offering you their drink of the day.

“I’ll have a latte. With, uh, banana syrup”.

The girl at the counter said something about five minutes, and you nodded, taking a step back and started observing the menu absent-mindedly.

“You don’t change your coffee habits, do you?”

A very familiar voice. Furrowing your brows, you turned around to face grinning Yugyeom, whom you hadn’t seen for what seemed like eternity.

“Yugyeom?”

A stupid question to ask the man, standing in front of you in the flesh. But he nodded, the corners of his mouth still turned up. You returned the smile almost automatically, as you used to do, when the two of you were together.

“Are you in a rush?” He asked. “We could… talk”, he pointed at his table, and you nodded. Having asked the barista to bring you the cup, you sat down in the corner of the cafe, Yugyeom in front of you.

“Didn’t know you were back”, you uttered.

“Came back around seven months ago. I got a job offer here”.

“Where?”

The name of the company didn’t speak volumes to you, but it didn’t matter. For some reason, seeing his face during such a moment seemed like a message. Maybe everything would be alright.

“I heard what happened to Chan”, he continued, eyes glued to your face. “Are you okay?”

“Im fine”, you huffed, taking a sip of the coffee.

“You don’t have to lie”, his voice was soft, silky almost, and long time ago it drove you to dizziness all the time. “I know when you do”.

“Why didn’t you show up after coming back?”

Yugyeom tilted his head back and let out a laugh. “Changing the subject, as always”.

“I did it, so don’t change it back”.

He crossed his arms at the chest, his drink long forgotten. “I did show up. Turned up to your apartment complex, like an idiot-“

“How did you get my address?”

“Asked your parents”.

You sighed. Of course. “Why ‘like an idiot’?”

His mouth twisted; you knew he was being nervous when he did that. Why would he be nervous?

“‘Cause… I still hoped for something, y’know. We never… We never said it was over forever. So I thought, hoped we’d go back together eventually. And, uh, when I came back… I wanted to come back to you too”.

You lowered you head, watching yourself clenching and unclenching your fists. You two never drew the line in your breakup, really, but when two years had passed, you couldn’t wait for Yugyeom’s magical comeback anymore. And so the flings became relationships, endless circles of hell, until you reached the ninth, the one with the devil himself.

“So I bought your favourite flowers. Got dressed up, thought I’d take to the restaurant you wanted to go to when we were in college. And I was waiting for you”.

You cleared your throat. “You didn’t… We didn’t meet back then”.

“Yeah, we didn’t”, he nodded. “I spent a couple of hours in my car. And then I saw you, coming out of the building. With Chan. Uh, I mean, that wasn’t a problem, you are friends after all, I thought. But when… When you two basically started, uh, making out on the car hood, it was pretty clear you… That you wouldn’t be delighted to see me”.

You felt your ears burning; holy shit. You remembered the night: it was the second week of your the new and still mysterious affair with Chris; the tension was so palpable you could cut right through it. It ended up with the two of you kissing everywhere, in any dark corner, where no one could see you. And you were scared someone would; however, you could have never imagined the person who actually did see you was Yugyeom.

Maybe if he did show up, interrupting you and Chan, maybe, you thought, you wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. There would have been no tears, no emotionally draining sex, no breakup texts, and no accidents. Maybe Chan would have been at home now, quietly watching TV in safety. Not in a hospital room, injured, unconscious.

“I don’t know what to say, Yugyeom”, you muttered under your breath.

“Don’t say anything”, he asserted. “I’m not guilt-tripping you. It’s been too long. The fact that I haven’t moved on doesn’t mean you haven’t either”.

You were going to answer, but your phone started buzzing. Seeing the name on the screen, your heart skipped a bit, expecting to hear the worst.

“Minho?”

“He woke up. Come here now”.

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DRABBLE FOR LIM JAEBEOM:

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“Aish, so noisy this morning.”

If Jaebeom had whispered that in your ear twenty minutes ago you’d would’ve thought he was talking about the hammering, thunderous sound of rain hitting the roof above you and the glass panes of the window to the left of you. The rain often wakes the two of you up in the wet season if your alarms or the cats don’t first, and it’s a nice, oddly calming way to wake up.

But you know that he’s not talking about the rain at all, in fact, he’s talking about the noises your making.

The ones you’re making because of the way he shoves his hips into yours, his thick cock splitting you open over and over. He’s so hard, and rough and deep it’s hard not to make noise, in your defence. He’s got you face down in your shared bed, your cheek smushed to the soft cotton of his pillow and your cunt dripping onto his side of the bed, his breathy voice hot against your ear and neck.

“You’re gonna’ wake the neighbours baby,” he murmurs, followed by a deep, guttural moan when you clench down on him, “gonna’ get another noise complaint.”

You don’t care, how the fuck could you?

He’s pressing you down, your back to his chest, his arms wrapped under your chest and pinning your arms against yourself, his face pressed to your neck and fucking you so deep you could swear you feel him touching your teeth. He’s drunk on you, drooling onto you and half saying words before giving up on them to focus on you, but you know they, the neighbours who makes those complaints, will never understand how it feels to have him like this.

They’ll never understand how it feels to have him, pussy drunk and diamond hard inside of you, stretching you out and fucking you full, or how it feels to have him whining into your ear or kissing your lips when he comes because no one but you has ever, or will ever, know what it’s like to have him like this.

Because everything you like about fucking, the closeness, him, his girthy cock, the security, the dominance that’s so interwound with care and love, his voice in your ear and his heartbeat so close to touching yours, is happening in this moment, and all those other moments that have earned you other complaints. And it’s happening because he’s taken the time to learn you, to learn how to fuck you to make you loud enough to wake two floors of neighbours.

He’s taken the time, put in the effort and cares enough to make sure that every time you two fuck, it’s exactly, exactly, how you like it.

You’re grunting because of the force and depth, you’re crying out because of the stretch, you’re shuddering because he’s got a stray finger brushing your clit and you’re moaning because you fucking love him.

Because he deserves to hear those noises, to revel in your moans and screams and sobs and whines because he’s earned them, they’re because of him.

You turn your head, mouthing at his jaw and nose pressing to the short cropped hair right above and in front of his ear, your eyes closed, desperate to have him know that this? You? Everything you do, like doing his laundry, eating the food he cooks even if it’s something you’ve never had before, listening to hours of new/unreleased/half finished music so he can have your opinion, rubbing his back out before and after concerts and practices, and letting him hammer his cock inside and letting him fill you with searing ropes of come is all because you love him, truly and dearly, love him.

“Love you,” you try to say, but it comes out in harsh, breathy grunts and you pair it with squeezes around his throbbing dick, knowing he’s on the precipice of a mind melting orgasm by the way his whimpering and moaning your name and knowing even better, that he comes the hardest when you tell him how you feel, “feel so good, so thick Beommie, so full, love you so much Beommie’.”

“Oh baby,” he quietly cries out, voice so similar to when he reaches those high notes in his music, your cute pet name for him his favourite thing to hear when your voice is as breathless as it is right now, “fuckin’ love you, love this pussy, my pussy, oh god-“

He comes and comes, shaking and shuddering against your back and grunting and panting like a dog against your neck, high pitched whines and the slow but harsh grind of his hips against the plush flesh of your ass as he uses your soppy cunt to completion is not enough to get you over the edge too, but you’re happy to give him a few minutes before you roll him over to take what you deserve.

He’s murmuring against your skin and kissing over the side of your face he can get to, worshipping you in the best way he can as his limbs grow fuzzy and his brain melts. You let him kiss at your skin as he pulls out, feeling the swarm of warmth peel down your inner thighs and clit and eyes rolling closed at that sensation.

“My pretty girl,” he whispers against the back of your neck, trailing down the curve of your spine as his arms leave your chest and his hands find purchase against the fat of your ass, rolling and squeezing at your skin, “love my pretty girl, let’s me do whatever I want to her cause’ she loves me.”

You sigh, rolling your neck and arching your back when you feel his warm breath wash lower and lower down your back, a little grin spreading your lips when you realise not only what he’s about to do to you, but also because he knows why this is all happening.

Repayment for using your body however he likes is often repaid in an hour long session of him mouthing and sucking and licking at your come filled pussy until you pass out or cry if he hadn’t made you come during. And sometimes, you’d hold off on letting yourself come when he was inside of you just so you could feel his tongue lap out his own come out of your cunt.

And sometimes, he did it just because he could, because you’re his as much as he is yours and sometimes he did it purely because that was the end goal in the first place, and filling you with his come first was just an added bonus.

And you weren’t one to deny him that what he wanted to do to your body, it rarely, if ever, ended in disappointment on your end.

“Love you,” he whispers and kisses into the small of your back, resting his cheek on your back and drawing circles over the red patches of skin his hips left on yours with one hand and trailing the other down to swirl in the mess of come on the highest part of your inner thighs, “love my baby.”

The rains still pouring, still making noise even if you aren’t anymore and you suppose it’ll continue to hammer down when he gets his mouth on you in a few minutes but you watch the rain hit the glass of the window and listen to it plunder against your roof and sigh, because despite the rain being loud, you know there’ll be another noise notice on your door in the morning because you’ve been louder. But it’ll probably just join the other three in your recycling bin, and you’re pretty sure there’ll be another one joining it in a few days, and a few days after that one there’ll probably be another.

Your neighbours just don’t understand what it’s like to be in bed with Lim Jaebeom, and nobody but you ever will.

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Suits: 1

-> Being a CEO of a big company has its perks, except for meeting the one. After you sign up for a dating app for the elite 1 percent, you match with someone who is just as rich as you. Is love truly in the cards for you both?

CEO!JAYB X CEO!READER

Smut warnings: Spit, bitting, slight bondage, slight breeding kink, marking, etc. Rough to Passionate.

"You joined a dating site to not match with anyone?" He asked, taking a sip of his champagne as he listened to you try to explain why you joined, cutting you off as he leaned closer to you, his mint breath gracing your cheek as he made his way to your ear. "So, you don't want me then, Y/N?"

R/N: Random Name.

Love, to some, is a luxury.

Love takes time, energy, and attention. All things that you could afford to give away to anything else but work.

"Ms. L/N, come on. The investors are on line 4 and are desperate to talk to you. Are you sure you can't arrive to this meeting late?" You shook your head as your secretary followed behind you, her own heels trying hard to keep up with your own as you continued to make your way to the meeting you had put off for about a month. You could afford to reschedule this meeting as you had rain-checked them three times already. You turned around to face your secretary, smiling softly as you fixed your outfit. "You've worked for me for far too long to not know how to tell whether or not the investment is good. I'm trusting you to figure it out. Don't disappoint me, R/N. Also, make sure no one contacts me while I'm in this meeting and for two hours after as I can tell I am going to need lunch after this."

You were the CEO of a top entertainment company. You had some of the top stars in the industry underneath you, along with a sub-skin care brand, a clothing line, and you started to dip into cosmetics. You had your foot basically on everyone's necks in every industry you joined.

"Good Afternoon, gentlemen.'' You smiled as you entered the room, shaking hands with the men who were around the room before one ushered over a man wearing a dark blue suit. "This is our CEO: Nam Jikhoon." You shook his hand, ushering for him to take a seat as you thanked him for waiting through the many rain checks. He waved it off before turning and sliding over his business card. "I think it's time we talk business, don't you think Ms. L/N?"

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"He wants 20 percent of the company."

You leaned back as your secretary stared back at you in disbelief. "He brought nothing to the table other than his film company. It may be one of the best, it isn't on top." You sipped your wine as your secretary handed you the file she had on the company, shaking her head. "I can't belive he wasted your time three times for something that could've been a quick no over the phone."

"Be nice, R/N. This job is all about getting connections and maintaining them. You need to learn that if you ever want to have your own company. Now, I wish to eat lunch in silence." You winked at her as she left the room, returning your attention to your wine and salad.

You were mid-way through your salad when your phone began to ring, annoying you as you wanted to be left alone while you ate. Your annoyance left your body when you heard the voice. "Good Afternoon, Ms. Y/N. I assume you're having a busy day by the tone of your voice."

"Not anymore, Mrs. Lee. Have you found anyone who matched with me?" While you were busy with your job, you wanted to make an attempt at finding love.

So, you joined a match-making service for the elite: all the top rich people making up the 1 percent. You had a few people vying for you after rumors spread that you were a black card member (top member), but you didn't like any of them.

"Besides Mr. Jikhoon, who you rejected not only on the app, but in person today during your meeting?"

You scoffed as you drank some wine, swirling the wine as you remembered his poor attempt at trying to ask you out on a date with his entourage by his side. You also remembered his face falling after you rejected him in front of all of his entourage.

"Besides him, there is the only other black card holder who joined this morning." You perked up, sitting up as that had gotten your attention. To have a black card, you had to have large enough earnings and have a specific set of guidelines. Basically, you have to be filthy rich.

"I guess I caught your interest. I will set up a dinner for the two of you to meet tonight, so clear your schedule and wear your best." You nodded, placing the now empty wine glass down, and called your secretary back into the office. "Clear my schedule after 4. I have a date."

The date was at a very exclusive restaurant in Seoul, which only allowed certain people in. Call it posh, but it was for the security of the rich people who they let in from the media.

You fixed your dress as you stood in the elevator, going to the top floor. You had to admit, for the first time in a while that you felt nervous. You bit your bottom lip as the elevator reached the floor, opening to show a velvet and romantic-themed dining room, tables spaced out to various areas filled with top stars and politicians. You followed the waitress to a secluded corner, ignoring the eyes of people who watched you. You didn't care whether it was from envy or from who you were being led to sit with, choosing to focus on the man who was making your heart race.

When you reached the table, you mentally thanked Mrs.Lee for her pick. At the table sat a man wearing a red suit with a sheer shirt underneath. His hair was a bit messy but in a neat way that you wanted to run your hands through his hair. As you sat down, you noticed the man's eyes slowly rake up your body to make eye contact with him. He took a sip of his drink as the jazz in the background slowly became white noise as you both made eye contact. It felt electric. You both couldn't rip your eyes from one another, finding not only comfort but lust in each other.

"So this is the famous other black card holder? Pretty." His voice was deep and gravelly as eyed you, making you feel like you wanted to hide in your chair. "Same here. You look amazing Mr-" "Lim. Let's just keep this first meeting to a last-name basis."

Okay, that's fine.

"Alright, Mr. Lim. You look amazing."

"So do you, Ms. L/N. Mrs.Lee worked her magic."

You wondered how his small compliment made your heart race and your cheeks become hot. He had such an effect on you, yet, you both had just met.

That seemed to be the feeling all throughout the date. Small compliments from the other that made you both blush and made the lust that you both tried to hide come to the surface slowly. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, even when his hand held yours, then trailed up your arm to your shoulder, and then to cup your cheek. You cursed softly as goosebumps appeared in his wake, a smirk coming to his lips at it. When you did the same to him, his eyes darkened instead. He bit your thumb before he cursed lowly, leaning back to quickly place a wad of cash onto the table before ushering you to the private bathrooms as he couldn't sit through a car ride; he had to have you right then and there and if it took having sex in a bathroom at an expensive restaurant, then so be it.

He kissed you as he locked the door behind you both, your lips fitting together as he took off your gloves, then removed your dress. He kissed around your neck feverishly, biting you when you began to remove his own suit, making you whine. As you finally got all of his clothes off, his lips left your body to pin you to the wall again, picking you up to wrap your legs around him.

"So sweet baby, letting me take you to the bathroom like this," He whispered into your ear, biting your neck again as he pushed into you. He gave you no warning as he began moving his hips, moaning against your neck as you clenched around him. You ran your hands through his hair, whining as he moved faster.

You had one-night stands before, most ending with an unsatisfying climax, but with the man who was currently cursing and moaning as if his life depended on it, you were sure it was going to have a satisfying end. He tossed his head back to finally meet your gaze, his tongue moving out to wet his dry lips as he panted, his fingers digging into your thighs. "You're so tight, baby. Clutching me like I'm gonna leave you before you cum all over my cock," He hissed as his jaw tightened, kissing you once more, his hips rolling to hers, making you both groan into the kiss.

As he picked up the pace once more, you let your head fall back as he leans down to wrap his lips around your nipple, moaning as you tightened once more, finally cuming as he picked you up, fucking you into the air. He gave you a moment to calm down before dropping to his knees, placing you onto his shoulders as his tongue shoved into you, cleaning you hungrily, making you dig your nails into his shoulders and tug on his hair, the man's eyes looking up at you as he cleaned you before tossing his head back, roughly spitting back onto you before going back in. "Taste so fucking good. Why the fuck do you taste so fucking good, goddam," he asked roughly, kissing up your body before turning you around to face the wall, pushing back into you before kissing your shoulder, moving his hips roughly, snapping into you every time you cursed, which was every time you moaned, which was good for the both for you.

Mr. Lim kept you coming.

Multiple times.

He fucked you around the expensive bathroom, not giving a shit if anyone heard you two or came in on you both. He had to have you constantly screaming on his cock, and then on his face. By the time he had come once, you had come almost six times.

As you calmed down, he held you against his chest as he leaned you both against the sink. He ushered for you to look up at the mirror, chuckling at both of your disheveled appearances and slightly foggy mirror. He leaned forward to draw a cat on it, chuckling as you did the same with a bunny. You found the moment adorable, despite how you both were just fucking like rabbits.

He kissed your shoulder before gathering your clothes, placing them on the counter next to you before putting on his own, you both turned around when your phone rang. You opened your purse to see your driver calling you, asking if you were ready to leave as the restaurant was about to close. You nodded, telling him that you were on your way out now before hanging up.

"Gonna leave me, Cinderella?" Mr.Lim asked, wrapping his arms around you to kiss your cheek, making you lean back into him. You nodded, smiling as he put on your gloves, pulling them up your arm carefully before he handed you a card with his number on it, the front being his business card. You decided to look it up later, patting his suit pocket before walking out of the steamy bathroom, leaving the man speechless and now more interested in you.

As you got into the backseat, you looked at the card the man had given you, smirking at his name.

"Nice to meet you, Lim Jaebeom"

Jae arrived at his own car a few moments after you had left, sighing as he told his driver to take him home. He was honestly tired, tossing his head back to rest on the seat as his mind flashed back to you. You, your body, the beautiful sounds you made- his mind replayed the whole interaction in his mind.

As he felt himself smirk, he reached into his pocket to try and find a piece of gum, only to be met with your panties that you had slipped in there at some point during the makeout session. He bit his lip, asking his driver to drive faster, needing to go home fast to deal with his problem that was now becoming painful.

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"Alright, Ms. L/N. Today you have one meeting with the CEO of a popular fashion, music, and art brand. He should be sitting in your office waiting for you." You sighed as you thanked your secretary, tired as you wanted to just kick your heels off and relax before the next company meeting that you had to fly out for.

"Ah, nice to see you again, Ms. L/N." You gripped the doorknob as you turned to face Jaebeom, who was leaning against your desk with some wine you had on your desk now in his hand, a smirk on his lips.

"Do you have a moment?"

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