#TK was like 'you met my parents and got all of my embarrassing stories - so it's my turn now'

[howtosingit]

I love that TK is like the polar opposite of anybody meeting his bf’s parents. He was legit so thrilled and excited, “dying to meet them” and I’ve been married for a couple of years and I’m still nervous as hell when my in laws come around LMAO.

TK Strand is a charmer and a little shit and he totally knew that he would get Carlos’s parents to love him in, like, ten seconds flat once he met them (which, sure, isn’t exactly what happened, but to be fair he didn’t have all of the necessary information to anticipate that outcome). I bet he’s come to realize that most people find him irresistably cute, and he plays that card whenever he possibly can 😅

#TK was like 'you met my parents and got all of my embarrassing stories - so it's my turn now' #I love his energy! #I love how in love he is! #it's everything I always wanted for him #tarlos #Anonymous #asks

[marjansmarwani]

that’s alright, my heart is okay

2.8k || ao3

The Reyes come to dinner, Owen shows up late (with the limes), and TK has some words with his father. But most of all: Carlos has a victory, and TK and Carlos share some moments. -------- A 2x11 coda

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Yes this coda took me forever to write, but here it is: the dinner scene I wish we had gotten to see. 

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It was the third muttered curse that brought TK into the kitchen. The first two had caused him to look up from where he was setting the table, but the third slightly louder and forceful “fuck” from his usually even-tempered boyfriend grabbed his notice. 

“Anything I can help with?” he asked as he stepped into the kitchen area, surveying the scene to locate the subject of Carlos’s ire. 

“No,” Carlos responded, voice weary and full of frustration. “I just can’t get this damn sauce to thicken.” 

“Maybe add more cornstarch?” TK suggested. “What?” he said defensively when his boyfriend tossed him a surprised look, “I pay attention! How could I not,” he added, stepping closer and placing his hands lightly on Carlos’s hips as he closed the distance, pressing himself against the other mans’ back, “watching you in the kitchen might just be one of my favorite pastimes. It’s really something to behold.” 

He was rewarded by the sensation of Carlos’s body shedding some of its tension at his touch and a slight shiver as TK’s words brushed across the exposed skin of his neck. He pressed a light kiss on the side of his neck and watched as he took a deep breath. 

“You’re right, that should help. Could you grab it for me?” 

TK pulled himself away from Carlos to cross to the cupboard with the backing ingredients. He grabbed the box of cornstarch and headed back to Carlos, stopping short and holding the box just out of his reach. “Only if you relax,” he said and Carlos raised an eyebrow. 

“Is this a negotiation?” 

“Yes,” TK confirmed. “I hate seeing you so tense. They’re your parents, Carlos. They love you and that’s not going to change, no matter how runny the sauce is.” 

“I know that,” he admitted, looking back down at the pan simmering on the stove. “I just want everything to be perfect. It’s their first time officially meeting you, and I want them to love you as much as I do.” 

“I hope not,” TK quipped, “that could get awkward.” When Carlos didn’t return his grin, he sobered. “I get why you’re nervous,” he admitted, “I’m nervous too. But stressing over the food or swearing at your stove isn’t going to change that. All we can do is relax and be ourselves because that’s who we want them to see. Us, just like we always are. We make a pretty good team, remember?” 

Carlos turned down the burner and stepped closer, wrapping a hand around the arm holding the cornstarch and pulling it down so he could step closer to TK, “We do,” he asked with a soft smile, “don’t we?” 

“Always have and always will,” TK confirmed. “Besides, if we can handle my parents, we can handle anything.” 

Carlos chuckled and leaned forward, stealing a kiss before he stepped away again, holding the cornstarch. “There is that,” he agreed. 

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Carlos is surprised by how normal it all is. 

From the moment his parents arrive, they fall into a rhythm. His mother apologizes for messing up TK’s name that one time, his dad gives him shit about it. TK jumps in, tossing him a teasing smile and then they’re all smiling. There is the brief crisis of the limes but TK swoops in, saving him from his own anxiety as he so often does. From there though, things go smoothly. He watches, a fond smile on his lips as TK patiently answers all his mother’s questions about growing up in NYC only to turn the tables and get her going about stories of his own childhood. He fakes a scowl when his boyfriend grins at him after a particularly embarrassing story, but he knows it doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s pretty sure it’s impossible to feel anything but complete bliss at this moment: watching his parents banter and laugh with the man he loves in the home that they share. It felt so surreal, but also so right. 

After a few more stories though, he felt the need to stand up for himself: “Mami,” he protested in a tone just short of a whine as his mother finished telling TK of the time he had run through the family bbq naked at the ripe age of 2. “Really?” 

“It’s cute!” she defended, and he shot a look at TK when he snickered. 

“Oh c’mon Carlos,” he retorted, grinning at him, “it’s not like you haven’t heard all the embarrassing stories from both my parents already. It’s only fair that I get some from your childhood as well.” 

Carlos rolled his eyes, but he had to concede the point. Both Owen and Gwyn had been more than willing to share stories from TK’s youth during their time spent at the Strand house - there had even been pictures involved. But the mention of TK’s parents brought something else to mind. 

“Did your dad say where he was on his way from?” he asked lightly, not wanting to cause any undue worry, “it’s been a while.”

Too long for the two mile distance between the two homes, he added to himself. 

Though he didn’t verbalize his concern he could see TK coming to the same conclusion as he frowned and glanced at the clock on his phone. He bit at his lip before he rose from the table, phone in hand. “I’m going to call him real quick,” he said, “excuse me.” 

He stepped away and Carlos tracked him with his eyes, well aware of the panic TK was trying to hide. TK placed the call and Carlos pulled his eyes back to his parents who were both watching him. 

“¿Todo bien, mijo?” his mother asked softly. 

“Sí,” he responded quickly but when his dad raised a skeptical eyebrow he sighed, “Owen had surgery a few days ago, and TK’s worried. He’s not exactly known for taking it easy and TK is concerned he’s going to push himself too hard.” 

“What kind of surgery?” his father asked. 

“To remove the last of a tumor from his lung,” Carlos responded absently, his gaze turning back to TK who was lowering the phone from his ear with an anxious look. He got up from the table, crossing over to where TK stood in the living room. 

“Hey,” he asked gently, “what’s going on?” 

“He didn’t answer,” TK told him, looking at him with fearful eyes. “Carlos, what if…”

“No,” Carlos said firmly, “don’t go there, Ty.” 

“I can’t help it. What if he tried to do too much and put too much strain on his lungs? What if…”

“Try calling him again,” Carlos urged, “maybe he just didn’t hear his phone the first time. If he doesn’t pick up, we’ll figure something out.” 

TK took a deep breath and nodded, tapping at his phone again and lifting it back up to his ear. Carlos watched anxiously as it rang, heart sinking when the voicemail picked up again. TK met his eyes and Carlos hated that they were so full of fear. 

“Okay,” he said evenly, “we can go over there, just to make sure everything’s okay.” 

“But your parents…” 

“Will understand,” Carlos said firmly. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure everything’s fine. It’s probably just a simple mix up.” 

Before TK could respond the phone in his hand began to vibrate. He barely gave the screen a glance before he answered it, speaking quickly into the phone, “Dad? Are you okay?” 

“Of course I am, sorry I missed your calls. I just got tied up while running errands, I’m on my way now. I’ll see you all in a few minutes.” 

TK hung up the phone and looked at Carlos, who gave him a smile, “See,” he tried, “he’s fine.”

“Is he though?” 

“What,” Carlos asked, “you think he’s lying?” 

“You don’t?” 

Carlo had to concede that it all did sound fairly suspicious, but there was no point in dwelling on it now. “He’s on his way here and we can figure it out then,” he said instead. “It’s going to be fine.”

TK took another deep breath, chasing away the last remnants of panic before he nodded, squeezing Carlos’s hand. 

“You’re right,” he agreed, “and we should really get back to your parents, we’re being rude.” 

Before Carlos could so much as protest, TK was crossing the room and sliding back into his seat at the table, a wide and bright grin plastered on his face; masking the anxiety Carlos knew was still roiling through him. He followed suit and the easy conversation flowed between them - TK as it’s eager facilitator - until there was a knock on their front door a few minutes later, as promised. 

Carlos watched as TK crossed to the front door, opening it to reveal his father, holding a bag of limes triumphantly. 

“I hope this means Margaritas,” he said jovially, his bravado never wavering under TK’s analytical gaze. He offered no explanation for his prolonged absence and after a moment, TK seemed to accept the inevitable as he stepped aside to let his dad in. 

He gave no indication that he was anything less than perfectly content as he facilitated the introductions, but when Carlos caught his eyes out of the gaze of the others he shook his head and Carlos understood: he wasn’t letting it go, but he would wait. He was almost certain his boyfriend had zero intention on letting his father leave their home tonight without answers. 

So he followed suit, squeezing TK’s arm in silent support as they passed in the kitchen; following along as he made conversation. Despite the tension it was still an enjoyable night and Carlos was still marveling at how easy this all felt. It felt as if it should have always been. This was further reinforced as his mother insisted on joining him in the kitchen to put the final touches on dinner. 

As they stood side by side, transferring the food from the pans to platters she leaned into his space, placing a hand on his wrist and squeezing it gently. “I like him Carlitos,” she whispered, eyes on the group at the table, TK laughing at something Gabriel had said. Carlos followed her gaze and could help but smile wider when TK met his eyes. 

“I like him too, Mami,” he agreed, “an awful lot.” 

She smiled at him, eyes moist as he patted his wrist again, “I’m so happy for you, mijo. All I’ve ever wanted for you was to find someone to love you as much as you love them.”

Carlos turned to his mom, meeting her eyes for a moment and seeing the moisture in them. He gave her a smile and set down the dish he was holding, placing a hand on top of the one resting on his wrist. 

“Me too,” he agreed, “and I did.” 

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Eventually, they parted ways for the evening. 

The Reyes left first: Andrea with a kiss for both the boys and Gabriel with a hug for his son and a handshake for TK. Carlos saw them to a door and with a wave in Owen’s direction, they were gone. 

Carlos shut the door behind them and silence fell over the living area as TK looked to his father. He tried for a smile, but TK didn’t return it. 

“Are you going to tell me what you were really doing? What actually happened?” he asked instead, and Owen froze. TK could feel Carlos coming up behind him, silently offering support but he didn’t pull his gaze from his Dad’s face. The silence stretched on and eventually, TK shook his head. 

“Thanks for bringing the limes, I guess,” he muttered, turning away. 

“TK…” 

“What, Dad?” TK asked, his tone exhausted. “Are you finally going to tell me what’s going on? Are you finally going to listen? Because if not, I don’t think there is anything more to say.” 

He turned and walked to the door, feeling both Carlos’s and his dad’s eyes on him the entire way. He opened it and turned back, eyes seeking his father once more.

“I think you should leave, dad.” 

“Son,” Owen began again, walking towards him. 

“You’ve made it painfully clear that what I think isn’t important. I just want you to be safe, to do what is best for you but it’s like talking to a brick wall!” he exclaimed, causing Owen to freeze and Carlos to step closer. He closed his eyes and took a breath - yelling wasn’t going to help anyone. 

“I can’t help you if you don’t want to help yourself,” he said instead. “But I want to help you, dad. I just want you to be safe.”

“This is about something bigger than you or me, TK,” Owen said instead and TK had to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes. 

“It always is, isn’t?” 

He watched as his dad’s expression faltered. Then he shook his head and walked towards the door, pausing next to TK. He glanced at him and for a moment looked like he had something to say. TK waited but a moment later Owen shook his head and stepped out their front door into the night. He took one step down the path before pausing and turning back. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow” he said, and TK wasn’t sure if it was more a promise or a question.  

“I guess that depends on what you have to say.” 

With that TK shut the door, pressing his forehead against it and closing his eyes. He stayed like that for several moments, until he felt the warm weight of hands on his shoulders, rubbing soothing patterns against his skin. 

He opened his eyes and turned so he was facing Carlos, who was studying him with concern. 

“I’m okay,” he told him softly. “He’s just…” 

“Frustrating? Stubborn?” Carlos offered. 

“Infuriating,” TK concluded with a groan and a shake of his head. 

Carlos hummed sympathetically, “But he’s also your dad, and I know how much you love him and care about him.” 

“I do,” TK agreed, “which makes this even more frustrating.” 

They were quiet again as they each considered the implications of the last few minutes before TK flopped forward with a groan, burying his face in Carlos’s chest. “I’m sorry he ruined dinner with your parents,” he muttered into the material of his boyfriend’s sweater. “I know how important this was to you.” 

Carlos laughed lightly and wrapped his arms around TK, “He didn’t ruin anything.” 

TK pulled his face from Carlos’s chest to give him a dubious look and Carlos continued, “Yeah, maybe he could do with a second impression,” he conceded, “but he didn’t ruin anything. They came and we all had dinner together. My parents and the man I love all ate dinner together in our dining room, and it was fine. Better than fine actually: they really like you.” 

“You think so?” TK asked, unable to keep the uncertainty from his voice. 

“I know so,” Carlos confirmed. He grinned at TK for a moment before his expression shifted and he reached out a hand to caress TK’s face.

“I never thought I’d be able to have this,” he admitted. “For so long I figured it was either my family or whoever I decided to date, never both. But,” he added, a smile spreading across his face, “someone very smart told me that nothing ever stays the same. Turns out, they were right.” 

“This person was very smart, you say?” TK asked, a grin breaking through the cloud of emotions. 

“And handsome,” Carlos added. “and kind and a terrible cook, but I won’t hold that against him.” 

“I think their cooking skills have likely improved,” TK quipped, playing along. “But you better be careful Reyes, they sound like they might just be a keeper.”

“They are,” Carlos agreed, “and I intend to, for as long as they want.” 

“I can’t speak for this mystery man,” TK replied, “but I think the answer to that might be the same. I don’t think he has any desire to go anywhere else either. I think you might be stuck with him for a long time.” 

“That’s good,” Carlos agreed, leaning forward to press a soft and gentle kiss to TK’s lips, “because my parents kind of like him; I think my mom would be upset with me if I let him slip away.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” 

Carlos hummed, pulling back just enough to see TK’s face; to memorize this moment of all of his childhood fears being proven wrong. It had happened in small bits each, a little at a time, but this moment — a kiss shared in their living room after dinner with his parents — seemed to be the culmination. He never wanted to forget it. “No,” he agreed, a smile on his face as he ran a thumb over TK’s cheek, “we can’t.” 

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #my writing #911ls #userkimmy #userjilly #userac #usermaximus #tuserjamie #tuserpaige #userbones #maizsnex #hierophvnts #buckybarnesalways #reyeslonestartag #immortalstrand #guaranteed I am forgetting people #but I'm tired so I'm sorry

[sunshinestrand-inactive]

I Will Never Desert You

Day 4 of Tarlos Week: Tarlos and Owen + Fun

Read on AO3

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“How does this shirt look?”

TK looked from the television to Carlos who had just stepped into his bedroom from the bathroom, holding his arms out to the side, showing off the nice pale blue dress shirt that hugged his torso. It was the third shirt that Carlos had shown him since he had arrived to pick him up.

He raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the shirt you wore when we -”

Carlos nodded quickly to silence the question. “Yes it is, let’s move on.”

TK shook his head, a smile on his face. “It looks perfect, Carlos.”

“Are you sure? Because I have a couple more that I can -”

“Carlos!” TK called to quickly stop the tangent he was about to venture into. He rolled off the bed, standing up and walking over to Carlos. “You look good, okay? I promise you.”

Carlos’ face relaxed and he nodded, sighing. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” TK whispered, wrapping his arms around Carlos’ neck. “I’ve never seen this side of you before. I don’t understand, you’ve been around my dad plenty of times since we’ve begun seeing each other. So why are you nervous now?”

Carlos ducked his head. “I don’t know. It just seems different now that we’re official, you know? He went from being Captain Strand to, well, my boyfriend’s dad and it just has a different meaning now.”

“Hey,” TK whispered, using a finger to bring Carlos’ head back up to level their gazes. “I understand, babe. But you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“I’m just afraid that I’m going to mess it up.” Carlos mumbled, his tone so unsure.

TK’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why do you think you’re going to mess it up?”

Carlos shrugged. “It’s just a lot of pressure.”

“It’s not,” TK assured him. “He’s going to love you. You just need to be yourself, your sweet and charming self and you’ll win him over just like you did me.”

Carlos gave him a half smile before taking a deep breath. “Okay, I think I’m ready.”

“Good, now let’s get out of here before that shirt finds itself ripped open again.” TK joked.

Carlos groaned. “Please don’t, I already had to try and awkwardly explain to my mama why the buttons needed to be sewed back on.”

TK grinned, biting his lip before grabbing Carlos’ hand and pulling him from the bedroom.

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They found themselves standing in front of the house that TK shared with Owen twenty minutes later. Carlos insisted that he needed a moment before they went in. When he finally turned to look at TK and nodded his head, TK grabbed the doorknob, opening it.

“Hey dad, we’re here!” He called through the house as they kicked off their shoes.

“Kitchen!” Came Owen’s voice in return.

TK grabbed Carlos’ hand and led him through the house until they came to the kitchen where they found Owen at the stove. He looked up as they entered the room, smiling. “Hey, you two.”

“Hey.” TK said casually, slipping into one of the seats at the island, his hand still connected to Carlos’.

Carlos swallowed hard, nodding his head in lieu of a greeting. “Captain Strand.”

Owen chuckled. “We’re not on shift, Carlos. You can call me Owen.”

Carlos shook his head. “No sir, I think that if my mother ever heard me call an adult by their first name, there would be hell to pay.”

“Well then, how about Mr. Strand?” Owen suggested.

Carlos offered a smile. “I can do that.”

“Alright, now that name formalities are out of the way. Do you want something to drink, Carlos? I have beer, wine, iced tea or one of TK’s mineral waters.”

“Um.” Carlos started, looking to TK who gave him a look of complete understanding and nodded his head. “”I’ll take a beer, please.”

“Of course.” Owen said before turning to the fridge to grab one, along with a water for TK, passing each drink to their respective owner. TK pulled Carlos towards him to sit down on one of the other chairs.

“So Carlos, I hope that you like chicken pot pie.” Owen said.

Carlos took a sip of his drink. “I do.”

“Good, because I’ve been told I make a mean one. I had a lot of practice, it was TK’s favourite dish as a child. Literally any time we asked him what he wanted for supper, he always said chicken pot pie.” Owen explained.

“Awe, how cute.” Carlos said, turning to look at TK who was giving them an open mouthed look of surprise.

“Dad.” He whined. “Couldn’t you have waited like an hour before talking about my childhood?”

Owen pretended to think. “No. You have to start early in the night in order to fit all the stories in, son.”

TK rolled his eyes, taking a drink of his water. Carlos couldn’t help but to smile, feeling his body slowly beginning to relax. TK must have noticed because he squeezed Carlos’ hand underneath the counter. The room went silent after that as Owen finished up the pie to put in the oven and by that time, Carlos' stomach was beginning to growl.

“I’ll be right back. I just have to use the bathroom.” TK excused himself, sliding off his chair. He went to move but Carlos gripped his hand tightly and TK looked from their conjoined hands, to Owen’s back, and then to Carlos.

“You’ll be okay, babe.” TK whispered to him. It took Carlos a moment before he nodded and released TK’s hand from his grip. TK smiled and leaned over, placing a kiss onto his cheek. “You’ve got this.”

Carlos smiled and watched as he disappeared around the corner. He swallowed hard, looking back to Owen who was just taking the pie out of the oven and setting it down onto the counter.

“I want to thank you, Carlos.” Owen said, startling Carlos from his thoughts. The younger man looked over to Owen, confused.

“For what, Mr. Strand?” Carlos asked, frowning.

“For being there for TK.  He’s told me a lot about you since we’ve been here and the way he talks about you, you make him happy Carlos and that makes me happy for him. He deserves happiness. He has always deserved it. I appreciate you not giving up on him.”

“I agree he does but I would never give up on him, Mr. Strand. Whatever he needs, whenever he needs it, I’m there. I will try my very hardest to make sure that he’s the happiest he can be.” Carlos said.

“You’re a good man, Carlos. You really are. I’m glad that TK found you.”

“Me too.” Carlos whispered, smiling to himself.

“Okay, what’s going on in here?” TK asked as he entered the room again, looking between Owen and Carlos.

“Nothing, just having a conversation.” Owen said innocently. “The pie is done, are you ready to eat?”

TK looked back and forth between his father and his boyfriend with an accusing look in his eyes. “Yeah.” He mumbled slowly and Owen nodded, transferring the pie to the table. TK looked to Carlos. “What did he say to you? Please tell me he didn’t embarrass me.”

Carlos smiled, shaking his head. “No. It was nothing. Just talking about work.” He assured him, wrapping his arm around TK’s waist and pulling him into his body. “Hey, have I ever told you how happy I am that we met?”

TK narrowed his eyes at him, a smile sneaking its way to his face. “No.”

“Well I am. One of the best moments of my life.” Carlos whispered.

TK swallowed hard. “Mine too.” When he spoke, his voice was thick with emotion.

“Do you guys need a minute or are you ready to eat?” Owen called from the table.

“We’re coming.” TK replied before turning back to Carlos. “I told you you had nothing to worry about.”

“That you did. Now the next step is you meeting my parents.”

TK widened his eyes, his mouth falling open and Carlos almost broke out into laughter at the pure horror splayed across his boyfriend’s face. “Yeah, remind me to talk to you later about that never happening.” TK said before turning around and walking to the table.

Carlos smiled as he watched him, shaking his head. He really never had anything to worry about when he was around TK. If this was the life that was waiting for him, if this was what it would be like, he would never have to be afraid.  

#tarlosweek2020 #911 lone star #tarlos #paige writes #userkimmy #userjilly #officerrxyes #usermaximus #brilliantbanshee #i was determined to put something out #i hope you all like it!

[ace-angel-judas]

New Member

New Member: So I wrote this after talking to @justmochi and I loved writing it! Jiyeon belongs to herself, she is not my character. 

Synopsis: Jiyeon is accepted into GOT7. She moves into her new dorm, she meets with Rebels, the group sharing a dorm with her new team.

“So, we do have dorm mates,” Jaebum explained, “They are nice people,”

“Two of them are girls,” Bambam smiled, “You won’t feel so alone,”

“Jackson likes their leader!” Yugyeom laughed.

“I do not!” Jackson whined.

“You do too!” Youngjae teased Jackson, “It’s okay Dae! Your prince Jackson is here!”

Jackson yelled in embarrassment, Jaebum laughed softly as the leader opened the door to the dorms. The dorms were a small two-story house with a living room, dining room and kitchen on the bottom floor with four rooms upstairs plus two bathrooms.

A short pink haired girl poked her head out from the kitchen as the boys and their new member walked in, her eyes went wide as she skipped happily over to Jiyeon.

“Are you the new member?” Yuki smiled, “I love your shoes!”

“T-thank you,” Jiyeon replied in broken Korean.

“She’s American,” Mark smiled, speaking to Yuki in Korean.

“Ohh,” Yuki nodded, “She’s still cute, go get her Mark,”

Jiyeon looked away, her cheeks dusted red as four other members walked in the room. One of them made Jiyeon shrink into herself slightly, he was taller then everyone else and had quite a few tattoos on his arms and one on his neck. The other two males were more of an average height, one having dyed red hair and the other having plain light brown hair. They had a girl next to them, she was slightly short but not as short as Yuki, her hair was dark brown, and she had bright green eyes, breaking the all brown eyed contrast.

“Hello,” The girl smiled, “I’m Dae, I’m the leader of the other group, is it easier to speak in English?”

“It is but don’t strain yourself,” Jiyeon bowed slightly to Dae, “I’m Jiyeon,”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ve got a language studies degree,” Dae smiled brightly, “I’m more worried that you’re stuck in a group with these seven fools,”

Jiyeon laughed softly, Dae was already proving to be a great friend and they had only met a few seconds ago. Everyone introduced themselves, she learned that the scary one was Ki Teak, but he went by TK, the red head was Ho Jung and the light brown-haired boy was Tae Sin.

“Daaaae,” Jackson pouted, her arms draping over the short girl, “Are you cooking?”

“Yes, I am,” Dae laughed, patting Jackson’s arms softly.

“See?” Mark whispered to Jiyeon, “He obviously likes her,”

“Yeah,” Jiyeon smiled and nodded gently.

Dae waved the boys off, Mark explained that Jiyeon and himself would be sharing a room but if she felt more comfortable being in a room with one of the girls he was willing to change. Jiyeon stated that it was okay but was relieved to know that they had strictly girl and boy bathrooms.

As the weeks pasted, Jiyeon was more settled in. Herself, Yuki and Dae all kicked the boys out once a week for a strictly girl’s night. She also learnt that there was a running bet on when Jackson would confess to Dae that Yugyeom and Yuki had started, although Jiyeon couldn’t understand why Dae put up with Jackson so much. Dae and Jaebum had become like her parents, they would work on songs together and Dae would help her with translating or perfecting lyrics.

Yuki, BamBam and Jiyeon occasionally all went out shopping together, she had begun to learn some Japanese from the pastel pink haired dorm mate. During the late nights when she was home sick, she was surprised to find comfort in T.K who never seemed to sleep at reasonable hours, he looked scary, but the man could hold plenty of secrets.

Even after they had moved from the dorms, they were still as close as family.

#got7 #got7 additional member #mark tuan #youngjae #jackson wang #im jaebum #jinyoung #bambam #female kpop idols #ace angel judas rebels