#aomg scenarios

[capapers]

૮♡ა⠀⠀𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭⠀⠀⠀⠀﹠⠀⠀ㅤㅤ᪶𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

edit + simple of gray and Devita

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[lovesick-gxrls]

CONFESSIONS

november 12th 2022 10:48pm

pairing: millie kim x code kunst, millie kim x aomg

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: swearing, smoking

description: millie and sungwoo finally acknowledged how they feel

word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank you all for the support, i don’t really speak on this account much but i really appreciate it 🫶🏻

“HONESTLY ITS AS IF I HAVE ANOTHER DAD sometimes” millie laughed loudly nodding her head sideways towards kiseok who just wrapped his arm around her shoulders squeezing her tightly. the others stood around the high table laughed with them, however, sungwoo could only smile. he watched millie and kiseok interact, the constant bumping shoulders or the small inside jokes they had. he couldn’t help but feel a pit of jealousy in his stomach.

sungwoo knew that the pair were not remotely romantically interested in each other which annoyed him even more that he was so jealous. millie and kiseok were joint at the hip at these sort of events ever since he signed the girl to aomg. she was alone in korea when she joined the hiphop agency with her family still living in canada, so kiseok took it upon himself to take of the young artist and make sure she was living well.

the venue they were currently at was slowly becoming more busy as the party began, the atmosphere becoming busy and hectic whereas before it was calm. sunghwa stood across from millie and next to sungwoo, who had noticed his friend looking like a lovesick puppy when he watched millie talk. she was a quiet person usually but when she was around company that she felt comfortable with, she could talk for days, which was another thing that code kunst attracted millie to him.

sunghwa and wonjae knew all about the little workplace romance that was blooming between the producer and rapper. millie had drunkenly confessed to sunghwa of her attraction to cokun and wonjae had to sit and listen to his friend complain about how they will always be stuck as friends. as much as the pair wanted to interfere and make the oblivious friends realise that they share the same feelings they were both apprehensive of meddling.

millie took a small sip of her drink, her eyes meeting sungwoo’s. her heart felt as if it skipped a beat which she tried to ignore. he quickly averted his eyes and her heart dropped but she did well to hide the disappointment. “i’m gonna get another drink,” she muttered towards kiseok, he smiled rubbing her back slightly before she walked away. sungwoo’s gaze was now back on her, this time he was the disappointed one.

sungwoo stood watching her sadly causing wonjae to scoff and nudge him with his elbow. “you gotta talk to her hyung, before she gets with someone else,” he muttered. sungwoo sighed, at war with himself on what to do.

after squeezing her way through the crowd she made it to the busy bar. she waited, tapping her fingers against the table to the beat of the music. however her attention was soon on a familiar face standing a few feet away from her. junhoe was standing, scrolling through his phone, her stomach twisted the sight of her her ex-boyfriend. he was the last person she wanted to see tonight, especially since sungwoo was here.

unfortunately for millie, junhoe noticed her and smiled before walking over to meet her at the bar. “hey millie, didn’t know you’d be here,” he said awkwardly. millie laughed a little, “yeah i’m here with some of the guys,” she replied nodding towards where she was previously standing. junhoe looked over seeing some of the aomg guys at the table and how code kunst was watching the pair carefully. “ah i see,” he muttered. there was an awkward pause, the old couple hadn’t seen each other since the breakup which is what mille wanted but now here he was.

the pair spoke for a few more minutes with junhoe even offering to pay for her drink once she had finally ordered but millie declined. the conversation was strained and millie found herself laughing awkwardly most of the time trying to ignore the suffocating feeling. “i’m gonna get some air for a few minutes,” she told him not letting him reply as she left to quickly to hear it, but his attention quickly moved to someone else thankfully.

she made her way through the drunk crowd towards the front door - grabbing her jacket on the way out, in need of some fresh air and a cigarette. she wasn’t a big smoker but after she had a few drinks or felt overwhelmed with stress she would usually have a few. it was bad habit that she had been trying to kick since she was a teen, but to no avail yet.

outside the bar was quiet thankfully, a little group stood to one side of the door all smoking and laughing together. millie stood on the other side leaning against the brick wall while she began to rummage through her bag for her own pack. unfortunately she only found her lighter, “fuck,” she muttered, before checking her jacket pockets, she looked towards the door debating whether just to go back inside. as she continued to search of her pack, a hand appeared in front her offering a cigarette.

millie stopped a few seconds after registering what it was, her gaze lifted from the ground to meet sungwoo’s. “thanks,” she mumbled taking the stick out of his hand and placing it in between her lips. cokunst leaned on the wall next to the shorter girl, a silence settling between them. she quickly lit her cigarette and took a long draw, before exhaling the thick smoke. sungwoo stole a quick glance of millie who was staring at the nights sky admiring the stars she could see.

“i thought you were quitting,” he finally spoke, millie hummed at his words taking another puff. “i remember using the word trying,” she murmured, tapping off the ash. the silence came back.

“done ignoring me now i take it?” millie asked trying to sound as nonchalant as possible but there was still a hard edge to her voice. the words came out before she had realised what she had actually said, the rapper was usually quite good at hiding her jealousy or annoyance towards code kunst but the tension between them was becoming increasingly more apparent. millie was sick of feeling like a lovesick teenager around sungwoo, constantly overthinking every little detail of their relationship.

sungwoo cleared his throat awkwardly, “i.. i wasn’t ignoring you,” he stuttered out. millie rolled her eyes in annoyance, finally turning to look directly at him. “you have sungwoo, every time i looked at you you’d look away or if i came up to you in there you’d find an excuse to leave, what have i done?” millie rambled angrily suddenly she was thankful that the group who was next to them had gone back inside a few minutes earlier leaving the pair alone. “i’ve been trying all night to talk to you, but you’ve been with that ass for the past half hour,” sungwoo argued back and millie scoffed loudly.

of course that was why sungwoo had all of a sudden decided to leave her alone. it angered the girl more that sungwoo thought she wanted to be talking to junhoe for the full night. that he hadn’t made the effort with her. sungwoo had watched the two exes together at the bar, laughing and to him looked like millie talking excitedly while junhoe grasped her hand. they looked very happy to see each other and sungwoo was jealous to put it plainly. “so what? we we’re catching up. it’s what people do,” she exclaimed. sungwoo’s gaze hardened as the argument became more heated between the two.

“sorry for not wanting to interrupt you with someone you clearly still like,” he huffed pushing himself off the wall. millie scoffed in disbelief watching the taller guy with her eyebrows furrowed, muttering “you’ve got to be kidding me,” to herself. she stomped out the end on her cigarette with her boots, taking a moment to reply. without thinking her words left her mouth quickly. “i don’t fucking like him like that anymore we ended it… it’s you i fucking like,” suddenly it went very quiet between the pair. the only noise that could be heard was the loud music coming from the bar.

the tension could be cut by a knife as the pair stared into each others eyes, millie breathing heavily after her sudden confession. “please just say something,” she said just above a whisper, feeling like she could cry at any moment. instead of replying, sungwoo cupped her face and brought her in for a deep kiss. startled by the kiss, it took millie a second to register what was happening but soon relaxed. her eyes fluttered shut, her arms hanging around sungwoo’s neck.

sungwoo grasped her waist gently while they moved in sync. millie pulled away, smiling to herself as she tried to hide her face in his chest. “i like you too by the way,” he murmured softly.

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[whats-wild-to-you]

Gym Buddies

You quickly mumble an excuse when you accidentally enter the men’s locker room.

It’s been a while since you had noticed Jay but you never talked to each other, just awkwardly greeted each other whenever your paths crossed.

“Coming or going?” You ask, casually leaning on the door.

You do your best to keep your eyes away from his chest, but steal a glance whenever he turns his head away.

“Going. I’ve had a busy day and cut my time here short.”

“What a pity.” Quickly you cover your mouth when you realize you were speaking out loud.

Jay notices you’re staring at his tattoos and grins at you.

“Oh well, I’m sure we’ll run into each other again soon.”

“I hope so.”

Soon you have figured out a pattern. You make sure to go to the gym whenever Jay’s there. After some time you become gym buddies, casually talking while working out.

One day you intentionally bring up that you went on a blind date and watch how he tenses up. Confused, you drop the subject and finish up your workout.

After changing, you head out. Jay is already in the parking lot, waiting for you.

“So, I was wondering if we could hang out sometime. Like, outside of the gym.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I like our gym dates but you should see me when I’m not sweating and in gym clothes.”

“Gym dates?”

“Why? Don’t you enjoy them?”

“On the contrary! I enjoy them a lot. And I would very much like to hang out outside the gym with you.”

“Great. Can I have your number?”

With trembling hands you take his phone and put in your number.

“See you then.”

Giggling, you get in your car first and drive off, cautious not to cause an accident since you can hardly focus on the road ahead.

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[ferg0s]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴅɪꜱ���ʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴘᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ + ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ:��ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏʟ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ |ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

≿━━━━━━━━༺❀༻━━━━━━━━≾

"How was your day, dear?" Your voice echoed through the kitchen, bouncing off the wall of the empty house as they made their way to the front door. Your eyes focused on the plate in your hand while the other held the sponge with the dish soap. The yellow rubber gloves you wore rubbed against the skin of your hands, you hated the feeling, but you had to. 'You have to,' you repeated in your head. Though you locked your eyes on the porcelain dish in your hand, your ears were on the hunt to hear any subtle noises. Anything that would hint at where your husband was or what he was doing. "The usual," You heard him reply, his voice not showing any emotion. You had learned to recognize that tone, which seemed cold and distant to most, but you knew it was a cry for help. Your husband wasn't one to communicate his emotions, especially when he had become so accustomed to pushing those emotions down. You rinsed the dish and put it on the drying rack, turning off the sink and taking off the gloves - 'finally,' - you patted the soggy feeling the gloves had left on your hands down on your shirt. You turned around and began to walk towards the front door, exiting the kitchen to the lavish dining room, seeing your husband standing by the arch that connected the dining room to the main hallway. You couldn't help but throw your arms around him and pull him down to your size, squeezing him as your head tucked into his shoulder. He pressed back, hunched down with his face in the crook of your neck. The stale smell of IV bags and sickness came from the blue scrubs he was wearing, a scent you had gotten used to in your nine years of marriage. "C'mon," You said, pulling away. "I'll make you some tea." _ You met Shintaro in your third year of university. He was a pre-med student, and you were also pursuing your undergrad in political sciences, hoping to eventually go to law school. You managed to get close through mutual friends, the various late-night study dates and regular coffee dates around campus, and you ended up together. It started as any college relationship does, with a lot of sex, kinky and all. But despite his efforts to make sure no accidents happen, you ended up pregnant. A bump that tested your relationship. You were career-oriented, so was Midorima - but his family had other things in mind. A bastard child, or worse, the termination of a bastard child, would ruin the Midorima family name. And given the societal and cultural pressure, you felt like you had to go through it. The wedding was small but lavish - the Shintaros family was very well-off financially - 8 months after the wedding, you gave birth to your son, Kota. Shintaro continued his studies, vowing to be the best provider he could be while you stayed behind and cared for your newborn son. Your inlaws helped with many expenses, especially in the first few years until Shintaro had gotten his residency. Slowly, he made his way up the position of trauma surgeon that he held today while you stayed back and raised Kota. When Kota got older, you enrolled back in university and earned your political science degree, something that you held off pursuing further in law school. Instead, choose that time to be with your son. You loved Kota, everything about him. You loved his piercing green eyes and the stoic expression he got from his father. You loved the glowing smile Shintaro always said he got from you. You loved your son with every fibre of your body, and you never stopped loving him even after he passed away. Another bump that put your relationship at the forefront once again.

You had always felt like you and Shintaro had never really gotten to know each other. You had gotten pregnant two months into the relationship, and his being away studying for the first half of your marriage didn't help. You felt like you knew the persona of Shintaro, the surface-level understanding of who he was. Kota was seven when he passed away; with the limited resources available at the time in dealing with Leukemia, his days were numbered from the minute you had found out. And given the stage he was in, the multiple specialists you had gone to had told you not to get your hopes up. No amount of therapy, whether it be grief or couples therapy, could fill the newfound hole in your heart, the isolation you began to feel in the walls of your house. Shintaro poured himself into his work, spending long hours at the hospital, often taking on risky surgeries, which the hospital board did not approve. In the darkness of your son's passing, the two of you grew closer as there was no middle man to keep you apart. The weeknights that would usually be filled with the sound of cartoons coming from the living room were now painfully quiet as the two of you sat on chairs opposite each other. The painstakingly tedious conversations that would spark for the sake of some liveliness in the house soon become more human, more enjoyable. You began to look forward to the discussions in the living room you had once dreaded. You found yourself getting to know your husband, his personality, his hobbies and his likes. And vice versa. Though the laughter and evening walks and warm nights could not shake the thought that Shintaro deep down resented you for taking away his youth, a fear that had been with you since you had first gotten married. You felt that insecurity grow after the passing of Kota because it felt that it all had been for nothing. _ "The board didn't approve of the heart transplant," Shintaro groaned before taking a sip of the tea. "Are you kidding me!" You sighed, eyes widening as you gripped the armrest of the chair you were sitting on. Shintaro would often come and confide in you about the stresses of his job, from petty drama to borderline confidential information. It made for good conversation. "That son of a bitch, Haru," Shintaro groaned, his finger going to pinch the bridge of his nose, lifting up his glasses. The living room fell silent again. Your husband was a man of few words and even few emotions. He didn't bother saying more about a situation than the basics. His dull tone when he first entered was now starting to make sense. Lately, work had taken up a good portion of his time, and for the first time, he wasn't due to his own will. With the closure of one trauma ward, work had become tight. Schedules were overlapping, and more resources were required while the board refused to spend any money they didn't deem necessary. You found teh most you could do was listen to teh few words he had to say and keep him company, making him a warm cup of tea here and there. "He's got me taking on the tumour removal in trauma-" You heard a ding come from Shintaros phone, lighting up the screen on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. "Is that him?" You asked as you watched Shintaro reach over and grab it. After reading the text, he closed his phone and put it back on the table. "No," He took off his glasses and put them next to his phone. "It's the lab results from pathology I ordered today." "Oh, Mei?" Mei a new and young member who recently joined the pathology department. Shintaro cut your train of thought: " Let's take a bath." _

"You know Aiko and Botan?" Shintaro asked as he massaged your shoulders. The faint sound of classical music and the scent of lavender had you whisked away, which made you jump when you heard Shintaros's voice. You readjusted, feeling his legs move on either side of you, making the water of the bathbrush up to the side of the tub. "Hmm?" You said, turning back to him. "From pediatrics?" You asked. "Yeah, they're in an open relationship." He replied as he bundled your hair in his hand and moved it to the opposite shoulder. Your jaw dropped, and you raised your eyebrow, asking for clarification. "He told me today. It's this arrangement they have," Shintaro said as hands traced down your back. "4 months. No questions. They do whatever, and after the four months, its back to normal-" "But why even in the first place?" You asked, turning towards him more. "He said a relationship coach suggested it to them," He replied as his hand went to your face. His finger lightly brushed against your face. You leaned into his touch. "He says the sex is good," Midorima said as he pulled his hand back. "And who is he fucking?" You chuckled. "Some university girl he met on some website," "Exactly. He's a perv," You said as you turned back, facing forward, and leaned back into his chest. "An old, nasty perv," you grumled. "Is this how you view old men?" Shintaro teased as his hands massaged your neck. "No," You said, getting comfortable against his chest. "Just the old, nasty, pervy ones." You both laughed. You felt Shintaros's hand go down your beck, coming up from under your arm and reaching down past your waist. Your breath hiked when you felt his fingers against the mound of your pussy. "Shinta-" "Shh," He said, leaning his head down to your ear. You felt his finger on your clit, pressing down on it to elicit a reaction. His finger began to toy with your clit, rubbing circles on it, making you throw your head back, giving him access to your neck. Your eyes closed as you felt him suck and leave gentle kisses on your neck, his fingers now inching down to your entrance. You felt him circle your entrance, teasing you, something he loved doing, getting ready to put his fingers in when- RING! You both bolted up, him pulling his fingers away and sitting up. "That's mine," You groaned, looking back at him. You saw him let out a sign, "I'll clean up. "You go answer that." _ You felt your eyelids grow heavy as you felt the warmth of Shintaros skin radiate onto you. His arm wrapped around you, hand on your waist while his other hand played with the hair sprawled on his chest, your legs tangled together under the sheets. There was never any conversation when the two of you lay in bed together; this mutual understanding of you both being tired and wanting to enjoy each other's company. So when a conversation did spring up, you knew it was serious. So when you heard the words that left Shinators mouth, you knew that he was a hundred percent serious about it.

"We should try an open marriage."

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[a-fence]

Chili Lips

When Simon Dominic’s curiosity gets the best of him

“Babe, come to bed already,” Simon urged.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” you shouted back at him as you put some toothpaste on your toothbrush.

Simon continued watching his show, glancing at the ensuite from time to time to see if you’re done. He usually came home late and he wanted to spend time with you on this rare occasion that he came home early.

After brushing your teeth, you washed your face and patted it dry. You turned off the light at the ensuite and sat at your vanity to start your skincare. The second step to your routine was to apply toner. No matter the season, your skin type has always been dry and your aesthetician recommended to put several layers of toner to help moisturize your skin. You spritzed the toner on your face, patted it in, and repeated that step for a total of five times.

On your last application of the toner, you noticed Simon staring at you. You stared at him back through your mirror. “What?” you asked.

“Was it really necessary to do it that many times?” he questioned.

And so you told him that it was what your aesthetician said to do to help moisturize your face. You then opened your beauty fridge and brought out a face mask. You placed it on your face and sighed at the cooling sensation the mask brought you.

“Does that feel nice?” Simon asked, his curiosity piqued at your routine.

“Yeah actually. You wanna try?” you offered.

Simon shrugged and you instructed him to pull a chair near your vanity so you can put a face mask on him.

Before you placed the mask, you made him wear one of your headbands then prepped his skin by spritzing it with toner and told him to pat it in while you picked some masks from your fridge. You took out three and made him choose. He picked the one with gold packaging which was actually a gel sheet mask of the same color. You ripped it open and was about to place it on his face when he stopped your hand.

“You only put the toner on me once. You did it five times,” he argued.

You shrugged, “I don’t think you have a dry skin type so I think once is enough.”

You placed the mask on his face and adjusted it to make sure it occupied all the nooks and crannies of his face.

“Oh that does feel good,” he commented. “What do we do next?”

“Watch TV. It needs to stay on for 20 minutes.”

The two of you moved to the bed to watch TV. Simon grabbed his phone from the bedside table and snapped a photo of the two of you with the sheet masks on and posted it online and captioned it ‘Skincare 101 with @y/n’.

Twenty minutes passed and you removed your sheet mask and told Simon to remove his a few minutes later. You went back to your vanity and took out serums this time from your fridge. Simon went back to his seat and followed your lead, applying the serums the same way you did. You took out your cryo sticks next and handed Simon your extra ice roller.

“What does this do and how do I use it?” he asked.

You grabbed the ice roller and demonstrated how to use it. “It locks the products in your skin, de-puffs your skin, and shrinks your pores,” you explained.

Simon then rolled it across his face while your swirled the cryo sticks across your face. You liked to take your time with this especially on your cheeks near your nose where your pores are more visible. Simon eventually got bored with the ice roller and started tinkering with your stuff.

“What does this do? I think my lips deserve some TLC too,” he declared.

“Try it.” You encouraged him as you saw the product he was holding in his hand.

Simon unscrewed the cap, and smelled it. He deliberated if he should put in on his lips.

“It’s just gloss. There’s no color,” you said as you grabbed your trusted Smith’s lip balm.

You watched as Simon applied the gloss on his lips, anticipating his reaction.

“Why does it tingle?” he asked.

You ignored him and busied yourself in applying the lip balm liberally on your lips.

“Y/n, it starting to burn. Like I ate a lot of chilis,” he said, panic rising in his voice and face.

He checked himself in the mirror. “Oh my god, my lips are starting to swell. Am I having an allergic reaction? But I’m breathing fine. Oh god, what if it’s my airways that swell next.” He continued to panic, meanwhile you were trying to bite back your laughter.

He stood up and grabbed his phone from the bed and was about to dial 112. You snatched his phone away, not wanting to disturb the authorities over your prank of sorts and Simon’s overreactions.

“Ya! What did you do that for? Give it back! What if I pass out?” he bickered.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out the laugh you were biting back. Simon looked at you like you were crazy. “It’s a lip plumper babe!” you managed to say in between huffs of laughter.

He still looked baffled and you explained that a lip plumper plumps up your lips, making them thick and that he was not having an allergic reaction. He was still doubtful and to ease him, you applied the product on your lips, making sure to remove the lip balm you previously applied first.

Simon observed as your lips started to increase in size which seemed to pacify him a little. You grabbed a wet wipe from your vanity and sat him down on the chair then wiped the product off of his lips.

“You’re such a big baby,” you teased. You wiped his lips several times to make sure you got all of the product off.

He pouted at you and you laughed once again. His pout seemed exaggerated due to the effect of the lip plumper. You wiped the product off of your lips to avoid it transferring on his as you placed a kiss on his lips.

“But you’re my baby,” you continued teasing him.

He pulled you on his lap and said, “Oh you are so gonna pay for this.”

Skincare reference from my girl Ashley’s vlog at around 4:00

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[multistanparadise]

AOMG Gray x black!reader

Archive✨

Y/n

Babe🥰✨: Hey baby are you busy today? I wanted to pick you up and go somewhere ☺️

Y/n: I have a collab I have to record in the studio right now but afterwards we can get together. Stop by in like a couple hours okay?

Babe🥰✨: Okay sounds good 👌🏻

I scroll through my phone waiting for the artist who I'm supposed to be collaborating with to come into the studio. "Uh I apologize for being late love, my driver got lost on the way here" I look up to see Zayn Malik smiling at me and I return the smile. "Oh that's okay, I haven't been waiting long. Welcome to Korea!" I get up and hug him. "Thanks love, Gigi told me to give you her love and you should be getting something in the mail from her."

"Aww that's so sweet I'll have to call her later to catch up! So are you ready to make another hit together?"

~

Zayn and I walk out the building together to part ways. "Ah I'm so excited for this album to drop, anyways hopefully your stay here won't be too bad. Give Khai and Gigi hugs and kisses from me okay?" He gives me a hug and nods. "Of course, next time you're in NY hit us up okay?" A familiar car pulls up and rolls down the window. "Aye Jagi get in." I wave goodbye to Zayn before running and getting into my beloved's car.

"Hey baby how was your day?" He pecks me on the lips. "It was good...you got a guest behind you. Is that...Zayn?" I turn around smiling and I roll down my window. "Hey do you need a ride?" "Yeah do you mind? My driver is lost somewhere and I just really want to get back to my hotel and get a bite to eat." I turn to Seonghwa and he sighs. "Come on we'll give you a ride before we go out to eat." Zayn nods and gets in the back before Seonghwa pulls off.

~

"This is really nice 여보, you always find the nicest of restaurants." I smile at my boyfriend as he looks over the menu. "Of course, anything for you baby. Do you see anything you want?" I nod showing him something I saw on the menu. "I'm in between that and this steak dinner...how about we share and half it?" "Okay that works. Let's call over the waiter." I hit the little buzzer signaling the waiter to the table.

"Hi my name is Mark and I'll be your server this evening. What can I get the beautiful lady tonight?" He smiles almost flirtatiously but I brush it off. "I'll get the Lemon Butter Salmon with the roasted green beans and to drink I'd like a frozen margarita." Mark nods writing it down. "A good choice, I actually really enjoy the salmon I think you'd like it. If you get dessert I'd definitely get bingsu, it's my favorite and good for sharing." Seonghwa gives him a bored look. "Well I would like the steak and lobster dinner with a loaded baked potato."

"Uh huh I'll have that right out." He doesn't even look at my fuming boyfriend while he speaks. I can tell Seonghwa is getting annoyed. "Thank you." Mark smiles at me before running off to the kitchen. "I should report him to a manager, being all unprofessional and ignoring me." I nod putting my one of my hands on his. "I agree that was highly unprofessional...you wouldn't happen to be jealous would you?" He turns away but I can see his ears are red. "Of course not, why would I be jealous?" I shrug. "I don't know maybe because he was only talking to me. You told me before you don't like when guys only pay attention to me. He probably knows who I am, how many brown girls like me are running around making a name for themselves in the music industry here? Not many and I just happen to be very popular mostly because I'm with AOMG."

"I know...he probably is a fan of yours. Alright I'll let it slide just for you."

~

"Wow I'm so glad we split dinner, that was sooo good. Ah do you want dessert? I was thinking going by the street food market so we can walk around some." Seonghwa holds my hand as he drives. "Well I was going to take you back to my place because I have something set up for you." I raise an eyebrow. "Does it involve mochi ice cream?" He chuckles and squeezes my hand. "Of course I always keep that in stock just for you." I nod in agreement. "Okay I'll go home with you."

✨

He places a blindfold loosely around my eyes. "Okay don't peek..." "I'm not peeking...wait why is Jay here?" "How did you know he was here?" I shrug. "He has a distinct smell, he uses a different cologne than you and I smell it. Simon is here too." There's a silence for a moment. "Huh I don't know how I feel about you knowing their scents but...you can take off your blindfold now baby." I take it off to see Seonghwa's living room decorated in hearts and roses. Simon was holding a cake with mochi on the top and words that say Happy Anniversary. Jay is holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers smiling.

"Wow omg...wait um Seonghwa our anniversary isn't until Sunday. My gift for you is back at my house..." He hugs me. "I know but I wanted to do something before. Do you like the cake?" I nod and I kiss him on his cheek. "Can I have a mochi off the top?" He chuckles and nods. "Go ahead baby." I happily take the one in the center and when I bite into it my teeth hit something hard. "Owww...huh what's this?" Jay and Simon look at each other. I look to see my teeth hit a rather big diamond ring.

My heart drops into my stomach as I piece everything together. I look at Seonghwa who is now down on one knee smiling up at me. "자기야 I love you, you're my best friend and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. 3 years isn't enough, I want to have forever. So will you do me the honor of marrying me?" I nod wiping tears. "Yes of course I'll marry you!!" He takes the ring out of the mochi and cleans it off before sliding it on my left ring finger.

Bonus ending:

"Congratulations Y/n! I'm so happy for you!" Jay hugs me. "Thanks Jay! I'm happy too, obviously." Simon hugs me next but I notice his hug is lasting longer than usual. "Let's see if this sets him off. He's been tense all day." He whispers in my ear. I notice Seonghwa staring at us blankly. Simon let's go smiling. "Hey Y/n/n come sit with us on the couch." Jay says pulling me over to the couch. He pulls me into his lap and my eyes widen.

"야! 죽을래?! (Yah! Do you want to die!?)" Seonghwa pulls me kinda roughly off Jay's lap and glare at him. "That's my fiancé, the only lap she sits on is mine. I've been letting this slide ALL day but nah I'm done. Y/n baby I love you but you need to stop being so god dang attractive, all these guys want you. Zayn, that waiter, Jay...Simon....the list goes on. Maybe I should just show them your mine."

He roughly pulls me into a kiss and I don't want to say that I'm swooning but hey this is my favorite thing. I don't mind my man a little...jealous.

A/n: Thank you for reading! Requests are open! Send an ask🥰

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[scxnriography]

Title: Our Love Story

Featuring : Simon Dominic ( Jung Kiseok) and Bae Joohyun

Chapter : Forewords

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Semi Au Verse, Rated18

23 December 2022

Joohyun

"Let me help you with it."

A simple sentence genuinely meant to be helpful turns out to be a regret within a few minutes later. I shouldn't have been nosy. In the new year, my resolution should be listed as:

1) keep your eyes on the ground, no- just close your eyes when you're walking,

2) don't get involved with your surroundings, and

3) talk less, no- offer less.

Might as well start the new resolution now because there is no word slipping past my lips. All I could do was to stand there, handing over the two insanely heavy bags to the elderly couple's son.. My smile is still intact, my pretentious-not-to-be-shocked-smile that is. I avoided eye contact with him, focusing only on the older lady as she introduced her son and thanking me at the same time. Because I was very kind and helpful, she offered containers of side dishes for me to bring home which I initially vehemently rejected but damn, this family and their smooth tongues. I should know that very well since years ago, I did fall in love with their only son.

Despite the thick blanket of snow covering the streets, my day started out bright and positive. I had a nice hot cup of chocolate and warm freshly baked croissant from the nearby bakery which I ended up staying for more than an hour, before making my way back to my new home. A lovely apartment across the street, that I have spent a long time saving for. Because it was a lovely morning, I smiled more to passerby, excused the little kid who was wailing right in my ears while we were waiting for the traffic light, and rushed to help the elderly couple with their big bags. I didn't count how many they had, I simply reached out to lessen their loads. I didn't mind the weight of these bags either, as we three walked into lobby. Turns out their son was staying in the same building as me, only different level. So I offered to walk them to their son's apartment first just like any kind hearted person would.

Because of the damn lovely morning, I am now standing awkwardly at the the doorstep of my ex boy- no he wasn't that. I realize just then I don't even know what to call him except my past, my favourite past. We did not utter a word, did not even look at each other, both simply allowing his mother to marvel at the kindhearted girl, me, who helped them out while shoving the side dishes in my hands. I am certain he too, was pretending that we both didn't know each other at all. And just like any other mothers who over shared, his just had to fill him in the fact that I was staying at the upper level. An information that he didn't need to know, I guarantee.

And just like any other mothers, she urges her son to walk me to the elevator as though I am quite incapable of locating the elevator myself. Once again I politely reject her kind gesture, and yet again, this family never fail to show me that stubborn runs in their blood. Again I remind myself I am very well aware of that particular fact.

"You don't have to wait for the elevator with me," I suggest immediately when it was just the two of us.

"I know."

It shouldn't surprised me that he did not attempt to leave as soon as he said that but it did. The elevator as though intentionally slow, clearly tormentng the two of us, opens after seemingly took forever. I step in, finally taking a good look at him. He appears thinner than before, but that does not make him any less handsome. "Please convey my thanks to your mother. These," I raise the boxes slightly above my chest, "are really appreciated. But... please know that I won't be returning the boxes. Not personally at least."

"I will. And I know."

I gave him a quick nod as a goodbye and curled my lips into a smile, not saying anything else as I press the button to close the door. I stare at the button I have pressed impulsively just seconds ago where I was determined not to let him find out my actual floor.

Fuck my life. Now I have to do a workout up the stairs.

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[seawitch62]

Worst Date Scenario

Jay Park x OC

Fluff

WC: .7k

Worst date scenario.

Jay Park

Bee was excited, Jay finally reached out to her today.

Realizing he's busy, with the new label, Won Soju, festivals appearances, music, working on the new music.

Still, it's been a minute since she last heard from him, even a text would have been nice, she sighs.

Tomorrow, what did he say?

"A date you won't forget!"

What romantic adventures has he got planned ?

"I have nothing to wear!"

Shopping expedition is needed,

Bee thinks to herself.

Bee hits the mall, clothing stores, 

browsing for hours till she finds what is the perfect  outfit.

"Shoes! I need new shoes!" She mutters.

Zeroing in on the shoe stores she finds the perfect shoes to match her newly acquired outfit.

"Handbag, I don't have one that is coloured coordinates with the outfit and shoes"

Next  stop, looking for a bag to match, her determination pays off and she finds exactly what she wants.

Accessories, 'can't ever go wrong with new bling'

Last stop, the hairdresser, trim and colour and eyebrow wax. 

After eating her take out, she grabbed at the mall, she pondered her purchases and was very pleased, telling herself, she did  great and she will look 'hot'.

From experience Bee has discovered when Jay states a time to be ready fifteen minutes early.

He is not one to sit idly, movement is the name of the game.  Not lacking in conversation skills, he can keep the chat alive, animated hand gestures come part and parcel with his dialogue.

Knowing this Bee keeps herself abreast with the news and other happenings, one never knows what topics may arise.

A vehicle pulls up, just as she suspected fourteen minutes early, one last glance in the mirror, happy with her reflected image, she leaves her cozy flat, locking the door behind her and heads toward the car.

The man holding the door open for her, Kwon as she simply refers to him, closes the door as she seats herself  in the car.

Jay greets her with a smile, and immediately starts chattering.

Cursory questions "how are you? What have you been up to?"

Followed by lengthy discussions about his happenings.

Suddenly he changes the subject 

"I have a present  for you"

"Wow thank you" she replies with a warm smile.

Jay passes her a gift bag, intrigued as to what he may have got her, she looks into the bag.

The first thing she notices is the pattern on the material.

It's exactly the same as the pants he is wearing.

"How sweet" she tells herself

With exuberant delight she yanks the item out of the bag.

It's a pair of pants.

The pants are a twin set to those he  is wearing. 'So romantic, matching outfits'

Dizzy with happiness, she reaches over, arms wrapping around him, "I love them thank you".

She is rewarded with a grin.

Bee's mind is running around in circles, they have been driving for a while now, where are they going?

Jay is excited, hyper even, but when is not!

"Your gonna fucking love the surprise, you will not fucking forget it, I promise!" He states with certainty.

Music fills the vehicle, Bee is as happy as a bird with a worm.

Anticipation slowly mounting, what else does he have in store? Romantic picnic? A hike while they walk hand in hand?

She has no clue, but she is eager for the answer.

As if fate had heard , the vehicle stopped.

Kwon opens the  door and Jay leaps out of the vehicle.

"Come on,"  Jay tells her impatiently.

Bee exits the vehicle, only to notice people surrounding Jay with  greetings, she notices they are wearing the same pants as Jay and the ones he gifted her.

Confused she looks around,

'Where the hell are we?' she ponders.

'It looks like a farm' 

Jay is busily chatting away, then he looks at Bee.

"Welcome to Won Soju Farm"

"Grab your pants!"

"Let's get to work!"

"Work?" She utters.

Smiling from ear to ear, Jay saunters off with the crowd that greeted his arrival.

Looking around she realizes he is not joking, this is indeed a farm.

He wants or expects me to work on his farm!

Dejectedly, she grabs the pants and follows Jay.

He is right; she muses this is one date she will never forget.

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[pastelpastryblog]

I’m tired of this, it’s over 💔 - Woo / Woo Wonjae scenario pt.54 FINAL

8 years later, Matthew and Y/N have a happy marriage and they have a 4 year old son together. Y/N is still a dancer and Choreographer but has recently become a performance director for stages and music videos. Matthew is still in K.A.R.D and also makes his own solo music, produces songs for himself and others. He is also a music video director now. Y/N and Woohyun are still in a dance group together and Woohyun now lives in LA as a Choreographer for Megan Thee Stalion, Arianna Grande, Normani, Doja cat and many more A-listers and is happily in a relationship. Wonjae and Emma are still in a relationship but is thinking of proposing to her very soon. He keeps in contact with Jason sometimes. Emma still works at H1gher as a translator. UK and Gina got married and had their baby son and are also living a happy life. Gina is still a successful jewellery designer and still runs other businesses with her father. UK's restaurant business sky rocketed and now has another one and a cafe. Astrid is still in Sweden. When she first got deported, she committed fraud in Sweden , got arrested and now she is out and is trying her best to live a "normal" life. Jay Park has matured as a person, doesn't entertain groupies anymore and still has a great career. The rest of the AOMG members are still going strong in their musical careers.

The end.

When I first started writing this fanfic back in 2019, it was out of boredom because I was bedridden and sick. I couldn't move and had nothing else to do. I then took a 1 year hiatus due to getting hate on the fanfic. I never knew that this fanfic would become like this. I originally intended it to only have 5 chapters but plans changed lol. I'm so sorry for this rushed ending but I hope you all enjoyed not only the chapter, but the whole fanfic. Thank you all for being with me for these 3 years and for those who are new comers, thank you for supporting me and being with me through the tough times. Now that I'm done with this fanfic, I will be returning the Ph-1 fanfic and I have a few other fanfics brewing for you all. Once again, thank you all so so much for the support, see you next upload! 💕💖

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[daebakinc]

The Great Dragon

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader Prompt: Dragon Word Count: 2.2K

~Admin V

           As a child, in school the teachers used to tell tales about traditions of your town. Your favorite was always the story of the Great Dragon. The Great Dragon was powerful and wise. People would go to him when seeking wisdom. He would protect the town from enemies and disasters. He would provide plentiful crops and mild weather. He seemed kind and generous.

           When you arrived in high school, the stories seemed more dubious. You learned that the dragon required a price for his help. Offerings. A sacrifice. According to legend, or at least the teachers, he preferred young, beautiful women. That’s when you stopped liking the town’s tall tales. It was clear that they were written by men.

           You never forgot the tales though. If the weather was particularly good or you had an especially delicious meal, you’d jokingly thank the Great Dragon.

           Now that you were an adult and busy with work and bills, there wasn’t much you’d thank anyone for. It was mostly survival.

           Even as you were walking home from the store with oreos and milk, survival was the only thing to cross your mind as a black bag was thrown over your head and several strong arms grabbed and tied you up.

           The car ride seemed so long, but it could’ve just been minutes and the terror made it drag on. You knew you were off road when it started to get bumpy. After the car stopped, you heard the door open and you were being pushed out. Two strong bodies were on either side of you, ushering you by your arms. You heard many footsteps, but couldn’t interpret how many people were with you. They stopped and you stood in silence for a long while. You could see through the bag when candles were lit around you.

           You worked up courage to speak. “W-what’s happening?”

           A hand slapped across your cheek. It felt like your eye would explode from the sudden pain and pressure. You cried out in pain and desperately wanted to bring your hands to your face. The people gripping your arms held tighter and yelled for you to shut up.

           “You dare to damage my sacrifice right before my eyes?”

           Those holding you stiffened. No one moved.

           “Great Dragon,” the voice sounded shocked. Maybe slightly scared. “My apologies . . . I just. . .”

           “You just showed that your arrogance knows no bounds if you think you can touch what’s mine and face no consequences.”

           Though your cheek and eye were pulsing with the blood rushing to where you were hit, you too were now in shock. He said Great Dragon. But it couldn’t be. It was a fairy tale for children. Probably to explain how the world worked before science was advanced. Maybe the slap actually knocked you unconscious and you were dreaming.

           “I-I’m sorry.”

           “You’re not going to offer yourself as penance?”

           There was no answer. A shiver crept down your spine.

           The voice which your captors referred to as the dragon scoffed. “Leave the girl and get out.”

           “But we haven’t asked . . .”

           A loud growl echoed in wherever you were. You felt those holding your arms shake in fear. “You have already disgraced yourself and disrespected me and you think I am going to grant you something. Perhaps I wasn’t clear. Leave the girl. Get out. Or I will be taking five sacrifices this night.”

           You were pushed so forcefully that you fell to the ground. You heard the others scamper off. Uncontrollable tremors coursed through your body. You still couldn’t see anything, and the last words spoken held the worst kind of threat you’d ever heard.

           Footsteps were coming closer to you and a whimper left your mouth. Whatever it was, it bent down in front of you. “I won’t harm you. I’m going to touch you to help you up, okay?”

           You were too scared to speak. As promised you felt careful hands on your shoulders to help you to your feet.

           “I know you’re frightened.” He scoffed again. “Those dumbasses. They probably didn’t even ask if you wanted to come.”

           “What?” you managed to whisper.

           “Do you know why you’re here?”

           You shook your head, your shivering getting worse.

           “Cowards. I should conjure hail over them and destroy their homes.” He stood directly in front of you. “I’m going to remove that from your head. Don’t be afraid. You’re safe now.”

           You trusted the words he said, but couldn’t control your body from shaking. He removed the bag. You kept your eyes closed.

           “It’s okay.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. You flinched when his fingers brushed across the bruise that was sure to be forming on your cheek. “Bastards. Maybe I’ll send a lightning storm, too.”

           You opened your eyes to look at him. He was a man. A very muscular and gorgeous man. “Y-you’re . . . you’re human.”

           His eyes glowed. “For now,” he smiled.

           Another shiver shook through you. “Why am I here?”

           His face soured. “It appears the trash that brought you wanted me to grant them some favor and you were the sacrifice.” He looked sharply at you. “Doesn’t anyone do research anymore? I only take the willing.” He gave a sad smile. “Did they kidnap you?”

           You nodded.

Another growl echoed from him. “Maybe I will just kill them.”

“Who are you?” you breathed.

He stood straighter and seemed to puff up. “The Great Dragon, of course.”

You could do nothing but stare at him. This couldn’t be real. Your stomach churned.

His face showed concern. “You’re going to be sick.”

Like he spoke it into existence, you leaned over and emptied your stomach all over the ground.

He was behind you and held you as you fell back. You looked up into his eyes then everything went black.

 You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this comfortable in bed. Your hands rubbed against the sheets, they were so soft. If you could you’d never leave bed.

“Egyptian cotton.”

Startled, you sat upright in bed. It was him. The Great Dragon. He sat in a chair across from the bed and gave a small smile.

“It wasn’t a dream.”

“Afraid not.”

You clutched the sheets to your chest. “So you’re gonna . . . sacrifice me.”

He smiled wider and shook his head. “Also a no.”

Your arms dropped back to the bed. “But those men called me a sacrifice. You called me a sacrifice.”

“I only called you one because that’s what you were to them.”

A beautiful woman walked into the room with a tray filled with food. “She’s awake!” she cheered. “Welcome!” She placed the tray at the foot of the bed.

“Thanks babe.”

“I’ll see you later, Jay?”

The Dragon winked at her.

You dropped your head into your hands. “My head hurts. What the hell is happening?”

“Ah. I’m sorry. I didn’t consider you still might be in shock. A lot happened to you in a short time. Allow me to formally introduce myself.” He stood up and walked over to you and bowed. “As I said, I am the Great Dragon. You can call me Jay.”

“Jay.” You repeated. You gave him your name.

He nodded. “Those dumbfucks nabbed you off the street and brought you to my cave. I’m sure you remember that part.”

You grimaced.

“You fainted, so I brought you back to my castle. You’ve been asleep for a little over a day.”

“Oh.” You finally took in your surroundings. The walls were pale blue with gold trim. The soft bed sheets were white and the comforter looked intricate and very expensive. There was a pretty chandelier on the ceiling. One wall was completely windows.

“You’re the dragon?”

“I am.”

“Why don’t you look like one?”

He chuckled. “It tends to scare people. It also causes mobs of pitchfork wielding nimrods.”

“But you’re real,” you breathed.

Jay’s eyebrows furrowed. “Have we met before?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Huh.” He reached for the tray of food and opened a banana. Once peeled, he handed it to you. “You should eat.”

You took a small bite. “I still have questions.”

“I thought you might.” He sat on the edge of the bed.

“Why are you letting me live?”

“I make it a habit to let all the ‘sacrifices’ live.”

“You do?”

“I never specifically demanded to have women brought to me as a sacrifice. Shit-for-brains just assumed since I take the form of a dominant man that’s what I’d want. I actually prefer offerings of music or technology.”

You bit off another piece of banana. “So what happens to all the others? The ‘sacrifices’ I mean?”

“Most of them live here in the castle.”

“You keep them?”

“I give them, and you, the choice. You can stay here if you want, or you can leave. You can even return after leaving if you desired. Since you’ve been brought to me, I’ll always watch over you.”

“Wow.”

He lifted some grapes from the tray and tossed them in his mouth.

“But, most of the . . . the women, they stay here.”

“Yup.”

“But what if they want to find love?”

“I did mention you have the right to leave. Some have. As you can imagine, after finding love, no one really wants to bring that person back here to meet me.”

“Oh. I guess I can see why.” You weren’t sure why, but you felt disappointed.

Jay caught it, too. “I myself am not really one for love. However,” He sat up and gave you a wry look, “if it’s some fun you’re after . . .” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Your cheeks instantly turned red and you looked down.

He chuckled again to himself. “Don’t worry, I’m joking. Well, I’m actually serious, but I wouldn’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“So I don’t have to sleep with you to stay here.”

“Well, right now you are actually in my bed, so usually if you want to stay here . . .” He winked at you. “But no. You are staying here in the castle without charge.”

“Oh, thank Great Dragon.” You hadn’t meant to say that particular phrase, but it was habit. It was what you jokingly said on those days good things did happen.

Jay’s face showed sudden realization. “That’s why you seem so familiar. You used to pray to me. I recognized your voice.”

“What? I never prayed to you.”

“You did it just now. You would do it on days there was good weather or you passed a hard test in school. I remember you now.” He sat back against the headboard of the bed, mostly talking to himself now. “I wonder if that’s why they chose you. If they could decipher some kind of connection.” He tossed a few more grapes in his mouth.

You watched him with curiosity.

He looked up and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.” His smiled turned smug. “So, you always liked me, huh?”

You blushed again. “I just liked the story of you. Up until I learned about you taking women as offerings.”

“As we’ve established, that’s propaganda.”

“But you do keep all the women.”

“A dragon needs to hoard something.” He blew a kiss at you, causing you to laugh. “Really though, it’s your choice, just as it’s theirs, if you want to stay or not.”

“It’s kind of a lot to take in.”

“I know it is.”

A different pretty woman knocked on and opened the door. “Excuse me for interrupting. Jay, Gray and Loco are here to set up for the pig roast tonight.”

“Please tell them I’ll be there in a second, doll.”

She nodded and left.

He pushed himself off the bed. “I will leave you here to continue resting. You should come to the party tonight. See what your life here could be like. Then you can make your choice about staying or not.”

You looked down at your outfit. You were still in the loungewear you were in for your cookies and milk trip. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Truly not a problem. I can have something brought to the room for you. Not to brag, but I have pretty spectacular taste.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You dare to question the Great Dragon?”

You smiled at his joke.

He smiled, too and headed back for the door.

“Wait, Jay?”

He looked to you.

“Thank you. For saving me. I haven’t thanked you for that yet, but really. Thank you.”

He walked back to your side of the bed and lifted your hand. He kissed the back of it.

“It was my pleasure.” He softly caressed the side of your face that your captors slapped. It didn’t hurt anymore. “I will always protect you, whether you stay or go. You’ll always be safe under my watch.” He kissed your forehead. “Eat some more and rest. LeeHi will come up later with your outfit.”

“Okay.”

He went back to the door. “I’ve got a pig to fire up.”

You both laughed at that. He left and you lay back in his bed. You couldn’t believe that the tale was real. And he was offering you such a wonderful gift. You wouldn’t be just surviving anymore.

You looked around his room again and sighed happily to yourself. “Thank you, Great Dragon.”

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[justlissy]

Holly the cupid

genre: fluff

artist: pH-1

a/n: hello there! I don’t know if this will be read but if you do read thank you! I would like to keep writing for my khh fellas so please let me know if I should keep writing or not 🦀

Also if you have any requests please send them through!

'Holy come here', whispered Harry in vain as the cute puppy made its way to you. Holly hopped on your lap during your photoshop making you grin.

'Yes perfect!' complimented the photographer as she snapped multiple pictures, taking advantage of the fact that Holly was posing ever snap she heard.

Harry froze not knowing what to do, he wanted to go to you and bring Holly back but he could only focus on you. From your round brown eyes to your curly hair, to the dimples that appeared every time you would smile. How could someone be so… beautiful? Before he even realised he was smiling at the sight of his cute puppy playing with a cute girl.

𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

‘Harry!’ Woodie shouted, getting Harry’s attention and he saw the others waving at him waiting to start the shoot.

‘𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.’ Harry thought. He jogged towards the other members, after looking back at you one more time.

‘Okay and… we’re done!’ everyone started clapping while you stood up and thanked everyone for their hard work. Then you crouched down to Holly’s eye level grinning at her cute little outfit.

‘Now who do you belong to pretty baby?’ she tilted her head to the side making you melt at her cuteness. You grabbed her into your arms, looking around to see if there’s anyone looking for her. The other artists were busy doing their own shoots so you decided to look for the owner yourself. You asked around to see if anyone knew whose puppy it was but no one seemed to have a clue.

‘I think she’s from someone of H1ghr Music’ a member of staff told you and you thanked them, happy to see that your long walk was coming to an end. At the end of the hallway, you saw a sign saying ‘H1ghr Music’ and looked down to smile at Holly to find her fast asleep. You knocked on the door and peeped your head first to find everyone staring at you.

‘Hi, sorry to bother you guys but I think I have something that belongs to one of you.’ You said nervously, fully entering the room and their looks then fell onto Holly. A guy with a mustache tapped on the shoulder of another guy with a orange beanie, making him turn around. He was holding a bag of gummy bears, one already entering his mouth when his eyes locked with yours slightly widening as if he was surprised to see you. His eyes quickly fell onto his puppy, who looked way too comfortable on your arms. Harry stood up quickly making his way to you with a little awkward smile. You also started walking his way, not really knowing how to act.

‘Hum hey thank you for bringing Holly back, she ran away out of nowhere and found you and even disrupted your photoshoot. I didn’t want to get in the way of it, so I just left in the hopes that she would come back but it seems like she had other plans.’ Harry quickly said making you smile at how flustered he looked.

‘It’s fine, Holly made the pictures even better so I’m the one who should be thanking you…’

‘Ph-1 or you can call him Harry since he finds you cute’ you were interrupted by the moustache guy as he carefully took Holly away from your arms and winked at you.

‘Minsik I swear if you don’t shut your mouth’ Harry hissed, making you giggle at their interaction.

‘Then thank you Harry, I hope I didn’t worry you much’ you say apologetic.

‘Why would you make Harry worry y/n-noona?’ says someone with super long hair wrapping his arm around you.

You look to see who’s talking to you so casually to realise that it's your favourite maknae.

‘Haonnnnieee’ you say in a baby voice, turning to pinch his cheeks that no longer had the baby fat that you remember.

𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵- 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘠/𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘢? 𝘏𝘢𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘦? 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺.

⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⇲⊰⌏ ⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⇲⊰⌏ ⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶

Hey cupid why you hiding

(Shoot on and shoot on)

날려줘 빨리

My cupid where you at right now

(Shoot on and shoot on)

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[capapers]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( ♥︎ ) 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 | @cafofinho

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[whats-wild-to-you]

Hotshot

As nervous as you were to learn that you would do today’s interview alone, it was nothing compared to the nerves you felt when you were told who you would be interviewing. None other than Jay Park.

As soon as you sat down across the desk from Jay, the words of your supervisor echoed in your ear.

‘This is a huge opportunity for you, don’t mess this up!’

Nervously, you entered Jay’s office as the young man held the door open, gratefully smiling at him.

“Hello, I’m from Vogue Korea, I’m here for the interview.”

“And what’s your name?”

“Oh, sorry, it’s Estelle.”

You had heard a lot of things about Jay Park but you knew you couldn't make a judgement unless you got to know him yourself.

Immediately you started the interview, opening your laptop and read each question while the small recorder on the desk recorded his answers.

He did his best answering all question sufficiently while still making sure not to share too much.

When you looked at your screen to see what the next question was, you involuntarily made a face.

You wanted to be seen as a professional and serious reporter but your boss wanted you to ask about his love life, no matter what.

But seeing as how he expertly evaded less comfortable questions, you knew he wouldn’t answer this one either.

“I guess we can skip this one.” You said more to yourself, not realizing that Jay’s eyes were glued on you.

“No, no. No skipping. What is it?”

Releasing a strained breath, you spoke, your voice suddenly sounding very apologetic.

“We never see a woman by your side or hear anything in the media. Our readers want to know if Jay Park is still available.”

You cringed after reading the question, hoping he wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

Jay snorted, looking to the side before his eyes rested on you again.

“I wonder who’s asking?”

“Huh?” You were genuinely perplexed, looking at your laptop for the next question.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer.”

“No. I’ll answer.”

Something in his voice made you look away from the screen and meet Jay’s eyes.

After he made sure he had your undivided attention he spoke softly while leaning forward, minimizing the distance between you.

“Depends on who’s asking.”

You would’ve thought his answer was cocky but there was a sincerity in his eyes. It made you want to get an answer out of him.

“I’m asking.” You said, mirroring his move and leaning over the desk.

“In that case I’m very much single.”

You leaned back, grinning from ear to ear. “You know this will be printed, right? I won’t leave anything out.”

Jay nodded innocently but you could see he was plotting something.

The interview ended without a hitch and you were on your way out the door when Jay called after you.

“You know you owe me, right?”

“What?”

“You get to print something I usually wouldn’t have shared. You owe me.”

“I’ll send you a gift basket!” You countered, full of moxie.

“Uh, uh. This won’t do!” He said in between laughter. “Have dinner with me!”

“Like a date?” You asked, wanting to tease him but your voice betrayed you and was laced with anticipation.

He smiled and waved after you as he practically closed the door in your face. From the other side you heard his muffled voice promising to call, which made you giggled like a schoolgirl.

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[jae-bummer]

What Is Probably the Worst Pep Talk Ever

Request: hi! could i request for a scenario with jay park where his girlf teases him and denies him of skinship (doesn’t hug back or give him kisses) i love the way u write sm, thank u if u choose to write it. also while ure at it im curious whether ur username is inspired by him.

To answer your question, my username is actually inspired by Jay B from Got7! Got7 was actually one of the first groups I stanned :)

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Fluff (Warning: 18+ for language and steamy commentary)

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"Are you nervous?" you asked, stepping into the elevator.

"Nervous?" Jay chuckled. "Not even once in my life."

"Am I misremembering?" you hummed, tapping your chin. "Or didn't you say you were nervous the day you asked if we could be exclusive?"

"Well, I mean," he cringed.

"And what about the time when we had first started dating and you said I made you nervous?" you continued.

"You must have dreamed it," he said, fighting the corners of his mouth from turning upward. "Jay Park is never nervous."

"Says the man talking about himself in third person," you laughed. "You still haven't pressed the elevator button by the way."

"Shit," he muttered, stepping forward and furrowing his eyebrows. "What floor did I say we needed to be on again?"

"11 maybe?" you tried. "Maybe if you weren't so nervous, you'd remember."

Shooting you a glare over his shoulder, he stabbed at the appropriate button, and stepped back to stand beside you.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you tucked yourself into Jay's side. He was easily the most self-assured person to ever suffer from self-esteem issues. While the two traits sounded like they shouldn't intermingle, they somehow did. He liked to play at being cocky and keep his image intact, but you were the one who saw him lose sleep over some of his daily decisions. It had become one of your sole missions in life to make sure that he knew a healthy amount of worry was okay. He didn't have to conquer the world every time he stepped foot out of his door.

"Who all is supposed to be at this thing?" you sighed, adjusting your outfit.

"A lot of industry people," Jay grumbled. "A lot of people I need to impress."

"Is it a need or a want?" you asked, looking at him from your periphery. Judging by the little wrinkle in between his brows, you weren't sure if he was even listening. "Jay?"

Shaking off his trance, he turned to you with wide eyes. "Yeah?"

"You didn't hear me, did you?" you grinned.

As you spoke, the elevator finally stopped at your desired floor and started to slide open. Wrapping his fingers around yours, Jay took a deep breath. You could immediately feel the sweat coating his palms.

"I say this with love," you whispered as you moved forward into the hallway. "Please, please, wipe your hands on your jeans."

"Y/N," he hissed. Taking his hand from yours, he wiped helplessly at his thighs. "My palms don't sweat."

"Then they're crying."

Taking another deep breath through his nose, Jay placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned in. "Have I ever told you that you are the cutest, most fucking impossible person I have ever met?"

Spinning away from him, you grinned. "Have I ever told you that when you're worried about something, you clench your jaw? It's kind of hot but can't be great for your teeth."

"For the love of God," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Could you please just support me here?"

"Why?" you asked, fake confusion coating your features. "Are you nervous?"

If looks could kill, you would be dead on the floor. Finally conceding, you reached forward to weave your fingers through his. "Baby, being nervous isn't a bad thing. It just means that something important is happening."

"Fine!" he gasped. "You caught me! Jay Park is actually stressed the fuck out!"

"Third person-"

"Y/N," he deadpanned.

"Okay, okay," you cooed, patting him carefully on the chest. "What has you stressed out?"

Glancing over his shoulder and toward the sounds of the party you were supposed to attend, he looked back at you. "Do we really have to do this right now?"

"No one is going to hear you admitting your weaknesses," you chuckled. "Just tell me what's going on in your head."

"Okay, for one, I don't have weaknesses, so let's establish that right here and fucking now."

"Of course, baby."

He rolled his eyes and began to pout. "I just...don't want to look stupid."

"You know you're the best at what you do," you nodded in what you hoped was encouragement. "Even if you do make yourself look stupid, you always save it somehow."

"But these people, Y/N," he clucked, shaking his head. "They're next level. Investors I need, executives that could have a lot to say about my next moves-"

"And so what?" you asked. "You may not be the tallest in the room, or the most well-spoken, but-"

"Ay! Ay! Ay!" he grunted. "You are shit at pep talks, you know that?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, which in turn made him give you a reluctant smile. "You have you're short-"

"Watch it."

"Shortcomings," you asserted. "But everyone does. You overcome yours every time."

"Yeah, I do, don't I?"

"You do," you smiled. "I know you're your own biggest fan and I'm likely the second biggest. Let me step into that number one spot and have your back tonight."

"Pfft, unnecessary," he chuckled. "Even if I'm struggling, I still got me."

"Of course!" you huffed. "So silly of me to even suggest otherwise!"

Pulling you into him, Jay wrapped his arms around your waist, and nuzzled his face into your neck. "Look at you with that big, sexy brain. Making all of the sense in the world."

"More like stroking your ego in the precisely correct locations," you laughed, scrubbing your fingers across the back of his scalp.

"You can stroke me in other ways tonight," he whispered, biting playfully at your ear.

Moving to face you, he leaned forward to attempt a kiss. Naturally, you turned away. His lips met your cheek, causing him to groan.

Laughing, you turned toward him again, and pulled him in by the shoulders. Smiling up until the moment your lips met, you allowed yourself to get caught up in the man that drove you crazy. In true Jay fashion, he slid his hand down to give a tight squeeze to your butt, causing you to squeak in alarm.

"I think I'm ready now," he hummed. "You?"

"I've been ready," you said quietly. "I was just waiting for you to be too."

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[a-fence]

Trial Dad

Jay Park as your future baby daddy

The doorbell rang and you saw DJ Wegun on the intercom. You opened the door and he shoved Daon into your arms and practically ran to the elevator, leaving you stunned with his actions.

You took out your phone from your pocket and called him. "What the h e l l?" you whispered angrily.

"I appreciate you spelling the word and not cursing in front of my son. But remember you told me you wanted to know if Jay can be a good dad right? So there, babysit Daon. I'm going on a date with my wife, just us two since Daon was born and our babysitter cancelled on me at the last minute. Thanks!" he explained quickly.

"Uhh, I never agreed but okay I guess? Have fun on your date," you replied reluctantly and hung up.

Jay spotted you by the door with Daon in one arm, his stuff hanging on your other arm and hurriedly took Daon’s stuff.

"What do we do with him?" Jay asked.

"Babysit him?" you answered unsurely then mentioned to him that you think there’s more stuff in the hall and Jay fetched his car seat and high chair.

Jay brought them in and told you, "You can put him down you know."

"Our house isn’t baby proofed! What if he hurts himself? Wegun’s gonna be mad at us," you argued

"Well you can’t carry him forever. We’ll just chase after him I guess," he countered.

You did a quick survey of the room and seeing nothing potentially dangerous laying around, you cautiously put Daon down and he started walking around and you followed him just in case.

While you followed him, Jay unpacked some of his stuff like his food and his milk, his bottles and eating utensils. Unsure of what to do with all of it, he Facetimed Wegun to ask. He didn’t forget to tell him that he should have at least given you two a heads up about Daon to which Wegun replied that he wanted to know how to handle a child, and y/n wanted to know if he’s ready for fatherhood and that he's just helping both of you.

Daon finished roaming the apartment and realized he was not home and started to cry. You picked him up and tried to console him.

Jay heard him crying and immediately showed Daon his dad which consoled him a little and Wegun told him they’ll pick him up later and that you two should maybe try and feed him as it’s lunch time already.

"Right!" Jay exclaimed and slapped his forehead and Wegun talked him through prepping Daon’s food.

You grabbed a juice packet to give to Daon which immediately stopped the crying and he finished it quickly and asked for more.

"After lunch, okay? You have to eat first," you told him and you carried him to his high chair and strapped him in. You asked Wegun if he’s allowed screen time and he said they try not to give him any but when they need him to stay still, that’s your best weapon and to limit it to kids shows or educational stuff.

So you played him some Pororo while he waited for his food and you prepped yours and Jay’s lunch. You ate lunch together and you helped Daon feed himself and Jay volunteered to look after him while you do the dishes.

Jay surprisingly played well with him, playing with trains and playing ball. Jay played some air basketball which seemed to be a hit to Daon as he kept on laughing then you suddenly noticed he became quiet and he was scrunching his face.

"I think he’s pooping oppa," you stated.

Jay lifted him and smelled his butt. "Ohhhh ohhh!! I didn’t know kids' poop smell really bad and I think I put his butt way too near my face!"

You cracked up at Jay and the ugly face he made after smelling Daon. You tried to catch your breath and he put Daon back down.

You approached Daon and asked him, "Daon-ah, who do you want to clean your butt? Me or this guy?"

Daon looked at you, then at Jay. He brought a hand up slowly and pointed at Jay.

"Daon-ah, jebal!!" Jay pleaded causing Daon to laugh and he was left with no choice.

You felt a little bad so you helped him out by holding Daon as he sat on the toilet and Jay used the bidet to clean him up. Jay then carried Daon and dried his butt as you grabbed a new diaper.

Jay put the diaper on and set Daon down and he immediately ran out of the bathroom and into the living room where you started to play  Pororo on the TV.

"Daon-ah it’s nap time. Who's gonna put you to bed?" Jay asked, giving you the stink eye as he silently sought revenge.

Daon pointed at him and he pretended to fall dead which only made Daon laugh and crawl beside him.

You prepped his milk while Jay laid a mat on the floor and some pillows for Daon to sleep in.

You brought Daon his bottle and you noticed Jay fell asleep already before Daon did.

You quickly snapped a photo to send to Wegun telling him that the sitter fell asleep before the baby did. You gave Daon his bottle, put his pajamas on, and laid on his other side, patting his thigh lightly to help lull him to sleep. The motion was so rhythmic you didn't notice yourself falling asleep.

There were loud clattering noises coming from the kitchen which woke you up and you saw that Daon was still beside you, also awake and chewing on the nipple of his empty milk bottle. You stood up and checked on Jay and Daon followed you.

"What're you making?" you asked Jay as you gave him a back hug.

"Daon's food and our dinner," he answered as he placed his free hand on top of yours.

"What was all the ruckus though?"

"Oh that woke you up? Sorry. Some of the pots got stuck together and one fell when I pried them apart."

"Hmmm," you hummed in reply.

"Is Daon awake?"

"Yeah, he's –," and you felt a tug on your leggings,"– here."

You untangled yourself from Jay and picked Daon up.

"Are you hungry, little man?" you asked. Daon was still holding his empty bottle and you gently pulled it from his hands and placed it on the sink. You strapped him on his high chair and got him some rice crispies as a pre-dinner snack.

With Daon preoccupied, you started setting up the table and waited for Jay. The doorbell rang just as he was placing the food on the table. You stood up to get it and Wegun and his wife were at the door.

"Is it pick up time already?" you asked.

"Yeah. Where is he?"

"In the dining room. We're just about to eat dinner."

They started packing Daon's belongings and brought some of them to the car. You left the door unlocked so they could let themselves back in.

You started feeding Daon his dinner and his parents stood behind him watching. They were happy that he was behaving well with other people. "Daon-ah look behind you!" and you pointed behind him. He immediately squealed as soon as he saw his parents. They said they'll feed him so you and Jay could eat in peace. You offered them dinner which they kindly declined as they themselves just had dinner.

Wegun helped with the dishes despite your refusal and his wife cleaned Daon up. When everything was cleaned up, they bade their goodbyes and it was just you and Jay in the apartment.

"What do you think?" Jay asked

"I think we can handle a child? Right?" you answered. "Plus it's so quiet now that Daon's gone home."

"Well, it wouldn't be that quiet anymore if we start getting in on it," Jay teased.

"Ya!" you shouted, a frown forming on your face. "We can handle a child but me handling a pregnancy remains to be seened."

"In due time, in due time," Jay appeased, and placed a kiss on your forehead. You snuggled into him and thought that a future with Jay doesn't seem so bad after all.

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[dreamperfectarchives]

KHH Masterlist

༉‧₊˚✧ DPR/ Dream Perfect Regime

DPR Live/ Hong Dabin

[Neon Lights] — Club!AU

↬ Summary: You and Dabin work in a club, that’s it, that’s the fic.

(The link for this fic will send you to my main account)

[Sweet Silence] - Bet!AU

↬ Summary: Dabin makes a bet with his friends without thinking about the consequences and gets into trouble.

Or boys will be boys, Ugh.

DPR Ian/ Christian Yu

[One Step Closer] — Post-Apocalypse!AU

↬ Summary: The worlds come to an end, there’s chaos and dead-beat silence, but above all that, you’re one step closer to a happy ending.

or you’re looking for your brother and find Ian.

(The link for this fic will send you to my main account)

[Written In Pages] - Work!AU

↬ Summary: Sometimes, it’s for the best.

(The link for this fic will send you to my main account)

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