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[itsmyfriendisaac]

♉ April 25th: Korean-American Rapper, Jay Park.

#birthdays #taurus #earth signs #jay park #park jaebeom #park jae beom #musicians #boyfriends #pecs

[casnextdoor]

A/N— soooo i know and they were roommates is unfinished but ive got crippling adhd so im gonna post one of my good ole nameless smutty oneshots. pls keep in my mind, the entire time i was righting this, i imagined cha eunwoo….

Warnings— Smut. like the most ive ever written for public consumption, jealousy, name calling, reader is sus asf, itty bit of angst, not beta-ed, this is a couple months old, minors DNI

Word Count— 2.5k

Song recommendation— OHMAMI by Chase Atlantic; Burn it by Agust D; Jealou$y by The Neighbourhood; Okay by Chase Atlantic;

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The rain beat down on the hood and windshield of the bass-laden car. You could barely hear your thought over the revving of the — frankly annoying — sports car you’d angrily nestled yourself into five minutes prior.

His hand gripped the wheel like it was his lifeline and his jaw was clenched into a tight square. In a different situation, your hands would be roaming with how, for lack of better words, hot he looked. But tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights.

Not when he’d caused such a big scene at a party he’d dragged you to. You’d been perfectly content, wrapped in your Hogwarts fuzzy blanket on the couch, watching reruns of The Office.

It’d been him showing up to your house clad in cracked leather and tight fitting jeans that had you jumping into the first clubbing dress you could find in your mess of a closet and plopping happily into the passenger seat of his car.

Neither of you, however, foresaw the amount of alcohol you’d drink or the way you sought comfort from the first pair of arms that’d wrapped themselves around you. In hindsight, you really did fuck up, but his reaction wasn’t nearly as necessary as he thought it to be. He’d angrily bulldozed his way through the crowd to get to you, snatching your arm into an aggressive hold and seething equally as raged into your ear.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” It was harsh and bitter coming from a mouth that only ever whispers sweet nothings to you in such close proximity. Probably coaxing you off the edge while you were wrapped so delicately in his sheets.

“Having fun. Could you loosen your fucking grip, dude?” His eyes widened and rage was more present than ever.

“Fun? You call this… this slutty behavior, fun? Get a fucking grip. We’re leaving.” And then he was dragging you out of the superficially large home and gently shoving you in the direction of the car.

All of this, leading to the present moment, both of you silently heated on your respective ends of the car. The silence on his end was what was making you upset the most and it didn’t take long for you to make a passive aggressive statement as a silent ploy to get him to say something.

“What a fucking joke.” It was all you could muster when you could quite literally feel the heat emanating off of him. It was uniquely you, though. You’d credit that to the wits of your mother.

He intakes a sharp breath and tightens his hands even tighter around the wheel. With the open silence you’d figured he’d ignore the quip and had another half-assed quip on the tip of your tongue when the car suddenly swerved off the road to the right and jerked to a hard stop.

He turned to you and his anger was more visible now. His face was a dark shade of red and his lips were pulled up into a snarl over his straight, gleaming teeth. All of it brought to a sinister package tied off with a scary bow by his dark eyebrows, furrowed under the fringe of his hair that’d slowly started to grow in wavy strands and now covered the majority of his eyes— which were squinted mockingly.

“‘A fucking joke’? That's all you have to say about the shit you pulled tonight? You want a fucking reaction? You got one.” And in an instant, his long, slender fingers are wrapped around the base of your neck all the way around to the nape. He jerked you forward until you were nose to nose and you could feel the harsh breath blow against the top of your lip. He smelled of liquor and his normal warm, earthy, wood smell that’d you grown to love so much.

You weren’t the only one intune with your lover. He could feel the subtle hitch in your breath and the way your pulse thrummed aggressively under his fingers. He watches as your eyes flutter close before blinking open and meeting his gaze head on. Your eyes were soft and you slowly went slack in his hold. He’s gotten you right where he wants you and his lips curl up into a cheshire grin at the thought.

His lips skimmed over yours as he spoke his next words.

“You belong to me. You want to go flaunting what you have between your legs like some bitch in heat, but you’re mine,” He watched as your eyes closed again and you let out the softest whimper he’d ever heard from you.

“Do you understand me?” He squeezes again and watches the way your eyelids flutter when your eyes roll back. When he doesn’t receive a response, he playfully nips at your bottom lip, licking his tongue across the bite apologetically when you moan.

“I said, do you understand me?” You hum in agreement and jerk forward a bit in his grasp, chasing after his lips.

Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the response he was looking for, and just when you were sinking into the feeling of completely drowning in him, he pulled away completely, and you feel the rumbling of the car purring to life, once again.

“I guess you forgot how to use your words.” His condescending draw sends shockwaves through your body, bringing you back to the present moment while simultaneously making you aware of the way you kept throwing yourself at him like you weren’t just purposefully trying to piss him off fifteen minutes prior. But the steady heartbeat between your legs and the aching need to hand yourself over to him and let him do as he pleases with you was too much for even someone as prideful as you to bare.

So before he shifts the gear stick, you grasp his wrist in a solid grip and you mumble exactly what he wanted to hear. “I understand…” He smirks, turns the key in the ignition before snatching it out and sending you a sideways glance.

He reached his hand on the side of his seat and watched as your face morphed from confusion to pure desire as he reclined his seat and lowered it.

“I didn’t hear you, pretty girl. Wanna repeat that for me?” He moved his hand from under yours and used the leverage of your lowered guard to manhandle you across the center console and into his lap.

You stable yourself with your hands on his chest, but your focus was completely on the way his mouth twisted and curved with every word he spoke.

“I understand.” He prides himself in the fucked out look on your face and he hadn’t so much as glanced at the pussy he’s so rightfully claimed as his.

“Good girl. Always so good for me, yeah? With the exception of tonight of course,” He laces his fingers in between yours and lands them gently in his lap as he regards you with a fake look of thoughtfulness. He pulls a faux look of sudden genius before he plasters on the fakest sweet smile he had in him. “I think you owe me an apology, beautiful.”

You nod dumbly at him, waiting for him to give his first command of the night. In the state you were in, you’d be willing to jump if he asked the only question you’d pose is ‘how high’.

“How about…” He dramatically taps his finger on his chin thoughtfully before pinning you with a dangerous look. “… you take those pretty little panties off and show me what’s mine?” You were quick to follow his command, reaching under your dress and fumble with your underwear until you awkwardly got them down your leg and threw them into the passenger seat, where you were sure you were going to lose them.

He hummed in approval before cooly delivering his next command. “Now lay back on my chest. I want you to watch while I show you why no other man could please you the way I do.” And it was like second nature the way you settled into his lap, back lying comfortably against his chest. You both watched with bated breaths as you spread your legs and he couldn’t help but groan at the sound of the strands of slick formed and snapped the wider your legs got.

“Now do me a favor, baby. Don’t take your eyes off my hands, okay? Can you do that for me?” You hum out an agreement and are quickly met with a sharp slap to your pussy. “Use your words, sweetheart.” He mutters, sinisterly, into your ear. His tongue peaked out and swiped over your earlobe before he continued to pepper kisses all over the back of your neck and the parts of your shoulder the dress exposed. One of his hands stroked the inside of your thigh, just out of reach from where you wanted him, while the other languidly rubbed circles into the skin of your stomach right under your hiked up dress.

You gasp at the sharp pain of the slap— it immediately turned into a moan as he rewarded you with an apologetic rub to your neglected clit.

“I can do it.” You mumble out, lips trembling a little. He was quick to catch that and the way your eyes watered as well.

“Look at you, baby. Already crying and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He chuckled darkly and you had half a mind to wonder if this was affecting him as much as it was you, if it were for the twitch of his cock and the jerking of his hips right under your ass.

He circled his thumb on your clit in slow circles, staring intently at your face. He cursed under his breath at the way your head dropped back on his shoulder and let out a moan he could feel resonating through his whole body.

“Look at that, baby. Look at the mess you're making.” You lift your head to see the mess you’d created on the crotch of his jeans and leather seat of the car. He hadn’t even breeched your weeping pussy but that didn’t stop you from dripping a puddle underneath you.

You groan and raise your hand over your eyes in embarrassment, much to his dismay and his quick to let you know.

“No, No, honey. Put your hands down. Let me see that pretty little face.” Any other time you’d probably aim to wipe the stupid — but handsome — grim off of his face, but the way his hands roamed and his deep chuckle resonated through your whole body like ground rumbling thunder had you burrowing yourself further into his embrace. You dropped your hands from your face and craned your neck to get a good look at his face.

The guy was handsome on a good day and absolutely, panty droppingly sexy on a bad one. You lucked out with this one. You were easily reminded when the hand that was on your stomach slid seductively up your chest, past your neck and gripped your chin.

He softly jerked your head in the direction of the steering wheel. He tsked at you teasingly and bestowed a strategically placed kiss on the back of your neck. “Pay attention, baby. Don’t disobey now.” You could hear the sheer glee in his voice.

His thumb continued its ministrations, only speeding up when you jerked your hips in search of more. He wasn’t going to give you much more of anything until you asked, but he couldn’t really torture you the way he should. Not when you moaned and mewled so prettily the way you were. And it was all just for him.

He watched as you squirmed and arched and he knew just what you needed. He watched your face screw up in utter euphoria as you gasped, begging for more. Your voice was pitched up and you were practically whining but it was music to his ears. The way he could break you down to nothing and build you back up again, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“What is it that you want, honey? Tell me. I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.” He slowed his thumb down and listened in utter amusement as you groaned in protest.

“Don’t… don’t stop. Keep going.” Your words were slurring together and your tongue was heavy in your mouth. Your chest was heaving and there wasn’t a single thought in your brain.

“Tell me what you need.” His words were clipped like he was angry but you could feel the weight of his fingers continuing to grip your chin and the grip grew tighter the longer the silence stretched.

You groaned in frustration as his thumb slowed completely to a stop. “I want you. Your fingers. Your cock I want it all. Please.” You begged and wiggled your ass over his dick as a last ditch attempt to convince him.

It didn’t do much but amuse him and harden his cock until it was straining against his jeans. He was composed otherwise and if it weren’t for your fucked out state, you’d be working harder to change that. But you were desperate. Sweat had started to accumulate on your forehead and your legs were beginning to cramp. It was insane the way he could turn you into a shell of yourself in mere minutes.

“Then be still, pretty.” And as if he controlled your every move, you stopped. And his grin was shit eating.

“Good girl.” And just like they’d never left, his fingers were exactly where you needed them. He circled your entrance teasingly before plunging knuckle deep.

His fingers were languid and lazy in their stroke and thumb brushed leisurely against your clit. You gasped for air and easily accommodated the intrusion.

He listened blissfully as you whimpered and groaned quietly. It would be too much like him to continue like this until you clumsily stumbled over the edge. Tonight, however, you would have to work for it.

You preened and arched your back when he quickened his pace. “Feel good, honey?” He muttered sardonically into your ear. But you answered anyway, moaning out a loud yes.

He kept his pace, allowing the palm of his hand to slam against your clit and it wasn’t long before the telltale signs of your approaching release became more and more apparent.

You gripped his wrist and whispered continuously for him to ‘Keep going’ and ‘Don’t stop’. You sounded so pretty and he felt a little bad when he did what he did next.

“You close, baby?” He asked, faux interest dripping from his words like venom. You hummed and responded, too lost in the feeling he induced.

Then, it was all gone. His hand, the feeling of his breath on the nape of your neck, the trance inducing words. All of it. He’d completely withdrawn from you all together.

“Guess you’ll have to wait.” He said, false concern lapping away at his words. “Don’t want to ruin your fun.” He deposited you gently back into your seat and ignored the tears welling up in your eyes.

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↳ 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠

𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺，𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴．𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨．𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘭． 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥，𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦).

↳ 𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙢

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬， 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶，𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵． 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴， 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯．𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 “𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙，𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐼“ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵．𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶， 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨？

⇥ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯?

⇤ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?

⇥ 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴

⇥ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯?

⇥ 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵?

⇤ ??

↳ 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦， 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶．𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 （𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰， 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦， 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘤）𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮？𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘴？𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨？“𝑌／𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤“ 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴．

↳ 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜

𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴．𝘉𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨，𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦，𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵／𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦．𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯．

↳ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙟𝙖𝙚

*𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧* 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯？𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳����𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦．𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴，𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 （𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥），𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘥，𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬．𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦，𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴， 𝘵𝘦𝘢，𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 （𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺）𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴．𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵，𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵．𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥，𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴，𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 （𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘬）．

↳ 𝘽𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙢

𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙝𝙞𝙢，𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥，𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥．𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦．𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯？𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵？𝘯𝘰，𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴．𝘯𝘰－．𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥．𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵？𝘈𝘮𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵！（𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨）

↳ 𝙔𝙪𝙜𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙢

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬，𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵， 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 “𝑌𝑢𝑔𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑠？𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑥?“ 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦．

— 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹𝘰

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[holdinbacksecrets]

𓏸𓂃boyfriend things╰𓏸 in a letter… to say the least

◞✧𓏯 ⸝⸝⸝ in that yearning state with heartache 💌 for my fellow nct, bts, svt, got7 enthusiasts ⊹◞✿

♡don’t forget about our histories, and the way they’re wrapped up together, well-acquainted, quite familiar… to say the least

♡don’t forget about our laughter, and the way yours lifted higher in my presence, falling into something comfortable and free

♡don’t forget our sleeping together, and the routine we created, something impossible to know without the other. i’m still getting used to emptiness; we’re becoming well-aquatinted… to say the least

♡don’t forget about the open windows, and the way i endured- softened in cold breeze. the annoyance you came to know because the heating bill spiked over my strange way of finding delight

♡don’t forget about the friends who told me i wasn’t enough for you, over the lunch we planned for my birthday. i couldn’t believe the gift i came to receive. was that the first straw or the last?

♡don’t forget about the dresser drawers and the morning i spent cleaning out my closet, my bedroom, rearranging my things so happily for you. the beams we shared and memorized in october when our love settled into the walls and furniture

♡don’t forget the times we spoke about forever, imagining ourselves as that elderly couple the young ones will coo over. i promised myself you would know me until there wasn’t anything new to learn. i promised myself it would be worth letting you in. and it was, but i miss you… to say the least.

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1:01 am

Im Jaebeom x female reader / 503 words / angst / fluff

Warnings: cursing, miscommunication, mentions of anxiety

66. “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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It was late, but you were hoping your boyfriend would return home soon. He had moved companies to finally create the music he wanted without being constantly criticized for his unique taste. It was one of the happiest you had ever seen Jaebeom, even though he would be parting from the boys for a bit to create music alone, he knew it would be worth it and you would be there to support him until they returned.

You opened Twitter to see a shocking headline, ‘GOT7’s JB seen at the airport to move to the US after signing with Universal Records’. You felt your body begin to shake with anxiety. It had been a few days since you last saw Jaebeom since he was at the company making music, but you never once thought he would leave for the States without telling you? You jumped up from your shared bed, grabbing your jacket and purse and running out the door. You looked like a mess yet you could care less. You knew he had signed with Universal Records after leaving JYP, but moving to another continent? He wouldn’t, not without telling you.

You tried calling him over and over again, only to be met by his answering tone each time, “What the fuck is going on JB?” You quickly made your way into this company building, scanning your pass before moving towards the elevator to find which room he was in, hoping to god he actually wasn’t at the airport.

“Jaebeom! JB! Where are you?” You cried, feeling the hot tears rolling down your pink cheeks, “Baby, where are you? Please tell me you didn’t actually leave,” You continued to sob as you fell to the ground in the hallway.

You heard a door open before a pair of hands were placed on your back and then wrapped around you, “Y/N? Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s so late. Are you okay? Why are you crying baby?” You lifted your head to see your boyfriend staring down at you with panic in his eyes as he examined your face to make sure you weren’t hurt.

You threw yourself into his chest, tightly holding onto him as if he was to leave and never come back, “Please don’t leave! I saw the headline of you leaving to the States and you didn’t answer my calls.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” He hugged you even tighter, wanting to show you how sorry he was, “That was a rumor the media outlets made up since I was at the airport recently to get a new passport for when we go and visit Mark next. I wouldn’t just leave like that, especially without telling you,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you sniffled up at him.

“Please never leave me. I’ve never been so scared in my life,” You tried your best not to cry anymore.

Jaebeom smiled down at you before placing a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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Lost Cause | Jung Jaehyun

Summary: You decide to give your ex Jaehyun a second chance. Is there time to rescue your relationship?

Genre: Angst, ex boyfriend AU

Word Count: 1k

As soon as you walked into the little Italian place, you spotted Jaehyun. 

He was stunning in his simple black suit, shadows falling under his glorious cheekbones. A flood of emotions – desire, hurt, anxiety – rushed through you when you saw him. 

“Uh… hi,” you said, sitting opposite to him. 

Jaehyun held out a glass. “Bailey’s still your favourite?”

To be honest, you’d stopped drinking Bailey’s two years ago – after you broke up with Jaehyun. 

“Sure,” you shrugged. 

Jaehyun tried to hand you the drink, but his hand shook so much it spilled on his sleeve. 

“Damn it,” he cursed. “Honestly, I’m… super nervous. It’s not every day you go on a first date with your ex.” 

“I’m nervous too,” you said, and you both chuckled, relaxing a little. 

Jaehyun grinned. “Why don’t we just pretend it really is a first date?” He held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Jaehyun. Nice to meet you.” “Hi, Jaebeom, is it?” you said, making Jaehyun laugh. “You look great.” 

“You too,” Jaehyun said, taking your hand in his and tracing your palm lines with his finger. Your heart began to race at the touch, familiar yet unfamiliar.  

“You know, I’m a model.” Jaehyun said. “We have this saying that the perfect face doesn’t exist. But, uh, clearly, the people who came up with that have never met you.” You fought a smile. “Well, I am a biology lecturer,” you added. “And evolutionarily speaking, we are hardwired to desire taller and stronger people. So, the girls must be all over you.” Jaehyun grinned. “Although, you know, evolution is only one theory. I think we have to consider creation, too.”

You snorted. 

“What?” Jaehyun said, removing his hand from yours.  

“Nothing,” you said, smoothing your dress. “I just forgot that you believe in wacko theories like that.” 

Jaehyun stared at you. “Excuse me?” 

You sighed. “No, look, I don’t have a problem with it. It’s cute.” 

“Oh, please,” Jaehyun said. “By cute, you mean that your boyfriend is dumb, but you don’t care because I’m pretty?” 

“I never said you were dumb!” you exclaimed. 

Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “I know why you didn’t invite me to those conferences. You didn’t want your fancy university friends to realise you had a stupid boyfriend.” He sniffed. “Well, you should feel lucky to get a guy like me.”

You rolled your eyes, lying back in your chair. “This again! You think I’m some ugly nerd who doesn’t deserve a boyfriend as gorgeous as you.” Jaehyun frowned. “That’s not fair.”

You shook your head. “You know what I always thought? If there are so many girls throwing themselves at you, why don’t you just sleep with one of them?” You laughed. “Oh wait. You did. You slept with your agent, for crying out loud.” Jaehyun pushed out his chair. “What was I meant to do? I had a girlfriend who was so busy with work I knew her Whatsapp profile picture better than her!”  

“At least I have a career!” you huffed. “All your little ‘modelling’ gigs got us was red letters from the bank!” 

Jaehyun rubbed his eyes. “What is happening to us?” You fell into your chair. “I’m sorry, Jaehyun. It was stupid of me to think that we could get back together.”

You sat in exhausted silence until the next round of drinks came.

“It wasn’t stupid.” Jaehyun said, taking your hand. “You were the love of my life.” You felt a twinge in your chest, pain or love or both. “You were mine, too,” you admitted.

You leaned forward and kissed Jaehyun, your hand gripping his hair, throwing yourself into it completely. 

The kiss wasn’t bad. It was gentle. Jaehyun’s lips were soft. But something, some spark was missing. It was like both of you were playing along without really feeling anything. You slowly pulled away. 

“That was…” Jaehyun started. 

“Awful,” you finished, cracking a smile. 

“Terrible,” Jaehyun agreed, with a chuckle. “Maybe it’s too late for us to start again. We’re… ancient history.” 

Although his words hurt, you knew they were true. “Well, will you share this drink with an old friend?” you asked, lifting your glass. 

Jaehyun raised his glass as well. “To old friends.”

“To old friends,” you said.   

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MASTERLIST

「 ATEEZ 」

Sexual Styles Headcanons NSFW MTL Breed Kinks NSFW Caring for You: Chronic Illness Edition SFW As Cringy Pick-Up Lines NSFW Stoned Sex NSFW MTL Virgin Kink NSFW Fave Lingerie Colors NSFW

「 BTS 」

Drunk & Horny Headcanons NSFW BTS and their Secret Socials Headcanons SFW MTL Praise Kink NSFW

12 Lays of Kinkmas Masterlist SFW & NSFW

Will Scream for Soju SFW Featuring: Friend!Reader x OT7

Ditto ✧ Ditto Pt.2 SFW Featuring: Chef!Reader x Idol!Kim Seokjin

Keeping the Cadence NSFW Featuring: Fellow Military!Reader x Jung Hoseok

the layover NSFW Featuring: Escort!Reader x Idol!Kim Namjoon

Anti-Hero NSFW Featuring: Reader x Boyfriend!Kim Namjoon

Geonbae Pt.1 ✧ Geonbae Pt.2 NSFW Featuring: Reader x Fuckboy!Park Jimin ft. Kwon Soonyoung and OC!besties 🎧 the playlist 🖼️ the moodboard

Full Service NSFW Featuring: Noona!Reader x Idol!Jeon Jungguk

「 Seventeen 」

Autumnal This or That SFW Troop Seventeen: Badge Ceremony SFW

As Sex Workers NSFW

「 SHINee 」

Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours NSFW

「 Stray Kids 」

MTL Aftercare Sandwich NSFW MTL House Husbands SFW SKZ in The Hunger Games NSFW SKZ Noona Kink NSFW Fave Lingerie Color NSFW

Eyes on Fire SFW Featuring: Werewolf!Han Jisung x Vampire!Lee Minho

astringe NSFW Featuring: Best Friend!Reader x Hwang Hyunjin

「 Multi 」

K-Pop Stan Q's (first edition) Idols as The Goonies SFW BTS, ATEEZ & SKZ in a John Hughes Film SFW Bias List as Millennial Cult Book Series SFW EXO-L x atiny SFW

「 Soft Hours 」 SFW

Recovering from a minor surgery… Featuring: Kim Seokjin of BTS. Song Mingi of ATEEZ. Lee Taeyong of NCT. Lim Jaebeom of GOT7.

the autumnal special Featuring: Christian Yu aka DPR Ian. Jeong Yunho of ATEEZ. Byun Baekhyun of EXO.

「 Hard Hours 」 NSFW

Touch Starved Featuring: Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ. Kim Mingyu of SVT. Lee Minhyuck of BTOB.

Partner Won't Let You Sleep SFW & NSFW Featuring: Vampire!Park Sunghoon of ENHYPEN. Kim Seungmin of SKZ. Liu Yangyang of NCT. Lee Taemin of SHINee.

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[jadededge]

Tear You Apart | Ch.3

Pairing:  GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.

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Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Despite their busy and immortal lives, the boys try to have dinner together as often as possible. Gathering around the large oak table in their dining room, they share laughs and stories of the day. Relaxing and unwinding as a family.

"So, maknaes," Jaebeom starts. "I hear you had to provide some backup on Canal. How did that go?"

"We went to see Selah. I'm so sorry," Youngjae immediately folds and bows his head, hoping to be spared.

Bam sucks his teeth. "Youngjae, what the fuck man?"

"You did what?" Jaebeom asks calmly. Too calm.

The sound of silverware hitting plates echoed in the now quiet room.

"Aw shit, boys, why did you do that?" Mark asks.

"We only wanted to see her." Yugyeom adds with a pout. "We didn't even talk to her." He says leaning towards Youngjae.

Jinyoung must've caught that because he immediately followed up. "Bam. What about you?"

"Whatever. I talked to her. And I got her number."

All the older brothers sigh. Jaebeom continues to look. His chin starts to protrude.

"Son, why did you do that when we have her number?" Mark asked.

"I'm sorry, were we going to start texting her and tell her we looked up everything about her beforehand?" He laid it out. "I'm playing the boyfriend game." He leans back, looking proud of himself.

Jaebeom was pissed, but he was trying not to show it. He had a plan, and this... He stands, pushing his chair back to leave. "I'm going out."

"Either you've messed up so badly that he needs to go prepare to send you back or..." Jackson pauses. "Actually, I don't know what else he could be doing. Nice knowing you, Bam. I'll see you in 50 years."

Jinyoung chimes in with a disapproving tone, "You do know Jackson went to meet her as well? What will she think? We're meant to be playing this smart, and you've gone and added another complication to the situation. Yeah, Jaebeom should send you back."

"I fucked up, huh?" Bam says, hanging his head.

Mark, though known for his temper, is actually quite gentle with his brothers. Particularly the younger ones, and tries to comfort them. "Did you fuck up? Yes. But it will be okay. JB won't send you back."

"He might strangle you, though." Jackson says he is taking a bite of his food.

Mark gives him a 'stop that' look.

"What? Bammie, I invited Selah to the club. How do we explain to her that out of pure coincidence, she met both of us on the same day and that we know each other? You might have to miss the opening."

Bam lets out a puff of air ready to protest.

"That's actually not a bad idea." Jinyoung says. "You three will not be at the opening."

The younger ones begin to protest. Jinyoung holds his hand up and says, "Save it. This is perfect. Perhaps Jaebeom won't murder you if we can salvage this."

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The weekend arrives, and everybody is a bundle of nerves. After adjusting plans, the boys feel like they're actually in a better place. Feeling that perhaps it would be easier to introduce her to four of them versus all seven.

The maknaes are on warehouse duty for the night, and they couldn't have been more sour about it.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into going with you. Now look at me." Youngjae pouts, looking into the distance.

Bam rolls his eyes and says, "Well, you hardly put up a fight at a gentle suggestion."

Yugyeom chuckles a bit. "You did come along pretty easily. We should just be happy we didn't get banished."

"Valid point. But I want to meet her now." Youngjae says.

Yugy juts his lip out, "Me too."

"Yeah she's great. Glad I talked to her when I did." Bam says proudly.

The other two side eye him.

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Selah arrives at the club accompanied by her friend Brianca. She's feeling good about how she looks. The little black dress she has on is her favorite among the many in her closet. The tiny straps sit upon her glittering shoulders. The bodice fits tight on her chest with a side split that causes the material to lay nicely over her ass. Matched with a flattering pair of heels that elongate her legs and strap around her ankles is giving her a confidence boost. Not to mention, she smelled amazing.

She's hoping to see Jackson. Bam hasn't texted her. Which made her a bit sad, as she was hoping he would. But she figured she would at least have a good time, get her mind off the week, and look good if for nobody but herself

"Girl, this club is nice!" Brianca says to Selah. "And you said he's the owner?"

"That's what he said. So I'm not sure I'll easily bump into him." Selah responds by surveying the area.

"Let's get a drink!" Brianca suggests.

At the bar, Brianca has already been approached by a couple of guys and is chatting one up. She has a very inviting aura, so it's no surprise she's already deep in conversations.

At one point she leans over to Selah, "omg girl. This is that guy I told you about. That I went out with a couple of weeks ago." "The one with the.." Selah wiggles her brows. 

"Yes him." Brianca exclaims trying not to let him hear.

Selah chuckles, "well it looks like you're in for a wild night."

"Here's hoping." Brianca cheers with her friend and turns back to her presumed date for the evening.

As Selah is enjoying her cocktail, she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder that sends shivers throughout her body. Looking to her left, she sees Jackson. Managing her reaction, she doesn't smile too hard. "Jackson, hi."

"Selah, you made it." He's grinning from ear to ear. He takes a second to look her up and down. Without realizing it, he's licking his lips. "You look amazing."

This causes her to blush hard and look away briefly. "Thank you. You look great yourself, and your club is amazing."

"Thank you. I spotted you and wanted to be sure I had a chance to speak while things were going smoothly."

He needed to get her away from her friend and up to the private room. He can tell she cares about her and won't want to leave her alone or unsafe. But it appears luck was on his side.

"Brianca." Selah is turning to get her friend's attention to introduce her to Jackson. "This is Ja-."

But she's being lead to the dance floor by the guy she was chatting with. She looks back and smiles big at her friend. Quickly surveying the guy next to Selah she gives her a 'go get em' look.

"Well I was going to introduce you but nevermind I guess." She laughs.

Jackson sighs internally with relief, "No worries, we can meet later. She looks like a good time."

"Oh she's a blast in a glass. She'll be entertained for hours."

"In that case, would you like me to show you around?" Jackson asks as he holds his hand out for her.

"Sure. I'd like that, we sort of b-lined to the music, so I haven't seen the rest."

He leads her through the crowd and back toward the foyer. The place is actually quite large with a few different areas. One being the bigger bar and dance floor area they just left. Jackson shows her around the bottom floor. Even showing her a few behind the scene places before leading her into a lounge area. It's decorated in gold, with soft lighting and slow music, this makes for a nice area to chat.

"One of my brothers designed this room. He thought it would be a good idea to add an area that was much less chaotic than the traditional club atmosphere." Jackson explained.

"Oh you have a brother?" Selah asks.

"Yes, six actually." He leads her to the bar to order himself a drink. "Would you like anything?"

"Whatever you're having. Unless it's vodka." She makes a disgusting face.

Jackson chuckles and signals to the bartender, "please send over two glasses of Hennessy and ice. Thanks T."

"You got it boss." The bartender responds.

Jackson turns his attention to Selah, "Come, let's have a seat."

Settling in, Jackson takes this time to get a really good look at her. She's perfect. They begin a back and forth conversation that flows with ease. He asks her questions about herself that he already knows the answers to, but he loves hearing her talk, so this isn't a problem.

She asks about his business endeavors and he explains to her how he owns this a few other nightclubs. He mentions the corporation that his family runs, not the illegal things, obviously.

"So you have 6 brothers. That had to be hectic growing up." Selah comments.

"You could say that again. We're not exactly blood brothers, more very close friends, but we're brothers in just about every other way. We sort of came together at different times but we've been together ever since." She's listening intently. Jackson hasn't even used his gifts to any degree and she's already hooked on his every word. "Three of them are here now. I was hoping to introduce you actually. They've been dying to meet you."

"Oh, you've told them about me?" She's shocked, they only met briefly. "And you want me to meet them?"

He smiles and grabs her hand, gently caressing it. "Of course, we tell each other everything. So when I met a gorgeous woman, I told them immediately."

She was a bit hesitant but the moment Jackson touches her, she gets those same shivers. Being near Jackson, she finds herself alot more willing to go along with just about anything he says. Especially when he touches her.

She blushes, "Okay, sure."

He beams at her, "You're going to love them."

"I should text my friend and let her know."

This irritates Jackson. But he hides his displeasure. "Sure, no problem. "

He needs her alone and he didn't want to manipulate her to do it but this is becoming tedious. How do normal people live like this.

"Oh, she actually messaged to say she left with that guy. I must've missed it. I guess i'm all yours." Selah explains.

"Perfect." Jackson stands and extends his hand to help her up.

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Leading her out of the lounge and through the club to the stairs, Selah feels lightheaded. She feels as if she's walking to another world. The decor is also darker upstairs. The walls are a blood red velvet with black damask patterning. The lighting is low and the music from downstairs is faded and becomes more faint the deeper they walk.

"Continuing the tour," Jackson starts. "This top floor has a few private rooms that special guests can use, as well as the offices."

He stops at a door at the end of the hall and on the other side, Selah knows deep down, everything will change once she steps in. Jackson opens the door and gestures for her to enter.

The room is spacious, continuing the same dark motif, but the colors are a darker green and black with gold accents. There's a full-sized bar and and lounge area with a large window across the way for a view of the entire dance floor from above. 

And scattered about the room are three of the finest men Selah has ever seen, apart from Jackson. It nearly takes her breath away. They are dressed in finely tailored suits, like Jackson, and they have this something about them she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe this was a mistake. She thinks.

Jackson places his hand on the small of her back and moves her further into the room, "Selah, these are three of my brothers." He points to one at the bar with a short haircut and a dazzling smile that warms her heart. "This is Mark, the oldest."

"Hello gorgeous, lovely to meet you." He finishes making his drink and comes to settle in a chair next to the couch.

"And this absolute cutie..." pointing to other one with a short haircut. His lips grab her attention and she can't help but stare at them. He chuckles slightly and bites his bottom lip. She had to stop her knees from giving out. Did he do that on purpose. "...is Jinyoung."

He rolls his eyes, "Could you not introduce me that way." He gives her a smile staring directly in her eyes making her melt.

"Why? Is he not adorable Selah?" Jackson turns to ask her. She blushes from being put on the spot. Jackson laughs. "And lastly but certainly not least, this is Jaebeom. He is our leader."

Calling this man gorgeous would be an understatement. With longer hair styled perfectly sitting across his neck. Selah couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run her fingers through it. She's cursing herself for how hard she is crushing on her crush's brothers.

He nods her direction. "Nice to meet you Selah, you can call me Jay B."

Her head swims. "Nice to meet you all"

"Come let's sit." Jackson moves them to a loveseat next to Jaebeom and across from Mark. Jinyoung has his eyes trained on her.

All four of them are drawing her in, with their confidence and captivating aura. But just beyond that is something tugging at her, whispering danger. She's watching herself wade further into the waters. What is happening...

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Featured Fics - November

At the end of each month, members have the opportunity to select 1 fic from the last 30 days (or retain the current fic, or a previously posted one, if no new fics have been posted this month) to showcase on this list, as well as on our updated Featured Fics page.

You Drive Me Crazy (But It Feels Alright) ➢ written by: @wooahaeproductions

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x F.Reader Word Count: 15.2k Summary: You and your neighbor, Jihoon used to be best friends as kids. As time passed, unfortunate events and the cliques of junior high tore the two of you apart. Several years later, you find yourselves in the same college but the two of you actively avoid each other and some people would even say you were enemies. As fate would have it, breakups lead you both to wonder if there's ever a chance to rekindle the friendship.

Something Sweet ➢ written by: @anyamaris

Pairing: Kyungsoo x F.Reader Word Count: 3k Summary: You and your friend have started a weekly ritual of baking in your apartment, and you both find yourselves enjoying each others company more and more.

Challenge Me ➢ written by: @seokgyuu

Pairing: OT13 x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 85k+ Summary: Your best friend challenges you to sleep with 13 guys this semester and you end up in the messiest love story of your life.

F*ck My Thighs ➢ written by: @ourdawnishotterthanourday

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x F.Reader Word Count: 17.2k Summary: Ever since you started working at XTREMEGEAR, you’ve been hopelessly obsessed with Lee Seokmin...god damn Lee Seokmin and his fucking divine thighs. You didn’t think you’d ever stand a chance with him. But when your company forces you to go to a sports and wellness retreat with the whole HR department, you discover that you haven’t been as discreet about your little crush as you thought you were.

On The Ropes ➢ written by: @raplinesmoon

Pairing: Seokjin x F.Reader Word Count: 18.1K Summary: Kim Seokjin had been washed-up, run-down, and forgotten by the world of boxing. He’d settled on spending the rest of his life fading into obscurity. What he doesn’t count on is having a new trainee walk into his gym, and meeting you in the process.

Translucence ➢ written by: @icequeenbae

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x F.Reader Word Count: 4.2k Summary: It’s your first short vacation with Dongmin since you started dating, and you get a chance to stay at an extremely fancy hotel in Jeju. The ocean-view suite is perfect, yet there’s a small inconvenience… or a genius design?

More Than You Know ➢ written by: @beomcoups

Pairing: Vernon x F.Reader Word Count: 2.5k Summary: A night of fright is no delight, as your boyfriend harbors a secret that changes the trajectory of your lives. 

Otherworldly ➢ written by: @kwanisms

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader Word Count: 29.2k Summary: While watching a meteor shower with her best friend, Y/N witnesses a UFO falling from the sky and crashing on her family's farm. The two rush to the wreckage site and find an alien spacecraft with a rather mysterious survivor.

Smoke & Mirrors ➢ written by: @shuadotcom

Pairing: Seungcheol x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 3.6k Summary: You’re feeling uncharacteristically adventurous and your boyfriend just can’t say no to you.

Eros et Psyche ➢ written by: @hobeemin

Pairing: Im Jaebeom x F.OC Word Count: 5.1k Summary: A retelling of the Greek myth of how the God of Love Eros met and fell in love with Psyche.

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[jiminniethemarshmallow]

I Remember pt. 2

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: eventual smut, fluff, a tiny bit of angst (?)

Word count: 12.7k

Warnings: None!

An overcast hangs in the sky, yet the weather is still warm. You sweat on your way to Jaebeom’s place. He’s asked you out on another date, 3 weeks after the last one, and you still have no idea how to feel about him. In that time, you’ve met with Jimin every chance you had, going out to try food places around town, hanging out at the park, you even reconnected with his parents one day last week. They treated you like family and scolded you for not visiting them during his 3 year absence but said they understood why it was hard for you. After meeting with them and going on several… outings, you guess… with Jimin, now you don’t know what Jaebeom’s role is in all this. He is a really strong boyfriend candidate, especially compared to other men that you’ve seen, but you just can’t let Jimin go. And apparently Jimin is beginning to feel something toward you as well. 

Just as you reach your destination, a text from Jimin comes through your phone. Looking down at it before exiting your car, you nearly choke on air at what it says.

Jimin 🐥: Hey, how would you feel about going on a date with me?

Jimin 🐥: Like, a real date

You stare at the message for about a minute before another one comes through.

Jimin 🐥: You don’t have to of course!

And then the typing bubble appears, disappears, then reappears several times before going away one final time. Jimin wants to go on a date with you? A real life, romantic date with romantic intentions? The timing couldn’t be worse. Jaebeom appears in his front door, waving at you and startling you into action as you turn off your car and head to him. Today’s destination is the small fair being held in your town, and he seems really enthusiastic about it. The unanswered message in your phone taunts you as you transfer into Jaebeom’s car, beginning the drive to the fairgrounds.

“Are you okay?” He asks, noticing the shadowed look on your face. He glances over at you to double check, and you give him a brief smile.

“Yeah!” You say through a sigh. “Just worried about if it’s going to rain on us later.” To corroborate your lie you lean in toward the window to observe the sky, overcasting clouds now darkening ever so slightly. The air is humid and sticky and you can’t help but want to go home. 

“Eh, I don’t think it’ll rain on us. They aren’t calling for showers until later tonight.” Your date states confidently, dismissing your concerns. Not that it mattered, you somewhat hope it rains so you get to end the date early. You still haven’t responded to Jimin yet and you’re halfway through the drive, so you resolve to give him an answer by the time you reach the fair. 

The car ride is heavy with silence despite Jaebeom playing his “best” playlist for you and humming along occasionally. You don’t say much of anything to him and he starts to worry that something happened to you in the time since he last saw you. You seemed so bright before, relieved and free, but now you seem burdened with something that weights down your shoulders and face, making you look tired. He won’t ask if you aren’t willing to talk about it on your own, you know he’s always willing to help or lend a listening ear so he isn’t too worried. You’ll open up eventually. But when he parks his car and sees you texting someone, he becomes a bit curious.

You: I’d love to! How’s tomorrow?

And at the top of the screen is Jimin’s name. 

This wouldn’t be cause for concern except for the fact that somewhere in Jimin’s messages Jaebeom spots the word “date”. No, it’s none of his business what you do with other men, especially since he shouldn’t be looking at your phone anyway— and most importantly, he’s not your boyfriend— but he feels a pang in his heart nonetheless. He tries to remind himself that he’s the one that you’re on a date with right now, not Jimin, and gets out of the car, prepared to blow you away today. He opens your door for you and offers his hand when you get out, and at least that earns a shy smile from you. See, it will be fine. Your phone buzzes just as you reach the entrance, but both of you choose to ignore it.

The mood of this date is so much different than your last one that it makes your stomach knot up. Your attitude shift toward Jaebeom is unintentional, yet you are terrible at hiding how you feel and your inner turmoil. You went from nearly jumping his bones at the end of the last date to barely making eye contact today, and he knows it isn’t because you’re embarrassed.

Halfway through the date, he decides to confront you about it, something that shocks you. But you sorta like how head-on he is.

“Is something wrong?” He steps in a little closer to you to ask in a hushed voice, minding the people surrounding you.

“No? Why do you ask?” You try your best to keep a neutral face, feeling like you’ve been caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“No, I mean, did I do something to upset you? You’re acting weird today.” He dips his shoulder to weave through the crowd as you both walk to the next attraction. You haven’t even been paying attention to the games the two of you have been playing at the various stalls and it feels like he’s wasting his money and time. “You don’t really seem like you’re here all the way. Does this have something to do with last time?” He asks cautiously, not knowing if that was why you said yes to Jimin and have been acting distant towards him.

“No! Of course not, last time was fine.” You bite your lip as anxiety starts to bubble within you. Had he seen the texts you shared with Jimin?

“Then why are you so hesitant today? It makes me feel like I did something wrong.” He nearly pouts as he says this, frowning for a second longer before taking your hand to pull you aside. “Look, if it has something to do with whoever you were texting earlier, can you at least try to forget about it for just a little while and be here with me? I don’t want to be in your business or anything, but I do want you to enjoy today. Let me help you feel better.” 

So he does know. You feel heat crawl up your neck at the thought of him catching you texting your ex (?) while on a date with him, but he doesn’t seem too pissed about it so you resolve to let it go. You briefly think about telling him that Jimin texted you just to gage his reaction, but that would be messy and you don’t particularly want drama on the off chance he doesn’t take the news well. Jaebeom is nothing if not cool headed and you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t blow up about something like that, but you won’t take the chance. Plus, he’s offering to help you feel better after seeing how much of a “funk” thinking about Jimin has put you in. You decide to keep your mouth shut and attempt to have fun just for him.

Snapping back to reality, you look up and meet his eyes for the first time today. The sincerity in his eyes makes you relax just enough to agree. You were being kind of a bitch this whole time, you should be ashamed. He doesn’t deserve the treatment you’ve been giving him, and if you didn’t want him in your business you shouldn’t have made it his business in the first place by acting like this. He was right to confront you about it. But you can’t help acting like this because you can’t stop thinking about Jimin every 5 seconds. A swirl of emotions was building inside you, making you nervous, excited, and conflicted about the fact that he wanted to go on a date with you. Like the one you’re on right now. You try to imagine what Jimin’s reaction would be if you acted like this tomorrow, and the hurt that would likely be in his eyes is what snaps you out of it. If you wouldn’t treat Jimin like that, why would you do it to Jaebeom? Softening your face, you nod at him, allowing him to pull you away.

He takes you to the kettle corn stand first, remembering how you said that was your favorite carnival snack, and buys a big bag of it for you to share. You smile ever so slightly as he hands it to you, thanking him and taking a large handful of the kernels to stuff your face with. Gracefully, of course. He can sense your gratefulness and tries to do even better to make you smile, grabbing the bag from you and telling you to watch as he throws three pieces in the air at once, preparing to catch them in his mouth. You watch in horror and amusement as he trips on an uneven patch of pavement and stumbles almost to the ground, equilibrium off from looking up at the sky, dropping the entire bag of kettle corn on his way down in an attempt to catch himself. It spills everywhere, kernels flying in different directions on the ground, people stepping over the mess and ultimately crushing each delicious bit beneath their dirty shoes. 

He looks back up at you pitifully from his crouched position on the ground, and you nearly walk away from him in embarrassment, hiding your mouth so he doesn’t see you laughing. He stands and approaches you, apologizing for the lost popcorn, and that’s when you turn to him with that brilliant smile of yours that lights up the dreary skies. His eyes light up accordingly after having unintentionally made you smile for the first time since the date started and he looks at you with admiration as he says, “you have such a beautiful smile”. 

His words echo Jimin’s and you falter for a second, brushing him off and picking up the almost empty bag of of your snack from the ground. The accident wasn’t very helpful in making him more attractive, that’s for sure. He did, however, succeed in lightening the mood, and for that you are thankful. 

“We should buy more. I’ll pay this time.” You offer, and he declines, beginning to pull out his wallet when the sales person calls you over. They hand you a new bag of kettle corn with a smile. 

“I saw the whole thing and thought I should give you a free bag so this pretty lady doesn’t break up with you over a stunt like that.” They laugh, earning a chuckle from the both of you. “You’re a very cute couple by the way.” They say as they send you off and you don’t have the heart to tell them that Jaebeom is not your boyfriend. He seems to be relishing in the compliment, though, as he decides to let you hold the bag this time while he occupies his hand with your free one. You let him. 

The date doesn’t continue much longer before the rain starts, dark grey clouds rolling over each other in an angry waltz of thunder that sends you running for the car. And the date ends with you drenched in his car as he drops you off at your home. You don’t invite him in this time but you offer a quick peck on the lips out of sympathy. 

——

It’s still raining when you wake up. Water streaks your window in rivulets that make a pretty picture against the dark sky. You pour your usual cup of coffee, two sugars and creamer to make it taste good, and sit in silence listening to the rain knock against your home. Brush your teeth and style your hair, shower. You drag through your routine this morning. You’re going to dinner with Jimin today and don’t have any other plans, so it’s okay if you stay in your pajamas for the time being. 

It’s a lazy day of binge watching a new show and trying to get the motivation to workout. But you don’t really feel like showering again today. But you want abs. Hmmm. You do a quick workout and shower again just before you have to get ready for the date. It’s easy to get dressed because you already picked out an outfit to wear, nothing too sexy, but something that’ll catch his eye. 

You reach for your go-to date accessories: some hoop earrings, some rings, and a gold necklace that was gifted to you last year, putting them on without a thought as you daydream about Jimin. How will he look today with his hair styled and outfit meticulously fussed over? You’ve seen him dress up many times, but you can’t help but wonder if he has different taste now. Or maybe you’re overdressed and he’ll go for something more casual? Now you’re overthinking as you absentmindedly reach for more jewelry and start doing your makeup, hoping that he decided to dress nice too. No, less jewelry is better you decide, taking things off and leaving on the prettiest of the bunch, your indecisiveness even irritating yourself. He probably won’t even notice. No, knowing him, he’ll notice every detail about you and commit it to memory like he used to do. 

Looking over yourself in the mirror, you feel like you’ve done this before. Worn your makeup just like this and put on the exact same accessories, save for the necklace. You imagine that night all over again, with Jimin coming up behind you in the mirror and placing his delicate hands on your hips, complimenting you on just how stunning you look, even in the shitty lighting of your bedroom. He’d lean in as you spray on perfume, resting his chin on your shoulder, and his cologne would mix with your own flowery scent in a way that made you want to melt into him, your whole body relaxing in his hold. You can almost feel the heat of his palms on your sides, nearly smell his signature scent, but then the memory is gone and you’re left alone and wanting in your bedroom, nerves bundling up in your stomach as you think about facing the man you were just fantasizing about.

The restaurant you chose is new in the area so this will be both you and Jimin’s first time dining here. It’s nothing too fancy and you heard the prices are good for how amazing the food is, so you thought it would be the perfect place to take him in your first official date. The first first date you had with him all those years ago was at Full Moon, which has a casual atmosphere and is somewhere you would take your friends for drinks on a Friday night, but you were charmed by it nonetheless because Jimin claimed they had the best food in town. Surprisingly, you hadn’t been there until that first date, and even more surprisingly, Jimin was right about the food and that quickly became Your Spot. You doubt the same will happen at this new restaurant but you appreciate the classy atmosphere it brings.

You step through the doorway to find Jimin just taking a seat in the waiting area, his butt not even fully touching the cushion yet before he spots you and hops up.

“(Y/n)!” He greets cheerfully— almost too cheerfully. You can tell he’s nervous just from that one word and it almost brings you comfort that he’s also feeling some of the nerves you are. This is big for you. A date with Jimin means that you will possibly pursue a relationship with him if all goes well, and that is something you never thought you’d be able to do. And if that happens, what will become of your relationship with Jaebeom? You completely ignored him on your date yesterday and he still tried his absolute hardest to show you a good time. Would he easily let you go if you told him you were getting back together with your “dead” “ex”? You doubt it. Those thoughts all run through your head simultaneously in an instant before you shake them away and greet your date back. 

“Hey!” You reach him in 2 steps and suddenly you’re face to face with the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in your life. His blonde hair is slicked back away from his face, highlighting the undercut he has and framing his beautiful facial features as if he were a living, breathing work of art. His eye makeup is smoky and shaped perfectly around he’s eyes, even on both sides and better than you could possibly do with your own makeup. He’s got on a white button down shirt and dress pants, with matching dress shoes, and you could drop dead at how good he looks right now. His glossy lips pull into a smile and you open your arms for a polite hug just to get closer to him. He hesitates but ultimately takes up your invitation and gives you a brief, and somewhat awkward, hug. His cologne invades your nostrils, not too strong but enough to have you forcing yourself not to bury your nose in his neck to smell more of the delicious scent. It’s the same scent as the one he used to use, the one you picked out for him when you were still just friends and you went out shopping as a group. The one you said would smell good on him so he bought it that day and kept buying it intentionally after that because he knew you liked it. The one that was hard to find now, so you know he must have put in at least a little effort to find it again, even though he probably didn’t remember where he got it from. You ask him about it.

“You smell nice. Where did you find that cologne?” 

“Oh, this?” He pulls at the collar of his shirt where he must have sprayed it. “It was in my room back home. I really liked it so I went searching and bought some more because it was almost out. I’m glad you like it.” He blushes, looking away from your eyes. You smile at the fact that your past actions still have an impact on him now even if he doesn’t remember them. It’s evidence that he isn’t completely gone, that everything that happened between you before this wasn’t for nothing. “You smell nice too, and you look stunning!”

Stunning. His favorite adjective to use whenever you would dress up. He said it’s because sometimes he’s literally stunned into silence over how good you look. You chuckle to yourself at the memory, all of this feeling like déjà vu.

“Thank you. I could say the same about you. You look very handsome.” He looks down bashfully, opening his mouth to say something— probably about how he doesn’t look nearly as good as you— but he’s interrupted by the hostess.

“Park, table for 2!” She sounds, and the both of you follow her into the restaurant to your table. 

Food and drinks come over casual conversation and it’s so easy to talk to him once the formalities are done with that you no longer feel nervous. He’s still reluctant to meet your eyes for very long and he keeps fussing with his hair as if worried that one stray piece of hair will change your perspective of him, and each passing second you grow more and more fond of him. This is nothing like your date with Jaebeom yesterday. This feels easy and light despite the weather outside reflecting the same gloom as it did the day before. Jimin is just as polite as the other man, pulling out your chair, letting you order first, letting you try his food when you keep staring at his dish with drool nearly dripping off your lips. The date is filled with laughter and smiles and you haven’t had to force them at all. But something seems to be bothering him the longer you talk.

Once again his eyes fall to your hand as you reach for your glass on the table. He clears his throat for the hundredth time tonight and you raise your eyebrows when it finally looks like he’s going to say something.

“So, are you engaged?” You can tell he is attempting to relax himself as he speaks to you, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. The question shocks you, unsure why he would ask such a thing, until he points to the ring on your finger and your blood runs cold.

You must have slipped on your engagement ring when you were absentmindedly throwing on jewelry, reaching for the piece out of habit when you were thrown into your old date night routine in your excitement to see him again. It’s happened before; you’ve worn your ring to work a few times on sleepy mornings where you didn’t have enough energy to pay attention to what you were doing and moved completely on autopilot, and your coworkers were just as confused as Jimin seems to be now. Embarrassment floods your system and you feel your ears turn red as you realize your mistake. He wasn’t supposed to find out this way and you’re not prepared for this. But it’s happening anyway.

“Technically, no.” Your answer only serves to confuse him more and you take a deep breath as you search for the words to explain it to him. “This is actually the ring… you… gave me, when you proposed over three years ago.” He looks at you blankly, eyes searching yours as if to ask if you were serious. “We were engaged.” You finally break it down for him and his mouth opens. After a long stretch of silence he finally finds the words to respond to you. 

“You said we dated.”

“We did date. Before we got engaged.” He doesn’t like your answer, eyebrows furrowing and lips pulling into a thin line of displeasure. 

“Well I would think that would be an important detail to share if I asked what our relationship was.” He frowns. He is being completely reasonable right now but you still feel defensive.

“I didn’t think you were ready to know. It’s a pretty heavy piece of information.”

“But I deserved to know our history. How did you think I would react? Did you think I would be disgusted if you told me?”

The noise of the restaurant drowns out your argument, but your waiter approaches mid sentence and hears the heated conversation. He walks away before he can interrupt. That’s what makes you feel embarrassed the most, knowing that everyone who hears what you are arguing about would probably think you’re dumb for making that decision. Why wouldn’t you tell the him about your past engagement? It’s in the past and shouldn’t effect how he thinks of you now, but that’s not how you felt about it. “No, but I know how you are. You’d probably beat yourself up about not knowing who I am and what we were and then it would be awkward between us. I didn’t want you to feel pressured to get to know me again, or feel like you had to rush to get back to where you were in my life just because of some past label. I wanted to start over with you.”

“But in the process of doing that you lied to me.” You can see Jimin thinking really hard about the situation, trying to keep a cool head and not feel slighted by you. It upsets you to see that you upset him. 

“It wasn’t really a lie.” You say quietly.

“A lie of omission is still a lie.” At this you lower your head, biting your lips. He’s right and you know it. You try your hardest not to tear up at his disappointment in you. And your disappointment in yourself. “It’s a beautiful ring,” he says after a minute of silence. “I just wish you would have told me about it sooner. I know it’s not really my fault but I feel like an asshole for not knowing.” Just like you knew he would.

“But you can’t control the fact that you don’t remember. Please don’t feel bad.” You plead, trying to help him not feel guilty about something that is out of his control.

“I know,” he sighs, running a hand through his neatly combed hair, and somehow it makes him look even more attractive. “I just keep thinking about how you must have felt when you were hiding it from me. Knowing your fiancée knows nothing about you and doesn’t remember anything about your entire relationship must have hurt, I’m sorry.”

“…Would you have done anything differently if you knew?” You ask, surprising even yourself with the question. He thinks long and hard about it, smiling slightly to himself as he thinks about the time he’s spent with you in the past couple of weeks. 

“I don’t think so. I might have asked you out immediately if I knew because I have the fattest crush on you and now I know you had feelings for me too.” He smiles shyly at you and now it’s your turn to look away from his gaze, turning your head to the side to look out of the window into the darkness of the night. 

“It’s only been 3 weeks since you met me, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Teasing, you smile back at him when he rubs his neck bashfully. 

“It’s funny because I felt this connection with you immediately when we started hanging out. Like my body remembered you and we just fell into a routine together, and it just made me more curious to know who I was to you before— that’s why I ask so many questions. I know it’s only been a short while, but I already feel like I’ve learned so much about you in that time. Truly, you really are an amazing person. I told you, I want to know everything about us, so please don’t hold anything back from me anymore. No more secrets.” He holds his pinky out to you, the finger adorably tiny with a small ring at its knuckle, and you melt a little at the gesture. A pinky promise, one that you’ve made before in another life, one that you’ve broken by withholding information from him. This is your second chance to stay true to it this time. 

“No more secrets.” You promise, wrapping your pinky finger around his and looking into his eyes. You stay there for a few seconds longer than necessary, eyes twinkling in the low light and small smiles pulling at your lips, and you never want to let him go. The ring on your finger was a promise too, one that you wonder if it’s still valid now that things are different. Maybe it will forever remain a promise that he was forced to break. But what if you were able to work back up to that point? Then…

“There’s something else I would like to know,” he suddenly says after your fingers unravel themselves.

“Anything.” You reply, still caught up in his gaze.

“Are you seeing anyone at the moment?” What you meant to say seconds prior was “anything but that” because now your pits are starting to sweat at the thought of telling him about Jaebeom. You haven’t thought about said man since the date began and now Jimin is forcing you to confront the issue.

“Yes.” You say slowly, as if unsure of yourself. 

“Are you dating?” Another uncomfortable question. You want to tell him that you would never have gone on a date with him if you were dating someone else, even if you two had history, but you don’t have the nerve or voice to be sassy.

“Yes. Well, no. We’re dating but we’re not dating. Exclusively, I mean.” When Jimin takes longer than a half a second to say something, you ramble on. “Like, we’ve been on dates over the past few months, but it’s nothing serious. I could drop him today if I wanted, that’s how unserious it is! I won’t do that because that would be mean, but I could! Not that his feelings are more important than yours, it’s just that he’s a really nice guy and I don’t want to hurt his feelings if I’m not sure what me and you will turn out to be,” your words begin to lose steam as you slow to a screeching halt, realizing you’re probably saying too much, “since we don’t really know each other anymore. I was just seeing him because I thought you were dead.”

Pressing your lips shut, you give Jimin the same wide eyed stare that he’s giving you, both of you mirroring each other’s expression. His eyebrows are raised practically into his hairline and he looks almost comical. But you’re sure your expression is even more outlandish as you realize what you’ve just said. And what you’ve said is far too much. 

“Oh. Okay.” Is all he has to say about it for a long moment, watching as you chug your glass of water to cleanse your brain because it must have short circuited at some point tonight for you to have said such dumb things. “I understand,” he says after a second longer. 

“I’m just… keeping my options open.” You say quietly, internally facepalming and resolving not to say anything else because what the hell were you saying?!

“Yeah, that makes sense. Well, hopefully I’m an option on the list after tonight.” Jimin smirks, trying to disperse the awkwardness, but his smile drops when he realizes the double meaning of his words. “I didn’t mean it like that!” He rushes when he sees your eyebrows shoot up. “I meant after tonight’s date, not that I was implying something else would happen tonight.” It’s his turn to be just as flustered as you are, hands flailing as he tries to explain himself, trying to stop himself from saying too much like you just did. 

An angel in an apron appears before you to save you both from yourselves. “Would you like the check?” Your waiter asks.

——

“You what?!” Mina laughs loudly as you explain what happened with Jimin a few nights prior. “How do you accidentally wear your old engagement ring after 3 years?” She cackles, much to your dissent.

“It was out of habit! Going to see him triggered an old routine and I picked it up without noticing.” Pouting, you look to Joy for help. You’re at Joy’s house for a girl’s night, which has devolved into you talking about your love life and spilling tea on your latest date. 

“It’s happened to me before. Once I was driving to a guy’s house and it was a similar route to the way I go to work, so I just went into autopilot mode when I got on that street and ended up at my job at 9 o’clock at night. Happens to the best of us.” She shrugs. 

“How is that even the same thing?” Mina rolls her eyes, claiming irrelevance.

“It is! It’s about routine and habits that are so ingrained in us that we do them without thinking. I think (Y/n) made an honest mistake.” 

“Yeah, an embarrassing one. I was put on the spot by my own actions, I can’t believe it.” You facepalm. 

“So he confessed that he has a fat crush on you right? That’s great!” Joy exclaims, wanting to know more about that part of the story. After you left the restaurant, you and Jimin walked around the area a bit more, talking casually about your time as an engaged couple. He wanted to know everything— how he proposed, how long you were engaged, what it was like living together— and his eyes sparkled as you explained it all. 

“I guess… I still don’t know if it’s right to pursue him or not yet. I told him about us living together and how we acted as a couple and he seemed really interested to know everything. But I feel like if I pursue him romantically now, he’ll just be trying to replicate what I told him about his old self and it won’t be genuine. And then there’s Jaebeom.” All three of you groan at the mention of the name. He’s what complicates things. 

“Forget Jaebeom for a minute,” Mina starts, putting her hands up. “Why do you think Jimin won’t be genuine?”

“Well for starters, he already seems to be trying to gather information about things he used to do, and I think he’s going to use that knowledge to win me over again.”

“What’s wrong with that?” This comes from Mina again.

“I don’t want him to do the things he used to do, I want him to do what feels natural to him. I don’t want him to feel like he has to be that person to woo me, he should just be himself and everything will work out. I don’t want him to try to build this relationship off of what he thinks it used to be. Whether it’s friendship or more.”

“Do you want it to be more than friendship?” Joy looks you in the eyes as if reading yours, and you’re sure she has her answer before you even say anything.

“I… I don’t know. For some reason it feels wrong to say I want to be with him since he’s nowhere near where I am, in terms of feelings and memories. Like, what if I have a savior complex and I’m only trying to date him because I think I’m the only one who can bring his memories back?”

Mina scoffs, “first of all, that’s corny as hell. Secondly, the fact that you’re aware of that possibility probably means that’s not what’s happening. I think you’re still in love with him— as you should be— and you want him back, even if things aren’t the same. He’s still the same Jimin after all.”

“I’m with Mina on this one,” Joy adds, nodding along. “You shouldn’t feel bad about wanting to get back someone you lost. He’s still Jimin, so I think there’s a chance he can grow to love you again too.”

“Yeah, but what if he doesn’t want me the way that I want him? He has a crush on me now, but what if he realizes how I feel about him and thinks it’s too much for him to handle and he starts distancing himself from me because he doesn’t feel the same? What if-“

“Hate to break it to you,” Joy interjects, “but I’m pretty sure he already knows how you feel about him. He just found out you were engaged, I’m sure he’s put together the pieces by now.” She’s right and you know it, and it only makes you worry more. 

Seeing the worry on your face, Mina joins in. “He wasn’t too upset when he found out you were engaged, right? He was more upset that you lied to him, which means it’s possible that he is okay with the fact that your relationship got that far.” When she’s met with silence from you, she continues. “Which means there’s a chance that he wants to get back to that point with you.”

“Okay, that might be a stretch. Just because he didn’t flip out about being engaged doesn’t mean that he’s thinking of proposing again.” Joy bursts her bubble immediately. “We want her to be hopeful, not delusional.” 

“I’m just saying.” Mina rolls her eyes.

“How do I know for sure that he actually wants a relationship with me though?” You press, not convinced.

“Um, he asked you on a date. That’s huge!” You reach for the popcorn as Joy enthuses, stuffing your cheeks to hide your expression. “People don’t ask people on dates if they don’t like them. Well, not usually. Jimin clearly likes you enough to want to get to know you better, that’s why you’ve been hanging out so much. All that sounds like he’s trying to see if a relationship with you would work. At the very least, he wants you around.”

“Look,” Mina begins. “My advice is to not try so hard. Don’t try to force him to love you again and just keep going as you are. He’s obviously putting in the effort to get to know you again and it seems like he’s falling for you all on his own, so stop worrying about it and go with the flow.” She says in a tone of finality. You let her words sink in for a beat. Desperation will get you nowhere in this game of love, so you suppose it makes sense to stop being so worried and let things happen as they come. But then another thought pops into your head.

“Oh god, Jaebeom. What do I do with him?” You groan, running your salty fingers over your face. Now that you’ve accepted that you want something with Jimin, that leaves him left out of the picture. “He asked if I was seeing anyone and I word vomited and confessed that I was seeing Jaebeom. But not dating him, I made that very clear.” You roll your eyes at yourself.

“Man, fuck Jaebeom.” Mina blurts, earning a laugh from Joy and a look of surprise from you. 

“What, why?”

“If it were me, I’d drop him. He’s got things going for him, sure, but he’s nothing special. He’s not Jimin and you know it. If Jimin were out of the picture I would say ‘go for it!’ but since your number 1 choice in the whole world just magically came back from the dead, I say it would be wrong of you not to go for him. All respect to him, but Jaebeom should be the least of your concerns. And if he actually had any real feelings for you, he’d understand.”

“B-but he doesn’t deserve that.” You frown, feeling so icky about it all.

“What he doesn’t deserve is you half-assing a relationship with him while thinking of another man. It’s better to break things off now before things get too serious than to let it go too far and blindside him with a breakup.”

The rest of the night and the entire day after, you think of Mina’s words. No matter how harsh they were, there was some truth to them. Jaebeom was a great guy, but you keep having to convince yourself that he’s worth it to you. He’s smart, funny, keeps you grounded, and isn’t overbearing, plus he’s possibly the most understanding person you’ve met, but Mina is right when she said he isn’t Jimin. Jimin’s heart is 10 times bigger than anyone else’s combined, he’s empathetic, goofy yet serious when he needs to be, a ball of sunshine on your cloudiest days. He’s your rock, the listening ear you always needed, the person who would never judge you for anything, always seeing the best in people and believing in them with his whole being. You need him, and you aren’t sure Jaebeom’s understanding nature would be able to fully accept that. Accept that he isn’t enough to make you suddenly be okay with losing Jimin again. Losing the person that you were engaged to for almost 7 months before he suddenly disappeared into thin air, leaving you heartbroken without the slightest bit of closure or warning. How could he possibly expect you to get over someone like that? No amount of effort Jaebeom put in would be able to surmount the hole in your heart that only Jimin can fill.

But you’ll be damned if he didn’t try.

“I’m feeling sick this week, sorry I can’t.”

“I’m piled high with work, maybe next week?”

“I already have plans!”

Week after week Jaebeom reaches out to you to schedule another date, and week after week you avoid him, coming up with excuses as not to hurt his feelings. You’ve gotten clever in the way you would ask him out on days that you knew he was too busy or that he was doing something else, just so it wouldn’t seem like you weren’t completely blowing him off and avoiding him, and it’s been working.

You: I’m free this evening if you want to catch dinner!

Jae 🤓: Ugh, I have that company dinner tonight so I can’t, sorry!

You: No worries, we’ll catch up another time 

You do feel bad, but there’s no way you can face him after the revelation you had. Too scared to break things off with him and too nervous to face him, you sit in a limbo filled with excuses and failures, feeling like the meanest person in the world. He doesn’t deserve this, but right now you don’t have the courage to do much else.

——

You wake up to the sound of your own snores, laying flat on your back, mouth gaped wide open emitting the loud sounds. You didn’t even know you snored until now. It’s the weekend finally and you were able to get some rest after a stressful week, exhausted from work and avoiding Jaebeom. But today you have something to look forward to: Jimin is coming over to hang out! 

Is it shitty of you to avoid one guy and invite another over? Probably. But are you excited as all hell to have Jimin in the home you once shared with him again? Absolutely. 

The afternoon is bright and humid, the air conditioning on full blast to combat the heat. You make a mental note to buy more creamer as you make your second cup of coffee for the day, wanting to be wide awake for when Jimin arrives later. You have energy today so you make yourself a hearty lunch, your home smelling like your favorite dish, and you sit down watching the newest episode of your show as you eat the delicious meal. Since Jimin came back, you’ve noticed your appetite getting stronger day by day, making you feel proud of yourself for eating consistently. There was a time when Mina and Joy had to come over everyday and force feed you so you’d survive, so this is definitely an improvement. Maybe it isn’t healthy that your well-being depends on one man, but grief does strange things to people.

Opting for comfortable clothes, you make sure to spray air freshener all over your house so it smells nice, and even spritz yourself a few times to add to your natural, freshly showered scent. Running around the house and cleaning like a madman, you want everything to be as presentable as possible when Jimin gets here. This is the first time he’s getting to see your house— the place he once shared with you and lived in himself, where many memories were made together, just you and him. It’s been just you for so long that you almost forgot what it feels like to have a man come over. Sure, Jaebeom was in here a few weeks ago, but he didn’t stay long after your date and it was only because you were hurt. Jimin is coming over solely to see your place of residence and to spend time with you, which feels completely different.

You attempt to calm your heart as you finish tidying up. This is only a small get together among friends, nothing more, so there’s no need to get worked up. It’s not like you’ll be cuddling and kissing at any point in the night, so there’s no reason for you to get giggly and shy over this. You promised him movies and wine and Jimin was sold, stating he’d be there by 7. Your doorbell rings at 6:57. 

“Hey!” You beam once the door is open, revealing a handsome Jimin dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He removes his shoes once he steps through the threshold. “Did you drive here yourself?” You inquire, peeping your head out of the door in search of his car.

“No, I had my brother drop me off. I sorta had to learn how to drive again.” He says sheepishly and your face dims slightly. You guess he forgot how to do that too. “But hey! It’s not as hard as learning to walk again was! I guess my body still kind of remembers how to do it because my brother took me driving earlier today and it wasn’t nearly as tough as I thought.”

“That’s good! I’m sure you’ll get it back in no time.” You nod, feeling slightly awkward for some reason.

“Yeah, I have to take the driver’s test again though, which I’m not really looking forward to.” He follows you to the living room, idly looking around your home while he speaks, and you notice the awe in his face. You have a really nice home, it has always been something you were proud of, especially since both you and Jimin found and picked it out yourselves. It isn’t huge but it’s more than spacious enough for 2 people— let alone one— and you spent hours decorating and furnishing it to make it as comfortable as possible. Jimin seems to appreciate your efforts.

“Do you like the place?” Ignoring what he was talking about prior to this, you allow him to look around better.

“It’s beautiful. I’d love to see more, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, let me give you the grand tour.” Leading him through your home, you walk slowly through every room, watching him as he admires your living space as if it were the first time he’s ever walked through it. Although he used to live here with you, you’ve changed some things around, removed memories that were too painful to live with every day. Despite this, however, his personal touch is not lost on each room, and you immediately see that his taste hasn’t changed.

“I really like how your bed frame and end tables match. It looks really elegant in here.” Jimin comments once you reach the bedroom. Having the two of you alone in your bedroom again makes your heart rate pick up so you opt to stand in the doorway. 

“It was your idea. You picked out the style and colors for them too, so him happy to see you still like them,” you tell him, noticing how he looks proud about his past decision. “I was skeptical at first because I thought it would look too fancy, but once it was all put together and I saw the vision, I have to say, you were right.”

“I sure was, this looks great.” He pats himself on the back, earning a chuckle from you. “Can you tell me more about that?”

“About what?” Your head cocks to the side.

“About us and this house. What was the process of getting it like? How did we manage to decorate everything? How did we even know where to start?” He seems eager to know what it was like owning a home together, and you search your mind for the memories you had stored away. Like the things in the corner of your closet, the memories were stored in a box and untouched, but not forgotten. You’d get a glimpse of them from time to time and take a peek inside just to reminisce, but usually you weren’t strong enough to dump out the entire box and sort through the items it contained. It takes a second for you to think of what to talk about.

“Well for starters, I was the one who found this house in the first place,” you begin, leaning against the doorframe. You tell him about how you both went to an open house on a whim, not expecting to find somewhere that was affordable and close to the town center. Since Jimin loves to socialize and wanted to be near everything, you had very limited options in the area and you worried about finding somewhere that met your needs, but Jimin was the one that stayed positive, joking the night before the open house that people usually find what they need when they stop looking. When you first entered the place it was less than pretty. The decorations from the previous owner weren’t to your taste at all and there was plenty of wear and tear throughout that needed to be fixed. You’d heard there was a family with young kids living there preciously so that made sense. You couldn’t see the vision initially when you walked through, but Jimin had squeezed your hand and painted a beautiful picture inside your mind’s eye about all the possibilities you had with this place. There was one other couple that was interested in living here, but you and Jimin were aggressive in your bid to secure this house, and your hard work paid off and you were able to move in within the month. 

He looks at you in fascination when you begin telling him about how much stuff you had to fix when you first moved in. The shower in the master bathroom barely worked and the plumber was a regular at your residence to fix that and the leaky faucet in the kitchen. There were holes in conspicuous spots on your walls, places that you couldn’t cover up easily, and Jimin had to take a crash course on YouTube of how to patch them up. You’d both spent months repainting everything, picking colors for each room and planning out what would go where and which furniture would look nice with the colors you decided on, and when it was time to place your personal belongings, you found that 70% of what went up on shelves and walls belonged to Jimin, not that you were complaining. You’d laughed when he brought in those huge boxes of things, knickknacks and clutter to make the house feel like a home. To make it feel like you as individuals lived there. You took care of the rest of the decorations and color coordinating in the places that weren’t filled with Jimin’s things, and in the end, it looked like you’d lived there for years. It wasn’t much in terms of flashiness or scale, but it was your home. The place you shared with the love of your life.

“Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed this place was a fixer upper. You did a great job.” Jimin speaks once you finish your tale.

“We did a great job. You were just as much a part of this as I was.” You correct him, leading him to the kitchen to gather snacks and wine to officially start your evening. You pop open one of the bottles, pointing him to the glasses so you could pour each of you a glass. The sound of the liquid filling it’s container makes you feel at ease.

“It must have been hard for you to live here after I disappeared. It seems like this place is full of memories for you.” You can tell he’s sympathizing, but you don’t feel bad about it anymore so he shouldn’t either. 

“It was tough for a while, but I got used to it. It helped to move your things out of sight at first, but I ended up pulling some stuff back out because it felt wrong to remove you from your own home. Like that trophy over there.” Pointing, you bring his attention to the shiny trophy perched on the bookcase. “You won that in high school at a talent show with 5 of your friends. It was a great performance too, you called yourselves-“

“-Bangtan Boys.” Jimin finishes for you, and you look at him in surprise that he remembered. He smiles proudly at the fact that he has a shared memory he can recall with you. “Yeah, I remember, Jungkook and Tae were in the band with me. It was my sophomore year and we got a couple of seniors and juniors in the group after we held auditions.”

You laugh at the memory. “You posted fliers around the hallways looking for talent, claiming to put together a killer boy band for “one night only”. The whole school was excited to see what you guys performed like, and you did not disappoint! What song did you perform again?”

“Perfect Man by Shinhwa!” He nearly jumps up at the memory, both of you singing the opening lines of the song together in harmony, his voice sounding much better than yours. He still remembers all the words and you stare at him as he continues the song, even doing a little bit of the dance to go along with it. During that time, students and even teachers came up to the boys to compliment them afterwards, and they gained temporary fame in the whole school. You recall that performance being the first time your heart truly fluttered for him, not knowing him well at the time but desperate to get to know him after he got off stage. A kid named Namjoon, who was in the group initially but had to pull out of the show at the last minute due to an injury, was in one of your classes and you resolved to get closer to him in hopes that he would introduce you to the electric dancer that took the lead in their show stopping performance. And your hopes came true. Jimin was there every time you went over to speak to Namjoon outside of classes and that was how you became close, eventually weaseling your way into their friend group. But you won’t tell him that simply because you are somewhat ashamed of your sly ways. “Man, take me back. We practically had a fan club after that, I felt like an actual celebrity.”

“You were a celebrity to everyone that saw you, we couldn’t believe how well you could dance! And your ass was definitely something to write home about.” That last part wasn’t supposed to be said out loud and you bite your lips at your mistake, looking to see Jimin’s reaction. But he only turns to look at his backside with a frown.

“Was? Is it not that great anymore?” The pout on his lips is adorable and you almost coo out loud at him.

“No, it is still amazing.” You reassure him, snorting as he continues to pat at his own butt.

“I guess it wouldn’t be as muscular as it used to be, since I don’t really dance anymore. I’ve tried to get back into exercising to build up my muscle strength again, but it’s been hard to stay consistent. My mom keeps telling me I’ve gotten so skinny since she last saw me, so my goal is to gain a little more mass and get my bubble butt back to shape.”

“If you ever need a gym partner, I’m here! I don’t usually like the gym and I might just sit there and watch you the whole time, but I could still be there for moral support.” As a friend, of course, you remind yourself. You used to follow him along to the gym often just to watch him and Jungkook flex their muscles and sweat. Well, you never paid any attention to Jungkook back then. Jimin would work on biceps, abs, and glutes to get his ideal body, but you would always assure him that he didn’t need to do anything since he already had the perfect body. Sometimes he would rent out the dance studio in the back of the gym where classes were held occasionally and he would dance his heart out, perfecting his moves and learning choreography just for the fun of it, then you would go home and he’d ask you to join him in the shower after such a sweaty workout and… 

Shaking those thoughts away, you clear your throat and focus back on the present. Being alone with him was really not good for your sanity with the way you haven’t had sex in nearly a year. You’ve had maybe one or two one night stands over the time that he was gone, but clearly your hormones are running rampant again with your past lover standing right in front of you again.

“Do you like to workout?” He asks, genuinely curious, looking so innocent.

I like to work out with you, if you know what I mean, you think, so glad that this time you kept that thought to yourself. “Ummm, not really. I workout when I feel like it, which is almost never.” You laugh sheepishly, trying desperately to ignore the dirty thoughts bouncing around your empty cranial cavity. Stop it, (Y/n), this isn’t the time to be making dirty jokes! He’s here to spend time with you and you’re going to make things awkward! You scold yourself, taking a deep gulp of your wine as if that would help.

“I feel that. I mean, your body is already perfect, I can’t imagine you needing to work on anything at the gym.” Your eyes widen. Is he flirting with you? That was definitely a compliment, but did he mean it the way you think he did? What other way could he have meant it? The way his cheeks turn a shade of pink tells you his intentions. You hide your face in your glass, finishing your wine before grabbing the bottle and uncorking it.

“Thank you. Would you like more wine?” You ask nervously, holding the bottle out to him.

It’s a little later and the wine has calmed you significantly. Jimin hasn’t tried to flirt with you again after you basically ignored his attempts earlier, and you feel bad about it. But you didn’t know how to respond! This isn’t supposed to be a date, per say, so you weren’t expecting flirting and talk about his ass, though the latter had been your fault. You’re now sitting on your couch watching a movie and eating the food you had just ordered, wine still flowing. You’ve chosen one of his favorite movies to watch, knowing this will be like he’s seeing it for the first time since he doesn’t remember the time period when it came out. It’s an action comedy, which he loves, and there is very little romance, so it won’t be awkward to watch it with him since you don’t have to sit through any sex scenes. 

“Have I seen this one before?” He asks once it starts playing.

“Yes and it was one of your favorites, so I know you’ll like it. Unless you were lying about liking it before.” You snicker. You’d love to have the opportunity to see your favorite movie for the first time all over again, and for the first time you envy his situation.

He reacts to the movie just as you thought he would, laughing at the funniest parts and sitting on the edge of his seat during the action, and you find that you’re watching him more than you’re watching the movie. He’s a movie in and of himself, each facial expression, movement, look in your direction telling a story of its own, and you feel yourself falling hard. Yep, you’re in love with him and it almost feels stronger than it did before. He catches you staring with stars in your eyes, and you force yourself to look away. You hope he doesn’t comment on it. 

Maybe you should make a move to get closer to him. Just close enough that it doesn’t seem like you’re making a move and also allows you to get slightly more intimate in distance than just friends. How receptive to that would he be? And how would you do it? Glancing to the side, you spot the blanket you always keep on your couch for lonely nights where you like to cry and watch sad movies while stuffing your face. Freshly washed and waiting to be used, you reach for the blanket, throwing it over yourself to get comfortable.

Jimin glances over at you and you catch him, watching as he readjusts himself in his spot. The air conditioner is working overtime so there’s a good chance he’s feeling the chill, but you pretend not to notice initially. It isn’t until he starts staring at the edge of the blanket that you speak up.

“Oh, would you like to share the blanket with me? I know it’s kinda cold in here, sorry I should have asked earlier.” Pretending to be an ever considerate host with no ulterior motives, you lift up the end of the blanket that’s closest to him and wait for him to take the bait. Jimin thinks about it for a second longer, looking suddenly shy about the offer, but you can see the goosebumps on his skin and know he’ll take you up on your suggestion if only not to seem rude. Biting his lower lip, he looks between you and the open end of your cover for just a second more, before he finally decides.

“Only if you’re okay with sharing with me.” He says quietly, just as polite as you remember him being. And once you give your consent, your plan falls into place.

He shimmies closer to you until your legs are almost touching, and you throw the blanket over his legs, the warmth under the cover increasing with his added body heat. It’s so simple, sharing a blanket, but this is the closest you’ve been to him in a long while and it makes your heart beat wildly.

“Are you comfortable?” You whisper in a quiet moment on screen. 

“Yeah,” whispering back to you, Jimin peeks over in your direction. He’s still tense, however. And so are you.

The movie continues to play, but you can see Jimin’s focus being divided as he tries his hardest to keep his knee from touching yours.

“You can relax your leg, you know. I don’t mind.” You speak up after a while, shifting to rest your leg against his. He relaxes, allowing his legs to fall open and rest against yours, moving just a bit closer. The skin that connects with him feels hot, and it sends sparks up your spine just to be in contact with him again, even in this small way. You never thought you’d be under the same sheet as him again, drinking wine and watching a movie, but here you are, and you have to admit that it feels pretty good. But it’s also very nerve wracking. 

Looking to the coffee table where your wine glasses sit, you think to drink a sip more of the liquid courage that has gotten you this far tonight, but Jimin must have had the same idea because both of you lean forward at the same time as you’re reaching for your glass. Your close proximity and the darkness in the room makes it hard for you to avoid the collision and you bang your heads together with a teeth-rattling shake.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” Jimin starts apologizing immediately before you could do the same. Before you can blink, his hands are cupping your face, inspecting your for any damage, and you freeze in shock at the action. His fingers are hot on your skin and his face is just inches from your own, using the light from the screen to see if he’s left a bruise on your temple from the hit. You aren’t really in pain, but the embarrassment of what just happened along with Jimin staring at you so intently is making your face cringe ever so slightly, so he takes your expression as one of pain. Soft fingers brush over your temple, paired with a sincere gaze as Jimin continues to apologize. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were leaning forward too, I should have paid more attention. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, Jimin, I’m fine.” You try to explain, but he simply frowns.

“Are you sure? I have a notoriously hard head.” He says, knocking on his skull for effect and you can’t help but laugh.

“Says who?”

“Says you, apparently, with how you keep wincing every time I touch this spot.” To make his point, he rubs over your temple again and your eye twitches slightly, and he purses his lips at your reaction. “Let me get you some ice.”

Just as he’s about to stand up, hands pulling away from your face you grab him, holding his hand to your cheek and stopping him in his tracks. He looks at you with wide eyes, taking in how you sit there with doe eyes and reddened lips illuminated by the flashing lights on the screen in front of you, the shadows cast on your face revealing your beautiful facial structure. He settles back in his spot, waiting for you to say something.

“I’m fine.” Is all you can manage at the moment, swallowing hard to find your voice again.

“Okay.” He whispers, both of you pausing with his hand still on your face and yours cupping his own. You share a moment, nothing but dramatic music playing in the background from whatever scene is playing out in the movie, and it feels almost surreal to have him here like this. You wonder what’s going through his head and if his heart is beating as fast as yours because you can hardly breathe right now with him in front of you, touching you, just a couple inches away. You want to lean in, slam your lips against his and tell him how you feel. But you don’t know for certain if he feels the same way. All you know is that he’s staring back and forth at your eyes and lips, licking his own, and that he probably wants to kiss you. And you would let him if you hadn’t convinced yourself that his desire to claim your lips is only a product of “the heat of the moment”. Sure, Jimin asked you on a date and wanted to come over to your place to get wine drunk and potentially stay the night. But you can’t say that means he wants what you want. Because you are deeply in love with him and you don’t know if he’ll ever get to that point with you again. So you let go of his hand and pull away, cutting the moment short before he can start leaning in to kiss you to grab your glass of wine. It’s only slightly awkward after that, the tension between you two palpable, but you decide to live with it to not hurt yourself in the future.

After the movie, you’re both wine drunk and full, chatting about what you’d just watched and other things.

“That was really good! I think that’s my favorite movie I’ve ever seen.” He smiles, feeling good. His arms move up to stretch and stupidly you think he’s about to put his arm over your shoulder, and you fluster, throwing the blanket off of your lap and moving to throw away the trash you’d both accumulated. He looks surprised by your sudden move but says nothing. 

“I’m glad you liked it. Now you can talk about it with Taehyung and bond over it again.”

“Oh, has Taehyung seen this too?” Jimin stands to help you clean up, once again entering your personal space even if it’s unintentional. Your hands brush each other as you move to pick up plates and wrappers and you fight with yourself not to snatch away.

“Yeah, you guys went to see this together when it was out in theaters. You two had so many inside jokes from this one movie, it was insane.” You smile, feeling fond of the memories your statement brought up.

“Tae and I used to be really close, huh?” Looking down, Jimin lowers his tone. “I can tell he’s a really good friend just from the time I’ve spent with him so far. He’s got incredible patience and compassion. I always feel like I’m talking to another brother when I’m with him. We just click.” Happy to hear that, you smile.

“Yeah, you always said you two were soulmates. I have to admit, I was jealous of your relationship at times, you guys were thick as thieves.” You move to the sink to wash out your glasses and Jimin follows, standing shoulder to shoulder with you to wash out his own. You feel the urge to lean your head on his shoulder, but you fight it. “Has he told you about some of the things you went through together?”

“Yeah, apparently I went through a really tough time in high school and he was one of the only people there for me. He told me about some things that I’m a little glad I don’t remember. It must have been hard for him to help me through all of it, I can’t even imagine. It makes me wonder if I could ever do something like that.” Looking at him, you raise an eyebrow. How can he, of all people, doubt that he’d be able to stick by someone’s side and be a great friend after all he’s done for every person he’s ever been close with?

“Taehyung helped you through a lot of shit, yes, but you helped him through shit too. Not to mention what you’ve done for me. Bet you didn’t know that.” He shakes his head, leaning in in intrigue. His eyes say “tell me more” so you elaborate. “I can’t speak on Taehyung’s behalf because I don’t know everything that’s happened, but I can tell you what you’ve done for me. First of all, my parents are trash, absolute garbage, I haven’t spoken to either of them in years so you probably won’t meet them unless you really want to-“ you gasp at the realization that you are implying that he will be in a position to meet your parents. As if he were already your boyfriend or something. Hoping he didn’t notice, you continue. “You helped me when they were going though a divorce and blamed me for it. It really took a toll on my emotional health and psyche and I’m sure without you I wouldn’t have made it through that.”

“What did I do to help you?” He’s curious.

“You did what Taehyung did for you. It just helped that you were there when I would call you crying at 4am because I had a nightmare about them, or that you always offered to stay with me when I wasn’t feeling great. You always reassured me of how much you cared about me or how important I am and how none of it was my fault; that they were the ones in the wrong and that they’re just batshit crazy and their marriage falling apart had nothing to do with me. You were the one who told me that it’s okay to let them go. To detach myself from toxic people who were trying to ruin me because I didn’t deserve that. And that stuck with me.”

“So I’m the reason you don’t talk to your parents anymore?”

“No, they did that all on their own. You just helped me realize that I didn’t have to cling onto the hope that they’d change and force myself to be around them when it was clearly not good for me. You helped me make the decision to cut ties with them and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.” And that’s why his disappearance was so crushing to you. When he disappeared you felt like you lost your reason for living, the only thing that motivated you to get up in the morning. He was the only person that knew your deepest darkest feelings and secrets, and you trusted him with your life. He took that spot of unconditional love that your parents never filled and without him you were all alone. You could lean on Joy and Mina, and occasionally Taehyung, but he was the only person that was always there when you needed him, the one constant in your life. You guess that’s kind of sad but it’s true. You wonder if it ever got tiring for him being that person for everyone. “So, don’t look up to Taehyung too much because you’re just as much of an amazing person and friend as he is.”

Bumping shoulders with him to show your encouragement, you let him think on your words in silence as you continue to clean up and turn off the tv, preparing for bed. Since it’s so late and you’re too drunk to drive him anywhere, you tell him he should just spend the night here instead of bothering his brother, and lead him to your bedroom where you hand him one of his old shirts that you like to wear and some basketball shorts of his. You kept some of his clothes out of storage because occasionally you like to wear them, like to smell his faint scent and cuddle up in them on lonely nights when you particularly miss him. He’s lost a bit of weight, but the clothes still fit, and you smile at the thought of him wearing his own clothes again in his own home. Even if he doesn’t consider this as his home anymore.

“I can sleep on the couch.” He offers, already heading back out into the living room after getting changed. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, we have a king sized bed, we can both fit. We can each have our own sides and still sleep comfortably.” When he gives an unsure look, you add on. “I have extra pillows, we can make a barrier in between us if that will make you more comfortable.”

And he finally agrees, tiredness overcoming him. He always gets particularly sleepy after drinking, right when the buzz starts wearing off and things start to settle down. You can see in his eyes that this is still true, and it makes you laugh on the inside to know that you still know this side of him. Going to bed isn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, even with a pillow fort between your bodies, separating you from even seeing him, but sleep finds you quickly just from having him in the same room as you once again, his body under the same sheets as yours, and his soft snores filling the usually uncomfortable silence that used to bring you nothing but sorrow. You sleep deeply and soundly next to him and it feels like the first time you’ve slept in years when you finally wake up, feeling fully rested for the first time in recent memory. 

The morning comes and you nearly hop out of bed at the sound of your doorbell, both you and Jimin looking at each other in confusion. You hadn’t had time to check your phone yet, so you walk to the door blind as to who it could be, Jimin trailing behind you out of curiosity. And when you open the door, your heart stops.

The last person you would have expected stands at your door, holding your jacket in hand and looking bright and smiley this morning as he waits for your answer. But when he sees the person behind you, his smile drops and you panic, pushing past him to walk outside in your pajamas with no shoes on as you close the door behind you. And in that moment, you have never wanted to see someone less in your entire life. It’s Jaebeom.

#jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #jimin #jimin fluff #i remember

[iamyoursinblog]

Teasing

Summary: 

His reaction when you are teasing him in public/in front of members.

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LIST (BTS & GOT7)

Mark Tuan

You loved training with Mark. What could be sexy, you thought as your eyes run over your boyfriend's hot body. But even more, you enjoyed teasing him while he taught you the martial arts. You kept casually stroking his ass or thigh, almost reaching his crotch as he taught you a new move. He gave you a warning look every time you kept teasing him. But it turned you on even more. You couldn't concentrate while he explained the new hold to you. You watched as a drop of sweat from his hair flowed down his neck to his chest, which was bare due to the kimono being too open. You chuckled as you walked around him from behind, following his instructions. You wrapped your arms around him, but instead of clasping your hands into a lock on his chest, you slipped your hand into his kimono. You ran your nails across his chest, brushing against his nipple. Mark practically growled at your actions. He grabbed the collar of your kimono, throwing you over it. He stopped you in the air before your back touched the floor. "Baby, don't you think you're in bad position to tease me like that?" he growled, making you chuckle as his eyes darkened with excitement. He let go of you, letting you plop down on the floor as you giggled contentedly at the reaction you received.

Lim Jaebeom

You teased him all evening at the family dinner. To say that Jaebeom was overexcited is an understatement. The way he tried his best to calm down only made you want to tease him even more. That's why you smiled widely when you were in the elevator right in front of him, due to the crowd. You move your hand behind your back and squeezed his hard cock with your fingers. He groaned softly as he squeezed your wrist. "Don't you think you've got carried in your game, baby?" he whispered in your ear, squeezing your hand tighter You just giggled softly, continuing to run your fingers along its length. You took your hands off his cock and, making sure no one was looking at you, lifted the hem of your short dress from behind, teasing him with your ass. You heard a low growl that sent goosebumps to your skin. Jaebeom gripped your shoulder tightly, pulling you towards him. His fingers dug into your skin, hurting you as you rubbed your ass against his cock. “Congratulations my kitty, you just hit the jackpot. And don't even think that your safe word can help you tonight!" he said in a low voice, and a chill went down your spine as you realized it wasn't a joke.

Jacksom Wang

You sat in a restaurant and had dinner with all the members. You continued to fiddle with the pendant, drawing the eyes of Jackson, who was sitting opposite, to your deep neckline. You practically snorted in frustration as he continued talking to the guys. You smiled as you took your glass of wine. You didn't look away from Jackson, running your glass over your bottom lip. "Daddy" you said wordlessly with just your lips before taking a sip. You chuckled as it made Jackson freeze for a second before he returned to the conversation. You took a slice of the cake, deliberately leaving cream on your lips. You said wordlessly "Daddy" running your tongue over your lips. You bit your lip slightly as Jackson gulped looking at your lips. Perfect, you thought, realizing that your little game was working. You took off your shoe, running your foot along Jackson's ankle. "Daddy," you said again as he looked sharply at you. His jaw tightened as you ran your foot across his crotch. "Daddy" you chuckled, making him squeeze the glass in his hand. You sharply returned your foot back on floor as he slammed hard his palm down on the table. “Are you really could handle it if I turn into your daddy right now?!” he growled glaring at you, causing the guys to stare at Jackson with their mouths open. You smiled broadly as you returned to your cake, getting exactly the reaction you were hoping for.

Park Jinyoung

You rested your elbows on the table as Mark and Jaebeom prepared dinner. You turned around and smiled when you saw Jinyoung staring at your ass in short shorts that were barely visible from oversize T-shirt. You turned your head to make sure BamBam and Yugeom were totally into playing on PS. You spread your legs slightly and leaned forward, arching your back just enough for Jinyoung to see your ass and crotch completely. You pulled your shorts up, letting them dig between your folds. You couldn't help but laugh when Jinyoung cleared his throat. You turned slightly towards Jinyoung, meeting his glare. You saw how white his fingers were when he squeezed his phone, tapping his leg nervously. Jinyoung closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. Perfect, you thought as you watched Jinyoung try to keep his arousal under control. You ran your hand down your ass, lightly grabbing the hem of your shorts, completely exposing your buttocks for Jinyoung's gaze. “Baby,” he warned you in a stern voice. "You talking to me?" chuckling asked Mark turning towards Jinyoung before returning to cooking. You were glad that because of the kitchen island you leaned on, Mark couldn't see your little show you put on for Jinyoung. You heard a low growl behind you as you ran your fingers along your crotch. You chuckled when you heard Jinyoung's chair creak as he stood up. “One more move like that and I’ll show the guys how much you love being punished!” Jinyoung growled leaving a hard slap on your half-naked ass before lowering your shorts down, leaving all the guys staring at you practically with their mouths open. “Nerd” you snorted as Jinyoung left the kitchen heading for the restroom, causing Mark and Jaebeom to laugh out loud.

Choi Youngjae

You chuckled as Youngjae sat on the floor instead of joining everyone at the table. You knew that he could see your legs under the table, unlike the others. You spread your legs wide, pulling your skirt up your thighs. You noticed how Youngjae's jaw tightened as his eyes caught your movements under the table. You ran your fingers over your crotch and almost laughed as Youngjae's jaw dropped. He turned his gaze to you, completely blushing from your actions under the table. You almost moaned when you saw the pleading in his eyes to stop teasing him. You bit your lower lip, causing him to swallow loudly. "Are you okay?" asked Jaebeom "No!" Youngjae practically groaned. You giggled contentedly as Youngjae fell to the floor, turning his back to the table, trying to hide his boner.

BamBam

BamBam didn't react at all to your attempts to seduce him while you were hanging out together with members. But you had a secret weapon that always worked. You selected one of your underwear photos and sent it to BamBam, quickly slipping your phone into your pocket. BamBam gasped loudly making all the members look at him. You barely kept a smile, making the most surprised look, while BamBam drilled you with a look. "Are you okay?" asked Jackson, clapping BamBam on the shoulder. “Yes,” BamBam cleared his throat, slowly blushing without taking his eyes off you. “You seem to blush. Are you sure you're okay?" You asked innocently looking at him. You ran your fingers along the stem of the glass, forcing BamBam to follow your every move. Now whatever you do it will tease him even more. "Yeah, I'm fine," BamBam practically growled looking into your eyes. "Got a notification that I wanted to watch the movie 'Love and Leashes' tonight!" answered BamBam. You bit your lower lip and BamBam unconsciously leaned towards you but quickly stopped when he remembered that you weren't alone. You laughed softly at his angry looks as you continued your little torture to seduce your boyfriend.

Kim Yugeom

You couldn't help but laugh as Yugeom watched open-mouthed at you while you sucked on the lollipop. He tried to keep the conversation going with the other members, but his words were constantly confused, making the others laugh at him. “I'd be scared of him if I were you,” Jinyoung said while pushing Yugeom in the shoulder. “He looks at you like he's a maniac... ouff” You laughed at Jinyoung's comment that made Yugeom resent his hyung. “How can I even look at her differently when she does something like this!” Yugeom growled as he snatched the lollipop from your hand. “From now on, lollipops are forbidden for you,” Yugeom snorted as he tossed your lollipop into the bin. You couldn't hide the amusement that your boyfriend's cute reaction caused.

REACTIONS:

That ass…

Teasing

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LIST (BTS&GOT7)

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#got7 #got7 reactions #got7 jb #got7 jinyoung #got7 mark #got7 bambam #got7 jackson #got7 yugyeom #got7 youngjae #got7 jay b #lim jaebeom #park jinyoung #mark tuan #jackson wang #kim yugyeom #bambam #choi youngjae

[winter-dayz]

I Can't Lose You

Pairing: Lim Jaebeom x Reader Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror Words: 2104 Warnings: murder; torture; violence

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“10.” She jumped from square to square carefully but with incredible haste. The monotone countdown nearly made her steps stumble, yet she remained sturdy and hurriedly finished the obstacle she was on.

“9.” He had already finished this trial several minutes ago and stood staring at her from behind the finish line, watching with creased brows and his lip tight between his teeth. She wished that she could soothe his worries, but even once she finishes this trial, there’d be no solace in the victory.

One trial led to the next, and they only increased in difficulty as they progressed. They’d been promised answers and to be released at the end of the “games,” but no indication for how many or how long it all would take.

She had woken up next to her newly ex-boyfriend in a large empty warehouse surrounded by another fifty or so others that also had no recollections of getting there.

The last obstacle of this trial was, of course, the most daunting and required more time to cross than she had left. In front of her was a thirty-foot long beam. On either side was a bottomless pit.

For those who had completed other obstacles in a faster manner, they’d had plenty of time to carefully cross the narrow stretch of concrete. It was the least deadly obstacle so far, but the longer you took on the other obstacles, the less time you had to carefully cross the final one.

“8.” Y/N had eight seconds to get to the other side. Never before had she felt so disheartened but determined. Jaebeom stood on the opposite end, waiting with bated breath. She had to do this.

She placed one foot on the skinny path, testing her balance before quickly placing one foot after another in quick succession. She got halfway across before wobbling; she took in a quick intake of air as she swayed in her spot before steadying and letting the air escape again.

“4.” Her heart thundered in her ears and she nearly missed that wretched deep voice relaying the remaining trial time. A glance was shared between the two, and then she looked back to her feet.

Each step felt as though it’d be her last. Each beat in her chest felt like it wasn’t enough. She’d stopped breathing the minute she started balance-running again. It wouldn’t be enough time.

“3. 2.” She stumbled. One foot caught on the other in her reckless haste.

“1.” Arms wrapped around her and pulled her the rest of the way forward. They tumbled onto the hard floor, but she had made it. Looking to the side, her eyes were captured by the dark depths of familiarity already staring back at her. They did not speak.

🎃

Neverending. She thought they’d never see freedom again. Stuck to whatever building, realm, life they’d been trapped in. She noticed his eyes on her more frequently.

Towards the end of their relationship, he had hardly glanced at her. Unimportant; she’d never felt so unimportant and irrelevant in her life than when she was with him.

Now it was like his eyes were made to solely look after her form. She felt pinned by his gaze. There was no question as to why. Obviously, she’d almost met her maker, and now, he felt responsible for keeping her alive.

That wouldn’t do. Y/N would not be anyone’s liability but her own. This was not the place to rely on another person for getting through the trials. One could die at any moment, and then what? Sit and wait for your own death because your partner couldn’t carry you along? No.

They were led by lights to their next trial. She was determined to get through this on her own.

🎃

They were told they’d need to navigate the maze to reach the door. But upon entering the room, the remaining fifteen were met with walls of mirrors. Some had symbols etched into the surface.

Someone mentioned the trick of following the left wall until they found the exit. It’d probably work, if they had the time for such a tedious method. But time was once again against them.

The entire group would only have five minutes to reach the door once someone entered the maze. Anyone left in the maze at the end would be suffocated with poisonous gas.

The group began debating the smartest methods or strategies. Y/N walked closer to one of the entrances, cautious not to step inside the bounds. She inspected the symbols on the mirrors.

She glanced behind her, but none of the others had realized she’d stepped away. Even Jaebeom no longer had his sights glued to her. Instead, he was arguing with another trial runner over who knows what.

When she looked back to the mirrors she noticed something else hidden within their confines. As she tilted her head and stepped side to side, she saw a distorted image reflected below each symbol.

One showed an arrow pointing to the right. The next was too difficult to make out in its current distortion. The next she was just barely able to recognize it to be a dead end sign. And the last symbol almost looked to be a door.

As she turned to announce her findings, she realized that only a few people remained, and when she saw the clock, it was ticking down closer to four minutes.

Jaebeom had waited for her but was urging her to follow the left wall strategy. But really, if you stopped to think about that strategy in this situation, it made no sense at all since there were four entrances to begin with. So which left wall do you start at?

“That’s not how this maze works, JB.” Y/N stopped him from entering the path with the reflection she couldn’t make out. “Follow me. I think I figured it out, but I can only explain while we’re walking. There’s not enough time.” She declared, moving towards the reflection of the distorted door. He began to follow, but attempted to protest only to be cut off by his former girlfriend.

“Look, five minutes wouldn’t be enough time to wander a maze of this size aimlessly until you find the end. And even following one wall the entire time would just lead to constant dead ends. Plus, there were four entrances, so it’d be hard to decide which starting point was the correct one anyway.” She paused, looking closely into the mirror again.

Behind her, she noticed Jaebeom listening intently, but with confusion on his face as he tried to decipher what she was doing.

“So… there had to be some sort of clue to where to start and how to get to the end. I saw the four symbols immediately,” she explained, pointing up at the symbol above them, “but it took me a while to figure out that they correlated to the distorted image below them. When I turned around to tell everyone, they’d already started. But this one has a door in its reflection.” She picked up into a jog as they turned into a long corridor of the maze.

🎃

They were not the only ones to make it out of the maze. But their group had dwindled down significantly. A measly six remained.

Once again they were led by lights to the next area. Jaebeom grabbed her arm, holding her back.

“I want to talk–” He started, but she stepped away.

“This is not the place for whatever you’re wanting to say to me.” She shook her head. The last time he had uttered those words, it’d been to end their relationship. She couldn’t risk something like that clouding her focus here.

The lights above them shut off, urging them to keep moving. Her lips thinned out as if to say “see?” She turned and continued on, quickly catching up to the others. He watched after her for a moment, but ultimately did the same.

It was their final trial. Two truths and a lie with a twist. The disembodied voice would read out two truths and a lie for a participant. If no one in the group could correctly identify the lie then the participant would be shot through the head.

No one questioned the fact that there weren’t any enforcers or obvious automatic guns present. Rules hadn’t been taken lightly since trial one when a woman had been decapitated after trying to cheat her way through it. The entire warehouse had fallen into a hush at the sight. Some  had promptly emptied their stomachs onto the concrete floors, a sweaty man had fainted, and the woman next to her had screamed once realization finally hit. Jaebeom had subtly blocked Y/N’s view, but she had already resolved to look elsewhere by then.  

Since that moment, rules were not to be tried against. If it was promised, then no one was curious enough to test those limits.

The monotone voice read out the three facts of one of the random players. The man was mindful of his reactions and kept to a careful poker face. They’d all assumed that hinting toward answers would be considered cheating.

Both Jaebeom and Y/N stayed quiet on this turn, not having learned anything about this man in their time here. Not that there was much down-time for chatting and story-sharing. Thankfully, one of the other three had correctly detected the lie.

“Y/N’s biggest fear is being forgotten by those she cares about.” She tensed in her seat as her turn came. Her eyes had been cast to the ceiling since round two when they’d all failed to guess the lie for the young man.

“Y/N has only been in one relationship.” Jaebeom eyed her from his seat in the circle. His eyebrow twitched, but he waited for the final option.

“Y/N cheated on her last boyfriend.” A scoff resounded out into the room. Eyes flung to Jaebeom’s outraged figure. He stayed quiet only staring at her indignantly.

The others in the room had long since picked up on the connection between the two. None had been sure if it was a romantic or kin relationship, but they’d all recognized the familiarity and allyship.

But at his reaction, they assumed it meant the former was true and took that as a sign of an easy round. The other three in the room all spoke aloud their guess: number two was the lie.

Jaebeom watched as a silent tear fell down the side of her face. She remained staring at the ceiling, resolute in not giving away any answer. She was sure she’d be done for. Either Jaebeom would abstain from guessing just to spite her, or he��d stay firm in his belief that she cheated on him—which had been the cause of their breakup.

“Number 3 is the lie.” He spoke up loud, clear, and firm. Silence ensued.

The ex-couple woke up in Jaebeom’s apartment, slumped down on his couch. Neither of them questioned how they got there. A letter sat in front of them, the outside void of any sender. Both refrained from reaching for it. They knew that the answers to whatever had just happened, and why, would await them inside; neither found it that enticing to find out yet.

“We need to talk.” He started, gulping down his nerves. She stared at the hard wood floors beneath her socked feet. Whoever returned them was kind enough to leave their shoes at the front door.

“Do we?” She spoke up. What was there to discuss, really? He hadn’t trusted her the first time. Was a life-or-death situation the only solution to looking at things from her perspective? That wasn’t a relationship she saw worth saving.

“I can’t lose you. I will do whatever I have to in order to prove that to you. I’ll do whatever I have to so that we can work things out. I should’ve trusted you before. I should’ve known that the things I’d been told weren’t true.” He blew out the air that had built up in his lungs. “I can’t lose you.” He stated again. “No one out there will understand each other the way we do anymore. No one did before anyway… No one got me like you did. Please, Y/N. I want to make things right between us.” He waited. His eyes roamed her face as he watched for any change in her features.

“Me too…” She breathed out with a strained expression, but reached out to take his hand in her own.

#got7 #lim jaebeom #reader #lim jaebeom x reader #got7 x reader #angst #horror #deadly games au #squid game #alice in borderland #oneshot #fictober

[bambikisss]

PROVE IT TO ME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were wrong.

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

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

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

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

"JayB, you okay in there?"

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

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

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

[doyouknowbtsswag]

Surprise Sign |Jinyoung|

I smiled looking at myself in the mirror at the concert venue. The stadium was already loud from the group of people fan girling about their biases or plans to do after the concert. I finally walked out of the bathroom and slowly walked to my seat. I'm supposed to be surprising my boyfriend of many years Park Jinyoung. We haven't seen each other in months because of his touring. He begged me to go with him but as much as I wanted to I couldn't. Here I was now standing in my seat close to the stage. Only Jackson knew I was coming to the concert to make sure I was able to get front-seat tickets. I smiled thinking of his reaction along with the rest of the group. I looked around and saw everyone go to their seats as the concert started. I proudly held up my sign that said 'I Don't Have To Go To Heaven To Find A Angel Park Jinyoung Is In Front Of Me' which people around me complimented my sign while laughing. I watched the lights go on and shine on the members as they went on stage. I watched in amazement at the boys' performance. Each step was calculated and they were all in sync with each other. Their voices were steady even though they were dancing. I lifted the sign up as Jackson looked over at me during lullaby winking which made the girls around me scream.

During the concert Jackson looked my way trying to get his fellow members to catch the memo eventually Jaebeom looked over and spotted me. I grinned waving the sign at him which made him smile holding back from laughing which confused Youngjae who looked at him confused as Jaebeom whispered in his ear. Youngjae looked at me laughing lightly which made Mark confused. Let's just say each member one by one noticed my presence and the sign I held up. It was Bambam who laughed the loudest after they finished singing Call My Name that caught Jinyoung's attention. He looked around confused until he finally ended up seeing me. He walked closer thinking he was hallucinating. He had been more nervous once he started the tour since you usually were there to hug him and give him little kisses before he had to leave for award shows. The girls around me started jumping around and screaming his name. But his eyes were trained on me he seemed like he wanted to cry but instead, he made a comment as if I was just a normal fan.

"Who here thinks I'm an angel?" He said through the mic as everyone screamed.

"Hey! He dressed up like a killer doll how is that angelic?!" Jackson said pointing his finger at Jinyoung to interact with the crowd. "I think I'm more of an angel"

"You dressed like the devil that one time" Jaebeom pointed out.

"The only person here would be me in my opinion," Yugyeom said. "If we're talking about Halloween costumes"

"You were an invisible cloak," Youngjae said. "I think I'm the winner don't you think" Yongjae said pointing his mic at the crowd who screamed yes.

"I feel offended," Jackson said dramatically.

I laughed at the whole thing and saw Jinyoung stealing some glances my way. After the concert was over I lingered around waiting for Jackson to come get me from the stands. Once the coast was clear Jackson ran out quickly and grabbed my hand as we ran backstage. The boys all gave me a hug and told me how shocked they were to see me since it was all the way across the world.

"He's here," Youngjae said as Jinyoung ran up to hug me. He wasn't that much of a PDA guy but he didn't care all he cared about was seeing you in the flesh.

"You're supposed to tell me this stuff, not Jackson," He said hiding his face in my neck which made me laugh a little.

"I couldn't tell you since it was a surprise" I smiled.

He pulled me closer and rocked back and forth. He nuzzled his face in my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. I smiled feeling him relax with every minute ticking by.

"You don't know how much I missed you" He mumbled giving a light kiss on my neck.

"I missed you too," I said his grip on me still tight.

"How did you manage to get here?" He asked pulling away from the hug.

"I'm on break so I decided to come see you perform"

"Are you staying around for long?" He asked.

"Hopefully I'll have enough money"

"I'll pay for it you can stay backstage and everything"

"I'd feel bad though" I sighed.

"Love, you and I both know I can afford you being here, hell it might be free if I ask the managers" At this point, Jinyoung was pleading with me to stay and it started working.

"I-" I sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Positive"

"Fine" I smiled and as soon as that word left my mouth I was picked up and spun in the air. "Jinyoung put me down" I laughed.

"Thank god your staying" He smiled. "I don't think I'd last another month"

"Well I'm here now"

"And your not leaving my side ever" He wrapped one of his arms around my waist and he placed his hand on my cheek with the other.

"Wouldn't dream of it" I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I love you," He said gently kissing me on the lips. I smiled into the kiss returning the gesture.

"I love you too" I pulled away resting my head on his chest as gently rubbed my back.

There was a knock on the door and we both looked over. The door creaked open and Youngjae popped in.

"Hey love birds, sorry to interrupt but Jinyoung has to come with me" Jinyoung looked at him confused. "Team meaning"

"Alright, I'm coming" Jinyoung turned to me. "Don't leave okay?"

"Alright" I smiled and watched him leave he winked and closed the door behind him.

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[daemour]

Got7 Senarios when you call him by his first name

Basically, you call him (your husband/boyfriend) by his first name instead of a nickname//pet name when y’all dating. I saw this trend on youtube and thought it was cute lol

Warnings: only cursing lol

Jaebeom

He doesn’t really care tbh but if u just say “Jaebeom-ah/Jaebeom” without any honourifics if ur younger or smth he will give you

The Glare™

He’s reading when you call him by just his name

He doesn’t look up at first

Willing to give u another chance

“Hey Jaebeom-ah. Did you hear me? Can you pass me the pillow?”

He sets his book down and now

You must

Run

You giggle and dodge his outreached hands

But to no avail

He traps u in a bear hug and starts puffing his hot breath onto your cheeks and blowing raspberries

Ew

He won’t let u go until u apologise and then he pecks u on the cheek

And returns to his book cus he was at a good part before u so rudely interrupted him

Mark

Mark really doesn’t give a shit lol

You could say “hey banana face” and he’d just go “yeah what's up orange head”

No amount of teasing will get him to cave and get annoyed

Though if you call him bro be prepared to be ignored for a solid three hours

He refuses to be bro-zoned

You end up apologising and giving him snacks before he cracks and smiles at you

Jackson

If you call him Jackson instead of Jacks, babe, love, baobei, darling, or any of the five thousand nicknames he gave himself he will die of sadness

No i'm not joking

He will collapse on the floor, clutching his chest

Crying to the gods about how the love of his life has betrayed him and doesnt love him and he will now die alone

It takes you about five seconds to be either tired of his shit or pretending you’re not giggling

“My darling hates me, they called me Jackson what have i done to deserve this punishment????”

You try to hoist him up off the ground but he refuses to budge and just clutches at your arms and sobs hysterically

Jackson will not get up until you apologise, give him a kiss or ten, and call him every single one of your nicknames for him

He's a pain but you love him you guess

Jinyoung

This bitch

Jinyoung will play your game right back at you

“Jinyoung, can you get me a drink?” “Yeah, sure (L/N), what do you need?”

You try not to be bothered cus you started it first but

God damn you miss him calling you honey

Even though it’s been like two seconds

Can you tell i’m whipped for this man

You start trailing him around and poking at him and trying to get his attention

“(L/N), please stop poking me, I’m trying to clean up”

You pout and Jinyoung has to stick his tongue in his cheek to keep from laughing at you

You really tried to beat his man at his own game lol

In the end u pretend to cry and Jinyoung finally breaks, laughing and wrapping you up in his arms

Cus while he may be a petty ass bitch he also is too soft for u so he wraps u in a hug and peppers kisses over ur face

Can this actually happen pls God

“Sorry for bamboozling you…(L/N)”

U poke him

Youngjae

This babie

Frowns“What happened? Everything okay, babe?”

You repeat yourself “Youngjae can you make dinner tonight? I’m going out.”

Youngjae spins around in his chair, even pausing his game and pouting up at you

“Yeah…but are you doing okay though?”

You try not to melt at his adorableness but a snort escapes you

And then youngjae is hit with realisation

“Ah. Yeah, I can make dinner (Y/N)”

Except u two suck at keeping a straight face and just start giggling

“You scared me babe”

“Lol uve been bamboozled”

You end up playing games together and he beats ur ass

BamBam

You have to pull out the Kunpimook for this one

The word barely leaves your mouth when Bam is already staring at you like u grew a second head

“What did you call me?”

“Kunpimook Bhuwakul, you know, your name”

“No my name is Bammie try again”

He doesn’t respond to you at all until you finally sigh and call him Bammie

Then he smiles and responds and you laugh

“Dude you always ruin my pranks”

“Lol i spend just as much time on the internet as u, u really think i'm a dumbass huh”

Yes

Yugyeom

This absolute child lol

U know the video where david is eating and the waifu calls him david? That's him

He's so terrified

Planning out his funeral and will (you get dalkyum)

You don't even have the heart to finish your joke he's ready to cry no cap

“Im sorry Gyeom it was on tik tok i wanted to tease u omg dont cry r u crying please stop dude are u okay im sorry ill buy u choco shake”

He immediately stops and is like “ok”

You narrow your eyes

Did you get bamboozled or does he have the attention span of a puppy

You ask bambam later and he tells u yugyeom was planning on playing the exact same trick on u

Motherfucker

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