#frat jaebum

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got7 as fratboys: jaebum

a/n: ok so here’s the first one!!!!! it turned out waaaaay bigger than I expected but I hope y'all cope with me and read it all bc I think it’s worth it. as I said it, there’s a nsfw part at the end so skip it if you’re not comfortable with that. and please, hit me up with feedback!!!!!!!! those are very important so yeah

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⇒ im jaebum: president

major: linguistics 

minor: philosophy 

ok so starting off with mr president himself: im jaebum!!!

ofc he was gonna be the president pls

so he majors in linguistics bc he wanted to do something different??? and like wanted to know the origins of words and its impacts etc etc LIKE DEEP STUFF

and he minors in philosophy bc well DEEP and he actually likes it a lot and he’s really good at it

you might think the guys don’t really respect him as a president but BITCH when jaebum is being serious they respect the hell out of him

he is the only one besides jinyoung that can actually put the place in order

a really good president???? like the university claims he’s an example even tho GOT had some complains in the past bc of it’s wild parties

he has this mysterious bad boy vibe all around him

but deep down he’s actually a softie

loves LOVES lOvEs his cat - her name is nora and she is the most precious thing to him

he wants to get more cats but he’s scared the guys will accidentally hurt them???? but getting more cats is totally on his plans

everyone on campus knows him - not just bc of GOT but well bc he’s that type of person that you just know who he is

he’s a MAJOR photography enthusiast

as you can see his instagram is totally aesthetic and with nice pictures

looks fucking good with a camera on his hands

actually looks fucking good doing anything

he’s also very passionate about music

like I told you he’s into deep stuff and he finds music quite deep

he’s actually a really good singer - youngjae said so himself

he also helps youngjae with his songs sometimes

they’re actually planning on recording jaebum a mixtape bc SURPRISE he’s really good at writing songs

has his earphones with him the whole time and don’t you dare touch them unless he offers to show you what he’s listening

yugyeom touched it without invitation once and well… it didn’t have a happy ending

his ipod is filled with pop punk songs and also rnb

reads a lot but not in public - no one actually knows why

maybe it has something to do with him wanting to keep this bad boy image around campus

has good grades bc he’s one of those people who are naturally smart and intelligent

he skips classes quite often

and when the guys wanna do it??? NO NO YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS TO CLASS

bambam tried to argue once that “why can you skip classes and I can’t????”

jaebum dead ass played the president card and bambam just lowered his head and went to class

he usually skips it when he’s way too hangover or he didn’t get a good night of sleep

has some trouble sleeping at night sometimes so you’ll often find him taking short naps at his classes

when he’s at parties he’s very lowkey unless he’s REALLY drunk

then he turns into the most extra person on the planet?????

he once went down the stairs with nothing but wipped cream on his Parts™ bc he lost a bet he made when he was drunk

no need to say the girls went NUTS

talking about girls…. they all want him

they all wanna know what’s his deal like is he really intimidating is he a bad boy etc etc

he didn’t use to hook up a lot

actually he kinda fell in love with this one person but it didn’t end well

he got hurt and since then he only has sporadic one night stands and they are with girls from other universities so he won’t have to see them often

no one talks about this girl episode tho

actually he doesn’t actually talk about his problems openly at all

when he’s too bothered he goes to jinyoung bc they go way back and are truly best friends

jinyoung just gets him and isn’t scared to tell him when he’s wrong

BUT he has everything written down on his notebook: his lyrics, his feelings and everything that goes on his mind

it is black and it says “people I want to punch in the face” in the cover

he thought about putting a picture of nora but decided against it bc it was “too soft”

he carries this notebook with him at ALL TIMES like truly 24/07

and he doesn’t like anyone touching it in fact it is his most private thing and no one can read it

jinyoung almost read it once and jaebum caught him

jaebum didn’t speak to him for a few weeks and shit got serious but they got over it after jinyoung begged for his forgiveness for like 15 days straight

he goes to the same cafe every morning ever since his first year

everyone there knows him and his order

he usually stays there for quite a while just scribbling things on his notebook and drinking coffee

he likes his coffee dark and bitter and he says it’s just like his soul

no one buys this analogy tho

you must be wondering where do you fit in this

well you’re quite of a coffee enthusiast yourself and you love to go around on campus and discover new cafes etc

one day after your children’s psychology class you were wondering around campus near the philosophy building and there was this small cafe with a cat by the window and you thought oh cute

so you decided to come in and order your traditional caramel macchiato

from that day on you started going there almost every day

a few weeks later you noticed this handsome mysterious guy writing down on his notebook and you couldn’t stop looking???? and then you realized he was there everyday too

you sort of wanted to talk to him but he’s too intimidating

one day one of your friends went there with you and he told you about im jaebum and how everyone knows him and how intimidating he must be

so then you kinda dropped the idea of talking to him until

well one day he left the cafe in a huge rush babbling something about forgetting a test and he ended up leaving his notebook on his table

you decided to pick it up and save for him so you could give it back the next day

and so on the next day you’re drinking your coffee and he arrives and as soon as he sits you go there with the notebook in hands but things don’t go that well

“hm hey so you forgot this here yesterday and I-” “oh my god what are you doing with my notebook” “calm down greg I just picked it up for you bc you forgot it on the table” “DID YOU READ IT?” “no???” “tell me the truth did you read it” “I said I didn’t” “just give me my fucking notebook I’m leaving”

you stood there with this confused look but then you got mad???

“well here’s your fucking notebook. I didn’t read it. I wouldn’t invade your privacy like that. I just kept it bc I also come here everyday and I thought well I’ll be nice and save it so I can give him back tomorrow. I would’ve left it on the table if I knew you were gonna be this rude. here it is. have a nice day”

and you left bc you were angry????? who does he think he is????

so from that day on you kinda changed the time you used to go to the cafe bc you didn’t wanna see him

fast forward a few days and a friend from your children’s psychology class - choi youngjae himself - invites you to a party his frat is organizing and you decide to go like why not

then you remember im jaebum is the president of the frat

but then you think OH SCREW IT I’m going and I’m gonna have a good time

so you’re there and a few drinks have settled in already. you’re not drunk you’re just a bit tipsy and joyful

you finally see youngjae so you go there to say hi and you two start talking

then you notice that jaebum is coming your way and you can’t not roll your eyes

“you know her youngjae?” “yeah jae. she’s in one of my classes. wait you two know each other?” “unfortunately. jaebum was an asshole to me a few days ago so excuse me I have to go”

and youngjae is giving jaebum this look that says wtf did you do dude go apologize

jaebum rolls his eyes but he goes after you and he calls you “cafe girl”

you turn and you’re not in the mood so

“what do you want jaebum?” “I wanna know your name so I can apologize properly”

you debate on just leaving but you tell him your name and he just stares at you

“are you actually saying something or can I just leave?” “hm no! don’t leave.. I just.. I’m sorry. I was an asshole. I shouldn’t have acted like that, you know, like a stupid rude asshole.” “yup you shouldn’t” “so I’m really sorry. and grateful that you kept my notebook. it’s really important to me and very personal so that’s why I acted like that.” “ok noted” “can I get you a drink to earn your apology and then we can talk like two normal people?”

you thought about saying no. you did. but he had the prettiest and most genuine smile across his face and you couldn’t deny

and then you two talk all night long and you find out he’s actually a really nice and cool guy with a great talk

so it’s late and you have to go home and he offers to walk you to your dorm and you tell him there’s no need but he insists and you let him

you two keep on talking and walking and he grabs your hand and when you look at him he has the cutest smile and that makes you wanna kiss his face but you don’t

you get to your dorm and you two exchange numbers and as soon as your inside your room you get a text

[01:35] jaebum: I really wanted to kiss you tonight. but I’ll take you on a proper date before that. are you free tomorrow?

so from that day on you two start hanging out and getting to know each other and going on dates and cute cafes and holding hands across campus and kissing under trees like this huge walking cliche

at first girls kept staring at you like they were surprised that THE im jaebum has a girl

and it was funny bc he walked with his arm around you like you were the most precious thing on the campus and the girls also looked kinda jealous

he allowed you to read something on his notebook once: it was a bunch of scribbled notes about you and it was so sweet and loving and then he asked you to be his girlfriend so BOOM you two were official

the guys start teasing the hell out of him because WOW you’ve turned jaebum into this huge ball of fluff

he’s really this soft dork whenever your around and that’s really cute

you two have this ritual of going to That cafe every morning and when one of you can’t make it the other one picks up coffee for the go

you had to be approved by nora in order for this relationship to work and sometimes he regrets it bc he swears you and nora like each other more than you two like him

it took him a while to open up to you but he did eventually

he makes you cds in a very old fashion way every month with songs he wants to show you or that make him think of you

and you give him this list with book recommendations so you can discuss later

you spend a lot of time at the frat helping him out with his president duties

he walks you to his classes

loves LOVES seeing you in his jackets or with the frat’s shirt

takes a lot of pictures of you - really, a lot. you’re having dinner? his camera is up. you’re putting make up? his camera is up. you’re sitting on the couch? his camera is up. like literally he has a ton of pics of you in his camera roll

you can keep him in check when he’s too nervous or too stressed and that’s great

he’s a bit jealous sometimes but he’s getting better

sex is a very important thing for him bc he belives that sex is a way to express love

like honestly he is very very sexy and he basically exhales sex so

usually he’s a dom and into rough sex

but there are some days when he just wants to appreciate you so he goes in deep for passionate sex and those days are amazing

sex is always very intense and intimate

not much into trying new things but will do it for you

never steps over your boundaries when it comes to sex (actually over anything but especially in bed) and you trust him a lot so

has a huge oral kink and also likes hair pulling

doesn’t care about doing it when the guys are around the dorm

overall he’s not the typical frat boy and a very soft person and you two became the bossy royalty couple and everyone loves you two

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can we talk about how in the people interview when everyone wanted mark to “break” his nose, he just treated them like they were crazy and spitting nonsense. i know for a fact mark would gaslight anyone’s ass

#got7 #people now #frat boy mark strikes again #mork #mark tuan #text #jyp #jype #jyp entertainment #mark yi en tuan #yi en tuan #choi youngjae #youngjae #kim yugyeom #im jaebeom #jaebeom #jaebum #im jaebum #jb #bambam #wang jackson #jackson wang #wang jiaer #park jinyoung #jinyoung #kpop #got7 meme #kpop meme #people tv

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Open Season : Mark & Jinyoung & Jackson ↳5.2k reader insert smut ↳fuck buddy au, poly, angst, slow burn ↳Synopsis: Jaebum accidentally says that his fuck buddy can fuck who they want, which apparently means it’s open season for the entire Hyung Line to get with her.

Open Season pt2 : Mark & Jinyoung & Jackson & Jaebum ↳8.2k reader insert smut ↳fuck buddy au, poly, angst, slow burn ↳Synopsis: Jaebum finds out about the reader sleeping with his friends and things get smutty.

A Lil Flipper : Mark ↳3k, reader insert smut ↳established relationship, pregnancy kink ↳Synopsis: At a Tuan family event, you realize Mark is the man you want to make babies with. Is it the best decision? Probably not, but who cares. 

PubGMarkT : Mark  ↳2.6k, reader insert smut ↳cam baby au, fuck buddy au, one sided pining ↳Synopsis: camgirl!reader fucks Mark while he plays video games. 

beommie : Jaebeom ↳3.7k, reader insert smut ↳cam baby au, fuck buddy au, one sided pining ↳Synopsis: The boys in the cam room chat are quick to make fun of Jaebeom’s ‘furry con attendee’ status, so he makes them eat their words. 

TheJinyoung : mean dom! Jinyoung ↳4.7k, reader insert smut ↳cam baby au, fuck buddy au, one sided pining ↳Synopsis: Jinyoung isn’t too interested in playing for the camera, but he is more than happy to make you work for it. 

Hungry : Jackson & Lucas (NCT) ↳3.4k, smut, reader insert ↳fuck buddy au, pwp ↳Synopsis: Jackson notices his friend Lucas is into you, so he makes sure his friend’s dreams comes true. 

NiceGuyJohnny & TheJinyoung: Jinyoung & Johnny (NCT) ↳7.5k, smut, reader insert ↳Cam Baby au, fuck buddy au, one sided pining, rough sex ↳Synopsis: A little romantic trip with Haechan leaves two of your primary doms feeling a little... jealous? possessive? downright insane? And they’re going to make sure you know it.

BTS

Four Days: Suga & Namjoon ↳4.8k Sugamon smut ↳established relationship ↳Synopsis: You have an essay to write for school and Namjoon enforces a ‘no sex’ rule until it’s complete. Suga plays along with it but it’s clear you’re all getting impatient. 

Nefarious: yandere! Tae & JK  ||  moodboard ↳7.4k Yandere Taekook smut ↳yandere au ↳Synopsis: You know you’re being followed. It’s been months. You finally take matters in your own hands to draw out the man following you. Turns out its not one man but two, and they’re completely in love with you. ↳inspo tags: Tae, Jk, Taekook

TaeTae: Taehyung  ↳4.6k, smut ↳cam baby au, fuck buddy au, one sided pining ↳Synopsis: Part of the CamBaby series, where camgirl!reader hasn’t seen Taehyun in a while and he shows her how much he missed her. 

Quickie: Taehyung   ↳2k, smut ↳established relationship ↳Synopsis: Taehyung shouldn’t be allowed to wear a suit in the morning before work because it looks way too god damned sexy. 

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Mine: Seonghwa & Hongjoong  ↳3.4k, reader insert, smut ↳fuck buddies ↳Synopsis: When your fuck buddy Hongjoong gets jealous of who you’re talking to at an event, you prove to him that you’re not only single, but can fuck whoever you want... by dragging Seonghwa into the cross fire.

Hyungs: Seonghwa & Hongjoong & San ↳4.7k, reader insert, smut ↳polyamory ↳Synopsis: Hongjoong and Seonghwa share a girlfriend, and when San shows interest in her, they realize that maybe keeping her to themselves is a little selfish. 

8th Grade: Yunho & Mingi ↳8.9k, reader insert, smut, fluff.  ↳best friends to lovers, polyamory, covid ↳Synopsis: They’ve always just been your best friends. But Covid quarantine is making you all way too horny. 

Jealousy: Hongjoong ↳2.5k, reader insert, smut. ↳Synopsis: Your boyfriend is a little touchy about how close you are to his friends Mingi and Yunho.

Panini: Yunho & Mingi ↳11.8k, reader insert, smut, fluff. ↳best friends to lovers, polyamory, covid ↳Synopsis: With covid stretching on for what feels like forever, and Mingi’s mood in rapid decline, you move in to the two bedroom apartment with your two best friends, where seemingly constant tinder notifications on everyone’s phones remind you constantly of how horribly single you all are. 

your hand: Yunho  ↳6.6k, reader insert, smut, fluff. ↳tattooist!ateez, receptionist!yn ↳Synopsis: : it’s a classic parlour love story: big tattoo man finds new receptionist cute, but he can’t talk to her until something totally avoidable happens that brings them together out of his own sheer stupidity- that kind of shindig ;) 

Yunhoe : Yunho ↳5.5k, smut, reader insert ↳cam baby au, fuck buddy au, one sided pining ↳Preview: Your phone is so far away- and you’re too cock drunk to think much about donations or the chat room- but you do your best to be as vocal as possible, knowing that moans will make up for the fact that Yunho obviously could care less about good visual shots. 

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Pillow Prince : Hyungwon & I.M ↳3.7k, smut, reader insert ↳established relationship au ↳Synopsis: You and Changkyun have been dating forever, and have a spicy reputation. You both figure movie night with Hyungwon can be a lot more fun if less clothes are involved

Tease : Shownu & Joohoney ↳5.6k, smut, reader insert ↳best friends to lovers, baby fever, pregnancy kink ↳Synopsis: Your best friends come to rescue you from a family event where you’re left all but baby sitting the kids running around. Although they only stay for a little while before helping you escape, it’s enough to give them both intense baby fever. 

Accidentally In Love : Jooheon - in the reserve ↳16.4k, smut, Original Character ↳non idol au, strangers to lovers, slow burn ↳Synopsis: When Maxine arrived in Mexico at her hotel, where she’s booked a communal room with another girl, she finds out that the hotel booked her in a male room due to her name (Max). At first, rooming with a male stranger is daunting, but soon it becomes evident that Jooheon is exactly the kind of person Maxine needs to get her to enjoy her time in Mexico… especially since lots of activities are offered cheaper in ‘couples packages’.

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Choices : Yuto & Kino & Wooseok ↳9.5k, smut, reader insert ↳Besties to lovers, polyamory, rip the bandaid off ↳Synopsis: A night with your three best friends takes an unexpected turn when you admit you’ve been trying to decide which member of Pentagon’s ‘Aquarius Line’ you like most.

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GOT House

1 - JB

Genre: Smut, Angst, a tinylittlebitof Fluff - Enemies to Lovers!AU + Fraternity!JB

Pairing: JB / Reader

Words count: 4.138

Warnings: Smut,Oral (male reciving), sex

Synopsis: University is the time of life to study hard, prepare to adult life, party, have fun and find yourself. Repeat old mistakes, in greater size seems to be part of your list too. 

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The party was all your expected it to be, the big house was full of bodies dancing to the music, enjoying the incredible amount of drinks offered. It was a typical party at the GOT house, it was maybe the third or fourth time you came to one, not that you weren't invited to all of them, because you were, all girls from your sorority were invited to all their parties. You had your strong reasons not to go.

This time one of your sisters begged you to go, it had been her birthday and because the exams week fell just together with her special day, she didn't had time to celebrate, but the GOT boys had a party ready for the day the exams ended and she wanted to enjoy it and celebrate her birthday. So, there you were. 

It was fun, many people you knew, all your sisters, drinks, music and a good time, you tried to not think of what could happen. Some of your friends were really surprised to see you at the party, one even left her boyfriend in the middle of their hot make out to greet you and go enjoy the dance floor with you. You felt sorry for Mark, but he just smiled and waved happily at you, not looking the least bit upset at been replaced by his girlfriend. He was definitely your favorite member of the fraternity, always polite and happy, plus he makes one of your best friends happy and always gave her the spaces she needed, but never failing to be protective, like in that exact moment where he was standing against the wall just watching her from afar to make sure no silly boy would hit on his girl or bother any of her friends.

You danced until your body was sweating and your mouth dry. You excused yourself from your group to go at the kitchen grab something to drink. When you arrived a boy from your class invited you to the group of people there and a round of shots of tequila took place at the kitchen counter. With a cup of mixed vodka you made your way back to the dance floor to your friends, the music now was more sensual and you walked in the middle of the circle of your friends swinging your hips until you reached the floor, you lifted your hips up and wiggled your ass before walking back into the circle laughing and pushing one of your friends to the middle of it so she would do her sexy move.

The girls took turns on it until it was Mark's girlfriend's turn. All girls opened the circle enough to let him see what his girlfriend was doing, just to tease him. Laughing and sipping on your drink you looked at him to see his reaction, he was talking with someone when he saw his girlfriend dancing. He shallowed hard as his mouth hung open, his friend turned around to see what was going on, his eyes scanned the group of girls with a smile on his lips until his eyes landed on you. Lowering your cup from your lips your eyes met his, adverting back to your friends you excused yourself again going to refill your cup.

Hitting the empty cup on the counter you asked your classmate to refill it. With a smile and a not funny joke he did it. You drank the vodka and asked for more. With a worried look he refilled the cup and you walked away with the cup in hand. As your tried to make your way to the living room that was being made of dance floor someone pulled you against the wall near the stairs and tried to kiss you.

You had seen this boy once or twice before but didn't knew him, trying to push him away fighting to not let him kiss you, your cup dropped at the same time he was wanked away from you. Looking up to thank your savior you met with JB's eyes.

"You shouldn't drink so much that you can't protect yourself from an asshole" he said sternly at you over the loud music, his eyes glaring at you. Annoyed with his words and from dropping your drink you rolled your eyes before turning back to the way you were making before been pushed against the wall once more. "You should at least be grateful that I helped you out!" He held you by the arm.

"I can protect myself from assholes very well, thank you!" You freed your arm from his hold, and he stepped again in front of you. "Move Jaebum!" You ordered trying to push him away.

"See? You can't! I'm not even trying to force anything!" He laughed firing up your anger. Taking a couple steps towards you he had you corned against the wall once again "you are lucky I helped you, now show me how polite you are and say "thanks JB" so we can go our ways" 

"You don't deserve my politeness!" You spat at him without thinking. JB was taken by surprise and took a step back freeing you. As you tried to walk away, he held you by the arms and forced you against the wall, his hold on your arms was painful but you didn't had time to complain as he forcefully kissed you.

Trashing against him you tried to free yourself with no use. When he broke off the kiss your hand flew up hitting his cheek with as much force as your full of alcohol body could muster. The sound of the slap was everything you could hear as his head swung to the side, with a red cheek and fire in his eyes JB forced his lips on yours again.

    Consciousness hit you before your eyes managed to open. Even when you were awake enough to open your eyes you didn't, pulling the covers up your neck and curling up your sore body. You knew exactly where you were and what you had done last night, the weight on your heart was painful and it wasn't because of what you did, but at how you let life repeat itself once again in a bigger scale this time.

Taking a deep breath and opening your eyes, you saw the grey sheets and tidy room, not wanting to move but knowing you should, slowly you turned your back flat on the bed, when you heard a door opening. JB came into the room wearing just a pair of black boxers, damp body and wet hair with a gray towel around his neck. His eyes landed on yours and he stayed in place not moving, not saying anything just staring at you. His right cheek was slightly swollen, and you knew it was because of you.

"I-I.... I'll leave in a couple of minutes" you said looking away from him "... Just gonna dress up and...." You closed your eyes trying to block him and the memories away. Trying to make everything disappear. The reason you never went to the fraternity’s parties, the reason why you would never stay too long around the campus. So, you wouldn't see those eyes that made your heart race.

When you parted your eyes open again, he wasn't there anymore, the bed dipped by your side, his warm breath hit your neck as his arm rested against your waist. JB pulled you, pressing your back against his chest. He nuzzled the back of your neck and closed his eyes. "Don't leave... At least not yet!" He tangled his legs with yours hugging you tighter. 

His fame ran wild, all girls knew how he was and still they were all crazy about JB and spending a night with him, trying to be the one to change him. But all of them would be invited to rejoin the party right after sex was over and clean up was done. JB wanted sex and not spend the night, he had his reasons why "let me pretend you don't regret it just for a little bit longer." He begged you.

  You shallowed dryly, he kissed you a second time forcefully on the night before, forced his tongue into your mouth and you bite it making him whimper and break the kiss. He moved to your neck, held you by the waist as you pushed his shoulders away. You don't remember the moment you stopped fighting him, maybe was when he kissed the spot right under your ear? Your hands held on him for dear life. You kissed him desperately, hands on his hair trying to keep him as close as you could, somehow you both made into his room while making up. 

His body pressed yours against the door, his hands were lost on your hair as he kissed you as deep as he possibly could. When he broke the kiss to breath you pushed him away with all your strength, he looked lost when his eyes met yours. You knew JB for so long, he would have let you go the moment you had said so, but you never parted your lips to tell him to stop. 

Moving away from the door you swiftly unbuckled his pants and pulled it down at the same time you dropped to your knees. His erection stood hard after you pulled his boxers down. Tongue swirled around the head of his dick as one of your hands held the part you couldn't fit on your mouth and the other founded his balls. 

With eyes closed, head tilted back a hand gripping on your hair JB moaned loudly, the sound made you more exited and you bobbed your head faster. As pleasurable as it was, he didn't want to be sucked.

With a light pull of your hair he took a step back and pulled you to your feet. His hands pulled your blouse up through your head, with little struggle he undid the buttons and zipper of your shorts, your stick-on bra was quickly replaced by his lips, and you weren't sure if your panties were still one piece.

After undressing you JB discarded his clothes too, pushed you back on his bed as he reached for a condom, his lips were back on yours as he rolled it on and slid his dick into you. He was hard, tick and big, you weren't wet enough, you cried a complain as he filled you. His lips were all over your neck and chest. His hands worked your body, touching every right place as he moved his hips ramming on you, the way his dick filled you up and hit your spot made the pain give place to the pleasure. 

Your eyes fell shut your mouth hung open as moans and cries of pleasure left your lips. His heavy breathing hitting your neck as quiet moans left his lips. As your climax grew closer and your walls clenched on him, he moved harder. Your body shivered and trembled with the intense waves of shock from your climax, JB came right after you, letting his body weigh on top of yours as he tried to catch his breath. 

Once he had calmed down, he rolled off you and walked to the connected bathroom to discard the used condom. Sitting up you looked around for your clothes, JB came back and pushed your back flat on the bed as he climbed back in bed and rested by your side.

His hand was draped over your waist, one of his legs over your and his face against your neck. Warmth spread through your body as his breath hit your neck, your body started to mold itself against his as the alcohol influence started to subside. 

A groan made you open your eyes, only to close it again blinded by the ceiling light. A hand squeezed one of your boobs as a hard dick pressed on your lower back. JB kissed your neck as softly asked if you were tired and wanted to sleep, you didn't reply him making him believe you were almost asleep, he slid his hand down to your waist and his body away from yours just enough to not be pressing his erection on you. 

Sliding your hand back you held his dick and slowly stated to pump it. A long and quiet gasp left his lips as your hand moved faster. His moans stated to grow louder and more frequent, your thumb caresses the tip of his dick spreading the drops of pre cum around it.

Pressing his body over yours he reached for a condom at the bedside table and rolled it on. Pressing your chest against the bed you wiggled your hips in the air. JB positioned himself behind you pulling his hips closer and higher in the air before sliding on you again. This time his fingers reached over your clit to play with it as he thrusted hard and fast on you filling the room with sounds of skin slapping skin. Soon enough you reached your climax again moaning and shivering as you pressed your hips back towards JB as his thrusts got erratic and he buried his dick on you as he came.

Your body flatted on bed tired, you couldn't remember when he got out of bed to discard the condom or how long it took for him to come back and turn the lights off before getting back in bed with you. You know he hugged you tightly as if he was afraid you would disappear into thin air, the loud music of the ongoing party not bothering you as you drifted to dream land.

  "I know you hate me" his voice brought you back from the memories of the previous night "but... Please...." He took your silence as a negative answer.

"Do you find yourself on the right to ask for something? After last night? After what you've done to me?" Your voice came out rasher than what you expected but you didn't regret it, he deserved all thorns you could give him.

"Last night was the best night of my life" he confessed pressing his chest harder against your back. "I know you want to leave and forget what happened and wish I would just disappear. I guess the happiness of one is the misery of the other.... There is nothing that can fix what I did, no excuse that can explain it. I was young, wanted to be one of the cool guys and you liked me. It was so nice to be liked from someone so amazing like you.... Talking with you, been close to you, making out with you, it was always so good made me feel like life was good.... But whenever we were at school, I would blow it and push you away.... I took your feelings for me for granted." He breathed against your neck bringing back all those high school memories your always tried your hardest to forget.

It hurt you. He hurt you. Knowing each other since sixth grade made him one of your oldest friends, at least that was what people always said and were impressed by. 

But from being classmates to friends took a year or two, after growing close it was just a blink of eyes until you found yourself crushing on him through the late years of high school. Sharing a similar taste of music and mutual friends, have you two exchanging messages on the quick message app, on the computer. A few weeks later you both were walking that familiar path you both shared on the way home, shy waves goodbye before each turned to their side to head the rest of the way home. 

One day he asked you to wait for him, he walked you all the way to your building, he kissed you on the lips by the building entrance. 

The next day you didn't know how to act around him, but he just looked like it had never happened before.

A couple of days during the week we would walk you home, you both would kiss and make out in the empty stairs of your building. Other days he wouldn't even look at you.

One day you came home to an empty house and his excuse to borrow a book. The way his hands held your body, how he kissed you, was much different, the way he touched you was different, where he touched you.

He left long before your parents came back home, on the next day a friend asked you about you and him, soon you heard other girls talking about the speculations. And then JB said in front of them, in front of you, that nothing had ever happened between you.

When it was time to enrollee for the last high school year, you begged your parents to let you go to a different school, they were very reluctant about it, but a job opportunity to stay one year abroad came to your dad, and you didn't need to see JB for your last year of school.

Unfortunately, you both aimed big to a good university, and both got in. In the same class of freshman.

Three years down the road, you always tried your best to not cross paths with him. Avoiding all places, you knew he'd be. It wasn't hard, he quickly became popular, part of the most famous fraternity in school. The few times you both had to interact you made sure to put venom on your every word, and after a while he grew used to it, also threading you with thorns. Making clear to everyone that the hatred feeling was mutual.

Only two of your friends knew what happened between you two. One that had attended the same school as both of you and one you trusted so much, and the fact she dated one of JB's best friends helped you to open about it since she heard stories about it.

  "I-I'm sorry about what I did to you last night, I shouldn't have done it! I know saying that the alcohol was the reason why I forcefully kissed you is no excuse... But, God! How I missed the taste of your lips" he said pulling you closer to him, his arm over your waist, his hand resting over the space between your breasts, his nose caressing the back of your neck.

There was so much on your mind but at the same time it was empty, no worlds came up when you parted your lips, no hate came to you when you heard him talking about the previous night. Because you wanted it too. You had always wondered how it would be to kiss him again, how it would feel. His hands were warm and somehow soft even though he played baseball for school. His body brought such a warm feeling to yours, the type you never felt before with any of the guys you dated and slept with, not even on your first time. He brought shivers over your body, and even though you both had had two quick turns on sex he made you feel really good. 

Just when he had his arms around you again, that you realized how much you had missed being in his arms.

No words came out of your lips, but you rested your hand on top of his and closed your eyes once more.

  JB didn't know when you fell, asleep again, if was before or after he had apologized, but you slept again in his arms, and that was more than enough to him.

His cheek still hurt; you did have lots of strength for such a small girl. He deserved to be hit at least a few more times, he had been horrible to you, he knew it. 

There was no excuse to forgive and forget what he did. He had broken your heart and he only realized it when you hit him, so hurt from that past. He couldn't change it but hoped that his words could at least make you think about it and not have such a heavy heart about it anymore. 

He had been the sincerest he had even been to a girl, in the slightly drunk state you both were on the previous night, and with the little foreplay and intimacy shared before and during the sex, still, it had been the best night of his life. For the first time since his first time he slept with his partner, he wanted and did fall asleep with you in his arms. He woke up needing more of you, maybe it was just because of the alcohol, but it was you who he desired to have sex with. 

No one controls its own heart and JB was no exception. He was crazy about you ever since he first kissed you, but his young and silly mind made him lose you. Every single time you'd walk by, his eyes would follow you until you were out of sight, he'd lose his train of thoughts, he always looked a bit dumb. Yu had always been great with words, and you used it against him, making snarky remarks whenever both of you were in the same conversation. Making him look like a fool, making him say mean things back at you even though he just wanted to push your hair back away from your face, fix that sleeve of your dress on your shoulder, tell you how you looked like an angel sitting there against the sun.

He just wished to be able to take care of you and heal your hurt heart.

  Opening your eyes once more, you weren't sure how long you slept for, maybe a few hours or just a couple of minutes. JB was still there. His warmth all around your body, his strong heart beat on your back, his calm breathing on your neck.

"(Y/N) you are the most beautiful things I've ever seeing, if I thought you looked like an angle whenever you cursed me, now you are just a goddess, after seeing you sleeping" he whispered on your ear.

"Jaebum" you said quietly and felt him hold his breath, waiting for your words. "Last night, we both did it, even if you forced the kiss, I never told you to stop, we both did it because we wanted to have sex. We wanted each other." Your voice grew quiet as you admitted to him.

His fingers slipped in between yours and his lips kissed your shoulder. "I don't know what to do right now, if I open my arm won't you just push me away and leave forever?" 

"You can't hold me in your bed forever" even though it would feel good, you thought and turned around inside his arms. Your fingers brushing against his lips and his eyes. "You can start by walking me home." You suggested.

  You walked out of the shower, dressed on your shorts and a plain black shirt tied around your waist, his clothes were too big for you. He was dressed, one of his signatures ripped Jeans and a plain white shirt and sneakers. He waited you signal that you were ready to leave. He walked in front of you, his finger locked with yours, you let him guide you through his house. Once you reached the first floor the noise boys that lived in the house and were already awake, grew quiet. You still heard them mumble something in between the lines "did (Y/N) slept here with hyung?"

Their curious eyes and mumbles stopped as soon as the front door closed behind your back. JB made sure to walk by your side, even though there was a short cut from his place to yours, he calmly walked on the side walk following the path around and across the block to the house where your sorority was placed.

Once in your front door he kisses the back of your hand before letting it go. You held his cheeks and pecked his lips with yours. "We'll see each other around, okay?" 

With a small smile playing on his lips he pressed his lips against yours once again nodding his head and kissing your forehead before biding a quiet goodbye. Back away until he stands on the side walk again.

He waits you walk in and is enough to let him hear the screams and cheers from the girls inside your home. With a bigger smile and some color to his cheeks he, walks towards the short cut, heading to his house, so he, also can be questioned by his friends about what happened last night. 

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Chubby (13)

Jaebum AU Series

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Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: Romance, Drama, Mature, Angst Plot: you are getting bullied, and jaebum decides to help you a/n: if anybody doesn’t like this, im disowning you. so, i hope y’all like it. this is the fifth try <3 not edited

The first time you had seen Jaebum your whole life changed. The world twisted from its axis, and everything tumbled upside down and sideways. Everything flowed into the beckoning cosmos, leaving only the boy standing in front of you to exist.

The first time you had seen Jaebum was by the supermarket around the corner. It was spring, a week before school came back into session. The cherry blossoms bloomed and rained down on him, drifting into space as the ground disappeared from beneath you. He showed up in front of you like an angel, ethereal; making a calm fall over you and causing the world to explode all at once.

His hair was slicked back showing his forehead and angry eyebrows scrunched in concentration. A leather jacket covered his broad shoulders, and ripped washed jeans exposed his knees as he knelt down. A little white and orange kitten snuggled into his hand. As if just his appearance wasn’t enough to take your breath away; his adoration towards the kitten pulled you further down the tortourious path of falling in love with this man. 

His eyes crinkled as a sweet smile stretched across his lips. His smile was beautiful and radiant that it seized your heart from your chest. Your heart stopped beating as your eyes met his. 

A tear fell from your eyes. 

He was so beautiful.

You walked out of the apartment complex to find Jaebum just like the first day you had seen him. 

You had never seen his hair slicked back since that day, it was normally just a sexy mess. But today, it was like it was the first time you had seen him. He wore a leather jacket and ripped jeans once again, and a simple black shirt underneath. 

“Hi,” you whispered, breathless as you stood in front of him. Jaebum turned around, looking you up and down before raising an eye at the skirt you wore. You remember telling him you were going to wear jeans, but it was a last minute change because the jeans didn’t fit. You pursed your lips, as you adjusted the demin skirt,  “Last minute change.” 

“You look good,” Jaebum said, a corner of his lips lifting, as you handed you a helmet and got onto the bike. “Your hair looks nice like that.” 

You froze behind him, as blush climbed over your cheeks. You had styled your hair today instead of letting it fall down normally. 

“Thanks,” was all you could manage to say without stumbling over your words. 

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The party was in full swing when Jaebum and you entered the mansion owned by Bambam. As if the house wasn’t impressive enough, the scene in front of you that belonged to a hollywood frat house party made you gawk in amazement. 

You’ve never been to a party; especially one as big this. 

Jaebum sighed at the scene in front you both, before closing his eyes in annoyance. He already looked annoyed and ready to get out, and you hadn’t even been here a proper minute. 

“JB! My man!” Bambam walked over with yellow sunglasses and a sunset printed shirt that you had seen in billboards for expensive brands. “You made it!” 

He hugged Jaebum, before turning around and giving you a tight squeeze. “Glad you could make it too, y/n. I was afraid JB wouldn’t bring you along.” 

Jaebum jokingly glared at Bambam, who chuckled and put both his hands up in surrender. 

“Okay, come on, let’s go meet the guys,” Bambam turned towards the party, just as lazer lights began bleaming over the crowd, shining through low hanging cloud of smoke. “They’ve dying to you see you again, JB.” 

Bambam wasn’t overexaggerating. A group of five guys jumped up from their seat as soon as Jaebum came ten feet within the sofa set they had been sitting on. They all ran towards Jaebum, jumping onto him forming a huge group hug and then all guys greeted him over eachother. 

“HYUNG!!!” 

“Where have you been?!”

“Nice to have you back, bro.” 

“Ohhhh, the mans back!”

“Sup’” 

They all crowded around him, and you stood next to them unsure what to do. You nervously fiddled with the zipper of your jacket, as you chewed on your bottom lip. You felt like a kid at the supermarket, waiting as your mum chatted to a friend she had bumped into.

“Oh guys,” Bambam pulled their attention towards you both, as he put his arm around your shoulder, friendly. “This is y/n. She’s a friend of JB.” 

You shyly, said hi, giving them a small give. They all replied kindly in different volumes and manner which you were starting to realise was their constant way of being. 

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You were standing around a table of beer pong, where Yugyeom and Bambam were loosing miles behind Mark and Jackson. 

Mark and Jackson had almost half of their cups still left, while Yugyeom and Bambam had two cups left before they lost. 

Bambam took a shot and it went in, making the two boys cheer as if they had already won the game. They chest bumped, as they laughed and boo-ed Mark as he chugged the drink down. 

“Those guys,” Jinyoung shook his head chuckling, as he scooted closer to you. You laughed slightly with him, nervously. 

Jaebum hadn’t left your side even for minute. He always loomed over every conversation you had, checking the cup in your hand, and asking you if you were okay every few minutes. He stood facing the game as he took a sip from his cup.

He wasn’t drinking tonight, and you weren’t too, obviously. 

“They always do this and it’s fun looking from the outside, but when you’re versing them,” he sighed, shaking his head. “You don’t who’s really loosing, because they act like that. 

“Sometimes, the win isn’t even worth it cause you can’t even rub it in their faces as well as they rub getting one shot in.” 

You laughed at that, and you could see what he was talking about as the pair of youngest made another shot. You felt bad for Mark and Jackson, who kept getting annoyed at them more. 

“Have you ever played?” He asked, making you look at him. He was good looking; you couldn’t deny that. Actually, all of Jaebum’s friend’s were attractive and looked like they had walked out of a manga or tv show. 

“No,” you replied, shyly. You felt like you weren’t contributing much to the conversation so you added, “I don’t drink. I’ve never even ever been to a party before.” 

Jinyoung rose his eyebrows in surprise, before nodding shrugging. 

“Why are you surprised?” You asked, was it really that rare for someone not to engage in these kind of activities. 

“Well, it’s not you,” He sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. “You definitely look like a good girl. It’s just that you’re not the type that JB normally has hanging around him.

“Hell, JB never has a girl hanging around him for too long.” He shrugged, as if it was normal. But then looked over at JB, and a small grin grew on his lips, showing perfect teeth. “Well, ofcourse there are exceptions.” 

You turned in Jaebum’s direction confused by what Jinyoung meant. But then you saw a girl wrap her arms around Jaebum’s neck pulling him close, as she hid her face into the nook of his neck. 

You looked away, feeling as if you were intruding an intimate moment. 

Your cheeks tinted red, in a feeling you could not place, as you tried to giving Jinyoung a small smile. 

“YESSS!!! SUCK ON IT YOU LOSERS!!!” Jackson yelled in victory, jumping on Mark, as he stuck his tongue out to the other two boys laughing uncontrollably. It only seemed to make Jackson more annoyed as grabbed Youngjae, and asked him for affirmation of his victory. 

Youngjae just laughed, unable to speak; and laughing harder as Jackson shook him aggressively. 

“Okay, it’s time to break them up,” Jinyoung sighed from beside you, and began walking towards the table. 

“Next game, Youngjae and I,” Jinyoung broke the boys up, before setting the table. “JB you wanna play?” 

“JB play!” The others cheered, making JB sigh in defeat as he nodded his head. He turned towards you, lifting his eyebrows. 

Did he want you to play with him? You’ve never played this before. You don’t even know if you’re good at this. This was a bad idea. But as always Jaebum gave you a look that told you to trust him. 

You shoulders fell as you relaxed slightly, and a small smile came on to your lips. 

“JB and Leena!” Yugyeom cheered, making the others join in. “Like the old times.”

Your lips parted in surprise upon hearing the words.

Your eyes grew, as you felt your cheeks grow hot. You tried not to let your smile fade, as Jaebum kept his eyes on you. 

A feeling you didn’t want to understand tugged your heart, as you stood there trying to be okay. 

It’s just a game.

You nodded at Jaebum, cheering him to join the table where the girl who had hugged him stood waiting for him. 

You gulped, and felt stupid. 

You hoped no one had noticed how you had gotten your hopes up. How your heart was racing that Jaebum had turned to you; how he wanted you. But that wasn’t the reality. 

The reality was Jaebum at the table, with the long haired girl that fit into the picture with others. She was familiar with him; you could tell by the way the other boys treated her. How she was treating Jaebum, like he was the back of her hand, and knew every single thing about him. 

There are exceptions.

She was Jaebum’s exception. Jaebum never let girls hand around him, even you knew that much. 

Jaebum decided to fake date you to stop girls from hovering around him; that’s how much he disliked it. But there have been exceptions. 

She was an exception. And you... well, you were the lesser of two evils for him. 

Jaebum’s eyes met yours a few times during the game, and you tried to look happy and cheer him on. You tried not to notice how Leena was touching him, how comfortably her body leaned into his, how she hugged him. How they jumped and cheered and laughed. You tried not to notice it.

But, when you did, you tried not to show how it bothered you. 

You liked him. You have liked Jaebum from the very first day.

And it only seems to get worse with every moment you spend with him. 

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You stood in the kitchen with Jaebum beside you. He poured a glass of water for you, before getting a cola for himself. 

“It has to look like a drink or the guys would make me one, and it’ll be the end of it all if Yugyeom mixed it.” Jaebum laughed slightly, as he handed you a cup.

“They’re nice,” you commented, looking at the boys jumping to the music and singing along. Jaebum nodded, leaning on the counter, next to you. His shoulders brushed yours, causing your tummy to flip.

“They call you JB,” you commented again, peering up at him. “They don’t call you Jaebum.”

Jaebum smirked down at you as his dark eyes gazed into yours. 

Jaebum was different tonight. His eyes weren’t soft; the golden specks in them almost taken by darkness. His smiles weren’t light as they normally were; they seemed heavy and full with purpose. 

This Jaebum terrified you. 

“No one calls me Jaebum, y/n,” He said, as he leaned in closer, “They all call me JB.” 

Your heart sped up, and you dug your nails into your palm to calm yourself.

You called him Jaebum. 

“Except you,” Jaebum leaned down closer. His warm breath tickled your lips, making you tilt your head further to meet his gaze. You breath got caught in your throat, he leaned in closer, bringing his eyes to your level. “You call me whatever you want.”

“Jaebum,” you whispered trailing off unsure what to say. 

You could feel yourself burn brighter with every passing second. You were sure your cheeks were glowing in the dark at this point. You gulped and looked away from his heated gaze. 

Jaebum chuckled, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he straightened. 

You looked at the cup in your hand in desperation, as you tried to calm your hammering heart. You didn’t know what was happening; all you knew was that your heart could no longer take this. 

As if one cue, someone came running towards you both. 

“Hey, care for a dance, m’lady?” Jinyoung bowed, humourfully. You turned to Jaebum who stared at Jinyoung unblinkingly. Leena appeared from behind Jinyoung, clinging onto Jaebum’s arm before whispering in his ear taking his attention away. 

You cast your gaze away once more before giving Jinyoung a tight smile. You turned back to Jaebum and met his eyes. He shrugged nonchantly, and you looked back to Jinyoung and his outstretched hand. 

You placed your hand in his, as you nodded. 

You felt Jaebum’s gaze follow you as you made your way to the makeshift dance floor and you tried to ignored it. You refused to look back and see him standing there with her as she stood close to him and whispered something into his ear.

You stood infront of Jinyoung, almost in the middle of the floor, when you realised that while you had agreed, you actually had no idea how to dance.

“I don’t know how to dance, Jinyoung,” you told him, your eyes wide in panic. Jinyoung chuckled, shaking his head. 

“I figured,” he said, before smiling at you kindly. “Give it a second.” 

As if on cue, the music changed from the pumping techno into a soft song. 

“Will you do me the honour?” Jinyoung opened his arms into position, making you laugh slightly. A few people moved away from the dancefloor, taking a break with the slow jam, but many others remained breaking into pairs. 

“Did you do this?” You asked stepping closer to him. He placed one hand on your waist, bringing your hand to his shoulder, before holding the other with his hand. 

He shrugged nonchantantly, failing to hold back a smile. “I figured you’d like this much better.” 

He swayed you with music, and you let him lead you. 

“How did you know I’d say yes?” You asked, lifting your gaze to meet his. 

His eyes were dark, almost black. They were so dark that it pulled you in closer, challenging you to lose yourself in them. 

“It was really a guess.” He replied, nervously. “If not, I would have been doing this alone.” 

You laughed at that, leaning your head forward. It slightly brushed on his chest, and you straightened up instantly. Jinyoung noticed but didn’t say anything and just smiled knowingly. 

You were thankful that you had disgarded your jacket already, because as the song neared to its end you could feel yourself begin to sweat. The song lulled to an end, and you moved away from Jinyoung. 

“Thank you for the dance,” you said softly, as you tucked your hair behind your ear. 

You walked to where Jaebum and Leena still remained. You felt your cheeks paint red as you noticed Jaebum’s gaze remain on you from the moment you turned away from Jinyoung and walked towards him. 

Your eyes met his dark ones, and you instantly looked away. You tucked your hair once more, not sure what to do. 

“How was the dance?” Leena giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at Jinyoung who just chuckled. You didn’t answer and just gave a small smile shyly. 

You kept your eyes low, as you felt Jaebum’s eyes remain on you. 

You felt your heart sink as he moved away from you, and moved closer towards Leena who got brighter. 

“So, how do you know eachother?” Leena asked, looking at Jaebum and you. 

“We’re just friends.” Jaebum replied curtly, making your heart sink further. 

You were just friends. Friends who were pretending to date at school. But they didn’t need to know that.

You nodded, keeping your eyes low. 

“Yeah, but how did you meet?” She asked, and you felt Jinyoung look at you both in interest. 

We met because I was getting bullied and Jaebum decided to help me by fake dating me. We both agreed because I liked him. 

“We’re in the same class,” Jaebum replied, coldly. 

Same class. That was it though. Was that all we were to him? 

This was the second person he had introduced you as.

Was that really all you were to him? 

Did all those nights eating together, taking care of Tuesday. Watching Twilight and doing everything else... it all didn’t matter. You were just class mate friends?

Leena seemed content with that answer, but Jinyoug must’ve noticed your discomfort. 

“Another dance?” he asked, lightly bumping his shoulder against yours. You looked up at him, in surpirse. 

“The song...” You tralied off, it was back to the fast tracks. Jinyoung shrugged, pouting slightly as he blinked. 

“We can dance however we want,” he took your hand. He smiled at you with such intensity that your cheeks flushed, “We make our own beat.” 

You let Jinyoung drag you to the dancefloor. This time you looked back at Jaebum. He stared at you, his eyes widening as his lips parted slightly. 

It looked like he was holding himself back, but for what, you didn’t know. He obiviously didn’t think much of you.

You casted your eyes away from him. 

You shouldn’t expect anything more from a friend. 

Jinyoung let go of you, as he turned to face you.

“Okay, follow my lead,” Jinyoung called over the music, has he held both your hands. “One. Two. Three, and jump! jump! jump!” 

You giggled as you both began jumping to the beat of the music. 

Jinyoung let go your hand, before making V’s with his hands and sliding them over his eyes. You copied him; doing all the cheesy moves he did making you laugh harder. 

“See who said you couldn’t dance!” Jinyoung cheered as he pulled you out of the crowd. “You were a natural!”

You laughed, before shaking your head. “I just had a great teacher!” 

You lightly pushed his shoulder, making him puff out his chest in as he nodded, making you giggle. 

When you reached the kitchen, you couldn’t find Jaebum. And then you realised you couldn’t find Leena either. You tried not to think about it; you tried to ignore it. 

But all the happy vibes you started evaporating from your body as you thought of Jaebum and her together. 

“Oh, y/n!” Yugyeom smiled at you, before handing you a cup. “Jaebum went to the bathroom.”

You thanked him, before bringing the cup to your lips. You coughed at the bitter taste burning down your throat.

“What is this?” You gasped looking at Yugyeom. 

“It’s my special mix,” he said a proud smile stretched on his face, slowly dissolving as he realising your condition. “Oh, I can make you another-”

“No. No, it’s okay,” You smiled at him, taking another sip. You tried to keep a smile on your face and hide the grimince and shiver of disgust running through you. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” 

You thought it’d be better to finish the drinking quickly so you gulped it all down in one go, making you frantically quivered as the horrid taste ran through your entire body. 

“Yo, what the hell,” Mark said looking at you, in horror. 

“I just had one of Yugyeom’s special drinks.” You told him, and instantly Mark’s face turned into one of sympathy. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “That thing is 99% five different hard liqours, and 1% cola.” 

You laughed, before freezing, “Wait. Hard liqour?” 

“Yup, the worst party drink maker in history,” Mark laughed. “Unless, you’re going through something; then he’s the best.”

With that he walked away, and you looked at the empty cup in your hand. 

“Hey, Jinyoung,” you called, getting his attention. “You can’t get drunk from one cup right?” 

“Yeah, you shouldn’t. Unless you’re a newbie then you might get buzzed,” He looked at you, chuckling, his laugh increasing as he continued; “or unless you had Yugyeom’s special drinks. One cup of that and even we get fucked sometimes.”

“What if,” you squinted, feeling dread wash over you. “You’ve never drank before and had a cup of his special drink?”

Jinyoung looked at you, his eyes studying you. 

“Then you better have the alcohol tolerance of an alcoholic, or you’re absolutely fucked. Why?” 

“Nothing,” you said, not wanting to worry him. You blinked fast, trying not to be suspicious “I think I’m going to sit.”

Jinyoung squinted at you, leaning in closer. When you didn’t budge, he leaned back and nodded. “I’ll join you.”

You had been sitting for fifteen minutes and it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t that bad at all. You didn’t feel anything, you felt normal; you felt good. 

Except you needed to pee. 

“Hey, where are the toilets?” You asked Jinyoung. You must’ve been louder than you thought because he covered the ear towards you before staring at you in shock. 

“Cleanest one is probably upstairs in Bambam’s room. Third room, on the left side.” 

You told him thanks and went off. 

The whole room was swaying, and you tried to ignore it.

Maybe if you didn’t acknowledge it, it’d go away. But that wasn’t happening. 

You held onto the railings of the stairs and heaved yourself upstairs. You counted the door, loudly, three times, and once you were sure you turned the knob. 

It was locked. 

You sighed as you left the urge to pee increase. 

You instantly tried the next door and it magically opened. And luckily it was the bathroom. 

You sighed loudly as you finally settled on the toilet seat and relieved yourself. You must’ve stayed there for longer than you thought because you heard someone knock loudly on the door. 

“Sorry! Just a minute.” You called out, before getting dress and washing your hands. 

You turned towards the door, opening it, and then you froze. 

You must’ve opened the wrong door, because this didn’t lead to the hallway. 

This door led to the bedroom. 

A bedroom with a bed, where Leena was on top of Jaebum straddling him. Her hands holding his over his hands, and her lips on his. 

Jaebum’s eyes snapped to yours, and he instantly pushed her off. You saw him sit up, before getting up towards you. 

You closed the door, locking it. 

“Fucking bitch!” The other person called from the other door, before they walked off.

“Sorry,” you whispered, as you heart stopped beating. You slid to the floor, as your whole body felt numb. 

A tear fell from your eyes, and then another. 

“Y/n,” Jaebum called out, as he knocked on the door.

You didn’t answer. You stayed like that; your tears silently falling down your cheeks. A sob threatened to escape, and you covered your mouth with your hand. You cried into your hands, you sobs drowning in tightly pressed palms and the loud bass of the house. 

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You didn’t know how long you were in the bathroom, but you knew it was longer than you had thought. 

You sighed as you caught your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks and eyes were red and puffy; there was no denying you had a full down meltdown at a party. 

You stared into your eyes, and felt another wave of sobs coming. You pushed it back, as you smiled through the tears that fell. 

Jaebum was kissing her. He was probably doing more than that with her. 

There are exceptions. 

She was his exception; she was the one he went back to. And you, you were a pity, a chairty. 

He enjoyed his kiss with her; remembered all of them. 

Jaebum can kiss another person so easily. Jaebum has kissed so many others as easily. 

He had kissed you too. 

But it was nothing like how he kissed her. He never told her it was a mistake, and to forget it. But he had told you. 

Your kiss meant nothing. It was only you. 

It was only you who always put more meaning into things. It was you who considered the kiss you shared with Jaebum more. The moments you shared with Jaebum; eating, Tuesday, cooking... It was all you. 

This was a mistake. Maybe coming here was a mistake too. Maybe you were overstepping your boundaries.

You walked to sofa where Jaebum was sitting with the boys. 

Jinyoung spotted you first, his face merging from one of happiness to concern. 

“Y/n,” he gasped. 

Jaebum snapped his head towards you. He sat on the edge of his sit. No cup in his hand, no Leena beside him anymore. His eyes widened. his lips slightly gasping before it grew into a tight smile. 

Coming here was a mistake. He looked annoyed. He looked upset. You were only in his way of fun. You probably spolied his time with Leena too. And now you’re spoiling the remainder of his night with your post-meltdown face. 

“Damn, that drink must have fucked you up,” Jinyoung chuckled, but his voice still filled with concern. “Are you okay? Did you vomit alot?”

You nodded, as you leaned down and grabbed your jacket. You wished the room would spinning now. You wished you could stand straighter. You wished you hadn’t seen Jaebum kissing another girl. You wished you didn’t love him. 

“I think I’ll go home now,” you told the group, as you gave them a wave. You refused to look at Jaebum, even though you could feel his eyes remain on you, unmoving. 

You turned and began walking away before they could say anything. You staggered to the side slightly, but luckily didn’t fall over. You kept walking, picking up speed, until you were running out of the house and onto the pavement of the street. 

You turned the corner before you fell on your knees. You welcomed the sting of the pavement scraping your knees. You dug your palm into your eyes as you cried. Your throat hurt, your lungs burned and your heart clenched as you thought of Jaebum. 

The world kept spinning; this time slower but it worse this way. 

You cried as you thought of Jaebum. You cried for you heart. You cried because of how stupid and delusional you’ve been. You cried as the world around you faded into nothing, and it was just you, your aching heart, floating spinningly through the darkness. 

“Hey,” you knew it was him. You didn’t look up, you kept sitting like that. Maybe he’ll go away if you pretended like he wasn’t there. 

But that didn’t work at all the entire night, and once again, it failed to work. 

Jaebum settled down infront of you. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel him in front you. 

What was he doing here? 

You didn’t want anymore of his pity. 

“What are you doing here? Like this?” Jaebum asked softly. 

I’m crying because you don’t love me. I’m crying because you’ll never love me. I’m crying because my heart is breaking into a million pieces and you don’t even know. 

I’m crying because I love you. 

“I’m waiting for my uber,” you told him, your voice thick with emotion and smushed by your hand. 

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Jaebum told you, making you frown harder, as more tears fells from your eyes. 

“There’s no way I could drive the bike with you like this.”

Like this. Like what?

“You should go back to the party,” you told him, but you wanted him to stay.

He didn’t leave. 

He didn’t leave, instead he moved closer to you and bought your head to his chest. 

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Jaebum whispered softly. 

You cried harder, making your whole body shake. You felt Jaebum’s shirt soak with your tears, but you didn’t move away. 

You stayed there. 

And he stayed there, wrapping his arms around you. 

He didn’t leave. He stayed there even when an uber didn’t come after an hour. 

And then one showed up, and you both got in. You didn’t look at him for the rest of the night. You just kept crying. 

But Jaebum couldn’t look away. He kept his eyes on you, unable to look away. He kept you close until you closed the door of your apartment. Your hair covering your face, your eyes low and tears falling down. 

He stayed until the sun greeted the moon. He stayed until he heard your mother get ready to leave for work, and open the door. He stayed even when she looked into the apartment and told him you had just fell asleep. 

Jaebum couldn’t move. He was stuck.

#chubby #jaebum #got7 #got7 angst #got7 fluff #jaebum fluff #jaebum angst #jaedaddy #im jaebum #angst #fluff #bullying #cute #Tuesday #hope y'all like it #I think this will end soon

[dearlyjinie]

Got7 as college kids

A/n: GUESS WHOS BACK, BACK AGAIN! this was supposed to upload 1 hour ago but tumblr erased it and i had to redo it :(

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Im Jaebum

always has a book in hand 

comes to school in sweats and hoodies 

hightkey looks homeless most of the time

 is in advanced classes bc his mom told him to take them but doesn’t understand shit 

goes to frat parties for free food 

lives off pizza rolls 

why am i jaebum?

Mark Tuan 

That Asian kid that everyone assumes is smart bc he is asian but doesn’t know shit cuz he’s sleeping in most of his classes 

but somehow is still gets A’s like wtf?

if you cant find him its bc hes sleeping in some empty room or finishing a late assignment in the library  

is the ‘but you never told us that type’ 

is the first one to run out out when class ends 

gives excuses about needing to do homework so he doesn't have to go to frat  parties, but ends up going to all of them anyways. 

Jackson Wang 

The kid in HS that you knew will go places 

literally knows everyone on campus and everyone knows him 

is the most friendliest and sweetest person alive 

helps freshmen during the first day of school  

is athlete of the year, every year 

will help anyone in need 

loves to throw parties, and always finds some excuse to throw one 

“oh you failed a class? that sucks man lets throw a party to cheer you up, also meet me every Tuesday at noon so i can tutor you”

everyone had a crush on him

EVERYONE

even if u say u don’t have crush on him you still do

Park Jinyoung 

the scrawny kid who all of a sudden became super ripped during summer

fitness junkie 

is in every sport group with Jackson 

teachers love him bc he is such a good role model 

seem like he got his shit together but is a mess 

Lives for Jackson’s parties

You will always find him playing beer pong 

is super competitive 

never lost a match 

 Choi Youngjae

That kid that was in every music club in HS and in the choir at church .

Moms love him and tell their kids to be more like him, except for Mrs. Lee she likes bad boys ;) 

the summer after HS he had the biggest glow up ever!! 

He grew out his hair and got tattoos 

girls who rejected him is HS are now begging him to look at them

has the voice of an angel 

every on campus has heard him sing, hums in the corridors 

is the one hogging the karaoke machine at parties and starts rapping when he’s drunk 

Bambam

Was the weird kid in HS but then became famous through some viral video and is now the most popular kid at school

looks like a million bucks 

has a small friend group bc he knows that people would use him for his fame 

is a walking meme 

communicates through anime and memes 

is a lightweight so whenever he drinks at parties he falls asleep 5 minutes later in some random corner  

wakes up with a face full of make up 

one day he got so drunk that he did a drunk make up tutorial. That ended beauty gurus career

 kim Yugyeom

Big dweeb

Lives and breathes anime and memes 

Always has his phone ready to capture another viral video for Bambam 

is the one who puts lipstick and makeup on bam when he drunkenly falls asleep 

has a youtube channel for this dance covers 

has won many awards and talent shows for dancing 

promised himself during freshmen year that he will finish all his assignments in time, still hasn't 

says that he goes to a lot of parties when in reality stays home with bambam and watches Yuri on ice in his basement 

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#got7 #got7 imagine #got7 fanfic #got7 smut #got7 reactions #got7 fake texts #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop fanfic #kpop reaction #kpop fake texts #kpop smut #got7 x reader #im jaebim x reader #mark tuan x reader #jackson wang x reader #park jinyoung x reader #choi youngjae x reader #bambam x reader #kim yugyeom x reader

[kpop---scenarios]

The Right One

Genre: Frat/College AU! Bestfriends brother! Enemies to lovers!

Warning: Smut, Cheating, Violence, Drinking 

Pairing: Wong Yukhei x Reader

Word Count:  7.6k Moodboard by the lovely: @lovely-kpopp-blog

You had only ever met one man truly worth loving. Who would have ever thought it would be your best friends brother?

Starting high school is hard for anyone, but it’s even harder when you know absolutely no one there, due to being new. Majority of these kids grew up together, they’ve been friends for year and here you are, coming in, trying to be friends with people. The first few months were horrible. You sat alone at lunch time, when the teacher would announce a project that you had to pair up with someone for, you were left to do everything by yourself. You were always left to defend yourself from the typical high school means girls too. They spread rumors about you, locked you in the bathroom stalls, pushed you around during breaks from class.

Finally, the day you felt like you couldn’t take it any longer, they had smacked the books from your hands before kicking them down the hall and pushing you to the ground. The girls stood there, laughing and pointing at you as you fought to keep your tears at bay. You were angry, no not angry, you were furious. Just as you were about to stand up, and stand up for yourself you heard a loud voice from down the hall.

“Hey!” the voice yelled. “I’m so sick of you stupid cunts always picking on people. She hasn’t done anything to you, so back the fuck off" the girl snarls, offering you a hand to help you up.

The girls who had been bullying you, walked away looking rather offended. You were thankful she stood up for you, but now you felt like thing were going to be much worse for you. It was almost like she had read your mind.

“Don’t worry about them. I’ve got your back, and I’m going to teach you how to throw a mean left hook for next time" she laughs, dragging you down the hall to pick up your books.

“I’m Mina" she says, handing you your books.

“Y/N" you reply with a smile.

“I have a feeling we’re going to be great friends, y/n. But you gotta toughen up" she says, nudging your shoulder as the two of you walked down the hall.

And she wasn’t wrong.

From that moment, the two of you had become inseparable. She also hadn’t been wrong about the group of girls coming back for revenge on you, and she had kept her word about having your back. The girls had tried to corner you in the lunch room as few weeks after the last incident. You smiled and laughed at the names they called you, not letting it bother you anymore. That just seemed to have pissed them off even more. When you shrugged your shoulders at the last insult, the main girl pushed you back into the wall. You had never wanted to truly fight someone, but Mina had been right. You needed to toughen up and now defend yourself.

Raising your fist, you swung before she had even realized what happened. You connected dead on with her jaw, sending her to the ground. She looked up at you with tears welling in her eyes as she ordered the two other girls to hit you. And that’s when Mina had come into the room. Even with all the kids in the lunchroom, surrounding the four of you, she managed to get through everyone and take one of the girls from you. Before the two if you had a chance to really do any damage to them, they both ran off with tears in their eyes. Their leader was still on the floor, holding their jaw. Squatting down, you look her in the eyes.

“Bully me again, and it’ll be worse next time. Understand?” you asked.

She scoffed before scrambling to get up and scurrying away. You and Mina quickly left the scene as well before any teachers came into the room and you got in trouble. Mina made the rest of the school year, and the years after that more than bearable. You didn’t know what you would do without her. The first time you had ever been to Mina’s house, you were quite shocked to know she had an older brother.

She had told you practically everything else about her life, but she failed to mention him. When you had asked her about him, she told you her friends usually became a disgusting boy-crazed mess when they were in his presence, so she tried to avoid having friends meet him or see him if she could. Fortunately for her, she didn’t have to worry about that with you.

You honestly found Yukhei Wong to be the most insufferable human on the planet. His lack of care for anyone besides himself made you want to vomit, really. He was moody, only wanted to party, drink and do whatever he did with girls who just fell into his lap. You honestly were surprised at the amount of girls who just stopped by Mina’s house asking for ‘Lucas’. She had explained to you that Lucas was her preferred name. You made a point to call him Yukhei whenever you had no choice but to interact with him. Although, you would have to admit that the glares he gave you when you used his real name rather than his preferred gave you a small amount of pleasure.

**

As the years went on, your distaste for Yukhei grew the more you saw him around school, the more you saw him around Mina’s, and he clearly felt the same. You were always catching him staring at you, leaving a room if you entered it, but basically just ignoring your general presence. It was fine with you, you weren’t there for him.

One night, you had decided to spend the night at Mina’s, since her parents had practically unofficially adopted you, and the two of you were watching a few horror movies in the living room. You could hear her parents harshly whispering in the kitchen, or trying to whisper about how Yukhei had been behaving lately. Things had turned for the worst with him. He wasn’t really drinking or partying any longer, but his attitude towards his parents horrible, he didn’t listen, his respect for anyone was nonexistent. Your eyes, along with Mina’s had widened at hearing the words “boarding school" come out of her father’s mouth.

The two of you had heard them discuss it before, off and on but this time it sounded as if they had been serious. You didn’t know if they would actually go through with it, so you went to sleep that night thinking nothing would happen. You were woken up in the morning by a few loud crashes, yelling and some crying.

“Mom! You can’t do this. You can’t just ship me off! I’m your son!” Yukhei yelled, as he tries to fight his father off of him. His dad was dragging him to the car as his mom just stood there crying, mumbling that she was sorry and it needed to be done.

You would always remember the look on Yukhei’s face as their dad drove away to the train station. The look of utter betrayal would forever be etched in your mind. That was last time you had seen Yukhei Wong. Mina never really spoke to you about him, and frankly you didn’t care enough to ask her. After the two of you had graduated, she had been accepted into a prestigious school in America, while you had been accepted into the University of Seoul. You two still spoke everyday, face timed often and she was back in Seoul to see her family and you as much as she could be. She had always been the one to tell you whether or not a guy was going to be right for you or not. Usually when she met them in person she was able to tell if you two were going to click or not and you always trusted her opinion on someone. You had never been good a figuring out if someone was good for you or not.

But now that she was thousands of miles away, you were left by yourself. Which is how you ended up in some less than ideal situations. In your first year of University, you had the misfortune of catching well known bad boy, Im Jaebum’s attention.

The two of you only lasted maybe 4 months. Jaebum seemed to have thought he was far too good for you. He was so attractive, girls always wanted him, blah blah. You knew things wouldn’t work out very well with him anyways. He really only talked about 3 things; girls, his frat and drinking. You needed someone who could hold a conversation for longer than 30 seconds before getting distracted by a pretty girl with a big ass.

You stayed single the rest of the year. You were in your second year currently, and you were still single but living with a couple of girlfriends off campus in a nice little apartment. The three of you got along great, and all respected eachothers privacy. Especially when someone would bring a guy home. You either locked yourself away in your room or went to the library by yourself to study.

**

It was Saturday, and you had picked up a shift at the local café for the afternoon. Your shift was almost done and you were ready to head home, change into some pyjamas and binge watch a new drama that had just come out. Unfortunately for you, your roommates had other plans for you, and bum rushed you before you even got through the door.

“Hurry up and get ready" Soomi told you, excitedly.

“Why?” you groaned.

“We were invited to the NCT frat party!” Jisoo exclaimed.

You groaned. You didn’t really feel like partying tonight. Although, it had been a while since you had gone out and let loose. So maybe it wouldn’t actually be too bad?

“Fine. Let me get changed" you sigh, making your way to your room.

“Don’t be dressing all frumpy either!” Soomi yelled. You groaned again. There went your plans of being comfy. Thirty minutes later you emerge from your room wearing a tight pair of black leather high-waisted shorts with a cute white bralette. You had touched up your makeup, going for a more simpler look and tossing your hair into a cute messy bun.

“Girl, you look good" Jisoo smiles, grabbing your wrist to drag you out the door.

The three of you arrive, standing outside the NCT fraternity house. The music so loud in the house, you could feel the thumping of the bass all the way on the front lawn. People were littered outside the house, practically pouring out from the inside. A part of you was getting a little excited to go in now, wanting to enjoy the night. The three of you walk into the crowded house, smoke filling your lungs almost immediately. Jisoo is taken right away by a guy you’d never seen. Before you could turn to ask Soomi about it, she was whisked away by another unknown male, leaving you to fend for yourself. You needed to get drunk. You navigated your way to the kitchen with ease, pouring yourself a cup of whatever you could find, while also taking a couple shots. You were way too sober to be in a house full of extremely intoxicated people.

“Move" you hear from behind you, a vaguely familiar voice.

Spinning around, you’re met face to face with an older, surprisingly more attractive Wong Yukhei.

“Yukhei?” you ask, squinting your eyes to make sure it really is him.

“How do you know my name?” he growls, looking you in the eyes. After a second you can see his expression change from confused, to even more confused.

“Y/N?” he asks.

“It’s me.” You say, partially laughing.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, coldly. You can see his body tensed up immensely after he realized it was you.

“I was invited with my friends" you say, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you go to school here?” you ask.

“I run this frat, so yeah I do. I don’t really want to be wasting my night talking to my little sisters friend, so enjoy your night.” Yukhei says before walking away without another word. Still as big an asshole as ever.

Letting out a scoff,  you grab yourself another drink before moving yourself to the living room where majority of the people were. You scanned the room, trying to find one of your friends. They were no where to be found, you assumed they would be busy for a little bit longer. You tried to not be annoyed at your encounter with Yukhei, but you couldn’t help it.

Why had Mina never told you he went to your school? Why was he still such an asshole? You had never done anything to him, yet he hated you. Granted you weren’t a fan of his either, but at least you had a valid reason for your distaste for him. Yukhei on the other hand, did not, at least not that you knew of.

Standing in the living room, you begin to sway to the beat of the music. Letting his words slowly fade from your mind, you look around the room again but this time you locked eyes with someone unfamiliar. Messy dark brown hair, plump lips and beautiful eyes. You had no idea who this man was, but you were instantly attracted to him. He smiled at you, and you smiled back. He stood up, walking towards you but before he could reach you, you were basically tackled by your two giggling friends who dragged you away before you had the chance of meeting the handsome stranger.

You strained your neck trying to get one last glimpse of him before the two girls demanded your full attention while they explained their hookups for the night. You really did try your best to keep focus on what they were telling you, but unfortunately you were lost in your own thoughts about the handsome stranger. You thought about him off and on for the next few days. A memory of him would randomly pop up in your mind as you were trying to focus on the Literature lecture that was happening in front of you at the moment. You thought about his lips on yours.

How would he taste? You smiled as you dreamed, trying your best to keep his face in your mind always. You had yet to see the mystery man on campus that week, and so you did something that was rather unusual for you. You asked your roommates to attend another NCT frat party for the second weekend in a row.

“What happened that you’re not telling us?” Soomi asked.

“Nothing happened. You guys grabbed me before anything could really happen.” You sighed.

“I just like.. had very intense eye contact with a guy" you admit, groaning and shoving your hands in your head. That sounded completely ridiculous to you. The two girls looked at eachothers before bursting into laughter at your lame confession.

“Be ready to go in an hour” Jisoo said, still laughing as you walked away. As you entered your room, your phone began ringing. You pick it up, noticing that Mina was face timing you. Happily you answer and get her help on an outfit for tonight.

“Where are you going?” she asks, excitedly.

“NCT frat party” you hesitantly admit. “Like.. Lucas’s frat?” she asks.

“Yeah. I didn’t know he went here until I bumped into him last weekend. Why didn’t you tell me?” you question.

“Never thought about it to be honest. I didn’t think you were into frat parties.” She says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Normally I’m not. But I need to find someone I partially met last time.” You say. She begs you to tell her everything, and you happily oblige.

“Before I go. I’m going to tell Lucas to just kind of keep an eye on you, okay? I just want to make sure you’re safe"

“You know he hates me. He won’t care if anything happens to me" you say with a scoff. “But you do what you want. If it’ll make you feel better" you sigh. Immediately she perks up.

“Thank you. I’ll call you tomorrow” she smiles before hanging up. Once you’re off the phone, you quickly get dressed into the outfit the two of you had decided on. A pair of leggings with a tight black leather crop top that accentuated your breasts perfectly. Once again, arriving at the party, there was people everywhere. Maybe a few less than last time but who could really tell.

This time your friends hadn’t ditched you immediately, so you all went to grab a drink and a few shots from the kitchen before heading to the dance floor. It was more of a giant circle in the middle of the living room, but it was what it was. The moment you had started drinking, all reminders of the boy you had wanted to find faded away. You were instead enjoying your time with your friends, dancing to every song that played. Finally you had gotten a little to hot, and headed back into the kitchen to grab another drink. You weren’t paying attention and accidently bumped into someone upon turning the corner.

“Oh I’m so sorry" you say, looking up at the man you had seen last weekend.

“No worries” he smiles down at you. Your heart begins to flutter as you stare at his handsome face.

“Did you need a drink?” he asks, stepping to the side to let you through.

“I do. Thank you" you shyly smile, walking past him to grab a drink and a shot.

“My name is Johnny by the way" he tells you, leaning against the door frame.

“I’m Y/N" you respond.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he says, moving closer to you. “I saw you last weekend. And to be completely honest, I’ve wanted nothing more than to kiss you since I saw you that night.” He whispers, still moving in closer as you back up until you’re against the counter. Johnny grabs your waist before hoisting you up to sit on the counter as he moves in between your legs.

“So y/n, what do you say?” he whispers, leaning in closer now. “Can I kiss you?” In that moment your breath hitches as you stare at those beautiful lips of his as they approached yours.

“Yes" you whisper. You had barely gotten the words out before his lips were gently pressed against yours. Johnny pushes himself against you a little harder, wanting you to open your mouth to deepen the kiss. You do so without hesitation. As Johnny slips his tounge into your mouth, you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to be as close to him as possible.

“Jesus Christ Johnny. Get a fucking room” you hear from a disapproving voice. It startles you, and your only reaction is to push Johnny away from you which startles him.

The man turns around, and of course standing there is Yukhei, looking even more unimpressed that you’re the one who was being felt up by Johnny in the kitchen. Yukhei lets out a small sigh before pinching the bridge of his nose. You look between the two men as you slide yourself off the counter, while Johnny looks confused.

“Let’s go" Yukhei says to you, grabbing your wrist to pull you out of the kitchen.

“What? What are you doing?” you ask, tearing your wrist away from his hand.

“I told Mina I would keep an eye on you. And he is not someone you want to be fucking around with" Yukhei says coldly.

“You don’t even like me. So why would you keep an eye on me?” you ask.

“Who said I don’t like you? Maybe I like you too a little too much” he says, whispering in your ear. You can feel your heart beginning to pound.

“What?”

“Just stay away from Johnny” he whispers before walking away. Before you had a chance to catch your breath, Johnny rounds the corner, sliding his hand around your waist.

“Would you like to dance?” he whispers. With a smile, you nod your head. Johnny grabs your hand and pulls you towards the dance floor. He has his hands on your hips as you move your body to the beat of the music. You’re in your own zone before you look around and only see one pair of eyes glaring at you. Yukhei.

You did your best to try and ignore the glares of Yukhei as you and Johnny were dancing. You were trying to enjoy the night but he was making it extremely difficult. The rest of your night, your eyes always seemed to manage to lock with Yukhei’s no matter how hard you tried to not look at him. As the night ended, Johnny asked to see you again. You said yes before giving him your number. Excitedly, you lay in your bed with hope’s of a message from him before you fell asleep. When your phone dinged, a smile spread across your face as you saw it was from an unknown number. It simply said ‘I can’t wait to see you again’. You fell asleep that night, with butterflies in your stomach and a smile on your face.

**

It had been a few months of you and Johnny together, and everything was going perfectly. Except when you were anywhere near the frat house or at school. You had gone all this time without seeing Yukhei anywhere but now he was everywhere. He was always glaring at you and shaking his head disapproving.

One night you and Johnny had gone back to the frat house after a date. You had left your phone in the car, so you told Johnny you would meet him in his room after you grabbed it. You walked into the house, only to be pulled to a dark corner by someone. Of course that someone was Yukhei.

“What the hell are you doing?” he snaps.

“Going to Johnny’s room?” you say confused.

“Why?  I told you to stay away from him.” He growls.

“Why do you care so much? You’re not my boyfriend. I’m just your sisters friend.” You spit back at him.

“You’re going to get hurt" he whispers.

“Just stop Yukhei.” You sigh before leaving him standing by himself. Your mood had immediately gone from happy to sour after being stopped by Yukhei. You were a big girl. Why did he feel the need to butt in with your relationship? Johnny made sure to take extra care of you that night. When you left in the morning, everything that Yukhei had said to you was no longer a thought. As you walked through the frat house your mind was only in one place, and that was thinking about your night with Johnny. The way his hands caressed your body. The way he used to tounge to make you cum multiple times. The way he slowly fucked you. You were finally happy. Finally with someone who was treating you right and making you happy.

**

The next week, school dragged on and on. You ran into Yukhei more than you liked, and he would always smile at you, which was odd. On Monday he ran into you in the café and offered to buy you a coffee.

Tuesday he was outside your last class, holding an iced coffee for you.

Wednesday he had texted you to see if you were doing okay. Mina had given him your number. She told you he asked her and said if she wanted him to keep an eye on you then he needed it. It was all very confusing. Out of no where he became a different man then the one you ran into in the beginning of the year. When you saw him your heart fluttered. When he texted you, you got butterflies in your stomach. When he said your name, all you wanted to do was blush. You couldn’t have feelings for him. You were with Johnny, and Yukhei was still the man who hated you, but maybe just less now. He was only doing these things because Mina asked him too.

There was nothing more too it. On Thursday you had gone over to the frat house, luckily you didn’t see Yukhei on your way in, only Johnny sitting on the couch, watching TV. You sat beside him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing you in close to cuddle. Not even 10 minutes later, Yukhei strolled into the house, sitting down on the chair. Every few seconds he would turn his head and stare at the two of you, sitting there together. Finally Johnny had enough.

“Dude. What the fuck? Why do you keep looking at us?” he asks, pausing the TV.

“I’m not looking at you" Yukhei says, glancing at you one more time before getting up and leaving the room.

“Is there something going on between the two of you?” Johnny asks, pulling away from you. You pull back too, shocked that he would even suggest something like that. Yukhei barely tolerates you, there’s no way the two of you would be fucking. Although you wouldn’t mind.

“What? No? Why would you even think that?” you ask, clearly upset.

“He’s always around you lately. Always staring at you. Seemed like there was" he says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Wow. Thanks for thinking so fucking highly of me Johnny" you snap getting off the couch.

“Babe. Wait.” He yells, still sitting on the couch. You left the house, and Johnny still remained on the couch. You didn’t see the figure standing in the kitchen window, wishing he could stop you to make it better. By the time Saturday had rolled around, you and Johnny had spoken since your small fight on Thursday. You weren’t going to let that stop you from having some fun, and you figured it would be best to talk to Johnny face to face to work it out.

You and the girls all finished getting ready and go to head out. You were wearing your deep red strapless dress, that just covered your ass. Your hair was tied up in a loose bun and you had on your black pumps. There was no way that Johnny could resist you tonight. There was no hesitation with the three of you arriving at the frat house anymore. You all had been there so often that it was practically like a second home for you. Walking in, your eyes immediately look in the living room for Johnny, where he usually is, but he isn’t tonight. You look in the kitchen, and he is no where to be found. A little worried you walk up to one of Johnny’s friends, Yuta.

“Hey Yuta, have you seen Johnny anywhere?” you ask.

“Yeahhhhhh" he laughs not looking at you. “He’s in his room, but he’s not alone” he half laughs, half hiccups. The moment those words came out of his mouth, your stomach and your heart sank.

“He’s what?” You ask, trying to hold back your tears.

“Not alone" he says again, finally looking up to see who he’s talking too. “Oh shit. Y/N.. I’m..” he begins to say, his face dropping. You rush up the stairs, your heart feels like its going to beat right our of your chest. He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t cheat on you. Taking a deep breath, you swing Johnny’s bedroom door open and are met with him on top of some girl.

“Are you fucking serious" you say, your voice cracking. You can no longer hold your tears back, you let them all spill as Johnny scrambles off the girl, trying to put some pants on. Your legs start moving before you even think of doing it. Your tears clouding your vision as you race down the stairs, you can hear Johnny’s voice calling out to you. You didn’t see the man at the bottom of the stairs, until you had already collided with him.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” you hear. Looking up you see the concerned face of Yukhei. Before you can answer, Johnny is at the top of the stairs calling for you. He races down, only to see Yukhei standing with you, his hands holding your crying frame. By now all the music had stopped, everyone focusing on the tension between the three of you.

“What the hell happened?” Yukhei snapped, his hands never leaving you. “It’s none of your damn business Wong. This is between me and my girl" Johnny snaps, coming down the stairs.

“I’m not your fucking girl Johnny. We had a small fight a few days ago and I came to make up with him, but he was too busy sticking his dick in some whore" you spit, the tears gone, now anger just coursed through your body.

“Seriously Johnny?” Yukhei scoffed.

“Stay the fuck out of this" Johnny snaps, looking at Yukhei.

“Baby please. Can we talk about this" he begs, reaching out to grab you. Yukhei tries to move you from in front of him, to behind him, unfortunately Johnny is quicker than he thought and grabs onto your wrist yanking you towards him.

“I’m going to talk this out, with my girl, without your presence Lucas. She isn’t your girlfriend” Johnny yells as you try to fight to get him off of you.

“Let me go Johnny" you cry, struggling to get out of his grip.

“Johnny, I will knock you the fuck out if you don’t get your fucking hands off of her" Yukhei snarls. Johnny stands there staring at Yukhei, he let’s your wrist go, never breaking eye contact with Yukhei.

“There" Johnny says, rolling his eyes. “The only reason we had problems is because of YOU" Johnny yells, pointing at Yukhei.

“You can’t stand that she’s with me and not with YOU" “I’m gunna to do it anyways" Yukhei says before clocking Johnny in the face, knocking him out cold.

“Are you okay?” Yukhei asks you. You’re embarrassed and hurt. He warned you that you would get hurt, but you didn’t listen.

“Is that all you want to say? You don’t want to say told you so?” You asked.

“No I don’t” he said, still looking concerned.

“Just let me go. This is humiliating” you whisper. You look behind you one last time before walking out the front door, and all you see is Yukhei watching you leave.

**

You lay in your bed for a few hours feeling hurt, betrayed and humiliated. Why didn’t you listen when Yukhei had told you to stay away from Johnny? There was no changing it now. You sighed as your phone buzzed for the thousandth time. Looking at it, they’re all from Johnny. Begging you to talk to him, pleading with you and then becoming mean and blaming you for his actions. If you had talked to him after the fight he wouldn’t have done that. You weren’t supposed to be there tonight. You weren’t supposed to find out. All you sent him was a nice fuck you. You opened up a new message, and typed in Yukhei’s name.

[1:04am] You: Thank you.

[1:06am] Yukhei: For what?

[1:07am] You: For standing up for me.

[1:10am] Yukhei: Anytime, Y/N.

You wanted so badly to ask him about what Johnny said. Did he really want you or was Johnny just overly paranoid? You decided to leave it alone, dreaming about literally anything else you could. The next morning you woke up to a text from Johnny, apologizing for his behaviour the night before. He asked you to meet for coffee and as much as you didn’t want to go, you decided to just to hear him out.

**

A few hours later you were sitting at a table with a remorseful looking Johnny with a black eye. The two of you has been sitting there for over 10 minutes without saying a word to eachothers. You were not going to talk first.

“Listen y/n..” he begins. “I’m an asshole. I know that. My behavior last night was unacceptable and I shouldn’t have acted like that" he says with his head down. “You shouldn’t have. I agree" you say. Johnny nods his head.

“Anything else you want to say?” you ask, waiting for an apology for the cheating. Not that it would make anything better but you still wanted to hear it.

“I was hoping you would give me a second chance?” he asked, looking at you hopeful. You couldn’t help but to let out a loud laugh.

“Are you serious?” you asked, still laughing.

“Well yes?” he replies.

“Johnny you CHEATED on me" you partially yell. “There’s no forgiving that" Johnny scoffs.

“Don’t be like that y/n. If you want, I’ll try not to do it again" he says.

“You’ll.. try to not cheat on me.. again? Wow Johnny, thanks so much. A true gentleman you are" you say, rolling your eyes.

“It’s because of him isn’t it?” he asks, looking like he’s just had a revelation.

“Who?” you ask.

“Lucas. It’s because of him.” He says.

“This is nothing to do with Yukhei, Johnny. It has to do with the fact that I don’t tolerate cheaters.” You spit.

“Yeah sure.” He scoffs.

“And even if I did get together with Yukhei, that would be none of your business. I’m sure he would treat me a hell of a lot better than you did" you say, grabbing your things and leaving him sitting there shocked.

On your walk home, you cannot believe the audacity of Johnny. How dare he think that was acceptable in any form? You pull out your phone on your walk home, seeing a text from Yukhei, asking if you were okay and if you needed anything. Your heart began to flutter, but you were still confused on why he was being so nice to you. He always hated you and now he didn’t? Things don’t just change that easily. And after the morning you already had, whatever he answer was couldn’t hurt you too badly.

[11:13am] You: Can we talk?

[11:16am] Yukhei: Sure. Come on over.

After you read that message, you changed your route, making your way to the frat house. Walking in the front door, you immediately see Yukhei in the living room. He stands up when he sees you, telling you to follow him as the two of you make your way to his room. You walk in, looking around his room as he shuts the door. Yukhei sits on the edge of his bed, staring at you, waiting for you to talk.

“So what’s up?” he asks.

“What changed?” You asked. Yukhei looks at you confused.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“You hated me for so long and the last few months have been so different. What changed?” you asked. “I’ve never hated you” he whispers.

“I always have liked you, but you always seemed to not like me so I just went along with it.” He shrugs his shoulders. “When I saw you the first night, I acted cold towards you because it seemed like what I should do. And then the next time I saw you with Johnny and I wanted to bash his face in. Feeling that haven’t felt in a long time cane rushing back. I wanted to protect you and have you be happy but you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

“That’s not true. I don’t hate you anymore, Yukhei. You seemed to have changed.” You say. “I would like to be friends"

Yukhei let’s out a loud groan. “I don’t want to be friends, y/n" he says, standing up. He starts walking towards you, until you’re backed against the wall.

“What do you want?” you ask, looking him in the eyes

“I want you.” He whispers.

“You’re Mina’s brother. We can’t do this" you breathe, staring at his plump lips.

“Tell me to stop" he says, leaning closer into you. “Tell me you don’t want this" he says.

“I want this" you say, closing the gap between you two. Yukhei’s hands are at your waist in a second, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss, slipping his tounge into your mouth. As your phone rings, you hear it’s Mina’s ringtone. You break the kiss by pushing Yukhei away, catching your breath before answering.

“Heyyyy Mina" you say, trying to act casual.

“What are you doing?” she laughs.

“I was just hanging out with Yukhei" you say.

“Oh. That’s weird" she giggles. “You better not be fucking my brother" she laughs.

“What? No, I would never do that to you" you say, as nerves float through your body. “I’m just kidding. I’d support you two if you decided to do whatever. Anyways, I was just calling to let you know I’m coming back in a few weeks and I can’t wait to see you!” she yells.

“Oh my god. I’m so excited" you exclaim.

“Okay, I have to go. I’ll call you later. Love you! Bye Lucas" she giggles through the phone. You hang up and put your phone away. You and Yukhei stand there, staring at each other, not saying a word.

“I better go" you say, quickly scurrying from his room. That entire week the two of you didn’t talk. Until Friday, when Yukhei had texted you to invite you to a party that night, as his date. He apologized for being MIA for the week, he had a few papers he needed to reach, and he figured you needed some time to think. You happily accepted the invitation, with the understanding that Johnny was not going to be around. The day dragged on, and you kept yourself as busy as you possibly could until it was finally time for you to get ready. You put on a cute and tight, yes casual dress and a pair of sneakers. You wanted to look good but also keep it casual tonight.

Your friends had dates so tonight you were on your own with the hopes that they might swing by later. Walking into the house you first spot Yukhei, leaning against a door frame, talking to some friends. He was wearing semi tight black Jean’s with a black shirt and a chain. His hair was slicked back and did he ever look good. Yukhei turned his head, spotting you almost immediately with a giant smile. You walked over to him as he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug.

“I missed you” he whispered.

“I missed you too" you said back. Grabbing your hand, Yukhei lead you to the kitchen, getting you both a drink. A few drinks and some dancing later, you had been feeling extra needy. You could feel Yukhei’s erection as you grinded your ass into him and it made you very wet. He spun you around to face him before planting a small kiss on your lips. When he pulled away, he looked down at your face, noticing a small pout.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked.

“I need you" you whisper.

“What do you need from me?” He asks.

“I need your cock" you whine. In that moment Yukhei’s eyes went dark, his face serious. He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the living room, up the stairs and into his room where he locked the door. Yukhei walked towards you, licking his lips in anticipation. You had assumed he was going in for a kiss but instead he told you to raise your arms. You do as your asked as Yukhei reaches for the hem of your dress before pulling it over your head. Looking down he notices your lace bra and lack of panties.

“No panties baby? Naughty girl" he groans, reaching his fingers down, sliding them through your soaked pussy. Your knees almost give out in that moment Yukhei pulls away from you and you moan as he walks away from you. Yukhei gets on his bed, laying down.

“Ride my face baby” he says, licking his lips. You strut yourself over to the bed, climbing on before lift your leg over to straddle him, getting comfortable on his face. Yukhei pokes his tounge through his lips, placing it right on your clit. You grab your breasts as you start to move your hips, grinding yourself on his face.

“Fuck" you cry out, your hands moving from your breasts to your hair. You lean your body slightly forward, gripping Yukhei’s hair instead, as his lips now suction around your clit causing you moan even louder.

“You’re going to make me cum" you cry out, Yukhei rotates from using his tounge and his lips as you thrust your hips faster, needing this release.

“Don’t stop. Fuck" you cry out. Your movements slow down as your orgasm hits, tingling through your body, as you cum all over his face. Once you’ve ridden your high out, you get off of his face, laying down on his bed, feeling extremely sensitive. Yukhei looks at you while licking up your juices from his face. He stands up, undressing as quickly as he can before getting back on the bed, hovering over you and leaning down for a kiss. He slides his tounge into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

“I’m going to fuck you” he growls after breaking the kiss.

“Please do" you beg, needing to feel him inside you. Yukhei lines himself up with you before slowly pushing his thick, large cock into your pussy. You grip the bed sheets tightly as you try to adjust to his size. He gives you a few seconds to get used to the stretching, never having been with someone as big before.

“Move" you whine.

“Are you sure?“ he asks.

“Please move. Fuck me” you moan. With that Yukhei slowly begins to thrust in and out of you. You’re unable to keep your moans quiet and he picks up the pace eventually ramming himself into you harshly.

“Oh my god, your pussy feels so good baby" he moans, his fingers grip your hips tightly, sure enough to leave bruises.

“You take my cock so well baby" he purrs, moving his hand away from your hip and to in-between your lips, rubbing your clit.

“Fuck. You fill me up so well with your huge cock" you moan as he continues to play with your pussy.

“You going to cum again baby? Clench your tight pussy around my cock?” he growls.

“Yes yes I will" you cry out. Bucking your hips, you allow Yukhei to push his cock in deeper, causing you to slightly roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Oh god" you cry out, your orgasm quickly approaching.

“Cum for me baby" he says, pounding himself into you. Before you know it, your orgasm hits you, coating your entire body, making your quiver beneath Yukhei.

“That’s a good girl" he grins, fucking you harder, chasing his own high.

‘I’m gonna cum" he whines, thrusting into you one more time before pulling himself out, coating your stomach with his juices. His head is thrown back as he pumps himself with his hand, milking every last drop. Yukhei takes a deep breath before looking at you with a smile. You smile back at him as you take your fingers to scoop up his cum, and put them in your mouth, swallowing everything. Yours eyes don’t leave his the entire time.

“Fuck you’re incredible” he smiles, leaning in for a kiss.

“Should we go get a drink?” he asks. Happily, you nod your head, slipping your dress back on while he gets himself dressed as well. The two of you leave his room, hand in hand as you walk down the stairs to rejoin the party. Upon entering the kitchen, you’re both met with an extremely intoxicated Johnny.

“Fucking slut" he spits, staring at your hand in Yukhei’s.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Yukhei growled, his body almost vibrating with anger.

“I called her a SLUT" Johnny yelled. Yukhei let go of your hand before pushing Johnny, causing him to fall over.

“Don’t be mad because she’s mine now. It should have always been me, anyways. You’re the one who fucked things up with her by being a piece of shit. But I should thank you for that because if you hadn’t, we wouldn’t be together.” Yukhei yells.

“But if you come near MY girl again or say anything negative about her, I will fucking end you" Yukhei threatens before taking your hand again and walking away.

**

It had been a few months since you and Yukhei had finally gotten together. Your visit with Mina went better than expected and she was extremely happy for the two of you, although she asked that PDA between the two of you was kept at a minimum in front of her. She had already started planning your wedding. Johnny apologized after a while, realizing he was in the wrong for everything. Now whenever he saw you two he nodded his head before walking away.

It took a while and few mistakes, but you finally had found the right one.

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[xiubaek-13]

Gods & Myths

Prompt: J-Hope + 3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

Setting/AU: College AU

Warnings: Alcohol use, frat party, sexual tension, lewd humour etc

Word Count: 3,278

You didn’t want to be here. Every fiber of your being wanted desperately to be anywhere that wasn’t at the Gods and Myths party at Ravenwood Academy. It’s not that you hated parties, or despised dressing up, rather, it was that you hated ending up alone at these things. Your friends always came with you, spotted someone they were crushing on and left without fail. Leaving you alone for the remainder of the evening, easy prey for drunk creeps to hit on. Usually you left before they saw you all alone, in your mind you wondered if you had a huge neon sign above you that said Easy Target.

Every time you brought this fact up with them their responses were the same. “Well maybe you should try it sometime.” “It’s not going to hurt you to have fun. Live a little.” “Just do, don’t think about it for once in your life.”

All of that was easier said than done though. Overthinking was a skill of yours, one excelled at. Your friends meant well, you knew that, but it hurt to realise time and time again that in some aspects, they just truly didn’t understand you. You weren’t as outgoing as them and apparently didn’t have anywhere near as high a sex drive as they did. They said you were too picky while you thought that sometimes they weren’t picky enough.

You wanted to be the person who could just switch off and live in the moment but you were too observant, too analytical and too concerned with how what you did at any given moment would impact your life. Other people got to finish class and leave their academic commitments in their dorm, not concerned with how their actions in the night would impact them in the future but not you, the burden of responsibility weighed heavy on your shoulders. You had to get good grades so that you could get a good job and a good career. That was what had been ingrained into you since you were a small child. Romance and frivolity just weren’t luxuries that you could afford.

Regardless of how you feel about social gatherings, you’re here, sitting on Minhee’s bed with Sora while they brainstorm costumes for each of you to wear. According to them this party was a big deal and proper thought should go into your outfit. In your mind it was just middle ground between angels & devils and toga party. Wear a coloured sheet and something on your head and drink. It seemed simple to you but to your friends, it was more. They were well known for their partying ways and impeccable costumes. How you ended up with these two as your best friends you’ll never know, but you wouldn’t have it any other way… most of the time.

Minhee stands in front of her wardrobe facing the two of you with her arms crossed in front of her, resolute in her statement. “As a history major I refuse to allow the three of us to be basic. There will be enough Aphrodite’s, Hera’s, Athena’s and Persephone’s in attendance so we need something unique.” 

“Why don’t we go as the three fates?” Sora offers as she flips through a Greek Mythology book.

Minhee shakes her head. “No, then we’d have to spend the entire night together so that our costumes made sense.”

“Wow, you make hanging out together sound like a punishment.” You remark.

Her eyes roll. “You know that’s not how I meant it. If we do a group costume then we have to stick together. At the biggest party of the academic year.” Next to you Sora nods. If she thinks this is convincing you that she wasn’t being harsh before, she’s sorely mistaken.

“What Minhee is trying to say is that Jaebum is going to be there and she wants to get that.” She chuckles as she looks at you. “We love you dearly, but we both have goals for this party, and apparently that means we need standalone costumes. Otherwise Minhee will be insufferable because she couldn’t jump JB’s bones because we did a group costume… which is not a crazy persons reasoning at all.”

You can’t help but laugh at Sora’s bluntness. You knew they’d both be wanting to impress their crushes and that they would not be sticking with you all night. Still, the reality of being alone at a party yet again kind of dampens the mood for you. “Then Minhee should be Nyx.” You state.

“Primordial goddess of the night?” She asks, to no one in particular.

You shrug. “Look if there was a goddess of determination to get that dick then I’d pick that one for you. This is the closest thing.”

Sora collapses into the bed in a fit of laughter at your words while Minhee feigns offence, doing her best to not laugh yet. “Are you calling me a skank?”

“Of course not. If I wanted to do that I’d have suggested Peitho.” Minhee sputters as her cool facade cracks and she joins Sora in a fit of laughter, doubling over and grabbing the wardrobe with her spare hand to brace herself as she laughs.

“You bitch.” She says as she regains her composure.

“Honestly, the lengths you go to for dick.”  You do your best to sound nonchalant but a laugh breaks through.

“For that uncalled for comment you get to be Hecate, it’s not in the mythology books but I’m pretty sure she was a snarky biatch like you.” She points at Sora as you crack up laughing. “And you can be Kotys, you party animal.”

***

The party is going almost exactly how you imagined it would. The three of you arrived, wading through a crowd of multiple Hades, Persephone, Zeus, Hera, Apollo & Aphrodite costumes. Minhee and Sora are ecstatic that no one seems to have picked the goddesses that the three of you did but a small part of you wishes you could blend in with the crowd, it would make escaping drunk horny guys later so much easier.

You had to give it to the decorators. They had outdone themselves this year. The large dining hall had been transformed into a Greek paradise. There was a Mount Olympus in the back corner, a Dionysus themed bar, hanging gardens, beautifully draped sheets around fake columns. There were games all around the room, based off ancient Olympics and myths. You spotted a stone grotto where you had to trick Medusa, a makeshift river Styx, the list went on.

It was hard to believe that this was the dining hall. The spot where you usually sat for your meals was currently the entrance to hell and where you normally sat was Yoongi, dressed as Hades, trying to convince people to actually pay him money to be kept safe. You laughed to yourself, remembering the time that Minhee had her sights set on him only to be shut down because he didn’t want to fuck someone who didn’t know what an arpeggio was. She had been livid for weeks. She thought it was some kind of pasta. You and Sora hadn’t let her live it down, much to her displeasure.

The rest of his group are performing similar grifts around the room. Namjoon is at Mount Olympus, dressed as Zeus and giving orders as King of the Gods. Jimin is dressed as Eros and is wandering around pushing people together, daring them to kiss. Dressed is a loose statement given the minimal amount of coverage he has going for him but that kind of goes hand in hand with being the god of sexual desire, attraction, love and procreation. Jin is dressed as Plutus and in his drunken stupor keeps telling everyone “Opulence, I own everything!” Taehyung is behind the bar, dressed as Dionysus, reveling in getting partygoers drunk out of their brains. Jungkook is Heracles, doing upside down keg stands and challenging people to arm wrestling and Mario Kart, probably not exactly the picture of the greatest hero but he fits the strongest man on earth part of the brief. Hoseok is Caerus, flitting around the room to each of the games and convincing people to do things they normally wouldn’t, telling them he felt lucky about their odds of winning if they did as he suggested. Whoever put those 7 in charge as hosts for the evening was either out of their mind or a genius.

Shortly after arriving Sora directs you to the bar, making sure the three of you have drinks in your hands at all times then drags your trio over to a group who are playing a range of drinking games loosely based off mythology. So loosely that you’d wager that they were just playing normal drinking games and adding one greek work to them to fit the theme of the party. You glance at Minhee, thinking she might have hit the nail on the head with the goddess she picked for Sora, who raises a brow at you as if to say I was dead on right?

You stand back with Minhee while Sora leads the next round of games, completely in her element as the life of the party. Out of the corner of your eye you spot the very person who Minhee keeps searching for. She probably thinks she’s being subtle but to you she looks like a lost bird with how much her head is darting around as she scans the room. You nudge her, directing her attention towards her mark. “He’s over there when you’re ready to go throw yourself at him.”

She scoffs at you and smirks. “Don’t be ridiculous, I won’t need to throw myself at him, have you seen me in this dress?” To make sure you get the full effect she twirls and poses for you, her shamelessness making you cringe.

“Oh my god, just go already.”

Sora appears beside you, laughing. “Looks like I have perfect timing!” she says as she latches onto your arm, her grip ironclad, tugging it towards the centre of the group where the games are being played. “Come on, we’re playing the next game.”

“Wha-” you start to protest, refusing to budge from your spot. You don’t join in at these parties. You observe. You’re not the free spirited type. You don’t know the social cues or the rules for these games.

“No excuses. If you fuck up the game you drink, if you win you drink. Pretty simple really.” She holds onto your arm tightly, no intentions of letting you flee. “For once, try to enjoy yourself.” She says.

Begrudgingly you give up trying to escape. She knows you too well and she has no plans on letting go of you until you’re in the circle and the game is starting. There’s no escape now, not when you’re surrounded. Your anxiety spikes for a moment, wondering if all of the people around you know that you don’t fit in here. That little voice in your head tells you that they’re judging you, mocking you, no matter how hard you try to ignore it.  

“What game have you been playing here?” Hoseok asks, appearing out of nowhere, his red locks wreathed in olive branches. That part of his costume irks you. Caerus was always described as bald, with one lock of hair, not a luscious soft looking full head of hair. At least he had the non aging, beautiful part down, because Hoseok was beautiful. His high cheekbones and strong jawline framed his face, inviting eyes and an infectious smile made him hard to resist. You have watched him from a distance at many parties, never actually interacting with words. A few times he caught you staring, only to raise an eyebrow at you and for you to avert your gaze. This is the closest you’d ever been to him at a party and you decide that it is incredibly unfair for him to look that good.

“Escape the Manticore.” Someone says at the same time as you say “Beer Pong.” Hoseok laughs as he moves to the center of the group. He raises his hands, beckoning those in the circle to listen to him.

“An excellent choice of game, however, might I suggest a change in proceedings before Jungkook/Heracles makes his way over here?” The noises from the group seem to lean towards agreeing to change games. Everyone knows that you can’t beat Jungkook at beer pong. The guy is stupidly good at it. Smiling, Hoseok continues. “Might I suggest Sirens Call?”

You scoff. “What’s that, truth or dare?” The crowd laughs at your comment.

“Closer to spin the bottle actually.” Hoseok responds, winking at you as he does so. “Alright, you lot” He says as he points to 7 others, Sora and yourself “are playing this round with me.” You do your best to ignore the wink, surely he does that to everyone. Like Sora, he’s always the life of the party. It probably doesn’t mean anything. Even if part of you wants it to.

Sora claps with glee as she realizes that his selection includes the man she’s been ogling all night, Shownu. He’s a mountain of a man with soft, kind eyes and Sora has been swooning over him for months. You know that she’ll shatter the bottle if it doesn’t land on him when she spins it.

“You look like you want to eat him alive Sora, maybe dial it down a notch.” You murmur.

Her eyes flit to yours for a moment, a mischievous grin on her face. “I’d rather climb him like a tree but eating works as well.”

You don’t get a chance to tell her to keep it in her pants as Hoseok produces a bottle and motions for the ten of you to sit on the floor. “The person spinning the bottle is the siren. Whoever the bottle lands on is their target. If their target succumbs to their call and kisses them they’re out of the game, Sirens were kind of evil guys, they lured men to their deaths. If you resist the siren for thirty seconds then you survive and they are out of the game.

The game progresses as drunken people lock lips and disappear from the game, often wandering off together to continue where they left off, much to Jimin’s delight. Shownu did his best to resist Sora, but your maniac of a friend legitimately climbed him when he refused her request for him to kiss her, straddling his hips and teasingly leaning in, ghosting kisses over his neck, face & mouth until he gave in and captured her lips with his. As she got up and lead Shownu away from the group she winked at you, happy to have secured her man for the night.

Hoseok spins the bottle next. You watch it spin round and round, wondering who it will land on and if they’re going to be able to resist his charms. To your surprise the bottle lands on you. You stare at it in mild shock. Hoseok isn’t supposed to get this close to you. No, you watch him from afar, wondering what it would be like to touch him, to be held by him, to kiss him. But those were only ever supposed to be thoughts, never a reality.

You watch with wide eyes as he crawls towards you, like a predator circling its prey. You don’t know if you are strong enough to resist him, not when his eyes were laser focused on you like that. He’d never looked at you like that before. Whenever he’d caught you staring at him he’d always kept that inviting look in his eyes but that was nowhere to be found right now. It felt like he was staring into your soul which unnerves you. You try to swallow but your throat feels dry, and your hand can’t seem to find your drink.

He closes the distance between the two of you quickly, stopping only once his arms are caging your legs where you sit. He is too close, so close that you can feel his breath fanning your neck, you can smell his cologne, you can’t concentrate. He licks his lips and leans forward, his mouth ghosting your ear. Breathily he says “Kiss me” then moves back slightly so that he can see your face.

If you do as he asks you’ll lose the game, but you will have kissed Jung Hoseok. That little voice inside your head tries to tell you that he’d only be kissing you because of the game, not because he has any interest in you. Another smaller voice speaks up, telling you so what if its only because of the game? You still get to kiss him and if the other voice is wrong, then you’ll have bagged Jung motherfucking Hoseok. Where is the loss for you here?

You stare at his lips longer than you care to admit, at his prominent cupids bow and soft looking lower lip, at the way he slightly smirks when he realises that you’re fixated on his mouth. It feels like aeons but in reality it takes only seconds for the two of you to stare at each other, your eyes flickering because for a moment Hoseok does look like a god, but one who is within your reach, and it causes a quiet breath to escape your lips.

Cautiously you inch forward, and Hoseok cups your cheek with his hand. He feels warm. You lean into his touch, letting yourself indulge in the moment. You press your lips into his, they are softer than you were expecting. He moves his head slightly and your lips slot together perfectly, his hand sliding into your hair. You could end it here, you had already failed the game and there was no need to continue the kiss.

Except that you don’t want it to end. You want more. You press into his lips harder, parting them, and you feel him smile into it as he deepens the kiss. Your hand grips his cloak, as if you’re scared he will let go of you and end this. The nature of the kiss shifts from a soft, sweet meeting of the mouths to a heated, passionate tangling of tongues. When you do break apart its because you both need air. His eyes are hooded and dark as he stares at you as if you are the only person in the room.

Gradually both of you realize that you have an audience and you blush furiously. Hoseok clears his throat and looks around, attempting to put on the mask of the host as he says. “That’s game over. You know how it works now, form your own teams and go.” He grabs your wrist and helps you stand, his eyes never leaving your face. It’s written all over his face, plain as day, that he wants to kiss you again. You want to kiss him again too, but not with so many people around.

“Come with me?” He asks.

#kloversnet #thekpopnetwork #kpopwonderlandtag #kwordsmiths #bts scenario #bts fic #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts drabble #hoseok imagine #hoseok scenario #hoseok fic #hoseok drabble #j-hope imagine #j-hope drabble #j-hope fic #j-hope scenario #jhope imagines #jhope drabble #jhope scenarios #jhope fic

[hollyhomburg]

Close to You (Sneak Peak)

(Gangster! Yoongi x Goodgirl! Reader) (Rags to Riches Au)

Summary: Nobody likes Yoongi, not your older brother or your friends. But when he walks you home from your pickup basketball games you feel more protected than possessed. And even though he might be a gangster and dangerous himself- that makes all the difference. 

From drug dealer to producer, from rags to riches, you’re Yoongi’s person- his muse- his soulmate.

Tags: good girl x bad boy au, blood, drugs, Yoongi with tattoo's, references to making good ol’ sweet love, Rags to riches! au, brief mentions of drunk sex, Yoongi is soft and squishy and just loves the reader a lot. A/n: This is more a story than a fic- with a little bit of an open ending to it- legit when I was editing this it doubled in length. W/c: 7.0k

- maybe the night would have gone better if Jaebaum didn’t literally check Yoongi onto the concrete halfway through the game. The other players literally stop to a standstill, because no one is ever that aggressive. The ball bounces away unattended as Yoongi is quick to get up and shove Jaebaum back.

-  You’re quick to step between the two of them a hand on either of their chests as Yoongi growls out “what the fuck is your problem?” Even if Jaebaum is a bit taller, Yoongi doesn't back down. Of course, the second Yoongi makes eye contact with you he backs off, though you do see his jaw roll in annoyance. And that's more than you can say for Jaebaum, Who takes a few more words before he gets back to the game. 

- He lingers when the game finishes and usually, you’d stay for another, but no one else seems to be in the mood for it. You and Yoongi still pass a ball back and forth and Yoongi shoots a jab his way when pauses by the chainlink gate. 

- “Get lost asshole- and just for the record, acting all high and mighty around me doesn't change the fact that your frat buys coke from me on the weekends and I know for a fact one of you brothers was looking for GHB last week,”

- Jaebum pales as you send him a shocked glance because you really didn’t know his fraternity did shit like that. GHB is like- serious stuff, and its reputation isn’t great. Yoongi is merciless though putting all their dirty drug habits that he is only too privy too as their dealer out in the open. Jaebaum turns to you pleading- “Y/n please believe me- I didn’t know they where-”

- “Jae” you cut him off, suddenly more shakey than you’d like “I think you should go,” he doesn't listen stepping closer, “Nah come on- let me take you home,” he pleads palms open. 

- Before he can get close Yoongi steps Infront of you subtly keeping a hand on your arm to reassure you. “I'll walk her home- don’t worry Jae,” he adds mockingly. “She’s safer with me anyway.”

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#YOONGI X READER #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts angst #bts non idol au #bts scenario

[lavendersuh]

got7 as classic fanfic tropes

word count: 2.4k

a/n: uhhhh i started thinking of classic fanfic tropes and this happened oops! they are short and sweet, but if you want more of one of them hmu and i might write it? enjoy xx

mark - neighbor!au

the shy quiet next door neighbor. your parents are good friends which means occasionally you see each other at dinners. despite his friends being extremely crazy, he always offers you kind smiles in the hallways at school. you always wonder what’s on his mind, until one day his friends loudly tease him about a crush he won’t ask out. you look across the hallway to see your neighbor blushing. 

“just ask her out already! come on, man, what’s it gonna hurt?” one of his friends, jackson, asks.

as you watch the situation unfold, you see mark glance over at you. his eyes turn wide when he sees you already looking at him, causing him to look down and blush even harder. you didn’t realize that was possible.

you turn around to continue putting your books in your locker, as you continued to hear his friends hype him up. you rolled your eyes at their childish behavior. 

the warning bell was ringing, prompting you to shut your locker, only to find mark walking up to you. 

your eyes widen as his flustered expression. he speaks up, “y/n, could i talk to you for a sec?”

jaebum - gang leader!au

super mysterious. you always saw him come into the coffee shop, order a double shot expresso drink, before leaving asap. you always wondered what he was up to considering it was well into your afternoon study sessions when he would show up. who needs that much coffee in the evening?

one day you decided to pack up early, realizing you really needed to head home to cook instead of picking up fast food again. as you’re leaving, the man that always picks up the coffee labeled “JB” heads out the door too. he holds the door for you, sending you a small smile to your surprise. 

you mutter a thanks before he gets into the suspicious black vehicle, not realizing a shady figure across the street was watching the entire interaction. 

you don’t notice the figure following you home until you get to your building, about to unlock the door, when you hear a gunshot behind you. you whip around to see JB standing with a gun in his hand as the shady figure flees, clutching his arm. 

“are you okay?” he asks, coming up to you. 

you stand frozen, eyes wide with terror at what just happened. 

“look, he was following you, he probably thought you were my girlfriend or something since we left at the same time.” he huffs in frustration, “huh, i never ask the pretty girl for her number in order to protect her and yet she still ends up getting shot at.”

a million things are running through your head. pretty girl? number? shot at?

“i’m sorry i put you in danger. i’m also sorry i haven’t talked to you before this,” he says, “i’m caught up with the local mafia and even though i noticed you looking at me in the cafe, i never made a move because i didn’t want you to get caught up in all this.” 

he smiles down at you, “but considering this happened anyways, i might as well ask you to dinner. are you free tonight?”

jackson - college athlete!au

definitely super popular. not because of his sport tho, he fences. he’s just really sociable, at parties all the time, etc. he honestly keeps the fact that he’s a fencer on the down low, not cause its embarrassing or anything but just because he doesn’t like explaining it. he takes it super seriously, and doesn’t like people questioning it.

too bad for him, your sibling happened to love fencing. you were dragged along as they followed the championships and everything. safe to say, you know who jackson wang is. 

you recently transferred to a new university, and your roommates were dragging you out to a party to celebrate the first week of school. you were expecting the classic characteristics of a frat party, but what you weren’t expecting was to see the Junior Asia Fencing Champion offering you your third beer of the night.

“you’re jackson wang,” you tell him, as he continues tossing beer cans to newcomers.

“hell yeah i am,” he grins at you, “but you don’t look familiar. i’m good at remembering faces, where do i know you from?”

“oh, we haven’t met,” you tell him, “i just recognized you because you fence,”

he pauses what he’s doing, whipping around to stare you down, trying to get a read on you.

“you… follow fencing?” he questions.

you shake your head, a warm buzz finally beginning to take over your senses from the alcohol. “no, but my sibling follows it religiously. i just happen to accompany them occasionally, you know, just go along for the ride.”

he throws you a smile, and you start to see why he seems to be so popular. 

“hmm,” he says, leading you through some of the crowd to a less densely packed area of the frat house, “then would you be interested in accompanying me somewhere sometime?”

“like on a date?”

“why not? we could get coffee after my practice tomorrow evening?”

you nod, suddenly feeling shy as you realize what you are getting yourself into.

he throws you another grin as he clinks your beers together, “it’s a date.”

jinyoung - royal!au

honestly a pretty chill royal, he’s a kind prince; he’s just a big spoiled, but who wouldn’t be?

it’s no surprise that he would get irritated with the airline staff when his flight gets cancelled in the middle of the night. he just wants to go home. 

it’s no surprise when you see him talking to the airline worker with an exasperated expression, and it’s no surprise when you hear him in a raised voice say, “but i’m a prince!”

ah, yes. the royalty card. you were familiar. 

it doesn’t take but a heartbeat for you to walk over, and politely tell the man that he needs to “chill.”

“chill? chill? i don’t have time for chill, i’m a prince!” he stares at you for a moment, “i’m sorry but i can’t possibly see how a simple stranger like you would understand.” 

“oh, i understand perfectly fine.” you say with a level head, “i am the most understanding when coming across other royals who like to use it to their advantage. but just because i understand them does not mean i will allow myself to do such things.”

he gives you a confused look. “are you… royal?” he asks incredulously. 

you nod, rolling your eyes, “come on, you can hitch a ride with me, i’m headed past your country anyways.” 

he sputters for a minute, as you start walking away. you turn to see he’s still frozen, not following you. 

“you want a ride or not? plane leaves soon, your highness,” you throw the name at him, smiling as he races to catch up. 

youngjae - office!au

doesn’t mind working in an office because he knows work isn’t his whole life. isn’t super friendly with everyone in the office but he does have a few good friends. they occasionally go out to lunch, coming back to the office a bit later than they should on a lunch break. 

he seems like SUCH a jim halpert to me. joking around but is also one of the only relatively sane ones in the office. that means you are pam, sorry i don’t make the rules. 

so he goes out for these too-long lunches right? well from your spot at the secretary’s desk you clearly started to notice this. seeing as the boss was trying so hard to be youngjae’s friend, the issue was getting swept under the rug. you took it upon yourself one day to call out the lunch delinquent.

on his way back in with the boys, youngjae was laughing at a joke one of the others had made, when you asked to see him at the front desk. he looked at you with a grin still set upon his face.

“what’s up?” he asks casually, leaning a forearm on the top of the desk.

“what’s up is that you are your buddies are out on lunch for over an hour, multiple times a week.” you accuse.

“aw, are you feeling left out?” he teases. 

“no! i’m just annoyed that while you are out enjoying yourselves on company while i’m stuck here waiting until you idiots get back so i can take my own lunch.” you say.

“how about if i took you out for lunch one day next week? would that make up for my misbehavior? i promise we will be out for only an hour.” he grins, “i can’t let you get in trouble.”

he has such a shit-eating grin on his face, but its pretty on par with his generally aloof personality. you find yourself rolling your eyes at him before accepting.

“only if you’re paying.”

his smile doesn’t leave his face as he walks back to his desk.

bambam - frat boy!au

alcohol is water to this boy. yes, he’s a good student during the weekdays, but if it’s the weekend, bam is either drunk, hungover or thinking about getting drunk again. it’s just the college life, and you understand that very well.

which is why it doesn’t really surprise you when it’s the third weekend in a row having bam’s tongue down your throat. you only really party on fridays, so that you can recover saturday and then do homework on sunday. it’s not your fault you keep appearing at bam’s frat house. it’s got the best booze on campus.

you can’t really remember why you started making out with bambam that first time, but by the third time you definitely see the pattern. you both are pretty drunk, you wonder if he even knows he’s making out with his chem lab partner every weekend. 

this time is different though. he’s not being super rough, more just slow and sensual. you aren’t as drunk as last time, and you take notice when he pauses to let out a sad sigh.

you step a bit away, giving him space, squeezing his hands, “are you okay?”

he looks at you with dazed eyes, letting out another sigh, “no, i’m making out with you when i’d much rather be making out with my lab partner who doesn’t seem to know i exist.”

confusion settles over you for a minute, before you start giggling, “bam, how drunk are you?”

“enough to forget my pain,” he replies.

you let out a laugh before grasping his forearm, “come on, loser, you need to sober up and sleep.” you tell him, leading him up the stairs of the frat house, “you need to learn to handle your alcohol better.”

when you ask him which room is his, he gets all pouty and defensive, arguing that he doesn’t want to sleep with you. his arguments are slurred and lazy, as he leans into you for support.

“bam, i don’t want to sleep with you, i want you to sober up, come on!” 

you find his room based on the polaroid pictures of his cats you see near his door frame, and push him onto the bed. he lets out a yawn while you grab a glass of water from the bathroom. 

“drink this before you fall--” you start, before noticing he’s fast asleep already. you roll your eyes, setting the glass of water on his bedside table.

finding a notebook on his desk, you tear out a piece of paper to write a note:

hey dumbass,  you confessed you had the hots for your lab partner while you were making out with me, so like the good person i am, i tried to sober you up but you fell asleep. good job.  see you in class,  your lab partner

beneath the note, you scribbled down your number before placing it under the glass of water. he’d find it eventually.

yugyeom - dancer!au

an amazing dancer. like so good. he likes to brag about it loudly before school dances, in hopes that he will get a date.

he does not. 

not because his classmates don’t want him, but because they are all scared to dance next to him. he’s too good, that would be so embarrassing.

it was a miracle you even went to the dance tbh. winter formal wasn’t exactly on your list of things you must do before senior year is over, but alas, your friend wanted to come, and they had dragged you along for the ride.

so there you stand alone since your friend ditched you for some other people. you don’t mind really; you’re a clumsy person and dancing isn’t really your thing. you are content to just watch as everyone around you has the time of their lives.

you catch sight of yugyeom, a fellow senior, tearing up the dance floor. no one really compares to his insane talent. it’s quite interesting to watch him, and before you know it the song has ended and he’s caught you staring. oops.

he makes his way over to you. you aren’t necessarily friends with yugyeom. but you know of each other due to classes. 

“why did you come to the dance if you are just going to stand there all night?” he questions.

“i came for my friend,” you tell him, glancing over at her dancing with some underclassmen boys.

he nods in understanding, “well, you should at least dance for one song!” 

he goes to grab your hand but you quickly pull away, “i can’t.”

“you can’t?”

you shake your head, “i’m really clumsy.”

just as you say that, a slower song comes on, and yugyeom grabs for your hand again, leading you out to the dance floor, “come on, it’s just one song. and this one is slow, you just have to stand there and sway.”

he moves your arms to wrap around his neck, before he places his own hands gently on your waist. you both move around a little, swaying and turning, following yugyeom’s lead.

“this isn’t so bad, is it?” he asks, his voice low. 

“it’s not terrible,” you reply.

it’s actually quite nice, except for your heartbeat that’s about to burst out of your chest. 

the song comes to a close and you step away from him. 

“well, maybe we can do this again sometime. you know, like at prom.” he mentions, trying to read your face,

“it’s not even christmas yet, and you’re already thinking of prom?” 

he smiles, squeezing your hand before letting go, “never hurts to be on top of things, princess.” 

you smile as he drifts back into the crowd.

#got7 #got7 x reader #got7 x you #got7 fanfic #got7 scenario #got7 drabble #got7 reaction #mark x reader #jaebum x reader #jackson x reader #jinyoung x reader #youngjae x reader #bambam x reader #yugyeom x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop au #got7 au #got7 mark #got7 jaebum #got7 jackson #got7 youngjae #got7 bambam #got7 jinyoung #got7 yugyeom #mark x you #jaebum x you

[secndlife]

got7 as fratboys: masterlist

a/n: ok so this is kind of a sequel to this thread I’ve posted on twitter. I just felt like there was so much more to say about this au that I wanted turn this into headcanons. every member’s hc will be composed by an instagram edit - made by me with the help of some friends -, a small playlist and the hc themselves. there will be nsfw involved!!! be warned. so here it goes! I hope y’all enjoy this

meet Gamma Ommega Tau, the most popular and crazy frat house at Jin Young Park University, a prestigious private school in the country. it started off with 4 guys: im jaebum, mark tuan, jackson wang and park jinyoung. later on, the frat got bigger and also did it’s council. now, in addition to the original 4, GOT’s council has 3 other members: choi youngjae, kunpimook bhuwakul aka bambam and kim yugyeom. after only one semester, the frat was already the biggest one in the whole university. their boys are all well known, especially GOT7 (that’s the name given to their council). with a bunch of pledges and parties and having friendship and brotherhood as their most important values, GOT is definetely everything a fraternity wants and has to be.

⇒ im jaebum: president

⇒ mark tuan: vice president

⇒ jackson wang: athletic chair

⇒ park jinyoung:  academics chair/treasurer

⇒ choi youngjae: philanthropy chair

⇒ bambam: social chair

⇒ kim yugyeom: rush chair

#got7 masterlist #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 headcanons #mark headcanon #jaebum headcanon #jinyoung headcanon #jackson headcanon #youngjae headcanon #bambam headcanon #yugyeom headcanon #got7 au #got7 frat #got7 as frat boys #g7network

[anamenooneowns]

Got7-Hyungline w/ a Reader who smokes (poc)

A/n: This is going to be in an au type setting so you guys are in college. Also, since smoking weed in illegal in South Korea just imagine you’re in a place that does allow it, happy reading! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Mark:

(bc how could I pass up the chance of using this gif?)

You didn’t keep it a secret from Mark, you didn’t feel like you had to if we’re being honest.

Did he really like it? No. Not for the reason you’re thinking though, it was because the lingering smell would catch onto his clothes.

Being from California, a hub for the drug, he tried it when he was younger but he never really liked it. (THIS IS ONLY FOR THE STORY!!!!REPEAT, THIS IS ONLY FOR THE STORY. I HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE IF MARK HAS EVER USED DRUGS plz dont attack me(╥﹏╥))

You, on the other hand, found it to be a way to focus. College wasn’t easy after all.

(But let’s not even get started on when exam week rolls around because lord knows you’re already lighting the next blunt before Mark can say “cot damn, babe”)

You did start cutting back much more though when you and Mark adopted Milo and would only smoke out on the fire escape because you would hate for anything to happen to the poor baby.

All-in-all Mark doesn’t fret over your habit since he knows you only do it in order to focus.

Jaebum:

(look at him, he literally knows he’s so fucking sexy, omgggg)

For this dude he initially absolutely despised that you smoked. He was raised with conservative Korean values. However, he became more open-minded to things such as fashion and rejected gender-norms, but smoking was a larger step he couldn’t take.

You were patient though. He didn’t leave you once he found out but when he saw you sitting Indian-style on your guys’ fire escape, but the only word that fell from his lips was- “Why?”

In a lengthy explanation cut down you explained that as a kid you had terrible anxiety from kids bullying you. It could have been for something as small as not answering a question correctly to something as serious as a slur towards your rich brown skin.

The anxiety followed you into adulthood but it wasn’t as frequent since you did see a therapist, weed was simply a way to soothe upcoming anxiety attacks you felt would be too overwhelming.

After that day, Jaebum worked towards deconstructing the negative beliefs he had around smoking. He loved you and wanted to support you in whatever you did because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he let such a spectacular woman like you go.

Jackson:

(you better go watch 100 Ways, or else...(≖_≖ ))

This baby was just confused as to why you smoked. Well, he was also concerned of health risks as well since he is a stickler for health.

(But if anything he was more worried about the fact that you could and would eat everything in the fucking fridge as if you were that pink bastard Kirby’s cousin.)

After reassuring him when you came down from your first accidental high in front of him that you weren’t simply smoking because of peer pressure or for a fad he was fine with it.

In his honest opinion, he liked it just a smidge more when you were high because you wouldn’t hesitate to smother him in love and constant praises and physical affection.

 It wasn’t that you didn’t do it when you were sober but you were more worried about finishing a fifteen-page essay than cuddling your boyfriend.

The only thing he didn’t like about you smoking was that you couldn’t keep up with him whenever he wanted to go on a morning run. Not like you did most of the time anyway because you would be asleep, warm and toasty under the blanket than outside jogging.

Jinyoung:

(No one: 

Absolutely fuckin’ no one: 

Park Jinyoung:*Serving me Grease T-birds*)

This dude was calm and collect when he caught you smoking with your bestie. Mainly because before you two got into a relationship he saw you at a frat party where Jackson so kindly labeled you as one of ‘The Stoners’.

Like Jaebum, he grew up with conservative Korean values which were deconstructed once he moved to (whatever fucking country/state that lets you smoke). 

Everyone expected him to have an adorable and compliant girlfriend but you were nothing of the sort - and he fucking loved it.

You stood proud in all of your black excellence and rocked that shit like it was nobody’s business. Instead of compliant you were realistic, being Jinyoung’s anchor and pulling his ass down to earth when he needed it because he did need it, he needed you.

Smoking was just a side-detail that didn’t define your character so he found no wrong in it. (but God forbid he finds the ashes of your blunt because your ass is grass)

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Vouyerist/photographer Johnny - 300 words

rich boy John/Jae love triangle (*oc*) - 500 words

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Hyungwon/Changkyun x idol!reader - 1.8k words

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imagine got7 as frat boys

↳ mark: that frat guy that is a total fuck boy but also has a lot of feelings and is secretly hoping mrs right will come along and in the meantime he likes to party and have a good time with his friends because he has no idea what he will do with his life after college and the high expectations are too much for him.

↳ jaebum: that frat guy that rules the house with an iron fist or at least he thinks he does everyone on campus is terrified of him but his roomies arent the least bit scared and are always pranking him especially when he tries to make any progress with girls they always fuck it up cause they live to tease him.

↳ jackson: that frat guy you think is super obnoxious when you meet him because he tears through everything like a tasmanian devil but is actually the nicest guy and has the best manners and will deadass patrol every party for creepers and fuck up anyone who disrespects a girl in his house.

↳ jinyoung: that frat guy who is so out of your league and will regularly tell you that and focuses hard on his studies and reads secretly in any quiet space he can find but is also a perfect gentleman and is too scared to date because he thinks hes lacking too much to make the girl he likes happy.

↳ youngjae: that frat guy who is absolutely beloved by everyone on campus even by all the teachers because he is the kindest ray of light but it is known he is not to be fucked with and he will always stand up for anyone who needs it also he the type that is in a committed relationship for his entire college career.

↳ bambam: that frat guy who comes from money and thinks money buys happiness and will never hesitate to buy things for his roomies because he sees them as his brothers he also loves to wine and dine and spoil girls but is too scared of commitment even though he desperately wants to find love.

↳ yugyeom: that frat guy who just wants to get shitfaced and dance the night away but hes hot and tall so girls always approach him and he panics and runs for the hills meanwhile his grades suck and he needs like ten different tutors but since hes the baby the others help him pass but just barely.

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Unsolicited (3/3) (M)

Jackson Wang is a perfect gentleman and he thinks it’s extremely vital that you understand… that is not his penis.

Warnings: Fluff. Crack? Adult topics, mentions of sexual harassment (but not too serious) and plenty of swearing. College!au. Find the links to earlier parts in the reblog/in my main masterlist! (Also this is unedited but I just have to sleep now and tomorrow is a long day) 

Word Count: 5.1k+

“Hey, hey, look! This crab looks a little bit like you!” Jackson Wang announced cheerfully, lifting the poor creature into the air. The tiny crab waved its pincers around in a panic and finally sank a pair into Jackson’s thumb. He let out a hiss and dropped the crab. “Ow! It even bit me! That crab is definitely you.”

You sighed as you walked over to him.

Why am I so attracted to this idiot?

“Maybe you should focus on picking up plastic and not tormenting the marine life?” you suggested while Jackson pouted and nursed his thumb. “Let me see that. You’re bleeding. Why would you even pick up a live crab if you didn’t know how to handle it?”

Jackson smiled down at you cheekily as you pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it against his bleeding thumb.

“Cause it looked kind of like you.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure it did.”

“No, you should have seen it! It had this huge frown. See! Exactly like the one on your face right now!” Jackson insisted. You couldn’t help it. The corner of your lip twitched in amusement. You lowered your head and busied yourself with tying the handkerchief around Jackson’s thumb but he had already seen your smile. He fist-pumped his free arm in the air. “Yes! That’s smile number seven! I’m on a roll this morning!”

You looked up at him with a sigh. “Why are you doing this?”

Jackson shrugged. His own smile was bright. “I told you already, I like you. It makes me feel special knowing that you’re laughing because I made you laugh,” he replied simply. You took a deep breath and tried to stop your heartbeat from racing out of control. Jackson kept dropping these extremely sweet lines to you as if they were nothing. He didn’t seem to understand the impact his words had on you.

It was driving you crazy.

“You know what would make me smile a lot?” you asked nonchalantly, once you’d tied up his thumb. “If you picked up a little more plastic and did a little less harm to yourself.”

Jackson nudged you lightly. “Come on. It’s a beautiful day. There’s a lovely breeze, plenty of volunteers turned up to help with the clean-up drive. Even the volleyball team showed up in support. How’s that for a happy ending?”

You narrowed your eyes and glanced at the volleyball team; it was still beyond your understanding how Jackson Wang had turned the Environment Club’s mortal enemies into their allies in less than a day. Then again, Jackson just seemed to have this natural way of charming people. Wonho and Minhyuk were currently picking up soda cans as though they hadn’t been the ones who had dropped them there in the first place.

“How did you manage that?” you demanded.

Jackson blinked. “Oh, I exchanged numbers with Wonho and then I went over to his gym. Jooheon came too. After an intense workout and some smoothies, we were all best buds. Once I told Wonho about the fishies he convinced Minhyuk to come join the clean-up drive.”

You sighed.

“What?” Jackson wondered playfully. “What are you thinking?”

“I can’t decide if men are really that fickle-minded or if you’re just really charming,” you admitted. You looked up at him and narrowed your eyes. “Charming people are usually dangerous. I’ve got my eyes on you, Wang.”

“Great. Let me know if the shirt is blocking your view because I can get rid of that for you.”

You opened your mouth to respond but you were distracted by the appearance of two tall figures crossing the sand. You lifted a hand and waved at Bambam and Yugyeom in surprise. “Hey, guys! I didn’t know that you were going to show up!” you called out cheerfully. You had never imagined that the two idiots would haul themselves over here on a Sunday morning to help clean up but they were already wearing the volunteer tags and all.

Jackson chuckled. “You know those guys?”

“Unfortunately. I invited them here. I told them there would be free beers afterward.”

“Why would anyone hand out free beers at 9am?”

“A question those idiots neglected to ask,” you replied smugly as Bambam and Yugyeom finally reached you. You noticed that Bambam had a skip to his step and he greeted Jackson with a friendly clap on the back. Then he took a deep inhalation of the morning sea breeze and sighed happily.

“Isn’t it a beautiful day?” Bambam sang.

You raised an eyebrow. “Did he-”

“Yeah, Bambam                 finally asked out the girl who walks past the basketball court every day” Yugyeom informed you. “He almost screwed up but he managed to invite her to come to the frat party tonight. Are you coming to the party, Jackson-hyung?”

Jackson turned to you hopefully. “Will you be there?”

You cleared your throat. “Uh, frat parties aren’t really my scene, to be honest…”

“What do you mean, they’re not your scene? Of course they’re your scene,” Bambam scolded you with a pointed look. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and gave Jackson a reassuring thumbs up. “Don’t worry about anything, hyung, I’ll drag her down to the frat house if I have to. She owes me her life considering I came to this stupid clean up drive.”

You shoved Bambam off with a frown. “You haven’t even picked up any trash yet.”  

“I will, give a man a few minutes to settle in for fuck’s sake.”

You sighed and raised an eyebrow at Jackson. “I’m sorry, how did these two guys manage to make it onto your basketball team? Don’t you have some minimum IQ requirement or something?”

Jackson chuckled. “Nope, we just needed tall guys. Besides, I wasn’t the one in charge of decision-making at try-outs. This guy named Jaebum and I are co-captains right now since the old captain dropped out of the team due to an injury. There’s going to be a vote later this week on who’s going to take on the position permanently.”

You blinked. “Oh. Good luck, then.”

Bambam clapped Jackson on the shoulder. “No worries, hyung, we’ve got your back.”

Jackson shrugged. “That’s okay, Bambam. Jaebum is an amazing player and leader too, so you can vote for either of us. It’s not a competition. We just want to see who the team members are more comfortable with so we don’t take an arbitrary decision, that’s all.”

Yugyeom sighed dreamily. “Hyung, you’re so cool.”

You bit your lip as you watched Jackson’s genuine smile. Was it possible that Jackson was really as golden-hearted as Bambam and Yugyeom seemed to think he was? He was so respectful and loving of people in general, and he had an excellent sense of sportsmanship. Jackson Wang was the most charming and easy-going person you’d ever met.

Could he really have harassed Nari and sent her those dick pics?

You were starting to seriously believe that he hadn’t, and that scared you. Was Jackson Wang really the good guy? Or were you so blinded by his charms and attractiveness that you were possibly siding with a sexual predator? You had no reason to believe that Nari had faked those screenshots but your gut was telling that she had. Still. What if your gut was wrong? What if you should be taking Nari’s side and comforting her as a victim?

“Okay, folks. Lots of trash to collect here, let’s stop chatting and get moving!” you announced.

Jackson smiled and gave you a small wink.

“The fishies need us, after all.”

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You had seven missed calls from Nari.

She was furious that you hadn’t been answering her calls but to be honest, you didn’t really know what to say to her. Are you sure that you didn’t fabricate those text messages? didn’t seem like something you should be saying to a possible victim of sexual harassment. You didn’t have any proof that she had faked them.

You just really badly wanted to believe that she did.  

Nari: I want another appointment to meet you on Monday, as early as possible. You can’t keep ignoring me.

You sighed and texted her back, telling her to meet you during lunch on Monday. You were waiting for her response when Bambam burst out of your bedroom fully dressed and demanded your attention.

“How do these black pants look? Good? Bad? Should I change?”

You raised an eyebrow. “They look fine.”

He glared at you and placed his hands on his hips dramatically. “You’re worse than Yugyeom. What is even the point of having a female friend if she can’t even give decent fashion advice? Sometimes I wonder why I keep you around at all,” he huffed as he went back into your bedroom.  

You frowned and yelled after him. “You keep me around? This is my apartment, Bambam! You’re the one who barged in here three hours before the frat party with your entire wardrobe saying you wanted to get dressed here!”

Bambam slammed the door shut in response and you rolled your eyes. You knew he was being extra annoying because he wanted to impress this girl. Bambam seemed like a playboy on the surface and he put up a decent front, but when he really liked someone then he got all shy and anxious. You sighed and glanced at the clock. You had somehow gotten roped into attending the frat party as well. The thought of Jackson being there was making you nervous and you wanted to back out.

Bambam burst out of your bedroom in a pair of blue jeans and a rather nice black button-down shirt. You blinked at him in surprise.

“Hey, you look good in that.”

He rolled his eyes. “I look good in everything, bitch. Come on. We’re going to be late to the party.”

You sighed and dragged yourself off the couch.

This is going to be an interesting night.

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There was a reason you hated frat parties and it was a very good one.

You somehow always found yourself standing alone and not knowing what to do with yourself. Bambam would go and flirt around with every woman in sight and within a few hours he’d have disappeared to a bedroom upstairs. Once Yugyeom got a little tipsy he started dancing and nobody could stop him. And you were left here with nobody to talk to and nothing to do except keep drinking.

Until Jackson Wang found you.

“Hey!” Jackson greeted you delightedly. You couldn’t help it; a smile crept up on your own face the moment you saw him. He was a welcome sight in this sea of drunken people. “I didn’t think you’d actually come! Bambam told me you were probably lurking in some corner somewhere.”

You flushed. “I’m not much of a dancer…”

“Do you drink?” Jackson held up two plastic cups in front of your face. “This one is coke mixed with vodka and this one is just coke, take your pick.”

You shamelessly reached for the vodka and Jackson chuckled. His gorgeous smile was making you giddy and you were even more flustered when he gently took your arm and steered you away from the crowd of people. There was an empty couch that Jackson gestured for you to sit on. He sat next to you; close enough that your shoulders were touching but not overbearingly close.

“So, why is a girl like you friends with Yugyeom and Bambam?” Jackson wondered lightly. “I never imagined those two would be your friends but they tell me you guys are really close.”

You sighed and took a sip of the vodka. “I think I just naturally attract stupid.”

Jackson chuckled and looked at you for a long moment. His brown eyes were staring straight into yours. There were so many emotions in his eyes. Curiosity, affection, a little bit of playfulness and something else that made you feel warm and fuzzy. A drunken guy sank onto your other side of the sofa and nearly flopped onto you. You winced and Jackson noticed instantly.

“Come here, switch sides with me.”

“No, it’s fine-”

“You don’t want him falling asleep on you, come on, you sit on the armrest side,” Jackson insisted, standing up and forcing you to scooch down. You bit your lip and took his place while he shoved the drunken guy away and blocked him off with his arm. Your stomach exploded in butterflies.

Maybe it was the vodka, maybe it was just Jackson but you really wanted to just lean forward and kiss his pretty lips right then and there.

“So, what made you come to this frat party?” Jackson teased you lightly. “Was it perhaps in the hopes of seeing my beautiful self?”

“Yes,” you blurted out.

Jackson’s eyes widened a little bit but he let out a small, pleased laugh. “Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. How much have you had to drink so far? Because now I’m starting to think that I shouldn’t have given you the one with vodka.”

You pouted. “This is just my second shot, I’m fine.”

“You really came here to see me?” he wondered. He gave you a hesitant smile and for the first time, Jackson looked a little bit unsure. “Don’t lie to me about stuff like that, you already know I like you. You’re gonna get my hopes up.”

You looked down at the drink in your hands and blushed. “I want to like you,” you mumbled.

Jackson sighed. “But you’re not sure if you can trust me, right? Because you still think that I might have sent some girl pictures of my dick,” he pointed out. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair with a frown.

You bit your lip. “I’m sorry Jackson, it’s just…”

“I know, I know. I just can’t think of a way out of this.”

“I might have to file an official complaint against you if I can’t get that girl to back off. And… well, it’s not really my job to get her to back off. It’s my job to support her and I want to do that but at the same time I might be getting you into serious trouble with the university authorities and I don’t want to be responsible for ruining your life. You seem like such an amazing guy but the truth is that a lot of sexual predators seem like nice guys at the start and…and…”

Jackson bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

You felt a tear begin to form in your eye. Fuck, too much vodka.

“I want to trust you,” you sniffled. “But I’m worried that you might just be really charming and hiding something uglier deep inside. Am I a bad person?”

Jackson reached out and squeezed your hand softly.

“Never. This is not your fault.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But if you’re really worried that I might have… might have done something like harass some girl and send her vulgar pictures then I can’t even imagine how uncomfortable you must feel around me.” Jackson forced a smile and then slowly began to get up. “You know what? I’m going to leave you alone now because I don’t want to be that guy.”

Ah, shit.

Your throat closed up. “No, please don’t avoid me, that’s not what I meant.”

Jackson sighed. “I know. I don’t want to, you have no idea how attracted I am to you. It’s insane. But considering the circumstances I feel like it would be easier for you if I stopped trying to flirt with you, right?”

You felt miserable. Jackson was the first guy you’d felt comfortable with in a long time. He was the first guy to make you laugh so easily, the first guy that genuinely made you want to trust him. Why did things have to be like this? You just knew in your gut that Nari was lying and you didn’t want to lose Jackson because of this. How could you just sit here and let this happen?

“Jackson…”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and if I see Bambam or Yugyeom, I’ll tell them to come find you, okay? Don’t drink too much,” Jackson told you softly. He squeezed your hand again and then gave you a soft smile before disappearing into the crowd of people. You sat there silently and felt miserable.

Why couldn’t things just be easier?

You finished the entire glass of vodka and slowly got to your feet. You were tispy now; by this time you would normally be in a pleasantly giggly mood but you didn’t feel like smiling at all. You wanted to go home. You wanted to go home and bury yourself under the blankets and cry. You started to weave your way through the crowd of dancing people when you suddenly bumped into a girl, hard. You blinked a few times and her image became clearer to you.

“Nari?” you wondered.

She raised an eyebrow. “So it’s you. You’ve been ignoring my calls all weekend so you could party?”

You flushed in anger. “I’m not required to talk to you on the weekend, you’re supposed to make an appointment and come see me. Why are you here anyway?” you demanded. Considering that this was a closed party and you’d only been invited because Yugyeom and Bambam were part of the fraternity, you wondered who had invited her here.

“I’m here with my boyfriend,” she told you smugly. “Im Jaebum.”

You blinked. Im Jaebum. You’d heard that name before. Where had you heard that name before? You felt you’d heard it very recently and also that it had come from Jackson’s pretty lips, but…

“Im Jaebum co-captain of the basketball team?” you blurted out.

Nari nodded. “Yup. That’s right. Now if you’ll excuse me, he’s waiting for me.”

She disappeared off into the crowd and you felt your head spin. This didn’t make much sense. Jackson had spoken about Jaebum as if he was a friend. But somehow his girlfriend was filing a sexual harassment complaint against him? Shouldn’t this have affected Jackson and Jaebum’s friendship at some point? You suddenly remembered Nari repeatedly talking about wanting Jackson kicked off the basketball team.

Something wasn’t right and alarm bells were ringing in your head.  

You headed back inside the party and found Yugyeom dancing on the dance floor, already buzzed and dopey-eyed. You grabbed his sleeve and yanked him down to your height. “Hey! Kim Yugyeom! Listen to me for a second, this is important. I need you to tell me something. You know Im Jaebum, your basketball captain?”

Yugyeom was still wiggling his legs in time to the music but he stopped his upper body long enough to listen to you and bop his head furiously. “Yup!” he told you with a drunken grin.

“Does he have a girlfriend?” you demanded.

Yugyeom looked down at you and his eyes widened dramatically. “What? You’re interested in Jaebum-hyung now? But what about Jackson-hyung, he likes you so much, you can’t just go and date his friend without telling him! That’s so cruel!” he scolded you. You sighed and pressed your fingers to your temples. The effect of the alcohol you drank was already wearing off from his idiocy.

“No, I’m not trying to date him I just want to-”

“Besides, Jaebum-hyung has baggage. There’s this freaky ex-girlfriend of his that cheated on him a few weeks ago and now she’s just constantly hanging around out basketball practice trying to get him to take her back it’s so pathetic,” Yugyeom continued. “She tried to fight this other female friend of his. You don’t want to mess with a crazy bitch like that. Believe me. She’s psycho.”

“Is her name Nari, by any chance?”

Yugyeom bopped his head. “Yeah, Nari, Nora, something like that. No wait. Nora is his cat. Or is Nari his cat? Anyway, one of them is his cat but the other is his ex-girlfriend-”

You let go of Yugyeom. “Thanks, Yugyeom, you’ve been a great help.”

You wandered back into the party, looking desperately for Jackson while you stumbled over your feet. You weren't completely positive but now you felt like Nari had some semblance of a motive to frame Jackson for the text messages. You had to know what Jackson thought about this. Maybe he would find some way to prove himself innocent, maybe Jaebum could help. Maybe all Nari wanted was to get Jackson kicked off the basketball team so that Jaebum could be the captain.

Fuck that stupid bitch, fuck her so much…

You couldn’t find Jackson anywhere. You spotted Bambam, red-faced and flirting with a very pretty girl that was probably his crush but he told you he had no idea where Jackson was. Neither did anybody else. You were about to give up when suddenly, you spotted him coming down the stairs out of the corner of your eye.

“Jackson!”

Jackson spotted you and waved enthusiastically. He looked excited as he shoved his way past people in order to make his way towards you and his cheeks were flushed.

“Listen, Jackson, I need to talk to you!” you began. “I think I might have an idea-”

Jackson cut you off and threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You were shocked by the sudden affection but you pulled away and he was grinning from ear to ear. He leaned closer to you and grabbed your shoulders urgently.

“I found it!” he bellowed at you. “I found the right dick!”

“You found the… what?”

Jackson placed his hands on your cheeks and squished them delightedly. “You are so adorable! I found the dick from the pictures! It was right in plain sight all along, I don’t know why I didn’t recognize it before! Come on upstairs, I’ll show you!”

You didn’t have time to respond before Jackson had taken your arm and was leading you up the stairs through the crowds of people. You followed him silently, bewildered, until he banged open a bedroom door. The room was empty except for a slightly green-faced man sitting on the edge of the bed. He blinked up at Jackson as soon as you both entered.

“Hyung, I think I’m gonna puke,” the man muttered drunkenly.

Jackson ignored him and waved a hand in the air dramatically. “Behold, the owner of the penis that started all this trouble in the first place. I walked in on him peeing in the bathroom just now and I swear to god it is absolutely one hundred per cent his dick.”

You stared at the man.

“Youngjae?”

Youngjae blinked at you. His eyes were unfocused and he looked nauseous. “I think I’m going to puke…” he repeated weakly.

“Jackson, he looks sick!” you cried. You found a bin in the corner of the room and hurriedly placed it in front of Youngjae so that he could lean forward and puke into it. Jackson sighed and patted Youngjae’s back comfortingly.

“Yeah, he’s fine. He just had too much to drink. He’ll sober up soon. But listen! The penis in the picture is his penis, okay!” Jackson cried excitedly. “I can prove it to you, I swear!”

You winced. “You are not going to take Youngjae’s pants off while he’s drunk-”

“I know, I know, give me your phone and show me the dick pic, I promise it’ll only take a second!” Jackson insisted. You reluctantly opened up your email and found the dick pic before handing the phone to Jackson. He waited for Youngjae to finish puking before shoving the phone in his face. “Youngjae! Youngjae, look, do you recognize this picture?”

Youngjae stared at the picture for a long moment and then blinked slowly. 

“That’s… that’s my penis.Why do you have my penis?”

Jackson beamed. “See!”

You frowned and folded your arms across your chest. It was definitely a relief that Jackson’s penis wasn’t the one in the picture but there were other consequences to this sudden discovery. “Youngjae, did you send a picture of your dick to a girl without asking her?” you demanded. “Were you the one who told Nari you would rape her and stuff?”

Youngjae blinked. “What?”

You sighed and kneeled down beside him. “When… did you send… this picture?” you repeated slowly.

Youngjae groaned into the bucket and then looked up at you miserably. “T-tinder,” he mumbled. “Three months ago. Some girl asked me to send her nudes and then she ghosted me. Never used the app again.”

You sat back in relief. “So Nari did fake the texts!”

Jackson grinned at you and he pulled you up to his feet before taking both of your hands in his. “Are you convinced?” he asked you hopefully. His dark eyes were shining. “Are you convinced that I wasn’t the one that sent those dick pictures to that girl?”

You nodded.

“So you’ll go out with me?”

“I’ll do better,” you decided, and pulled Jackson down to kiss him. His soft lips met yours eagerly and you let yourself melt into his warm embrace. Jackson didn’t hold back. He had wanted to kiss you ever since the first moment you smiled at him and he was not going to waste this opportunity. His lips caressed yours and his fingers slid into your hair. You were gasping for breath by the time he pulled back.

“Wow,” he whispered.

You giggled. “That was nice.”

“Fuck, you’re so cute,” Jackson mumbled before kissing you again. He took your face in his hands and kissed you again, and again, before pulling back with a small smile. “You taste like vodka so I’m going to stop here.”

You grabbed onto his shirt eagerly and puckered your lips up at him. “No, one more kiss-”

“Nope, you’re drunk. Come on. Let’s get you downstairs and back to the party.”

You bit your lips and flushed happily as Jackson wrapped his arm around your shoulder and began to lead you out of the room. It felt amazing being in his arms and exciting to finally have proof that Jackson was the wonderful person he seemed to be. You were just about to shut the door behind you when you heard Youngjae croak feebly.

“Guys? Can someone please get me some water?”

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You were completely drunk when Jackson finally carried you back to your apartment.

After getting a few drinks with Jackson, you finally managed to confront Nari about faking the texts in order to get him kicked off the basketball team. It turned out that she had been trying to help Jaebum become the captain in the hopes that her bold sacrifice would make him take her back. Unluckily for her, Jaebum was completely unimpressed upon learning that she had used dick pics obtained from one of his friends in order to falsely implicate another.

It was only when drunken you began screaming at Nari (something along the lines of if you want a dick so bad then come suck mine, bitch) that Jackson decided you’d had enough for the night and ushered you out of the party. He was extremely amused by how you curled up beside him in the taxi and how you kept stroking his biceps lovingly.

“So this means,” you pointed out with a giggle, as Jackson walked you towards your door. “That I haven’t actually seen your dick yet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That would be correct.”

“That’s kind of disappointing. All this time I thought I was looking at your penis. I actually have no idea what your penis looks like. At all. Isn’t that wild?”  

Jackson chuckled as he helped you fish your keys out from your jacket pocket. He let you lean on him clumsily as he opened the door for you, and then put the keys back in your pocket. “It’s not so wild,” Jackson replied. “If you must know, my penis is not open for public viewing, I only show it to very special people.”

You blinked at him. “I’m not special?”

“You’re special, but you’re also drunk so I’m not sure you really want to see it. How about you go to bed for tonight and we’ll talk about my dick a little bit more next time?” he offered lightly. You pouted but Jackson simply pulled you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you in a warm, affectionate hug. “I’m just happy you trust me for now.”

You looked up at him. “I like you.”

“I like you too, babe.”

“You make me smile.”

“And you make me smile too,” he told you with a chuckle. “Now come on. Go inside, go change and go to bed. I want you to text me when you’re all tucked in, okay?”

You nodded obediently.

He leaned forward and kissed you gently on the forehead. “Good girl.”

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(03/04/19, 01:35)

You: Jackson….

Jackson: Hey babe

You: I got into bed and snuggled in under the covers like I promised

Jackson: Good, I knew you could do it. Are you comfy?

You: Yup. I slept naked under the covers. Want to see?

Jackson: Maybe not right now…

You: (attachment) IMG_20190304_5467.jpg

Jackson: Okay wow you just did that. Okay. I don’t really know what to do with this, I’m just hoping that sending drunk partial nudes isn’t something you do regularly?

You: No, you’re the first.

Jackson: Okay wow

You: Am I ugly? Do you think I’m ugly?

Jackson: You are definitely not ugly. You are gorgeous. It’s just that it’s gonna be really hard for me if you keep doing this

You: I feel so embarrassed I can’t believe I did that you must think I’m so ugly

Jackson: You’re NOT ugly

You: Really?

Jackson: Yes I am insanely turned on right now even though I’m trying really hard not to be because I know you’re drunk.

You: I’m not drunk.

Really. I’m not. I sobered up, I promise.

Jackson?

….. Can you show me how turned on you are for me?

Jackson: You don’t mean that.

You: I do. Please please please please

Jackson: Oh fuck. Okay you have to promise not to hate me tomorrow.

You: I won’t.

Jackson: I feel like I’m going to regret this but fuck, you’re driving me crazy so here goes

Jackson: (attachment) IMG_20190304_3218.jpg

You snuggled into your pillow and giggled as you watched the last image that slowly loaded onto your phone screen. Perhaps it was true that dicks were a little ugly, perhaps they would never be quite so delicious or mouth-watering as washboard abs or bulging biceps.

But when the dick was attached to someone as kind and sweet and gorgeous as Jackson Wang…

… well, it really wasn’t so bad after all.

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[kpopfanfictrash]

Poets and Parties (M)

Author: @kpopfanfictrash 

Rating: 18 + (explicit sex)

Word Count: 5,037

Prompt: “I’m trick-or-treating with my kid and you answered the door and oh - fuck me, you’re seriously the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Summary: As part of the campus little buddies program, you’re bringing Abby trick-or-treating. When she runs up to the GOT (Gamma Omega Tau) fraternity house though, and Jaebum opens the door - everything that once was sensible flies out of your brain. [ this is a repost ]

“Trick or treat,” Abby yells, holding up her hands.

The man and woman at the door – a young couple, late twenties – break out into smiles. “Hello, there!” the woman says brightly, bending down to reach eye level. “What a beautiful – ballerina, yes?”

Abby nods, clearly pleased that they understand. “That’s me!” she giggles, then spins.

You stand behind, watching the exchange. When the man looks up and sees you, he smiles. “Is this your daughter?” he asks happily.

Eyes widening, you nearly choke on the words. “I, uh – nope. She’s,” you swallow, struggling to control your annoyance. Of course, people assume she’s yours – parents bring their kids around,trick-or-treating. “Abby is my buddy, part of the Little Buddy University program,” you explain.

“Ah,” the guy nods, understanding dawning. “I see. Well, what kind of candy do you want, Abby?” he asks, reaching for the bowl in their entranceway.

Abby becomes serious, picking thoughtfully through the layers of multi-colored candy bars. “Hm,” she whispers, standing on tip-toe.

“The buddy program,” the guy asks, bringing your attention to him. “That’s Lewis Elementary school, right?”

You nod, lips tightening. “Yep.”

Lewis Elementary school isn’t in the best part of town. Many of the families are single-parent households, working multiple jobs just to make ends meet. This becomes complicated on nights like tonight – Halloween night, a holiday meant for fun and laughter, not the stress of trying to get off work.

That’s why you’re here. You and the other buddies bring the kids trick-or-treating, going door-to-door in the costumes you bought for them. It’s something you love, being around the kids and tonight is no exception. You smile at Abby, at the pure, unadulterated joy in her expression.

“Thanks!” she yells, grabbing a Snickers bar and turning down the sidewalk.

“Thanks,” you laugh. When the couple nods and wave – you follow. Trailing Abby’s skipping down the driveway, moving on to the next house on the block.

“Abby,” you laugh, adjusting the tiara she forced you to wear. “Wait up!” A tiara, paired with your black tunic and jeans. The most chill princess in existence, but Abby insists that you’re a princess nonetheless.

Veering around the corner, she does a pirouette before sprinting down the street. Your eyes widen when you recognize the street sign: Knight Avenue. Home to much of the University’s campus Greek life. Fraternities, sororities, all of them lined up in a row. An impressive strip, one you rarely frequent. Greek life is something you couldn’t care less about. Most of the guys and girls there are toxic, people you’re better off without.

It’s only four ‘o’clock in the afternoon, the sun just sinking towards the curve of the horizon but already you know the houses will be preparing. Readying themselves for tonight’s booze, drinking games, ping-pong balls and folding tables. They’ll be stringing tiny lights over half-cleaned floors – all in the hopes that their members will lure some semi-drunk person up to their room tonight.

Not that you’re bitter, of course. Rounding the corner, you spot Abby’s pink tutu already halfway up the lawn to GOT – the top fraternity on campus. GOT, or Gamma Omega Tau. You groan out loud at this, breaking into a jog and hoping you reach the house before she rings the bell. No way those boys will have candy – what’s more, they likely won’t look kindly upon some random child ringing their doorbell.

You reach her, just as Abby presses the buzzer. Almost swearing – you catch yourself just in time – you bend to grab Abby gently by the wrist. “Hey, munchkin,” you smile, at eye level. “Let’s go over to the next street, huh? I hear this house has awful candy.”

“Well, that’s just rude.”

You look up, surprised – only for your words to die on your lips.

Fuck, if you’re not staring at the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. He’s on the taller side, lean build with dark, almost black hair. Almond eyes, straight nose and two, adorable moles over his left eye. The guy is dressed in a black t-shirt paired with jeans, eerily similar your own. You straighten quickly, almost knocking the tiara from your head.

“Is that your kid,” the guy asks, nodding at Abby.

Abby stares upwards, her mouth a perfect o. “He’s pretty.”

The guy’s eyebrows lift, trying to stifle his laugh.

Blushing fiercely, you bend to grab Abby’s hand. “No,” you mutter. Somewhat worriedly, you appraise your outfit. Noting with defeat that apparently, this blouse makes you look thirty. “I’m part of the campus buddy program. Abby and I are trick-or-treating tonight.”

“O-h,” the guy nods, breaking out into a smile. The corners of his eyes crinkle, making him look much less threatening. “I was part of that program, freshman year. Then I joined GOT,” he waves his hand at the house behind him, “and things kind of spiraled.”

“Right,” you arch a brow. “I imagine party planning up takes a lot of time.”

Staring back, the guy’s lips tighten. “Actually,” he corrects, tilting his head. “I’m the president of GOT. It does take up a lot of time.”

Oh, fuck. Shifting your weight, you frantically try and backpedal. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean – ”

“I know what you meant,” the guy interrupts, eyes darkening. “I don’t blame you, really. It was my impression of the Greek system before I joined. Since then though, I’ve doubled our charity outreach, implemented three campus-wide initiatives and organized a fundraiser for a local organization which raised over five thousand dollars. The fraternity isn’t just fun and games,” he smiles, the gesture terse.

You stare at him, eyes wide. “I guess… I never really thought about it before. I’m sorry.”

The guy exhales, pushing himself from the frame. “Sorry, that was sort of preachy. I guess I should be used to it, by now.” He exhales and, upon looking down, sees Abby staring back at him. His face changes, brightening as he drops his knee. “Hi, there,” he grins. “I’m Jaebum. Are you a ballerina? I love your tutu.”

When you arch a brow, Jaebum looks up and shrugs. “My sister,” he explains, glancing over his shoulder. “HEY! JINYOUNG!”

You blink, unsure what he’s doing – until a tall, messy-haired guy appears behind him.

“Oh, Jinyoung,” you nod, recognizing his face.

Jinyoung was in your Calculus class, freshman year. The two of you often studied together, but you didn’t know he rushed GOT. Jinyoung was quiet back then, and you never really pictured him as the frat boy type – but then, Jinyoung is quite attractive. You suppose it’s not out of the norm.

When he reaches Jaebum’s side and sees you standing there, Jinyoung breaks into a smile. “Hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.”

Jaebum looks back and forth between the two of you. “You two know each other?” he asks, slight furrow to his brow.

“Yeah,” Jinyoung nods, stifling a yawn. “We were in freshman Calc together, with Professor Mooney. Y/N saved my behind multiple times. I’m hopeless at that kind of thing.”

“Behind,” Abby giggles, prompting Jaebum to wiggle his eyebrows.

He then looks at Jinyoung. “Hopeless at what? Numbers?”

Jinyoung punches him in the shoulder. “Calc isn’t numbers,” he gripes. “It’s letters, disguised as numbers. Honestly, it’s a small wonder you aced it,” he adds, looking at Jaebum.

“Why?” you ask, even as Abby tugs your hand.

“Jaebum is a poetry major,” Jinyoung explains. “Such a show-off, good at everything. Anyways, why did you call me over?”

“Right. Do we still have candy leftover from the last chapter meeting?”

Jinyoung nods. “Yep, why?”

“Abby,” Jaebum looks down, grinning at Abby. “Would like chocolate. I aim to please.”

“Oh,” Jinyoung blinks, as though just recognizing the child on their doorstep. “Right! Hang on.”

He turns, disappearing into the gigantic house as you stare. Jinyoung passes several boys on his way, all of them in various states of cleaning. Another guy – Jackson, you think his name is? – carries orange-colored pumpkin lights out to the backyard, with another guy fiddles with the speakers.

“We’re having a party,” Jaebum announces, noticing your gaze. “A party which, I suppose did take up a lot of time planning.”

Your cheeks flush. “I’m sorry, really – I didn’t think.”

His eyes are bright though, and you realize he’s joking. “I’m kidding, really,” he waves his hand, then looks at Abby. “Not to worry, fair lady. The candy is on its way!”

Abby frowns. “What kind of candy.”

Jaebum’s lips twitch. “What kind is your favorite?”

“Kit-Kat bars.”

“What a coincidence,” Jinyoung declares, striding into view. “We have a bunch of Kit-Kat’s right on top.”

When Jinyoung bends to show Abby the bowl – Jaebum looks at you. “You were in Calculus with Jinyoung?” he asks, voice quiet.

“Yep,” you nod, watching Abby and Jinyoung interact. She frowns seriously, taking her time. Picking up each bar independently to turn it over.

“Y/N is an Engineering major,” Jinyoung coughs, from his spot by the ground. “It’s why she basically saved my life in math. She’s crazy smart.”

Jaebum nods. “Ah, that’s amazing.”

“Not really,” you shake your head, cheeks warm. “Poetry, though – that’s a major you don’t hear every day.”

Jaebum shrugs, one shoulder rising and falling. “I suppose it’s not.”

He falls quiet, while Abby grabs a Kit-Kat bar. “Thank you, Gym-young,” she chirps, turning away.

You laugh, at the look on Jinyoung’s face. Slight outrage, without the proper avenue to express his concern. “Sorry,” you apologize, straightening your expression to normalcy. “Anyways, I better go catch up with her. You guys were nice, sharing your candy – but I doubt Epsilon Chi Omega is as accommodating.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Jinyoung shrugs. “They’re pretty good guys. Just – oh, shit. YUGYEOM!” he yells, seeing the freshman teetering awkwardly on top of a ladder. “THAT’S NOT HOW YOU HANG THE HOLIDAY LIGHTS! Must I do everything myself,” he mutters, before walking away.

Jaebum laughs, watching him go. “So,” he turns back to you.

“So,” you say, intending to leave – but finding your feet rooted to the floor. “Thanks for the candy.”

“No problem,” Jaebum watches you a second longer, then clears his throat. “I know this doesn’t really seem like your scene but, if you’re bored tonight, you’re more than welcome to come to our party. After dropping Abby off, of course,” he adds, nodding at the sidewalk.

Abby stands at the bottom of the porch, frowning with concentration while counting her candy. You look back at Jaebum and before you can think twice about it, nod. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

Jaebum’s eyes brighten. “Great. I – well, I should go. Need to make sure Jinyoung hasn’t killed Yugyeom,” he adds, dropping a wink while turning away. “See you tonight, Y/N,” he calls, voice fading as he walks down the hallway. “Don’t forget to wear your costume.”

Fuck.

Later that night you stand, transfixed on the sidewalk. It’s amazing, the transformation that’s occurred in just a few hours. Walking up their driveway, you almost don’t recognize the GOT house. Windows and doors thrown wide open, light and music spilling out onto the lawn. Pumpkins and lights sprinkle the porch, crowds of people milling in between.

Somewhere inside must be a dance floor since even from here, you can hear the loud thumping bass and catcalls. Games are located out on the side lawn – beer pong, flip cup and slap cup. None of which interest you, so you wrinkle your nose and move on.

“Wait, wait – Y/N,” your roommate, Chelsea tugs on your sleeve. “I want to play!”

“Chels,” you groan, turning to look. “Do you really want to suffer through the embarrassment of chugging beer, flipping a small, plastic cup and likely getting wasted in the process?”

Chelsea purses her lips, thinking about it. “Yep, I do. See ya!” she yells, bounding across the lawn.

You laugh, shaking her head when you see her join Bambam’s game. The two are close, always pretending to study in the library while getting absolutely nothing done. ‘Working on a group project,’ is their usual response, whenever someone deigns to ask.

Looking beyond, you continue up the hill. Stuffing both hands into your pockets and wishing you’d thought to bring along another person. You don’t know what you were thinking, coming with just Chels. Jaebum is the president of GOT, which means he’ll likely be busy all night. He probably only invited you from pity, or just because he’s a nice guy.

It’s just as you’re thinking this, someone taps you on the shoulder. You whirl quickly, coming face to face with Jaebum. “Oh,” you blink, the air rushing from your body. “Hi.”

Jaebum smiles at your surprise. “You came.”

Nodding, you scan his frame. He’s dressed in a tan, three-piece suit tonight. A white button-down underneath this, red tie loose around his neck and hair slicked back. He looks, in summary, nothing short of amazing.

But – you have no idea who he is. “What’s you costume?” you ask, frowning.

“Sebastian, from La La Land,” Jaebum shrugs. “I thought about lugging the piano around, but then thought that might be overkill.”

You snort, despite yourself. “Clever,” you nod. “I loved that movie.”

“Same,” he agrees, voice softening. He scans your body, coming to a stop on your face. “And you are… Daria,” he announces, nodding to himself.

Your eyebrows lift, surprised. “Bingo. How did you guess?”

“Please,” Jaebum grins, then waves a hand. “Give me a challenge, why don’t you?”

At this, you do laugh. “Of course, the sarcastic expression was a dead giveaway. It’s a great party you have going on,” you offer, glancing around.

“Mhm,” Jaebum raises his cup, sipping from its red, plastic rim. “I guess so.”

Arching an eyebrow brow, you smile. “You guess?”

“It’s better now,” he says simply, watching you blush.

“That’s – I,” you falter.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” Jaebum asks, lips lifting in a smile.

Nodding jerkily, you don’t trust yourself with words. “Don’t you have to stay here, though?” you ask, glancing back at the crowd. “As the president of GOT?”

Jaebum shrugs, following your gaze. “I’m sure they’d prefer it if I disappeared, actually. The less I see, the less I must yell at them for tomorrow. Already, Mark is on my list.”

“Mark Tuan?” you ask, recognizing his name.

Jaebum nods. “He invited both Youngjae’s ex-girlfriends, then forgot to tell him. The poor guy was in for a shock, when he came downstairs.”

You laugh, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears. “Rough night for Youngjae.”

“Yep,” Jaebum admits. He drains his cup, then exhales. “For sure. Even worse without alcohol, though – want any?”

“What kind?” you venture, hesitant. “Anything pink-colored, containing grenadine or that has the word ‘panty” in the title, count me out.”

Jaebum grins, turning to walk up the hill. When you follow, he glances sideways. “Odd,” he frowns. “Does that mean you don’t want a hearty cup of our Pink Panty-Dropper Punch? It’s delicious,” he wiggles his empty cup at you.

You groan, shaking your head. “Please, no. And you best keep your panties on, mister.”

Jaebum laughs, pushing open the side door and leading you into the kitchen. “Noted. How about a beer, instead?” he calls, opening the fridge. “I know, not exciting – but at least there’s a cap on it.”

You nod, accepting the bottle he hands you. “312?” you read, turning the bottle in your hands.

He nods. “My personal stash. Sh, don’t tell the others.”

Miming zipping your lips, you nod.

Jaebum moves past, walking out the same door you came. “You coming?” he pauses, looking glancing back.

You nod, barely considering anything else while you step outside. Out on the lawn, the party is in full swing. Laughing, dancing college students everywhere. To your right, two guys stand arguing about dibs and the rules; nearby, some girl yells that if Monster Mash doesn’t play, Halloween is officially canceled. You start to giggle, listening. Quieting quickly, when Jaebum turns and grabs your hand in his.

He looks down, then back up. “Is this okay?” he says, uncertainty in his eyes.

You nod, then whisper, “Yes.”

When you follow, you’re unsure why you whispered. Only that the butterflies in your stomach seemed to demand as much, choking your volume with fear and excitement.

“Good,” Jaebum smiles, before tugging you along. He continues to walk – past the beer pong, past Chelsea and Bambam. Past the members of GOT until reaching a break in the bushes. Lifting both brows, Jaebum ducks through, smiling back before sipping his beer.

“Ouch,” you grumble, as a branch nearly smacks you in the face – Jaebum almost drops his bottle, catching this to push it aside.

“Sorry,” he winces, starting to laugh. “That was my bad.”

You just shake your head, pushing forward to clutch his hand tighter. “Don’t worry,” you grin, brushing his hips with yours.  “I’m used to rougher stuff than that.”

Jaebum’s eyes darken, following your body. He walks beside you, letting go of you long enough to touch your waist. Sliding his hand around you, the tips of his fingers brushing your abdomen. You let him do this, inhaling shakily when his hand comes to rest on your hip – nothing more than that, but it’s enough to make your heart flutter. Your breath catches, quickening in anticipation.

As you walk, the houses change to gardens. This turns into a golf course, which becomes the campus grounds. The University is a beautiful place at night. The trees arch overhead, heavens breaching the branches to dot your face with moonlight. Jaebum turns to look at you, scanning your profile.

“What?” you ask, slightly breathless. Turning free of his arm to walk to the nearest bench, gently lowering yourself to sit.

Jaebum remains standing, looking at you. “Just… wondering why you came tonight.”

“You invited me,” you remind, drawing your legs up cross-legged, taking a sip of your beer. “Or did you forget?’

“Oh, I remember,” Jaebum smiles, then tilts his head. “But you could have come for any number of reasons.  Maybe you needed a place to wear your Halloween costume,” he muses, holding up a finger. “Or maybe you’re the world champion of flip cup, and wanted someone to play.”

“Oh, yes,” you laugh, taking another sip. “That’s it. I can’t believe you dragged me away from all the games I was playing.”

“Or maybe,” Jaebum continues. “You have a secret crush on a member of GOT, and desperately wanted to see him.”

Instead of answering, you take a sip. “Interesting.”

Jaebum’s eyes darken, sparking. “Oh? So, number three?”

Shrugging, you look down at the bench beside you. “It’s plausible, that’s all I’m saying.”

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Jaebum takes a step closer. “Alright, so let’s say you were crushing on a member of GOT.”

“A wild assumption, but go on.”

“Right,” Jaebum clears his throat. “I could help, you know.”

Stomach sinking, you look back up. He could help – meaning he doesn’t like you? You’ll admit, you thought maybe he did. When he held your hand, asked you on this walk. You thought Jaebum was making his move on you. Maybe not, though.

Taking a sip from your bottle, you let your lips linger on the edge. Watching Jaebum’s eyes follow. “Wait a minute,” you sigh, shaking your head. “I never admitted to having a crush on anyone here. This is all conjecture. Maybe,” you muse, eyes gleaming, “I came because I wanted to hear you recite poetry. You ever think about that?”

Jaebum nearly chokes, swallowing the wrong windpipe. “I – what?”

“You’re a poetry major,” you remind, swinging your legs out from under you. “Maybe I wanted to listen to some Halloween poetry.”

“I,” Jaebum stops, repressing his laughter. “You thought a frat party would be the place for this? Open mic at midnight, where I spit out my rhymes?”

You nod, expression innocent. “Is that not what frat parties are usually like?”

Jaebum stifles a grin, dragging his hand through his hair. “No, no – you’re right. This is exactly what happens, I just got confused. Right then,” he claps his hands together, serious. “What kind of poetry do you want to hear? Scandalous? Sensitive? Some combination of the two?”

“Acrostic,” you deadpan. “Halloween themed.”

Jaebum groans, dragging both hands down his face. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious. Ha – get it?” you grin, chuckling. “Halloween, dead. Wow, I crack myself up.”

Jaebum peeks out at you. “It’s good you crack someone up. Hold onto that feeling.”

You frown, tapping your foot against the bench. “I’m waiting,” you sing-song. “An acrostic, using the words Halloween Time.”

This beer must be going to your head, since you feel slightly fuzzy. Overly warm, watching Jaebum struggle. Either you’re getting drunk, or it’s a combination of several things – the guy before you, the chilly night air, the warming drink and spiraled excitement.

Jaebum squishes his eyes together, then sighs. “First syllable?”

“Ha.”

He opens one eye. “Haunted by ghosts of past beer, am I.”

You grin at this, holding up a finger. “Lo.”

“Lo and behold,” Jaebum throws out both arms, “my cup has run dry.”

Stifling a laugh, you lean back on your hands. “Ween!”

Jaebum shakes his head. “WEENED,” he declares, spinning to set his beer down on the ground, “from the bosom, of our dear mother night.”

Your lips are pressed firm together, trying to hold in your giggles. Setting your own beer down, you arch a brow. “Time?”

“Time,” Jaebum drops his head to his hands, “for your fears to up and take flight.”

“Bravo!” you cheer, bursting into laughter as you launch yourself to your feet. “That was beautiful, it was amazing, I – oh.”

Jaebum has caught your arms in his. He stands suddenly centimeters away, his gaze dark, moonlight bright and your breath caught tight in your throat. A strand of hair falls into his gaze, searching your expression. “Did you really come for the poetry?” Jaebum asks you, his voice soft.

“That’s not all I came for.”

“Oh?” he smiles.

“No, I – ”

Jaebum kisses you. Wrapping both arms around you, pulling you into him. His hands slide up your body, cupping your face with his fingers. Jaebum inhales, drinking you in briefly before pulling back to rest his forehead with yours. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, voice ragged. His eyes shine, dark in the night. “I … you barely know me.”

You interrupt this by kissing him again, lifting to tip-toes and wrapping both arms around his neck. Jaebum stumbles backwards, catching you around your waist. His lips tangle with yours, tongue pushing into your mouth. His lips hot, welcome, tasting of mint and beer. You draw him into you, pressing your body everywhere you can reach. Jaebum is warm, solid. When he kisses, it’s both fierce and gentle, melting you straight to your core. You feel liquid, molten in his grasp and when he pulls away – you understand why he’s gasping.

“Do you…?” Jaebum hesitates, then looks over his shoulder.

You nod. Not saying more, just lacing your fingertips with his. Jaebum smiles, turning around. The entire way to his house, you’re giddy. Half-giggling, smiling when Jaebum pushes you up against a tree, his lips finding yours in the dark. His kiss hardens, hands trailing up your sides. Tangling in your hair, probably making you look ridiculous – but you find you don’t care. You’re just as excited as he is, ruining his perfect gel with greedy fingers.

When you reach his lawn, you break apart. Jaebum moves behind, keeping his hands on your hips while walking you back to the house. “Hey,” he nods at Jinyoung, voice deeper than usual.

Jinyoung’s lips quirk, though he says nothing – merely returning to the person he’s deep in conversation with. When you glance behind you, Jaebum’s gaze is steady. His eyes bright, crinkled when you look his way. “Just a little bit farther,” he whispers, reaching out as soon as you’re inside and tugging you towards the stairs.

No one pays any attention, when Jaebum leads you upwards. Pausing on the landing to pull you to him. Jaebum kisses you roughly, body molding to yours. “I,” he breaks off, kissing down your neck. “Just tell me what you… I mean, if …”

“Jaebum,” you interrupt, smiling. “Which one is your room?”

His eyes widen and he nods, turning back around. Leading you down the hallways, pushing open a door at the end. When you step inside, Jaebum’s room is what you would have expected. Messy, but in a way which suggests organized chaos. Piles of clothing by color, stacks of paper and pens strewn about on his bed. Jaebum crosses to this hastily, sweeping them aside.

“Sorry,” he bites at his lower lip. “I wasn’t thinking about – I, well didn’t expect this.”

Walking closer, you come to a stop before him. Without another word, you kiss him. Jaebum groans, pulling your lower lip between his teeth. Walking the two of you backwards before sitting down on his bed. He tugs you with him, your legs falling to either side at his hips. As you continue to kiss, you move above him. At first, just in small motions. A pressing of bodies, trying to get closer than you already are.

Then it’s Jaebum’s hands, anchoring you to him. Pushing upwards, while you grind against him. “Ah,” you gasp, moving down to his neck. “Jaebum.” Your lips trail to his ear, bite down. Taking care to be gentle with his multiple piercings.

Jaebum groans, bucking his hips upwards. You’re wearing a skirt, as part of your costume and Jaebum’s hands slide beneath it. Moving further up your legs, revealing skin while you shrug from your jacket. Letting this fall to the ground, even as his thumbs brush the tops of your thighs.

Jaebum’s eyes are dark with longing, fingers sliding until he feels how wet you are. His eyes widen. “Shit,” he groans and when you blush at his words, he kisses you again. “That’s so fucking hot.”

As you kiss, his fingers trace the front of your underwear. You tug insistently at his tie, undoing with practiced fingers, flinging this sideways to shove his jacket entirely off. Jaebum pulls back long enough to remove his vest and you’re midway through unbuttoning his shirt when he flips you over. Jaebum pushes your shirt upwards, kissing a heated path down your body.

You gasp, when he tugs your panties to your knees. His tongue replacing his fingers, tracing circles which quickly become needy, messy movements. His lips hot and insistent, one finger sliding in from below. You gasp, arching against him on the bed. Unable to stop the noises your making, nor the way your legs clench around him.

“Jaebum,” you groan, eyes shut tight. “Fu-ck.”

He smirks, pausing to look at you. “Mm,” Jaebum agrees, lowering back down. “You sound so beautiful when you moan.” He returns to your clit, beginning to tease. Drawing you close to the edge, body hovering on the brink of an orgasm before his fingers and mouth abruptly stop. “I,” Jaebum groans, suddenly unsure. “Do you want to – ?”

You’re already reaching for his pants though, already undoing his buttons. “I want you inside me,” you whisper in his ear, listening to Jaebum’s relieved groan.

“Fuck,” he mutters, reaching for the nightstand. He yanks open a drawer and pulls out a condom. Kicking his pants aside, along with his underwear, shoes and socks. Watching you with greedy eyes, as you remove everything else.

Taking his condom, you bite down on your lip. Jaebum is hard, erect between his thighs and he shudders, when you slide your hands over his tip. Watching his eyelids flutter, a groan slip past, you wonder if you’ve ever seen anything hotter. Jaebum opens his eyes when you’re done, sliding his hands up your thighs and lifting you higher. He lines you up to his cock, lowering you onto him.

“God,” you gasp, when he fills you. Burying your face in his neck and wrapping your arms tight around him. His hands are firm on your ass, stretching you slowly, pushing you down those last, final inches. “Jaebum,” you whimper, clutching him tight.

He stays like that for a moment, chest flush to yours. Holding you gently, feeling himself inside you. Then his breath hitches, and he looks up. “Baby,” he murmurs, shifting slightly. “Can I move?”

You nod, inhaling when he slides you off. Hovering briefly, before thrusting back up. “Ah,” he gasps, repeating the motion. Disappearing inside you when you whimper, dropping down with equal enthusiasm on his body. Jaebum moves slowly at first, each thrust purposeful – movements which quicken, as your body tightens around him.

Jaebum’s thrusts become harder, faster while he grabs your hips. Fucking upwards, slamming you down while you gasp in approval, hands fisting in his hair. You’re barely able to contain yourself when he finds your nipple. Teasing the hardened peak with his lips while fucking into you from below. You lean forward eagerly, greedy for more.

Each stroke is punishing, your body wet and sinful in the dark. Your body tightens around him, unable to do more than gasp out his name. Jaebum grunts, fucking harder – until you come apart above him. Body shuddering while Jaebum thrusts into you one, final time. He gasps, emptying himself and clutching tighter. His breath is labored, sweat beading on his brow as he looks at you.

As you come down from your high, you stare back. Body flushed, exhausted by pleasure. “I,” you start to say, stopping when Jaebum captures your lips with his.

“Will you spend the night?” he murmurs, into your mouth.

Heart lifted, you nod. Unable to think of what to say when he grins, pulling out and rolling to his side of the bed. Jaebum walks into his bathroom, cleaning himself off. When he returns, he pauses at the door. “Even if you didn’t come here because you were crushing on a member,” he grins, arching a brow. “I invited you because of my crush on you.”

Then, barely able to contain his smile – he joins you in bed.

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Please read @iwonchubebe ‘s installment, here and @rude–jude ‘s installment, here. Enjoy!

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