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jjpmoans · 4 years

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oxygen | im jaebeom

wc : 2.5k+

warnings : fluff (overload, i don’t know, I sucked at fluff)

a/n : Happy Valentine’s Day! May your Valentines gets better with this fic! To those without boyfriend, lets indulge the sweetness!

Parents are of different kinds; they definitely are not the same as your friends' parents. Sometimes your friends' parents sound too cool that you wonder why your parents aren't the same. Your friends get to go out anywhere at any time while you have curfews, no more outings after 9 o'clock at night. It sucks, yes. But you do know why your parents are strict as well. You just wish them to be more lenient sometimes.

"No?" your best friend pouts in disappointment when you said you can't be his Valentine date. You shake your head again, playing with your lunch as he scoots closer and hugs your waist. "But I thought Mom loves me? I think she will give an exemption if you say it's me."

Your heart thumps at the proximity given Jaebeom's chin rests on your shoulder; his nose nudging your cheeks as he whispers the plan. You can never guess when Jaebeom will make your heart flutter but now you think it's better for him not to be close to you because your heart isn't fluttering, it is close to exploding.

"Jaebeom. People are watching." you tell him when you feel the gazes burning on both of you. Partly because being sweet in the college cafeteria is definitely not right but partly because how the college bad boy is snuggling up against the girl from the Student Council.

Or best known as the Vice President of Student Council, Park Jinyoung's right man.

He whines as you try to move away, pulling you closer by your waist. "Let them be."

"I am angy because you don't want to go out with me tomorrow night!" he huffs, sulking even more.

You stare at him in disbelief as he puffs his cheeks to melt you. "Did you just use the word 'angy'? Im Jaebeom? Really?"

"What's wrong with using that word?" he sounds offended now, pouts getting more prominent and ready to throw some spoon in your direction. "I AM angy with you."

You coo, pinching his cheeks to calm him down. "The school baddest boy just used a cute word. I need to commemorate this!" you squealed, bringing out your phone to record him. "Say you're angy with me again!"

To your surprise, he repeats, pouting even harder to please you. He knows you love it and he has no problem repeating it over and over again. Jaebeom is the softest when he's with you, that is a fact. You don't know how much control you have on him but you're not deaf either. People have been talking about how Jaebeom hasn't been smoking for some time now, which immediately reminds you of his deal with you three months ago.

"Hello Jinyoung's right man." he called as you passed by him, his scent reeked of cigarette smoke. You hated smokers to your core but you can still stand their smell. However, if they want to talk to you, they better be clean from smoke. Which is why you just ignored his call. "Oh. I can't talk to you because you have a title? I am not entitled to speak to Ms Vice President?"

Okay that would be enough. You were not going to let him call you someone arrogant. Instead you whipped your head, finding his interested eyes on you. "I hate smokers. Even if they are my President's friend, which totally have no correlation. If you want to talk to me, then stop smoking. After that we talk."

"I am deeply offended if you're thinking about another man while I'm right here in front of you." Jaebeom snaps you out of your thoughts making you smile right away. Your stretch makes him melt again, grins plastered on his face.

You pinch his cheeks again, caressing it before turning to your lunch. "Tell you what, let me ask mom once again. If I can't, I'll send you a text."

Jaebeom nods enthusiastically, not without crossing his hands to chant 'please mom please mom please.'

You send the text with a heavy heart, guilt washes all over you when you remember how excited Jaebeom was to hear news from you. Suddenly you hated your parents even though you do understand that they want you to be safe especially at nights. It's Valentine's night and most of your friends are probably at the party doing god-knows-what while you are here on your bed in your pyjamas watching a Netflix romance movie.

Very romantic.

It has been a good 40 minutes of sadness because the main lead is currently shoving his tongue down the female lead throat before you hear a knock on your door, pausing you in your feelings. You stand up, leaving the bed and head over to your door. Upon opening it, you find no one at the door. Wicked since you are sure that you heard someone knock. Or could it be the window? But the knock should be different and you're not dumb to not differentiate between a door knock or a window knock.

You close the door again however; you jump when an unexpected visitor appears behind the door.

"Hello."

"Jaebeom!" you scream in hushed, quickly check the door and lock it. You will be a dead meat if your mom decides to check you in. However, Jaebeom can't care less. He is grinning, looking at you up and down, scanning your frightened state. You on the other hand are in panic and reach for his hand to tug him away from the door. "What are you doing here!?"

Still panicked, you look around to see which direction he was coming from. Jaebeom shrugs, sending you a wink before heading to your bed and climbing it to sit in the middle of your bed.

"I am your Valentine date." he explains with no hint of fear on his face. He definitely has nothing to fear or probably he is too dumb to realise that your dad can definitely chop his head off.

"But I told you I can't go on that date!"

"Which is why," he gestures to you to come closer to which you follow hesitantly and crosses your hand. "I bring the date to you."

You are still unsure of this crazy plan because there is no way a boy exists in your room even though your parents know him. Jaebeom must have sensed it because he reaches for your hand and softly assure you by rubbing it.

"Come on. I'll leave after midnight." he looks at his watch, chewing his lower lips. "Or whenever you want after you spend the Valentine date with me."

You let out a sigh, relieved probably, at his promise. "Okay. After midnight okay?"

He nods, his smile comes alive after he knows you have let your guards down. He knows how scary your parents are but he can always find a plan to spend the day with you even if it costs his life.

"Hey." you call. "It's not I don't want you to be here. I just- I'm scared that mom and dad will find you. I don't want you to get scolded."

Instead of replying, he pulls you towards him, comfortable situating you both against the headboard, his hand around your arm.

"It's okay. Now let me be your boyfriend for the night." he offers a smile, then pressing a kiss on your forehead to start the date. "What are you watching?"

The movie ends one hour later together with a box of pizza, sandwiches, popcorn and cokes. You never thought Jaebeom is capable of setting a picnic but he really brought the whole date to you, with a basket -- yes he did -- and climbed to your room.

"I can't believe you climbed to my room." you say in his arm after you requested for a cuddle. Cuddling with Jaebeom is really nice, partly because he is the only one you cuddle with after your dad and partly because you think his hugs are really warm. "With the basket even!"

Jaebeom laughs to agree with you, he was surprised with himself too. He never thought he could climb the wall, he even cursed at himself for trying too hard but oh the things he would do for you.

"I can't help it. How can I leave you to a party when you're up here alone?" he reasons but he knows that is a blatant lie. He is attracted to you and he knows you won't leave his mind even if he associates with other girls at the party. The bad boy inside him ceases to extinction when he meets you. "I need to warm your lonely night."

"Cheesy yes?" you laugh. Jaebeom has never felt that way, never had a girl put him on a spell. He feels like he has been caught in a complicated feeling, he feels like his heart is going to burst every time he sees you. His days will not be complete if he hasn't talked to you and like the other days, his day ended well whenever he talked to you. You act like his oxygen supply, constantly giving him new breath of his life.

"Hey." he incline to your side while you play with the hem of his shirt. Jaebeom wears white shirt and a pair of jeans but as expected from a bad boy, he will always look handsome and hot. A simple outfit but he manages to make you swoon. "Can I tell you something?"

Maybe you like him. That is the reason why your heart explodes every time he gives cheesy comments or even pouts. You wish you are certain of this feeling because unlike Jaebeom, you don't want to beat around the bush. However, knowing this probably will affect your relationship with him, you can't risk it. You still have a long year to go and really, you can't afford to lose him.

"Hm... what is it?" you're drawing circles on his chest while you rest your head against his arms. You swear you heard his breath hitches when the tip of your nail grazes his chest a little hard and his biceps contracted.

"I think I like you."

The first thing that comes across your head is 'fuck. he like me! fuck yes.' then the next thing is 'fuck no he is my best friend.'

"Baby say something." you can hear his heart rate increases rapidly as your silence continues. Even that, your hand is still on his chest, not pulling away. "Are you mad? I'm sorry. I just- I can't hold it in."

"Why?" is the first word that comes from you. "Why can't you hold it?" You're not mad. You're curious. Why does he feel the urge to tell you he likes you? Damn now you are scared because instead of feeling neutral, you had to admit you feel giddy when he said he likes you.

Fuck, do you like him too? Yeah you think so. If you don't, you must be freaking out now since you don't know how to reject people.

"I can't hold it in because I wanted to kiss you the moment I climbed through the window just now." he confesses, throwing you off guard. "I just-- I can't. You look so stunning even in your pyjamas and oh god your messy hair. I want to wake up to it every day."

"I look like a monster when I wake up in the morning, Jaebeom." you laugh in astonishment. To say you're shocked is an understatement, but you had never thought Jaebeom can be as sweet as this, wanting to wake up to you. You have it in your bucket list but you never thought it would be with Jaebeom because honestly, you're out of Jaebeom's league.

"My beautiful monster then." he pulls you closer by your waist, your chest bumps to his. "My goodness you smell so good. I'm going crazy with you beside me. I wanted all of you to myself and I can tell those fuckers at school to fuck off and don't look at my woman."

You feel giddy, high up in the cloud nine that you grin as soon as Jaebeom aligns his face to yours. "I haven't said I agree to be your girlfriend, Beommie."

"Fuck." he turns his head away to swear, coming back to press a peck on your lips. "Call me that again."

You giggle, calling his name again. "Beommie. I haven't agreed to be your girl, Beommie." at this point you are very sure that you too, like him.

He sucks in a deep breath and opens his eyes, staring straight into your eyes. However, he can't maintain a 5 seconds eye contact with you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Fuck you're so beautiful and look at what you did to me."

You hum as his breath tickles your neck. "Beom-ah." to that he lets out a rough huff, affected by the pet name which you laugh, ruffling his hair. "You still need to get me to agree, you know."

"You're contemplating it without me having to ask. Isn't it clear that you will be my girl?" he appears from your neck, now having the courage to talk to you.

"What if I don't want to?" your giggle intensifies as Jaebeom's eyes grow wide and his pout starts to form.

"I guess I have to curse you to be single until you're mine."

"That's not nice!" you're definitely crazy. You feel like a love-strucked teenage girl, giggling for 5 minute straight. As the vice president of Student Council, it is your second demeanor to be cold and stay unaffected by any means. However, that is one power that Jaebeom holds over you, to make you like a teenage girl again.

"Will you be my girl, baby?" he whispers to you and only you. His eyes hold yours, reflecting the love he has for you. You never thought he is capable of holding this much love since his reputation as the bad boy but you guess the three months you had with him serves as a reminder that this bad boy has a story behind him. He is capable of loving, to shower someone with affection and a very deep person behind the cold mask.

"Yes, Jaebeom." you let out the breath that you don't know you're holding, relieved as you agreed to be his.

"Hmm, wrong answer."

"Yes, beom-ah. I'll be your girl" Your pet name makes him grin again, even wider this time and he shows them by dropping countless pecks across your face. "My goodness, Jaebeom!" you squeal but did nothing to tell him.

Jaebeom is halfway on top of you, his arm on either side of yours, caging you effectively.

"My girl." he smiles, capturing you for a kiss, molding your lips with his. Your lips fit perfectly with his as he deepens for more, nose touching at the proximity.

He releases your lips which are all swollen and red, looking satisfied with his own work.

"Mine."

"Yours." you reply as he leans to capture your lips for another kiss.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

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underneaththe-waterfall · 3 years

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Irresistible

CHEATING AU

ANGST | LIGHT SMUT

You shivered as you snuggled up closer to your blankets alone in your bed. Your eyes wandered over the pillow placed next to you, empty which was where Jinyoung was laying a few moments ago. Before he got that phone call that he always gets around this time in the night. The only difference is that usually your not awake when Jinyoung receives this phone call. Your usually fast asleep ,tired from having to wait for him to arrive home. But he never did , at least not when you were awake. The only times you would catch a glimpse of him was when he was leaving early in the morning. He would place a peck on your forehead if he noticed you were awake, otherwise he would leave even forgetting that you were present in the same building as him.

Today was different though. You stayed awake until 2 in the morning waiting for Jinyoung. It was unusual for you to stay up that long, as you also had work and were too tired and worn out to even shower once you got home. You insured that you didn’t sleep. You needed to see him, touch him, kiss him and most of all ask him why the hell you both don’t spend time together anymore.

After hours of aimlessly wandering the apartment and eating random snacks , you finally settled down in your bed in the hope that Jinyoung would return home soon. Your droopy eyes looked over to the clock and you realised it was half past 2 .He should be home soon. After a few more minutes of tossing and turning you finally saw the room to your bed room open. You were met with a equally as tired jinyoung. His hair was neat and his tie was loosened, he carried a black suitcase in his hands and his shirt was untucked.

All your sleepiness was gone the second you laid your eyes on him. You didn’t miss the shocked expression on his face, upon realising the fact that you were indeed awake. He let out a breath as he closed the bed room door , placing his suitcase on the floor and removing his tie, followed by his belt. You watched him as he took of his blazer and took a seat besides you on the bed.

You both were silent. It wasn’t awkward. You both needed to be there in each others presence, You didn’t need to talk, just acknowledge the fact that your with each other .It seems Jinyoung had the same feeling as you , because the moment he laid his eyes on you he couldn’t hold back. He pulled you closer holding the back of your neck and instantly attaching his lips to yours. He licked your lips , not being able to hold back for what he had craved for so long. You couldn’t keep up with the pace of his kiss , and decided to just let him wonder your mouth with his tongue. You tilted your neck back giving him more places to explore, and he clearly got the signal as his mouth rapidly moved to your neck .

Before you knew it you were lying under him, as he moved his hips faster and faster as you supressed your moans. You ignored the uneasy feeling in your stomach as you felt him release inside you followed by the last few slow thrusts from which you also reached your climax. He pulled out with a groan from fatigue and rested his head on his pillow next to you. The silence felt uncomfortable for you. You wanted to speak and ask him why you both were never together any more. But you remained silent staring into space wishing you could fall asleep faster.

Jinyoung also remained quiet lost in his own thoughts which were shortly interuppted by the ringing of his phone. Your body shivered from the sudden sound and you could see jinyoung as he reached for it immediately.You wondered who was calling him this late at night but chose not to ask. “mmhm ill be there in 10″ and shortly after he cut the phone.

You couldnt help but ask, “where are you going its 3 in the morning?”Jinyoung remained silent as he dressed himself not paying any attention to you as you pulled the blankets up closer to your body. You expected a response but the longer jinyoung remained silent the more worried you got.

”Jinyo-”as soon as you spoke jinyoung interrupted you whilst putting on his watch.” “Dont wait for me i wont be back tonight. ”So you continued to lay there in the cold bed with tears shedding from your eyes. There was no way you both could go back from this. Not when you knew he was cheating on you.

He thought you never noticed the , the smell of perfume, the bruise left lightly on the side of his neck and unmissable scratches going down his back. You tried to ignore it , wanting it to all be a dream and that it was all just your imagination. Wishing, that after tonight he wont leave you. But as he exited the room tonight, you knew there was no way you could forget or ignore all this now. Jinyoung was cheating on you with not just anyone, but with your own closest friend. But you were yet to find that out.

(PHOTO CREDIT: gotexoish ON TWITTER)

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monnn · 2 years

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𝓢𝓞𝓜𝓔𝓑𝓞𝓓𝓨 // 𝓙𝓪𝔂𝓑

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘉 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊 - 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯? (ʃ⌣́ ,⌣́ ƪ)

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 - 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 1.2𝘬

All the playful teasing tonight had been paying off, for the both of you. Secret touches, dirty little whispers here and there throughout dinner with the boys. Hands on each other’s thighs, reaching up and in rarely – one would consider it quite dicey, yet it’d been intoxicating. Sooner or later, you guys were home and fatigued. Tired yet famished as fuck. Walking past the main door, sly smirks shot at each other, the little game of touch and starve still on. Huffing, Jaebeom sits on the couch, his legs perfectly spread and the marvelous view of his thighs. And quite inviting, of course. It was as if he were an open book to read that you took a seat, while he was thinking of you straddling his lap. You’re on Jaebeom’s lap, hands snaking around his neck – mouths so near, yet too far to collide. Neither of you were in a rush so he just held you close, igniting a flame to grow slowly, all while having an unintentional stare-off. It was actually quite beguiling, but a few light kisses and his strong grip on your waist was enough to have you both molding your lips against each other. The ardor – fascination – all that love was sifted into each other with no rush. Time might be precious, probably not when it’s spent in loving each other – time, can wait. The feeling is almost surreal; Jaebeom with his hair down, all worked up, waiting for you to take him. Stopping to catch breaths, you had to admit the view in front of you was ethereal. A sweaty, slightly quite needy Jaebeom with lechery and passion for eyes. It was quite the delight of a sight. You make sure to get enough of it before getting off and pulling him by the wrist to your bedroom. The place where all the magic unveils – at least for the both of you. Your room’s dimly lit by the city light as you take hot minute, looking out and adoring all the lights from the height of your apartment. But Jaebeom has other plans. He snakes his hands over, intervening your thoughts but staring in the same gaze as you. Pushing your hair aside, he plants a loving kiss to your neck, inhaling your scent as if you were a drug. His drug. Jaebeom pulls you by the wrist, landing himself on the bed with you on his lap. There’s a mirror in front of you both. When you look at him in the mirror, he almost – almost looks like the devil himself. His hands snake around your waist, slowly turning you around to face him. Without any further ado he closes in, slightly brushing his lips against yours. It’s like the both of you are the personification of repelling magnets. So far, yet so close to each other. You finally give in, kissing him earnestly while his hands guide your waist to grind on him. There’s no haste in anything as your kisses get sloppier, tongues melding into a hot mess. Your fingers tangle in his hair, while his grip on your waist strengthens – pretty sure they’d leave marks the next day, but that’s a care for tomorrow. Pulling away, clothes are off of each other in quite a brisk way. Maybe it isn’t about the time, but definitely the yearning. There’s a grip on one of your ankles while you climbing onto the bed, Jaebeom pulling you over to the edge and flipping you on your back. And before you could even comprehend, he’s on his knees, head deep in your cunt, lapping at you like a starved man. Sinful, Scandalous. Your moans make the best of music to him. Jaebeom continues until he’s made you cum thrice, sending you to an overstimulated, sensitive state and right when you’re about to cum again, he stops.

“I’m gonna burst if you don’t do anything about my little buddy here” he whines. You laugh at how swiftly he goes from a demon to a needy baby. Jaebeom moves to rest back on the headboard, while you straddle him with a smirk playing on your face. “I swear if you’re gonna tease me, this is not the right time for it.”

You chuckle, finding his agony funny. While he’s wondering the reason for your laughter, you sit down on him in a go, nearly making him squeal out of bliss. “That was quite a risky move sweetheart, I would’ve filled you up in a go”

“Maybe you should……or you could let me do some work” you say, winking at him. He shrugs, leaning back and resting his head while you move at your own pace. It’s almost as if you were cockwarming if it weren’t for him losing his control and thrusting up at random. Leaning forward, Jaebeom scatters feather kisses over your neck, unconsciously making you clench around him. You can feel his devious smirking at the effect those kisses had while continuing to kiss over your chest, leaving a few bites for memory. Fatigue now consciously on both of your minds, his speed increases with each of your moves, so does the sinful harmony of moans and groans. His heels press down, while he lifts up to thrust further in you – hitting all the spots dead right. Jaebeom knew all your spots like the back of his hand, thrusts getting irregular and steady, while a knot forms in your stomach, waiting to burst anytime. Both of you rut against each other as you come down from your high, slowly riding him out while he groans into the pillow beside, the vibration felt through your dripping cunt. You’re just like his books – he just needs a touch or two to delve right in. You get up and head to run a bath, while Jaebeom tries to compose himself and move his lazy ass to the bath. The tub is filled with dried petals, a very subtle and calming scent coming from it and with you in all your glory – Jaebeom would be down for round two if he weren’t this spent. He gets in, settling down on the opposite side of you to admire your grace. “You know,” he starts, voice raspy “I wouldn’t want anything than this with you. I’d fight Troy for you – god, I just fucking admire and love you so much, I really hope you feel the same or this would be quite embarrassing” he halts, burying his face.

“If that’s about you, well then I would travel through galaxies just to be with you in this moment. I love you much more Jaebeom. And I hope you know that too” you mumble in a breath, while he gazes at you endearingly. Without wasting another moment, he lays in your arms, cuddling and nuzzling up to you as the both of you talk about the most mundane things ever. Jaebeom is your somebody to do that with and you’re his for a lifetime or more.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------𝐀/𝐍 : 𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘪, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘶𝘷𝘴. 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴!!♡＾▽＾♡ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵! 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @/𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘎 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘥𝘢𝘺! 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳(🌸ゝ◡･)ﾉ♡

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kpopimaginings · 3 years

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40 and 43 with Lim Jaebeom from Got7

Hey, these kisses work beautifully together, so here is a drabble combining the two with our lovely JayB

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Kiss #40 - Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Kiss #43 - Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck

Kisses Masterlist

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You and JayB had only spent the night together a handful of times so any morning you woke up next to him still felt like a novelty.

On this particular morning you were the first to wake and you rolled over to simply watch him through your heavy-lidded eyes, still so pleased you could call him yours. You reached out a hand, gently toying with the hair resting on his forehead before lightly tracing his features.

JayB stirred then, letting out a deep gravelly hum, smiling slightly at your soft actions.

"Morning, handsome," you whispered.

He simply hummed again. You leaned over then, pressing your lips to his, causing his smile to grow. Your boyfriend stayed put, clearly still too tired to move, his eyes still closed but lips happy to return your affection.

You slowly trailed the kisses from his lips, along his jaw and down his neck.

"Don't try anything," JayB warned, opening one eye to scowl down at you, "Too tired. Maybe later."

You whined playfully, before resting your head on his shoulder, he was quick to wrap an arm around you holding you tight.

"I hope you know I'm taking that as a 'definitely later'," you told him.

"Ok, when I'm awake," he mumbled back, snuggling into the bed again with you caught in his embrace.

NAVIGATION | GOT7 MASTERLIST

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jonnnysuh · 3 years

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Dating Jay B would include:

A/N: So this one has been in my notes for over a year and I would constantly add to it bc Jay B is just so consistent and such a weirdo (I love it tho). Everything is more fun than romantic. Purely based off observation/ my perception of him. Updated with texts and Snapchats: 1/10/22

Watching romcoms and being like “that’s you” when the main character does something stupid

Conversations from the toilet

Weird conversations quickly turning into deep conversations and then going back

Having random spurts of energy but at different times and annoying the fuck out of each other

Those silent laughs with each other where you’re both just clapping and gasping for air

While he’s reading he’ll shut the book and say “do you know” bc he just learned something

watching him fall over bc he’s mad clumsy

HE WILL FART SILENTLY IT WILL STINK AND HE WILL LAUGH BUT HE’LL DENY IT

“You okay bro?” “ya bro. but are you okay bro?” “ya bro.”

going 🤟🏼gang 😳 🤘🏼gang 😔 To greet each other

He thinks that he’s flirting but what he said was not remotely flirty

He’ll come in and watch TV shows with you and then get invested on his own

serving you food first before he serves himself

“I have a crush on you" “Ya I would hope so we’re dating”

“Why do you look so serious? Smile” “Don’t tell me what to do”

doing shit for you even though he’s tired out of his mind

He stares intently which is sometimes intense

“stop looking at me” but he stares even more and closer

“Don’t get mad but…” when you know youre going to be in trouble with him and he tries his best to stay calm but he wants to WHOOP YOUR ASS

“end the ft I need to go now” “No” “end it” “no you have your own hands end it yourself.” *looks at camera, sighing. “Okay bye I love you” “I love you too”

Doing something wrong so he takes it and fixes it for you

he finds out who casey frey is and can’t stop dancing like him “what’s poppin??? unhhhh”

Loves going on walks through nature // places that aren’t busy and quiet

Removes his socks any time he gets comfortable somewhere so there’s just a bunch of socks balled up in random places

You can tell he’s mad just by his eyes

he’s originally very closed off and it takes a while to get him to open up, but eventually he can’t wait to share things with you

smaller fights turning into dance battles and then yall stop being mad at each other because you start doing stupid shit to make each other laugh

having quiet time away from each other

Staring contests just bc you randomly made eye contact and he’ll make his eyes as big as he can

when you’re ranting he will let you go on for as long as you need to and THEN he’ll give you advice

his life is a mukbang. he’s just a dude who likes food

Taking you to the places he went to when he was growing up

Sending animals memes to each other

Has separate journals where he writes about his day, and dreams, and songs

Is the jealous type but will not admit he is the jealous type

his legs wrapping around yours when you sleep

feels like affection should be a private rather than public thing but will do a cute lil gesture every once in a while

Both being the funny one

switching between who’s the parent and who’s the kid in the situation

Has to pull you away when you want to beat someone’s ass !!!

Being super competitive with each other over stupid things

Making To-do lists for each other

he makes breakfast shirtless

Always keeping you in check

cheering each other on whenever possible ,, literally being the loudest most obnoxious person

Playfully hitting him and he falls to the ground bc extra

facetiming when one’s at the grocery store instead of calling because you want to show each other everything

museum dates

is always late to things

Taking sneaky candids of one another

Taking selfies and he’s taking more pictures of you with different angles BC HE KNOWS THE MUTHAFUCKING ANGLES

Pointing out something only both of you would find funny and it’s usually at the most inappropriate moment so you have to hide your laughter but it makes it funnier

not fighting often, but when you do fight it’s super intense and scary. Like you won’t talk for a few days, and you’ll sleep in separate rooms

And both of you will keep adding to the problems with irrelevant shit but shit that bothers them and the only way to solve it is having a long long talk to apologize and fix it

“Who can scream louder AHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Handwritten notes for birthday/ anniversaries

Will remember small details about you and bring them up later

standing on his back

He is just so clumsy JB please just watch where you’re going

footfiving ((high-fiving feet I KNOW this one is weird ok))

he’s a good listener and you can honestly go to him for anything

Doing funny things with a serious face to see who will crack first

Honestly, he’s basically just your best buddy with the bitch face that has a heart of gold

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arthinkzo · 3 years

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꒰❝ when tokyo goes down…♡ᵎ

22.09.2021 › pedido pessoal

em caso de inspiração, por favor, me credite

NOTES: quem é vivo sempre aparece não é mesmo? enfim, estou atarefada, mas acabei criando essa capa por conta do pedido de um dos meus amorecos, então aqui estou eu com ela. E eu particularmente adorei, nunca tinha mexido com gif antes e olha, deu certo :D

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sardonicallys · 3 years

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𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸, 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 | 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Jaebeom + Female!Reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: Corporate AU, Mature, Smut, Angst, Enemies to Lovers

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Cursing, sexual content, mentions of trauma

𝗦𝘆𝗽𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: You don't like to think of the word "workaholic" as an insult, but rather as a title of prestige. Everything you have accomplished in your career has been reflected as a glimmering treasure in your trophy case that doted on your work ethic and undying tenacity to put your best effort in everything you have involved yourself in. When you're transferred to what feels just a step away from a demotion, rewritten as an opportunity to "help" the new CEO, you find yourself in a predicament when you realize he's an unbearable nuisance.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 10,072

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: This chapter took forever to write, for literally no reason at all.

[ chapter one ]

The coffee tastes like water.

What you noticed about pondering is that it somehow took all the energy from everything else and redistributed it for its own selfish purposes, in this case you were left wandering your snapshots of last night while your tongue savored liquid that was mute. You wouldn’t necessarily call your behavior appropriate but it was concocted not from pleasure, rather delivered from revenge. It was resentment that fueled your desire — sexual gratification could not fulfill this hunger — it was about power. It was about control. It was seizing back every ounce of pride you let your good for nothing chief of executive operations put out like a lousy cigarette on the ground after you had offered humility. These murky thoughts were the reason you felt no regret for your actions, but you were still subjected to the over seasoned yet tasteless rice balls and the coffee that emulated muddy rain water on your tongue. You felt like shit, essentially, but in the complexity of things you had won. Grinding the ball of your foot into the pavement as rock scraps rolled beneath your sole, you slouched into the backing of the bench while listening to the sprinklers douse the grass, quietly piecing together what you were going to do.

What were you going to do?

Now without a job from a company you bent backwards and jumped through flaming hoops for, your mind raced with the anxious reminder that you were going to have to build your way back up. Convincing yourself it wasn’t so bad because you had attempted, and succeeded, was becoming a struggle every passing second. The flood of contemplation had you wondering if you should have accepted the offers that were given to you while you were being scouted by other companies who wanted to poach you from the market. Had you known you’d be assisting a living piece of shit, you may have resisted less.

Honestly you always wanted to live simply, at least amongst the standards of society. A small one bedroom apartment in the city but not on prime real estate, a middle manager job at a branch of a main company with opportunities, a stray black kitten turned cat, and you, the whole of these extensions. You always did your best and prided your perception off these little views into the whole reflection of you, regardless of what the outcome was because in reality, you expected only this much. This was simple and humble living, and this is all you wanted. You worked hard and you minded your own business, so what kind of karma did this entail exactly?

Pushing yourself off the bench, finally grappling with the sore result of your body, you felt the weight sink to your ankles as they balanced between carrying you and keeping poised on your heels. The walk of shame carried a different meaning to you, and it was that you were unemployed for the first time since university started. Discarding the remnants of your tasteless excuse for a breakfast, you brisked through the park and back towards your neighborhood where you could finally wash yesterday down the drain and start over, perhaps through job hunting. Just a block away from your building, you practically planted into the ground at the sound of your mobile phone as it erupted in your purse. Fishing it out, you squinted at the unknown number and somehow between the second you saw it and the second you answered, you hoped it was a pleasant coincidence that maybe someone you knew was looking to hire. Or perhaps a friend of yours recommended you and someone was reaching out to see if you were interested in a new career path? Better yet, that friend opened a company and needed you on the team for a start-up. Anything, desperation chimed, anything.

Anything but the sound of Mr. Im’s voice that oozed with impatience, instead, surfaced into the canal of your ear, “Why aren’t you in office?”

To say you were shocked was an understatement, completely in disillusion to the point where you pulled the phone away from you just to check if you were starting to hear things all on your own. After a brief pause, you curtly responded, “…Because I was terminated?”

There’s silence before a sarcastic laugh sparked from the receiver, “I don’t have any official documentation of that, you need to work until we find a replacement.”

A long pause, “Or did you not know that.”

The last comment was made to be a complete fucking asshole, you knew he was provoking you. Inhaling deeply, assuring not to allow the noise of frustration earn the exact reaction he was seeking, Mr. Im spoke once more, “I’ll see you in fifteen.”

And the line cut off.

Sometimes, you had a habit of taking too shallow breaths and you spoke to a few doctors to which they deliberated that you may have had some form of anxiety that lie dormant between the physiology of your being. Mostly because during these questionnaires, you had a bit of trouble answering honestly and it wasn't that you weren't aware of what you were doing, but you couldn't bring yourself to say the words that were on your mind. Instead you vaguely referred to them, like a directory more than an explanation. You assume the psychiatrist you met with saw through this, but knew how to communicate without causing a catalyst to exacerbate the symptoms. Besides, it wasn't abundant enough for medication but it wasn't quiet enough for you to go through your day to day without feeling a stammering worry that plagued every atom of your body. You remembered reading some time ago that there was a man who had some disease — common or not — and he committed to these breathing exercises that extended his life expectancy tenfold. That was what you wanted, right now in this moment, just to breathe enough to survive this because you were not going to crumble here, not when you were going to prove a point.

Turning on your heel, you started charging back towards the main street only to halt to a stop. But why should you return? It was already decided, just moments ago, to start anew. Right? You had made your resolution the second you slipped your clothes back on and disappeared from the room you shared with Mr. Im that you were going to rebuild this but better. There was no reason to go back to that fucking office to suffer the berating existence that it was to be a secretary of someone who had very little respect for you. There just wasn't. You barely realized how tensed your shoulders were until you exhaled deeply, feeling your muscles release your bones.

I'm going home.

But you can't seem to move because somewhere in the depths of your overthinking, riddled with holes and passages that descended down to nowhere, labyrinths of darkness that encased your every motive you wondered, what if he screws your entire career? What if, being a heavy hand in your industry, he crushes every possible pathway for you and you're left with nothing? Because he knew how much this whole thing meant to you, if it wasn't enough that you were willing to miserably put up with his shit the day before, then at least your work record could prove that much. The worry filled your being, as if someone was pouring water and it was already at your knees. Before you know it, you feel the water climb up your throat and now you're sprinting through the subway as you bite back your tears of frustration because you had never, not once felt that you lacked this much control in your entire life.

Entering the building, the embarrassment crashed into you like a flood, your head hung as you balled your fists up, creating crescents of your nails into your palms, wearing the same navy chiffon dress that adorned you the day before. The several years of pride that you built on your appearance, work ethic, and upstanding quality were crashing down onto you in just a matter of days and you could barely bring yourself to take the elevator up to your floor, the brief glances of your peers and coworkers feeling as if you were scrutinized — regardless if they had noticed your disheveled appearance or not. You're absolutely disgusted as you dropped your things at your desk, no time to even peer at yourself in a mirror, and threw Mr. Im's door open, not bothering to knock.

"Great, you're on time," he doesn't even bother to look up, but you're not surprised. Parting your lips to speak, he finally lifted his head and you could feel his revolting gaze scan over your appearance, causing you to feel nauseated and hold your speech which allowed him to interject first, "You didn't even bother to change?"

There were no words that you could find, or at least, no single formed sentence to use that could have described the frustration that coursed through every vein in your body. Your breathing turned shallow again, reflecting on how your superior had cleaned up — hair slicked back and a freshly dry cleaned suit, the collar of his shirt starched and ironed perfectly to press against his neck. The piercing and judgmental gaze gripped your lungs, forcing you to keep your composure, "...I didn't have time this morning. I had assumed—"

"Your affairs outside of the office aren't my business," sneering your name, you could see half a smirk appear on his lips as he continued, "but it seems you must have had a long night if you were irresponsible enough to show up...Like this."

Leaning back in his chair, you have to program your nerves not to let your jaw drop from his comment. The back of your neck warmed instantly, creating a trail to a migraine as you repeated to yourself breathe breathe breathe because you could feel your throat closing up quicker now.

"My apologies," through gritted teeth, you managed to surface a cruel smile, "I promise it won't happen again."

Rather than wait for his direction, you turned and slammed the door behind you before striding towards your desk, dropping your weight into your chair while quietly gasping for air. I shouldn't have come back, head tilted back as you attempted to ease into steady breathing. As childish as it was, you wanted to blame the whole of this on Jaebeom, every last fucking bit of it. But you can't and perhaps that's what created even more friction, because you knew that this wasn't his fault, at least not entirely. You created this situation yourself, and had you not selfishly decided to seek revenge for something as egotistic as pride, perhaps you could have walked away with your hands clean. This worked in tandem with the arrogance of your boss, of course, but he didn't do anything that was outside of your expectations. You earned this and so you attempted to recenter yourself by focusing entirely on work. There would be no time for your wandering thoughts and regrets, so long as you did what you did best and that was to work. Surprisingly, this is successful, and you managed through most of the day without feeling the combustion of frustration you had that morning, even avoiding Mr. Im as he had several clients to see to that day — all of which did not line up with your schedule, to your relief.

Just as the last two hours of your work day were resolving, greeting you every hour closer to your escape, you suddenly saw one of the sales associates frantically dart towards your desk with a heavy binder in her hands. It's a long explanation you can barely fathom through her shaky sobs, but you managed to piece together that a backorder she had placed had an exponential amount of quantity in contrast to the original form and she wasn't sure where to redistribute it. Apparently she heard you were a savior for these sort of situations at the branch, and now you were her only hope. Perhaps you pitied her tear stained face, and how could you possibly let her be fed to Mr. Im after he put you through the wringer this morning? Assuring her you would fix the mistake, you sent her home and began revising her work. Overtime wasn't new to you, but you hadn't thought this would to be a commitment as someone who was only an assistant. In some ways, you were relieved you were still seen as helpful, and that was honestly the ego boost you needed.

The office was empty, Mr. Im long gone due to some client meeting, the only sounds were your nails clacking away on the keyboard and the hum of the air conditioner every so often to keep the printing room cool. Occasionally, you'd hear the ice maker in the break room, but otherwise you were savoring the paradise of peace you were draped in while you began sorting the order. The work wasn't difficult but tedious, as you sent several notices to the global order management team, making them aware of certain changes you needed to override and why it was so sudden. The familiarity of work offered a sense of comfort to you, so much so, you didn't realize the figure hovering near your desk, "You're still here?"

The recognizable tone rekindled nausea as you focused on your screen, not bothering to look at the owner of the voice, "Yes, why are you here?"

"A meeting got moved and I thought I'd work on something..." the tone is flat and suddenly your vision blurs, fingers cold and unmoving, wondering why he's still looming before he suddenly grabbed the bottom mount of one of your monitors, turning it towards him. The silence indicated to you that he's probably reading, and you prepared yourself to hear him blast you with his uninvited criticism.

"...You know for someone who was at your managerial level, but unable to delegate, it's no wonder why you're a secretary now huh?"

"Excuse me?" Turning your head to look at him for the first time, you felt your blood pressure spike, "You do know you're in charge of overseeing the sales associates right?"

"It's not my job to clean up someone else's blatant mistakes, and it isn't yours either," turning the monitor back, he spoke his words firmly, "But someone who can't create a boundary on what their job title is..."

Sucking in a breath between his teeth, he folded his arms across his chest, "Certainly will do the work for them, huh?"

"Maybe, if you knew how to do your job better, they could follow," folding your fingers together, you leaned across the table, offering a sickeningly saccharine grin, "That way there wouldn't be any mistakes to clean up, don't you think, Mr. Im? You are only as strong as your weakest link."

"That's why you have to learn to strengthen those links, not baby them and do their damn work for them," leering at you, head tipped down, you have no other comments to make and there isn't time for it, because Mr. Im took his leave almost immediately after. It takes everything in you not to throw the monitors out the window behind you, use the computer itself to break through Mr. Im's door to trash his office, light the chairs and shelves lining the walls as a starter for a fire that would burn the building to a crisp. It takes everything in you not to boil over and cry every tear you had been holding in all fucking day. You pace back up to speed while continuing your work, still struggling to breathe.

A mug is delivered onto your desk by the devil's spawn, and you can't help but offer only disgust as he sips his own coffee. You dream a hundred different ways to splash the hot beverage at him as he lies in waiting, you assume, for you to take a sip, "Please tell me you put poison in it."

"You really think too highly of me."

"Trust me, I don't," rolling your eyes, you scanned through the worksheet, scrolling down towards a row in question.

"Drink it."

"No."

"Drink it and don't show up looking like you did again this morning."

Glaring at him, you begrudgingly took a sip before slamming the mug back down on the desk, holding your eye contact. If he was anyone else, you wouldn't have been so aggressive, stubborn. You would have certainly expressed your gratitude, but because he wasn't anyone else, you would never let him hear a single thank you for the rest of your life. It's close to midnight when you finish, and you depart without saying anything, letting the blur of catching the last train and of how you get home consume you through the sticky night air. You can't even recall a hint of how you washed up and got into bed, so drained you don't even notice when you fall asleep.

Water is the most pure and present representation of neutrality, a concoction that occurs only as a reaction. Though many physicists would argue otherwise, its state is a result more than a stable initiator. The temperature of water is adjusted due to exposure of heat, an outside conductor, its movements are recorded through the tectonic plates that grapple against one another hidden beneath the earth’s surface, another outside conductor. With the ability to control small increments in the human hand, it can also be a significant abundance and in mass amounts, water could flood whole cities, countries. Water brought life just as easily as it swept it away and as you float in an endless sea that had no horizon, blended to reflect the ash sky above, you wonder just how much of this is a reaction to you.

Though you were never particularly good at swimming, you could at least float. Fingers parted while exploring the viscous space, head bobbing just above the surface, the water that filled your ears and kept you recording your breathing in silence, soft licks of waves creeping beneath your inhales. Your body must have acclimated to the temperature since there was no particular differentiation when it came to heat and chill. Dipping down as you closed your eyes, you held your breath but soon realized while being under just slightly and seemingly too long, there was no reason to be doing so. Soft dancing bubbles escaped your nostrils as you looked up to see the dim light cadence against the reflective surface, glimmering for your return.

Instead, the urge to sink into the dark abyss intrigued you while you curled up and felt your weightlessness create some form of mass that drifted your being down. Lulling your eyes closed, the shadow depths began to creep over your skin as the gentle shifts in the water turned and rocked you at its will. Each breath you drank let no salt touch your tongue as you listlessly floated through limbo, no particular attention towards anything yet all things, all at once. Opening your eyes once more just to observe how far you fell, now in utter darkness. A deeper smudge of obsidian seemed to cloak your vision the deeper you descended, something stained the water, and what was once faulty oxygen in your lungs surged as you observed the surface growing closer before you broke through the ceiling. Gasping suddenly as the flesh of a palm cradled you in its confines, you were horrified to watch as the fingerprints began to unravel, skin coiling and peeling back. The nails decayed in slivers and crumbled into the water, ribbons of the epidermis effortlessly withering away as the imagery instilled panic — not because you would revert to sinking once it had completely peeled apart but the rotting flesh itself was enough. Ready to abandon ship, you felt your ankles locked in place as the vibrant crimson began crackling in desperation, forming vertices through the bone structure before dying the boards of a small paddle boat to carry you in. It happened so rapidly, vividly, your unease became a beacon of confusion once more as the vessel gently turned in a counter clockwise motion.

Suddenly, you're shivering. You weren't the least bit cold earlier, but between then and now, there's a draft. Craning your head back to peer up at the sky for clues, you notice not even a change in the cloud's structure has budged. It's as if air had no presidence here, not a requirement for you and certainly not present. Left without an oar, you clenched your teeth and leaned over the edge of the boat before scooping water towards the direction the head of the boat was pointed in an effort to escape. Hands cupping the frigid liquid, as if freshly melted ice had made its home in your hands, you continued to part your way before seeing a dark object in the distance. It swayed heavily and must have had some weight to it, creating its own ripples that licked at the bottom of your boat. Flicking the water off your hands as best you could, you squinted while shielding your fingers around your eyes as the vessel drifted closer. It's sinking now, whatever was peeking at the surface began bobbing lower and lower, circumscribed by the buoyant surface of the sea as it swallowed up the mass. When it finally broke the pendulum swing, it sunk and the fibers of protein that warped as the clear reflection finally imprinted on your gaze had you fully forming the inference.

It was Jaebeom, and he was sinking.

Humans like to think — in a hopeful sense — that we could independently peruse this lifetime without a need for others. It's the selfish and human thing to do. But in reality, we all pour from our cup, to another's cup, to another's cup, and to another's cup. We pour a little of our responsibility, our support, the love we share, our sanctity, and humanity all in different people's cups whether we like to acknowledge that or not. In a way, no matter how selfish an individual is, there is somehow a rift created from them that inherently has helped someone else, and that's the beginning and ending of it all. Because of this human response to how we accept the traumas that we experience through others, it really is no surprise that you didn't hesitate for a moment as you stood at the edge of the boat and screamed his name.

Im Jaebeom.

There's no sound. Gently reaching your frozen fingers around your neck, you amplified with what you could, kicking your diaphragm up as you felt your throat quiver in desperation. Still no sound. Panicked, you plunge into the water on a whim, swimming with what clumsy form you could remember — what your body could remember — as your fingers grasped through the intangible material with haste. Every time you reached to propel yourself forward, you realized that the image of Jaebeom would crystalize and somehow turn into fragments before resorting into one whole piece. At first, you assumed it was the water that was claiming your vision, but it wasn't, it was as if his entire existence was shifting before you. With each paddle, his physical being was disintegrating. As you grew closer, seeing the unconscious body drift lower and faster, you reached forward in an attempt to grab him as your mouth opened and struggled to claim any kind of volume you possibly could.

But somehow every time your fingertips drew forward, he was reeled backwards just as far. Kicking your feet faster, harder, aggressively attempting to bring yourself closer, you continued to desperately shout into the abyss, no water and certainly no sound departing or returning. A shadow from above began to cloak over as you watched the onyx shade creep up from behind the descending form in front of you, screaming even more frantically now.

Wake up! Wake up!

Every nerve in your body jolted forward as you sprung from your mattress, awoken by the perilous screeching of your own voice before desperately gasping for air. It was just a dream, but that doesn't comfort you as you felt an overwhelming chill bite at your skin while your alarm ripped through your bedroom walls.

Were you appreciative that you were still employed? Sure. Were you desperately looking for a way out? Absolutely. Wanting nothing more than to escape this reality you had little to no control of, you decided on your commute that you would create a deadline for yourself that would shape the rest of your time as Mr. Im’s assistant. That is, if he didn’t throw some fit and cut your contract short. Though confident in your work and abilities, on the off chance you could not make your way out, you would leave when the allotted time was up. It was a way for you to look forward to something, anything. Settling in your chair as your rolled it towards your desk, one of the sales managers strutted towards you, her elated but professional grin painted on her lips. Though you couldn't recall her name, how could you forget the most gorgeous employee at the main office? A stunning beauty, you were half surprised when you were introduced and told that she was responsible for many of the large trades and shipments that were from overseas; she looked more like an actress or movie star than another one of the pencil pushers here, like yourself. Residing with the top numbers for countless months, she was easily one of the top sales managers after her training period.

Resounding your title and last name formally, she gently placed a hand on your desk as your gaze followed her beautifully glazed nails up her neatly ironed dress, engaging in her glance finally as she spoke, "Is Mr. Im free today? I would like to discuss something with him."

Typically, you recited — like some kind of voicemail message — that he would be unable to take any appointments and you'd have him take a look at whatever was the subject of said request when he was free and return the documents or inquiries after the fact. This was, of course, full of shit and he really just didn't want to meet with anyone and especially not a woman one on one. After what happened the other day, you couldn't really blame him. But you could blame him for the past few hellish days where you listened to his condescending tone beat into your skull and insult any sort of work you did that didn't follow his organization — which you realized was a lot more picky than you initially suspected. With a saccharine grin, you beamed at her, "I am sure I can find some time for you. What did you want to discuss and when would you like me to pen you in?"

The expression that plagued her every feature was priceless, absolutely appalled that it was that simple because in the past, you were sure whoever was the makeshift scheduler refused to have anyone meet the CEO without obstacle and challenge. Leaning into your desk, a patient and friendly smile masquerading your expression, you tilted your head as she stuttered through her words, something you never imagine you'd witness, "...It's just some numbers with a new brand we're working with, just to double check."

The end of her sentence faded into the air similarly to how her tone wafted away, an almost sheepish grin now forming on her lips. It was made clear that she may have had a crush on your boss, how funny. This would make for an interesting meeting, you began jotting down buzzwords that held seemingly more importance than what she was spouting about. Nodding vaguely while she spoke, you peered up at her, "He's free in an hour, if you're available, I can have you meet with him then?"

With that, she fervently thanked you before departing back to her desk. What could you say? You told Mr. Im you were good at you job, which included but wasn't limited to, helping him grow and supporting him. If that meant you were going to help him through his phobia — or condition? Whatever it was — why wouldn't that be considered growth and support? Chuckling to yourself, you mentally began the countdown to your most exciting encounter of the day.

Or so you thought.

Somehow — and you had a feeling that the sales manager must have let that elation loosen her lips — you had a ton of inquiries from every female identifying human in the building to see Mr. Im. What a surprise. You let them come in and deliver him tea, host meetings with him in person and not over e-mail or some poorly streamed video, bring his mail to him personally, and even do their presentations in his office. The rest of his week was fully booked with more or less, mundane and useless appointments with the women of the office who wanted to court him. The current quarter was always notoriously slow, so it's not like you were sabotaging anything of importance. Rather, you filled his time with your very own unpaid therapy and for that, he should be thankful.

By the end of the week, you could tell he was on his last leg, his expression depleted of energy and yet somehow it roused with rage and frustration you knew was targeted at you. Feigning innocence, you went by each day carefully avoiding him in spaces where he could scold your behavior, even going as far as having your lunch out in the courtyard. You were as close to paradise in hell as you possibly could have experienced, as if you had begrudgingly crawled through a desert — famished and dehydrated — and somehow the mirage in the distance had fabricated into a tangible scenery, why hadn't you decided to floor him earlier? Forget fucking him, this was a hundred, no ten hundred, times more satisfying.

Honestly, you expected him to call you into his office at some point, though you were surprised how patient he seemed since he picked Friday and right before you were about to clock out. This may have been his own oversight though, based on the fact that he knew he'd be dipping right into your weekend. Just to add to your misery, why would he not eat up your time?

"Are you insane?"

"...According to my health records, no, not clinically," pausing, you let your eyes wander a bit as you hummed, creating an illusion as if you were thinking through something. Scoffing in response, palm resting at the edge of his desk, you watched as his fingers curled around the margin. Gripping the furniture, you wondered just how agonizing his week had been while his knuckles surfaced an alabaster tone that was wreathed by a rush of blood beneath his skin. Honestly, you only complied to the last minute meeting just to have him relive his entire week through the festering wound you created, "You have got to be fucking crazy."

"Well you aren't a doctor, are you? So what do you know?"

He shot you a look as you smiled at him sarcastically.

"I didn't tell you all of that in confidence, but I didn't think you'd act smart with me," wedging his lip between his teeth in frustration, he finally released the desk as you barked out a laugh. It's the first time either of you hear this curdling trill, and it's rather frightening because you never once imagined that you'd be laughing in the presence of Mr. Im and he certainly never thought he'd be hearing it either.

“...You know, for someone who’s got some kind of issue around women, you seem to know how to fuck them,” lulling your head languidly to the side, you eyes traced over the features on his face as they contorted into a strange expression, “…I said I didn’t know how to interact with them, not that I didn’t know how to have sex with them.”

“All the more reason you should thank me for helping you,” shrugging your shoulders, a smile graced your lips, implying directly that you did him a favor. Which he obviously did not consider. Exhaling a halfhearted laugh, one that does not fill its full resonance, he grit his teeth as he spoke, “Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?”

“Do you have any idea how stupid it sounds that you know how to have sex with women but not talk to them?”

Silence. Because it was stupid.

"...It makes a lot more sense than you imposing your so called help onto me," folding his arms over his chest, he narrowed his eyes while glaring at you, your smile never leaving your lips. You learned, in a matter of days, your actions held more weight than your words. It started on the very first day and his impression of your preparation, it was as if he complimented you when he arrived at expressionless silence. And it also didn't help that the language you both used seemed to be littered with spite alone. It was how you adjusted his schedules so he wouldn't constantly be parked at his desk for twelve to sixteen hours a day, or how you knew that he liked to stand on the right side of the elevator when you accompanied him to meetings. Even how you arranged his pens and documents in the morning to suit his left handed preference, all these little actions that created a warped way of understanding that held no flames to how you responded to him or would call him by his first name as an insult. It's how Jaebeom worked.

"I'm here to guide you Mr. Im, don't question my methods. I'm supposed to be both your support and mentor," placing a hand at your chest, fingertips gently grazing your necklace as you played victim, your sarcastic tone dug right into him as he sneered.

"You're doing a shit job at it."

"Well, I haven't been terminated yet have I? So I might not be so bad," wandering towards the bookshelf beside him, you peered at the generic picture frames that were made into partitions before glancing over your shoulder.

"Well don't get too comfortable," Leaning into his desk, arms still crossed tightly, his stoic expression reeked of rage as you mimicked his stance arrogantly. It really was all about action with him, and it had a lot to do with how well he read others. Watching his eyes roll as he exhaled yet another frustrated breath, your gaze incidentally found that his condition was acting up. Forcing your laughter back down your throat, you decided on a whim to instead, provoke him first, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You really have to ask? Don't get comfortable where you're at."

Realizing that his exasperation to your behavior must have circumvented any other physical response, the receptors in his head simply overworked by the onslaught of cortisol it must have been pumping this whole week, you discern that he had no idea he was straining in his slacks.

"...Speak for yourself," a stride forward, and you impetuously tucked a finger into his belt before pressing your other palm up against his very obvious erection. The sudden tension that plagued his face leaked down every feature until it dripped down his body, his skin instantly searing beneath your touch, "You're getting a little too comfortable, don't you think?"

The impulse trip kicked up again as you squeezed him through the fabric, guiding yourself just a breath closer. Just as you inhale, you captured the blunder of tobacco and pepper cease your senses before feeling the familiar hand grip at your hip, his thumb finding the slope of your protruding bone.

"...That's your best apology for the bullshit you did this week?"

But, that's how Jaebeom worked, his actions were always alluding to his true intentions. One curved revolution and your positions were reversed, your back creased along the edge of his desk as he trapped you with his hands along the margin. Unflinching, your pupils must have been flooded as you locked your gaze with his, fingers gliding up his silk tie before you gripped the fabric and yanked him a little closer, "That's the best you're getting from me."

In one deft motion, he hoisted you up onto the edge of his desk while dipping forward, the perimeter between the two of you filled with only anticipating breaths. It was as if you were both expecting the other to give in first, a quiet war that sparked a flint that was igniting a swarming fire that could be used to burn the other. But in some ways, you were the guilty verdict, and you took that as a victory rather than a loss. Palms settled behind you, you were ready to recline as you abruptly felt Jaebeom's hand press into your spine to restrict your movement, "As much as I'd love to watch you crack your head on the edge of one of my monitors, I'm not really in the mood to clean it up."

It half surprised you that he read your motion even before you committed to it, but he was always a little too observant anyways. Narrowing your eyes at him, the grimace on your lips deepened when he drank in your expression, his fingers gripping the plush of your cheeks as your mouth rested at the valley between his thumb and index. Crooning in the most unbearable tone you had ever heard, you rolled your eyes at him while he spoke, "Don't be a brat, aren't you supposed to be apologizing to me?"

A brat? Wrinkling your nose, you sneered at him, "Takes one to know one, huh?"

Forcing his thumb into your mouth, you were half tempted to bite down — you heard that all it took was the pressure of splitting a small baby carrot with your teeth to detach it from its joint. You decide against it belatedly as you heard sharp droplets littering the wooden surface before rolling onto the plush carpet, peering down at the lost buttons of your blouse, you groan in displeasure before using your tongue to push out his finger, "You fucking idiot, how the hell am I supposed to go home?"

"Not really my problem," shrugging, a shit eating grin plastered over his mouth, he continued his own handy work as he dove into your shoulder while reaching up to cup your breast in one of his hands.

"You're such a fucking jerk."

"Mhmm," savoring the way your jasmine infused perfume clung to the cotton of your shirt, he reached around and unclasped the hooks of your bra as the garment fell. Pushing the sleeves of your shirt away and discarding your bra along with it, you begrudgingly yanked on his tie — harder this time — as you drew him in and pressed your forehead against his, "Are you really not going to apologize for ruining one of my favorite blouses?"

"I don't remember you apologizing to me yet," and he sealed his sentence onto your mouth as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, causing you to freeze up, brows furrowing, "...I told you not to do that."

"I told you not to schedule anyone without my permission."

"It was important."

"You want me to believe you thought it was that important?"

Lies were always a struggle for you to vocalize, they just never seemed to fall from your lips without some sort of awkward contradicting action, and even now you were fumbling with the silk fabric around Jaebeom's neck as you tried to pull it loose, "It could have been."

Sliding his index finger into the knot, he pulled the loop with one swift movement before grabbing ahold of your chin to induce eye contact, "But it wasn't, was it?"

"...I wouldn't know, I wasn't the one meeting with them."

The snarl you heard blossom in his throat had you flinch, Jaebeom taking advantage of your staggered movement by gripping your wrists and bringing them to his belt as he began carefully slipping the buttons of his shirt through their respective holes, "Then I can assure you, they weren't. So no more scheduling useless appointments, right?"

The tone he used put you off, and your decision to push him came into fruition almost immediately when your thumbs simply line the leather and silver plated buckle of the logo, as if memorizing the design. You weren't so keen as to drop your hands, but they certainly were not moving at the pace of his impatience. With your jaw in his hold once more, the empty eye contact held your silence between the two of you, as he articulated with more emphasis, "Right?"

"...Right."

Rather than succumbing — much to his desire — you instead only respond to give him the answer he was seeking, because in all essences, you were the one in control. If Jaebeom wanted to create an opulent fantasy where he could overrule your decision, he certainly had not learned about you the way you had learned about him. Pressing the hook through the hoop as the plate and metal hinge knocked against one another — the only sound that seemed to be reverberating between the short and shallow breaths you both shared — the belt came apart in your hands, a touch of fabric against the suede lining whistling in your ears as you let it descend. The dull thump of the heavy buckle hit the carpet as you kicked your heels off along with it, struggling to shimmy out of your own slacks before feeling your weight lifted up. Tucking you against his sturdy frame with one arm, he effortlessly helped you out of your pants before setting you back on the desk unceremoniously, "You're slow to undress, even this time."

"...You just always know what to say, don't you?"

"I'm rather good with my mouth," the smart comment instantly invoked a heavy desire of wanting to redress yourself and leaving without a single word more.

"Are you? Jokes are only funny when you're not lying."

"Do you think I'm lying?"

You weren't sure what your initial intention was but that was a threat, you were sure of it. But a threat you were tempted to see through. There was a prominent suggestion swirling in your mind as you contemplated whether to guide it into vocalization or to simply continue and slice through his ego, perhaps gaining a more intense result if you committed to the latter. The performative action of how you uncrossed your legs decided for you, "I don't believe things until I see them."

"Since when did your apology turn into me doing you a favor?"

Mouth agape, you feigned shock, "A favor? Mr. Im, it's only a favor if it's good."

And you receive the response you were eager to be in through the presence of a brute and concise expression of competition that riddled the perimeter of his whole face. Though he seemed to be composed, you realized early on that Im Jaebeom was a competitive bastard and a few carefully plucked nuanced words were all you needed to get his ignition going. You also realize, in the few moments where you let him finally rid you of the last garment on your body, he doesn't know how to take a joke the same way he delivers them and when he flattens his tongue ardently against your bundle of nerves, you suddenly realize what they meant when they said there were 8,000 of these endings in the clitoris alone. Dipping backwards, you winced as you felt Jaebeom yank your hips closer to him, skidding along the smooth wood and his teeth sinking into your inner thigh as he spoke into your skin, "I told you to be careful your hard head might crack one of the monitors."

The only noise you could utter in response is a groan as he stiffened his tongue back against you, causing an instant slur of moans to escape your lips. As much as people liked to credit the heightened experience of alcohol induced sex, there honestly was no comparison to sobriety, not when you felt every fervent breath between the calculated way Jaebeom used his tongue against you. Even the gentle brush of his teeth against your skin caused you to squirm in absolute delight, feeling yourself drip over every lick you received. Pure euphoric noises passed your lips as your fingers threaded through his hair the moment he slid a finger into you, and even he noticed how hard you were clenched around him. The labored breaths that sunk your lungs was his indicator that you weren't going to last, unraveling at his hands as he pulled away, timed perfectly before your uncoiling. Gasping desperately, you peered at him with a dazed expression as the words fell out on their own, "Why did you stop?"

"To check if it was good."

The violent desire of having his mouth meet your fist was all that roused your thoughts as your hazy expression began to take a tumble, absolutely speechless at his childish action. But he reassured you that he was simply the same asshole, nothing quite so new, you thought he was when he cleared his throat, "...If it was, you can tell me, and I can finish the job."

"So you got a praise kink, now?"

Earning yourself a deadpanned eye roll you can't help but expel an amused laugh, watching him hover over you with an acrid and unimpressed expression, "I mean, I wouldn't be surprised...What with you being an only child, mommy and daddy showering you in all their attention, right?"

There was a fleeting spark of something that crossed over his eyes, just for a moment, and if you had not been staring directly at him you may have missed it. It was a strange chill that emulated an emptiness you had not felt in ages, but you don't address it as he readjusted the banter back towards a boundary you had not meant to cross, realizing you may have not learned all you thought you did, "Call it whatever you want, but unless you say it, you're going to be the one dealing with your own mess."

"Mess? At least when I put my pants on, it doesn't look like I have a weapon on me."

"...So you think it's that big?"

Sucking in your lips, you held them in place with your teeth, a tight line bit down desperately when you realize your words were getting clumsier the more you spoke. Though he wouldn't be lying, you weren't willing to disclose that information with him just yet, "...You did good."

"That's it?"

"Very good," your eyes turned like a dial as you nudged your knee at him, "Are you going to let me cum now or what?"

"I don't know, it doesn't feel as convincing when you say it..." The provocation is supported by a warm growl that you recall from several nights back, a sound that easily caused a kindling and lust filled response. Typically, he spoke with a natural timbre and tone that even the occasions when he cleared his throat to speak during presentations caused your mind to stray and wander far from your reality. You let him win the round, "Could you please? You were right, your mouth is not just for talking shit."

You couldn't help the latter, honestly. But instead of taking offense he bellowed a laugh of disbelief, "Are you seriously begging and insulting me in the same breath?"

"Will it get you to go down on me again?"

"If it was that good, I thought you'd be more desperate."

Pride in humans was such a complex concept that molted and formed where it needed to, and it found a home between your legs at this moment, your knees kissing to relieve some of the tension you had pent up inside you, "...I need you to do it again, please? It was good, and I honestly don't know if it will feel the same if I try and get myself off."

The words jumbled when you attempted to feed them back into your own ears, the sound of distance in your own voice causing confusion in the strange tone and desire that lost to your human will. But the moments you have to feel any last shred of embarrassment is dispersed as soon as you felt Jaebeom's grip on your thigh, spreading your legs once more before continuing his ministrations. Pleasure instantly washed over you as he worked his middle finger back in, lips encapsulating your swollen bundle of nerves as he worked in tandem to let you meet your peak once more. Convulsing as your abdomen tightened, your fingers card back through Jaebeom's messy hair as you gripped hard and bucked your hips forward. When he referred to how apparent your arousal was by calling it a mess he should have simply referred to you instead, your reaction was intrinsic but your movements and inherent being were falling apart before him. A final exhale and you choked out his name while a high pitched moan managed to gather and release from your tongue.

The moment you found to steady your breath is the same one that Jaebeom used to turn you over on his desk, your chest against the wood surface as he propped your knee up at the edge. Hissing as you attempted to adjust for comfort, he selfishly began pressing against your overstimulation as your arms gave out from your position, "Why are you always so impatient?!"

"Can you not comment once in a while, I let you cum already."

Your hips react differently to the way he lined his tip up and down your folds as opposed to your tone, back arching to meet his touch with wanton abandon as you shuddered when he finally entered you. If you were still in the mood to tease him, you liked to think you would have turned around and retorted some well thought out remark, but even then that could have lost to the possibility that the results would be the same. You had him inside of you recently, but somehow it felt like the first time again, the stretch sudden but coercing adrenaline in a way that blinded any initial soreness by raw pleasure. Fervent fingertips traced up your hips and finally to your waist, you plant one hand to pitch you up on the desk but the other curled around his bare wrist — if you grabbed his watch, you knew you'd leave a bruise on him with how tightly you're holding — giving it a squeeze. With no surprise or hesitation, Jaebeom took his cue and pushed his length entirely into you as you moaned.

The pace is slow for only as long as you can sneak a respiration, but his rhythm easily picked up to suit his impatience, and the string of obscenities that left your lips was growing in volume and length. Dousing the back of your neck with his breath, your sensory overload had you losing the last bit of control you had, submitting even your pleasure over to him as he thrust into you with perfect strokes, back and forth. The only focus you had left was to not cum too early and give him new ammunition to use against you, because he seemed to take pride in what he could manage to squeeze, whether that was a reaction or a way to beg him to fuck you, you now learned.

Without intention, you managed to complete his request of not commenting, simply relinquishing noises of delight and pleasure. Reaching for your neck with his free hand, he gently wrapped his fingers around your throat as you felt your skin blister from anticipation — it was sick how much he must have paid attention the first time if he noticed that you got off with how he choked you. Refusing to react, you simply pushed your hips back at the same rate he fucked you against the desk before his grip fused against your skin, pressing the column of your throat to capture your breath. You quietly thanked him for having turned you around because you weren't sure what kind of face you were making, lost in bliss the way every inch of his cock stretched you and how his rough hands were keeping the last bit of controlled ownership to himself.

Stifled moans are the last emission you can manage as you feel the quick snap of your core, completely unwound as Jaebeom crashed his hips into yours. By now, he knew exactly what you felt like when you were cumming, clenched around him and he'd be lying if he said there wasn't an insatiable desire that caused him to chase it every time. Not slowing his pace, he released your neck while pulling you closer towards him, his warm skin greeting your own while you rode out the last bit of your orgasm with soft whines, "You've cum twice and I still haven't gotten an apology."

There it was. But you don't have the energy to argue rather, you languidly reached around and draped your hand over his neck while catching your breath, peering up at him, "...I'm sorry I let all the nice and pretty girls in the company bother you this week. Don't be too mean, they just think you're cute."

Your words snuck between labored breaths as your half lidded eyes shut, your body still drowning in a post high you weren't quite sure you would come down from. There isn't any effort from you as he continued to thrust up to meet your hips, a smudged bout of laughter leaving his throat, "Never thought I'd hear you actually apologize."

"Then why'd you mention it."

"Just to mess with you."

"...You're such a fucking jerk, you know," while you mumbled, he moved his fingers that were originally inside of you against your lips, allowing you to taste what was left of when you soaked his skin and it's enough to make you want to cum against his cock again. You still hadn't figured out why he lasted so long and you decided it was because of his reverse erectile dysfunction, it had to be. When you managed to finish catching your breath, reality no longer lapsing you between a euphoric lust led fantasy, you alternated between how tightly you squeezed him with each thrust — hoping this would usher him to his end, but he doesn't react how you expect, instead his hands traveling over every inch of your skin and causing you to shudder.

It wouldn't be right to cum again, you keep telling yourself, but the way he's groping your breasts or how his fingertips were dug into your thigh was convincing you otherwise, "...I'm gonna cum."

You think the admission is at least better than not mentioning it at all, now for the third time, but you decide it's much worse once his lips pressed against your neck — just below your ear — and he whispered in a tone so gentle that the way he said it probably was what caused you to unravel rather than the way he fucked you, "Go ahead, cum."

Instant gratification was at his disposal as you leaned forward, only held in place by Jaebeom's arm around your waist as anything below your hips grew hot then numb, your toes curling in response to your body's reaction. Mentally you chant and beg for him to finish because you can assure yourself you're not going to be conscious for much longer, and though he could read others well, you started to wonder if he pretended he didn't know your intent especially when you felt his finger against your clit, "Wait!"

The yelp is instant as you shivered against him, torn between a mix of succumbing to every pleasurable desire you ever had being fulfilled or stopping to catch up with how your body’s reaction. Jaebeom, of course, ignored your request as you puddled out moans from your throat. Teeth in your shoulder, the onslaught of sensations were overwhelming every one of your receptors because it really did feel that good yet you couldn't savor any particular moment because it happened all at once.

Lost in a haze, your body felt as though it no longer belonged to you, every extremity inherently detached from the organic state and so heightened by pleasure and tension that they were simply extensions hanging from a frame. If begging could get Jaebeom to finish, you would have done it but you didn’t have the slightest idea how to coax him to cum. What was so intricate about the male physiology, anyways? Yet, through contradiction, you were the one spent over and over. The sudden rough grip on your breast forced you to hiss as the erratic tempo of Jaebeom’s thrusts offered a possibility of an end — finally — while your eyes pooled, festooning your cheeks with tears that were gifted from overstimulation.

The ragged breathing into your skin was your relief as you felt his sudden pull, but in your panic — especially from his disorganized way of spilling and leaving behind his mess — you gripped his wrist, “Just cum inside.”

“What?” A disgusted expression plagued his face as he seemed to lose his rhythm, “You really are fucking cra—”

“I’m on birth control so get over yourself and it’s gonna get on the carpet and your desk,” narrowing your eyes at him, you spoke quickly through your breathy pants. With a contorted expression, he rolled his eyes as he simply nodded, and not a breath later you could hear his painstakingly elongated growl. Shivering at the tone and how he held your hips in place, you finally released a sigh of relief before reaching over the desk to grab the tissue box near his keyboard. While his grip loosened, you secretly savored the warm and viscous feeling of how he filled you.

Watching your fingers tremor as you carried the cardboard container, you realized just how tense you must have been the entire time. Focused on gaining a proper grip back, you witnessed a flash of white as Jaebeom snatched several sheets and did the cleaning himself — much to your surprise and a tinge of embarrassment. You'd mostly expected to have done it on your own, and though this was already the second time you were allowing yourself to be completely naked and blissed out from being fucked by him, something about this action had induced some form of shyness. Gentle swipes over your skin and you listened to him discard the sheets as you whimpered while removing your knee from the desk, a heavy red mark along your thigh and your hip searing with initiated soreness.

The marks and fatigue would fade into an ephemeral glimmer, the same way your high would only last those fleeting moments more, but now in your sobriety you were left with an impression you weren't quite so sure would emulate the same transience. Several nights ago, you barely remembered how you managed to get your dress back on, how you purchased your breakfast, or even how you ended up at the park. Now, with full clarity, you were pulling on fabric over your skin with amplified sensory, listening to how every zip and clasp reattached itself in utter silence. It left your mind to wander once more, why you let this second time even ensue, better yet with your initiation. Two for two, right? You hadn't felt such a deeply mortifying realization until this moment as you awkwardly attempted to figure out how to wrap your blouse so you wouldn't be committing some form of public indecency.

How the hell were you supposed to get home?

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Deranged: part 3

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part1 part 2

Pairing: jaebum x reader

Summary: a psychiatrist au! Where some psychiatrists would do anything to save their patients like a real doctor but consequences don’t let ‘em.

a/n: I’ll try that things get creepy from now.

---x---

‘‘Not always who looks deranged is mad sometimes wisest looking person can turn out to be the biggest crazy’‘

You came back home rooted from the events of your first day at asylum. You let out a deep breath and threw your bag on the couch before heading to kitchen that’s where you saw Jackson standing sipping on his coke.

‘’Hey you’re home’’ he cheered noticing you.

‘’Hey loser’’

‘’You left in morning without telling me and didn’t reply to my single message’’ he complained sulkily.

‘’I was at work’’

‘’What work’’

‘’I’m a psychiatrist at an asylum and I couldn’t be late for my first day also I thought to tell you but you were snoring loudly so I thought not to disturb you’’

‘’You could’ve replied to my text at least also I don’t snore’’ he said sulkily at last words.

‘’I wasn’t allowed to use phone in asylum and you do snore’’

‘’No I don’t snore I was hungover last night so maybe that’s why you saw me like that’’

‘’Whatever you were snoring right’’ you rasped as a matter of fact.

‘’Whatever’’ he rolled his eyes. ‘’oh and by the way my friend’s hosting a party, you are coming’’

‘’No way am already exhausted I’m not going any of your stupid friend’s party’’ you said stepping out of kitchen to lock yourself in your room.

‘’Please!’’ he said tugging at your hand sitting on knees ‘’I don’t have a car I can’t go there’’

‘’I’ll give you my car keys’’

‘’I don’t know driving’’

‘’liar but it’s still fine you can call uber’’

‘’I don’t have money for uber’’

‘’I’ll pay’’ you said taking your phone out which Jackson grasped from your hold.

‘’See I can’t go alone it’ll look awkward you know I never stay alone even for a minute specially at parties’’

‘’Nah never’’ you said jerking your hand away from his clutch but not even a millisecond later he grasped it again.

‘’I’m begging you please just this time, can’t you help your dearest friend’’

‘’I hate you’’ you shouted. ‘’Just this time’’

‘’Yeah deal’’ he rasped contentedly with a grin ‘’I love you’’ he exclaimed hugging you tight like always.

‘’I wouldn’t live to go to that party if you didn’t leave me in a second I’m running out of oxygen’’ you screamed pushing him away.

‘’Oh okay’’ he let go of you.

‘’Do you always have to hug so tight, you’ll kill me someday’’

‘’That’s my style of fondling pretty dangerous but that’s how I like it’’

You drove to the destination where Jackson’s friend’s party was supposed to be and was stunned to see the decorations. The bright golden lights engulfed the perimeter but was overshadowed to the accessories which gave it a chef’s kiss.

The environment looked so posh which was different from what you had expected. On the contrary of dark lights enclosing and alternative music blasting through speakers with drunk people chiming it was high toned like it was some special event.

‘’Jackson what’s this party about’’

‘’oh… my friend welcomed a baby girl few days ago so he’s celebrating that’’ he said and you glared at him. Fury incinerating in you highly, your temper was scalding at this point.

‘’And you’re telling me this now don’t you think we should have taken some gift for the girl’’

‘’Ah don’t worry about it I already sent them a lot of gifts this morning with my name on every box, you know so they know that it’s from me, they all are expensive too’’ he cooed coolly.

‘’I thought you said you don’t have any money’’

‘’That’s true I spent all of my money on gifts’’

‘’So how will you go back to Hong Kong’’

‘’Who’s going Honk Kong I’m here permanent and I’ll ask my dad about money don’t you worry’’

‘’Wait you aren’t going back’’ you blabbed remembering about the night when you left jaebum waiting in club for Jackson because you thought jacks will leave in a few days back for Hong Kong. If there was fire blazing inside you, so this news now poured fuel in it.

‘’No my work is finished in Hong Kong so I’m here permanent’’ he cooed.

‘’I will kill you’’

‘’Why are you sad that I’m back, I thought you missed me’’ he rasped opening the door to go in followed by you.

‘’The night you were back I left someone waiting in club ‘cause I thought you’ll leave in a few days so I should spend time with you, If I would’ve known it I wouldn’t waste my time on you’’

‘’Oh jeez but I didn’t know you’ve left someone waiting for me’’ he rasped shrugging his shoulders.

‘’Right, my fault’’

‘’Yeah exactly’’ he cooed and you glared at him.

‘’C’mon let’s greet him’’ he said hinting about his friend receiving a nod from you. You followed him from behind and stopped when he found his friend behind him.

‘’Hey man congratulations’’ Jackson greeted first.

‘’Thanks bro’’

‘’Did you get my presents’’

‘’Yeah and you don’t have to send me so much presents okay’’

‘’Wow no thank you’’ he whined earning a chuckle from the man.

‘’Thanks man’’ he said.

‘’Oh and by the way meet my friend she is (y/n) and he is Mark’’ Jackson said motioning towards you.

‘’Hi and congratulations’’ you greeted delicately shaking his hand.

‘’ Hello and thanks’’ Mark cooed politely shaking your hand.

‘’Hey you have to tell me a-lot of things’’ Jackson rasped to Mark.

Jackson and Mark kept talking for an hour actually just for ten minutes but it felt like it was an hour, about the topics you weren’t interested in and you stood their smiling on whatever they were blabbing.

You felt like eavesdropping on both of them. So, when you were sure their attention is not on you, you decided to walk away. Meanwhile a waiter came by your side offering red wine, which you respectfully acquiesced.

You stood in corner sipping on your wine and watching the crowd. You wondered if the smiles plastered on their faces are real or it’s just a fake face mask to show how genuine they are. Maybe that’s how the world works people always pretend that they care about us and is happy with our happiness but this all can be a face fake mask.

The smiles we share, the oaths we take doesn’t mean anything. In a twist of an event our biggest friend becomes our biggest rival. And the crowd well you can never believe them, you can never judge who is true and who is not whenever a new person rises his voice the crowd start listening to him no matter if he’s saying even for your good. Throwing these parties is all a waste of time many of them maybe not even happy to see that you are pleased.

Just then someone took the place next to you bringing you out of your reverie at first you didn’t care to even check who that person is but when he sipped loudly you couldn’t help the disgust maybe he did for purpose to grab your attention and your prediction turned into a fact when you saw who the person is.

‘’Gosh what you are doing here’’ You whined shocked upon seeing Jaebum.

‘’Of course I would be here the organizer of this party is an old friend of mine, the question is why you’re here’’

‘’A friend brought me here’’

‘’Who’’

‘’A friend’’ you let out irked.

‘’Ah… I mean who’s that friend’’

‘’You may not know him’’

‘’I know everyone here’’ Jaebum stated.

‘’Jackson’’ you told him.

‘’Wait you’re a friend of Jackson’’ he asked amazed.

‘’Do you know him’’ you asked and he nodded.

‘’We know each other from a long time, wait is Jackson the drunk friend you were resisting the other night’’ he asked.

‘’Yeah it’s him’’

‘’What a punishment he talks a lot when he is drunk well he usually too but when he is drunk he talks more’’

‘’I know’’ you said and he looked at you, basically scrutinized you from head to toe.

‘’You look like someone I may leave with tonight’’

‘’Can you stop flirting’’ you said intimidated.

‘’Not when you are looking so attractive’’ he cooed in your ear, he was dangerously close to you now.

‘’You said you’ll keep things professional between us’’

‘’That was for when we’re working, we aren’t working now’’ he cooed in your ear bringing his body even close to your side.

‘’Well I suggest you should stop this someone might get wrong idea’’

‘’What we are doing isn’t pure either let them think that we are attracted to each other’’

‘’I suggest you stop this attraction thing’’

‘’Do you think I will not be attracted to you after what was about to happen the other night in club’’ he said making you reminisce the events of that night. You under him, he on atop of you on a couch of a public club.

You swallowed the thick lump building inside your throat and decided to walk away without saying anything to him meanwhile he smirked widely feeling proud of his dirty deed.

You kept thinking about what jaebum said the whole night ‘‘do you think I wouldn’t be attracted to you after what was about to happen the other night in club’’ it kept resounding in your mind perpetually.

After god knows how many toss and turns you felt asleep and when you woke up in morning same thing repeated. You needed a cold shower to forget everything. It may help.

You continued on your way with Isaiah in the empty, quiet, immaculate hallway of asylum.

‘’So how was your first day of training with Jaebum’’

‘’Well I surely learned so much from him’’ you hated to admit it but Jaebum was actually a skilled psychiatrist who manoeuvre what he did. It would take so much to be like him.

‘’He really is skilled. I have to admit it he started much later after me yet he is much better than I am. In just a few years he became so better’’ he rambled and you couldn’t help but acquiesce with what he was saying.

‘’I noticed he really have a unique way of dealing with patients. All of them were very comfortable with him’’

‘’This is true. I guess you are in subordinate of perfect person, you will surely learn so much from him’’ Isaiah said and you nodded.

You both kept walking in the empty hallway when you heard screams from the end of hallway. Voice of loud squabbles outspread in the office at the end of hallway. You rushed with Isaiah to office. Isaiah opened the door and you saw Riley and Jaebum wrangling in the office of jaebum.

‘’Stop the ruckus what is going on here’’ Isaiah shouted at both of them. They halted immediately as soon as Isaiah entered the scene. ‘’what was going on here’’

‘’Nothing’’ Jaebum said stroking his thick, dark, disheveled hair.

‘’Do you have any session now’’ he asked both of them.

‘’I do’’ jaebum said.

‘’What about you Riley’’ Isaiah asked.

‘’I also have one’’ Riley countered.

‘’Then I’ll see you both at the end of the day, this kind of behaviour is unacceptable here’’

‘’It was really nothing’’ Jaebum spat back.

‘’Then you both better go for your work and make it up with each other you’re not some high school kids’’ Isaiah scolded before moving out of office followed by Riley who left shooting a glare to Jaebum.

‘’what was going on’’ you asked when Isaiah and Riley left.

‘’Nothing’’ he replied.

‘’It doesn’t seem like nothing’’

‘’I said nothing happened’’ Jaebum shouted furiously making you flinch and take a step back.

‘’I was just trying to help but if you don’t need it that’s all right’’ you said not looking at him and that’s when Jaebum realized what he did. He calmed down immediately.

‘’It isn’t like that (y/n) I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I was furious because of the fight I had with Riley’’

‘’I know I was asshole yesterday but you can actually talk to me if something ain’t right’’ you said coolly forgetting about how he acted a few minutes before.

‘’I know but it’s something you can’t help me with’’

‘’What was the fight about’’

‘’Randy’’ he said and you already felt goosebumps rise on your skin despite not even knowing anything that man gave you an eerie feeling you didn’t know why.

‘’He used to be Riley’s patient but few days before he asked Isaiah to be my patient and Isaiah did as he requested but today Riley asked me to have Randy back’’

‘’But why, why would he fight over a patient to you’’ you asked.

‘’I don’t know anything about that’’

‘’Did any other patient of his ever moved under your list’’

‘’Yeah a couple of times’’ Jaebum replied.

‘’and he always fought over that’’

‘’Never we only quarrelled when I would steal his favourite chips but those quarrels were never this bad’’ he said and you wriggled your eyebrows like you found out something and jaebum understood it too.

‘’Don’t you think there’s something with Randy’’ you said.

‘’Yeah… I was thinking the same but we can’t assume anything without being sure maybe he’s just mad because I keep stealing his patients and he want to prove around that he’s better’’

‘’Riley doesn’t look the type who would be jealous because his patients are moving in another person’s list. There has to something intense but you’re right we can’t assume anything’’ you said.

‘’Well for now we have a session in few minutes’’ he suggested and you nodded. You went to your psych ward where your patient was sitting. There was a young boy barely in his early twenties. You wondered what story he had to be here getting a short Doyle act.

‘’Hey! Yugyeom’’ Jaebum greeted.

‘’Hi’’ the boy said then he looked towards you ‘’who is he’’ he asked.

‘’She’s a new psychiatrist but she’s learning now how we deal and work around here so she doesn’t create a mess’’ jaebum explained

‘’From you’’ the boy asked wriggling his eyebrows.

‘’Yeah of course, what do you mean by from you’’ jaebum asked sulkily and you chuckled.

‘’No I mean I don’t think she’ll learn anything from you. You’re always joking around. Doctor you should better ask Isaiah you’ll not learn anything from him’’ yugyeom said.

‘’I’m the best doctor here’’ Jaebum sulked causing you and yugyeom to laugh.

Rest of the session went smooth. Finally you were starting to get some of his techniques which gave him crème de la crème type personality. The techniques which made him a perfect attaboy.

‘’G’ morning Randy’’ Jaebum said bashfully to his last patient of the day.

‘’It’s evening’’ He retorted.

‘’Right, good evening’’ jaebum corrected with a scoff ‘’so tell me something about you, Randy’’

‘’I’m not in mood’’ he said facing the other side.

‘’Okay so tell me something interesting, will ya’’

‘’Don’t want to’’

‘’Well we can’t help you if you won’t budge in okay, we aren’t stupid who’ll abide all your tantrums and you should know that, this kind of behaviour can lead you to 302 hold y’know’’ you scolded. The patient looked at you and shifted in his seat. Jaebum smiled at you before scribbling some pages.

‘’So tell us something Randy’’ you said.

‘’like what’’

‘’Just anything’’

‘’Okay give me some time to think’’ he said solemnly.

After your session was finished with Randy you were walking in empty hallway with Jaebum to head his office when he started his teasing.

‘’Today it felt like you’re the doctor whilst I’m the intern’’ he teased.

‘’Can you ever stop your teasing’’

‘’No I’ll be bored then, it’s my hobby’’ he said and you trod on his foot causing him hiss in agony.

‘’Can you stop hitting me’’ he whined.

‘’No I’ll be bored then’’ you said to snide him.

‘’What a copycat’’ he griped.

‘’What an asshole’’ you growled.

‘’Okay I’m sorry senior’’ he said teasing you again. You pushed him on the chair which was kept in front of azure coloured wall and he held you hand when he fell. It caused you to fall on his lap when he crashed on the chair. You stared him in his eyes, your one hand on snaked his arm while other was in his hand which he held tightly. You quickly stood up from his lap fixing your pencil skirt.

‘’looks like you have work no work to do’’ Riley’s voice echoed through the end of the hallway. You both faced towards the end of hallway where he was standing with a devilish smirk on his face.

‘’Yeah I don’t have work to do since some others are so persistent about doing my chores’’ Jaebum yelled.

‘’C’mon I was just kidding’’ Riley said pacing towards you both he stopped when he was close enough to you both ‘’hey see I’m sorry about morning’’ he continued.

‘’I’m sorry too I let it fell out of hand’’ jaebum said standing up from chair he was still seated on when you dragged him.

‘’It’s my fault actually, so if you’re free let’s go and eat something that will do to reconcile our friendship back’’ he said.

‘’Yeah only if you don’t fight with me after I steal your favourite chips’’ Jaebum teased causing Riley to chuckle.

‘’Yeah fine you can have ‘em’’

It was late night almost ten when you were walking down the stairs. Darkness permeated the place. The light was almost non- existent so you had to turn off your flashlight of your phone. Your feet were starting to blister from walking so much. Despite from pretending to be nice this work included to walk around so much too.

You heard voices from the cells on the other side of floor when you were about to turn but stopped when voices grew louder. By this time, all of the patients were suppose to sleeping you were clear with this point. So you stopped to check what this was about.

You turned off your flashlight and silently walked towards the way the voices were coming from and were left bewildered when you saw Riley mumbling something to a scared Randy.

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