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bt7hoes-blog · 5 years

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jinyoung oneshot where his s/o is a youtuber and pulls a prank on him? it is okay if you cant do it, either way, thank you!

That was a challenge but I loved writing it sorry it took me so long 💛

~admin S

Hickey| Park Jinyoung one shot

Genre: comedy(?) Kinda angsty

Enjoy~

Being a youtuber is fun, like really fun. You get to hang out with many people, follow the trends, go from the ice bucket challenge to the bottle flip challenge to the mannequin challenge. You can make people feel good you can make them laugh. It doesn't matter if you have 2 subscribers (aka your parents), 2000 or 2000000. It feels good.

This time the fans asked for a prank, a prank on your boyfriend Jinyoung. Jinyoung was fun, he seemed distant and serious but he wasn't always like that. He loved dating a youtuber. Almost always.

It was time for you to pick a theme for your next video that's why you were looking at fan's comments and that's when it hit you. Prank on boyfriend is something you had never done. You were afraid of Jinyoung's reaction but you were sure you would both laugh with it in the future. The "hickey" prank seemed like the safest idea so you started preparing immediately. You picked the right eyeshadows and started painting a spot on your neck. By the time you were done it really looked like an actual hickey and you smiled proudly to yourself. Now all you needed was to let your camera shooting you and Jinyoung. You placed it on the furniture next to the TV and took a seat on the couch where the view was clear and Jinyoung would be home soon. You let your hair down so that you could pick them up later to reveal the "mark"

A few moments later the keys on the door were heard and you pretended that you were writing something on the PC.

"Hi baby" he smiled at you and you low key felt bad for the prank but not too much.

"Hiiii, sit here I will be done in a bit and we can watch a movie. "

"Sure! What are you writing? "

"Um just answering some fan comments"

He sat beside you and started checking out his phone and some minutes later you picked your hair up in a ponytail.

you felt him taking a quick look at you and then staring surprised. You looked at him with a pretentious shocking look.

"What is it?"

"What's that on your neck?"

"What's what on my neck?"

"THAT" He said and pointed towards the "hickey" on your neck as he opened the front camera of his phone.

"Hmm I don't know." You were trying your best to keep a poker face and you were good at this so far and tried to pay attention to your computer.

"I'm serious! Please look at me!" he got up in frustration.

"How did you get that hickey?"

"Jinyoung it isn't a hickey"

"And what is it? I'm not an idiot! Who did that to you?"

You looked at him apologetically with a dash of guilt and regret.

"Please talk to me." You could see the anger all over himself, all over his actions and you wanted to start laughing but that would be too bad.

"Jinyoung..."

"Yes?."

You placed a finger on that mark and rubbed it slightly removing a part of the color and then showed him that finger.

"see?" You asked him trying not to laugh

He leaned closer and repeated your moves himself.

"Say hi to the camera." You said and smiled watching him being completely shocked just staring at the camera as you had fallen in the couch laughing your heart out.

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your-kpopmama · 6 years

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1000 Follower Drabble - #3

Song Rec: Dawn of Us - Jackson Wang

Word Count: 3175

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jackson x Female Reader

Type: Werewolf!Jackson

AN: Wow I ran with this one too. Jesus I didn’t mean for it to be this long. ;-; ENJOY ANYHOW

“You’re doing great.” The old man beside you whispered words of encouragement. He was currently smoothing your damp hair away from your face, as another wave of pain tore through your body. Screaming in the darkness, the sound reverberated off the stone walls. A cold cloth was placed on your forehead, soon to be scalding hot from your own body temperature burning up. You have never been this hot in your life, and you were convinced you were melting into a puddle on this god forsaken cave floor.

“She’s not going to make it.” the old man spoke to someone you couldn’t see. You may have been out of it from the pain, but you were awake enough to understand what he was saying. You silently cursed yourself for taking on that campers request. In all your three years of working as a park ranger in this part of the country, wolves had never been a problem, it was simply unheard of. You wanted to prove that camper wrong, that were in fact weren’t any wolves in this area, and you ended up being proved wrong.

You walked down a dark path next to the campsite where the man was staying. Rustling was heard all around you. You assumed it was some rabbits or something, but you were sorely mistaken when a large wolf came bounding out after you. Teeth bared, and breath visible in the darkness. You screamed and dropped your flashlight, turning on your heel trying to get back to the park’s jeep. You weren’t fast enough. It gripped your ankle and dragged you down, shaking it’s head and twisting your leg - a horrible crunching noise filling the night air - and you knew it was broken. It made sure you weren’t getting away.

Just as fast as it had happened though, it was over. The wolf was gone, and the only thing around you was silence, You didn’t even have the energy to cry. It wasn’t until some time later that a man around your age found you. You begged him to take you to a hospital. He asked what happened and you explained. He cursed, at what you weren’t sure, but he loaded you up in the jeep nonetheless and drove deeper into the forest. Through the haze that was settling in around your vision, you looked at the man driving your jeep. His face was contorted in worry. He kept sneaking small glances at you, worry radiating off his body. He was shirtless, you noticed. He wore a pair of simple workout shorts and had no shoes on from what you could tell. His hair was short and black, hardly moving in the wind that blew through the open windows.

“Where..where..are we..” you couldn’t form a full sentence before pain ripped through your body and a loud scream took place of the words. The man driving cursed again and the jeep sped up.

He took you to a save deep into the forest from what you could tell. He hopped out of the drivers seat and made his way towards you. You felt his arms slip under your body as he began to carry you. The pain was too much and you lost consciousness.

It wasn’t until that older man was telling you one thing and telling someone else, whom you assumed was the man who brought you, another thing. Were you doing great? It didn’t feel like it. So maybe the truth was that you weren’t going to make it. What kind of infection spreads that quickly? You didn’t understand. You didn’t want to understand. You just wanted to go home and lay in your bed and curl up with your cat. Visions of your family began flashing through your mind as you began to lose consciousness again.

“Hey, you awake?” you felt a hand caress your cheek softly as a cold cloth was placed on your forehead once again. This time, it stayed cold. Your body was no longer burning up and you felt amazing.No more pain. Nothing. Maybe you were dead.

“Am I dead?” you voiced.

A soft chuckle came from beside you, “Far from it. You’re alive and you’re healthy. That’s all that matters.”

You nodded and tried to open your eyes slowly. You were expecting bright white light, but what you got was a soft glow of an oil lamp beside the bed you were laying on. Shadows dances across the wall with the flicker of the flame. You turned your head to the left, where the man was sitting and noted it was the same man from last night. Maybe last night? You weren’t sure how much time passed. However, this time he was fully clothed in a black tshirt and a pair of jeans.

“I’m Jackson.” he said with a toothy grin.

“YN.” you croaked.

“Are you up for some chit chat?” a familiar voice came through the half lit room. Jerking your head in that direction, startled, you saw the old man from last night. He seemed to be in better spirits than the other night.

“Yeah.” you breathed.

He walked further into the room and sat down on the chair Jackson was previously sitting on. He moved the chair a bit closer to you and began rummaging through a bag he had brought in with him. He pulled out a stethoscope and began checking your vitals.

“You’re a doctor?” you asked.

“I’m a vet.” he answered bluntly.

“A vet? Don’t you think I need a doctor?” you asked confused.

The old man put down the stethoscope and looked at Jackson with an accusing look, “You didn’t tell her yet?”

“She just woke up before you walked in. It wasn’t exactly like I could be like ‘hey you’re a werewolf, welcome to the pack’ now could I?” Jackson spat back.

“I’m sorry what?” you asked laughing. “A werewolf? What are you guys smoking?”

THe room got quiet and the old man just raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips before getting up and walking towards the door, “I’ll just let Jackson explain.” was all he said before he disappeared.

You sat up in the bed, adjusting the covers around you, suddenly realizing you were in different clothes than from yesterday. You could question him later about which of those perverts saw you naked. Right now, you needed information on what the literal fuck these people were going on about. Your arms crossed in front of your chest as you stared at Jackson for an explanation.

“Well?” you pressed.

“It’s easier to show you than explain, I supposed.” he scratched the back of his neck and stepped back. He removed his shirt, and for the first time you got a good look at his body. It was ripped and you weren’t ashamed to be staring. It wasn’t until he leaned down to take his pants off did you take your eyes off of him.

“What are you doing?!” you squealed, pulling the blankets to cover your face.

“Please, you’re going to have to get used to it. Nakedness isn’t a big deal around here.” he scoffed.

You pulled the blanket down to uncover one eye and saw Jackson standing there in all his naked glory. Well, he at least had the decency to turn around so the only thing you really saw was his ass. He looked over his shoulder, worry etched into his features, “I know you’re going to freak out, but please, keep the screaming to a minimum.”

“Why would I- OH MY GOD!” you shrieked as you started to watch his body ripple. His skin began to shed and in it’s place, fur grew. He went from standing on two legs to all fours. Hands and feet turned into paws, and his face turned grotesquely into that of a wolves. In the matter of thirty seconds, a man turned into a large black wolf right in front of your eyes. Your eyes were boring into his. Not breaking contact. You could have swore the damn thing smiled, that couldn’t be possible, right? Animals can’t smile.

Just as fast as it happened, he turned back into a human again. This time facing towards you, so you got the full view this time around. In your hurry to cover your eyes, you managed to fall off the bed and land with a loud thud onto the floor. Jackson was suddenly kneeling beside you, helping you back up into the bed.

“Are you alright?” he asked concerned.

You nodded and looked at him, realizing he was still naked, you swatted at him to get away, “For heaven’s sake, put some clothes on!” you shouted, earning a laugh from him as he gathered his clothes and dressed quickly as you kept your head turned.

“Done.” he said.

Swiveling your head back towards Jackson you saw that he was in fact dressed once again, relief flooding through your body. He may be okay with being naked in front of other people, but you weren’t. “So, that proves you’re a...a..were..wolf..” the sentence felt weird rolling off your lips, “but that doesn’t prove I am.” you said defiantly.

Jackson sighed and grabbed a mirror off the table and held it up towards you. The reflection that stared back at you wasn’t human, entirely anyhow. Your ears were pointed at the top, your skin a bit darker than what it usually was. The thing that shocked you the most was the bright blue eyes that stared back at you instead of the normal dark brown. Your hands moved to your face as you began to feel all over your features. “This is a nightmare.” you whispered.

Jackson sat beside you and shook his head, “Afraid not, princess. It’s real life. Don’t worry though. Your features will go back to normal after another 24 hours. It’s a side effect of the change.”

“So what.. that wolf that attacked me...that was a werewolf? What, do you guys just go around biting random ass people?” you could feel yourself getting heated.

“No. We don’t know who that was. A rogue I’m assuming.” he explained.

“It doesn’t matter! Things like that shouldn’t even happen! What did I do to deserve this?! I didn’t ask for this!” as if it was out of your control, your temper was building up. You felt like you were going to explode.

“Hey...yn, calm down..” Jackson stood up and backed away a few steps, his hands held up.

“Calm down?!” you laughed crazily, “You want me to calm down?!” your body felt like it was vibrating. It was thrumming with adrenaline now.

“Listen, if you don’t calm down, you’re going to change. You can’t do that just yet. You’re not prepared.” Jackson tried reasoning.

“Do you think I would be prepared! This is madness!” and that was all it took. You could physically feel your skin shifting. You could feel it ripping as patches of fur began to take over your body. THe pain was excruciating, but thankfully not as bad as the night you were bitten. You fell off the bed and landed on all fours. You began to scream. The scream slowly turned into a howl and before you knew it, you were a full blown wolf. You could feel your body panicking. You were shaking and you were scared. You looked around the room for Jackson and noticed him standing in front of you, eyes wide in wonder. You looked down at yourself and saw your fur was stark white, compared to his midnight black fur.

“Yn, just sit still okay?” Jackson cautioned.

You just stared at him, still unsure of what to do so you stood still as possible. You watched him through wary eyes as he came closer to you, hands outstretched. His fingers found his way into your fur on the top of your head. He knelt down in front of you and he held your face in both of his hands, his thumbs stroking the side of your snout. “That’s a good girl.” he cooed. You let out a low growl, it’s not like you were a dog.

“It’s alright, princess. I’ll take care of you. I know you want to turn back, but you have to calm down first. Once your nerves are calm, you’ll change back, okay? Easy peasy.” he instructed.

You leaned your head down and attempted to lay down, falling in the process, not entirely sure how to work your limbs just yet. You lay on your side and just looked around the room. Jackson sat down fully beside you and moved your head so it was in his lap. His fingers stroked through your fur gently. You would be lying if you said it didn’t feel good, because it did. So good you had to refrain yourself from kicking your back leg in pleasure.

“It’ll be okay, YN. I promise.” Jackson murmured from above you. You huffed through your nose and he just chuckled. “It takes some getting used to, but it gets easier. Pretty soon you can do this at will, angry or calm orr whatever emotion you’re feeling.”

You didn’t want this, but you didn’t have much of a choice. You felt yourself getting tired, so you decided to close your eyes for a moment, and enjoyed Jackson’s fingers scratching behind your ear.

“Try it again.” Jackson instructed.

The two of you were currently outside during daylight for what felt like the first time in eons, but it’s really been a week. News reports played in the back of your mind about your disappearance from the camp ground over a week ago and oddly enough you felt relieved everyone thought you were dead. You wouldn’t know how to live your life around them like this.Jackson had introduced you to the whole community in the middle of this National Park you worked at. You knew it was vast but you didn’t know how big it was that it could hide a whole village of people basically. Everyone was really accepting of you.

“I’m tired!” you whined.

“Boo hoo. One more time then we can go clean up. Come on.” he hunched forward with his hands on his knees, getting into position again. The two of you were currently running through some exercises to help you and your ‘inner wolf’ gain strength. You sighed and crouched down before you took off sprinting across the field and slamming your body into Jackson’s. This time though, you managed to catch him off guard and knocked him to the ground.

Your body lay ontop of his, arms on either side of his head as you grinned triumphantly down at him, “How was that?” you asked breathing hard.

He just nodded up at you and cleared his throat, “Pretty good, actually. I wasn’t expecting that.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he cleared his throat again and gave you a look, did you finally realize you were still on top of him, panting like a dog. Which technically you were, but that’s on technical terms. You got off of him quickly and stood up, offering your hand for helping him up. He grabbed a hold of it and instead of allowing you to help him up, he pulled you back down as he rolled his body on top of yours, pinning you down.

“Bet you weren’t expecting that.” he grinned.

“That wasn’t fair.” you whined again.

“Life isn’t fair.” he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Tell me about it...” you grumbled and looked anywhere but at him.

“Hey..” he whispered. He rolled off of you and sat beside you, helping you into a sitting position. “I know you don’t like this, and I wish there was something I could do for you, but let’s try to make it the best we can, okay?” he offered.

“I’m sorry. You’re giving me all your time and attention to help me out and I’m being a whiny brat. I’m thankful, truly for everything you all have done. And despite this being a shitty situation, I guess it was better than me either dying in the woods or turning into a werewolf and eating my whole family the first time I raged out.” you laughed humorlessly.

“People don’t taste good, you wouldn’t have eaten them.” Jackson declared.

You looked at him in shock, “YOU HAVE EATEN SOMEONE!?”

“What! No! From what I hear. I have never turned a human so I can’t even imagine what they would taste like. But I would assume disgusting. I’ve heard stories.” he explained.

“Mhm.” was all you said.

“I know things are really tough right now, but I just want you to know I will be there for you through it all.” he said, his eyes boring into yours.

You smiled and nudged him with your shoulder, “I know you will. You’re stuck with me. I’m like a stray kitten you feed one time. I just keep coming back until you have no choice but to keep me.” you giggled.

“I’m okay with that.” he breathed. His eyes flickered to your lips for a brief moment before back to your eyes. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

The compliment took you by surprise and you could feel yourself flush from head to toe. You turned your head to the side and tried to hide behind a curtain of your own hair. “I didn’t tell you that so you would hide it from me, YN.”

“I know. It just shocked me is all...” you whispered.

Jackson’s fingers hooked under your chin and turned your head towards his so you were facing him once again. “I mean it, you’re beautiful.” he stated a second time.

A smiled formed on your face, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours ever so softly. It felt like they weren’t even there. Your own hands reached up and held tightly to the front of his shirt as you pulled him closer, crushing your lips together.

After a moment he leaned back and placed his forehead against yours, “I want to make this process as easy for you as possible. I want to be the one you run to when you need help.” his confession earning him a smile.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” and with that Jackson pressed his lips against yours once more.

Maybe being a werewolf wasn’t such a bad thing.

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noona96n · 6 years

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fic summary:

With the threat of a Triple Event looming closer by the day, the once-revered Jaeger, Dream High is recommissioned and Jaebum is forced to find a new co-pilot. Jinyoung is there with him all the way with a sad smile, trembling hands and a shaky prosthetic leg; and Jaebum’s heart aches. (Somewhere along the way, Youngjae falls in love with the memory of Jinyoung inside his head.)

In which JJP were celebrated Jaeger Pilots with a ‘history’ and Youngjae is the newcomer who’s stuck in-between the two of them.

ch1 shatterdome-100 Jinyoung comes bearing a proposition and Jaebum is reluctant.

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box-of-kfics · 6 years

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And... we are back! Requests open!

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kass-daily · 7 years

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Distracted

Genre: AU/Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 870

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“For Y/N!” Your head snapped up from your phone as the barista called your named from the counter. You hurried over to retrieve your drink and put a lid on it, glancing at your phone all the while. You finished your task and clutched the beverage in your hand, adjusting the load of folders in your arm as your attention returned to your phone screen.

You’ve just moved to Seoul in pursuit of a career opportunity provided by InStyle Korea. You’re a makeup artist who’s minimalist; but eye catching style you used in the photoshoots back home caught the attention of some big names across the world. Today was your first day on set, and you need the caffeine to help combat the lingering jet lag you’ve been fighting for the last few days.

Your phone pinged with a heartfelt “Good Luck!” text from your mom. You smile as you approach the door… and promptly hit something solid causing you to flail backwards, your fresh coffee slipping in your panic to regain balance... Which ends up spilling over the front of your freshly pressed white blouse. A low whine escaped your throat and you heard someone clear theirs.

Your attention snapped up to the face of one of the most handsome individuals you have ever had the misfortune of embarrassing yourself in front of. Your mouth opens and closes in an excellent impression of a fish out of a water as you struggle to remember how to speak.

“Are you okay?” You nodded dumbly at the question, still unable to look away. “Yes.. Uhm, I’m so sorry about this..” You finally found your words as you felt your embarrassment catch up with you in the form of a blush, crawling up your neck and onto your face. The handsome stranger laughed and smiled, scratching the back of his head. He opened his mouth to speak again, but a ping from your phone interrupted him. Your attention snapped to the the screen and you panicked when you saw the time.

“So sorry again! Uhm, I have to.. Go… Yeah.. Sorry again..!” You collected yourself, and your now empty cup which you discard, as you bustle out the door of the cafe while panicking to get home and change before getting to the studio. You silently praised your compulsive need to always be thirty minutes ahead of schedule, as it allowed you with enough time to change without being late for your first day.

The handsome stranger lingered in your mind throughout the day. And then continued to stick to your memory over the following days in the week. Finally, it was the weekend and you found yourself back in the little cafe, where you had embarrassed yourself what feels like ages, not days ago. You ordered a drink, and stood to wait for your order off to the side. Your nose was buried in a book and you were oblivious to your surroundings.

“Didn’t you learn your less the last time?” A deep voice from behind you sent chills down your spine as you slowly lifted your attention from your book, and up to the face of your handsome stranger. You could feel your blush returning with full force. Your mind raced as you try to think of something to say in return, but found yourself doing your fish impression again. He bit back a laugh and you snapped your mouth shut. Luckily, he spoke first again, saving you from your embarrassment. “I’m JB.” He extended his hand, and you slowly took it and shook it in return. “Y/N. I’m still sorry about last week by the way.” JB chuckled and you let yourself grin back at him. The barista called your order out, and you smiled at her before taking your cup. You smiled once more at JB before going to sit in a comfy chair by the window, opening your book once again.

You only got a few sentences in before you sensed a presence take a seat in front of you. You glanced up quickly, confirming your suspicions that JB has followed you to your table. You raised an eyebrow in question to him before returning your attention to your book. “This was my spot first, you just got to it before I did today” he provided as an explanation for following you to your seat. Without looking up you responded, “That is generally how it works yes. I was here first and sat down first. I didn’t see your name or a reserved sign.” You glanced up at him, challenging him to disagree with your gaze.

He huffed a quiet laugh and looked down. “Yes, but I’ve been coming here and sitting at this table for the last year, so I still consider it to be ‘My Place’.” You smiled at the bashful admittance as you flip the page of your book. His next words caught you by surprise, however.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was our spot though…” You glanced up and meet his shy eyes. Slowly you smiled, “Okay… But only if you tell me what JB stands for.”

A hopeful smile spread across his entire face, reminding you of the sun.

“Jaebum.”

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Hello! This is the first thing I’ve written in over 5 years so please be gentle. I’d like to thank @the-porcelain-doll-xo, @jinyoungsbum and all my babes @angel7net for supporting me and encouraging me to pick up writing again, and to post this. I have a potential Pt.2 in the works, so let me know if you’re interested.

Kass

PS. Shoutout to @gotchicken bc i like watching her cry over Bummie. <3

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got7-rarepair-minifest · 7 years

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astrojae · 7 years

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the headache named jaebum

pairing: jb x reader one shot

genre: uni au, crack, fluff, asshole!jb

summary: im jaebum was a chronic headache. a smart, annoyingly good-looking, pretentious know-it-all that smelt like heaven sort of headache. like most trust fund babies; he was rich, he was popular, he was too smart for his own good, and he was sitting right in front of you, blocking your view of the slides with his big, stupid, attractive head.

im jaebum was a chronic headache. a smart, annoyingly good-looking, pretentious know-it-all that smelt like heaven sort of headache. like most trust fund babies; he was rich, he was popular, he was too smart for his own good, and he was sitting right in front of you, blocking your view of the slides with his big, stupid, attractive head. it wasn’t like you were particularly interested in what the professor was droning on about in the lecture anyways but your mark very much depended on this course and if im jaebum’s jet-black coif was going to be your view for the next 45 minutes then you might as well start giving out condolences for your gpa.

eyeing your measly half-page of notes, you sigh in frustration, take a deep breath, choke on jaebum’s cologne, then gather enough courage to tap his leather jacket-clad shoulder. he turns slowly in his seat, a dark eyebrow raised in your direction. the small ball of courage you were able to muster up is immediately swallowed and, to your horror, you subconsciously slip out a squeak. he doesn’t look impressed. so you try again, aiming for something a little more intelligent.

“u-um, i can’t see the slides…” your voice fades out by the end of the sentence. now jaebum looks more confused, his thick eyebrows knitting together in slight annoyance. he leans closer, elbow coming to rest against your small retractable desk. his movements cause a waft of his cologne to catch your nose and you have to clench your teeth to physically stop yourself from loudly sniffing it in.

“come again?” he says quietly and if anyone would’ve asked you then what liquid gold would sound like if personified, you’d tell them that this was it. you had to mentally remind yourself that you were supposed to be annoyed by jaebum. you think of your gpa dead in a ditch then being suspended for a year and anger is suddenly pumping through your veins. clearing your throat, you try again.

“i said your big head is blocking the slides.” you spit out through clenched teeth. but the fatal look on jaebum’s face immediately displaces your anger for fear. if looks could kill, you’d be lying in the ditch with your gpa right about now. his jaw is jutting out, looking sharp enough to cut, and his eyes, which were already dark to begin with, now look pitch-black. jaebum looks downright furious but taken-aback as well, eyes wavering. he opens his mouth to most likely insult you with his lethal one-liners in the way im jaebum was notoriously known for on campus, but the prof saves you just in time.

“can you two lovebirds pay attention; this will be on the exam” he calls out looking impossibly unimpressed. the two of you jerk away from each other, jaebum muttering under his breath, lips pursed in annoyance. you hide your face behind your hand and regret not skipping today’s lecture like you had initially planned. surprisingly though, jaebum keeps his head low, giving you full sight of the slides, but even with the undisturbed view, you can’t concentrate. the theories and formulas flashing on the large screen are replaced with thoughts of the man sitting in front of you, the little scuttle you had seconds before now feeling extremely unnecessary.

jaebum was popular on campus, not only for being gut-wrenchingly handsome but for his nasty attitude and temper. he was shamelessly conceited, topping the dean’s list alongside his equally attractive and pretentious friends, a group of six boys he talked to exclusively, deeming everyone else unworthy. yet, despite his blatant dislike for others, people threw themselves at him, kissing up to him and throwing roses at his feet. maybe that’s why he was taken aback by your spiteful tone.

while pondering on the thought, the time quickly flies by and before you know it, the professor is walking out, signalling everyone to gather their things and leave. you sigh softly, starting to put everything away in your bag. so much for taking notes. you chance a look jaebum’s way and almost flinch when you realize he’s already looking, dark eyes boring holes into your face. he narrows his eyes and you quickly look away, throwing your pens into your bag, but before you can shut your notebook, a heavily ring-adorned hand slams down on the page. you gasp and look up, catching jaebum’s eye once again. instead of looking mad like he did earlier, he looks a little flustered.

“w-what?” you question weakly, already expecting him to give you a piece of his mind for insulting him earlier. he takes in a deep breath and you wince, ready to get this over with.

“sorry about blocking your view earlier,” he says softly, avoiding eye contact. all you can do is gape up at him comically. was the im jaebum, mr. pompous asshole, apologizing to you? maybe this was just a dream, or a hidden camera. you look around nervously, but realize that the two of you are the only ones left in the lecture hall.

“its okay,” you laugh nervously and wave your hand in dismissal. “and i’m sorry for calling you…big head” wow, was this embarrassing. all you wanted to do was go home and forget this ever happened. jaebum barks out a laugh, loud and boisterous, very uncharacteristic to his usual monotonous self. he smiles down at you charmingly and you nervously return it with your own, unsure where this unusual turn of events was headed.

“so, uh, i noticed you weren’t able to get any notes,” jaebum says nonchalantly, a hand going to scratch behind his neck. you choke when he gestures with a nod to your pitifully empty sheet. “well, luckily for you i typed mine” he smirks, smugly throwing his chin up higher but when you don’t react, he quickly loses confidence, a blush creeping over his high cheekbones. you almost snort. being a judgemental douche was probably affecting his flirting skills, or lack thereof.

“i-if you want, i can give them to you” he stutters out and a genuine smile is spreading over your face.

“wow, that would be great! thanks jaebum” you say gratefully and finish packing your bag, standing up to walk out the hall with jaebum. he pulls out a little notepad and scribbles something down before sliding it into your hand. you stare down at numbers scrawled messily onto the paper.

“that’s my number. call me and we can get coffee later and share notes” he smiles then slings his bag over his shoulder and walks away, leaving you shocked, eyes trailing after him. this was just incredible. you insulted the scariest guy on campus and instead of getting eaten alive by his merciless words, you had his number and a promise for a coffee date. you shake your head in disbelief. maybe you should really stop skipping class.

#im jaebum #got7 #got7text #got7 scenarios #got7fic #got7 fic #jb #kpop #one shot #1.1k words #got7 texts #mine #lol k bye

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kpopimaginethat · 7 years

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Nice House Chapter 1-Jinyoung (Got7)

All of this started because you had a nice house.

You were minding your own business, living a nice private life. You were waiting for medical school to start, the next stop of the life plan your parents decided upon immediately after your teacher recommended you skip kindergarten.

You were living in your parent's lake house, which was the house you grew up in. As you and your siblings grew up, so did they. They decided to buy a luxury camper and rent the house out to families looking for a lake vacation. Well, you got into medical school at a school near your hometown and your parents let you stay there on the off season.

It was nearing the end of summer and you now had your house to yourself again. You had just finished your laps across the lake when you saw that you had a missed call from your old college roommate and best friend, Carson.

Carson was the ying to your yang. You preferred studying and coffee, while Carson preferred protests and vodka. You had a fashion sense that consisted of the cardigans in every color, while she preferred tops with plunging neck lines and clothes that made a statement. Whatever your differences, she was the person who pushed you to go to parties and join clubs. She was the reason you had a fun college experience, and your first true best friend.

“Hey, Car. Sorry I missed your call.”

“It’s okay. I just have a huge favor to ask you.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Well, you know how my friend Mark is in the k-pop band?”

You vaguely remember discussing it, but you weren’t about to admit you had no idea what k-pop was at the time and just nodded and smiled.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, his group was supposed to come to the US to film a music video and relax for two weeks, but fans found out where they were staying and are completely disrupting the whole thing.”

“Oh. That…sucks?”

“Yeah, well they are just trying really hard to come up with a remote waterfront location without losing any time or money and I just thought, “Y/N has a really nice lake house. Y/N lives in the middle of nowhere. Y/N has a house all to herself.”

“Okay? Do you want me to recommend places?”

I heard the familiar sigh Carson has when she’s tired of my bullshit. I’ve become accustomed to it over the years.

“You’re so clueless sometimes that I feel sorry for myself for being your friend. I’m calling to ask if you will let Got7 come to your house for two weeks to film their video and relax a bit before their world tour.”

You laughed. Why would some band from Korea want to film a music video and relax in the boonies of (your state/country) for two weeks?

“Uhm, I’m not sure if the house is what they are looking for?”

“It totally is. The only requirements are nice scenery, remote location, and water. They tried explaining what it was about but I got lost somewhere when I was trying to differentiate who was alive and who wasn’t. It’s like…deathception or something.”

“Well…I guess. I would have to ask my parents first since it’s their house and all. I’m sure if they paid a bit of money they wouldn’t mind too much.”

That’s how you became the hostess to seven boys, four crew members, and one manager. All because you have a nice house.

Yeah, it’s the house’s fault.

#got7 #got7 jinyoung #got7 scenarios #got7 jackson #got7 youngjae #got7 jb #got7 yugyeom #got7 bambam #got7 mark #got7 imagines #got7 reactions #got7 fanfic #igot7 #kpop #got7 drabble #got7fic

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playboybaek · 7 years

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24 Hours - one.

Got7 x Reader

SUPER FLUFF

Word count: 1676

Description: You’ve been friends with Got7 longer than anyone else and you all finally get to take a vacation together. Anything can happen, right?

A/N: This is my first non-exo on this blog. I will be posting all my writings here, making multiple writing blogs for different groups is just too much work. I hope you enjoy them nonetheless. I have a few of these chapters already written, that’s why I’m finally posting it .x . x

one. // two. // three. // four. (soon)

23 hours, 24 minutes, and 55 seconds until your most anticipated vacation. You were already packed and ready to hit the road. You and your friends were going out of town for a little R&R from the long year it has been. They were out touring, promoting, working hard while you were stuck with everyday things like school, work, and well, that’s about it. You were excited to finally spend time with them, to be able to freely hangout like you did before they debuted.

“Are you already packed?” Jaebum walked up to you with a bag in his hand, placing it against the wall. You smiled at him and nodded. You actually finished packing a month in advance, but no one else needed to know that. “I know we’re supposed to leave by 6am, but looking at the progress everyone else has made with packing it might be a bit later.” he sighed. Being a leader was hard, but this was your vacation too and if the plan was to leave at 6am then you were going to make it your personal mission to leave at 6am.

You walked into Jackson’s room first. “Jackson, have you finished packing?” you asked, sitting on his bed while he laid down, fiddling on his phone.

“Uh, about that. You see…” he trailed, looking for an excuse as to why he hasn’t packed yet.

“Jackson Wang!” you yelled, propping up on your knees, beating him senseless with a pillow. “You better get your ass up and start packing! You also better help Jaebum get the rest of the members packed too!” you continued to scold him while beating him to a pulp. You quickly grabbed his phone and put it in your back pocket. “You’ll get your phone back once everyone is finished packing.” you smiled at him.

“That’s not fair!. Why do I get punished for everyone else?” Jackson pouted, giving you the saddest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. You had to close your eyes and take a deep breath before falling for his trick.

“All you have to do is help the other members and you get your phone back.” you shuffled your hand through his hair and skipped off towards the next room. Mark and Yugyeom were your next victims and you were feeling the power. You walked into their room to find both boys sitting against one of the beds watching something on Mark’s phone. “What is with you all and your phones.” you retorted, shimmying yourself between the two.

“Mark wanted to show me this video of this cat, it’s so adorable.” Yugyeom excitedly explained. You couldn’t help but to laugh at the youngest member and his innocence. At this point Mark put all his focus into a text on his phone.

“Yugyeom, you should show me that cat video.” you smiled at him innocently. Yugyeom’s face lit up as he pulled out his phone, typing in the search bar for the video. With one quick motion you snatched both phones and ran towards the door. “What…” Yugyeom sat stunned, jaw open, face fully betrayed.

“I will give you both your phones back after everyone has packed.” you repeated your rules. “I’m taking everyone’s phone until all of you are packed. We are definitely leaving at 6am!” you stormed out of the room before anymore protests. “Jaebum, can you do me a favor? Can you get Jinyoung, Youngjae, and BamBam’s phones from them. Tell them they will get them back when they finish packing.” Jaebum nodded with an evil smirk on his face, anything to harass his members you guessed.

Not even 10 minutes later, Jaebum walks out handing you everyone’s cellphone, behind him a parade of his members whining and doing ridiculous aegyo to get their phones back.

“These are officially mine until you all pack. Don’t make me flush them down the toilet.” you lied, stuffing the phones, each in a different pocket of your five-pocket jacket.

“But noona!” BamBam whined, making a sad face. He dropped to his knees, pulling on your jacket like a little kid, sticking out his bottom lip.

“Gross. That’s not going to work.” you poked the middle of his forehead. In defeat each of the boys sulked back to their rooms hopefully to gather their things. You and Jaebum stood their looking at each other before bursting out into laughter. “We make good parents.” you joked. “I would hate to be one of our children.” you nudged Jaebums arm. His face slightly turning pink before he looked away and cleared his throat.

“I’m also going to finish packing.” he started to take off down the hall, but stopped to turn towards you. “But I get to keep my cellphone.” he laughed

“You got it captain.” you saluted. You walked over to the couch to take a nap before dinner, hoping everyone would be finished by then. It didn’t take long before you passed out.

You woke up to loud whispers and loud hushes being passed around. You felt a tickle on your stomach as someone tried to unzip your jacket.

“I think I saw her put mine on one of the inside pockets” you heard a voice.

“Shh, don’t be so loud, idiot. She’ll kill us if she wakes up.” you heard what sounded like Jackson talking to BamBam.

You felt a hand brush against your ribcage before quickly grabbing it. You heard a loud scream followed by a thud. When you opened your eyes you had caught Yugyeom’s hand and saw Jackson on the floor as the rest of the members scurried off in different directions. You couldn’t help but to laugh at their terrible effort. You quickly put your mother face back on.

“Yugyeom, what are you doing?” you asked bluntly, still holding his hand.

“They told me I had to get their phones back because I’m the youngest.” he whined. You pet the top of his head, messing up his hair as it fell in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be pressured by your elders. Even though you’re our sweet young maknae, you need to stick up for yourself.” you smiled at him, releasing his hand. You looked down at your torso realizing that your shirt came up slightly to your ribcage. You quickly pushed it back down before pulling the phones out of your pockets. “Here, go give these to the rest of the members.” you handed Yugyeom everyone’s phone, giving him temporary power over his elders. “Use this power wisely.” you whispered in his ear. Yugyeom laughed nervously before running off screaming at the other members.

You stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to see Jinyoung already making dinner. “Let me help.” you offered to him. You originally wanted to cook for the boys since you were so hard on them earlier.

“It’s almost done, just go and relax.” Jinyoung smiled, pushing you away with his hip.

“You’re the one that should be relaxing.” you replied, pushing him back. You grabbed a spatula, facing it towards him like it was a knife. “You will let me help you Park Jinyoung or else!” you raised the spatula to his face with a death glare. Jinyoung shot both of his hands up into the air, showing surrender. You laughed, lowering your weapon before Jinyoung quickly grabbed it. “Hey, that’s not fair, you surrendered!” you teased.

“What can I say, I don’t play fair.” he smirked “If you want to help then you can pull out all the dishes.” you groaned at the small request. This wasn’t your idea of helping. You walked to the other side of the kitchen, reaching for some plates and bowls from the top cabinet when Jinyoung light jabbed the spatula into your ribs causing you to fall, curling into a ball. “Oh god, are you okay?” Jinyoung crouched over to you. You burst out laughing as he gave you a confused look.

“I’m fine. I’m just really ticklish on my ribs.” you laughed, trying to take deep breaths. Jinyoung laughed with you once he realized you weren’t hurt. You quickly took the spatula from him and hit him on the head. “That’s for the tickle-jab.” you placed the spatula in a secret hiding spot when Jinyoung wasn’t looking and finished gathering the plates and bowls.

The rest of the night was easy going, everyone helped with the dishes and cleaned up after themselves, the most important thing was that everyone was finished packing and you didn’t care about anything else.

“Lets watch a movie!” Youngjae chimed, throwing down his towel he was using to dry the dishes with. The rest of the members agreed in unison.

“Don’t stay up too late. You know how early 6am comes.” Jaebum reminded everyone in a fatherly tone.

“What movie should we watched?” you asked to no one in particular.

“A scary movie!” yelled BamBam, way too excited for his own good. Half of the other members groaned, as they didn’t share his enthusiasm for scary films. BamBam already had the movie in hand as he dabbed his way to start it. You face palmed making your way into the living area.

With the limited space, Jackson and BamBam were on the couch spooning, Jaebum sat at the end of the couch with their feet on his lap (something he did not agree to willingly), Youngjae, Yugyeom, Jinyoung, and Mark sat on the floor in front of the couch as you laid on Mark’s lap. You didn’t mind horror films, they scared you, but you always tried to keep your cool. At one point you started to fall asleep during the movie before BamBam leaned over the side of the couch, grabbing your stomach to make your jump. Sure enough you went flying at the contact. You made sure to flick his forehead a few times before sitting up next to Mark who had his eyes half open, fighting to stay awake. You leaned his head on your shoulder and you were sure he fell asleep instantly.

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bambamnetwork · 6 years

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TAG YOUR FELLOW YOUNGBAM SHIPPERS AND FAV WRITERS!

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#bambamnet #youngbam #bambam #bambam fics #got7fics #got7 projects #got7 #youngjae #choi youngjae #twae youngjae #kunpimook bhawakul #foryoubaby

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canamavie · 7 years

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[ NEW STORY ALERT ]

Title: “angels are perfect creatures”

Pairing: mark tuan/jackson wang

Genre: fluff

Rating: g

Summary: Mark Tuan, a senior Marketing student who suffers from atelophobia, found himself rooming with his long-time crush and junior, Jackson Wang, for the school year.

Atelophobia (n.) : the fear of not being good enough

Already posted on aff but final chapter shall be published on Mark’s birthday. Click here to read.

#markson #jark #fanfic #canamavie #angels are perfect creatures #oneshot #fluff #marktuan #jacksonwang #aff #got7 #got7fics #fic #fangirl #igot7

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mixnotmatch · 7 years

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[homesick]

jaebum lagi berkutat di dapur waktu tiba-tiba hp nya bunyi. “yes babe?” “mas, aku janji makan di rumah ya malem ini?” “iya.” “kamu udah jadi masak?” “sedikit..” “hm..” “kenapa?” “kalo aku makan di luar gimana? kamu inget temenku yg lagi sekolah di china itu kan? dia barusan ngabarin. dia baru nyampe seoul banget dari shanghai. besok pagi-pagi langsung ke jinhae. terus dia ngajak aku ketemu sekalian dinner. gimana?” “oh. ya udah.” “beneran gak papa?” “iya.” “terus masakan kamu?” “gak papa.” “jadi gak papa ya aku makan di luar sama temenku?” “gak papa.” “ok. see you nanti malem ya mas.” telpon ditutup. jaebum cuma bisa ketawa ngeliat masakan setengah mateng di atas kompor dan setumpuk bahan-bahan makanan siap olah. dari beberapa hari yang lalu jinyoung bilang kangen rumah dan pengen makan seafood. makanya waktu semalem temennya ngasih tau kalau kelas terakhir esok hari dibatalin, jaebum nawarin jinyoung buat dinner bareng dan jaebum yang akan masakin. karena seafood gak enak kalau disimpen, jadi jaebum memutuskan untuk nerusin masak dan berniat ngasihin lebihannya ke satpam. setengah jam kemudian, pintu depan kebuka. “loh kok kamu pulang? katanya mau makan di luar.” “temenku tadi nunggu bagasinya lama. ini baru mau jalan dari airport. mana jam segini macet. aku pulang dulu aja deh.” “oh.” “wangi banget. kamu mas— ya ampun mas. banyak amat ini masakan. katanya cuma masak dikit?” “ya yg udah mateng tadi dikit.” “terus ini mau kamu makan semua?” “ya kalo gak abis kasih satpam.” “ini banyak banget tapi.. kamu udah effort masakin lagi. hmm.. apa temenku aku ajakin dinner disini aja ya?” “gak papa makan di luar juga. kali aja gak enak ada aku. atau kalian makan aja disini, aku ke tempat makeu ya.” “apa sih mas?! orang kamu yg masak masa kamu pergi. coba ku telpon temenku dulu.” jaebum gak tau harus gimana. “temenku gak papa makan disini. dia juga gak keberatan ada kamu.” “bener gak papa?” “iya. ya udah. aku mandi dulu ya mas. gak enak bajunya dipake seharian.” “ok.” siapa yg nyangka malem itu berakhir dg jaebum nambah temen baru. eventhough its their first time meeting, seems like theyre connected by jinyoungs story abt and to each other. habis nganterin temennya ke depan, jinyoung nyamperin jaebum yg lagi beresin ruang tengah. backhugged and snuggled his face to jaebum’s back. slowly inhaling his calming scent. “mas.” “hm?” “aku mau geer boleh gak?” “apa?” “kamu masakin seafood gara-gara aku dari kemaren bilang kangen rumah kan?” “smart boy.” “uuuh aku terharu.” “you should be. aku belain-belain ke pasar pulang dari kampus. demi nyariin seafood yang masih seger.” “dan nelpon mamaku nanya resepnya.” ok, jaebum surprised. turned his body and faced his boyfriend. “how did you know? your mom told you?” “nope. i know my mom’s cooks so well.” “really? so how is it?” “sedikit keasinan.” “you should be greatful i put that much effort to console your homesick.” “exactly. you know what my friend told me before he left?” “what?” “pantes lo betah gak pulang-pulang. pacar lo jago banget masak masakan rumah.” jaebum laughed. jinyoung pecked jaebum lips, “thank you.” “its ok.” jaebum cant hide his goofy smile. once again, jinyoung’s lips reached jaebum’s, but now its a kiss. the deep yet sweet one. “형 밖에 없어”, said jinyoung between the kiss.

#minific #got7fic #jjproject #jinyoung #jaebum

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