#jaedaddy

[jae-daddy]

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genre: romance, mature, melo  plot: two married people fall in love a/n: i know its written dull, but trust me on this.

You wake up everyday facing the balcony of your apartment. 

You never wake up to sunlight creeping in through the space between the blinds in your room. You always wake up just before the alarm, your shoes always placed perfectly so your feet slip into it as you sit on the edge. 

Every morning seems the same. The same monotonous day; the same routine. The same twenty steps around your bathroom, the same cups, the same jar holding the teabags. The same toast and eggs, the same same same same same same same same same same same. 

The same man always wakes up twenty minutes after you. 

You always just happen you be halfway through the door when he enters the kitchen. 

It’s the same bus ride to the same glass building. The same cubicle, the same work, same fake smiles and laughs, same stories. Same everything. 

Tonight you decide to make stew for dinner. But is it really a decision when you make it at least five times a month?

He comes in at nine tonight. 

You tell him to put the dinner away. You get into your bed, and close your eyes. 

Sleep never comes easy, but you close your eyes anyway. 

Your doctor told you to close your eyes even if you’re not sleeping. 

Let the eyes rest. 

But you can feel it moving underneath your eyelids, and now you can feel a migraine forming at the front of your head. 

You feel the bed dip beside you. You remain on your side, ignoring him. You even out your breath, you are asleep. 

I am sleeping. You say it as a mantra over and over again. 

It works tonight. He faces the other side, you hear his phone click open. 

He stays on that phone forever. 

The sounds of the clicking on the keyboard, the endless Tiktoks. Your head is about to burst, you are about to burst. 

And just when you cannot take it anymore, he lets out an obnoxious yawn. You ease, and he relaxes and sleeps. 

You close your eyes waiting for sleep to take you away, but it does last long. 

A few hours, and then you wake up to your balcony again. 

The slippers slide onto your feet. Your pink brush remains where you left it yesterday. 

The cup you sip your tea from as you stare out the window is the same one as yesterday. You got it as a gift from your sister one birthday. It was one of those horrifically cringe ones that says ‘The Greatest Sister Ever.’ 

You both had a fight a day before your birthday. 

You were slipping into your heels when your husband enters the kitchen. 

“Thank you,” he says just like every morning. You give him a small smile. 

Normally that is the end of it, but today there is more, “We have to go to dinner tonight.” 

You still in your actions and look up to meet his eyes. It was like looking at a stranger but worse, you couldn’t even tell what he was thinking. 

But he could read the confusion on your face, “It’s my mum’s birthday.” 

You nod, before looking at the calendar behind him. Even from the door you could see the pink marker around the date. You give him another plain smile, “I’ll pick up a gift on the way back.” 

“It’s okay,” he says, and you’re thankful for it. “I’ll pick up something.”

“Okay,” you say, and slip your shoes on completely. You stand awkwardly for a second, and he looks at you too. How can you live with someone for twelve months and feel like complete strangers with them?

“Have a good day,” he says. Your lips part, and the silence stretches for a bit too long, but you finally manage,“You too.”

You escape before anymore awkward pleasantries pass between you. 

The bus is busy like always. You find a space and smile at the girl already sitting there. 

You let out a deep breath, and then inhale. You do it three more times, and a place a hand on your chest. Your heart was beating so fast, but you didn’t know why. 

Apart from the mild heart-attack (it wasn’t actually a heart-attack, you googled it), the rest of the day was the same. The court room was the same, you had lunch with the same two girls, at the same lunchroom. The bus ride was the same; awful, humid and tiresome.

But tonight when you went home, you didn’t cook dinner. 

Instead you showered, and changed into a pretty pale yellow dress. You did your hair into a nice pretty bun. You put on makeup and the lipstick that matches you so perfectly you save it for special occasions. 

You get on your knees and pull out the box with your special heels. 

You were going to meet your in-laws, you had to look nice. 

Once ready, you took a look in the mirror. 

You looked pretty. 

How long had it been since you dressed up? 

Your husband came soon after. He gave you a small smile as he took you in. You took in the pink wrapped box in his hand, and then your eyes went to the bouquet of flowers in the other. 

He placed them both on the table next to the fruit bowl. 

He went into the bathroom, and you stared at the flowers. 

You wanted flowers too. 

Growing up you never wanted to live in an apartment. You wanted to live in a house with a lawn or the country-side, somewhere where you could plant an entire garden. You would plant every flower you could get your hands on. It didn’t even have to look pretty as long as they bloomed you were happy with it. 

You made a few attempts to plant in the apartment when you first moved in. The proof of that lies brown and dry in colourful flower pots outside on the balcony. 

You didn’t realise you were staring at the flowers the entire time until he emerged from the bedroom. 

He looked good. 

He was good-looking. 

The white shirt and casual blazer you laid out for him, hoping he would wear it, looked good on him. 

You didn’t say anything though. He didn’t too, only, “Ready?”

It wasn’t a question really, more like ready or not here we go. He picked up the keys, the gift, and bunch of flowers. You picked up the tiny handbag you prepared for the night and followed him outside. 

Maybe Uber rides were more comfortable than this. 

The last time you set in one, they asked how your day was at the very least. 

This was one of the few rare occasions you and your husband were made to be in each other’s company completely. Normally, the timings never matched up or there was someone else, or some other distraction. 

People said this is common in arranged marriages. Reassurances and promises of everything working out were passed out to you like candies to a kid on Halloween. 

You just stared out the window, you wished you could put the window down. 

You wished you were in an Uber. 

Your in-laws were good people. 

Your mother-in-law, Jenny, always was in good hopes. She shared the same smile as her son and daughter, but you saw it more on her than anyone else. 

Your husband handed you the gift and kept the flowers for himself. You hand her the pink box and she gushes, excitement evident in her voice, but she still reassures you that you shouldn’t have. 

You’re polite with them. You smile, you laugh, you talk. 

Whenever you’re with them or your own family, or whenever anyone else is around you and your husband, it feels like you’re outside your body. This woman is not you, it’s your husband’s wife. 

“My son,” she places a sloppy kiss on your husbands cheek, he grimaces but his smile is bigger making his eyes disappear. Your heart feels like a mini heart-attack again, but its nothing, google said it was nothing. 

You hug your sister-in-law Jae-e, instead. She hugs you back tightly, before complementing your lipstick, and your smile is true this time. 

Your lipstick was made for you. 

“Justin has come a long way,” you agree after Jae-e finishes her fifteen minute monologue about Justin Bieber’s highs and lows. She was a firm supporter of Selena, but she believes love changes and happens where it needs to, and Justin and Haley are together now. 

You didn’t know much about Justin, you did back in middle school. Your best friend was a die-hard fan. 

“Who’s Justin?” Your husband asks. 

“Justin Bieber,” Jae-e rolls her eyes annoyed with her brother. Your sister and you were the same, it was like you were always teenagers no matter how much time passed. 

“He only knows one JB,” she slides the comment towards you, you snort slightly, and her brother ignores it. 

Or at least he tries to because he begins asking her about her new book. 

The betrayal in her eyes is so funny, you had to bite your lip to hide your grin. 

“It’ll probably be done before I get the chance to play with mum’s grandchild,” she’s proud of her reply, but instantly regrets it when her mother’s head snaps towards you and your husband. 

You are frozen in place, your eyes on the sizzler plate. You wonder if it was still hot; and if so, how much would it burn the big mouthed twat. 

“Yes!” Your mother-in-law gushes, and you start screaming inside. You’re surprised no one can hear you, in a way you are lucky no one can. She continues her loud words and each word makes your ears bleed, “WHEN DO I GET TO PLAY WITH MY GRANDCHILD?!”

She goes on and on. Some other couple who got married after you already has a kid. Another just announced their pregnancy. 

You sat there staring at the plate, and then at the white table cloth. 

White table cloth is so impractical. It basically just highlights all the mistakes a person makes. This family of five does not know how to take out their dishes properly and now there’s stains all over.   

It was your father-in-law who finally stepped in, and said “That’s enough. This is not table conversation.” 

You liked your father-in-law. 

You bow and say goodbye to your in-laws. It was about time. 

Your stomach was so full you were going to explode, and the heel straps were cutting into your skin. You were sure your lipstick had faded away by now. 

All you wanted to do was go home and sleep. 

But you have work tomorrow- no, tomorrow is Saturday!

But you were still excited to feel sleepy, maybe you’ll actually sleep and knock out completely. 

Your thoughts got cut-off when you opened the door of your car. 

“Oh,” you gasped as you picked up a flower from your seat. You showed it to your husband who stood there on his side of the car. “This must have fallen out.”

He bit his lip and then nodded, “Must have.” 

He entered the car. 

You were smiling when you buckled into your seat. You hummed along to songs playing, and looked out the window. You were okay with having the windows up. 

The entire ride, you twirled the flower between your fingers, the yellow petals fluttering with each turn. 

You wanted flowers. 

When you get home, you head straight to the bathroom. The twenty steps increase by three as you place the flower into the cupholder. You stare it for a good minute. 

You strip, shower and change into your pyjamas. 

You watch as your husband as he goes into the bathroom. 

Tonight you wanted it. Tonight you were not going to fall asleep. 

Tonight you watched the light beneath the door. Tonight you didn’t realise as sleep took over you. 

You woke up the next day. No alarm. 

Your slippers sliding onto your feet. Twenty steps around your bathroom. 

The cup- oh. 

You halted in your steps. 

The cup on the table, breakfast spread out and ready. 

Your husband putting on his shoes as he’s rushing out the door. He looks frantic. You want to call out to him, what do you call him? 

He catches sight of you before that, “Office emergency.” 

You nod, smiling, telling him its okay. 

He hesitates, and then the door closes behind him. 

You look over the breakfast. 

Same cup. Same bread and toast. Same egg. Same table. Same room. Same apartment. 

But somehow different. 

#jaebum #jaebeom #im jaebum #lim jaebum #lim jaebeom #im jaebeom #im #got7 #angst #arranged marriage #fanfic #series #story #love #jaedaddy #fluff #smut

[iliketodiesometimes]

Skyway (3)

jaebum fanfic

skyway intro / one / two / three

pairing: jaebum x reader genre: supernatural, romance plot: Jaebum is roaming the earth trapped between two worlds, in a town in the middle of nowhere. Jaebum continues his bounded life, with no one being able to see him, or at least he thinks so until a girl confronts him. a/n: this is not edited, or completed. I wrote this a few years ago

I looked up to see the lights on in her room.

She was awake, and probably waiting, but here I was too afraid.

Isn't that ironic, a ghost scared of facing a human girl?

But it wasn't just any girl, it was the girl who could see me. The one girl that shone brighter than this small town ever could.

The night breeze danced around me, kissing my skin, making me feel more restless than I already was.

I should just walk up to her. Just zap into her room, and give her a piece of my mind. As kindly as I possibly could; she was the only one who could finally hear me, see me, talk to me. I thought I'd loose my mind living by myself as the whole world still worked around me.

I let out a breath, as I saw her shadow dance on the curtains. In five seconds, I breathed again.

This was difficult.

It was worse than telling your crush you liked them. It was worse than auditioning for talent. It was the worst possible thing because she was the only thing that I had now. The one true chance I had of figuring a way out of this. She could help me get out here.

I closed my eyes and just did it.

"Hey," her voice softly greeted me. I stood there frozen, with my eyes closed shut and my hands sweaty by my side. I can't remember the last time I was this nervous.

I opened an eye and peeked to the sight in front of me.

There she stood, showered in rose-gold light. Her bedroom walls behind her, plastered with posters, drawings and words. Her laptop open on her bed, the screen paused on a video of GOT7, and a candle lit on her side table.

"Hi," I breathed. I shouldn't be this nervous, she seems cool with this.

"Hi." She smiled at me again.

"I'm Im Jaebum."

"I'm y/n," she greeted, nodding her head. A small smile playing on her lips.

I felt the corners of my lips shift upwards slightly. For being an Ice Queen, she sure does smile a lot.

"Look, Jaebum, I'm sorry for not talking to you earlier." She let out, her voice desperate. "But you have to understand my perspective too. I've been seeing ghosts since I was a child and not all of them were nice. I just didn't want to give you fake hope or- I don't know. I was just really scared."

Her left hand was carrasing her right elbow. Her right knee bent, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She was nervous, she was scared, and I understood.

For some reason I understood why she wouldn't talk to a ghost. But I didn't understand why she would now.

I pointed to her laptop, and she turned around, before shooting me a cheeky smile.

"I like to think of it as research." She shrugged, and I smirked.

"Is it good?"

"Yeah, you guys have great music. It's not the type I normally listen to, but I can see myself jamming out to it on many occasions." y/n told me, and pride swelled in my chest.

"That was the last comeback I was there for," I told her, trying to keep the sadness away from my voice. I don't think I did a good job, because pity painted her face. "Don't feel sorry for me."

"I don't feel sorry for you," she replied. "The other guys; I feel bad for them. They had two other comebacks, and they cried at every showcase."

"Who cried the most?" I asked, trying to change the mood, even though my heart tugged at that. "Was it Youngjae or Mark?"

"It was actually Yugyeom and Bambam," she laughed. "Those two were a mess every time, thank god the other guys were there. Even though they cried, they helped those two keep calm."

"Bambam and Yugy cried?" Laughter left me, thinking about those two idiots crying about missing me.

She nodded, with a ghost of a smile.

"They really miss you."

"I miss them too," I said, in a soft voice.

We both stood in silence, letting it all sink in.

"How did you find out it was me?" I asked, after a few minutes.

She looked up, and stared at me. "My cousin is a huge fan- aghase. I met her after two years, and she was fingerling about you all, and that's when I found out it was you."

"She fangirled over a dead person?" I bit my tongue. "That's kind of weird, don't you think?"

Confusion covered her face as she looked at me.

"Don't you know what happened to you?" y/n asked, cocking her head to the side. "You're not dead, Jaebum."

Everything stilled around me, as silence rang loudly in my ear.

I was not dead. I am not dead.

My eyes started to burn, and a tear rolled down my cheek.

I was not dead.

"You're in coma, Jaebum." Her voice was soft, filled with compassion and care.

#jaebum #jaebum fanfic #jaedaddy #got7 jaebum #im jaebum #got7 #fanfic #fluff #romance #skyway #final

[20yearstostart]

you know, sometimes I want to write a book, like an actual book and not a fanfic. but then I end up writing a fanfic instead, because i know people will read my fanfics because they like the people its about. i dont know if people will ever spend time or money on reading anything that i write which solely depends on my writing....

#jaedaddy

[jamaisjoons]

I’m being WRECKED this GOT7 comeback everyone press f to pay respects for my soul

#got7 #mork #jaedaddy #im jaebum #mark tuan #jaebum #got7 mark #got7 jaebum #got7 jb #yien tuan #im ready to S I N #joon and hobi aint gonna like this no they will NOT

[jaebebs]

lip bites

#jb #jaebum #jaebeom #im jaebum #jaedaddy #daddy af #got7 #tongue #gif #not mine #power of google

[sophighh]

Don't look at me like that

#for anon #I realized it said HOME SCREEN #omg #it's 3am and I am half asleep #don't judge me #hahaha #jaebum #im jaebum #jaedaddy #jaebeom #got7 jaebum

[loveisyugyeom]

“Oh look, it’s the ahgases tears”

#got7 #jaedaddy #yet another thing that made me had to pause in laughter while we were watching it #she's not wrong though

[1-2-strike-archive]

you dead ass remind me of the muppet known as Kihyun, you’re welcome

but why?!?! YOU CAN’T COMPARE ME TO @snarkysuga‘s SOCK PUPPET AND THEN NOT EXPLAIN WHY

#asks #jaedaddy the twink 🌚 #toad mutual 🐸

[zukoismyloveslave]

Thank you to the lovely @limjaeseven​ and @ditzymax for tagging me!  💚

10 songs I’ve been listening to lately:

1.  WAP by Cardi B feat. Megan Thee Stallion (EXPLICIT) 2.  도깨비(Favorite Boys) by A.C.E (FLASHING) 3.  Open Mind by Wonho 4.  Pretty Please by Jackson Wang & Galantis 5.  Thursday by GOT7 6.  Page by GOT7 7.  A by GOT7 8.  Back Door by Stray Kids 9.  神메뉴 (God’s Menu) by Stray Kids 10. King by GOT7

My URL in songs:

Z - Zero by GOT7 U - U Got Me by GOT7 K - Karma by GOT7 O - One and Only You by GOT7 feat. Hyolyn I -  I Won’t Let You Go by GOT7 S - Stop Stop It (하지하지마) by GOT7 M - Moon U by GOT7 Y - You Calling My Name by GOT7 L - Lullaby by GOT7 O - Out by GOT7 V - Vroom Vroom by EXO-CBX E - Eclipse by GOT7 S - Skyway by GOT7 L - Look by GOT7 A - Aura by GOT7 V - Vacance by f(x) E - Enough by GOT7

I’m tagging @jaedaddy, @we-pray-for-our-sorrows-to-end, and @zaynbitchs

#me

[jae-daddy]

hi y’all,

I don’t know if you remember but many years ago, i gave options for what my next story should be after bad habits finished. A lot of the responses was between Red Rose and Sin. I have started Red Rose, and now I’m going to start Sin.

I just feel very inspired for it rn, and I want to write so badly so I’m sorry for not finishing your ongoing favs first.

I hope y’all like it <3

lol, b <3

#jaebeom #fanfic #jaedaddy #im jaebum #angst #got7 jb #got7 #cheating #most likely no religious talks

[iliketodiesometimes]

Skyway

jaebum fanfic

skyway intro / one / two / three

pairing: jaebum x reader genre: supernatural, romance plot: Jaebum is roaming the earth trapped between two worlds, in a town in the middle of nowhere. Jaebum continues his bounded life, with no one being able to see him, or at least he thinks so until a girl confronts him. a/n: this is not edited, or completed. I wrote this a few years ago

I didn't like her. I don't like her.

She's not my style. I don't like weird girls like her. She can ghosts for god's sake, but that's how she could see me.

I don't like her.

Her hair that softly brushed her collarbones, was far different from my ideal type. Her round big eyes were too innocent for someone like me. Her laugh that she let out rarely, was the sound of angels singing. Her smile, her bright smile that she gave with all her heart was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

But I didn't like her.

I didn't like her when she looked at me like she knew all my secrets. I didn't like her when she spoke words that made my heart melt. I didn't like her when her just being next to me made my heart skip a beat.

I didn't like her.

I loved her.

#jaebum fanfic #got7 #jaedaddy #fluff #im jaebum

[yugyeomshadow]

Tag: Ten Songs

Rules: List the first ten songs that pop up on shuffle mode and tag ten people. No cheating!

I was tagged by the cutie @vminsos thanks honey 💜

1. I love you 3000 - Jackson Wang

2. Magic Shop - BTS

3. Switch - 6lack

4. Run - BTS

5. 7-11 - Beyoncé

6. Call Me - NAV ft Metro Boomin

7. Gleam - Mamamoo

8. Senses - Jus2

9. Senorita - (G)I-DLE

10. Phoenix - GOT7 (Jackson Wang, Yugyeom)

I tag: @honeygyeom @jaedaddy @kimseokjin @mark-tuan-and-jinyoung-lover @yugyeomism @jjeongukks @x2jae @fywangjackson @tearbtss @youngjaeee @prdsverse 🌸

#literally my first post ever but yaaay #let me know more songs my playlist is dead

[thenerdybonbon]

Rules: List the first ten songs that pop up on shuffle mode and tag ten people. No cheating

I was tagged by @jaedaddy! Thanks!!💚💚💚

@geekofdidney​ @in-love-with-5sosss​ @jinyounggy​ @baekhyunbitz​ @daemoninwhiteround2​ @chuukitten​ @worlds-shortest-astronaut​ @cherryeoo​ @beanbagbartoon​ @multi-fandom-slut​

[jamaisjoons]

fyi 94 line own my fucking ass

#namjoon #hoseok #jaebeom #got7 #bts #daddy joon pls #daddy seok too #im going thru it for jaebeom #hes also my daddy #jaedaddy oof

[jaebebs]

😳

#jb #jaebum #jaebeom #im jaebum #got7 #i’m in love #jaedaddy #daddy af #not mine #power of google

[jaedaddy]

I thought you were a Kpop blog not a porn blog....:[

Lol you're joking right? My url is literally jaedaddy and it always has been. It's sexual enough as is. My bio says 18+ and that I'm inappropriate. If you're under 18, please unfollow me now.  By the way, It doesn't say I'm a kpop blog. I'm an adult and I have a "I post whatever the hell I want blog." If you dont like it then please unfollow me. 🙄😒

#I'm not trying to be mean but jfc #That's annoying #I'm not going to apologize for liking sex bc I'm an adult 🤷 #ask #its not like I even post hardcore things either #like calm down