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itsallabigmess · 5 years

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@jinyoungmoans requested #14/Smut: “Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?”

A/N: Somehow I can’t get myself to write nasty things right from the start, so this scenario is longer than it should. But the nasty is there, to the gals who requested it. I hope you all enjoy it.

You watched from behind the cameras as the director shouted “Cut!” It was the last day of shooting, and once all the lights turned on, the cast and crew raised their hands in applause and compliments for the good work over the past two months.

It was not the first time you had the chance to witness the behind the scenes of a movie production. An unlikely privilege of dating an actor, you figured. The first time was just a few months after you and Jinyoung started dating. Joining his sisters, the ones responsible for you two getting acquainted, you spent an entire day on the set of the movie he was cast as a supporting character, watching as he shot his scenes over and over again, meeting the other actors and having a glimpse at how such production worked out.

This time though was different. Jinyoung had the leading part in a foreign production. One that required a lot of physical training and a couple of months filming outside Korea.

You were with him when Jinyoung received the call from the director, and the hours after were filled with laughs and kisses and any form of celebration that came into mind. Your worries only came after the contract was signed. You were used with Jinyoung having busy schedules. But even when he was overseas, you never spent more than a couple of weeks apart. The idea of being months without his presence made your stomach sick.

“It will pass very fast,” Jinyoung assured you, hugging you tightly in bed the night before leaving. Jinyoung always knew how to deal with distance better than you. But he was dreading all the nights he would not have you in his arms.

It didn’t take much time to adapt to his new routine. Jinyoung handled hectic situations like the pro he was and felt ready to face all the shooting schedules from day one. He texted you anytime he could, the different time zones and the almost non-existing free time he had made it hard to video call you.

You were just glad you always found a way to distract yourself from the fact you wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend for some time, the missing part only taking a tool when the night came. You were so used with sleeping by his side that it felt incredibly lonesome being in bed without him.

It’s been only a few weeks, but you already felt like crying. But instead you just took a photo and sent it to him, with the so repeated but nonetheless true “wish you were here” message.

You had the next day off and decided to take yourself on a shopping spree. Summer was about to start, and you felt in need of buying some light clothes for the oncoming warm season. Jinyoung hadn’t texted you back yet but that didn’t stop you from sending him more pictures of the new outfits you chose. Including the red swimsuit who fitted your curves so well. Maybe you two could enjoy some free time in the pool after his shooting ended.

It was not only enough of you to send a photo from the bed he so much missed, Jinyoung thought, but the swimsuit photo really turned a switch inside of him. You both knew Jinyoung didn’t handle teasing very well. Especially when he was so far away and couldn’t really do something about it. And it didn’t matter if you did it on purpose or not. Jinyoung was ready to make a hell out of you until you could meet again.

You woke up to a photo of Jinyoung’s face splashed with fake bruises and dirt, staring at you with half-closed eyes and parted lips. He looked dangerous and sexy and you knew you were in trouble. The weeks followed with endless photos and videos of Jinyoung working out, leaving the shower, checking his recently acquired muscles in the mirror, being completely naked in bed, so invitingly and so out of reach.

If you were going to be in hell, you made sure Jinyoung would be right there by your side. You knew exactly what kind of photos would get the best of him. You would send as many as you could in the hours you knew he would be away from his phone, always excited to see his response. And there were days when you felt more daring and kept completely silent, just so you could receive audios of your boyfriends whining.

But nothing compared to the response you got after sending an audio of you moaning while touching yourself. The promises of what Jinyoung would do to you only made you your arousal grow all over again.

You finally managed to get a few days off from work when Jinyoung was about to finish his shooting. He sent you the tickets, and with it the promise of a few days together lost in the world.

It was still dark when you arrived in his hotel and you hardly had any time to kiss and hug before Jinyoung had to leave for the location of the day. You insisted on joining in, no matter how jetlagged you were feeling. You were just glad to be by his side again.

Your relationship wasn’t public yet. You and Jinyoung had decided right when you first started dating that it would be better to keep your privacy for as long as you could. And still, he proudly introduced you to his temporary pears and director, heart feeling warm when you heard some of them tell how much Jinyoung had spoken of you.

You came back to the hotel hours after the shooting had finished, a small party was held to everyone say their last goodbyes until it was time to get together again once the movie was released. All the control you had within yourself vanished as soon as the hotel room door was closed, pressing Jinyoung against the door, hungrily kissing the lips.

“Can I… Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?” Jinyoung breathed, gently pushing you away by the waist, but finding it hard to not suck on your lips.

“Don’t tell me to wait.” You growled, pulling him by the collar of his shirt to the bed, Jinyoung falling on it, amused with your ferocity. “I’ve waited long enough.” You crouched in front of him, taking off his shoes and throwing it behind your back, not caring if it hit something. “Happy now?”

Jinyoung pulled you to sit on his lap, arms closing around your middle, a desperate need to feel all of you against all of his.

“You are happy!” you pointed out, rocking your hips against him, feeling the hard-line growing in his pants.

“I thought that was more than obvious,” he smirked before capturing your lips once again.

You giggled to the moan that escaped his mouth when you started to move your hips against him again. Pushing him off slightly, you moved your hands to quickly unbutton his pants, freeing his hard length. “Did you miss me, love?” you teased, giving him a little squeeze before sliding your hand up and down.

“Fuck,” the curse always felt out of character for Jinyoung. It only made you chuckle again, mouth falling to his neck when Jinyoung threw his head back.

His orgasm was already there, just beneath the surface, and he tried to think of other things, trivial things, but your own moans were making it hard to not surrender to the so needed release he had be craving over the past months.

Jinyoung shudders under you when your thumb glides over the head of his dick, and he knows he can’t take it any longer. In a quick move, he turns you over the bed, climbing over you.

“I like it better this way,” he whispers in between kisses, your clothes turning into dust in a second. He seems distracted for a moment, eyes hovering over your body before he deciding to get lost on you. “Do you remember what I told you?” he asks, sucking hard on one of your nipples. “What I was going to do with you…”

You nod fast, fingers scratching not so gently against his scalp. “Will you show me?”

His tongue traced lines over your middle as he lowers down, positioning himself right between your legs. Jinyoung kisses the inside of your legs until they start to shake, moving up to kiss and lick where you are already wet.

It’s maddening how he seems to avoid the exact spot where you want him the most. A long please falls from your mouth, Jinyoung devilishly looking up at you again before he finally starts to gentle suck on you. Your hands dive into your own hair, Jinyoung humming against your clit leading you into complete insanity. You feel the pressure of your release growing faster at each second, the time you spent apart seemingly making all more sensitive.

“I’m coming,” you whimper looking down at your boyfriend, expecting him to climb over you.

“I’m not stopping,” is all he says before continuing the sucking.

He keeps his promise, using his hands to stop your legs from crushing his head. Jinyoung is pleased with himself, you can hear the vibrations under his chest as you twist in bed, trying to escape his grip when the stimulation is overbearing.

When he finally stops, you fall limp on your back, finding it hard to form any logical words. You don’t even understand how you are still breathing. You hear Jinyoung soft laugh again as he starts to make a trail of kisses up your body, stopping again at your breasts, lips and tongue softly playing with your peaks.

“See how much I missed you?” he says, and you can do nothing other than smile, placing your palm on the side of his face, bringing him to kiss you again. And only by having him completely over you that you noticed the clothes that somehow still covered his body.

“Why are you still dressed?” you asked, tugging at his shirt.

“I was a bit busy,” Jinyoung throws the shirt you removed from him, wiggling to help you remove his pants and boxers at once.

“I think it’s my turn now,” you say, pressing kisses over his chest, hands moving down to find where he is so painfully hard.

But before you can start with your strokes, Jinyoung pushes you down in bed again, pining your wrists over you. “Later,” he grunts, shifting his hips in the right position to slide inside of you. You let out a little cry when he starts grinding you hard from the start, sliding your legs up on his ribs. “I’m not done yet,” he pants, and you know you can’t do more than let him have you entirely, wondering about all the ways he intended to make you succumb to his desire.

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ssin-ent · 4 years

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Who are you fave writers? I need to check more blogs out

@hardskz @simplybangchan @neoculturedrabbles @seoslick @nctobsessedhours @17mounteens @domjaehyun @pay-with-your-kinks @jinyoungmoans

and never forget @under-the-moanlight

THEY WRITE MASTERPIECES😭❤️❤️

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dustofinsanity · 4 years

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Okay, my birthday is on April 8th (like Jonghyun and Woojin, random fact) and, since I can’t buy myself a cake because of the quarantine (don’t care, I will be a bad girl and go buy my cake!!), this is the list of the gifts I REALLY want:

@prettywordsyouleft writing talent

@listlessmaenads writing talent

@jinyoungsir writing talent

@jinyoungmoans writing talent

@focusgyeom writing talent

@ayasmess gifing (one or two “f”?) talent

@defsenses gifing talent

@girlonpanic gifing and editing talent

Jaebeom (I also accept Bang Yongguk, Leo, THE8, Bang Chan (let me hug this kid, goddamnit!), Wooyoung (from ATEEZ), Taeyong, Jungkook and Corbyn.)

You can send all of this to my home, I won’t move until April 15th (if politics don’t decide to extend the quarantine even more). Thank you!

#na's 💬

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tuanyiems · 4 years

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→ Describe yourself with 10 pictures you already have. No downloading or searching for new ones

Tagged by @jinyoungmoans 😘

First and foremost I am a giant crybaby lol

Secondly, I am a chaotic aries. Come fight me! pls dont i have noodles for arms 100% will die

This here is me when I’m attempting to write smut lol

Here I am yet again after I’ve made a writing schedule but...spoiler alert! did not write 🤪

But it’s okay, cuz this is how I sleep at night knowing I gots the best mutuals and readers who support my lazy crybaby ass anyways 🥰

tagging: @mara-twins @shesparkless @prettywordsyouleft @jinyoungsir @listlessmaenads 😘😘😘

#this was fun #finally have a use for the giant folder of memes in my phone lol #tag game #ems speaks

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jjpmoans · 5 years

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Plane Ride [M]

Here it is, the one you guys have been waiting for!

Character: Jinyoung x female oc

Genre: Smut

Warning : Plane sex, filthy talk.

Word counts : 3034 words

A/N: This piece is my first got7 and jinyoung smut. It has been revised and commented by my senior authors. I thank you guys for correcting me and gave me support to write it down.

Special thanks to : @prettywordsyouleft @itsallabigmess @jj-nyoung @fairygyeom @ahgase55g7 @riceeater22

Also, sorry for posting this later than I promised. My battery was out so I couldn’t post it. Anyways, enjoy!

Sequel : Drips [M]

I stir awake at the light coming from my right side, bugging my sleep. The whole cabin is dark except for his reading light. I stretch my arms, the male next to me realising that I'm awake.

"Hungry?" He asks as I land my sleepy eyes on him. I shake my head subtly and scan him. He has a book in his hand and his reading glasses on so he probably has difficulties to sleep. It's not an uncommon thing for Jinyoung. Being on tour a lot messes with his body clock so even if he wants to sleep, sometimes his body refuses.

"How many hours have we been flying?" I wince at my hoarse voice, my throat dried after sleeping for a few hours. "Three."

I give him a disapproving look. Three hours into flying and he still can't sleep?

"Why?" He knows what I refer to. It's the reason why he brings me on this tour. To make sure he gets enough rest and do something to make him feel tired and sleep. Sometimes Jinyoung got a sugar rush out of nowhere, probably infected by the maknaes and I had a very hard time trying to keep him on his toes.

He stares at me for a while before sighing. "I don't feel tired yet. What am I gonna do?" He pouts. God, big baby. But both of us know that he cannot sleep without being tired. It's like, his switch off button has been programmed with tired in it.

I stare at the flight ceiling, looking for things to do. Jinyoung on the other hand, settles to read again, knowing that I need time to think about what would make tire him on a flight. We are flying in a business class to Berlin, seated in pairs, separated from the others. It’s not like I can ask him to workout on the plane's floor.

Workout.

I tear my gaze from the ceiling, giving Jinyoung a look. He doesn't feel it, because he's immersed in reading. I bit my lower lip, I must be insane.

I shake my head, trying to get the idea out of my brain. But my eyes land on the walls separating us from other passengers and I sigh again. I try to land my eyes somewhere other than the wall but they reach my legs, which shows the spacious legroom around our seats.

Damn it.

I watch Jinyoung still immersed in his reading but my lower body is having an intense battle with my sanity. I have nowhere to stare now that I'm watching him reading by the window, in his glasses, looking hot and irresistible.

Fuck my sanity.

I remove my blanket and Jinyoung immediately drifts his attention to me, seeing that I'm getting up.

"Baby- oofff" his arms wraps around my waist when I slip into his space and climb myself on his lap, facing him. Amusement is totally written everywhere on his face, he rakes my flushed face and my thighs on either side of his laps and my core presses against his groin.

"Really?" He asks a little bit too amused. "What are you doing baby?" He runs his fingers along my curves and lets his hands sit on the curve of my ass.

I have my hand on his chest, hoping that he won't ask more questions. Me climbing on him is a giga action to show my clear intention. But of course, as a vocal person, he needs his girlfriend to talk in order for him to understand what is happening.

"We need to get you tired." I mutter, eyes everywhere but on him. He puts his book aside and takes off his glasses, smile too wide to be called a smile.

He rubs his temple, still amused that I climbed his lap in a flight where even a flight attendant can catch us. "Is this a kink you just developed? Having sex on a plane? Do you have a sex bucket list or what?"

"But we need to get you tired." I reason.

"By having sex?" I nod firmly. A laugh escapes from him, though he must say, it is an effective way to get him tired. "You are crazy." He leans forward to catch my lips, molding them with his own, sucking my breath out. I can feel him smiling against my lips, feeling giddy that I initiate the sex first. I run my nails, scratching his clothed chest as he roams his hand on my back. A few minutes of kissing to mask out growing desire, I feel myself grinding to his hard on.

Following me, his tongue licks my upper lip and I know he won't back out now. He sucks my lower lip, teeth nibbling while his hand runs along my ass. His hands feels hot against me but the beating of my heart is insane as I lay out different scene to be caught by others. He grabs a handful of my flesh and immediately groans against our lip-lock, slapping the cheeks in response. It's getting overwhelming. We haven't had sex since the tour started and now the feeling is too unbearable. I can feel his crotch gradually hardening beneath me as he squeezes my clothed ass repeatedly, earning a low moan from me.

Jinyoung stills at the sound of my moan, pulling away. I blink innocently as he stops abruptly, confused. He extends his arm to dim his reading light to the lowest, tapping my ass while he's dimming it.

"Take off your jeans." He mutters. I scramble to stand, taking off my jeans and underwear and discard it on my seat. Jinyoung on the other hand, unbuttoned his own, kicking it hurriedly before pulling me to sit on him again, both of us groaning at the lack of layers contact.

Jinyoung is breathing heavily as my bare pussy is pressed directly to his clothed member, the feeling of it completely messes his brain to keep quiet from moaning out loud.

He yanks me closer, tongue licking my exposed neck. I sigh loudly as he starts sucking on my collarbones, having a feeling that the love bite would be too obvious to be hidden. My breath hitches as Jinyoung's hand leaves my back, coming to the front to palm my breasts. The second his palms brush my nipples, I shiver in pure pleasure.

He stops marking when he feels my nipples perking at his touch, face appearing from my collarbone. "Why aren't you wearing your bra?"

He stares darkly, while his hand moves. He flicks them, toying while he takes them in his hand, squeezing it with a force, showing me how much he loves my breasts.

Oh he does. His actions leave me gasping as he twirls my nipples slowly in between his thumb and index finger. His eyes darken, waiting for my response. "I take it off before I sleep. It gets stuffy and you know I don't sleep with a bra," I gulp, answering him timidly. I'm not lying. But Jinyoung is possessive and he would flip a table if he knows I'm not wearing a bra in public.

"Oh god..." I slap my mouth as Jinyoung pinches the taut nipple, my core dripping with excitement. Jinyoung looks down, watching his boxer get stained by my juices.

"You like it that much?" He asks. "Look at your pussy." He taps on my clit to test while I jerk in surprise.

"Sensitive." He moves to unbutton my dress shirt which I stole from his wardrobe and reveals my bare body to his eyes. I'm sitting on him, shirt unbuttoned, resting next to my exposed breasts and my pussy continuously drips with juices as he scrutinizes me under his gaze.

I shut my eyes, not wanting to see his lustful gaze because I don't want to cum just by that.

For half a second, Jinyoung does nothing but stare but as I open my mouth to speak, I let out loud moan, my eyes shot open.

"Quiet, my love." He smiles cunningly, plunging two fingers in and out of my wet pussy. I arch my back, his fingers alone hitting spots inside me and when he pulls out, scraping my walls deliciously with his nails. He latches his mouth to my breast, sticking his tongue out to lick my areola teasingly.

"How am I doing baby?" I am breathless when he speaks, his lips still against my nipple. He sucks on it, tongue flicking my abused nipple and his teeth join by teething it like a baby.

"Oh god Jinyoung." He hums, moving to my other breast to do the same. "I'm your god huh?" I nod blindly, he can be my god. I'd worship him all my life. "So so gooddd," I moan.

"Ohhhh," I shudder, Jinyoung is adding his third finger inside me and it's getting so full down there. "Jinyoung. Don't stop. Please" I cry as my arms wrap around his neck, holding it dearly.

Occasional gasps start leaving my throat, getting louder each second. Jinyoung, having too much fun watching me spilling juices over his clothed dick, thrusts in faster and joins his thumb in the act.

I let out a long moan, Jinyoung's thumb flicking on my clit and I cannot stop but moaning. My hole clenches and unclenches around his fingers, the friction making it even more delicious as he pulls back and thrusts in. In a few seconds, I am a moaning mess and Jinyoung has his palm against my mouth to keep me quiet, but I take that as a leverage for me to moan louder.

Jinyoung's fingering is getting too much to handle, the squelching sound of my pussy is obviously audible to my ears. Jinyoung, sensing that I'm near when my walls grip his fingers tightly, holds my waist to support me.

"You need to cum, baby?" My toes are curling from the intensity of his fingering, yet I know he won't let me cum if I don't answer. I nod hurriedly, the pleasure building with every second.

"You sure?" I look directly into his eyes as his pupils are dilated from the excitement, darkening with lusts. "Yes, Jinyoung." I breathe. I feel my pussy sucking him in, getting ready for my orgasm to hit me.

"Yes. Yes. YES jinyoung," I mutter unconsciously, eyes closed.

Jinyoung stares darkly, his thumb still rubbing on my clit as I repeat his name, like a mantra.

"Jinyoung..Jinyoung...Jinyoung--" I moan loudly as it crashes upon me, toes curling and my body jerks in Jinyoung's hold. My walls throb deliciously around him as he continues to finger fuck me to ride out my orgasm. While my vision is white and my pussy is pounding loudly in my ears, I feel Jinyoung slipping his fingers out, knowing my oversensitive pussy.

Jinyoung waits for me to calm down from my high, his calloused hands palm my ass cheeks to soothe me down. When I finally has my vision, Jinyoung is staring down at my pussy, making a mess on his boxer. Not that he is complaining, his member is standing straight in his boxer, coated with my juice on top of the thin barrier.

"Wanna ride me, baby?" His voice makes my pussy clench with need, itching to be filled with his girth.

"Please."

Jinyoung slides his boxer down, his cock springing against his abs and showing how hard he has been from the start. Veins appear along his length and precum leaks from his bulbous head

"Can I go down-"

"No can do baby- ahhh." He moans when my hand reaches for his length. "Careful." He warns. "No. I might cum if you blow me."

My eyes shine immediately, which Jinyoung notices and glares down. He knows how I love to tease him but he has done a lot for my orgasm, the least I can do is to give him what he wants.

I raise myself, kneeling over Jinyoung's lap. Jinyoung hisses as my fingertips drag along his cock, positioning him at my hole.

He pulls me down slowly, entering my wet pussy with ease. When my heat hugs him tightly, he lets out a low growl, thrusting upward to feel more. Feeling needy and impatient, Jinyoung pulls me down abruptly. I yelp when my clit comes in contact with the base of his big cock, my jaw hangs open.

Jinyoung drops his head to my shoulder, breathing heavily. He is really really close to cumming. The feeling of my walls hugging his cock snugly is insane and he needs to start moving before he cums right there.

"Move, love." I clench my pussy, dragging my walls up his length. When only his tip remains inside me, I slam myself down, both Jinyoung and I moan from my action.

Gradually, I pick up my pace, riding Jinyoung up and down, the amazing feeling of his cock hitting every spot inside me sending chills to my spine. As I'm lost in my pleasure, I gasp as Jinyoung gets a hold of my ass cheeks and starts slamming me down to match his pace.

"You need to ride me hard, baby." He grunts impatiently. Every time I come down, he would twerk my ass around his cock before pulling me up again.

"Ooohhh, Jinyoung..." I squeeze my breasts, the tingling feeling is all over my body. Jinyoung's pace makes me bounce on his dick like a slut, my breasts jiggling with him.

"You look so beautiful." My wall clenches at his praise. "Being fucked like this."

Jinyoung grits his teeth, the throbbing of my wall is sending him to cloud nine. "You like that?" He breathe. "You like riding my cock on a plane?"

I whimper as his pace becomes unbearable and only get to nod at his dirty talk. "You'd like it if Jaebum hyung walk on us and see you bouncing on my cock yeah?"

He grunts again as my walls respond by constricting his meat. He is having difficulties to thrust when I distract him by clamping his cock tightly.

In a swift action, he swaps our position, my back lands on the leather seat and Jinyoung caged me effectively on both sides.

"You feel so good." He pounds into me, making me moan loudly before realising that people can definitely hear us. Jinyoung blindly picks up a small pillow and I press my face on it, moans spilling while Jinyoung rams his length in and out.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you're full of my cum." He whispers. I choke on my breath but he just laughs, his hands hooking my legs to give him more power to pound into my pussy mercilessly.

"You want people to hear us?"

"Gonna fuck your tight pussy until you scream so loud that our manager needs to check on you."

"And you're gonna be a good little girl, lying to him as I fuck you." He is growing more and more passionate to fuck me, the seat moving a little with his thrust.

"So," he grunts. "Fucking," I whimper at his speed, my orgasm is building for the second time. "Good."

"Does your little hole feel good baby?" Jinyoung, always greedy for compliment.

"Yes, Jinyoung. Yes, yes-- godd Jinyoung YES!" I shout into the pillow. Jinyoung is hitting the same delicious spot with every thrust and my legs are shaking with pleasure.

"Jinyoung!" I gasp. My orgasm is building and Jinyoung feels it too. He groans in pleasure as he feels my pussy become tighter with every thrust.

"Cum baby. Cum all over my cock." He reaches for my clit, rubbing it to aid me. "Cum like a good girl and then I'll fill you up until you're so full just from my cum."

I jerk underneath him, clamping his cock hard which makes him groan and I feel a spurt of cum spray inside me. Growing impatient, he decides that he needs to cum too, ramming his hard length inside at an inhumane speed. His cock rubs my clit repeatedly, overstimulating me in the process.

"Jinyoung!"

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he curses. His hips snap deliciously against my sensitive pussy and he moans, coming to a still with his cum spraying my inner walls. He jerks forward as my pussy clenches him, squeezing the last drop of his cum inside me.

Taking his breath, I reach over to move his hair out of his face, his forehead sweaty after doing a lot of workout. He smiles, presses a kiss to my forehead and sweeps me up, his length pressing deeper inside me which instantaneously makes both of us groan.

Turning around so he can sit in his seat again, I struggle to get off him, but he ignores me and pulls a blanket over my body, effectively hiding our connected part and my lower body. He buttons up my shirt, leaving the first three undone before patting his chest for me to rest.

"Let's stay like this. You're so warm and I like being inside you." He insists.

"You're mushy." I laugh. Jinyoung on the other hand, reaches for his reading light and turns it off.

"Come on baby. Let's cuddle and sleep." I snuggle to his chest, drowsiness starting to fill me.

I am already drifting to sleep when Jinyoung's phone vibrates in return, both of us startled at the incoming message. But Jinyoung palms my hair, gesturing me to continue sleeping as he reads the text.

Jaebum :

Do I have to remind you that this is a public flight and why the fuck do you guys think it's okay to moan loudly? How am I gonna take care of my problem?

Jinyoung grins. Of course Jaebum would hear them. His reading light was on too.

Jinyoung :

Next time, bring your girl on a tour and fuck on a plane. It's awesome hyung. Gotta do it again.

Jaebum :

You little piece of shit.

Satisfied riling his hyung up, he locks his phone, he shifts me to sit properly and checks that the blanket covers me entirely before closing his eyes, arms wrapped around my figure.

In his mind, he crosses out one of his bucket list.

Plane sex ✔

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Sequel : Drips [M]

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ayasmess · 5 years

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« I think my cat is possessed. »

Im Jaebum x OC | Drabble P.1 | P.2

« I think my cat is possessed. » You couldn’t help but chuckle at the stern look on his face.

« Why ? Because she likes me more than you ? » You responded as his cat rubbed his head against the back of your hand.

« Come on spill the truth. Are you a witch or something ? Should I be scared ? How come even my mother is ready to disown me if it means she can adopt you ? »

You wanted to tease him a little bit. Usually you were the subject of his endless teasing but tonight you felt a little cheeky. « What can I say ? I have that effect on everyone, but mostly on you ! »

As he raised his eyebrow, he tried to respond to your teasing. « Oh yeah ? You were not that confident yesterday when I made you cried of pleasure. » That bastard, you thought as you felt your face becoming warmer. But you weren’t gonna give up.

« I don’t quite remember... To be honest. »

« Oh really ? Why don’t I show you how much smitten you are then ! » He smiled mischievously as he tried to grab you, but you ran away, going straight to the bedroom. First mistake. Why ? Because you didn’t even have the time to close the door, you felt his hand on your arm, he pulled you from behind. As his other arm grabbed your waist and hold you, he whispered in your ear « Trying to escape from me, kitten ? » And you knew you were doomed.

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Sooooo, this is my first writing on Tumblr and actually my first complete writing since a loooong time. 🙈

I hope it wasn’t awkward haha ~

@jinyoungmoans Can I go hiding now ?

#jaebum fanfic #got7 imagine #im jaebum imagine #kpop imagines #jaebum drabble #got7 drabbles #got7 jaebum #im jaebum #got7 #jaebum #got7 jb #fanfic

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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years

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A New Spring

jinyoungmoans said:

Okay so! I dare you to write Jaebeom a Greek God au (my god Jaebeom you're stealing attentions now? I don't even request Jinyoung smh! Okay Jinyoung no. Leader first.) Anyways, I know I can trust you with this. (Kill me with fluff and suggestive moments) You're my fluff queen (and slowly a smut queen hahahahaha).

Pairing: Im Jaebum x reader (ft Jackson Wang)

Genre: CEO! au / greek god au / angst / romance

Warnings: some strong language

A/N: So I have gone a little different with this dare and I am really happy with the result! I chose to write the story of Zephyrus and Chloris and I’ve done my best to incorporate both a god au and set the story in modern time. The italics parts are naturally telling the tale and the rest is in a modern setting. I know that sounds confusing, but it really isn’t!

Word count: 5578

As he walked through the garden slowly, he smiled.

The fruit trees were full of ripening delicacies, the channelling of his winds this year producing the finest flowers and foods to supply the entire city. Spring had arrived with his gentle persuasion; Jaebum’s work already being praised by all of his people. As a deity, he enjoyed providing winds that would encourage ample harvest. But he also had a love for beautiful things, and as he reached out to touch the bloom of a camellia, he smiled. It was almost as stunning as you were. Clipping off the flower, he carried it around with him on his walk to the pergola at the edge of the gardens, his heart racing as he practised how he would confess to you.

There was no flower that could rival your beauty. Nothing could encapsulate your gentle heart either, and although Jaebum could throw out gusts of winds whenever he was frustrated, you never turned away from him. Your flowers would still bloom.

He had loved you for as long as he could remember.

“I no longer wish for us to be friends, Y/N,” he murmured as he walked, thrusting out the flower in his hand. Shaking his head, he cursed lowly, furrowing his brows together. It was too tacky. Everything he could think of just didn’t sound as lovely as you were and Jaebum grew anxious the closer he came to the pergola. He could see you now, standing there staring at something out of his view, your smile easing the flurry of options within his mind. He was surprisingly calm now, the effect you had over him each time.

Until he saw who you were smiling at.

Right before you, holding a bouquet of flowers, was Jaebum’s brother and best friend. Jackson was chuckling, saying something that Jaebum couldn’t quite capture. He didn’t need to hear the words spoken, the winds had already carried enough of the confession through your interactions. His best friend reached for your cheek tenderly, which you nuzzled into, pure adoration filling your gaze. You moved closer, taking the flowers from his hand to place down beside you before you closed your eyes, heads lowering towards one another.

Jaebum turned, breathing as heavily as the winds now blew around him. The flower he held dropped to the ground, carrying off out of his reach before he could retrieve it. He had been too late. He had been too naïve.

He had trusted you loved him as much as he did you.

Betrayal felt bitter. Being a step too late maddened him. And he knew then that he had been too gentle. He had harvested this himself, allowing Jackson to be at your side had been as dangerous as a thorn on a rose. He had charmed you to touch him and now you were unaware of the pain that may come from your union.

Jaebum couldn’t accept this deceit.

As he stormed away, oranges falling to the ground and bruising upon impact, he knew that this season wouldn’t be the prettiest time of year after all.

But Spring would come around once more, and when it did, it would be his turn to claim the prettiest flower in this garden.

“Honestly! This is the best project we can take on right now and you know it!”

Jaebum eyed his best friend warily, shaking his head. “Jackson, it’s three times more than the current budget allows.”

“Yes but think of the money we’d save in the long run if we use these types of turbines. The amount of power we’d generate would supply more than an entire district and bring down living costs in multiple ways. This is about providing for new generations, for our future.”

“I know what the plan indicates Jackson, but we don’t have the money to fund such a project yet. We need to build up the company first so we can get to your idea.”

“So find the money!” Jackson exclaimed, pointing at Jaebum repeatedly. “When it was your plan to create that wind valley-”

“You know that we got lucky that funding came then, I didn’t just pull it out of my ass like you’re expecting me to right now!” Jaebum cut in and the door opened then, both men looking at you stepping in.

You had the effect of a diffuser, Jaebum sucking in a deep breath and swallowing back the curses he knew he was about to send in Jackson’s direction. A smile now graced his best friend’s face and you approached them both. “Not fighting again, are we?”

“Us? Never,” Jackson humoured and Jaebum gave you a pained smile. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your company for, Y/N?”

“Mindy Sparks is out in the lobby and wants to have an interview with you, Jackson. She says it’s urgent.”

Jaebum watched as Jackson perked further, leaning in to kiss your cheek and then headed for the door, your hands that reached out to swat him away not quite reaching him. Jaebum wondered if you truly had aimed well enough of enjoyed the ruse of Jackson’s playfulness too much.

It was a complicated mess, the three of you. You had joined the pair during university and when Jaebum had come up with the idea of creating a company that worked in channelling wind and working with the seasons to provide a better life for citizens, both you and Jackson had joined hands with him. Back then, all you shared was the same vision for a better life. Jaebum had never expected it to become entangled like it had, feelings and unspoken confessions placing pressure where connections needed to remain fluid.

Jaebum knew Jackson liked you, and that his best friend equally knew of his feelings for you too. And whilst you never quite let on, always appearing right when they both needed you to calm them down, he was certain you wanted more than this entangled web that lacked any true clarity.

Yet none of you were ready to make that move.

“His idea is a brilliant one,” you mentioned as you looked over the proposal on Jaebum’s desk, your boss glancing up at you exasperatedly. “And I know you’d fund it immediately if you could.”

“Jackson’s too passionate for business.”

You shook your head. “Passion will get him somewhere.”

“Am I failing then?” he wondered, more asking himself than you. The zest Jackson had was once Jaebum’s as well. Until he was weighed down with legalities and finding further funding for their projects. Jackson didn’t understand how hard Jaebum was working at times and it frustrated him.

“I think you’re being too hard on yourself. Maybe if we reach out to Park Corporation again-”

Jaebum shook his head, refuting your offer. “No, I won’t deal with that smarmy CEO Park Jinyoung again. It was degrading.”

“He offered us more than enough financial backing though.”

“We’d lose our name,” Jaebum pointed out and you stared at him for a moment and then shrugged.

“Is it a name we care about or the future of natural power sources? You may control the winds, Jaebum, but too much control means we can’t grow. Think about Jinyoung’s offer again.”

It was tense for the next month, further blowouts with Jackson had pushed Jaebum to the limit and he was now refusing to talk to the man. He felt as if he had been ganged up upon, both you and Jackson both pushing for change faster than he could work it. There were steps involved, practicalities that Jaebum wanted to maintain the quality process of. He was trying every angle he could.

And finally, he had arrived at Park Jinyoung’s offer.

“To what do I owe the pleasure from you, Im Jaebum?” the CEO wondered with a gracious smile, gesturing to the chair across from him. Jaebum smiled weakly. It wasn’t that he hated Jinyoung, no, he much rather say he admired his tenacity in business. He was the youngest CEO in the industry who had such a solid financial backing and 10-year future plan. Park Corporation was a stronghold that no one could take down, and many sought allegiance with. And whilst securing the funds for Jackson’s project was important, he had hoped to do so without losing the name of his own company in the process. Park Corporation would gain the credit for all their hard work.

“Are you here to finalise the deal?” Jinyoung wondered after greeting the man before him and Jaebum frowned, leaning forward in his chair.

“The deal?”

“Your partner, Jackson Wang, was in my office earlier this week, did you not know? We’ve agreed to fund the project.”

“He came to you?”

Jinyoung was surprised. “You really didn’t know?”

“I mean, we were discussing it, but I have been rather busy and-”

“Jackson was adamant this was a done deal. Is it not?”

“Has he signed the paperwork already?” Jaebum asked tersely and the man before him nodded. “I see.”

“You really should have come to me yourself earlier, Jaebum. You know how interested Park Corporation is in innovative ideas like Jackson’s. Sitting on things for too long makes you messy in business.”

He didn’t come here to be told how he was a step behind from the likes of Park Jinyoung. In fact, Jaebum had only been trying to make amends for his best friend. The betrayal closed up his throat, making it impossible for him to bite back, to express exactly how he felt.

Loosening off his tie as he stormed out to his car ten minutes later, Jaebum slammed his hand on the steering wheel before he took off, unable to understand why things had to be like this. Why did Jackson have to go behind his back? Was he dabbling in more than just secret deals? Your face flashed within Jaebum’s mind as he flung his car into gear, heading back to the office and moving like gale force winds throughout the building. Opening the door to Jackson’s office with a bang, he found you both in there, smiling at one another.

A laugh left him then, hollow and painful. He had been so foolish to believe anyone had cared about him and all he did these days. You went to shift away from Jackson but the man grabbed your arm, Jaebum’s eyes narrowing on the movement, another bitter laugh rolling out.

“Jaebum, what’s wrong?” you wondered tentatively, glancing between the two men. “Are you fighting again?”

“No, we’re done,” Jackson announced, surprising Jaebum with how bold he was. “I told you we needed to make a move and-”

“And so doing a deal with Park Corporation behind my back was the right thing to do huh? When I specifically said we needed time!”

“Jackson, did you really do that?”

The other man in the room merely stared at Jaebum with a hard expression. “Why did we need time when Jinyoung could offer us everything we needed? And clearly, you were going to end up there since you somehow know before I told you.”

“This is our company! You just sold out our name!”

Jackson shook his head. “No, this is your company. It’s always your way and I’m sick of being under your control! Business isn’t always graceful and slow, Jaebum! You can’t wait until every opportunity is ripe enough to take. We needed to move on this!”

“You already have. I want you gone.”

“I’m already prepared to leave,” Jackson announced with a huff, shaking his head all the same. “If you can’t support my vision, then you don’t deserve my position here.”

“GUYS, COME ON!” you exclaimed but neither backed down, heavy breathing seeping out from them both.

It was immature, the whole fight was. And yet Jackson had taken so much from Jaebum all this time. He was always moving faster, getting all that he wanted one step ahead of him. Just like in a dream that plagued Jaebum often, Jackson was as prickly as a rose. Charming to look at but dangerous to hold. And right now his hand was upon yours.

“Y/N stays with me.”

“I’m not part of any deals,” you mentioned and Jackson gripped you tighter, in which you yanked out of. “Don’t bring me into this.”

“You can take your project and all your ideas made under this company but you cannot take her from me. Do you hear?” Jaebum continued and Jackson let out a scoff, only to turn silent a moment later.

“Why are you both being like this? Listen, we can solve this.”

Jackson nodded at his best friend, stepping away from you despite his eyes not leaving you once. “Deal. But coveting something doesn’t make it your own, Im Jaebum.”

You didn’t like the separation one bit. It felt suffocating, watching the two most important people in your life pull away from each other because of business. Their friendship had been lost in amongst it all and despite your efforts, it couldn’t be revived.

You didn’t want to have an opinion over who was right and wrong, yet it seemed to be all that was asked of you. After the fight, you had followed Jackson to his apartment, asking him what the hell he had done to make Jaebum lose it like that.

And he had told you of his efforts, insisting it had been for the better of the company. Jackson was sick of being the secondary figure in this business and wanted his project to come into fruition. Jaebum’s approach was not even allowing the seeds to be planted in the ground to grow.

You had been angry, though you could understand some of Jackson’s frustrations. Still, you hadn’t believed in betrayal and hoped that there would be a way to remedy the split. It wasn’t as if Jaebum was against the view Jackson had for the future either.

“He’s against us, though,” Jackson had told you, sighing heavily as he reached out for your cheek to caress it. You stiffened, right now wasn’t the right time to discuss the budding romance between you and him. “You know he likes you too.”

“Jaebum doesn’t like me like that,” you assured, shaking your head. “And frankly, we have bigger problems than that to worry about.”

“We’re not a problem,” Jackson assured, leaning in to kiss you. “We’re definitely something. And he’ll crush us if you don’t leave him. Does he honestly think he can keep you there? You could quit tomorrow if you wanted to!”

“And leave him with not only a broken friendship but a tattered reputation too? Do you want all our hard work to fail, Jackson?! You’re being greedy.”

“Can’t I be? I’ve worked too hard for this!”

“And Jaebum hasn’t?”

Jackson groaned at your comment, wiping a tired hand down his face. “Can’t you just side with me for once?”

“I’m not siding with anyone.”

“You know my project is worth its time.”

“We should be working on it together.”

“You don’t think I don’t want that? It was him who kicked me out, remember?”

“He’s hurt you went behind his back!” you defended and Jackson cursed, shaking his head as he walked away towards his kitchen. Retrieving a bottle of water and downing it in one go, the man then pointed at you as he crushed the bottle with his other hand.

“You can’t keep riding the middle of us like this, Y/N. You need to choose what’s best for you. And when you realise that it’s me, I’ll be waiting.”

Jaebum wasn’t any better. Although he didn’t argue or even insist you side with him, his brooding was intolerable. You often attempted to get him out of his funk, reminding him of the staff that relied on this company to continue to be prosperous. Yet he didn’t react to anything and you were sick of fighting to get through to him.

“I’m done, Jaebum. What more can I do to support you if you don’t let me?”

“Since when does anyone support me?” he asked with a bitter laugh, looking up at you from the stack of files he was reading through. “I’m too slow to support.”

“Don’t be like this.”

“Like what? A sore loser? Why not? A project that I was fucking working on, that I even went as far to support through Park Corporation myself is gone and now I have to figure what we’re going to do to compete against that since Park Corporation has an individual contract with Jackson now!”

“You went to Jinyoung to get funding?” you asked, surprised that he had done such a thing. Your heart ached; you knew how much it meant to Jaebum to do that. You cursed Jackson for being impatient and not waiting for his friend. This whole mess would have been solved had they used better communication. You knew both men were too prideful and it had really done enough damage. Still, you couldn’t help but hold hope with this new knowledge.

“Does it matter? We don’t have the project or Jackson now.”

“Well, it was you who kicked him out, remember.”

“So when are you leaving?” he asked, dropping his focus and then turning away altogether. “You liked Jackson’s plan quite a lot. You like Jackson a whole heap more too.”

You held your breath, feeling the prickling of tears at the backs of your eyes. You could tell Jaebum was broken and yet you had accepted Jackson as your romantic partner two months ago. You didn’t know what to say or do. Jackson’s warning that Jaebum liked you echoed in your mind and you wanted to laugh at how naïve you had been to not realise both men liked you.

You had always thought it was one-sided with Jaebum.

“Face it, I’m always a step behind. Even when it comes to you,” he added on and you jerked forward, eyes wide with emotions. You soon couldn’t see through the veil of tears, gripping onto the chair in front of you to keep you up. Jaebum didn’t turn around even when he heard you crying, instead cleared his throat shakily. “In a dream I often have, I saw this happening. You choosing him. You loving him. It always ends with me wanting to take that from him. And I want to, believe me. I want my time. I want to have what I worked hard for. What I was working towards confessing to you. But will that be honourable? Like Zephyrus abducting Chloris from Boreas, will my forcing you to stay at my side truly make you love me any more than him? My gentle winds cannot produce anything to tempt you to stay here.”

He got up then, walking out of his office and didn’t return for the rest of the day, leaving you there crying for what could have been.

You couldn’t take being in the middle anymore. To protect yourself and Jaebum further, you stepped away from his side, going to Jackson’s instead. And whilst his love warmed your heart, it didn’t fulfil your soul.

You were always looking out to see what Jaebum was doing.

The company hadn’t fallen and out of sheer desperation, you could tell Jaebum had found his way through. He was working diligently, as your friend at the office often assured you of and this eased your mind somewhat as you helped Jackson with his project. Work was going steady for you both, and Park Corporation had followed through with all its offers, installing the first of many turbines that would give hope to this nation. Your hard work was paying off. With Jackson in charge of a big team, you were often expected to attend galas and conferences on ethical powering; something that Jaebum and Jackson had gone to without you in the past. However, Jackson preferred bringing you upon his arm and whilst you had been initially excited, they soon became too overwhelming.

Especially when you saw a different girl on Jaebum’s arm each time.

He had never dated whilst you worked with him and you had always joked that he was married to his job. Although you had hoped he would see you as more than his personal assistant, he had never held out his arm for you to curl your hand around once. So seeing girl after girl adorning his side felt so unfathomable. It left a sour taste in your mouth.

“Jaebum,” Jackson greeted politely as you both approached him and the daughter of Rainbow Industries, who was his date tonight. The man who had been laughing at something Iris had uttered soon stilled, lifting his gaze to you both.

You couldn’t break away from his stare whatsoever.

“Jackson,” he replied whilst staring back at you for longer than necessary. Blinking slowly that emphasised his long lashes, he tore his gaze away and then smiled at his long-time friend. “Congratulations on your project. It’s shaping up incredibly well.”

“Well, uh, thank you.”

“I look forward to seeing what else you come up with in the future. Sorry, but if you could excuse us, I need to go speak with the CEO of Greenhouse Enterprises. Iris, are you coming?”

It was too fleeting, like a gust of wind bringing forth the warm floral scent of spring, only for it to float away and leave you cold again. Jackson was distracted, soon pushing for more time with the various individuals at the party. You weren’t in the mood anymore, telling him you wanted to head home. Instead of leaving with you, Jackson remained at the function working on a deal with a new company and so you headed out to the hotel lobby, looking around for a taxi that could give you a ride home.

A car pulled up in front of you and the window slid down. “Need a ride?”

“Where’s Iris?”

“With her father,” Jaebum commented, smiling warmly. “I was only chaperoning her tonight as a favour to her old man. I’m leaving now; it’s up to you if you’re coming too.”

It wasn’t awkward as you expected it to be.

The first few minutes were quiet but not uncomfortable, like returning home after a long time away. You thought he had changed drastically when you had been away from Jaebum, but he was still the same person you had crushed on for seven years.

He smiled at you after turning the corner. “Are you hungry?”

“Are you?”

“The one thing I’ll never understand about galas is that they expect you to dress up nicely and then offer you basically nothing appetising to eat. I know we’re all aiming to waste less and be more ethical, but I dunno, I always want to eat a burger when I leave.”

“A burger sounds amazing,” you agreed, and he chuckled, changing lanes and heading to the closest fast food chain. With greasy food between you both, you talked over a range of topics, just scratching the surface. You could tell he wanted to know more, and yet he continued to ask you about the last movie you watched and what new food had you taking a shining to recently.

But when he asked you if you had been out to the old farm lately, you blinked rapidly, shaking your head. “No, have you?”

“Mm, I’m there every day,” he admitted shyly, looking over at you and then chewing on his lip momentarily. “I’ve been making some changes. You want to see?”

The farmhouse had once been yours before your family had struck misfortune, Jaebum purchasing it fresh out of university before starting the business. It was in the barn that the three of you had come up with the first project for the company and even created all the prototypes in. It was the home base for any of you to go to, a solace from the craziness this world had to offer.

You had been so busy lately that you hadn’t thought about visiting in some time.

After nodding, Jaebum navigated his way through traffic towards the outskirts of the city, the drive now quiet. You could tell he was anxious about something and you were equally overwhelmed about where you were heading. Eventually, the vehicle drove along the all too familiar gravel track, rounding through the tree lined drive towards the homestead.

It hadn’t changed on the outside, much like Jaebum.

After getting out of the car, you followed him inside carrying your food, Jaebum unlocking the door and letting you inside. You frowned when you saw his favourite sofa from his apartment in the living area. Looking at your friend, you tilted your head to the side. “Are you living here?”

“Yeah, I moved in about six months ago.”

“Why? Your apartment in town was-”

“Something I could sell to fund new projects,” he answered for you, shooting you another smile and then shook his hands to dismiss the sadness in your eyes. “Don’t worry, I love it out here. It’s helped me realign my goals for the company. It’s a good thing, I promise. But I didn’t bring you here with an ulterior motive or anything. You don’t have to worry about me doing something to jeopardise you and Jackson. I just want to show you something I’m working on.”

You didn’t correct him, you couldn’t right then. Following him as he quickly headed towards the back door, you stepped outside again, taking Jaebum’s outstretched hand when you needed to climb over the fence style to get to where he was taking you. For some reason, you started to giggle as you walked through the pasture, kicking off your heels in the process. Looking down at your dress, you then grinned at Jaebum. “It’s just funny to be dressed up like this out in the fields I used to play in all the time.”

“Why can’t you play now? It’s just a dress Y/N.”

He had loosened the tie around his neck and popped open a few buttons, spinning around in the field as he held his bag of food in one hand. You laughed and danced along with him, rounding the row of trees that shielded the old greenhouse from your view.

You stopped, staring at how different it was now. Even under moonlight, you could see how much Jaebum had been working out here.

Letting you inside, you followed him around in silence, looking at the various plants he was cultivating in here. It was heavenly.

Sitting down on the bench in the middle with him, you glanced at your friend who had pulled his burger out and began to eat. You wanted to tell him how proud you were, how amazing this place looked. But it felt like the wrong timing. Instead, you giggled and reached to wipe away the excess sauce from his cheek. “Always putting so much in your mouth when you eat.”

“It tastes better that way,” he managed through his mouthful, smiling all too happily at you as he chewed his food. You started eating, though you weren’t nearly as hungry as he seemed to be.

It was too breathtaking in here. Staring at one flower in particular, you got up, approaching it to view it more closely. You gasped when you read the tag and then turned to look at Jaebum. “You found it?!”

“Well, you always said you wanted this flower growing in the fields here one day. I’m trying to grow enough of it to start planting it outside when spring comes.”

“You remember that?”

“I remember a lot of things when it comes to you,” he admitted, wiping his palms on his slacks before approaching you. “It was your dream to turn this place into something that served the community with food and flowers. I’m working towards making it efficient enough to run that way in at least a year’s time. I’ve also got the house off-grid and working on natural power resources already.”

“Why are you doing all this when I’ve not been here to help you?”

“Because I believed in your dream. Just like I did for Jackson. See, it’s totally working for you guys with Park Corporation’s backing. We just needed to find funding and I knew it would be a great hit. I never doubted his plan once.”

“Why didn’t you tell him you went to see Jinyoung?”

Jaebum shrugged. “What would it change? Jackson saw me as not doing enough. And I guess I wasn’t. I was annoyed with him for well…”

“You knew about us?”

“Mm. I knew. I guess I was frustrated and didn’t separate work from personal. So that’s my fault.”

“Jackson and I are just workmates, Jaebum. It didn’t work between us,” you told him and he merely stared back at you, eyes dark with emotions. It made you continue rambling. “It’s not that I don’t care for him, I do. I cared for you both. But he wasn’t the person I loved and I thought because he liked me back it would be enough. I couldn’t stop thinking about you though. It was obvious I-”

His lips crashed down on yours, hands gripping the table behind you as he entrapped you in his embrace. Your own flew to his neck, sliding up into his hair as you pressed into him, a wanton moan escaping you when his tongue flicked over your bottom lips, asking for entrance. The kiss deepened and grew hungry, passionate. You were soon up in his arms, leaving the greenhouse and out in the gentle night air breeze, your world spinning the longer you kissed Jaebum.

Panting heavily when you pulled apart to gather much needed air, you slipped back to your feet on the grass, staring up at Jaebum and smiling. He groaned before resting his forehead on your shoulder. “I should have done that years ago.”

“I won’t disagree with you. But at the same time, I was convinced you had friend-zoned me in university.”

“You were the only woman I saw. You still are,” he confessed and you pulled his head up from your shoulder, kissing him just as hungrily as before. Slowly you weaved around the field, laughter floating away with the breeze in between passionate outbursts, each step closer to the house and then his bed.

Euphoria had never felt this good before.

When you woke the following morning, the space beside you felt cold, your eyes snapping open when you didn’t find Jaebum there. You were greeted by your favourite flower instead, a note attached to it. It’s not as beautiful as you are. Come find me when you’re ready to.

Throwing back the blankets, you hurried to dress in the clothing Jaebum had set out for you, dashing outside with your flower in hand.

You had a new dream now. Still, you wanted to see the fruits of your labour come to life on this land but you knew you wanted to so much more with Jaebum at your side too.

The winds had finally carried you home.

A new spring had arrived and after the lashing west winds of last year’s harvest that was worse than the year before, it uncharacteristically was still. The sweet smell of fruit infiltrated the air as Jaebum walked along, inspecting the bountiful pickings upon each tree.

Everything looked better than it ever had before.

Reaching up to pick an apple from the closest tree, he inspected the skin, smiling at how red it was.

“Papa! Can I eat it?!”

“Didn’t you have enough for breakfast already?” you chastised your child, rolling your eyes as his father bent to his level, holding out the apple towards the boy. With a thank you shouted energetically, he bit into it, murmuring in happiness. This fruit would be the talk of the town.

“The garden is lovely this year,” you told Jaebum as you walked along beside him, watching your son run about chasing butterflies. You then smirked. “It would have been lovelier over the past few years as well had you-”

“Must we speak of dark times?” Jaebum interjected and you let out a laugh. “Even a God is not privy to simple emotions.”

“You were certain to gain my attention and yet you ran around the place with wind destroying all it touched. It’s amazing I fell for such a tumultuous deity.”

“But you did,” Jaebum commented, pointing towards your favourite flower in the garden now full in bloom. He clipped one off and then handed it out to you whilst smiling. “Your heart found a home in among my winds.”

“As long as they remain gentle,” you warned with a smile, pulling the flower up to smell its fragrance. “We are responsible for bringing around spring for the people. Flowers and good harvests give hope to everyone. You hold a powerful gift, my love.”

“And you hold an even greater one,” Jaebum replied, pulling you into his arms.

“What is it?”

“You calm even my hardest of storms,” he told you, kissing you tenderly. The winds picked up, swirling fallen petals and floral scents around you as the embrace deepened. When he finally pulled away, he caressed your cheek with his hand. “May you never part from my side.”

“Would your winds ever allow for such a thing? I’m sure you’ll just pull me back each and every time.”

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