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im-whatchamccallit · 5 years

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Bookworm//Mark Tuan (Got7)

Request: Hello there! I just read your Mark imagine and it was sooooo good! I really enjoyed the character development. Do you think you could write a college boyfriend Mark imagine? Where he’s popular but his girlfriend is a shy, quiet bookworm but he really loves and adores her? Please make it really fluffy. College life is rough, if Mark were my boyfriend I’d graduate with a 4.0 deadass. Thank you so much!! Have a nice day 🥰

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader

Genre: Fluff, College!Au

Warnings: Greatly planned out in my mind but horribly executed cdiknjv

Words: 3.43k

“Are we really going to Brian’s party? He gives me a bad vibes.”

“You’re just upset he beat you in a dance competition almost 6 years ago. Let it go already.” Dahyun said to Yugyeom as he tried to defend himself from the truth, leading to a chorus of laughter and arguing from the others following beside them.

Mark ignored the group of ten as he held onto the paper bag in his hand, filled with a chicken club sandwich from a local deli you loved. He knew you had a free period now and that you always sat on a bench by the large tree in your campus’ atrium, so he scanned the area closely until he saw the distinguished catalpa tree. The talking grew muffled as he focused in on the sapling, its slim trunk bent although its crown of leaves grew perfectly, a person’s frame sitting just beside it as their hand turned what seemed like a book. That was definitely you. Mark knew it.

“I have to go. I’ll text you later.” Mark said with a wave, not waiting for any goodbyes as he eagerly jogged towards you.

His feet began to slow down as his footsteps grew small, trying to hide his presence as he inched closer and closer, a mischievous grin on his face as he stood onto the large box shaped marble planter that held the tree and its soil to stand just above your back before jumping down and placing his free hand onto your shoulder, a loud scream escaping your lips.

Mark was certain he’d gotten you, knowing you hated being scared, ready to laugh and apologize as you turned to glare at him. Except, it wasn’t you. It was a woman that he’d never met before, standing angrily with her fist clenched.

“I-I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else.” Mark apologized, stepping away slowly as she continued to burn his flesh with her stare.

If that wasn’t you, where could you be? It was your free period and the final class of the day for everyone else. You never went to your dorm right after class ended though. You would wait for Mark so you could walk to either of your dorms together, that was your routine. But everything was off. You couldn’t have left so soon, could you?

Mark sighed and grabbed his phone from his back pocket, going to his recent calls to see your name at the very top, instantly pressing it and bringing the phone to his ears, only to be met with your voicemail. He was starting to get worried. He knew your entire schedule and habits like the back of his hand yet he was stumped. There had to be some clue as to where you might be. Mr. LeBeau. You said something about seeing him some days ago. But what exactly was it?

“Wait, so he’s trying to heal his father and a fairy’s helping him?”

“No, it’s his mother. And he took the fairy hostage so he can get a ton of gold and a wish from her.” You explained as Mark stared down at you from your position on his chest, your eyes scanning over the pages of the book you had read so many times.

You sighed and closed it, placing it gently onto the empty side of Mark’s bed, the hand wrapped around your waist massaging you softly.

“I’m sorry, (Y/Nickname). I’m just not understanding it.”

“It’s not you. I just wish I could talk to someone about these kinds of stories. I feel lonely having to think about it all by myself.” You admitted, starting to pity yourself for your antisocial mannerisms but also your very outdated taste in literature.

“Why not join a book club?”

“Where would I find a book club?” You grumbled, beginning to sulk before your eyes lit up, your body sitting up to face your boyfriend who had no idea what he’d just done.

“I can start a book club! At school! It can be after school on Thursdays. And Mr. LeBeau wouldn’t mind if I used his class. He loves me. And we can even read ‘Brand New World’! I think he has a few copies and I have my own!”

Mark couldn’t help but smile at you, your wide eyes growing wider as you continued to ramble on about your plans for a book club that had yet been approved or existed. It was one of the things he loved most about you. Your shyness was never strong enough to hide your passion, your body bouncing with excitement like a child in a candy store, the mention of various books you had sitting on your shelves but had yet to read making you smile brightly, finally having the opportunity to socialize in your own element. Your own safe space.

You had tried going to parties with Mark, trying to befriend his friends, but it was never for you. The only friends you truly had were your roommates and even they were social butterflies. Mark knew you always felt bad telling him you wanted to stay home, his instincts to comfort you kicking in as he joined you for a night in, taking away from the time he could be with his friends. Even though he never minded it, he was happy to see you so happy, ready to support any and everything you did.

“So, when’s the first day of your book club going to start?” Mark asked amused, watching as you finally calmed down, your bright smile falling slightly as you thought about it.

“I think I have to ask Mr. LeBeau if he’ll allow me to use his class first.”

Mark panted as he rushed to the school’s third floor, knocking on the vacant classroom’s door before entering, Mr. LeBeau sitting at his desk with his feet up and phone in hand. For such an old man, he was laid back. Even more laid back than some of the younger professors.

“Mark. How can I help you?” Mr. LeBeau asked as he set his phone down, crossing his arms as he waited for him to catch his breath.

“Have you seen (Y/N)? I can’t find her anywhere.” Mr. LeBeau raised an eyebrow before taking his feet down, sitting up right.

“I haven’t. She actually texted me earlier saying she wanted to talk when she was free, but she hasn’t showed.” Mark sighed, his brain spinning with different possibilities of where you could have gone. Overall, he just wanted to make sure you were safe.

His eyes widened as he finally realized the most obvious place he missed, saying a quick goodbye to his former teacher before sprinting from the room and into the halls, clutching the now cold sandwich tighter in his hand as he headed for the stairwell, luckily only having to go to the second floor this time. Of all the places to check, the library should have been his first guess.

Mark calmly walked in, bowing to the librarian who nodded to him, his body not stopping as he walked by a series of bookshelves, looking between them to make sure you were there. He almost reached the last shelf when he saw a sullen figure in the window, knees curled as they held a book in their hands and pressed the side of their head to the window. If this wasn’t you, he was sure he’d scream.

He slowly approached you, making sure to get a good luck at your face and bookbag to see it was really you this time, sighing as his steps become more confident. You didn’t realize he was there, your eyes too focused on the practically ancient literature, your hands flipping the fragile pages as you saw a male body sit just by your feet, your eyes not daring to meet theirs.

“’A Study in Scarlet’? Sounds like a good book.” Mark commented, smiling as you glanced up at him before diverting your attention back the revamped story.

“It is. My boyfriend searched everywhere to get it for my birthday.”

“You’re damn right I did.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, finally looking up at him to see a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I thought you were gonna talk to Mr. LeBeau about the book club today?” You glanced away briefly, looking back to your book and then him, feeling your chest tighten with sadness.

“I realized how stupid the idea was.”

“What? But it’s no-“

“I walked out of class so happy about it but then I realized no one would want to join. Even literature majors wouldn’t want to join. They study it almost every day for four years, the last thing they want to do is read in their spare time. I don’t need a book club, I guess.” You sounded so defeated, your eyes focusing back on the book you were once so excited for but suddenly left you feeling indifferent.

Mark slowly pulled the book from your grasp, replacing it with a crinkled brown paper bag, your brows furrowing as he flipped back to the first page and adjusting himself so that his body could also fit in the long but narrow window sill.

“We don’t need a ton of people to start a book club. It can just be us.”

“Mark, you don’t have to.”

“I want to. Besides, I think I should start reading books on my own instead of having you do it. Even though I like your voice better.” Mark always complimented you during times like this, when you two debated about something of this nature, making you feel so flustered and shy that you dropped your rebuttal.

As much as you wanted to protest, to tell him you already felt burdensome for keeping him from his friends, you couldn’t help but smile. Mark was never one to go back on his word, even if the situations changed and it seemed impossible, he still kept his promises. Even if it was only you two, the fact he would put in effort and time to help you find some happiness or comfort was heartwarming, the need to cry tears of joy while squealing like some fangirl was overwhelming. Instead, you opted for a simple kiss on his cheek, watching his lips curl upward at your random display of affection as he continued to read the detective novel.

The next day, Mark stuck to his word. Once Mr. LeBeau’s third class of the day let out, Mark asked to use his classroom after hours on Thursdays and possibly some Wednesdays for book club, receiving an automatic yes. He knew Mark was a great person and he was an even better student, so he knew his classroom would be in good hands.

With his free period, Mark decided to use that time effectively. He stood by the library’s oversized printer, watching the various flyers fall into the tray before the machine went quiet, his hands immediately grabbing the hot stack to analyze his simple but eye catching design.

“Thanks again, Ms. Oh.” Mark said politely, causing the woman to smile at the acknowledgement.

“You’re welcome. I’ll have some of the student assistants bring the cart of books to you.”

“No thank you. I’ll be back to get them.” He bowed and exited the library, making his way down the occupied but not so busy halls.

One of the things Mark liked most about his overall popularity on campus was that it gave him a chance to befriend everyone, even people who seemed like complete opposites to him finding his presence enjoyable. So it was no trouble for him to move around campus, handing flyers out to passing by students with a bright smile and pinning them to bulletin boards across the halls. He even had time to stop by the art department, filling them in on how his girlfriend wanted to create a book club and how, despite her social awkwardness, she put in a great deal of effort with planning it, subsequently gaining their interest.

Mark sighed in content as he finally taped the last flyer to a light pole just outside the school, just in time for classes to end and students flying out to head to who knows where. His phone began to vibrate excessively, his hand quickly grabbing it to see the familiar photo of you trying to eat a large spoon full of rice in one go. He was tempted to just stare at the embarrassingly cute photo but answered anyways, bringing the device to his ear as he began to head back inside.

“Baby!” You couldn’t help but giggle at Mark’s outburst, trying to keep the grin off your face as you exited your classroom, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

“Are we still meeting at the library?”

“No. Head to Mr. LeBeau’s class and I’ll meet you there.” You were about to ask why the sudden change when he hung up, a small sigh leaving your lips as you made a left down the hall.

You were actually excited for today, yet you didn’t know why. Most days, you’d be sulky and anxious at the thought that you were keeping Mark from his friends. But, at this moment, you were more than happy to take his company. For once, it didn’t feel like you were forcing Mark to enjoy the things you did. Although, you would miss reading to him and hearing his cute ‘Huh’ every time he got confused by the sudden plot change. But you were curious to see what he had to say about the book so far.

An actual discussion with Mark about a book you both read? You couldn’t contain your excitement at that point.

You happily knocked on Mr. LeBeau’s door before entering, allowing the door to shut behind you as you walked further in, multiple voices being heard and your smile fell. Did Mr. LeBeau have some other after school club going on there?

“Excuse me,” You pulled yourself from your thoughts as an obvious first-year student approached you, holding onto a sheet of paper tightly as she stared at you with a small smile.

“Y-yes?”

“Are you here for the book club? We’re waiting on (Y/N). She’s the one that started it.” You looked from the woman to the people behind her, your eyes quickly calculating each of them to see there was 15 people there. 15. For your book club.

“I’m (Y/n). But I-I don’t remember making p-posters for the book club…”

“Mark came to our classes to hand them out. He told us all about you wanting to start a book club and I think it’s so sweet how much he’s helping you out with this. Plus, to be honest with you, the English majors are kinda sick of reading ‘Othello’. This would be a good break for us.” She said over your small voice, your ears perking up at the mention of one of your favorite tragedies.

“’Othello’ does get frustrating after a while. I think the biggest flaw is within the characters. Even though the story progresses, they seem like they’re still in the same spot personality and maturity wise.” You commented, not noticing your feet had begun to move as you inched further into the room.

“Please. The theater department has been reading the script for ‘Romeo and Juliet’ so much, we even started questioning how it became such a classic. Every character acts purely on emotions without logic. I even found the side characters more bearable than the main ones.” A guy leaning against Mr. LeBeau’s desk commented, a small chorus of agreement following from who you could only assume were other members from theater.

“Maybe the problem is Shakespeare.” You jumped at the sound of a voice so close behind you, turning to see Mark pushing a cart covered in 3 cardboard boxes, all obviously heavy as he used all of his strength to move them.

It only took about five minutes for everyone to settle in and, surprisingly, everyone seemed to be enjoying their time there. Although you didn’t read anything the entire time, just discussing the books you previously read and ones that you hoped to read in the future, it was amazing.

Mark leaned against a desk as he wrapped his arms around your waist, your body leaning into his as his head rested on your shoulder, watching you smile and laugh at your potentially new friends before giving your own input on George Orwell’s ‘1984’.

He didn’t have to do any of this. He actually preferred if it were just you two. But the thought that when he went off with his friends, you’d be alone, with little to no one to talk to or hang out with, made him sad. Sure, you accepted his proposal of a two person book club, but he wanted to make sure that for the days he couldn’t be there, you didn’t have to be alone. And, even if he was there, you’d be surrounded by bookworms just like you.

“So we’re meeting here again next Thursday?” A guy, who you learned as Jisung, asked as him and the others began to collect their bags, your eyes widening as you scrambled to stand straight, Mark following you as he refused to remove you from his grasp.

“Uhm, yeah. If that works for everyone.” Everyone nodded in agreement as you smiled awkwardly.

“I actually didn’t have a book picked out for us to read. I’m sorry.” You said awkwardly, feeling embarrassed that the sudden change of plans left them without anything to read, probably wasting their time with all of this.

Mark looked at your face, watching your eyes wander to the ground while your eyebrows furrowed, something you usually did when you were overthinking, typically when you were beating yourself up over a minuscule mistake. He inconspicuously released you and headed towards the large cart, as he had made sure he was one step ahead of you, opening one of the boxes before pulling out an unfamiliar book.

“How about this one? It’s ‘The Calligrapher’s Daughter’.” Mark said as he passed the book to you, watching carefully as you read the synopsis aloud, everyone intrigued by the plot. A fictional nonfiction story with hints of history inside? They were sold.

Everyone grabbed a copy as you skimmed through the book, calling out for them to stop at page 38 before excitedly waving goodbye, watching closely as they all left until it was only you and Mark in the room. Mark was caught off guard as you suddenly leaped onto him, your arms wrapped around his waist as you thanked him profusely, the feeling of your large smile on his chest causing him to hug you back just as tightly.

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world.” You muttered, pulling away just enough to see his face.

“Of course I am. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be able to make you smile.”

That comment alone caused you to pull away, looking down as you tried to hide your grin as your face grew hot. If Mark never thought you were cute, he definitely did now.

“Come on. I need to return these books to Ms. Oh.” He said, moving back to the cart and waiting until you were at his side to begin walking.

“I’m happy you did this for me, but I’m gonna miss reading to you when I have free time.” You admitted, holding the large door open so that he could get through easily, your feet moving fast to catch back up with him.

“You can still read to me. That way, next Thursday, I’ll know exactly what you’re talking about.” You raised an eyebrow at the statement, already skeptical of his words.

“Really? Are you going to actually listen this time?”

“Yes! I’m always listening.”

“Okay, then tell me the plot to ‘Artemis Fowl’, since you’re always listening.” You challenged, holding your book close to you as his face contorted in a mixture of confusion and shock, probably realizing he had no clue what story that was, despite it being one of your childhood favorites that you mention almost twice a week.

“I know this! The boy is a fairy and has to find gold to save his father!” Mark spoke with so much confidence, his courage dying down as he turned to see your lips pursed as you tried to subdue the fit of giggles threatening to spill.

“No. That’s not it at all.”

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captainvictoryboat · 6 years

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Behind The Scenes 4 (7/?)

Author’s note: I last minute changed a part of this scene so i am not use how much i like it or how it is going to effect everything. (technically i took a detail out so yeah i don’t want this to change things too much)

*The part i took out was because the topic was a trigger to me, so i only scratched the surface the whole thing. You still get the main idea, i just imply more that what is written. I am sorry about that*

Genre: fluff? (but with suga)

Word Count: 1793

Summary: Suga and y/n bring up kinda bring up somme deep stuff.

ALL PARTS

( i am debating making a new gif for this part. I still don’t know how far i will go with the story but this gif is like a bit over a year old haha)

You heard a loud thud right next to you. You opened your eyes and searched of the source of the sound.

“Aish.” He grunted. Immediatley you recognized who it was

Your eyes adjusted to the dark room and you saw the silhouette in the fetal position grabbing his knee.

“Yoongi are you okay?” you whispered

“Yeah” he groaned as he crawled up to you. “Scoot over and don’t hog the blanket this time.”

You moved to the wall, giving him enough space to join you

When he situated himself next to you, he fixed the blanket over the two of you. His hand went to your wait and you scooted closer to him.

You could sensed his body heat and already felt so much warmer. You could smell his faded cologne, happy that you weren’t getting any hints of beer on him

“Hi.” He said with a bit of frustration in his voice

Things had changed over the past week and a half. V went back to his room, jimin fnially able to sleep in his own bed again. Jin’s resentment towards you had come down a tiny bit and he only stuck to the enraged stare if you ever encountered each other in the living room on those late nights watching tv with v. Suga and Jhope were actually trying to cut down again. You could see it. They were still struggling but they were trying harder than they were the first time. Jungkook… There was more space between you and Jungkook. According to V, Jungkook felt you wee a bit mad at him over the argument with your dad. V said that he therefore advised Jungkook to give you some space (because he remembered how annoyed you were about Jungoook and Suga). Jimin however denied this. Jimin pointed out that Jungkook never listens to anyone so he wouldn’t listen to V’s advice. Jimin said that Jungkook was just going to the gym more because he wanted to make sure he looked good for the comeback. You weren’t too sure which was the real reason and you didn’t really care. You liked that he wasn’t around because it made everything easier with Suga. Suga was the one sneaking into your room every so often so you coud talk some more(*cough* make out a bit *cough*). Tonight was probably his third night coming over to be with you.

“Hello Mr. Grumpy.”

“I am sleep deprived, hungry, physically drained, going through withdraws, stressed, and I just tripped and hurt my knee do you really blame me for being grumpy?” he said with a tired smile “I want to get drunk so bad!” he whined. “ Remind me why I am not blacked out right now.”

“Because you claim to love me.”

“Oh yeah.” he remembered, as he leaned in for a kiss.

You let him kiss you, unable to deny his lips. But you left it at just one to let him know you were trying to be serious about not wanting him to drink.

“If you are so tired, why are you in here again?”

He gasped at you. “Again? You think I am in here too much? you don’t want me here or what?”

You laughed and slapped his arm. “You know what I mean.”

He shrugged. “I can’t sleep. You know how it is.

“You have really deep bags under your eyes from not sleeping. I am sure the stylists are mad at you. Have you tried sleeping medicine? Being sleepy isn’t gonna help with your writing either. Hobi told me that Namjoon was on your ass the other day and had a melt down at the studio.

His eyes shifted a bit. You could feel his body get tense. “Last thing in need to to get myself fixed on pills like Hobi.” He mumbled. “I just got a lot on my mind and getting drunk is the only thing that would help.” there he was bringing up the beer again. He had done well with going cold turkey so far, but by the way he was whining, things were getting harder without it.

“What do you keep thinking about?”

He rolled onto his back, putting space between the two of you. “Nothing.”

“It doesn’t seem like that. Is it the deadline? The solo?”

“No”

“Is it jin? You all have been good in keeping him away. My bruises are gone now. I am fine… except for my pa- Is that what is getting to you?" Lately that is where your mind always went. Being alone in the room, all you would do was think oof your parents. Thankfully the guys were aware and they would try to cheer you up, this being now of the reasons suga snuck in. He never said it, but you knew he went back to this tactic of sneaking into your room and coming into your bed as a way of keeping your mind off your parents. But maybe this was putting alot of stress on him, maybe you were the reason he was feeling this way.

“No!” He rolled back on his side and pulled you into hug. “you aren’t stressing me out. Don’t think that way.”

Still, just bringing them up made you sad again and you coudn;t help but start crying.

“Hey don’t cry. It’s alright.”

“I just miss them.” you whimpered.

“I know I know. But remember what we said the other night. We know that they still love you, they are just upset because that dickhead down the hall lied. And we agreed that was for the best! It means that they aren’t going to be on his radar anymore ad they are going to be safe.”

“…Yeah”

He wiped away the tears that trickled down the side of your face. “ What’s bothering me is nothing, don’t worry about it ok.”

A very stubborn you shook your head at him. You weren’t going to let yourself get distracted with your own problem “No. I know you want to talk about it. Don’t feel like you cant tell me anything anymore! I can take it. I am here for you. Tell me. Talking about it might help you sleep. It might keep you from wanting to drink. Tell me.”

You could make out his features from the light coming in between the curtain. You could see the creases on his forehead, the uneasy look in his eye as he looked at you, his quivering lip. He was conflicted. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“Yoongi, tell me.”

“…It’s Aiko.” He said to so softly you could barey hear him despite how close he was to you

Hearing her name broght back a waved of memories and emotion. You let out a deep breath “Oh… ok” you said as you tried to hold back that tears that were forming in your eyes again

“I can’t get her out of my head.” he sniffled. “I can’t stop thinking about how her family is feeling right now. I can’t stop thinking of what things would be like if I just did one thing different. I can’t get your words out of my head. You were right, she trusted me! I hurt her when all she did was want to do something for me! And- And the little sleep I get, she is in my dreams! And- she- she talks to me and-“ that’s when he broke.

He shoved his head in to the pillow. He was crying so hard, although muffled, his sobs filled the room.

“What’s going on?” Jimin’s sleepy voice asked.

You saw jimin sit up from the bed

That’s when Suga tried to stop crying.

“Yoongi?” Jimin turned on his lamp. “Yoongi are you crying?”

“It’s nothing Jimin.” You told “Can you just give us a few minutes.”

“…Yeah… I- I have to go to the bathroom anyway…” Jimin said as he slowly got off the bed. His confused eyes were glued on suga as he left the room. “Are you sure everything gis ok?”

“Yeah we are only talking

JK POV

Blood. Fire. Guns. The nightmares wouldn’t stop. How could he sleep with dead eyes staring back at him.

Jungkook stood up from his bed in a cold sweat. He looked at his phone, 2:17am. There was only five hours left before he was supposed to wake up.

He took off his shirt, just a way to try and cool down. His fingers ran through his damp hair in an attempt to calm himself down and remind himself that everything was a dream. (of course it didn’t help since he knew that although, yes it was a nightmare, it was still a reality that he was causing)

“Water. I need water...”

His sore legs moved moved him out of the room and down the hall. In the dark hallway, the light coming from under the bathroom was enough to light the way to the kitchen. He didn’t care who was up, his mission was to go quench his thrist

In the kitchen he dug himself into the fridge in search of a bottle of water. Once he did, he chugged it sown in a good 10 seconds

It was when he hunched over to catch his breath, the idea came to him to go to y/n’s room. A week had been long enough to give her some space. Things were probably better now.

He was a bit more awake as he waddled down the hall. He reached for the door knob when suddenly it moved. In a panic, he jumped back and shuffled in the direction of the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook heard a voice ask him just as he was a few feet from the kitchen

He stopped, it was time to be cool. He “yawned” as he turned around to the source of the question. “What?” he grumbled, scratching a fake itch on his chest.

“What are you doing?” suga asked more harshly

“I thought I lived in south korea, when was it illegal for me to get some water.”

Suga scoffed at him

“But I think I should be the one asking you that. Why are you coming out of y/n’s room?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“I said it before, if it involves y/n, it is my business.”

Suga walked up to him, stucking his jaw out all smug like. “So just becuase you are her fake boyfriend you think you can starting interrogating me as if are her real one? I think you are forgetting who it the hyung here, let alone your actually relationship to y/n.”

Jungkook looked right into Suga’s bloodshot eyes. “Just because you are older doesn’t make you any better than me or any better for y/n. Leave her alone and let her sleep instead of bothering her with your drunk ranting.”

“I’m not bothering her if she wants me in there. Not like you would know, she doesn’t even look in your direction.” Suga said as he walked off to his room

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honorguk · 3 years

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s/o insecure about acne ➔ got7

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pairing ━ got7 x reader genre ━ angst, fluff warnings ━ mentions of having insecurities (acne in specific) WHICH IS TOTALLY NORMAL AND MAKES U A PERFECT LIL HUMAN BTW >:( <3 ↳ requested!

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─ • JB

jaebum would furrow his brows and frown as he heard you expressing your displeasure towards your acne. he’d sternly approach you and then his eyes would soften upon seeing your sad ones and he’d hug you, peppering kisses along your face.

“don’t be like that, you should know you’re lovely inside and out.”

─ • MARK

you’d be lying on his chest whilst he played with your hair when you expressed your insecurities, and mark’s movements would stop. like jaebum, he’d frown and look you in the eyes before outlining every single feature he loves about you with nothing but sincerity in his tone (especially focusing on your skin <3).

“..and i also love how your eyes crinkle when you laugh, and did i mention how soft your skin is? oh, i have? well, i’ll say it again.”

─ • JINYOUNG

jinyoung wouldn’t help but giggle because he finds you being insecure of your gorgeous face silly. he obviously would try and not come off as patronizing and would instead squish your cheeks together and make you face the mirror, pointing out how insanely cute you are.

“you have the most boopable nose! you think a lil red mark could ruin that? you’re crazy!”

─ • JACKSON

jackson will feel - dramatically - personally offended when you say how much you hate your acne and are insecure because of it. he will press a dramatic hand to his chest and furrow his brows, instantly wrapping his arms around your torso and kissing your cheek.

“you’re perfect to me.”

─ • YOUNGJAE

his bubbly personality would change when you expressed your thoughts towards your skin and he’d go off on a tangent explaining its beauty and how the acne is an inevitable process that forms you as a person. he says you’re like a sculpture that’s in the process of being built, and how you should treasure each feature you’ve got since it’s so perfect <3

“yah! don’t say that! you’re making me upset too, since you don’t even see how pretty you are.”

─ • BAMBAM

bambam would become suddenly fatherly and nearly explain the entire process of puberty to you as you’d laugh at his seriousness, explaining to him it’s not that deep. he’d argue that it is, and would bring you into his arms before kissing all over your face, telling you this is just another shitty process we all have to go through.

“it matters! my baby feels bad and i’m here to help!”

─ • YUGYEOM

clearly remembering his own days of growing up he won’t say much, usually knowing words don’t mean as much as actions, so whenever you’re cuddling, he’ll gently trace over your face and over the potential acne scars left behind, and will gently kiss them while telling you how perfect you are.

“i don’t think you realize just how gorgeous you are”

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reacworld · 2 years

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#reaction pics #rection pics jimin #kpop meme #jimin meme

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baejl · 3 years

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[smtown]

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SOMI 소미 - 1ST SINGLE&ALBUM RELEASE ‘ONE&ONLY’

➫ 2021.05.22. 6PM KST

#SOMI #소미 #ONE&ONLY @somichoi #EXO @weareone.exo

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nojaemblog · 4 years

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ATEEZ AS TYPES OF YANDERE

Warnings: yandere(duh), manipulation, violence, toxic relationship, mentions of abuse, torture and death, nothing more(I think?)

Requested: yes

Kim Hongjoong

The domestic type

he would do anything for your happiness

If you want him to provide anything from domesticity to money, he would dedicate his life to providing all for you

basically a sugar daddy

hongjoong only becomes aggressive when the possibility of (Y/N) hating him arises.

If such ever happens, he becomes an absolute maniac, prepared to take (Y/N) away from every other person to ensure she could never love anyone but him.

Park Seonghwa

The manipulative and overprotective type

he has always got what he wanted

seonghwa isn’t used to being told no

same case with (Y/N)

you can’t refuse him

rejection is not a choice, not when he has all the power in the world

if he is denied in any way ,he’s ready to throw a violent tantrum

you simply have to love him and do everything to his command to live an “easy” life

Jeong Yunho

The worshiper

the most harmless type of yandere

he's fallen in love in an unhealthy, obsessive way, but he doesn't do anything insane about it

he'll try hard to become your lover, but won't harm anybody in the way

if you get a partner, he won't attack you two, yunho will be happy you found happiness, and for sure he still has hope that you choose him in the end

he want’s nothing but the absolute best for you

caring for you and worshiping your very being is just scratching the surface of the things he would do for you.

he worships you and will do anything for you

sometimes even without you asking

yunho doesn't even mind if you love him or not, or what will happen to him

killing, dying, committing crimes, losing respect of others, he'll do anything it means providing support to your infinite greatness

Kang Yeosang

The schemer

being with yeosang is a wild roller coaster ride

when he is around others he acts like a sweet and innocent boy, always showing his fake happy surface

when it was just you and him, his game with you begins

yeosang is definitely known to resort to one specific tactic to get what he wants from you

guilt tripping

there is almost nothing he can’t get you to do when he uses this manipulation strategy

he wins every fight and argument

makes you stay away from everyone in your life, and keep you from realizing the toxicity of your relationship

there is also the more ‘extreme’

he harms herself, cutting wrists, etc. in order to get your attention

this often happens when he's ignored

Choi San

The delusional type

he knew what he wanted, and that was his ex lover

she was his absolute ideal type

he didn’t want anyone else beside her ever in his life

but then she died

he went absolutely crazy without her.

san has been looking for someone like her for years

and he met you

you had to be her doppelganger, because you looked so much alike, and your personalities were almost identical as well

he just couldn’t help but take you in as a substitute, of course he did not tell you this

san would make sure to teach you how to be just like her.

he lived in his perfect fantasy world

san is just so clueless when it comes to you, he takes everything as a sign telling him that you love him, no matter how obvious to anyone else it would be that you’re uncomfortable with him

he even misinterpreted when you tried to run away from him, you were obviously just embarrassed, right?

Song Mingi

The selfish type

it’s only right that mingi should end up with the one he desires

so it’s only fair that he should go to any lengths to get you, right?

once you’re safely within his grasp, you’re the apple of his eye, and everyone knows that well

to say mingi is cocky is an understatement

he is far beyond that, mingi knew, and everyone else knew, he could and would get whatever he pleased

you might not like it, but nobody, even if they wanted to, could resist his natural charm

and when he realized he wanted you as his, that was the end of it

Jung Wooyoung

The obsessive type

clingy to a toxic degree

despite his ‘sexy’ image he craves attention and affection from you more than anything, and no matter who he has to fight he’ll get what he wants

even if this means hurting you, just so you’ll stay with him

of course you wouldn’t even be able to try to leave him, with the amount of surveillance he has in place

anywhere he goes he brings you along with, making sure to keep a close eye on you at all times

if you somehow disappear from his line of sight, which would be an almost impossible task to do, he’d flip, no matter the reason

nothing matters to him besides you so that should only be the same for you as well.

Choi Jongho

The possessive type

you were his, and he was yours

simple

this man could not stand the idea of not being the center of your universe, everything had to revolve around him

everything

you were never quite aware of how possessive jongho was until it was too late

the longer you stay in the relationship, the more controlling he becomes

soon enough, every single part of you is according to his own pleasure designer clothes of his choosing, your phone is wiped of all contacts except his own, just for emergencies

and of course there is no possibility of you ever getting a job or being independent of him in any way

you simply have to be his pretty doll that stays with him for eternity. not even death may tear you apart

#kpop #ateez #yandere ateez #yandere kpop #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez rections #ateez yan #kpop imagines #kpop reaction #kpop scenarios

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daebak-dreams · 4 years

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Ｖｅｎｅｒａｔｉｏｎ

Anon asked: Hi, I’m a new follower, but could I request a mafia/slight yandere Zico scenario where his s/o is one of his maids, and he falls for her??❤️

Oh my gosh! I love this! I had been writing something along the lines of a ZICO and Dean mafia AU last year but never got around to posting it, but this is brilliant! Maybe I will post it after all! But here you go sweetie!

Zico + Reader

Rated: (M)

Gender: Mafia | Light Yandere | Romance

“We met less than a week ago and in that time I've done nothing but lie and cheat and betray you. I know. But if you give me a chance...all I want is to protect you. To be near you. For as long as I'm able.”

It was you. It had always been you. Well, only since the beginning of that month where he had met you, but still, it was you.

He had never yearned for anything so bad in his life, besides money, and power; but he was never one to flock after someone else. Most women gravitated towards him, and for what? His money? Looks? Status perhaps? That’s what made him so cold and bored when it came to “catching feelings” or dare he say the “L” word.

Love.

Sure he loved things too. Seeing a beautiful, voluptuous lady, dancing on him in the silhouette of the club’s colorful, flashing lights. Taking a swig from a malt whiskey on the rocks, that would surely burn his throat at first, but bring him a feeling of calm soon after. Money. And most of all, the woman who brought him into this world, his mother.

But other people? There was no way he could use that word towards them. Not even the word liked, crossed his mind, until you.

You needed a job, desperately enough to even consider taking such a job as tending to the house of a well known mobster. You had previously worked for helping to tend a local cafe down the street from this job, but that was soon pulled from under your feet as it came to a close from slow work and less money coming in. The owner, whom you had known for years, had mentioned that his older brother knew a friend who was looking for someone to help with housekeeping, but of course didn’t give too much detail. It wasn’t until you had been brought into the lavish palace that you had suspicions, still you decided not to ask questions.

It was a job, and a job you instantly got so there was no reason to question or complain about it.

The first week was hell. You put up with the berrading and sleezy comments from other men that came in and out the house while you did your cleaning duties. They continued to harass you with comments about your outfit to the way you were cleaning certain things. You admit, it hurt and you just wanted out, but you couldn’t quit now. You just had to push through.

However, after another two weeks of that, you had had enough. Instead of quitting you decided that it was best to try and talk with the head of household. That’s where you first met him. Jiho Woo. He wasn’t as easy on the eyes, that matched his sharp personality. He was indeed handsome, but you his narrow and cold eyes, that starred you down as you were escorted inside, made you freeze up, making you forget what you had went in there for in the first place, for a quick minute.

He opened his mouth as he began.

“What’ya need sweetheart?” He asked as he gave you another quick glance over before going back to writing something down.

This took you by surprise, being as the way he looked, you thought his voice would match. “Uh- well I was wondering if you could tell the other men if they could wait to make commentary until I’ve left for the day? It really makes me uncomfortable if I’m being honest..”

“Huh..?” This made him look up and over at you again, only this time with a small smirk of amusement. “My men are free to say and do what they want. This is partially their humble abode too,” He continued as he leaned back in his chair while propping up his feet on one corner of the giant crafted desk. “You’re just the guest, and I’m paying you, am I not?”

“Yes sir..” it took you a while to gather words, any words, as after he said that, it felt as if he had shoved all you just said, right back down your throat until it grew into a right and painful ball. “I’m sorry.” You said abruptly as you made your way out the room and back to work.

“Why did you say that?!..Idiot...”

Jiho stood there, beating him up about the first time he officially talked with you, as he stood there in the same place that it took place. The door handle turned and pulled back as the door opened, before one of his men walked in, dragging another man into the room who was curssing at the top of his lungs.

“Let me go you stupid f*ck! I’ll *uckin’ k*ll you!”

“Shut up!” The man holding him yelled back while thrusting his fist into his mouth.

Jiho calmly walked over to him as put a foot against his head with a serious expression. “Is this him? The rat that has been sending information to the others!”

“Yep- This is him boss. What do you want us to do with him?”

He sniffed as he watched him start to squirm again and grow loud with a blank stare, before slamming his foot down on him. “You know what we do with rats..” He said as he pulled his foot away, and stood upright, watching as the man who yelled out just a second ago, lay there now in a painful daze.

“You got it boss” The tall, slender man said as he started to say as he dragged him away. “Want me to go get that pretty piece and have her clean this blood up? She would probably look better on her hands and knees huh boss?” He stifled a laugh but it didn’t last long as he was struck on the side of the face by Jiho’s burning fist.

“You better stop with the way you f*ckin’ talk bout her, you hear? Otherwise, you’ll end up joining this rat too. That goes for everyone, let them know too.” He said with an ice cold tone as he watched him hurrying out the room with a look of shock while nodding. “Of course sir- I’m sorry-“

“F*ck-“ He sighed as he leaned against the front of the desk while looking down at the bruise that started to form on his define knuckle. “Why the hell did I do that..?”

You had seen the whole thing from a sliver from the door that was open just slightly. This now confirmed it. You heard from friends that the house you had worked at was that of a dangerous mobster and his men. At first this didn’t scare you, as you didn’t believe it. There was no way that they would let someone such as yourself inside their hideaway, but now after seeing all of what just happened, you felt scared. You knew you had to get out of there, but how-

“(y/n)?” You felt your body grow stuck in place as the door creaked open, revealing Jiho standing there, his bruised hand, above you, holding the door, the other hand on his hip.

“Mr. Woo- I.” You panicked, but your body felt so heavy that you just couldn’t move. And how could you? If you ran after he knew what you had see, there’s no way he would let you leave. You were now a witness to the beating, or even worse, death, of that man. “ I didn’t see anything..I just...”

“Can you just get some ice and bring it here?” He exhaled and spoke out in an exhausted tone. He couldn’t help it. Seeing you, in so much fear and confusion, made him recoil. All the pent up frustration, made him tired in the end. He just needed a stiff drink.

“O-okay.” You said before zooming downstairs and going towards the kitchen. You could have just left, but you knew he had your information and could easily track you down, knowing that now he was a gang leader. There was no use. You decided you would take him the ice, then try and come up with a reason you had to go home. There was no way you could quit now; you thought that if you did he was sure to get to you before you could. It would just make things more suspicious.

You made your way back upstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. Finally there you were, meeting him, and him alone in the office.

“Here you go.” You said softly as you walked over to where he was, sitting on the chair a few good inches from the desk, and grabbed his hand to place the bag of ice on it, to which he quickly pulled away.

“The hell are you doing?!” He asked in surprise, though it sounded like anger. This made you take a step back to which he lowered his voice and arched eyebrows. “Sorry- I just meant that the ice was for my glass.” He said as he opened the bag, and pour the cubes into his glass with a clink, before pouring himself a stiff drink of that amber liquid. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He could feel the fine follicles on the back of his neck stiffen as his face grew hot in embarrassment. What the hell was this? Had you just made him anxious? No one had even done that before, not even when it came to his enemies and the many times they looked him in the eyes as they got close to taking his life.

Although you were at first, you could then sense the sincery in his voice and took a step towards him. “it’s okay..”

The air was thick and heavy as you waited for him to take a long and hard few gulps from his glass before setting it down again. You looked around the giant, dim room, only to stop your sight on the speckled blood that stained the rug.

“I- let me go get my materials to come clean that up before it seeps into it!” You started to say as turned to rush out, more so from this awkward atmosphere.

“(y/n) wait a minute-“ Jiho said abruptly as he started to get up from his seat.

You stopped in your tracks, still afraid from the scene before, worrried if you didn’t listen to him, you would get the same treatment as that unfortunate man.

“You don’t have to worry about it, m’kay?” He said reassuringly as he sat back down in his chair. “All I really want you to do, is stay, and listen.”

You were surprised by all of this but nodded as you came back and stood with your hands clasped together in front of you next to the desk he sat at.

Jiho knew in this moment, it was a big mistake for him to call you back in as you stood there, looking pretty, seriously pretty to him. He noticed your lovely features that made you, you. Your hair, the hues you had to your body, eyes, strands, lips, fingertips. How had he never seen you in this light before?

He reached for his glass to get another drink, but accidentally knocked it over onto him with a low and and frustrated growl, to which made you smile and giggle. You had never seen him so clumsy, but cool all the time so seeing his was a rare sight.

He quickly looked up at you just in time to see your smile, followed by your giggle, and couldn’t help but stare. This scared you though, thinking that you had made him mad for laughing at him, but that didn’t seem like the case as he smirked. “Wow- that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile around this crummy place.” This moment confirmed it. He had taken interest in you.

You could feel the air lessen and feel lighter as you blinked a few times before giving a small smile and shrug, “It’s because this is the first I’ve seen you being clumsy-“ You paused as your smile faded. “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Laughing at you- which I’m not! I just thought it was a little funny..”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to explain yourself or emotions. I should be the one apologizing.”

“What? For what?”

“I was a real d*ck to you, and so were my boys. You were just doing your job, and that’s not a way to treat a lady. That, and you having to see that mess from earlier.”

You looked down back towards the stained rug. That was sure to stick with you for sometime, but you were happy to have him acknowledge the treatment you were getting and felt happy to have an apology.

“Thank you.” You gave him a smile, to which he smiled back at. In this moment he didn’t seem like the scary gangster you had met back then. “I should get back to it then.”

“Stay.” He said as he stood up, gently putting his hand near yours, gently touching his fingers against yours. Usually he had always gotten what he wanted, and as bad as he wanted to grab your hand, or just all of you within his arms, he knew that patients was important so he didn’t scare you away, let alone disrespected you. “I mean, I’d rather you stick close until my men are done downstairs. Don’t want you running into anymore violence today.”

That last sentence made him pause.

Violence

That was one thing you were sure to be around if he pursued you. He couldn’t have that, it hurt him to let you go, but maybe it was the best thing. No- He has never felt this way for someone before, and he wasn’t sure if he would ever again. He had to at least try even if it might have meant that you were to be in danger, but he knew one thing. If you were to somehow magically give him a chance, he would give you the world and make sure that no one would ever touch you.

With a tight expression, he looked over at you and pursed his lips together before opening his mouth. “(y/n)..I have something I want to ask, would a pretty gal like yourself want to go out?”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head as you looked at him in a surprised manner. “Go out? Like a date?”

“Just one night, give it some thought at least okay? I’ll be honest in saying that I’ve never done this before, asked someone else out, but I’m hopping to get a chance to talk with you in a less formal setting.”

All the fear and anxiety you felt before wasn’t quite there anymore. You sighed as he spoke, but happily. You wanted to give him the ne edit of the doubt and get to know him since you would be working with him.

“Yes, I would love to.”

He smiled and leaned back in his seat, wondering how this would all play out.

-Admin Bonbori

#zico #zico angst #zico oneshot #zico mafia #block b #yandere #yandere lpop #yandere kpop #kpop blog #kpop reaction #zico rections #zico scenarios

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oppareaction · 4 years

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Reaction Stray Kids : gostando de você em segredo

Bang Chan

• por mais que ele tentasse não agir de forma estranha , ele te tratava de um jeito diferente , sempre prestava atenção no que dizia e te observava sempre que tinha a oportunidade

• quando você sorri , ele não consegue conter o sorriso também , você o contagia

• cuidadoso , você se sentia protegida ao lado dele

" S/n , o que você acha de um sorvete ? "

Han

• ele amava te fazer sorrir , amava o seu sorriso

• você sabe que pode contar com ele para qualquer coisa , ele faz questão de deixar isso claro

• tem medo de se declarar e acabar te perdendo

" S/n , eu tenho uma nova piada "

Woojin

• ele já gostava de você há muito tempo , está esperando o momento certo para se declarar

• ele cuida de você de uma forma extremamente fofa , presta atenção em todos os detalhes

• te observa secretamente mas quando você o olha novamente ele acaba ficando vermelho

" não consigo tirar ela da cabeça , oh céus "

Felix

• ele fez uma música dedicada a você e pensa em se declarar com ela

• não perde a oportunidade de ficar ao seu lado

• gosta quando vê você se alimentando bem e sorrindo

• carinhoso em todos os sentidos

" Você quer uma carona S/n ? É meio tarde .. "

Lee Know

• ama te fazer rir com as piadas bobas dele , mas sabe ser sério quando é preciso

• você sabe que pode contar com ele para tudo , ele sempre deixou isso claro

• quando você esta triste , ele procura te animar com as coisas que geralmente de deixam feliz

" acho que preciso me declarar logo "

Hyungjin

• Quando ele te vê não pode conter um pequeno sorriso no canto da boca

• gosta de te levar para lugares calmos porque assim conseguem ter boas conversas , mas as vezes ele te surpreenderia ao te levar em um parque de diversões

• ele tinha medo de se declarar , tudo poderia dar errado .. mas depois de um tempo , decidiu que tomaria uma atitude logo

" S/n , já faz um tempo que eu queria te dizer algo .. "

Seungmin

• no começo ele tentou te tirar da cabeça algumas vezes , mas não pode deixar de admitir que sente um penhasco por você

• fica todo feliz quando você vai nos ensaios

• fofo , você ama o jeitinho dele

" S/ n , você está com fome ? Precisa de alguma coisa "

I.N

• nunca escondeu que era apaixonado por você , essa é a verdade

• ele se preocupa , gosta de te deixar em casa se o horário já for tarde ou pergunta se já comeu

• ama cada detalhes seu

" não faça isso com meu coração S/n "

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

foi isso , espero que tenham gostado ! ✨

#stray kids #stray kids rections stray kids Brasil #imagine #reaction #kpop #stray kids fandom #stray kids funny

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ally-127 · 4 years

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storm in the studio

genre: angst; fluff (if u squint)

pairing: reader x jaebum

summary: 5 days he’s been gone and you’ve had quite enough.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: strong language; suggestive content (just jaebum being horny);

one shot continues under the cut

you weren’t the biggest fan of the piercing cold of seoul.

but you were most definitely in need of seeing him.

so you just had to endure the cold.

your leather ankle boots weren’t made to suit this weather but regardless, you trudged through the hardened snow of the outdoor parking lot. it was too late at night you just weren’t bothered to park in the underground car park.

jaebum was in the studio burning midnight fuel—or rather, weekly fuel—working on songs to incorporate into an upcoming album, whether solo or not, you didn’t know. you didn’t want to be at your shared apartment all alone like the you’ve been for the past five days so you might as well just be in the studio with him.

it was pitch black out, as it’d been since 5pm this afternoon. you relied on the glow of the streetlights to light up your path to the entrance of the concrete building. smoke drifted out your lips from your breathing, your heart beating steadily in your chest.

you pushed past the heavy glass door that led into the large concrete buliding. late nights were a rare occasion for anyone to be present in such a vacant building, a place unlikely for a music studio to be built in. that was the exact intention of the producers, in order to avoid stalkerish fanatics.

pressing the button to the floor on the lift was hard when there were plastic bags of takeout hanging from your hands. you struggled for a little before managing to get the correct number. you waited, your boots tapping against the ground of the elevator impatiently.

you were frustrated that he hasn’t been home for days.

that he didn’t bother to tell you about it.

that he probably didn’t even notice his own health was slowly deteriorating.

you stopped in front of the familiar door of his studio, contemplating what you wanted to say to him. five days he hadn’t said a word to you. not a single text nor call from him you weren’t sure how to react when you saw his face again.

clingy was definitely not what you were. it was simply worry and concern that came naturally from a person whose significant other hasn’t been home for five days. and someone who had no clue where on earth he was since then.

until today.

your hands found the courage to grip the door handle and push it down. this location was so discrete no password was needed in order to enter. you took a single, deep breath before stepping in.

he had his back faced towards you. he was bent over the desk of control panels and his computer intently. his head was propped on his hand while he stared at the curved screen in front of him. the screen displayed a series of bars that represented the different sounds and harmonies he assembled to create a song. his dark, overgrown hair was unruly from stress. his ankle was crossed over his knee, a posture that he always in when he was indecisive.

jaebum worked far too hard but he’d been like this since forever, you were used to it. you just needed to give him a balance. a balance between the time for work and for himself.

as much as you denied it, you wanted him to make time for you too.

the chair he sat on creaked when he turned around to face where the sound of the closing the door originated, behind you. his feline eyes widened in surprise as they focused on you. he braced his hands on the arm rests of his chair, mouth opening and closing as if he didn’t know what he had to say.

“im jaebeom,” you muttered. you barely called him by his full name but at this point you felt like you needed to. “where the fuck have you been?”

“i was here,” he said matter-of-factly. you caught him holding back a flinch upon hearing his full name and the vulgarity of words that left your lips.

he hid it well though.

like the weather outside he was distant, cold.

a familiar feeling, if you were honest.

“and you didn’t bother to tell me?” you asked quietly.

you sat yourself down on the leather couch right opposite mostly to prevent from falling to your knees. you closed your eyes, took in a few more breaths, and continued. “i didn’t even receive a single text from you.”

“i’m sorry,” he said. “but i’ve been really damn busy.”

“yeah, no shit.” you spat, unable to contain your frustration no longer. you set the takeout roughly on the table with a light bang.

“i really have,” he stood from his seat, his height casting a silhouette on you.

you glanced up at him, at his tousled, black strands of hair. he wore no jewellery except the ring on his index finger that you gifted him, as he did whenever he’s working privately. his tired eyes bore no emotion, lips pressed in a firm line to make you aware that his patience was running thin. the dark under-eye circles were evidence of how much sleep he’d lost over the past month.

“all i needed,“ you closed your eyes to get a grip of yourself. “was one single call. but no, nothing from you.”

“i told you—“

“it’s been really damn difficult to be at home,” you gritted your teeth as you let everything that you’ve been feeling pour out from your system. “when i have to wait till three am for you to come home, only to find out you weren’t even going to.”

those delusional nights were the nights that you felt more insecure than you’ve ever been. maybe your lover had found someone else. maybe you just weren’t good enough.

but it wasn’t like that.

he kneeled down in front of you, taking your hands in his own.

you managed to crack his wall that was void of any emotions, a shield you’d learnt how to overcome in the past years by unleashing your own emotions.

whatever you felt, he felt.

long fingers intertwined with yours, dark eyes staring into your own. he shifted himself closer to you until his long torso was between your thighs. you watched as his pupil traced the single tear of exasperation that rolled down your face.

“i’m sorry,” he breathed, letting go of your hands to reach up and wipe that tear away with his thumb. “fuck, i really am sorry.”

“you know,” you told him, your voice unwavering. “you were beginning to make me lose hope in us.”

“no, do not say that,” jaebum shook his head, warm hands cupping your face.

how pathetic you must’ve looked under him. you hated the feeling of weakness and so did he. that was what drew you both apart. especially when you were both in denial of your emotional vulnerability, of your defeat. it definitely took you time to realise that maybe it was okay for you to just feel. exactly like right now.

suddenly, the feeling of longing for him nagged at your chest. disappointment couldn’t help but creep it’s way up into the crevices of your mind. you found yourself questioning the last time you saw him smile and the last time you heard him laugh, always so vocal it reverberated off any surface. you found yourself missing the smile he reserved for only you, the toothy grin he gave only in the privacy of your bedroom.

he released his grip on your face, uncertain on where he wanted to touch you, somewhere that would calm you down. hands found their way back to yours. he held your hand up to his lips and pressed tender kisses on your knuckles.

“jae,” you murmured, shaking your hands free from his grip. his lips parted in surprise as you nudged him back lightly to give yourself space to stand. “this isn’t going to fix anything,” you stalked toward the door. now, your aggravation turned into anger.

truth to be told, this was one of jaebum’s biggest fears. that you’d give up on him and walk away. that you’d leave him and strand him on his own.

but you had no idea about it.

“don’t leave,” he caught your wrist in his hands before you could storm out. “please.”

you were silent.

“i’ll come home with you right after this,” he pleaded, desperation now lacing his voice. “i promise.”

“no, jaebum,” you shook your head. you’ve had quite enough of this. you were here only to check if he was very well alive and to give him the fuel that he needed and missed out on in order to be alive in the first place.

“please,” he shifted his grip to your hand.

he sat down on the leather couch, hand still around yours. he drew you to him until you were on his lap,

wrapping his arms around your waist. you felt his hard chest press against the space between your shoulder blades and you felt the defined crevices of his abs on your lower back.

“i’ll make it up to you,” he whispered in your ear.

secretly you relished the warmth of his body heat, of his strong arms around you. you leaned your head back on his shoulder.

“stay,” he held you tight to him as if you might disappear if he let go.

“okay,” you breathed after a moment of thought.

jaebum exhaled loudly in obvious relief. “fuck, i missed you.”

“you don’t get to pull the ‘i miss you’ thing on me,” you said, still mad at him. your anger tamed down when you saw the pout formed on his lips when he rested his chin on your shoulder. a smile ghosted at the corners of your lips.

“forgive me,” his lips found their way to skin behind your ear, a delicate place he loved kissing.

you sighed, “just this once.”

to be fair, in all the years that you’ve been with him, this was the first time he did this. so you let him off the hook.

you two sat in comfortable silence before he shifted, sitting up and bringing you along with him.

“i made twelve songs,” he told you.

you were so used to telling each other everything it became an instinctive thing, to tell you about his day and what he did. you chuckled at the sudden piece of information.

“let’s hear them,” you said.

“they’re for my mixtape,” he tapped you on the thigh, signalling you to move aside so he could stand.

you watched as he ambled his way over to the control panel in front of the recording room. he hit play with the space button on the keyboard. synth melodies, bass and carefully assembled beats began playing. it never failed to impress you the fact that he did all of this on his own. then came his harmonious voice, a voice so familiar warmth blossomed in your chest upon hearing it.

he propped himself against the edge of the desk to watch your reaction to his craft.

you paid attention to his lyrics. the words and phrases in this song suddenly seemed so personal once you were able to process what they all meant, all the hidden meanings and connotations became crystal clear. these were lyrics he wrote on his experiences with you—he’d based the entire context of this song on it.

the sensual ambience of his song forced you to stand and your hips to sway subtly to the rhythm of his music. you pretended to be nonchalant about the intense stare he had on you, your eyes focused on the screen rather than his gorgeous face.

even then, you could see the corner of his lip lifting into a smirk as he crossed his arms. his t-shirt exposed the stretch of muscle in his forearms that flexed when his hungry eyes slithered down your face to your hips.

he was checking you out.

but of course, you knew that.

it went on for a few minutes. the more songs he played for you, the deeper his eyes burned into your skin.

those eyes were ones you were the most familiar with. those eyes were what you looked for in crowded places, in times you were in doubt. you’ve watched the brown irises in them ignite when he was excited, when he was angry. you’ve watched them soften every time they focused on you. you’ve watched his pupils dilate every time he was turned on or about to drive you insane with desire.

the atmosphere was suddenly heated, the temperature rising by a few degrees. you took off your coat and laid it by the couch as the wooden floor of his studio became your dance floor.

“come here,” you wriggled your finger to gesture him to do so.

like the magnetic force of attraction he seemed to have with you, he did as you said. you fisted your fingers in his shirt and pulled him closer to you. he leaned his forehead down on yours as you two swayed to the music. you danced, his hands on your hips, your arms around his neck.

“shit,” he breathed.

“what, baby?” you whispered, equally as quiet while the music thrummed in the background.

“i didn’t know how much i needed this,” he tipped your head back with a curved index finger under your chin. you felt his half-lidded gaze cut through you like a knife.

“needed what?” you asked.

“needed you,” he murmured.

“jaebeom,” you sighed. your head dropped onto his shoulder, immediately cutting off the gaze you shared with him and breaking his hold on your chin.

there was nothing said after that. he just held you to him, the deep rumble of his breathing gradually becoming louder than the music. your heartbeats were soon in sync with one another like the languid rhythm to which your bodies were swaying. you recognised in the familiar cologne, his favourite cologne while he recognised yours.

“i wrote all these songs,” he said amidst the silence, causing you to look up at him. “about you.”

“me, huh?”

jaebeom leaned down to run his nose on the crook of your neck, breathing you in. it was easy to tell how much he missed you and your scent that enveloped around him like a safety blanket. you were his reassurance that kept him on his feet, a reminder that sometimes he can take it easy. especially with him being a leader and having all the responsibility chucked on his shoulders.

“yeah, you,” he kissed you once on the jaw before retracting himself from you.

you felt a chill slither through you as a response to the loss of the warmth of his body heat. you ran your hands on your arms, trying to replace it.

the music was brought into a halt. the silence became deafening. the hum of electricity fused with yours and jaebeom’s synchronised breaths that left your lips were the only sounds that rang through the four concrete walls of the studio.

“why’d you pause it?” you asked him, a different kind of disappointment poking at your chest. you were definitely enjoying yourself listening to lover’s carefully curated album.

“because,” the screen in front of him turned to black as he shut it down. “i want to take you home, now.”

he made his way toward the switches, flipping each and every one of it off. he left the overhead lights on though, so he could see the shape of your eyes as they narrowed in suspicion and your hips as they angled to one side. he enjoyed watching your attitude shine through the dark, a striking attribute he was drawn to.

“jae...” you trailed off.

“hm?” he was a step away from you and his fingers were itching to reach out to touch you. he gave in, gently taking your hands in both of his. he stood in front of you, face an inch away but a quarter of a head higher.

“what are you doing?” you asked.

“i don’t know,” jaebeom admitted as he shook his head. he kissed the crown of your head, his barely-there stubble scrapping the bridge of your nose slightly. “i just know i want you, right now.”

you were speechless because you knew exactly what he meant.

eyes tracing across his face, you saw his eyes glisten with lust, with excitement. you saw his lips twitch into a brief smirk when he leaned down to capture your lips in his own.

adrenaline rushed through you, his touch spreading a wildfire throughout your body. a sound similar to a whimper broke free from your lips and he swallowed it whole, using this opportunity to glide his tongue across your lower lip.

he was good at this, jaebeom.

good at making your forget everything with the brush of his lips and hands around your waist.

except his absence in the past five few days that seemed to be the reason you were here in the first place.

you tore your lips way from his to catch your breath, looking up into jaebeom’s eyes.

“we can’t,” you said before the situation could escalate. “not here.”

“what?” he asked, disappointed. “why the hell not?”

he’d been dreaming of bending you over and taking you right on his desk in this exact studio under the dim lighting of the ceiling fixtures.

“we’ve got things to do—you’ve got things to do,” you traced your finger across his face, your heart placed at ease at how familiar you were with his features.

“like what?” he looked at the desk to which he created all his music. “i’m almost finished with most of the songs anyway.”

“i’m talking about you, jae.” you pointed at the take out laid on the table behind him. “when was the last time you ate?”

“yesterday night?” jaebeom pondered.

it was ridiculous that he needed to think in order to remember when his last meal was.

you nudged him back so he could sit on the couch. “here—” you the slid container that was filled with food you had specifically ordered for him forward, knowing it was his favourite and that he needed it. “—eat this.”

“you always take care of me,” he shook his head as if he was ashamed of himself. “where will i be without you, huh?”

for an unclear reason, you avoided meeting his eyes as you let the question drift rhetorically in midair.

he brushed off your ignorance and indulged himself in his food, eating in silence.

you sat down next to him, leaning back on the couch. his back was curved over his knees while he ate, hiding you from his line of vision.

“baby,” he murmured.

there was something so affectionate and loving about the way he said it that you couldn’t help but rest your elbows on your thighs just so you could angle your head to the side in order to look him in the eye.

“yeah?”

“i’m sorry,” he said.

“it’s okay—“

“no,” he shook his head. “it was completely unacceptable for me to keep you in the dark for so long,” it seemed the effect of his absence on you still burdened him, that the short silence while he was eating allowed him to really think through everything. “and i know sex wouldn’t resolve it.”

“jaebeom,” you reached forward to cup his cheek. “i forgive you. besides, i’m here already, am i not?”

he chuckled and began to pack up the takeout all in the bag, tossing it into the bin next to the couch. he turned back to you, swiping a thumb over your bottom lip while his eyes lingered on your face.

“you lost so much of sleep,” he pointed out as he identified the dark circles under your eyes. “because of me.”

“i’m used to it,” you shrugged.

then there was silence again, the fact that he indirectly admitted he was horny looming over you both.

you climbed over him out of impulse, immediately straddling his lap. surprise splashed across his features, his jaw dropping slightly into a gape. you smiled a little at his reaction, your arms snaking around his neck.

“quit stressing,” you said. you felt his hands rest on your hips to keep you from falling.

“it’s really difficult not to—i’m stressed that my music isn’t good enough,” he sighed. “and i’m stressed that i might hurt you, ” he lifted a hand to push a stray hair away from your eyes. “it seems i already have.”

“no,” you placed a hand on his shoulders, massaging it to relieve it from tension.

“ye—ah—“ he squeezed his eyes shut in relaxation and threw his head back onto the edge couch. “—yes.”

“jae,” you gave him a solemn look although he clearly wasn’t paying attention.

“if i could’ve just picked up the ph—“

“jae,” you repeated more firmly this time.

“what?” he said.

“shut up,” you said.

“okay,” he chuckled, fingers tightening around your hips.

you worked your hands on his shoulders for a little longer, your eyebrows drawn together as you loosened all the knots formed by stress in the planes of his muscles. a sigh escaped your lips the moment your hands released his shoulders.

a few seconds later, you found, his eyes had almost been drawn into a close. he was exhausted and obviously, you knew that. his hands were still on your waist as his head dropped forward onto your shoulder.

“hey,” you murmured, running your fingers through his hair. “come on, it’s getting late. i’ll drive the both of us home, you can get your car tomorrow.”

he groaned your name, followed by a string of words you couldn’t really decipher.

a grunt, as unattractive as it was, left your lips as you lifted jaebum up from the couch with his arm slung around your shoulders.

“i can walk myself, you know.”

“oh, so you can speak now,” you teased him.

“i’m not drunk,” he nuzzled his head in your neck.

“you’re tired,” you glanced sideways at him.

“that, i am.”

“let’s go,” you grabbed your coat in your other hand, while the other supported half of his weight.

“wait,” he dragged you along with him to the switches by the wall. “i need to turn this off or the electricity bill will injure my bank account.”

you chuckled, shaking your head. “you’re crazy.”

“crazy for you,” he murmured, making you roll your eyes.

everything was pitch black and neither of you could see as you two made your way to the front door where light leaked through the edges.

“ow!” he screamed next to you as his movements jerked the both of you to the side. “my shin—fuck.”

you held back a laugh, cupping your hand over your mouth.

“fuck, it hurts,” he hissed, crouching down and bringing you down with him to check his on his so-called injury. “i’m literally going to destroy this damn table.”

“jae, we have to go,” you shook your head, a smile on your face despite the fact that neither of you could see.

“yes mom.”

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