#park jinyoung fanfic

[prettywordsyouleft]

Well Rewarded

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: friends to lovers / romance / suggestive / valentine’s day au

Warnings: suggestive content, lingerie, some nudity, basically everything but the smut, lol.

Author’s Note: of course, it’s the first time I write Jinyoung in 8 months, and he demands all this from me. Happy Valentine’s Day. Also friends, the concept of this story is a bit cringe about wanting to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but I don’t believe we all need to buy into the holiday. And if people shame you for not having a Valentine, then they’re the problem. This was just a bit of fun <3

Word count: 2100

You smiled as you read the note that came attached to the large bouquet of flowers, vaguely paying attention to the gushing from your co-workers.

He had remembered.

“Oh Y/N, you sneaky devil! You have kept tight-lipped about this one!”

“You’ve got explaining to do. Who’s the admirer?”

Your smile grew to Cheshire lengths, but you tried to rein it in. If you looked too giddy, they would insist on too many details. You needed to keep the charm there, bask in the attention the flowers had given you, and then accept that your ruse had worked.

Nothing more.

“Let me check the note out,” your manager Wendy insisted and plucked it out of your grasp. “‘Y/N, I know you don’t like a big fuss, but you’re worth it. Can’t wait to see you tonight, Love J xxx.’ Who’s J?”

“Someone special,” you replied truthfully, closing your eyes and thinking back to the disappointing Valentines you had last year, and how you had sobbed drunkenly on your best friend’s shoulder.

“Everyone got something in the office. Everyone except me. I’m going to have to send myself flowers next year just to make sure they don’t pity me as they did today. There’s nothing wrong with being single! Yet why do I feel so miserable?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll send you flowers.” Jinyoung was running his hand up and down your back rhythmically, trying to soothe your nerves.

“You will?” you asked, looking up at him with doe eyes, your bottom lip wobbling. “You’d do that for me?”

“Sure. You’re the only Valentine I want to have anyway. We’ll make a big deal out of it. If you’re not in a relationship next year, I’ll make this day so special you’ll never cry on it again.”

Another smile brightened your face as you thought over Jinyoung’s offer. You had honestly forgotten all about it until the bouquet had turned up, his tell-tale handwriting on the card making your heart leap. You were going to give him the best night ever. Should you cook for him? You could stop by the grocery store on your way to his, the ritual of Tuesday nights being spent together now growing more exciting as your thoughts progressed. Since he’d done this for you, you wanted to repay him with something delicious. Candlelit dinner for a fun touch. You spent the whole afternoon half-focused on your work tasks, whilst drafting up a dinner and dessert plan that would make your best friend happy.

You were excited by the time work was over and went to rush out of the building. No such luck, however, as your co-workers pulled you aside. “Hot date tonight, huh?”

“Something of the sort.”

“Are you prepared to blow his mind?” You merely stared back at Wendy as her eyebrows danced. She shared a look with the other two ladies and looped their arms through yours. “This is a big deal. You’ve worked at the company for five years and this is the first Valentine’s gift you’ve received. Time to make sure he receives too.”

You should have known with all their giggling you’d end up at a lingerie store two blocks over. You were so stunned that you didn’t even protest as they dragged you inside. And somehow, thirty minutes later, you left with a purchase made and a flush to your cheeks.

I’ll just wear it for myself sometime, you reasoned as you dashed towards the grocery store, loading a basket full of the supplies you had made a list for, trying not to think of how Jinyoung would have reacted to you wearing the set in the bag dangling off your arm. In another world, where you were both lovers and the flowers had meant more than saving face, you could imagine greeting Jinyoung after work in just the lingerie and heels, hungry eyes devouring your curves, your bare skin. It would definitely end with dessert being served up before the main course.

Shaking away the sinful image of your best friend lusting over you physically, you hurried through the rest of your shop before heading to Jinyoung’s place. Years ago, he had gifted you a key to his place, and tonight it would come in handy.

Or it would have if Jinyoung hadn’t beat you home first. “What’s all this?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jinyoung!” you exclaimed delightedly, bustling into his kitchen and dropping your heavy grocery load on the kitchen countertop. “You remembered our pact.”

His curious expression grew smug momentarily as he looked at you. “I told you I would do it.”

“And I owe you one. So, since you have no date for tonight, I figured I’d spoil you.”

“You did, huh?” His attention fell back to the assorted bags, snagging on one in particular.

You followed his focused stare to the lingerie-branded bag, your mouth falling ajar at the sight of it mixed in with the groceries. You had been in such a hurry to get inside before he was home, that you must’ve grabbed it by accident. Shifting forward, you snapped it up off the table with an awkward laugh. “Oops!”

“That’s not for me too?” he teased, though his tone was too husky for it to remain light. “What’s inside?”

“Just something,” you attempted to sound airy as you shoved it under your purse, and tucked your coat overtop. “Nothing important.”

“You bought lingerie today.”

“Well, the flowers got the ladies excited. They dragged me to the store after work. I guess I got caught up in the throes of things.” You smiled widely. “Anyway, how does steak sound? I got a good cut and—”

“What colour is it?” Jinyoung continued, his gaze zeroed in on your coat, as if he was trying to scan through the layers to find it himself. He rocked on his heels and took a decisive step forward.

“Why does it matter?”

“I’m just curious. You’ve never been one to shop on a whim for undergarments.”

You placed a hand on your hip. “That you know of. I happen to own many nice sets. You just haven’t seen any before.”

His eyes darkened and he took another step forward. “Huh. I thought I knew everything about you, best friend.”

“It’s not like I think about the underwear you wear.”

“You already know what brand and size I wear. You bought me some for my birthday,” he replied instantly, fingers grazing your coat, caressing it with a patience that was missing from his tense expression.

Pausing on pulling out the ingredients for the meal, you walked back to his side, threw back your coat and shoved the bag into his hands. He looked at you and then the bag, suddenly unsure. You smirked. “What? You wanted to see what’s inside.”

“Did you think of me when you bought this?” he murmured so low that you weren’t sure he actually uttered the words. Breaking the sticker holding the bag closed, a deep inhale is all you heard as he peered inside. “Blue and white. You were thinking of me.”

“It was pretty,” you managed to say around your suddenly dry mouth, swallowing to try and moisten it.

There had been instances over your friendship where you had imagined this. Christ, you had only forty minutes ago. But you’d always pushed the thoughts aside, cherishing the decades of friendship more than a bout of intimacy. With the way Jinyoung now stood frozen, a fistful of satin locked within his grasp, you wondered if maybe it would be worth it.

“Jinyoung.”

“Mm?”

“Do you… want to see it on?” you asked, unsure where the confidence came from. He had never made you feel uncomfortable within your body, but it wasn’t like you to just offer a scantily-dressed option of yourself up to anyone.

He isn’t just anyone though, your brain reminded, as you caught his pupil-dilated stare, his hand trembling as he thrust the garments at you. Grabbing them, you nodded once as his jaw tightened, and you strode over to the bathroom, clicking the door shut.

Away from the heady atmosphere, you let out a small laugh. “What the hell am I doing?” you asked yourself as your hands worked down the zipper of your dress, the fabric pooling at your feet. You weren’t prepared for this. You would have waxed; shaved at the very least. But for some reason, that didn’t deter you. The more clothing you pulled off, the more determined you were to have this moment regardless.

Whether or not Jinyoung had been at the forefront of your thoughts when purchasing the lingerie, he was now. You needed him to see you in it. It was a craving unlike any other, and you were excited. After clasping the bra hooks together, you smoothed your hands down your silhouette and turned to look in the mirror. You had subconsciously left your heels on, completing the fantasy you had envisioned in the supermarket before.

Emboldened, you turned and opened the door. Jinyoung was standing with his back to you, though you knew he was aware of your return to the living room. Maybe he was regretting pushing the idea. Your hopes were dashed a little. “Well, it fits nice, so…”

The deflecting words died on your tongue when he turned, raking his gaze over you from head to toe. You were under his spotlight, and instead of nerves rushing through as you expected, the flames in his stare heated your skin with every longing caress.

“When I sent you those flowers, I wasn’t quite expecting such a gift in return,” he hoarsely said, striding towards you until he was close to brushing against you. You gasped as his breath met your exposed skin, his eyes still roaming over you. “I’m not complaining one bit.”

“So, dinner?” you questioned weakly, unable to hide the desire filling your voice. You wanted him. You wanted to see as much bare skin as you were showing him. As if he read your mind, he reached over the back of his head and tugged off his hoodie and tee all at once. You blinked, eyes wandering over his broad chest and shoulders. You had seen this all before, but not under these circumstances, and definitely not with the ability to be allowed to touch. Jinyoung hissed when your palm connected against his overheated skin.

“Dinner?” he echoed, letting out a chuckle. “Darling, the last thing on my mind right now is eating.”

His eyes flashed with sinful recognition of his statement and Jinyoung let out a groan. “Actually, I am hungry for something else.”

“We do this and you know it’s going to make us want it again and again.”

“Oh, I’m aware. I don’t think I’ll be done worshipping what you’ve presented me for weeks to come.”

A smile spread out your lips as you pushed yourself flush against him, angling your face towards his. “Only weeks?”

“I have a confession to make. I forgot about the pact we made last year until you mentioned it before. I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you today and sent the flowers. You’re the only Valentine I ever want.”

“Well then, Valentine,” you started, breath mingling with his, lips barely an inch apart. “You’re all I want too. I guess we should go work up an appetite.”

“And what if I make it so you’re too exhausted to cook?” Jinyoung asked as he walked you backwards into the wall, another gasp leaving you when his lips pressed into your neck. You angled your head with ease, allowing him to taste your already feverish skin.

“That’s okay. We can always order in. I’ll cook it tomorrow.”

“Good. Because the idea of letting you out of my bed tonight sounds unfathomable.”

And then his lips were on yours, sealing the deal. You couldn’t think of anything other than Jinyoung, of the taste of him, the feel of his hands squeezing and touching you everywhere. There was only this man within your mind and you were ready to be driven wild by him.

You squeaked when he finally navigated you both to his bedroom and your legs brushed against the edge of the bed. Jinyoung’s hands were on your back, unhooking the bra you had barely worn in front of him and reverently placing down on the comforter beside you. He shook his head.

“I got the better gift today,” he announced, and you laughed breathily, running your hand over his torso.

“We’re both about to be well rewarded for our efforts, don’t you think?”

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[fanfic-wonderland]

Lunch Break {Park Jinyoung}

(A/N): Here is yet another request. Enjoy!

Summary: Jinyoung is a teacher who loves to please parents, but his favorite person to please is still you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader, Teacher!Jinyoung (It's an open relationship I guess)

Word count: 1.6k

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 You’re carefully holding onto your and Jinyoung’s lunch as you walk around the very long school halls. Although it might have a somewhat confusing structure for some people, you already know the way to his office by heart and you don’t have to do any double takes to verify where you’re going. You've been here way too many times, so much that you can name most of the teachers and locate their classrooms pretty easily.

You pass by a few familiar faces, some of them waving to you as a greeting and you wave back with a huge smile on your face. You like the people here, they've always been so nice and welcoming, all because you’re Jinyoung’s girlfriend. They absolutely adore him. Everyone does; the teachers, the students, the parents, the principal… he was pretty much born to work here.

You stand in front of his door, his name etched onto the wood in light brown letters. Before you can open it, someone else comes out of the classroom and beats you to it. It’s a man, tall and very handsome, looking to be around his mid-thirties. He’s dressed in elegant business clothing; he probably had to get out of work in order to come here. Despite the serious aura he enhances, he has a dazed look and the biggest smile on his face. He’s so lost in his own mind that he doesn’t even notice you when you walk past him, and you have an idea of what just happened.

You shake your head as you slide through the closing door, finding your boyfriend stretching his arms, his toned back welcoming you. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt with a nice tie and some grey dress pants, and your eyes linger a bit too long on his behind. “What did you do to that man?” you question with a chuckle.

Jinyoung does not seem startled as he finally turns to face you. In fact, he looks so relaxed that one would think he’s high. “Why do you ask?”

“He looked like he just got the best blow job of his life.”

“Well, maybe he did.” He proudly confirms your suspicions and then smirks down at you. “Jealous?”

“Of him?” you quirk a brow as he walks towards you and his arms slowly sneak around your waist, the warmth of his body engulfing you as he pulls you close. “Hmm… a little bit. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” he chortles.

“Mhm,” you murmur before he pulls you in for a quick kiss.

Yes, your boyfriend also happens to have a little “side job”, if you can call it that, and it may or may not require doing certain… favors for the students’ parents. He’s been doing it since way before you guys started dating and even though he was willing to stop for you, you assured him that you didn’t mind, “just as long as you save the best favors for me.”. He was more than happy to oblige to that.

“I brought you lunch.” You raise the large bag up to his eye level.

Jinyoung’s smile grows wider. “Burgers?”

“Loaded.”

“I love you so much.” He says as you hand him the food. “God, I’m starving.”

“I bet,” You tease. Then you reach into your purse. “I also brought you this.”

Jinyoung chuckles as he takes the black squishmallow in the form of a cute little bat from your hand, eyeing it carefully. “Not that I don’t like it, but why?”

You shrug. “It just reminded me of you.”

He looks puzzled for a moment. “I remind you of a bat?”

“Well, I thought it was cute!” You laugh. “And I happen to find you cute as well, so…”

“Do you, now?” Jinyoung places the bag and the squishmallow aside on his desk, right next to a framed picture of the both of you on a Christmas holiday.

“Sometimes.” You say with another innocent shrug.

Jinyoung pretends to look offended. “Now you’re just being bratty.”

He wraps his arms around you again and you giggle. “Does it bother you?”

“Not at all.”

His lips part yours in the most seductive way and you respond quickly, your hands roaming around his chest before pulling on his tie. He deepens the kiss once you do and his grip tightens, which just lets you know that there’s no way out of this now. It makes you forget what you’re really here for, for a moment; you almost forget that you’re in his classroom and that anyone can walk in at any moment. “Jinyoung,” You murmur against his lips. When he hums a response you say, “The door is still unlocked.”

Jinyoung leans back in, pressing his lips against your jaw. “So?”

You slap his chest, hard enough to get a surprised chuckle out of him. He is too turned on to tease you any further at this point so he goes to lock the door, and once he’s done he suddenly grabs you by the back of your thighs and lifts you up. You let out a shriek while your legs wrap around him, his lips connecting to yours one more time. His tongue wanders all over your mouth as if this is the first time he’s kissing you, and it leaves your head spinning. You can just tell that despite him just being with someone else a few minutes ago, he is in desperate need of you. Because at the end of the day, you’re the most important person in his life. The person he loves to please the most.

He sits you down on the edge of his desk and you push his stuff away without looking. You help him unbuckle his pants before his hands go under your skirt to remove your panties. There’s a reason why you wore that outfit in particular, and this is exactly it.

Usually, Jinyoung takes his time with you, but your skin is so soft and your scent is so intoxicating and he hasn’t seen you in almost a whole day that It’s nearly impossible for him to be so patient. You don’t mind it; you’re just as needy as him, if not a bit more, especially when he looks so good in his teacher outfit. And he obviously knows the effect that he has on you; It’s clearly evident by the way that he’s smirking down at you, rubbing his member against your folds teasingly until his urges finally give in and he fully goes in.

He starts at a slow pace, giving you time to adjust to his size, and when he’s sure that it feels good for you, his thrusts grow faster. You hold onto him for dear life, your fingers digging into his skin when they sneak underneath his shirt. You’re moaning despite your efforts of staying quiet. They get a bit too loud but you don’t even realize it. Jinyoung muffles them with a hand on your mouth before you go out of control. “Baby, I absolutely love it when you moan like this for me but right now I need you to keep quiet, or else you’ll get me fired.”

He’s not angry. Far from it. In fact, he seems quite amused and like he’s enjoying the way you’re quickly losing yourself to him. You nod at his words, but you can’t promise much. He just feels so amazingly good that It’s hard to keep quiet. You almost find yourself not caring that people can hear you anymore, if it wasn’t for what he had said. He’s right, and you would hate to be the reason why he lost a job that he loves.

With each thrust, he manages to hit all the right spots perfectly and you are unsure how much longer you can keep quiet, though. You also begin to wonder if he’s actually doing this just to mess with you. The way he’s smirking down at you sure makes it look like he is. You want to punch him in the face but at the same time, you don’t want him to stop.

Your release is strong and glorious, but you did not expect any less. Jinyoung knows you like the palm of his hand by now; he knows what makes you feel good, what makes your whole body shiver, and what makes you scream out in pleasure. It’s not only because he has plenty of experience already, but also because he loves taking his time getting to know all of you. Even when he thinks he knows everything, he always discovers something new about you every single time, even if It’s just the slightest of things. It can be from the way your expressions shift with his every touch to how your skin tingles when he reaches a certain spot with his tongue. He just loves seeing a new side of you every time he fucks you and this time it is no different. His hand is still covering your mouth, your eyes rolling back as you come out of your high. To him, It’s the most beautiful sight.

You’re both breathing heavily together, his forehead pressed to yours as he pecks your nose. You miss his warmth as soon as he pulls away, watching him closely as he zips his pants back up. He scans the room for a moment before his eyes finally spot the panties he blindly tossed across the room earlier, handing them to you with a grin. You roll your eyes before snatching them from him, hopping out from the desk, and sliding them back on. Once you’re both back to normal, Jinyoung grabs you by the waist and gives you yet another, much quicker kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You smile widely because you can’t help it.

Jinyoung then snaps his fingers and points at you with a casual smile. “So, anyway… burgers?”

You point back to him. “Sounds like a plan.”

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✿ SHOP IRISES

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The Savage King by inyournightmares97 (17.0k)★★ || Royalty AU || The whispers heard through the grapevine say that King Jinyoung is a savage. But perhaps a man who is feared by all, still has many fears of his own.

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[shibuinni3]

You Were Beautiful

13/02/24; Capa para futura doação.

Park Jinyoung e Kwon Yuri, Got7 e SNSD.

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Jinyoung Park with Unhinged F!Reader

Medical genius, who? (given up on links, just check pinned masterlist for series)

"Hey~" you singsong, and Jinyoung Park whirls round.

How the...? His eyes flicker over your naked form.

Look all you want, you have no shame. It'll be the same body that destroys him either way. You couldn't wait.

You relocate your shoulder without even a flinch, all the time never taking your eyes off his. He seems to shrink and cower under you gaze. The reaction fills you with pleasure.

.

.

Is this fair? No. Is aging your fault? No. Could you help being younger? Also no. Do you have a time machine? For the last time, no.

You might have found Jinyoung Park a few years late, but you couldn't wait to sink your teeth into him.

It took a few tries to sniff him out, and when you got close, he was actually the one that approached you, injected a questionable concoction, and then you woke up strapped to a gurney.

My my, you are suitably impressed. It's been a while since you've been on the backfoot. This bodes well.

You lie completely naked, bound by straps while the mad doctor appears to be fiddling with something, his back to you. You squint: are those clippers and a razor?

Nevertheless. What was that again about silly men underestimating you? You grit your teeth as you silently and painfully dislocate your shoulder, allowing you to wriggle out of his contraption.

You take care not to make any noise as you make your way closer, stalking him like prey. By the time he realises you're awake and free, it's too late.

When he turns, your face is mere inches from his and contorted into a wicked grin.

If anyone asked, Jinyoung would deny that he's past his peak. But truth was, years away from being on the front line meant he wasn't what he used to be. However, even in his prime years, he knew he wouldn't have stood a chance.

Your bloodlust and savagery is unmatched. His years of fighting and experience and war faded to nothing.

He's not sure if he could ever forget your manical laughter as you pulverised and beat him into a pulp.

He might as well have been a baby facing against an insurmountable monster.

.

.

You very rarely doubt yourself, you don't tend to go for older men and made an exception this time. But looking down at the unconscious man: face aready swelling and becoming unrecognisable, lab coat torn and covered in blood-

...And those random needles sticking out of him? Well if you leave these strange equipment lying around, of course you would get stabbed at the first chance. What's the saying? All's fair in war and war - wait, that didn't sound right.

You wonder if you should have taken it a bit easier. Respect your elders and all that shit.

Eh, whatever. You suspect he was pitiful even in his youth. What is it with these men never living up to your expectations?

You look for your clothes and your trusty list of names but they're nowhere to be found. How annoying.

And you've fucking broken a nail too for your troubles.

No matter, your face lights up as your eyes land on the clippers. You make a grab for them, enjoying the way it buzzes in your hand.

You start whistling and reach for his hair.

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[kmazine]

I Can't Have You

bestfriend!jinyoung x female reader

genre : angst

For some reason, the walk back home feel so long and painful.

"Why it can't it be me?"

"I love you, Jinyoung"

You silently mutter under your breath. The words that you couldn't even say to him. The tears you don't bother to wipe, streaming down your face.

"Jinyoung, you okay?" You ask your best friend over the phone when your best friend called you an hour ago. It was late at night so you wonder why he call.

It was silent for a few seconds until you heard sniffles taking over the background noise that you register was from some television show. You didn't think much more. You immediately jump out from your bed and run towards your door.

"I'm coming" You heard Jinyoung replied with a sad hum and probably a nod, and that makes you fasten you steps. Luckily his apartment is not that far so you already in his apartment within minutes.

"Hey, you okay? How many days you've been drinking like this?" Closing the door behind you and took off your shoes, you can see few empty bottles of soju on the floor next to him. You immediately sit beside him on the floor. Your heart sank at the way his shoulder slouch, arms hugging his knees. He looks up to you when he hears your presence. And you look at him. Eyes swollen and he looks gaunt too. You scoot next to him and wrap your arms around his shoulder, hoping that you'd bring him comfort.

"We- we broke up" His tears starts to roll down his cheeks again as he said that. You let out a pain sigh, slowly wiping his tears with your fingers and pat his head softly.

"It's okay, Jinyoung. You will get through this. You will be fine okay?" You still stroking his hair, like an adult trying to persuade a child to not cry over candies.

"But I really love her, Y/n. It's been a few days and it hurts me that I can't see her face and listen to her voice. I can't do this Y/n. I miss her so much I feel like -- my heart..." He sniffled between words and voice quavering at the last part as he tapping his chest harder each sentences as if that will ever chase the pain away. You take his hands away and give him a tight grip, as to tell him, you're there for him. Your heart clenched to see him like this.

You know falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea. You've been liking him even before you became friend. Stealing glance at him during the class or sometimes exchanging smiles and nods when you saw each others is your definition of happiness back then. Then one semester, you and Jinyoung were assigned together for university projects and both of you clicked right away and the next thing you know, you two are inseparable as best friends. When you thought it's going to be easy for you and your feelings, but it was far from that.

Because from then on, Jinyoung see you as his best friend and best friend only.

Then start the cycle of your crumbling love story. You listen to his sobbing stories after the break ups like a best friend do. He try to match you with his other good friends because as a best friend, he want to see you happy with a good guy. Once, you ended up help him with the girl he likes because he just can't stop begging you.

Even after graduating and working on different companies, the cycle never end. And that's why it's hard. It's harder now to confess and tell him you love him. After everything, after all these years.

Especially this time, the relationship didn't seems like the others. He wasn't just smitten, and she didn't seem like the other girls she dated in the past. As much as you hate to admit it, he's definitely in love. You never thought they'll break up if you're being honest. She's a perfect woman any man can ever wish. It was perfect, as if they're actually made for each others.

You know asking him what happened now wont help him so you decided to make him a meal and tea to calm himself down. It was hard forcing the man to eat but you do every way you can and he finally give in.

"I don't know what will I do without you. Thank you Y/n" He give you a sad smile as he lays down on the couch. Deep sighs never left his mouth. You put the empty bottles in a plastic and put them aside and clean his messy living room.

"Glad I could help. You look too miserable for me not to to do that. I know it's hard but please, do not skip meals." You grabbing the blanket to cover his full body.

"Y/n?" He called for you so you lower yourself so your eyes meet on his level.

"Is it always this hard after the break up? It hurts so much. How can love be this painful huh? "He chuckles - probably knows how pathetic and sad he sound right now. You didn't say anything, just let him rambles more and give him another sympathetic smiles.

You make sure he was sleeping when you decided to leave. You're about to close the door when you heard his phone rings. You can hear Jinyoung shuffles to get up and the last thing you heard his voice saying her name. You closed the door shut, hoping that your heart closed the same for him.

There is a person that you can’t have even when you love them,

Just look at me, I’m next to you but I can’t have you,

I can’t have you.

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a.n : this one have been sitting in my draft for months now. This is based from Bank's I Can't Have You (korean old song) and the lyrics are just heart breaking so here we go. Again, please do not mind the grammatical mistakes and typos. I will fix it later from time to time. Because the more I re-read, the more I want to delete this so I'll just post first.

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[kpopimaginings]

"It's not worth it" - Jinyoung

You knew this would happen. You and Jinyoung had recently announced your relationship to the GOT7 boys. Part of the reason you had kept it quiet early on was because you knew there would be teasing. You could have also predicted that BamBam and Jackson were going to be the main perpetrators.

You were out for a group dinner for the first time since they found out and the teasing started immediately. You honestly weren't too bothered by it, but you noticed Jinyoung's clenched jaw as he glared at the members who were talking. You took his hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze, trying to silently tell him to let it go.

Once the food came out, things quietened down for a moment.

"Don't let them get to you," you whispered to Jinyoung.

He just nodded in acknowledgment, but you knew he hadn't really taken your comment to heart.

As you finished eating, you took Jinyoung's hand again and shot him a little smile.

"Ah, look at you two all loved up," BamBam started again.

"Cut back on the PDA though," Jackson added.

You rolled your eyes at the comment, but once again Jinyoung couldn't let it slide.

"We looked at each other. How is that PDA?"

"Relax, Jinyoung-ie," Jackson told him, before turning to you. "Are you sure about him? He's a bit uptight!"

You bit your lip to keep yourself from chuckling and further annoying your boyfriend.

Then, you jumped slightly as Jinyoung brought his hand down on the table.

"Jinyoung!" you scolded.

"What was the one thing I asked of you, Jackson?" he snapped, ignoring your interjection.

Jackson stared blankly at Jinyoung.

"All I said was don't tease Y/n," he continued. "You can wind me up all you like but when she's around, you knock it off."

"But she's our friend too," Jackson pointed out.

"Yeah, she's used to us, she knows what we're like," BamBam added.

You were about to agree with them, when Jinyoung  spoke again.

"I'm crazy about Y/n, ok? The last thing I want is you idiots scaring her off."

"Jinyoung-ie, that's so sweet," you said, your voice now softer, "And I'm very pleased you want me to stick around, but the boys are right, I've known them for long enough that I expected this. A little teasing among friends isn't going to make me leave."

"Ok, but-"

"No, it's not worth it. I want to be with you, and Jackson and BamBam being littles shits isn't going to change that."

Jinyoung couldn't help but smile and chuckle as the troublemakers complained at your choice of words. Smiling back, you leant in and pecked a soft kiss to his lips.

It surprised you somewhat when the resulting 'Ew' came from Yugyeom.

"Don't you start," you told him with a smile, before resting your head on Jinyoung's shoulder while you waited for desert.

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

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[randynova]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 — 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂

ᴊɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴋ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐽𝑖𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤-𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (s): sᴍᴜᴛ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ, ʙɪɢ ᴀɢᴇ-ɢᴀᴘ, ᴅʀᴜɢɢᴇᴅ, sᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ sᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀ-sᴜʙᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ

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A.N.: As always, stuff like this is self-indulgent lol. I did say I was going to do it, and @plopifuee gave me the encouragement to do it🤭. N' like @o3o-aya said: I am down bad — so fucking tremendously😩. So, writing about a condescending and smart-ass psychopath? Yes please! And to my best friend that is concerned about my taste in men and is disappointed in said taste, this is specifically for you <3

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𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝.

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠.

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If there was one responsibility Eugene failed to mention in his job offer to help the medical prodigy Jinyoung Park, it would be how you were expected to be a sort of stress reliever for the man and be fucked stupid to the man's content — whether you wanted to or not. Yet, you couldn't be upset for the most part. For the high pay of "helping" the older man, it became tolerable, especially when he was in a good mood. 

There were times he could be a decent man, don't worry. For instance: slow kisses along your neck while you sat on his lap as his long fingers pumped in-and-out your pussy, having you sit on his desk with his head between your legs as he shamelessly slurped on your slick cunt beneath your pencil skirt, have you suckle on his cock while he did paperwork, or maybe when he asked before he fucked you roughly against any nearby surface. Of course, he gave you a thick wad of cash after every encounter, on top of your already high regular salary. 

So why complain? Simple. His unpredictable fits of rage. 

They were always followed by his need to abuse and stuff your pussy until he was satisfied, until his anger melted away. During these instances, you were left sore and left to deal with the grim aftermath.

Unfortunately, you caught him in a bad mood today, with the criminal doctor coming into one of the spare medical rooms you were cleaning up and stabbing your neck with one of the needles he carried in his pocket without so much as a single greeting. All you could remember before blacking out was his silvery voice cooing at you, "Don't hate me too much, okay?"

Waking up with a familiar fullness, your form lay limp on the vast examination table, your thin pretty blouse fully unbuttoned as your tits bounced with each erratic buck, your boss already having his black slacks half-way down his thighs, your hips resting in his palms as he lifts your legs up to his waist, pinning them apart. Your head lulled side to side as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Though, you couldn't as your vision only showed you blurred silhouettes of everything. Even looking at the doctor proved to be difficult, barely making out the outline of his dazed features whilst he ruts into your cunt with such vigor, such desperate hunger, and raw fury.

The stretch of your weeping heat as he slides in and out is not enough to quell his anger, even as the swollen tip of his fat cock pierces the opening of your womb, pushing his cum deeper into your poor pussy without so much as a heavy grunt. Despite the white ring painting the base of his shaft, he didn't feel the slightest bit satisfied nor did he feel better. Not at all. It didn't help that you kept passing out on him every few minutes.

The deadly grip he held on your soft plush elicited a small weak whine, yet it only made him dig his nails into your flesh as a result. The only encouragement he gave to be, at the least, vocal as he fucked you. Whether from enjoyment or distress, he loved how your features contorted from either one. Jinyoung gazed at your abused cunt as it glistened with arousal under the searing light above, illuminating how it split into two and struggled to take him. Such a pretty sight, really, but he couldn't even admire your appearance as his mind was muddled and he babbled about the first thing that came to mind, even if  you were listening or not. His voice sounded muffled in your ears and only when he slipped out and flipped your body onto your stomach, sinking back in, did you finally make out a few words.

"Fuck, w-what do you think…?" Jinyoung hisses, calloused hand gripping onto your hip and knotting his fingers into your hair, nails digging into your scalp as he tugs your head up just in time to meet his brutal thrusts, groaning as he hilts his cock in one single stroke, drawing a strained whimper from you. He bit back a moan, more interested in poking jabs at your sullen expression. No, this will not do at all.

First Daniel, now you? No, unacceptable!

"Oh, you're awake? I thought we fixed that infuriating attitude of yours a while back," he sneers, running his tongue over his upper lip. Brows knitted together, his mouth stretched into a wry smile at the sound you made, rocking back before cruelly driving his pelvis forward with a deep groan. Once more, he's met with your pathetic cries and continues the vicious pace he set. "Tch, I can't believe you, [Name]. We talked about this, it's disrespectful. You were such a good girl before all this and now you're passing out on me?" He shakes his head, humming to himself when you respond with a whimper. "This just won't do, especially after the day I had."

Whatever, he didn't expect more than a few meager mewls from you right now anyway, carrying on talking to himself, dragging his throbbing length along your sweet spot and carrying on with stirring your insides. Mhm, he can always count on his cute assistant to make him feel better, your velvet walls pushing against him, helping him clear his mind in minutes when his day just wasn't going his way. And this? It gave him just enough reason to truly ruin you as he pleased.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes at the thought, seething as he speaks through gritted teeth, "I mean, two bodies? It's not entirely impossible, don’t get me wrong. Ngh, but putting me up to deal with that fucker Eugene…?" The man purses his lips as he nips the tip of his tongue between his teeth, trying to calm himself. He sucks in a sharp breath, stiffening as your pussy spasms around him for the umteenth time that night, gushing and adding to the creamy fluids dribbling down your bare thighs. "Damn irritating… Shit." 

Your hazy mind could barely wrap around what he is referring to, a vague idea of what he mentioned earlier that week flashing by but slipping away once his low raspy moans drift in the air. It seems just talking about it was enough to make his blood boil, having the opposite effect of letting his emotions bottle up. Pulling your hips back, he slams back into you, bullying his thick girth into your tight sloppy cunt in an effort to forget his smoldering fury. Growling with an irate expression, he yanks your head further back and presses his chest flush against your curved back, cooing with a teasing tone into your ear, "Mm, but I'm so glad I have my favorite girl's cunt available to me… Makes this mess so much more tolerable to deal with — even if you are a damn brat right now…."

Tears lear at your eyes and the man grins at the sight, reeling at the sight of teardrops resting on your lashes and threatening to fall, how your brows furrowed, and bottom lip trembled — your pain and discomfort was more than enough to make his blood rush and heart swell, spurring his thrust to become nastier, crueler. Straightening back up whilst increasing his tempo, Jinyoung’s head lulls back, focusing on your slick clenching around him. His own release builds higher and higher once again, his abdomen tensing as his gaze bores into the blinding ceiling lights.

"Hah, no wonder that bastard was so arrogant, kept smiling n' shit…." Fat balls slapping against the  curve of your ass, he could feel himself melting and getting lost in your mellow warmth. No drug could recreate this feeling, no matter how hard he tried — and fuck, he was glad as there was nothing that could replace burying himself in this sweet cunt. Jinyoung pulls at your hair once again, the rumbling laughter slipping out of the man as he’s met with a tight squeeze, tone dripping with a dangerous edge whilst you whine at the pinch of your scalp. "I hate bastards like that! They're utter. Fucking. Trash." He emphasizes every word with a harsh snap of his hips, his thighs flexing and aching from how sore they were from hours of stimulation.

You remain silent, only sounds drizzling from you being meek broken cries whilst your eyes struggle to stay open, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth, and dribbling down onto the steel surface of the table. Though, you could not welcome the concept of rest so soon when it came to Jinyoung’s insatiable need to fuck. 

He takes notice of how your gaze falls shut and stays close for longer periods of time, much sooner than before, only for you to open them once more and ever so slowly slip into the slumber he’s been putting off. He scrunches his nose in annoyance, ceasing his movements and giving your plush a quick squeeze. Nothing. Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head in disappointment, crooning with an airy tone, "Can't have you passing out right now, puppy. Give me a second…." The man untangles his hand from your locks and detaches his hand from your waist, letting your temple hit the hard table as he twists his torso to reach over to the metal tray behind him.

Carefully plucking a syringe and red vial from the full plate, Jinyoung hums whilst he stabs the small silicone opening with the pointer, pulling the end of the syringe until a fraction of the base is filled with a clear substance. Just one jab of this and your hell would continue.

"Sir… please… No… no more..," you whisper, breathing weakly as you stare blankly at the door opposite to your current position, pathetically hoping your boss would cease his antics, the sore sensation of your lower half creating an uncomfortable pressure you could hardly support. Your vision is starting to spin and you could barely make out his voice. "Ngh, it hurts… a lot, I-I can’t…."

Jinyoung feigns worry for a moment, putting the instruments down and caressing your ass gently— only for him to crack his hand against your flesh the next second.

Gasping, you flinch and curl your hands into fists as the area he struck begins to burn and throb immediately. It’s no surprise considering the rippling mass of muscles he adorned, yet his strength was another level.

"Who cares? I didn't ask you…," the man jeers while picking the syringe back up, mocking your displeasure as he grits his teeth, feeling how your cunny gripped tighter onto him when he smacked you. Interesting reaction, truly, he thought,  taking a mental note of it for future reference before a dry laugh trickles from him. Just hearing your voice pleading to him to stop when all he wanted was some relief irked him.

What happened to his little cocksleeve who just shut up and took it? Who begged him to go faster, harder even?!

Placing the vial back, he lightly flicks his finger against the needle as he pushes down, watching with delight as the tip spurts out a clear liquid. With a small amount, he'd have you back to his sweet little ragdoll who he can fill with load after load of his cum, not making a single effort to defy him.

 "Shh, this isn't going to hurt, just a quick pinch…," he said with an airy tone as he hunches over your feeble frame, poking the vein in your neck and dispersing the drugs into your bloodstream, reeling from how you shudder against him. This would force you to stay awake yet remain in a catatonic state for a few more hours, just as he wanted — needed. "That's it, pretty, that’s it…," he coos, humming in content at how quickly it began to take effect. Jinyoung always found delight in the way your body falls limp once he injects you, gleefully welcoming how quiet and compliant you became. It made slipping into your slick all the more pleasant, gummy walls swallowing his girth deeper as your muscles relaxed. "Wasn't so bad now, huh.…" Tossing the syringe over his shoulder, he leers down at how you slumped against the table, eyes wide as they look back at him in fear.

Perfect. With a blissful sigh, he starts pounding into you, breathlessly muttering as he pulls your hips back into him, nails digging in and breaking the exposed skin —

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲… 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

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[soultiesblog]

⠀❋ passado agridoce, sugestão por soollar

・・jinyoung (got7) + yuri (snsd)

🌷 — psd pyscho by @haticons

o restante dos materiais você encontrará possivelmente aqui ♡

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[mykoreanlove]

.starved

Jinyoung couldn’t get you out of his head no matter how hard he tried to. What was supposed to be a reckless one-night stand turned into a painful obsession. He simply wanted to blow off some steam with a beautiful stranger like you. Aching to get lost in another made him forget his morals for a night. And when he laid eyes on you, he was certain that his wish would come true.

And now, days after, he found himself suffering tremendously because of you. You clouded his every thought. At the beginning of each day his mind wandered back to you. Wondering if you were still asleep, recalling how peaceful you looked when you were dreaming. His fingers itched when he thought about the strands of silk hair that fell onto your soft features wanting to push them back in their place. He dismissed those thoughts every morning, but you still found your way back into his awareness, almost effortlessly.

During the day he found it impossible to concentrate as his mind forced him to think of you. His behavior made him wonder - what has intrigued that sudden change in him? Was it your breath-taking beauty? He sure as hell thought you were alluring. Was it your aura? The way you carried yourself made you so damn attractive that he could not keep his hands off you. Or was it your intellect? Jinyoung is not one to open up to strangers easily, however talking to you made him feel so comfortable. Suddenly he was talking about his deepest desires and fears, only to be met with loving eyes that encouraged him to be himself. Was it the way you made him feel? Carefree, desired, loved and – happy? His frustration grew by the hour. He couldn’t afford to fall in love, he couldn’t afford to feel so deeply for a woman he barely knew.

And yet..

He tried to convince himself that it was only for the physical. He was starved for sex, for intimacy – that must be it, right?

Thoughts of your body melting into his accompanied him every night. Jinyoung loved to remember how it felt to kiss you, touch you, taste you – the memory alone left him desperate for you again. He couldn’t help but touch himself, eager to find release as his mind wandered back to that special night: the way you dug your nails into his back as he pushed himself further into you, the way you seductively moaned his name as he left wet kisses all over your body or the way you rolled back your eyes as he hit all the right spots turning both of you into a complete mess.

He sighed in frustration. It should have been about the sex, it should have been about fucking you, it should have been about using you as an escape from his tumultuous life. But it wasn’t. It was about sharing intimate conversations, it was about laughing until you were out of breath, it was about all the little similarities you shared that made him feel seen for who he was.

You shone light on a part of him that he had kept in the dark for a very long time. That hunger for love, for connection and intimacy was pushed back in his mind the minute he entered that blue-tinted skyscraper years ago. But you brought that hunger back to life and now it was eating him from the inside. Could he shake this feeling? Could he forget about you? A tristesse washed over him as he imagined erasing you from his mind making it painfully obvious that he didn’t want to. What he wanted was to be finally fed, not further starved. He was headed for another sleepless night as he tried to find an answer to the only burning question on his mind: could he afford that feast?

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[prettywordsyouleft]

You Have Me

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: fluff / friends to lovers

Warnings: none

Word count: 1905

A set of arms slipped around Jinyoung’s sides, making his eyes widen as he looked down to watch hands link together over his waist. He blinked, registering the warmth of the body connected to said arms now snuggling into his back, a nose pressing into the nape of his neck, nuzzling softly.

This had to be a dream.

“I just need a moment,” a mumble came from somewhere embedded in his shoulder blade, and yet he knew it was your voice that accompanied your hands around him now.

This suddenly was a delicious dream. One he didn’t want to ever wake up from.

“How long is a moment?” he asked, attempting and failing to sound teasing in his question. His voice sounded hoarse, too strained. Jinyoung was relieved that at least his body had lost its rigidness immediately, relaxing into your hold on him. He tried to look back outside at the birthday party you both had been invited to, but he was struggling to stop his senses from slipping to you.

You tightened your grip. “Well, it’s longer than a minute.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, turning your head, so your cheek rested against his back. “A moment is rather immeasurable at times.”

“And you need this moment to remain immeasurable?”

“Perhaps.”

“Any particular reason that you need this moment pressed into my back, Y/N?”

You sighed. Or maybe you breathed him in. He couldn’t quite tell. Jinyoung felt giddy, on the edge of something big. Something life-changing. He just hoped that when he took the fall, you remained beside him for it.

Or at least, still nestled into his back in comfort.

“Well, don’t tell the birthday boy, but between you both, your back looks more inviting than Mark’s.”

Jinyoung’s mood dampened. He didn’t want to be a better option. He wanted to be the only one you’d turn to.

“Huh,” he said, hoping his disappointment wasn’t as tangible as it felt. “Guess the gym has helped with that.”

“Maybe I should join the gym,” you commented mindlessly, and Jinyoung clamped his eyes shut, trying to stop the flashes of you working out from cementing into his brain. He couldn’t let the idea exist for more than a second. Otherwise, he’d be convincing you to join, and no doubt getting injured by being completely distracted whenever he saw you.

“Why?”

“So you can return the back hug favour!”

“Do you need a good, strong back for such a hug?” he mused, and you squeezed his middle a little.

“I don’t have a flimsy one.”

“Let me see,” he asked, whirling around in your embrace, stopping when your gaze collided with his. His eyes widened a second time, a thumb coming up to caress the now dried skin under your red eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“This doesn’t look like nothing to me.” He gestured with his free hand to your expression, the evidence of previous tears. Your hold remained firm around his middle. You weren’t ready to let go, that much was certain. “Tell me what happened.”

“I’m going home,” you whispered, and Jinyoung frowned. When he didn’t verbally reply, you let your focus fall to the arm he had placed around you, encouraging you to stay with him. “I don’t think I’m cut out for the city, you know? Well, maybe you don’t know because you’ve lived here a whole lot longer than me and I—”

“You and I both know that’s not true. You love the city, Y/N,” he cut in, trying to hide the ugly panic swirling in his chest. He didn’t want this to turn into a nightmare. Not when the dream of having you this close had felt so good.

You barked out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. I guess the city doesn’t like me then. I lost my job. You know, the one I was really excited to get a few months ago? I can’t believe that I ever was. And to be fair, I didn’t lose it on my own merit. Rather, I just couldn’t deal with Dean’s constant undermining of me anymore. I went to HR about his misconduct, and guess who the company sided with?”

“They chose him,” he answered darkly, his hand fisting the back of your shirt, so he didn’t fly off and use it elsewhere. Preferably in your ex-colleague’s face.

“Without that job, I can’t afford the city,” you whispered. “I have some savings, but not a lot, and my rent has increased, as has the price of living. So, I rang my Mum earlier and asked if I could move home. Of course, she said yes, she’s my Mum. But I feel like I failed.”

Jinyoung pulled you into him then, your head tucked in against his chest as he cradled you in comfort. He hated the disappointment in your eyes, the way you felt like you had done something wrong. The world was being cruel to one of the few people he knew that was honest, hard-working, and too selfless for their own good. He wanted to scoop you up and protect you forever, but he knew that you were far too stubborn to rely on him for anything more than this hug.

And yet…

“Move in with me,” he announced, and your head shot up from his chest, your eyes round with his statement. He nodded once, determined that he could change this play of fate. That he could keep you here a little longer. He didn’t want you to leave. Not now. Not when he was so close to soaring with the feelings he held within his chest.

But his feelings took a nosedive when you started to laugh.

“Are you serious?!” you chortled, your lips spreading into a smile laced with amusement. “You and me, living together?”

“I can’t see why it’s such a laughable option,” he mumbled, and you grinned before resting your forehead against his chest.

“We’d kill each other. I’m chaotic, whilst you have everything in your house organised and in a set routine.”

“My house has more than one bedroom. You can leave your room as messy as it suits you so long as you leave the door shut.”

“We don’t even like the same foods half the time.”

“So we’ll make compromises and cook for ourselves where necessary.”

You lifted your head but darted your gaze away before he could catch it. “I still can’t live with you.”

“Why not now? I lived in a dorm with six other guys when I was in college. If I can survive that, then—”

“I couldn’t cope seeing you bring home other women,” you said softly, barely louder than a whisper. “Instead of me.”

Had he heard you right? Dazed, Jinyoung thought over the sentence, trying to ensure he hadn’t just conjured the words out of your mouth to please his desire for you.

You took the lapse of focus to your advantage, slipping away from his embrace, the sudden coldness to his body alerting him of you running away. He managed to reach you before you got to the door, his arms now sliding around your waist, tugging you back into him. You stiffened momentarily.

“What are you doing?”

“I need a moment,” he stated gruffly, securing his grip around you. “A really long one.”

“How long is that?” you wondered quietly, the air surrounding you both now charged.

This was the moment he stepped off the edge, praying that you fell with him.

“So long that it lasts forever.”

“Jinyoung—”

“You don’t have to worry about any women coming over. Not when you’re there. Not when I have you.”

He felt your deep inhale and waited for you to release it, to say something. Anything.

“You have me?” you echoed, and Jinyoung buried his face into the side of your neck, pursing his lips into the soft skin just below your ear.

He didn’t answer verbally, allowing his body holding you to voice what it had wanted to for so long. How right you felt in his arms. How eager he had been to go from being a friend of a friend to one of your closest friends. How many nights he had spent in your company like tonight and found it impossible not to touch you, even if he had to tease you to get the chance.

If there was anyone he’d fall for, it was you.

“You have me,” you said once more, without the question in your tone. Turning around, you looked at him, eyes full of wonder. Sparkling with hope and unspoken confessions. “You’ve always had me.”

“I have?” Jinyoung asked, swallowing slowly. “Why plan to leave me then?”

“I didn’t want to believe that I was lucky enough to have you,” you told him, reaching up to cup his jaw in your hand. “It felt too much like a dream.”

“We’re awake right now. There’s no need to dream it when we can have it.”

You couldn’t bite back a snort. Jinyoung groaned loudly when you slapped a hand onto his chest, shaking with laughter. Eventually, you looked up at him. “That was so cheesy.”

“It sounded better in my head,” he lamented, sighing heavily.

“I don’t want to leave you or the city,” you stated once sober from your amusement, the hand still on his chest now scorching through his shirt. “You promise you won’t kick me out until I find a new job, at least?”

“Why am I kicking you out? Did you not connect my words? I always want you in my life, Y/N.”

You beamed at him but then twisted your lips. “I mean, I want that too, but I also know that sometimes I can really grate on your nerves. And your nagging is…”

“Is what?” he ventured when it was clear you weren’t prepared to finish the sentence.

Your lips twitched. “Brutal.”

“You know what’s brutal?” he asked, scooping you up in his arms again, trapping both your hands against his chest. “Having to hear you consider leaving me. You owe me for the heartache I just endured.”

“It’s not like I inflicted it without reason, Park Jinyoung!”

“You owe me,” he insisted, and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, tapping a finger to his cheek. “Kiss it better.”

“Your heart isn’t up there, you idiot,” you said before ducking your head and placing a kiss over his chest. Jinyoung stilled, his grip on you loosening. He started to fall over the ledge you had sent him off, his heart rate kicking up a notch.

But you didn’t let him fall alone too far, your hands sliding up to cup his face, angling it and pressing your lips to his softly. Before he could respond, you pulled away. “There. Better?”

“Not even close,” he murmured before capturing your mouth in his, deepening the kiss by parting your mouth. You didn’t hesitate to meet his demands, the hunger he felt was pouring out of you too. His hands tangled in your hair, holding you to him, ensuring that you knew how much he wanted you, cherished you before he lifted away to take in steadying breaths.

You were stunned momentarily before you smiled. “I’m really glad I didn’t go and get a back hug from Mark now. I doubt it would have ended like this.”

Jinyoung choked on his own amusement. “For many reasons, I’m glad you didn’t either.”

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Nothing More(M) - Two

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I see you as a stranger but it’s different… I have those marks of love, my soul is hurt. Can’t you stay closer when the lights turn down, so that you’ll feel you don’t have me?

“Then what? You just casually claimed you’re fine to be her fuck buddy?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll have sex, at the expense of her telling you more about herself?”

“…yes.”

“You’re stupid.”

Jinyoung grabbed at the bridge of his nose before dropping down on the leather chair of the practice studio.

“I’m not?” Mark said with some sort of reinforced conviction, like that was his brightest accomplishment. “It’s pretty fair, if you ask me.”

“Fair?” Jinyoung repeated, leaning forward on top of his knees. “You know absolutely nothing about this girl, for which you are developing an unrequited affection.”

“I know things.”

“Like?”

Mark opened his mouth to answer but the words ceased to exist. With Jinyoung cocking his eyebrow and a half-mockery half-pitiful expression plastered on his face, Mark realized he really did not know much.

“She’s, uhm, a manager at Seoul Medical Private practice.”

Jinyoung nodded, as if prompting Mark to continue talking.

“And a part-time bartender.”

“Mhm. I suppose that’s it.”

 “That’s it.”

A sigh escaped through Mark’s lips. “But isn’t this the whole point of casual sex? You don’t ask questions and you don’t seek answers.”

“Except you are doing both, one-sidedly.” Jinyoung rose from his seat to place a hand on Mark’s shoulder, not trying to mask the evident worry in his eyes. “You’re not that guy.”

Mark looked at the other, and ultimately away. The silence of his reflection in the studio mirror was interrupted by the other 5 members, crowding the room with their usual infectious cheerfulness. Before breaking away from Mark, Jinyoung patted him on the shoulder and pursed his lips into a small smile. “You’re not that guy”.

“Knock-knock,” Jonathan’s voice chirped before leaning his tall body against the doorframe of Samantha’s new office. “I like this room. It’s much more spacious and you finally have big windows. Think you can grow a plant in here?”

Samantha put her pen away after having signed a document. She smiled up at Jonathan. “What can I help you with, Doctor Williams?”

Jonathan took the liberty to look around the office, searching for something specific. It still was there, Samantha’s doctor coat, dropping from the hanger. “I have an interesting case, which I’ll probably definitely operate on.”

She knew where that was going. “And?”

Jonathan stopped by the hanger, tracing his fingers over the white ironed material. “And I want Doctor Stoss to scrub in with me.”

“I am not a neurosurgeon, last time I checked.”

“But you agree that you’re still a surgeon.”

Samantha looked back at the wooden surface of the desk, trying to busy herself with anything other than that discussion Jonathan knowingly started. “Then again, I was not a neurosurgeon”.

The man came over to the desk, prompting his hands on either side of it. He leaned closer to Samantha, forcing her to look up at him. “I have a 7-month-old pregnant woman with a tumor on her brain. I want the best OB-GYN resident in this hospital to scrub in with me and deliver the baby or keep the baby in safely.”

She looked away. Jonathan peeled a hand off from the desk to bring up to her chin, on a tender touch. “I will repeat that if you think you didn’t hear it clearly enough”.

“Jonathan, I’m not ready.” Samantha breathed shakily and had to close and squeeze her eyes in an attempt to keep that past incident away from surfacing violently. “I’m not ready.”

Jonathan let his hand slide further to caress the fragile skin of her cheek. “Let us help you. Let me help you. We all know that wasn’t on you.”

“What’s it to you?” Samantha opened her eyes to pierce into the other’s emerald ones. Jonathan jerked his head back in surprise, the contact between them breaking in response. The tip of his tongue wet the bottom lip and exhaled an exasperated sigh.

“It is that you chose that bastard over me. It also is that I loved you and I am beating myself up everyday you are not picking up the damn scalpel. I should have beat him much more than I did.”

“Jonathan—”

He pushed forward. “And now that you finally threw him out of your life, and a good part of your life for that matter, you keep away from me. I am still here.”

Samantha’s eyes were pacing back and forth between his features, his eyes, and his lips, as if trying to grasp the words he was speaking and put them together in such a manner that made sense. She looked at him with a look that was stuck somewhere between past and present, a look that let him know everything was a mistake. A look that also let him know there was no way to rewrite the past. And he wished he hadn’t seen that look.

“You don’t love me, Jonathan. I can’t have you trying to love two women at the same time. Not when one of them is just a ghost in your memory.”

He scoffed. Samantha did not let him speak. “You stopped loving me the moment I made my choice. And it’s okay. Because I don’t hold any grudge against you. Because you love Leena.”

Jonathan straightened his body and Samantha could not read his expression. “Let me go.”

“He killed that woman, Sam. He did. He was desperate to show off to the Chief.”

“Jonathan, I am not having this discussion—”

“You trusted him against your better judgement. You couldn’t have saved neither of them—”

“Jonathan, get out.”

The man lifted both his hands to signal he was giving up. “I can’t let you go, Sam. I just can’t. You’re losing yourself and you’re not picking up my hand. You used to take us by the hand.”

Samantha turned her chair away from Jonathan and fixated her eyes on a void point outside the window. Her brain triggered the moments she tried shoving away like skeletons in a closet. She wanted to desperately believe skeletons do not always come back.

“I assume we’re still meeting to go out tonight. We’re supposed to celebrate the new manager.”

The last thing she heard was the sound of the door slamming violently behind. Before a tear dropped loosely, Samantha thought about Mark.

In the fervent ruckus of practicing and perfecting their next concert, which was set to start in 6 days, the guys, drenched in sweat, with their ankles hurting after more than 5 continuous hours, decided to take a water break. Mark dropped to the ground, crossing his legs, and holding his body up with his arms. Before Jackson threw him a towel, Mark thought about Samantha. It had been a couple of days since they’d heard from one another.

“Hey, Mark,” Bambam chirped, a cheeky tone blatantly carrying his words “girlfriend’s calling.”

Mark’s head perked up almost instantly.

“She’s not his girlfriend.” Jinyoung breathed, pouring what was left of the water in the bottle on his head.

“I don’t think she’s not his girlfriend” Jackson joined in, throwing the shirt over his head.

“Could you stop making assumptions?” Mark jolted from his place, eager to try and put an early end to the teasing he was just about to receive. “I swear to God, if I am picking up this phone and you’ll be hovering over my shoulders, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

Youngjae placed his hands protectively over the threatened jewels. “Don’t hit hard?”

At that point, he gave up.

“Hey stranger.”

“Hey,” she answered on the other end of the line, with a slight delay. “I’m sorry I didn’t text you earlier.”

“Yeah, no, that’s fine. It’s quite actually none of my business.” Mark saw in the mirror the displeased expressions of Jackson and Jaebom, while Yugyeom and Bambam covered their mouths dramatically. ‘That’s bad’, Jackson mouthed to Jinyoung.

Against his expectations, Mark was met with silence on the other line. Suddenly, he felt awkward for the first time since meeting her. Mark never meant to sound accusative. If anything, he might have waited for her to text. “I mean, part of the deal, right?”

“…yeah.”

 “Listen, I didn’t mean that. It’s just been a very long day.” A small pause, in tune with all the other members who seemed to have drawn in their breaths for what Mark would have said next. “I can use some good company. If you want to meet up?”

“Yeah, sure, sounds good to me.”

Mark was not convinced it sounded good to her. He cleared his throat. “So, uh, do you want to meet tonight?"

Another pause. “I cannot really meet tonight, I have surgery.” She heard his sharp gasp. “Not surgery on me, surgery on someone else. I’m, uh, a resident.”

“A resident? A surgical resident?” There was a collective gasp from all of the boys, accompanied by shocked faces staring at Mark in the mirror.

“You didn’t take me as the smart type, huh? I guess smart people don’t have fuck buddies after all.”

“No, that’s—”

“Listen, I have to go. For the record, I didn’t call to get you to bend me over the table. I… I wanted to see how you were doing. Bye.”

Mark did not have any chance to protest before the dial tone echoed in his ear. The phone slid away from his ear, intrigued initially, then a furrow between his eyebrows made him wonder what he did wrong for her to dismiss him like that.

“A surgical resident,” Jaebum repeated, gesturing with his hands like an orchestra conductor to calm down the overly excited group. “That’s cool.”

“Cool? That’s fucking insane. Do you think I could find an arrangement like yours?” Bambam blurted out and earned a smack on the head from the leader. Jinyoung followed Mark with his eyes. He sensed the uncertainty and the sliver of self-doubt oozing from the other. Just when he was about to say something, Jackson went over to start the music set, to rescue Mark from the dozens of questions he was about to receive, to which he held no answers. Jinyoung thanked him with a head dip.

Jonathan was cleaning his hands when the OR doors slid open. He couldn’t hide the evident shock on his face, not that it mattered. For all he knew, he wanted her to see the shock imprinted on his face.

“Don’t tell me.”

The shock deepened when he noticed she was dressed in surgical scrubs. Then a sly smirk on his face. “You look so hot dressed like this.”

Samantha kicked the water tank with her foot, choosing not to add any comment.

“I missed you.”

She gasped at the other’s confession. Her head tilted for her to look over her shoulder in the depth of his eyes. Coming to the OR was impulsive, an impulsive decision after Mark reiterated their arrangement. Samantha knew it sounded frivolous. Only then did she truly register the words Jonathan said to her. The memories, the hope, the dream. With all the disappointments they carried. Before she knew, she found herself in the OR.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I might push you against the wall and you’d lose the bet.”

“Doesn’t that make you the loser?” she retorted, a smirk stretching the corners of her lips. “I’m just observing, that’s it. There is already a GYN resident in there.”

Jonathan shook his hands lightly to dispose of the surplus of dripping water. He turned to her as he kicked the OR door open, and if Samantha did not know any better, she would say he was relieved of her presence. “Not if you kissed me first.”

Pacing was not Mark’s way of coping with things in general. For what sentiment he paced that evening, in the lobby hall of the hospital, he could not tell. No one likes hospitals in particular, but it wasn’t the hospital’s fervid smell of chlorine that provoked Mark’s pacing. It was Samantha’s sharp dismissal that stained his thoughts. And he didn’t care, or that’s what he kept trying to convince himself of. Jinyoung’s words popped in his mind yet again.

You’re not that guy.

When he braced himself to stop pacing, he approached the nurse’s station. “Hi, good evening. I am looking for Samantha…”

The awkward pause sneaked in. A woman whose last name he had no idea about, who was supposed to be his casual sex call.

“She’s a manager here at this hospital.”

“Oh, Doctor Stoss you meant. Yes, the surgery in OR 4 has just ended, she should be here any minute with Doctor Williams.”

Mark did not get enough time to thank the nurse when he got distracted by an electrifying sound he himself had caused before. His attention turned magnetically toward the source of the joyful laughter, only to be met by Doctor Jonathan Williams, with his hands in his jeans pockets. He was making Samantha laugh.

“Mark?” she turned to him in a blink, same way Jonathan turned to her.

“So you’re the Mark,” Jonathan said, faking one of his best smiles. Samantha was too taken aback to realize Jonathan was, in fact, a tad bothered by the other’s presence.

Mark quirked an eyebrow involuntarily at the other man. He was exactly as Samantha described him, tall, handsome, cocky. Trustful. And he knew about them two, which could have changed the situation. Complicate it.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here is all, Mark. I told you I had surgery.”

“Yeah, no, I heard, I wanted to make sure you were fine.” If it weren’t for his fingers numbing from his tightened grip around the Lindt chocolate box, he would have forgotten about them entirely. Mark extended his arm towards Samantha in a successful but unforeseen attempt to leave her speechless. It was Jonathan’s turn to cock an eyebrow.

“You shouldn’t have…” Samantha looked up at Jonathan. She was growing annoyed with his displeased antics. Not that Mark would know. “I am busy tonight, we’ll gather with Leena to celebrate, you know. Me.”

“Totally.” Mark nodded with a serene expression. “I will go. If we don’t see each other again before I go, it was nice enough seeing you like this, Doctor.”

There was something about his serene smile that tied a knot in Samantha’s stomach. In her imagination, Mark was not supposed to be that. He was not supposed to come looking for her, to bring her chocolate and call her endearingly on her title. He was not supposed to sketch a hue of pink across her face. Mark was supposed to sleep with her and forget about her.

“Go where? I wouldn’t say you are leaving,” Leena chimed in, allowing her curly hair to bounce freely against her short-sleeved shirt, “though we won’t force you to join us for drinks.”

“Ah, as much as I’d love to,” Mark replied, his eyes searching for Samantha once again, “I wasn’t invited. I’m not barging.”

“We’re inviting you now.” Jonathan cleared his throat and painted a puzzled expression on Samantha’s face. “You said so yourself, you would love to, would you not?”

Mark hesitated. He suddenly pondered over the fact that a fuck buddy would not meet the other’s friends.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to feel pressured by these two anyway.”

“No, I… I think I’d love to.”

Saturday night in a popular high-profile club in Seoul city could rival all levels of imagination. Stories that would go unknown for all eternity, on people who’d enter the club to enjoy, to fool around, to forget, on a busy dancefloor, with extravagant lights and liquor. Samantha’s cousin had one of the most sought-after clubs of the capital and on good merit. It hit Samantha that she never did face the other side of the bar counter. It had always been easier to be the one serving the poison than the one to drink it.

The reservation for Samantha’s group was made on a booth better shielded from the crowded center of the club. She waved a hand at the security guys outside and guided the four of them to their spot.

“Wow, I can’t believe I never came to this club,” said Jonathan with a newly discovered admiration for the place.

“Maybe your relationships would have been more successful.” Leena stuck his tongue out at him and the other rolled his eyes at her remark. Albeit hiding a smile behind the façade.

Mark guided Samantha to take her seat first and the latter offered a smile. She refused instead.

“I’ll go get the drinks because I am that cool and that fast. What would you like to have?”

Not long after Samantha disappeared in the nightly crowd, Mark took a seat somewhat cornered by the curious eyes of Samantha’s friends. One would say that, with all the public attention and the fame, he would get used to the squinting.

“So, you and Sam,” Jonathan begun, rolling the sleeves of his shirt as if preparing himself for some sort of a confrontation with the other man. “How’s it going?”

“Fine? I think.” He replied much less inconsistently than he would have hoped. Truth be told, he did not really know how to reply to such a question. The answer would have been straightforward for someone who sleeps with another person for fun but one does not consider verbalizing how such a relationship would ‘be’. When it is not even a relationship. “She’s amazing.”

“I bet she is.”

“Jonathan!” Leena smacked his shoulder. “Please forgive him, we have been friends since college, and he gets over-protective over her sometimes…”

Mark pondered over the girl’s words. If he would not want to be involved with Samantha, he wouldn’t mind about their arrangement. “It’s totally fine. I am a stranger who sleeps with your friend. Nothing more.”

The conversation was cut short by Samantha returning with the tray of drinks. After serving everyone, more out of habit than anything else, she seated herself beside Mark. “So, what did you two press Mark about?”

Jonathan raised both his eyebrows and his glass in a swift motion, to grab a solid gulp of his whiskey on the rocks. “Nothing in particular.”

“So, a surgeon, huh?” Mark took a hold of his dark beer to mimic Jonathan’s earlier gesture. “Can you do both? Management and save lives?”

Samantha looked down at her glass to swirl the straw around. Mark was not ill intended, and she also was not prepared to reveal too much about herself. She never planned to do so anyhow.

I want you to tell me about you in exchange.

“I took a step back from surgery for a while. It became a bit overwhelming. But I did not want to leave the hospital and the community, so I applied for a more ‘business’ like job. Now I am manager.”

“Today was just her first step coming back to surgery full time.” Jonathan smiled and shot a wink to Samantha’s direction.

Leena immediately became confused. “Surgery? You went into surgery today?”

Samantha looked over at Jonathan with a piercing look. Mark figured she had not revealed that to the other woman. “Jonathan told me he had a 7-month-old pregnant woman with a brain tumor. He came to me to ask me to scrub in. I just watched the fetal monitor, that’s all. Luckily, there was no need to step in.”

“Interesting,” concluded Leena to take a sip of her Margarita. “Samantha, can we have a word?”

Samantha looked over at Mark with an apologetic look. Guilt started building up that she purposely dragged him into her personal life. Mark raised his bottle once again, with his lips pursed into a silent surrender. It was flattering, in a way, that she honored her half of their agreement. With each word sent out into the world by the three of them, Mark’s curiosity blossomed. Perhaps more eager and too easily.

“So, how’s the sex?”

Mark choked on the beer. “I’m sorry?”

“Nah, I am just curious how a stranger in a bar got in her bed.”

Ah, thought Mark. Jonathan did not know.

“I am not entitled to tell you that.”

“Heroic.”

“You actually went into surgery? And you did not think to tell me, as well?”

Samantha looked at Leena. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen that mixture of hurt and betrayal on the other’s face. “It was impulsive. Johnny came to my office to tell me about his case, and then we sort of fought—”

“Why did you fight about?”

The moment Samantha put her hands on her hips, Leena knew. “Fought about you.”

“It’s not what you think—”

“He still hasn’t let go of you. Did you tell him that Mark is your fuck buddy?”

Silence. “I see. It’s not like you’re trying too hard to push him either.”

“Leena I don’t want him, I don’t love him. And he loves you. It’s quite visible with the naked eye.”

“It’s not when the moment you fuck another guy, he becomes all protective over a woman who is not even his to begin with!”

Leena stopped in her tracks, almost in disbelief that she let something out which she did not consider she would. Samantha grabbed her by the wrist to tug her through the crowd.

“What are you doing?” screamed Leena over the booming music.

“I am tired of being the middleman between you two fools. He is crushing so hard over you and as cocky and almighty you say he is, he is a coward. So, you’ll speak to him while I have sex in the back room. 30 minutes enough?”

By the time the girls returned to their booth, Leena had not been given the choice to ingest the newly divulged pieces of information. The two arrived in the evasive silence of the two men who could have prayed for a disaster to occur so that they’d escape the involuntary cage they’d been placed under.

“Leena has something to talk to you about Jonathan. So, while you two resolve your lover’s quarrel, I am going to steal Mark from this table.”

Mark extended his body upwards faster than he would have liked to and put his hands together in a silent apology. He threw one last look over his shoulder at the two surgeons and then had to concentrate on his feet to follow an apparently flustered Samantha. The woman guided the two into a room to the far back of the club.

A small room, still neatly decorated with a tall mirror, half a dozen lockers, and all the necessities an employee starting their shift would need. Samantha slammed the door behind them and locked it in an agile movement of the wrist. She prompted her body against the door to relieve a sigh.

“You know, against all odds, I like your friends.” Mark chuckled and took a couple of steps to seat himself on the closest chair. “A bit intense but they seem like genuine people.”

“You don’t say.”

The day had been full and heavy of unsettled emotions for Samantha. Rarely do plans turn out to be exactly how you imagine them. Samantha’s plan was to enjoy a managerial Saturday, having drinks and getting drunk in her favorite club, not reminiscent of the cold past but optimistic of the unexplored future. She could not find a plausible explanation of why she joined the surgery in the evening, of why she allowed Mark to enter a significant piece of her life in meeting her friends.

Only, she did know the explanation for all of the events. She joined in surgery because Jonathan was right. She allowed Mark to enter her life because he exceeded all her expectations of him, because, in a split of a moment, she acknowledged she wanted him to get to know her. To know the great OB-GYN resident that she was.

And this shattered the reality from under her feet.

He was supposed to be a tight hug that turned into sex. Nothing more.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Samantha did not realize when Mark stood up to enter her proximity. His hand found her cheek in a motion that was so natural he surprised himself of it.

She was supposed to be a tight hug that turned into sex. Nothing more.

“Yeah. I am tired of all these unrequited feelings and of all these unspoken memories and I just hope Jonathan lets me go already so he can be with Leena.”

Samantha smiled tiredly and leaned into Mark’s touch. He had a hunch that her confession held much more power than being about just her two friends. And he wanted to ask, the more he wanted to ask the more his heart picked up a beat in his chest.

“Huh, I think the only people who did not know they love each other are Jonathan and Leena.” He declared instead, locking his eyes with hers. Unbeknownst to him, his other hand gained a free will to intertwine with Samantha’s fingers. Mark wanted to stop. He wanted to stop his body from gravitating towards hers.

“Thanks for the chat,” Samantha laughed and ignored the burning in her chest and the buzzing in her head altogether. If she were drunk, she would have blamed it all on the alcohol, and she would have justified herself for the reason it was so scorching to look into Mark’s orbits.

Mark brought his head to rest against her shoulder and the sudden contact set her skin on fire. The devil on her shoulder wanted Mark to rip her shirt so he could touch her better.

“So, I promised Leena I’d get her 30 minutes to freely talk to Jonathan,” Samantha dismissed the dangerous thought to make space for dirty ones. Dirty ones that wouldn’t leave her longing in the morning. “Do you think we could give them that?”

“I…” Mark murmured and pushed himself away, his hand still protecting her cheek. “I want to kiss you, so, so bad.”

“What are you waiting for?”

I want to. And I can’t.

If I kiss you now, I am afraid I’ll fall in love with you.

Samantha untangled their fingers to reach up to his face. Tips of her fingers set ablaze.

Mark sighed and glued their foreheads together.  Their noses were brushing against one another, and Samantha could feel each inspiration Mark took into his chest. “I cannot make love to you and leave the next day like I am the worst scum to have ever walked this Earth. I am not that guy.”

Samantha was not sure she understood the breathy words gliding out of Mark’s mouth. She was dazzled by the wording he chose.

“You aren’t making love to me Mark. We are having sex, it is just sex.”

A modest scoff carried Mark’s silhouette to wrap his arms around her frame. He felt Samantha’s body rigid in his embrace. Mark couldn’t let her see the disappointment nesting in his eyes. He couldn’t allow himself to believe in the disappointment nesting in his eyes. He went ahead and assumed a miscalculation. He had to set himself straight.

I guess it is just sex.

“Jonathan asked me how’s sex with you.”

Samantha’s chest deflated helplessly. The sudden hug and the hasty words made her afraid and nervous Mark would want to go on with his life, that he would put a stop to them. She did not want him to put a stop to them. “So? What’d you tell him?”

“Nothing.”

She furrowed her brows.

“But I am going to tell you how sex with you is.”

Mark pulled away from the hug to face her, resting his left hand against the door, the other prepared to do a demonstration on her body. Samantha could not tell how he was feeling, what he was thinking. He looked stoic.

“If I kiss you right here, behind the lobe of your ear,” Mark traced his index along her skin and Samantha felt like he could ignite it “you’ll gasp. Grab my hair and pull me into you.”

Mark’s words were even, collected. His eyes were glued to each piece of her body he was busy with. Reading her like an open book. “If I cup your breasts,” Mark ran the back of his finger over her clothed breast, a moan eluding from her lips “you’ll moan. Like you did just now.”

His hand travelled to her hip, tips of his fingers digging into the fabric of her trousers. She was unlucky it had such a thin texture. “If I grab you by your hips, this is the part where I usually slide myself inside you and you nip your fingers into my back. “

Mark brought his free hand to cusp her cheek and prompt her to look at him. By all means, Samantha was expecting to recognize anything comparable to lust, carnality. What she found instead was a stubborn tenderness that was a stranger to simply having sex.

I want to make love to you.

“Mark?” she whispered when he didn’t move.

“Will you be mad at me if we don’t have sex tonight, princess?” he stated, loosening his clasp on her hip, but caressing her cheek with his other thumb. “I am tired and I left Milo alone too much.”

Against her will, Samantha let out a whimper. Mark took her entire essence and played with it in his hands, reassembling it at his will in mere minutes. In such a short period, Mark took his time to memorize her characteristics, her reactions, and her feelings. Mark took his time to make an effort on how to please her. He never did what Mark did.  

I don’t want you to go, Mark.

“Sure, absolutely. I understand.” She nodded, placing her hand above his. “When are you, uhm… when are you flying out?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

“When will you be back?”

Why would I want to know?

Mark chuckled and admired her for a moment. He was aware he was leaving her hot and bothered. He did not assume for a moment that she was inquiring for any other reason.

God are you beautiful.

“It’s going to be three long weeks, give or take. You’re going to have to find a replacement for me.”

I hope you don’t find a replacement for me.

Samantha giggled. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

The phone in Mark’s pocket buzzed up with messages. He wanted to pull away, but Samantha kept his hand in place. “Kiss me goodbye at least?”

The night highway was chasing pointlessly after the black van, transporting Mark and his group to the airport. Mark’s eyes were aimed at the blurry lights, the hues of orange and red cutting through the depth of the sky. He pulled over the hood of his sweatshirt and checked his phone. Still devoid of any messages.

Jinyoung was chatting with the others when he noticed abruptly Mark did not join the lively discussion. He stealthily excused himself from the group, with a little help from Jackson to keep the others at bay from questioning too much.

“Hey,” Jinyoung plopped himself into the seat next to Mark. The latter snapped from the whirlwind of his thoughts.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I think you should tell me what’s up, Mark.”

Mark laughed and turned his body towards the other. “That obvious?”

“A bit.” Jinyoung agreed. “Have you heard from her yet?”

The other shrugged his shoulders. “Nope. We didn’t, you know, do anything. We just went out with her friends. Intense guys, lucky me I have a bit of training from y’all.”

“But?” Jinyoung questioned, still leaving Mark to his own pace. “She must’ve been a bit disappointed you never did anything.”

Mark tilted his head to look out the window. He wished his thoughts would blurry like the reality on the highway. “Yeah, she must’ve been.”

“And you? Were you expecting anything to happen? Did you kiss her, I don’t know, goodbye?”

Mark was a bit shocked by her request. Still, against his better judgement, he drew in closer, to seal the distance between their lips. “You are irresistible, you know that?”

Jinyoung just knew something was bothering Mark. Maybe regret, or maybe repentance.

“No, I didn’t kiss her.” Previous chapter Next chapter

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Surprise Sign |Jinyoung|

I smiled looking at myself in the mirror at the concert venue. The stadium was already loud from the group of people fan girling about their biases or plans to do after the concert. I finally walked out of the bathroom and slowly walked to my seat. I'm supposed to be surprising my boyfriend of many years Park Jinyoung. We haven't seen each other in months because of his touring. He begged me to go with him but as much as I wanted to I couldn't. Here I was now standing in my seat close to the stage. Only Jackson knew I was coming to the concert to make sure I was able to get front-seat tickets. I smiled thinking of his reaction along with the rest of the group. I looked around and saw everyone go to their seats as the concert started. I proudly held up my sign that said 'I Don't Have To Go To Heaven To Find A Angel Park Jinyoung Is In Front Of Me' which people around me complimented my sign while laughing. I watched the lights go on and shine on the members as they went on stage. I watched in amazement at the boys' performance. Each step was calculated and they were all in sync with each other. Their voices were steady even though they were dancing. I lifted the sign up as Jackson looked over at me during lullaby winking which made the girls around me scream.

During the concert Jackson looked my way trying to get his fellow members to catch the memo eventually Jaebeom looked over and spotted me. I grinned waving the sign at him which made him smile holding back from laughing which confused Youngjae who looked at him confused as Jaebeom whispered in his ear. Youngjae looked at me laughing lightly which made Mark confused. Let's just say each member one by one noticed my presence and the sign I held up. It was Bambam who laughed the loudest after they finished singing Call My Name that caught Jinyoung's attention. He looked around confused until he finally ended up seeing me. He walked closer thinking he was hallucinating. He had been more nervous once he started the tour since you usually were there to hug him and give him little kisses before he had to leave for award shows. The girls around me started jumping around and screaming his name. But his eyes were trained on me he seemed like he wanted to cry but instead, he made a comment as if I was just a normal fan.

"Who here thinks I'm an angel?" He said through the mic as everyone screamed.

"Hey! He dressed up like a killer doll how is that angelic?!" Jackson said pointing his finger at Jinyoung to interact with the crowd. "I think I'm more of an angel"

"You dressed like the devil that one time" Jaebeom pointed out.

"The only person here would be me in my opinion," Yugyeom said. "If we're talking about Halloween costumes"

"You were an invisible cloak," Youngjae said. "I think I'm the winner don't you think" Yongjae said pointing his mic at the crowd who screamed yes.

"I feel offended," Jackson said dramatically.

I laughed at the whole thing and saw Jinyoung stealing some glances my way. After the concert was over I lingered around waiting for Jackson to come get me from the stands. Once the coast was clear Jackson ran out quickly and grabbed my hand as we ran backstage. The boys all gave me a hug and told me how shocked they were to see me since it was all the way across the world.

"He's here," Youngjae said as Jinyoung ran up to hug me. He wasn't that much of a PDA guy but he didn't care all he cared about was seeing you in the flesh.

"You're supposed to tell me this stuff, not Jackson," He said hiding his face in my neck which made me laugh a little.

"I couldn't tell you since it was a surprise" I smiled.

He pulled me closer and rocked back and forth. He nuzzled his face in my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. I smiled feeling him relax with every minute ticking by.

"You don't know how much I missed you" He mumbled giving a light kiss on my neck.

"I missed you too," I said his grip on me still tight.

"How did you manage to get here?" He asked pulling away from the hug.

"I'm on break so I decided to come see you perform"

"Are you staying around for long?" He asked.

"Hopefully I'll have enough money"

"I'll pay for it you can stay backstage and everything"

"I'd feel bad though" I sighed.

"Love, you and I both know I can afford you being here, hell it might be free if I ask the managers" At this point, Jinyoung was pleading with me to stay and it started working.

"I-" I sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Positive"

"Fine" I smiled and as soon as that word left my mouth I was picked up and spun in the air. "Jinyoung put me down" I laughed.

"Thank god your staying" He smiled. "I don't think I'd last another month"

"Well I'm here now"

"And your not leaving my side ever" He wrapped one of his arms around my waist and he placed his hand on my cheek with the other.

"Wouldn't dream of it" I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I love you," He said gently kissing me on the lips. I smiled into the kiss returning the gesture.

"I love you too" I pulled away resting my head on his chest as gently rubbed my back.

There was a knock on the door and we both looked over. The door creaked open and Youngjae popped in.

"Hey love birds, sorry to interrupt but Jinyoung has to come with me" Jinyoung looked at him confused. "Team meaning"

"Alright, I'm coming" Jinyoung turned to me. "Don't leave okay?"

"Alright" I smiled and watched him leave he winked and closed the door behind him.

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Not to brag or anything but Got7 is really about to usher in a new era when it comes to Kpop. Quite literally being one of the few if not the only groups to ever continue on almost immediately leaving one of the biggest Kpop companies in the industry. Got7 is about to prove to a lot of people that the standards and expectations set within Kpop are not finite and can change. And the fact that they did this with the literal power of friendship (plus Im Jaebeom just being such an amazing leader) is beautiful and gives me a little faith in humanity

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