#park jinyoung fiction

[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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[lhes-oc-corner]

TRIGGER WARNING:

These are all fictional, Some are based on House M.D.

I don't do drugs or own them.

These are not real senarios.

Characters Reaction to June doing drugs.

Daniel, Zack, Eli, Sally, Crystal, Jake, Warren, Joy, Zoe, Jace, Mary.

- Would confiscate the drugs and have a full time lecture.

- They can't find all of June's stash.

- Smacks her if she ever tries doing it.

- Would give them options to therapy.

- Would try to admit her to a mental asylum.

Duke.

- Scared and tries to warn her the effects of drugs.

Jay.

- Just takes the drugs and throws it away.

Vin.

- Would shrug and continue on his life.

Vasco.

- Doesn't know it's drugs and asks for some.

Vivi, Olly, Jinyoung Park.

- They do drugs with her, They supply her, and they even have drugging competitions, most drug consumed goes to June.

Mitsuki, Yujin.

- These bros supply her, New drugs out, the first one to test is her.

- Makes her a test subject.

Xiaolong, Yuseong.

- They just watch her.

Johan

- Gets angry.

- Gives a full lecture.

- Confiscates the drugs and throws them on a river/lake or burns them.

- Gets smacked on the hand whenever she tries to do drugs.

- Bro is determined to get her off it but she tries to defend why she does it and it isn't really bad.

- Bro gets angry every time she defends it.

- tried to admit her into a mental asylum.

- Replaced her drugs with powdered milk.

Samuel, Gun, Charles Choi, Dg, Ryuhei.

- They don't give two shits.

Kouji, Goo.

- Both digusted and dares her to down a kilo.

- Tries to steal and sell her own drugs to her.

#lookism #lookism crystal #lookism daniel #lookism goo #lookism gun #lookism oc #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #kim joongoo #lookism zack #lookism zoe #lookism manhwa #lookism memes #lookism jonggun #lookism jake #lookism eli #lookism yujin

[possession1981]

one thing about jinyoung. idk why but generally even competent idol actors have a hard time particularly with portraying desire in a way that is believable and tangible and not a caricature but park jinyoung he has it down to a fucking t like u know some actors it’s like they make u almost wanna avert ur eyes when they look at the object of their fictional desire because it feels like a genuinely private moment and that’s exactly what he is capable of giving.

#when did i become a fucking drama critic anyways #p

[noonawrites]

Birthday Boy

ღ  𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: boyfriend! Jinyoung x girlfriend! reader

ღ  𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut

ღ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: spanking, oral (male receiving) , dirty talking, pet name, slight slapping, mirror sex

⇢ I wrote this for his birthday and never posted, but here it is. Enjoy :)   ⇠

As much as Jinyoung didn’t want to admit, he was indeed getting older that day. His birthday was not a day he looked forward to each year, but this year he was happy he was drinking in his house with the people he loved most in the world, celebrating one more year in his life.

.

.

.

-Man, you’re getting old - Bambam said, laughing and dodging Jinyoung's slap on his arm.

- Come on, don’t say that, he looks young anyway - Jackson said, blinking his lashes playfully while they laughed.

-Cheers to that - JB raised his glass and all of them followed, drinking their soju and being loud, as usual.

-When is Y/N  getting here?- Mark asked, looking around suspiciously

- I thought she would be here by now, I’m not sure - Jinyoung looked at his watch and then at his phone, no signs of messages or anything.

-That’s strange...riiight? - Jackson said, a smile on his face

-Yeah, well… -suddenly the lights in the living room went out.

-What? What is wrong with the lights? - Jinyoung asked, confusion in his voice while the others got up and looked behind him. When he looked back, suddenly he saw a low light coming from the corridor near the door, and then his girlfriend appeared around the corner, holding a big cake with lit candles on top.

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-Happy Birthday, baby - She said, with a smile while the guys started singing happy birthday, in their own messy and discoordinated way.

He was confused but also amused. He thought something was up when Y/N didn’t answer his call a few minutes before. He smiled when she placed the cake in front of him and felt her lips kissing his forehead.

-Come on, make a wish - She said, still smiling at him.

He laughed a little, closed his eyes and blew out the candles, while everybody celebrated.

-Bye guys! I’ll bring you cake tomorrow- Y/N said waving to Yugyeom and Youngjae, the last ones to leave

-Bye Noona, thank youuu - Yugyeom said over his shoulder, holding a drunk Youngjae that laughed at nothing.

The girl shook her head, laughing at them, and closed the door again, turning to the kitchen to put the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher. Jinyoung was placing the cake inside the fridge when she put the last cups in the dishwasher and gave him a back hug. He smiled, holding her arms against his body.

-Did you have fun, baby? - She said softly, smelling his perfume on his sweater while his hands caressed her arms.

-Of course I did. It was a great birthday - He said, letting her go and turning around to properly hug her.

-Really? I know you don’t like birthdays but I wanted to bring your friends over to help you relax a bit - She held him by his neck while he hugged her waist.

-I know and I’m glad you did. I missed them and I needed some time off to see them and be with you - He bent a little to kiss the tip of her nose, making her laugh

-I’m glad you’re happy, baby - She ran the tip of her fingers on his hair, making him shiver

-I am...Do you wanna  know what I wished for? - He said, caressing her waist with his thumbs. She shook her head - I wished for two things. One, to have more moments like this, where I can be with all the people I love. I wish to be this happy constantly.

-That’s so sweet, Jiny! - She kissed his lips softly, looking at him with adoration after- And what is the second thing you wished for?

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-Well…-he bent down, bringing his lips to her ear and whispered- I wished for you to be wearing that black lingerie under this little dress.

She laughed at his words, biting her lower lips and looking him in the eyes. She loved when he did that. When he was all sweet but provoking. She took a step back, releasing her body from his embrace, smiling

-Well, then...I guess your wishes will come true after all - She said, unbuttoning the top of her dress.

Moaning and low whispers were the only sounds that could be heard in the apartment. The temperature outside was low since it was starting to get cold but inside their shared bedroom they could hardly feel it. Jinyoung was in a sitting position against the frame of the bed,looking straight to the wall in front of him where they just installed a full body mirror. He could see her body, especifically her ass, with thigh high socks , her push up bra and no underwear. He was happy they installed that mirror. He was distracted looking at her ass but closed his eyes when he felt a particular delicious motion of her lips around him. He looked at her again, his other hand holding her hair away from her face. She said she was going to give him a birthday present but he never expected it to be that good.

-Yeah?...Anything?- he whispered, seeing her nod in agreement - Then come here and ride me, ok?

-Princess, you’re so good to me...this is the best birthday gift ever - he said in between moans, her tongue doing wonders on his skin. She moved her hands so the stimulation didn’t stop while she whispered

-It’s your day, baby, you’ll get anything you want.

She agreed, quickly positioning herself over his length , his hands holding her waist, pushing her down slowly. They both moaned when he entered her, his cock filling her up nice and slow. He held her by the neck and pulled her to his lips, kissing her urgently.

His hands squeezed her hips to signal for her to move, and so she did. She started at a slow pace and then began to bounce on him after a while. He had his eyes on her face but when he started kissing her neck he was able to see the best view he could ever imagine, on that mirror. Her ass bouncing up and down on his cock while still on her lingerie, the black lace set he loved so much. He squeezed her ass and slapped her cheek, hearing her moan loudly on his ear. He held her close to his body, slapping her again, hearing her moans and his name on her lips. Suddenly he had a better idea.

-Yeah you heard me. Turn around for me - He whispered, kissing her lips again.

-Princess, turn around. I’m gonna fuck you while we’re facing the mirror.

-What? - She looked him in the eyes, surprised by the request, still moving on him

Again, she positioned herself, facing the mirror in front of them while he positioned himself behind her, entering her slowly and carefully. He was always careful not to hurt her, even though she could take him. He started moving firmly, holding her hips. The sound of skin against skin echoed on the walls, mixing with her moans and his dirty words, telling her how well she was taking him. She looked at him through the mirror, the best vision she has ever seen. His muscles well defined, contracting due to the strength he was applying on fucking her. His hair was wet on his forehead, a single drop of sweating going down his chest. His face showed how good he felt at that moment. She was glad she could see his face. He saw her staring and smiled, that cocky smile she loved and hated so much.

- Like what you see, baby?...huh? Like to see how good I make you feel? - his hand going down her right cheek, again.

- Yeah - She moaned, holding the sheets on her hands

- You wanna cum on my cock baby? Huh? My baby wanna cum?

-Yeah, fuck, yes

-Ask me nicely - he said, the other hand going around her thighs, reaching for her clit

-Please baby, please help me cum, please

-Fuck...thats my good girl - He said, moving his fingers around her clit in a circular movement, hearing her moans getting higher while she got closer to her orgasm, helping him reaching his own.

He kept moving his fingers and speeding up his hips until he felt her squeezing him. He moaned loudly, squeezing her hip with one hand, reaching his climax along with hers. He slowed his movements until he came to a stop, leaving her body carefully and laying down beside her. She had her eyes closed, still breathless, but with a smile on her face. He pulled her to lay down on his chest , caressing her hair. He kissed the top of her head, feeling her kiss on his chest and neck, until she reached his lips. He looked at her with adoration, caressing her cheek with one his thumb.

-I love you, you know that?- He kissed her nose again - I love you so much.

-I know. I love you too. Happy birthday, sweetheart - she whispered, kissing his lips again

-I want this birthday celebration every year - he said, laughing

-We don’t need a birthday to celebrate like this - she said, lifting a brow

-Weekly celebrations? - he asked.

-Deal!

#got7 smut #jinyoung smut #idol smut #got 7 smut #park jinyoung fiction #park jinyoung smut

[monnn]

𝓢𝓞𝓜𝓔𝓑𝓞𝓓𝓨 // 𝓙𝓪𝔂𝓑

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘉 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊 - 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯? (ʃ⌣́ ,⌣́ ƪ)

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 - 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 1.2𝘬

All the playful teasing tonight had been paying off, for the both of you. Secret touches, dirty little whispers here and there throughout dinner with the boys. Hands on each other’s thighs, reaching up and in rarely – one would consider it quite dicey, yet it’d been intoxicating. Sooner or later, you guys were home and fatigued. Tired yet famished as fuck. Walking past the main door, sly smirks shot at each other, the little game of touch and starve still on. Huffing, Jaebeom sits on the couch, his legs perfectly spread and the marvelous view of his thighs. And quite inviting, of course. It was as if he were an open book to read that you took a seat, while he was thinking of you straddling his lap. You’re on Jaebeom’s lap, hands snaking around his neck – mouths so near, yet too far to collide. Neither of you were in a rush so he just held you close, igniting a flame to grow slowly, all while having an unintentional stare-off. It was actually quite beguiling, but a few light kisses and his strong grip on your waist was enough to have you both molding your lips against each other. The ardor – fascination – all that love was sifted into each other with no rush. Time might be precious, probably not when it’s spent in loving each other – time, can wait. The feeling is almost surreal; Jaebeom with his hair down, all worked up, waiting for you to take him. Stopping to catch breaths, you had to admit the view in front of you was ethereal. A sweaty, slightly quite needy Jaebeom with lechery and passion for eyes. It was quite the delight of a sight. You make sure to get enough of it before getting off and pulling him by the wrist to your bedroom. The place where all the magic unveils – at least for the both of you. Your room’s dimly lit by the city light as you take hot minute, looking out and adoring all the lights from the height of your apartment. But Jaebeom has other plans. He snakes his hands over, intervening your thoughts but staring in the same gaze as you. Pushing your hair aside, he plants a loving kiss to your neck, inhaling your scent as if you were a drug. His drug. Jaebeom pulls you by the wrist, landing himself on the bed with you on his lap. There’s a mirror in front of you both. When you look at him in the mirror, he almost – almost looks like the devil himself. His hands snake around your waist, slowly turning you around to face him. Without any further ado he closes in, slightly brushing his lips against yours. It’s like the both of you are the personification of repelling magnets. So far, yet so close to each other. You finally give in, kissing him earnestly while his hands guide your waist to grind on him. There’s no haste in anything as your kisses get sloppier, tongues melding into a hot mess. Your fingers tangle in his hair, while his grip on your waist strengthens – pretty sure they’d leave marks the next day, but that’s a care for tomorrow. Pulling away, clothes are off of each other in quite a brisk way. Maybe it isn’t about the time, but definitely the yearning. There’s a grip on one of your ankles while you climbing onto the bed, Jaebeom pulling you over to the edge and flipping you on your back. And before you could even comprehend, he’s on his knees, head deep in your cunt, lapping at you like a starved man. Sinful, Scandalous. Your moans make the best of music to him. Jaebeom continues until he’s made you cum thrice, sending you to an overstimulated, sensitive state and right when you’re about to cum again, he stops.

“I’m gonna burst if you don’t do anything about my little buddy here” he whines. You laugh at how swiftly he goes from a demon to a needy baby. Jaebeom moves to rest back on the headboard, while you straddle him with a smirk playing on your face. “I swear if you’re gonna tease me, this is not the right time for it.”

You chuckle, finding his agony funny. While he’s wondering the reason for your laughter, you sit down on him in a go, nearly making him squeal out of bliss. “That was quite a risky move sweetheart, I would’ve filled you up in a go”

“Maybe you should……or you could let me do some work” you say, winking at him. He shrugs, leaning back and resting his head while you move at your own pace. It’s almost as if you were cockwarming if it weren’t for him losing his control and thrusting up at random. Leaning forward, Jaebeom scatters feather kisses over your neck, unconsciously making you clench around him. You can feel his devious smirking at the effect those kisses had while continuing to kiss over your chest, leaving a few bites for memory. Fatigue now consciously on both of your minds, his speed increases with each of your moves, so does the sinful harmony of moans and groans. His heels press down, while he lifts up to thrust further in you – hitting all the spots dead right. Jaebeom knew all your spots like the back of his hand, thrusts getting irregular and steady, while a knot forms in your stomach, waiting to burst anytime. Both of you rut against each other as you come down from your high, slowly riding him out while he groans into the pillow beside, the vibration felt through your dripping cunt. You’re just like his books – he just needs a touch or two to delve right in. You get up and head to run a bath, while Jaebeom tries to compose himself and move his lazy ass to the bath. The tub is filled with dried petals, a very subtle and calming scent coming from it and with you in all your glory – Jaebeom would be down for round two if he weren’t this spent. He gets in, settling down on the opposite side of you to admire your grace. “You know,” he starts, voice raspy “I wouldn’t want anything than this with you. I’d fight Troy for you – god, I just fucking admire and love you so much, I really hope you feel the same or this would be quite embarrassing” he halts, burying his face.

“If that’s about you, well then I would travel through galaxies just to be with you in this moment. I love you much more Jaebeom. And I hope you know that too” you mumble in a breath, while he gazes at you endearingly. Without wasting another moment, he lays in your arms, cuddling and nuzzling up to you as the both of you talk about the most mundane things ever. Jaebeom is your somebody to do that with and you’re his for a lifetime or more.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------𝐀/𝐍 : 𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘪, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘶𝘷𝘴. 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴!!♡＾▽＾♡ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵! 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @/𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘎 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘥𝘢𝘺! 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳(🌸ゝ◡･)ﾉ♡

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[lachimolala-is-love-and-life]

Telling to other members

Lim Jaebeom

Today was a great special day for Jaebeom. We would finally have communicated the news of the pregnancy to the other members.

Their leader would become a father in a few months and would acquire a new brother. The Got7 family would grow older.

We decided to have a little Korean meat barbeque and celebrate together the arrival of little Lim. We managed to get him to come here with the excuse of a Meat Party to meet us after a good time. 

Unfortunately, Mark was in America and could not be there, we convinced him to eat with us while it was video calling. I didn’t want him to feel excluded. Despite the great distance, he too was part of the family.

As I set the table in the back garden and Jaebeom was preparing the grill, the bell began to ring repeatedly.

"It’s the boys. I’ll get the door. Don’t worry," he kissed him on the cheek, and as I walked away, he slapped me with a playful slap on the butt.

"Watch out for you, Mr. Lim" and he looked at me with a sneaky look.

I went to the entrance while the bell still rang and voices began to come from the other side.

"Yugyeom stop. That’s enough. They’ve already heard. Why do you have to be so insistent?"

"Hyung, but it takes forever: Let me play again"

But before he could play again, I opened suddenly.

"Kim Yugyeom. Stop it, or I’ll have to give Jinyoung permission to teach you a lesson."

"No No Noona. I’m sorry," he said shyly scratching his cheek.

"Come on in.

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After the dinner the table was full of empty dishes, they were able to brush off even the extra meat that I had bought for safety. Jaebeom was right, never hope that any of its members can leave some leftovers. I have to mark it for the next time...

The boys were talking and joking with each other while I was in the kitchen intends to set up the final preparations for the little cupcakes that I had prepared for future uncles. While with the sac a poche I was intent on finishing a cream garnish and from the garden came loud laughter, a pair of arms wrapped my waist from behind and immediately after a small kiss was given on my temple.

"Hey, kitten. How long till we finish the preparations?" He asked me while his hand sat on my belly not yet present and caressed me lovingly. I was happy to see him serene in spending time with the guys he loved so much

"While you’re here, will you get me the saucers and the little cloches I got for the occasion that are on the top shelf? Time to let their new grandchild’s uncles know."

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After putting a small plate in front of each member, I started talking. "Are you guys ready for dessert? There’s one for you too, Mark, even though you can’t eat it here with us."

"Ahh quiet Y/n. I appreciate the thought. It’s like I’m there with you. " he said with a sad smile

"Quiet Bro. We hope to see you soon and you can be there next time." Bambam consoled him.

"Good guys. We wanted to give you a little cake each, but despite the small size the surprise will be sweet and surprising."

The boys had faces confused by the words of his leader while I tried to hide my smirk. Yeah, it’s gonna be a real surprise for them.

"Come on, three, raise the stick and admire yourself. One... two... THREE!!"

The boys all lifted the lids together and after not even a few seconds of shouting began to surround the garden.

"NOOOOONA!! YOU ARE PREGNANT" shouted Bambam and Yugyeom.

"I’ll be an UNCLE!!" exclaimed Jackson instead

"Wait... SO JAEBEOMIE BECOMES DAD? AND I UNCLE? I WILL BE THE FAVORITE UNCLE TRUE NOONA?!" asked Youngjae happily

Jinyoung was speechless but a huge smile was framed on his face, but as soon as his gaze crossed that of Jaebeom I already knew that somehow they were communicating with each other.

"Wait? I don’t understand. What’s going on?" Mark asked.

"Noona and Jaebeom will be parents!! We’ll be uncles and you’ll be Uncle Mark," Jackson told him. Mark had a huge smile on the news.

I already knew that this child would be loved by everyone and after this starts to eat the little cupcake intended for Mar, on which I wrote above to him and the other guys "I wanna meet you, my fav uncle".

Mark Tuan

Great day for the future Tuan family. Despite the many difficulties and commitments, Mark and I managed to organize a group video call with the other members of the Got7.

We wanted to announce the news of my pregnancy to the future uncles of the little Tuanzy and sincerely we could not wait to see the reaction of the boys to find out that their hyung would become a father.

Now we were in the living room with the laptop on and set to Skype, ready to contact members at the time set a few days ago.

"Dear come. It’s almost time. I don’t want to keep them waiting," called Mark.

"Yes, I’m coming. Give me a few minutes. We have to call them in five minutes. I know you’re happy to see your favorite guys" I yelled at them from our room.

I could see his excitement. In fact, since he left for America it was rare to be together because of the many commitments they had. 

Yugyeom and Bambam had just released their solo album and Jayb was working on his own, Jackson was busy with Team Wang, Jinyoung with his drama and even Youngjae was intent on preparing something of his own for aghase.

But finally today was the day we could feel free.

"Love. Come on, come here. It’s almost time."

"I’ll be there," I said as I walked to the salon with Milo following me. I had read somewhere that when women are pregnant, dogs could experience pregnancy and become more protective and lately this little bunny - dog was always there for me.

"Here I am," I said as I sat on the couch next to Mark, "Ready to break the news?"

"Never been so ready, except when you told me I was going to be a father. Isn’t that right, baby?" He said, he leaned his face down to my belly and kissed her gently.

"Come on now. You don’t want to keep your birds waiting, do you?"

Mark raised his head and pressed the button to send the requests and immediately after a few seconds six familiar faces that we had learned to love appeared on the computer screen.

"Sup' Man" exclaimed Bambam.

"Hey guys, long time. I can see you very well," Jaebeom told us.

"Hey guys. Congratulations on your work. I loved everything between album and drama. Especially you Youngjae. I loved you a lot on "Not So Worth It". I ate the episodes in one day."

"Thank you very much Noona," Youngjae said timidly and a little red began to appear on his cheeks.

"I’m hurt Y/n. You watched the Youngjae drama, but you didn’t say anything about mine," said Jinyoung, pretending to be offended as a little smile appeared on his face. She could have been a real drama queen, definitely not like Bambam.

"What do you think of my Noona album? Did you like my concept? I was a real tough guy, huh?" Yugyeom proudly asked me.

"Oh yeah. You were really tough on the Mv of All Your Fault. Very charming and sexy"

"Hey baby. Do you want to make me jealous?" jokingly Mark asked as Yugyeom began to laugh embarrassed at my words.

"Of course. You have to understand, I have a thing for L.A. guys, so you’re still the coolest guy. No offense, Yugyeom, but just so you know, you were pretty cool too."

"Ehehe I know Noona. Thank you. I hope to find a girl like you.

In the past during the trainees I came to find out that Yugyeom had a little crush on me and sometimes I think he still has it. That’s why Mark got a little jealous, but he knew I’d never cheat on him.

"About the album. Bammie I loved Ribbon. The colorful concept and your rebirth. It was really amazing what it meant underneath. But speaking of bows. Do you think it will be blue or pink?"

"What do you mean?" Bambam asked.

"The bow. Pink or Blue when my baby and Mark’s?"

Silence of the grave. No one spoke. And when Mark tried to start the speech again...

"ARE YOU PREGNANT? "they asked in unison.

Mark and I started smiling and giving him the thumb to confirm their question "AHHHHH MARKIE POOH He’s going to be Dad!! It’s not exciting?!!" shouted Jackson excited.

"Congratulations to the two future parents. You’ll be great," said Jinyoung with joy.

"AH NOOONA!! I already have to buy clothes for my grandchild or granddaughter and send them to her!! I’m so excited!!" exclaimed Bambam Yugyeom and Youngjae were screaming for happiness like crazy and Jaebeom had a huge, proud smile for the news.

Yeah. I could only imagine how his crazy uncles would spoil him.

Park Jinyoung

Jinyoung and I were eager to break the news to the kids. OK that he had five children being the mother of Got7 and Jayb the father, but now that he was becoming the father of a small child and giving a "little brother" to his small members, well... Let’s just say the emotion for him was a lot.

We were planning on how to tell him the news, but being Jinyoung a fairly quiet guy, we didn’t want to make a giant surprise because anyway the reaction of the guys would be huge.

We thought of sending inside an envelope a copy of my ultrasound with a small writing on the back that quoted "Hey uncle. I’m your niece/niece. I’ll see you in nine months. I’ll wait for you".

Jinyoung and I were sealing all the envelopes and then sending them later. "How do you think the kids will react? Will they have a somewhat calm reaction at least?" I asked laughing.

"Pfff. What do you think Y/n. Surely as soon as they read the sentence they will go crazy. You’ve seen how they get excited about nothing just play Rock, Paper and Scissors. With this great news they will go crazy."

"Yeah. I wonder why I wanted to ask. They are so hyperactive your little ones and when our daughter or son is born they will spoil them to death."

"You’ll see how many fights there will be just to babysit him and become his favorite uncle" he replied not a tender snort followed immediately by a smile.

"You’re right. It’ll be a playground. I’ll wonder who the real baby will be in a while," I said by sealing the last envelope. "That’s it. Can you take them to ship them? In a few days they should get to the boys.

"Of course, darling. Don’t make too much effort. Our child must grow up healthy and strong." He told me kissing my temple and then grabbing the six bags. "Are you talking about the child in my womb or one of the Got7?"

"Stupid," he said, laughing, "I’ll see you after love."

As I walked out the door, I started fondling my belly and talking to the little life form that was growing in there.

"Hey, baby. You’ll see, your crazy uncles will fill you with love. They’re a little chaotic but they’ll never stop worshipping you. There’s probably going to be a little fight for your favorite uncle."

And that’s how it happened a few days later in Jinyoung’s group chat with the six guys who kept sending vocal audio, where between excitement and happiness, they were already fighting harmoniously to be the favorite of our little bundle of love, especially among the little maknae and Jackson.

Bambam and Yugyeom kept making fun of their leader by saying that he made the children cry and Mark continued to cry for joy.

Meanwhile, Youngjae sent small videos with him and Coco where he pretended to make the puppy talk to congratulate us.

I mean, this family was loud and pretty weird, but I wouldn’t change it at all.

Jackson Wang

Immediately after the news, Jackson and I already did not see them to give the news to the Got7 boys, but despite the great excitement, it was already a few days since the news of the pregnancy had come out.

We were thinking about how we could warn the six guys and psychologically prepare for their reaction. Days and days of reflection to find the right method to be able to give him the news, until a photo of an advertisement of an online shopping site took my attention.

I smiled and picked up the phone to dial Jackson’s number.

"Hey Honey. I’m glad to hear you, but... is there a problem? Are you and the baby okay? Should I go home?"

"Hey hey hey. What is this? An interrogation?" laughs at my lover’s excessive concern. "Don’t worry. We’re both fine," I said, stroking my belly.

"I’m calling because I think I found the perfect gift for our favorite kids." "Really? What is it?"

"I’ll send you a picture wait" and while the call was still in progress, I made a commercial screenshoot and sent it to him in private chat.

"OH LOVE. IT’S PERFECT!! YOU ARE A GENIUS"

Very good. Now it’s time to move on to the purchase.

After a few days, I was sure that the surprise had arrived to the boys but still nothing from them. It was quite sad. Probably there was some delay with the delivery? The courier had problems?

But in my thoughts they suddenly interrupted with a very loud knock at the door.

"Arrival arrival" and the moment he opened the door, I was gaping wide open.

Jackson along with the 6 guys who wore what I gave him: a colorful t-shirt with the big "Uncle" with the name of each guy ( Uncle Gyeom per Yugueom, Uncle Bammie per BAmbam, Uncle Beommie per Jayb, Uncle Peach per Jinyoung, Uncle Markie per Mark e Uncle Otter per Youngjae) e Jackson una mahlietta che non pensavo avesse con scritto “Daddy Wang”.

"Congratulations" shouted in unison as they entered the house for a mega group hug.

"We’re gonna be uncles. We’re gonna be uncles." The six guys were singing, and then, "And I’m gonna be a daddy to little Wang."

"Come on, Noona. Let’s take a selfie," and it was done.

Immediately after in every private profile of the boys and also of my a super family photo to announce the aghase pregnancy. With thousands of likes and positive comments to the news.

This child was already loved by many. It was enough only to wait for him to come out to meet his crazy family.

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[kpopimaginings]

Sasaeng Scare - Jinyoung

AN: Hello, sorry these requests are taking a while, I didn’t like any my first drafts, so I’ve tried again and now I’m happy. This is for anon who wanted a dad!Jinyoung protecting his twins, so here you go :)

It was Jinyoung's day on dad duty while you were busy, and he had just picked his girls up from a morning at preschool. He was now busy preparing lunch for the three of them.

"How was school, girls?" he asked as they played together in their highchairs next to him.

"Good!" said the younger, Sin Ang, enthusiastically.

"Yeah? What made it good?" he asked.

"We made a new friend," she informed him.

"No, we aren't meant to say," the other twin, Gi Dae, said to her sister.

"But we can't say her name, because we don't know, so it's ok," Sin Ang pointed out.

"So, you have a new friend, but you don't know her name?" Jinyoung asked them.

"No, but we can go home with her after school tomorrow and she'll tell us then," said Gi Dae.

"And, she has a special surprise for us," added Sin Ang.

"No play dates until me or eomma have met her parents, ok?"

"But appa, she's a grown-up."

At Sin Ang's words, Jinyoung's blood ran cold. He tried to keep a level head and speak calmly to his children, but internally, he was panicking. With food abandoned for now, he turned to the twins.

"A grown-up asked you to go home with her?"

The girls nodded.

"Does she work at the school?"

"No, we met her at playtime," started Sin Ang.

"Through the fence," Gi Dae finished.

"You never leave playschool without appa or eomma."

"But she knows you," said Sin Ang.

"It doesn't matter," Jinyoung said sternly. "No matter what someone tells you, you do not go with anyone else."

"Now we won't get our surprise," pouted Sin Ang.

"I told you not to tell," her sister retorted.

"Did the lady say she's going to be there tomorrow?" asked Jinyoung. "I need one of you to answer me."

Gi Dae nodded.

"Thank you," he said, placing a kiss on her head.

Jinyoung then finished preparing food, and once everything was done and the girls were in the playroom together, he was on the phone to police. He was ready to do whatever it took to keep his family safe. After he had relayed everything the twins told him to the authorities, he tried to put it to the back of his mind and spend the afternoon enjoying sometime with his daughters.

It wasn't until you got home later that he allowed himself to think about it again. Once you'd greeted the three of them, he pulled you into your room to explain what was happening.

"And I just know it's a sasaeng, and it's making me feel like it's my fault that our babies are in danger," he said as he fell back on his bed with his hands covering his face.

"Don't do this to yourself," you said as you sat down beside him. "You can't blame yourself for someone else's actions. You are doing everything you can to keep the girls safe."

"Maybe we should keep them home for a couple of days," he suggested. You quietly considered everything before speaking again.

"The police are going to be watching. and we can talk to the school, make it very clear that we are the only ones who will be picking them up. We could even make sure we get there really early to collect them, so there's no chance anyone can get to them," you countered. I know you're worried, I am too, I'd be inconsolable if anything happened to our little angels, but we can't pull them out any time something happens. They need to be at pre-school, learning and socialising with other kids their age."

"I know, I know, I'm just panicking."

"And that's not a bad thing, you're a father, you're meant to worry about your kids, but please do it without blaming yourself."

Before he could respond there was a small voice heard from the doorway.

"Eomma, juice please?" Sin Ang asked holding up her cup.

You smiled, taking it from her. "Of course, well done for asking nicely."

With one last comforting look at your husband, you headed to the kitchen to get your daughter some juice and find something to cook for dinner.

The next day, you and Jinyoung were both around to do the morning school run, but no sooner had the four of you begun the walk, Sin Ang was trying to get her father's attention.

"Appa, that's our new friend," she said, pointing to a lady stood on the other side of the road.

Jinyoung's jaw clenched as he took a step in her direction. Quickly, you grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Let go of me," he growled.

"Get back in the house."

"She's threatening my family."

"Yes, but if you're right and she is a sasaeng, she's doing it to get to you, and I'm not letting anything happen to you either. Inside, now," you demanded, and all four of you headed straight back home.

"Why aren't we going to school?" asked Gi Dae.

"So that me and appa can keep you safe," you explained. "Go to the playroom." You spoke gently, one eye on Jinyoung as he stood glaring out of the window after making sure the whole house was locked up.

"Call the police. I'll call the school and explain why the girls won't be there."

Jinyoung refused to move from the window , eyes trained on the girl across the street. He even snuck a few photos of her on his phone before calling the police, just in case she disappeared before they arrived.

"Can I leave you to deal with the police when they get here?" you asked him. "I want to sit with the girls and make sure they're ok. I don't want them to pick up on how worried we are."

"Absolutely," he agreed, but grabbed your hand before you could leave, pulling you in and kissing you quickly. "Thank you for being so level-headed while I panic."

"I'm sorry to tell you, but we're going to be worrying about them for the rest of their lives," you pointed out.

Jinyoung gave you a half-smile before turning his attention back to the window. You knew he wouldn't be able to calm down until there was no longer any threat to his family.

You headed into the playroom to see what your girls were up to, finding them chasing each other round. You laughed slightly at their antics, the sounds of their delighted squeals lifting your spirits. Settling yourself on the floor you watched them, occasionally one of them would run to you seeking protection from her sister in your arms.

You were aware of the doorbell sounding and some of the muffled talk between your husband and police, but your focus was mainly on your children. As you held a giggling Sin Ang tight on your lap, Jinyoung entered the room behind you.

"Appa!" squealed Gi Dae, launching herself at him and clinging to his legs.

"Hey, princess," he said as he scooped her up into his arms. "Who wants to go to the toy shop?"

The girls both cheered and he put Gi Dae back on the floor.

"Sin Ang, come here," he said, so that both of his children were stood in front of him. "I need you to promise me, that if anyone else starts talking to you like the lady yesterday, you are going to tell me or eomma, ok?"

They both nodded obediently.

"Great, thank you. Now, go and put your shoes back on and I'll treat you both to a new toy."

As the twins ran to put their shoes on, Jinyoung offered you his hand and pulled you to your feet.

"You seem happier," you smiled at him. "All sorted?"

"The police got her, she was still outside when they arrived," he nodded.

"Good idea, rewarding the girls for telling us," you praised him.

"I'm getting the hang of this parenting thing," he smiled.

You rolled your eyes before giving him a quick kiss. "The girls are very lucky to have you as their appa."

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

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[phoenix-oasis]

I always loved you

Hello, lovelies, this is Admin Oasis.  This was a request for a best friend to lovers series of stories for Got7. I am not sure if this was more of a reaction request, but I decided to make them a series of stories, like I did for BTS.  The only difference is this might be just one part instead of three.  I hope that you like this, as much as you liked the BTS ones. If you do want a part two, let me know so that I can start planning it.

Genre: BFF to lovers! Smut, Fluff, unprotected sex, slight angst.

Pairing: Mark Tuan x reader

Summary: You and Mark are best friends, and when he suddenly confesses to you, you don’t know what to do.  When he goes home, he questions how you feel about him too.

Warning: smut, unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 6022

Masterlist

 Mark watched you as he was waiting for his time to audition in New York.  He had known you for years, since he and his family lived in Paraguay.  Your father had worked with his, and the two of you had been friends since before the two of you could talk.  You had become best friends, and you had cried when it was time for Mark to come back to LA.  

You had moved to LA, right across the street from him, when you were five.  The two of you were in the same kindergarten class, which was great. Mark didn’t make friends fast, and so to have you in his class offered him a sense of security.  Your circle of friends grew fast, and as the years went by and elementary made way to middle school, Mark realized that your friendship was essential to his mental state.  There was a couple of weeks in seventh grade where you and he were fighting, and not on speaking terms.  That week had been the most miserable, and stressful of his life.  

By the time high school came around, Mark knew for a fact that he had a huge crush on you.  You, however, were interested in one of his friends; a jerk who Mark knew would not be good for you.  Mark wasn’t sure how to handle the anger that had surged in him when you told him that you thought his friend was cute.  When his friend showed interest in you too, Mark was beside himself. This was the first time that he’d felt jealous, and he had realized that he was going to be a very jealous boyfriend eventually.  He had been there, though, to help you when his friend broke your heart.  That was the last time that Mark had spoken to him.

Mark knew that he wanted you to be more than just a friend, but he wasn’t sure how you felt about him. You had never made the move to be more than friends, not that he expected you to.  He had never made a move either.  You also seemed to be extremely content with being friends, albeit best friends, and Mark wasn’t sure he wanted to mess that up.  If he couldn’t have you as a significant other, then he wanted to have you as a friend.  

It didn’t help his feelings any that you and he were very close.  You two were so close that sometimes you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder.  Sometimes, he would fall asleep with his head on your lap while watching television. Sometimes, he would jump and hide behind your back when you watched horror movies.  You two were at each other’s houses all the time, every day. You called his parents mom and dad, and he called yours mom and dad.  Matter of fact, everyone who knew you two were taking bets to see when you two would end up together.

If you were content with just being friends, however, then Mark was too, or he would make himself content. At school, he’d been approached by a man who was claiming to be a rep of JYPE a kpop entertainment company, and they wanted to know if he wanted to be a kpop idol.  He wondered if this was something that he could do.  He turned to look at the table where his friends, and you were sitting.  Would you miss him?

His audition had gone well, and now he was sitting in the airport, in LAX, waiting for his flight to board.  You had come along because you and Mark were joined at the hip, and he wanted to have you there for his farewell.  He stood looking at the plane through the window, and he sighed.  He was going to a place where he didn’t know anything; most importantly he didn’t know a way to communicate with anybody.  Was he making the right choice?

“You seem pensive,” your voice found him, and he smiled, turning to look at you.  “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I don’t know Korean,” he said, shaking his head.  “I don’t know anything about the culture.  What if I’m making a mistake?”

“You come back,” you said, smiling at him.  “If it’s not everything you want, if you can’t do it, if it’s too difficult, and I mean after giving good effort, then you come back.”

“Is it really that simple?” he asked, laughing.  “I just hop on a plane back home?”

You looked up at him and nodded.  “I’ll be waiting here for you to come back,” you said, giving him a different kind of smile. “Whatever you need, just call me. You know I’ll always be here for you.”

He almost said it then. The look in your eyes, the way that you told him that you would wait for him, that you would be there for him, it made him feel a certain kind of way.  He almost told you that he loved you.  He didn’t though.  The plane started boarding, and he hugged you, told you he’d miss you, and then he boarded the plane.  He didn’t see you break down sobbing after he boarded.  Joey and Tammy were quick to rush to you.  You moved down to sit on the floor, your knees up, your face on your knees and you sobbed.  Everyone pulled their arms around you, missing your best friend already.  However, you were happy for him, and you hoped that he would be happy in Korea.

 For close to ten years Mark lived in Seoul.  He debuted with Got7, and they gained notoriety.  Every year or so, Mark came home, and he hung out with all his friends, including you. For almost ten years, he held back the fact that he loved you, because of his image, and because of JYPE.  Every time he came home though, he brought you something from Korea.  Every time that he was home it was like nothing had ever changed, like he wasn’t spending his time in Korea missing you.

You noticed, though, the decline in promotions for GOT7, the upset looks on his face when he did come home. You were worried.  So just before the comeback for Breath of Love, you went to visit him in Korea.  It was a surprise to him, the only ones knowing about this were Joey and BamBam. They were the ones that took you to the airport and picked you up.  When you got to Mark’s house, he thought he was letting BamBam into the house.  

He smiled, surprise on his face the second that he opened the door.  He pulled you into his arms, and he twirled you around.  When he put you down, he sighed in contentment.  

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, letting you and BamBam into the house.  “It’s so awesome to have you here!”

“I wanted to be here to cheer for the GOT7 comeback,” you said, moving down to pet Milo.

After the excitement of having you there, and the gratitude that Mark showed BamBam for getting you to him safely, he left, giving them some privacy.  Mark sat on his couch, and you lied on the sofa, head on his lap, and Mark just loved the sight of your hair falling over his lap.  His fingers ran through your hair, and he started to hum the main title for Breath of Love.  You smiled, turned to look up at him, and nodded.

“I like it,” you said, before you sighed.

“Are you tired?  Are you jet lagged?”

“I think so,” you answered, nodding.  “I just want to sleep right here.”

“You can’t,” he said laughing.  “My neck would hurt from sleeping on the couch.”

You slept in his room that night, cuddled into his side, because it was a lot colder in Seoul than it was in LA.  Mark woke up the next morning to your head on his shoulder, and he wanted to kiss your forehead so badly.  Milo beat him to it, though, and Mark laughed as you sputtered.  

With a groan, Mark helped you out of bed, and begged you to get dressed.  It was time for him to go to JYPE, and he was going to take you with him. There was no way that he was going to spend any of this limited time away from you.  JYP and Jimmy were not thrilled that he brought you, but Mark was over the restrictions this company was putting on him.  

Mark smiled as he walked into the conference hall.  The other six members smiled back at him, while Youngjae and Jackson gave him looks of surprise.  He just grinned at them, while Jimmy and JYP glared at him for daring to bring an outsider in. Mark ignored them and turned to the guys.  

“This is my best friend, Y/N,” Mark introduced.  “These are my other best friends.  That’s our leader, JB, and these guys are Jackson, Yugyeom, BamBam you know, Jinyoung, Youngjae. They are my bandmates.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, smiling at the six other men.

“I’m Jimmy, and this is a closed conference,” he said.

Mark held up a hand as you moved behind Mark.  “She’s not leaving.  She will sit quietly next to me while we have the meeting, but she is staying, or I’m leaving.  I would rather spend my time with her, than with you anyway.”

JYP put a hand on Jimmy’s arm, and he nodded.  Mark sat down, you sat next to him, and he handed you his phone.  You turned on a game and it kept you sufficiently distracted for a while.  The meeting was long, and quite suddenly, in the middle of your game, you caught the middle of an argument.  

“If we aren’t promoting the album until the day of the video drop then how are our fans going to know about our comeback?” JB said, looking at JYP.  “How are we supposed to make sales?”

“None of you have said you’re going to re-sign,” Jimmy said, and JB rolled his eyes.

“Wait,” you said, furrowing your brow.  Everyone turned to look from the two men at the head of the table to you.  “You’re not going to promote the album?  You’re not going to let the fans know the drop date, BECAUSE they haven’t agreed to re-sign?”

“This is none of your business,” JYP said.  “You’re supposed to sit there quietly.”

“That’s until you decide to hurt my best friend,” you said, looking at JYP.  “What the hell is your problem?  You think people haven’t noticed that you haven’t been working with the guys?  We noticed, and we’re incredibly pissed off about it.  And if you think for one minute that if these men decide to leave you, aghase is going to stay you’re a moron.”

“Shut up,” Jimmy said.

“Hey,” Mark said, standing up.  “Don’t worry, I’ll do the job that you refuse to do,” Mark said, taking your hand.  He led you out of the room before he turned to look at you.  “You are amazing, you know,” he said, and you blushed.  Mark liked it when you blushed.

“I’m hungry,” you said, pouting.

He laughed, nodding his head.  “Let’s go eat.”

For a few weeks, until the comeback, you helped him promote the album on his social media.  After online showcase for the comeback, he and the boys went to their homes, and you fed him. Mark sighed contentedly.  He liked having you around when he came home from a tired workday.  He sat on the sofa, and you brought him some food.  He put on a drama, ate, and after the dishes were clean, you cuddled into his side.  He sighed, kissed your forehead, and then he looked down at you.

“I love you,” he said, closing his eyes.  “I am so in love with you, and to be honest, I’m not sure how I’m going to get on when you go back to LA.”

You moved back slightly, looking up at him.  He took in a deep breath, opened his eyes slowly, and then looked down at you. Your brow was furrowed, and you were looking at him curiously.  You tilted your head and swallowed hard.

“What did you say?”

“What did I say?” Mark asked, his tired eyes clearly not focused on what he had just said.

“We should go to bed, Mark,” you said, getting up from the sofa.  He nodded, following you to the bedroom.”

Early in the morning, before Mark could even wake up, you grabbed your things and you hurried down to the cab that was waiting for you outside.  The truth was that Mark’s confession scared the hell out of you.  In all the years that you had known Mark, he had never let you believe that he was in love with you.  You had been crushing on him since you’d gone through to middle school, but he had seemed so content with just being friends that you had let that go.  

The problem was that you weren’t sure what was on his mind.  Did he just like you because he’d liked having you around?  Did he just miss you?  Did you take his confession at face value, or not?  He didn’t even know what he’d said two seconds later.  You didn’t want to ruin your friendship, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to see him in the morning, and not remember his words.

You rushed into the cab, and you were on your way to the airport.  You boarded the plane, and the plane took off, all before Mark woke up. You bit your lip, wondering if you’d just ruined your whole friendship.

Mark woke up, reached for you, and realized that your side of the bed was made.  He furrowed his brow, went to the closet where your suitcase was, and saw that your suitcase wasn’t there.  Did you leave already?  He pulled out his phone to call you, but the call went straight through to voice mail.  

Mark furrowed his brow and thought about last night.  What happened?  And then he remembered.  He’d been tired, really tired, and half asleep, and he’d told you he loved you. Not just that he loved you, he told you that he was in love with you.

“Oh, no,” Mark said, sitting on the sofa.  “Fucking great.  Son of a bitch!”  He was so sure that he’d just messed up the oldest friend that he had.  Truth was he wasn’t sure how he was going to go back home to LA and not hang out with you.  What if you didn’t want to see him anymore.  “Son of a bitch!” he shouted.

 January 2021, Got7 decided not to renew their contracts with JYPE, and that meant decisions had to be made. The boys had to decide who they wanted to sign with, if they wanted to sign with anybody to begin with, and what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives.  One thing was for sure, they were not going to disband.  They would remain together and come together whenever possible to release music together as a group.

After they recorded the video for Encore, and the song as well, Jackson put an arm around Mark’s shoulder.  “What are you going to do?  Are you going to stay here?”

“No, I’m going back home,” Mark said, making the other members turn to look at him.  “I’m going back to LA.”

“Oh, to your ‘Best Friend,’” BamBam said, making quotey fingers.  

Mark closed his eyes, shaking his head.  “I fucked that up.  I don’t even know if she’s my friend anymore, and that kills me.”

Mark moved down to his knees, his head in his hands, and he groaned.  Jackson looked over at Jinyoung, and they exchanged concerned looks. They moved down, putting an arm around him.  JB kneeled in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“What do you mean you fucked that up?” he asked.

“I…after the premiere of Last Piece, I was so tired.”  He licked his lips and looked up at the rest of them.  “I told her.”

“Told her what?” Jackson asked.

“I told her that I love her,” he said.  He groaned, putting his face in his hands.  “I told her that I was in love with her, and the next morning she just up and left.  I fucked up. I really, really, really messed this up. She doesn’t feel the same.”  He shook his head, feeling miserable.  “I just ruined 20 plus years of friendship, because I was stupid enough to confess to her that I love her.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” Jinyoung said.  “You love her, that’s amazing.”

“Judging from the way she was with you,” Jackson started.

“I’m sure she feels the same way,” BamBam finished.  

“Then why’d she leave?” Mark asked, looking up at his friends.  “Why did she leave without one word, not even a goodbye.”

“Maybe because you haven’t ever told her, or even hinted that you like her, right?” Youngjae said, giving him a look.  “This had to have been shocking and surprising news to her.”  He shrugged.  “Maybe she didn’t want to act too fast, say the wrong thing, and she thought she might.”

“Yeah,” Jinyoung said, nodding.  “Maybe she was afraid that she didn’t want to say the wrong thing and risk your friendship.”

“When you go home,” Yugyeom said, moving down to his level, “you find her, and talk to her.  Explain to her everything.  Tell her that you’ve loved her for a long time, but you just now were able to express yourself.”

Mark nodded, looking at him. He really hoped it was going to be this easy, because if you were not going to be in his life, he wasn’t sure how he was going to stay sane.  Everything that had happened to him, and to the guys, you were a constant in his life, no matter how far away from you he was.  He hoped it would not change, or not change for the worse.  He wouldn’t mind a change in the lovers direction.

His father and mother picked Mark up at the airport, and the reunion was sweet.  He went home, put his bags in his pool house, where he was going to do his quarantine for two weeks.  He was happy to be home, if he was honest.  He was with his family, and soon he’d be able to see his nieces, and he’d be able to play with them.

The first day free from his quarantine, he went to the main house.  Joey and Abbey were there, talking, and you were sitting there, laughing and chatting with them.  Your legs were tucked under you, your arms crossed over the arm rest, watching the two, and laughing.  You looked stunning, and Mark wanted to just take you in his arms.

You laughed, and you looked over at him.  You gasped, your eyes widening a bit, and you blushed.  Mark stared right at you.  Joey was the first to react.  He walked up to Mark and hugged him.  As your eyes broke contact, Mark hugged Joey and looked over at you.

“Go to her,” Joey said. “Take her aside and talk to her.”

“What?” Mark said, looking down at Joey.

“BamBam and Yugyeom called and told me what happened.  I thought it was weird that she was acting strange when she came home.  She didn’t want to talk about it.  It’s taken her a little bit, but she’s talked to Tammy and to Grace, and to Abbey.  She feels the same way, she just isn’t sure about you.”  He smiled and nodded.  “Go talk to her.”

Joey walked over to the couch, took Abbey’s hand, and then walked out of the living room.  Mark walked over to you, sitting down across from you.  You bit your lip, looking down, then around, at anything but at him.  Mark sighed, before he put his hand on your shoulder. You actually stopped breathing for a second.

“Why did you leave?” he asked, his voice so soft it was almost impossible to hear.  “Why did you leave so suddenly without even saying good bye to me?”

“I should go,” you whispered, standing up.  

Mark reached out, grabbing your hand.  You froze, looking at the door.  Mark turned you around to face him.  You were looking down, and Mark sighed.  

“Why did you leave?” he repeated, only louder.

“I knew you’d find each other, eventually,” Raymond said, coming out of his room.  “Mark, I’m planning your welcome home party today.  Y/N, you’re staying right?”

“Anything you need help with?” you asked, pulling your handout of Mark’s grasp.  “I’ll help set up if you want.”

“Great,” Raymond said, grinning.  “Tammy will be here soon with her husband and the kids, and Grace is coming too with her wife.”  Raymond put a hand on her shoulders.  “All of the family will be there, you included.”

“Of course,” you answered, nodding and smiling.  “Put me to work, dad.”

Mark smiled.  If you were at the party, then he could talk to you later.  The party, small get together really, was a success.  Everyone ate, and laughed, and talked, and it was almost like everything was back to normal with you.  You were touching his arm, and laughing with him.  At one point you even held his hand.

Towards the end of the party, you walked into the house.  You had to go to the bathroom.  Joey came up to Mark, and pushed him.  He mouthed the words go, and pushed him towards the back door.  Mark nodded, and he walked into the house.  He leaned against the wall, next to the bathroom door.  He would wait for you to come out, and he’d talk to you then.

The door opened, and you walked out.  “Hey,” Mark said, making you jump and yelp.  Mark laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Somehow I think you’re lying,” you said, crossing your arms.  

“Rude,” he said, a smile on his face.  “So, why did you leave?”

Your defenses went back up instantly, but Mark didn’t waste any time.  He took your arm, not letting you turn away from him.  His hand came out to cup the back of your neck, and he sighed.  He noticed how your breath hitched, and how your breathing moved faster.  He was sure that if he were to feel for your heart beat it would be fast.  

“God, I hope I’m right,” he whispered.

Then he was leaning down, pulling you by the neck, and capturing your lips with his.  His free arm came around your waist, his head tilting to the side to better fit his lips to yours.  You gasped, and that was all the invitation he needed.  His tongue dived into your mouth, exploring, as he pushed you against the wall, his body trapping yours in place.

Your hands moved up his chest, and he was afraid for just a second that you would push him away. Your hands moved up around his neck though, and you started kissing him back.  Mark’s heart skipped several beats, leaving him slightly breathless.  He put both of his arms moved around your waist, and he picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

Neither of you noticed Raymond walk into the house, only to turn around and walk back out.  He ushered everyone around the backyard, through the side gate, and into the house via the front door.  A second later, Mark walked out of the house and started walking to the pool house, you in his arms, lips still attached to yours.  He made his way into the house, kicked the door shut, and walked right through to his room.  He kicked that door closed, then lied you down on the bed, still kissing you senseless.

His hands found the hem of your blouse, caressing up your sides, your blouse gliding up too.  Mark pulled it over your head.  You blushed, while Mark looked down at you, studying every curve of your body.  The look in his eyes, the love and possession in his eyes left you a little breathless. He caressed back down your sides, loving the feel of your soft skin against his fingers.  Goosebumps appeared on your skin, and he moved down to kiss your neck.

You moaned softly, and Mark sighed against your skin, the sound washing over his whole body.  He felt the touch of your fingers moving under the T-shirt on his body, also bringing it up over his head.  Then your hands moved down his chest, over his stomach, and he moaned softly.  This is what he’d been waiting for, for years.

He kissed your shoulder, lowering your bra straps.  His fingers caressed down your arms as he kissed your collar bone.  His lips moved over your breasts, as his fingers lowered the cup of your bra.  Your eyes closed, pleasure pooling in your center as Mark’s lips caressed the tops of your breasts softly.  Slowly his hands moved around your torso, unclasping your bra.  Slowly your bra came off, and Mark stared at you, worshiping every plane of your body.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

You blushed, as he moved down to kiss down your chest, the valley between your breasts.  Mark’s hands cupped your breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples, and you moaned softly.  Mark moved to take your right breast in his mouth, suckling on your nipple. You moaned louder, closing your eyes, as your hands moved to tangle in his hair.

He kept kissing down your torso, over your stomach, stopping at the button of your jeans.  His eyes moved up to look at you, as his fingers undid the button of your jeans.  He unbuttoned your jeans and he pulled them off gently, leaving you in your panties.

Blushing furiously, you sat up, looking at Mark.  Hesitantly you reached for his jeans button.  He nodded at you, urging you to remove them.  So, you undid the button, pulled down the zipper slowly.  You looked up at him, as you pulled his pants down. Eyes locked together, you lowered his boxers, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief as the cold air hit his heated skin.  You took his rock-hard member into your hand, stroking from base to tip, smearing the precum over his cock.  Mark groaned, closing his eyes, putting his hand on yours.  He was way too excited to have you jerking him off.  He wanted to feel you around him, before he climaxed.  He moved down, kissing you hard on the lips. As he pulled your panties off of you, he lied you back on the bed.  

His hand caressed up your leg, bending your knee and hooking your leg around his waist.  He looked down, aligning his member to your entrance, then he looked up at you.  His hand came out to caress your face softly, and he lowered his forehead to you.

“Do I need to prepare you?” He closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly.  “To be honest, I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to keep myself in check.”

“I’m fine,” you said, nodding your head.  “Trust me, I’m ready.”

He smiled sideways. “Are you?” he asked, and you blushed. “Have I mentioned that I love it when you blush?”

He pushed himself into your entrance, stretching you.  You gasped, your hands gripping his arms, your back coming off the bed.  Your eyes closed as Mark pushed further into you, the friction of his member against your walls shooting pleasure through your core.

“Ooooh,” you voiced, flexing your hips.

This caused your passage to tighten around Mark, and his arms trembled as he tried to hold himself up off of you.  He closed his eyes, moaning loudly, burying his face in your neck.  Then he was inside you, hips to hips, pelvis to pelvis, and you felt so full, so fucking spectacular.  Mark stayed still, trying to give you some time to adjust.  

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered into your ear.  “God, you feel so fucking good.”

Mark puled out slightly, and pushed himself back in, and you moaned.  “Mark,” you moaned, as he moaned back in return.  He had dreamt of you calling out his name in passion, and reality was much better than fantasy.  “Mark, oh God.”

His hips flexed, pushing deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot.  You whimpered, moaning louder, making Mark kiss you to shut you up.  He had just remembered that his family were supposed to be outside the pool house, in the back yard.  He didn’t want them hearing this.  He pulled out, almost completely, and moved back into you, picking up speed as he kissed you.  Over and over, he thrust into you, hitting your sweet spot.  You squealed into his kiss, his hands pushing you into the bed by your hips, as he thrust into you over and over.

Your sensitive walls trembled around him, and Mark knew that you were close.  Good, cause so was he.  He moved up off of you, putting his hands on your knees, hiking them higher around his waist.  His hips thrust harder and faster into you, hitting that spot in you over and over, and you put your hands over your mouth, as your walls clenched around him.  Your squeals grew louder, muffled, but louder. Then you moved your hands off your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you said, gasping as a knot tightened in your gut.  “Oh, God, Mark please.”

“Yes, cum for me baby,” he said, thrusting one final time into you.

You slapped your hands on your mouth again, groaning loudly, squealing louder, as your climax hit you. Your walls clenched around him, as Mark pushed into you.  He savored the feeling of you cumming around him, milking him, squeezing him.  He groaned, flexing his hips into yours, helping you ride out your climax.  As your body twitched, convulsing under him, he pulled out, feeling a tightening in his balls, and ejaculated onto your stomach.  He landed on the bed, on his back, catching his breath.  

You lied on your back, staring up at the ceiling, as the realization of what you had just done dawned on you.  Mark got off the bed, and walked to the bathroom, after putting on his boxers, and you sat up, feeling really horrified.  What the hell had you just done?

You put your panties and your bra on, more in a state of shock and autopilot.  You put your pants on, and had your blouse in your hand while you made your way to the door of Mark’s bedroom.  How could you have been so stupid?  You didn’t know how Mark was feeling for you, and you just let your hormones take over and had sex, with your best friend.  If things weren’t awkward enough before, they were going to be worse now.

“Where are you going?” Mark’s voice asked, stopping you dead in your tracks.  “Turn around.”  You shook your head.  There was no way you were turning around.  Mark sighed. “I need to clean you off, unless you cleaned the cum off your stomach.”

You swallowed hard, and looked down.  Sure enough, you had thick strands of cum on your stomach.  Some was dripping down your jeans, and most had come off on the bed, but there was still some on your stomach.  You turned around slowly, and Mark walked up to you with a warm, damp cloth. He wiped your stomach off, before he took a step back.  

“Why are you leaving?” he asked, sounding angry.  “Why are you always leaving?”  You swallowed hard, biting your lip, not sure how to answer him.  “Don’t you love me back?”  You looked up at him.  He was staring at you, intently.  “Did I just kill our friendship?  Did I just ruin everything that we’ve been through for the past twenty some-odd years?”

You closed your eyes, because you could feel the tears filling your eyes.  “I don’t know,” you answered, shrugging.  “I don’t know what our friendship is now.  I care about you too much to be fuck buddies.  I don’t’ want to ruin our friendship that way.”

“Then we won’t,” he said, taking a step closer to you.  “We won’t ruin anything.”  You looked up at him again cautiously.  “I am in love with you.  I have been for years.  I’ve been crushing on you since middle school, and I’ve been in love with you since high school.  We can give it shot.  You and me, we can give it a shot, and we can see how we are.”

“Mark, what if things end badly?  That will ruin our friendship.  I love you, and I can’t see my life without you in it, and I’m fucking terrified that if things end badly with us, then you’re going to leave me, and I’m going to die a little inside.”

“Don’t end us before we even start,” he said, taking your hand.  “Don’t quit on us because I fucking love you.  I can’t see you not in my life either.  I need you for my very sanity, so you bet your sweet ass that I’m not going to jeopardize that.”  He grinned. “And for the record, your ass is sweet.”

You smiled involuntarily. “Will you stop?  Will you be serious?”

Mark smiled.  “I can’t.”  He sat down on his bed, pulling you onto his lap, his arm coming around you, holding you close to him.  “I can’t be serious, because we just did what I have been trying to get the courage to do for a long time.”

“You’ve wanted to have sex with me for a long time?” you asked, incredulously.

“Yes, I have.  If I had not been so damn tired the time you came to visit me, I would have seduced you that night.”  You blushed, and Mark laughed.  

“Mark!” you said, trying to get off of him.

Mark tightened his arms around you, and turned, so that he could lie you on the bed.  He hovered over you, and you couldn’t stop blushing. Mark leaned down and kissed you, moaning softly as he did.  Your arms moved around his neck, as he moved up on his knees, not once lifting his lips from yours.  When he did move up off of you, he rested his forehead on yours.

“I have been dying to kiss you since you moved into the house across the street,” he whispered.  “And I’ve been dying to sleep with you, really just worship your body, since I saw you in a two piece for the first time.” He rubbed his nose on your neck, kissing you softly.  “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mark,” you answered, feeling like you were risking everything.

Mark smiled, as he stood up, jumping on the bed.  You laughed, as you rolled away from him.  He landed on his knees on the bed and pulled you into his arms.  You giggled, as he rained kisses on your face before he stood up.

“Wait, wait, we have to make this official,” he said, getting off the bed, and moved over to your side. He took your hand, and grinned. “Will you please be my girlfriend?”

You bit your lip, looked down for a second, and then looked back up at him.  “I have a few conditions,” you said, that fear coming back to your eyes.  “Promise me that our friendship will last, because regardless of what happens between us, I can’t live without you.”  Now it was his turn to blush, and you smiled.

“What’s your second condition?”

“We go to Harry Potter world every year for our anniversary and for my birthday,” you said.

Mark laughed, nodding his head.  “Deal, to both.”

You smiled and nodded too. “Then yes.  I will be your girlfriend.”

Mark laughed again, and he tackled you to the bed.  You laughed along with him, as he situated himself between your legs, and kissed you senseless.  Then there was a knock on the door, and Mark jumped off of you.  He put your blouse on and went to answer his door.

Joey was on the other side, a stupid grin on his face.  “Dad sent me to see if you were done, and decent,” he said, making you blush.  “You traumatized dad, by the way.”

“Oh my god,” you said, covering your face with your hands.  

Joey laughed and sighed. ‘It’s about damn time, though.” Mark furrowed his brow, and Joey grinned.  “You’ve been eyeing each other ever since I was a kid, so it’s about time that you two got together.  Now get out here because dad and mom made food.  It’s time to eat.”

You and Mark walked out of the pool house, hand in hand.  When you walked into the kitchen, Papa Tuan put his hands over his eyes.  You whimpered, and hid behind Mark.  Everyone laughed, and Mark turned to hold you in his arms, blocking you from their view.

“You stop embarrassing my girlfriend,” Mark said, turning to playfully glare at his family, who laughed.

Doreen came up to you and hugged you tightly.  She took you over to the table, where Raymond went to sit down, his hand still on his eyes. Doreen smacked his arm lightly. He laughed, then turned to look at you.

“I’m glad your together with him, but please, no more making out in the kitchen, especially the way you were when I walked in.”

“Dad,” Mark said, a clear warning in his tone.  “Stop embarrassing my girlfriend.”  Raymond laughed, and nodded.  “Thanks, and thanks for the food.”

After dinner, you and Mark sat in the living room to watch television.  In many ways, it was just like it was before.  The biggest difference was that Mark held your hand this time, or he pulled you into his arms when you leaned into him. Everything was better now that you and he were officially dating.  He would never let you go.

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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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Got7 as Disney princes

! note: I choose only among the characters that are actual princes or nobles

JB - Beast.The beauty and the beast

Looks kinda scary and scruffy on the outside but it’s a loving, cultured prince on the inside.

MARK - Philip. Sleeping beauty

He waltzes into your life with his refined charm but don't be fooled, he will fight hard for you.

JACKSON - Hercules. Hercules

Loud, built and funny. Is admired and known by everyone but could throw away everything for love.

JINYOUNG - Eric. The little mermaid

Composed, he values other things rather than physical appearance, will be loyal until the end.

YOUNGJAE - Kristoff. Frozen

Pure and quirky. He devotes all himself to what he wants. Soft-hearted but can be also devilish.

BAMBAM - Naveen. The princess and the frog

Fun, rich and a little self-centered. Once he cares about someone he's able to adapt to anything.

YUGYEOM - Simba. The lion king

Naive, with lots of dreams. May be selfish but he'll commit with seriousness when he finds the right path.

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Uncaged - Part 1

Summary: You had felt like a prisoner and called out for help, though you weren't expecting it to be Park Jinyoung who came to your rescue. Nothing is as it seems and the more you get to know him, the more you felt free.

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,048

Prompt: “You’re doing it wrong.”

A/N: This is part of the Challenging Words February Challenge. Where we use a group of prompts and make a story from them. Here is the first part to mine. I hope you enjoy. :)

You groaned softly as your body woke up from its slumber. Your head felt heavy as if it were made of stone. Struggling to move your body in an upright position, your eyes remained closed, your head pounding at the sudden movement.

“Where am I?” 

It came out in an non-coherent mumble as you adjusted to opening your eyes, your body tensing immediately when you realised you had no idea where you were. Panic began to course through you, heightening your senses as you stood up to inspect the room. Stepping away from the chaise you were sitting on, you walked further into the room, the light shining brightly through the window adjacent. The walls were covered from ceiling to floor in bookshelves, every one scattered with ancient texts. A large wooden oak desk sat in front of the far wall, a painting above it. It was then that you realised where you might be. Your eyes turned dark at the face of the person in the painting as you balled your fists up at your sides. You should be scared. Anyone else would be inside his lands, yet all you felt at this very moment was anger. Storming across the room with purpose, your hands made contact with the papers laying over the desk, pushing them with force to the floor as your anger came bubbling to the surface.

“Ugh. Why you?” you asked yourself as you continued to rip the room to shreds.

“Ah, You’re finally awake I see.”

“How did you get in here?” you demanded, your breathing laboured as you froze to the spot, your eyes boring holes into his.

He stood no more than five steps away from you, his hands held together behind him as he paced the room, his eyes running over the mess you had created.

“Does it matter? It seems I should have been more prompt in my arrival. Maybe then you wouldn't have redecorated. Although I do say it's an improvement. I found it too stuffy in here anyway.”

“Why am I here Jinyoung?” 

Your eyes followed him intently as he continued to walk around the room, keeping his distance from you as he did so.

“I think if anyone were to know why, that it would be you.” 

He sat down on the chaise you had vacated, his legs laying along it as he crossed them, his hands now behind his head of dark hair as he smiled at you smugly, his eyes crinkling with amusement as your temper flared once again.

“Stop with the riddles, Jinyoung. Just tell me why I’m here!”

“Did you not call for help? To be let out from your cage?”

“How did you know that?”

Jinyoung merely shrugged in response causing you to groan in frustration.

“You couldn’t have possibly heard me.”

“My dear Y/N, I’m certain anyone could have heard your screams. You were rather loud.”

“I wasn’t..why you though? Of all people?” 

Your confusion began to outweigh the frustration filling your body as you stepped towards him, sitting on the chair automatically as you looked at your hands, trying to figure out what indeed had happened.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“That’s not how you thank the person who saved you, now is it?”

“Why should I thank you? I didn’t ask to be saved!”

“That’s not what it looked like to me Y/N. I can happily send you back if you’d like.” 

He sat up and turned to face you, only a glint of smile playing on his lips as he waited for your response.

“How am I being saved if all I am doing is trading one cage for another?” you raised your voice at him, unable to control the emotions flooding back to your body at the realisation of being sent back there. You began to shake, your skin feeling clammy as you struggled to breathe in any air. The room started to fade from your vision as the fear overwhelmed you entirely until you felt a gentle squeeze on your hand followed by Jinyoung’s voice.

“You are free to go. I am not trapping you here. I merely helped you escape. If I had to hear your screaming go on any longer my head would have exploded.”

“Why do you do that?” 

You opened your eyes to see Jinyoung sitting poised in the chaise,  his hands crossed in front of him, nowhere near you.

“Do what?”

“Try to be nice but then be a complete asshole in the same sentence.”

“It’s my natural charm.” 

“I highly doubt that.” 

The pair of you sat in silence, neither saying a word for what felt like an eternity. Although Jinyoung wasn’t your favourite person in the world, you weren't afraid of him like many others in the lands were. You didn’t know why but you felt at ease within his company, something that you hadn’t felt in what seemed like a very long time. In fact, you couldn't remember the last time you felt a sense of peace in just being near someone. This feeling irked you to no end. You barely knew the man, and yet you felt like there was this invisible force pulling you towards him, on the brink of knowing everything.

“I wouldn’t send you back to Tristan. You can stay here as long as you wish to.” He broke you out of your reverie once more. 

The realisation of what had occurred now fully hitting you as you sat next to the man. What would be happening right now in the house that you had escaped from? Would he come looking for you? What would you do if he did?

“You don’t have to worry about any of that.” Jinyoung answered, although you hadn't spoken your concerns out loud.

“How..?”

“I’m highly perceptive of body language.”

You rolled your eyes at his arrogance, and at that very moment your stomach filled the room with a growl, echoing off the walls.

“How about some food? I’m rather famished myself. This way.” 

Jinyoung didn’t wait for you to follow as he headed towards the door, opening it and retreating out of it faster than he had arrived. Taking a deep breath, you picked yourself up and hastily followed him.

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Part 2

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liability | nine (m)

 summary: reporter meets mafia boss, Park Jinyoung

one | two | three | four | five | six (m) | seven (m) | eight | nine (m) | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen (m) | fifteen | sixteen (m) | seventeen | eighteen - final |

You stopped in front of the door, afraid to go inside to see Jinyoung.

“Go in,” Mark said behind you. You sighed loudly before walking in. As soon as Jinyoung sees you, he runs up to you. You can tell from his face that he was worried. 

“Where the hell did you go?” he asked rubbing your arms up and down. “I was worried.”

“I know,” you said looking down at the floor. 

“You know and you did it?” he said raising his tone at you. You sighed and moved away from him, back to your shared room. He tells the body guards to leave the two of you alone before coming after you. “Y/N...” he called out. You quietly played on your phone, ignoring him. You didn’t want to argue tonight. “Y/N...” he said sitting next to you on the bed. “Answer me.” 

“I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to be alone.”

“Talk to me. I know something’s bothering you,” you rolled your eyes, trying to get up away from him. He holds onto your hand and pulls you back down onto the bed. “We’re not done talking.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” you said angrily.  

“What did I do wrong?”

You scoff, “Nothing. You did nothing wrong, happy? Can I shower now?” 

“No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong. I know when people are lying, especially when a girl says they don’t want to talk.”

“I hate being watched, being followed everywhere I go,” you confessed. “I hate not knowing what you’re doing and I hate not knowing what we are.”

“I thought you knew what it meant to be with someone like me.”

You sighed, “I thought I did...”

“So, what? You want to leave me?” he asked. You sighed again, no matter how you explained it, he didn’t get it. “Do you want to leave me?” he asked again, this time enunciating every word. Tears formed in your eyes at his words. No, you didn’t want to leave him. You wanted to be with him, but you weren’t sure how he felt. You weren’t sure what this was to him - a casual fuck, a side chick? You didn’t know. “I won’t make you stay if you don’t want to,” Jinyoung said getting up. “I’ll ask Mark to book you the next flight out of here,” he said pulling out his phone and walking away from you. 

You didn’t want to go. 

You got up after him and ran to hug him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I don’t want to go,” you said crying into his back. You feel his back relax at your touch as he grabs your hand on his waist. He hangs up the call with Mark and turns to you.

“Don’t cry,” he said, wiping your tears away. “Are you ready to talk?” he asked. 

You shake your head again, sniffling. “Can you just hold me?” 

He nods, bringing you back to his bed and pulling you into his chest. “You asked what we are,” he whispered in your ear, giving your temple a light kiss. This small gesture comforted you, calmed you down. “What would you say if I called you my girlfriend?” 

You looked up pulling away from him slightly, “W-what?”

“I said what would you say if I called you my girlfriend?” he asked again making your heart race. He knew what was bothering you.  

“Are you asking me because I’m upset about something or because you really want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Isn’t it the same?” he said pulling you back into his arms. You stopped him.

“No, it’s not,” you said sternly. “It’s not, Jinyoung. I need to know.”

“I care about you and if this title is important to you, then let’s put a title on it,” he said pulling you in for a kiss. 

This wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but it was better than nothing. It was good enough for now. 

Jinyoung cups your cheeks in his hands, bringing your lips closer to his. He licks your bottom lip signaling you to open your mouth for him. You do so obediently. Your tongues wrestle each other for a bit before he gives your tongue a light suck. He pulls your body close to his, pressing his lower body against yours. Jinyoung lifts your leg over his waist before flipping you over underneath him. His lips travelled down your jaw and to your neck, leaving wet kisses all over. You tangled your fingers in his hair, giving it a small tug just how he liked. Jinyoung reaches for your top, unbuttoning the front of your shirt. He takes his time with you once he removes your top. He takes your breast in his hands, gently massaging them. You moan at his touch, feeling your core dampen. 

“Jinyoung, please...” you begged. He takes your breast in his mouth, biting and sucking on your nipples until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your core ached to be touch and you felt your panties sticking to your core. He removes your pants in one swift motion, tracing his pointer finger up and down the wet patch of your panties. Jinyoung pulls your panties slightly upward, pressing your already damped panties against your own core. You moaned at the friction. He pulls your panties off and discards it across the room. 

“God, you look so pretty like this,” he said spreading your legs far apart. You helped Jinyoung out of his t-shirt and bottoms before he dives right into your core. You gasped once you feel his lips on your wet pussy. His lips moved strategically against your core, leaving no part untouched. Jinyoung gives your folds a small nibble before attacking your clit with his tongue in an up-down motion. You moan, spreading your legs further apart for him. You tangle your hands in his hair and thrusted your hips forward. “You taste so sweet...” he mumbles in your core. He spreads your folds apart, examining your wet and swollen core. Jinyoung inserts two fingers into you. You threw your head back, arching your back in pleasure. His fingers curved upwards as he pumped in and out of you while sucking your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, feeling the pit in your stomach grow. You started thrusting your hips upward, hoping to chase your own high. “Patience baby...” he said holding your hips down. He removes his fingers out of your pussy, and hovers over you. He sticks his fingers in your mouth, making you suck your own juices. “Will you be a good girl for me?” he asked. 

You nodded and helped him lay down. You got on your knees, leaned down to his cock and looked up at him. He nods giving you the go ahead to take him. You opened your mouth and laid his cock on your tongue, giving it a slow lick, tasting his salty pre-cum. Jinyoung puts his arms behind his head, lifting it up to watch you. Your eyes looked up at him as you lick his veiny cock again. You hear him suck in a breath of air. 

“Come on, baby...” he said in a low voice. You opened your mouth wide and shoved his cock deep down in your mouth till it hit the back of your throat, choking on it. You pulled his cock out of your mouth before taking him full again. Jinyoung groans as you repeat this motion a couple times, sucking him harder each time. He grabs your hair in a ponytail and guides his cock in and out of mouth. You choked and gagged on his cock each time it hits the back of your throat. Your eyes red with tears as saliva drips out of your mouth and down your chin. You gave him another suck, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. “That was amazing baby,” he said pulling you under him as he wiped the salvia off your chin. With his cock still drenched with your saliva, he positions himself in you. You moaned feeling his tip slowly insert in you - inch by inch, he pushes himself in you. He knows you are still getting use to this so he was careful not to be too rough with you, but you could take it.

“Jinyoung, I can take it,” you tell him. “I want you to fuck me hard...” you begged, pulling his body close to yours. 

“Are you sure baby?” he asked, brushing the hair out of your face. You bit your lip, nodding. You were sure. He nods, shoving the rest of himself in you in one motion. You arched your back in pleasure. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt, but you didn’t want to tell Jinyoung that. You didn’t want him to treat you like glass. He pumps himself in and out of you, giving you no time to adjust. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.”

You spread your legs further apart for him, giving him more room to fuck you. He thrusts so far into you, you feel the tip of his cock hit a spot that was foreign to you. Each time he hits that spot, you moan louder and louder. “Jinyoung, don’t stop,” you begged, thrusting your hips upward. He reaches for your clit and rubs it in a circular motion. “Jinyoung...” you whimpered at the overstimulation. “Fuck, I’m close...” you whined, practically twitching underneath him.

“Hold it in baby. We still have the whole night,” he smirked, halting his movements on your clit. Jinyoung stops thrusting, he looks down at you, watching you struggle to hold in your orgasm.

“I can’t,” you begged, tears falling from the corner of your eyes. Jinyoung wipes the tears away as he leans down to give you a soft kiss. 

“Yes you can. Be a good girl,” he whispered before rubbing your clit again in circular motion. Unlike before, he goes slow - thrusting and rubbing slower than before. With each thrust and each rub, it pushes you closer to the edge. “You’re so pretty when you hold in your orgasm. Tell me what you want me to do,” Jinyoung said nibbling your earlobe. You moaned loudly, feeling your core clench on his cock. “Tell me...” he repeats.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours as you whispered in his ear, “Daddy, I want you to fuck me till I’m sore...I want to cum all over your hard cock.” 

He stops thrusting in you and looks like down at you, “What did you just call me?” 

“Y-you don’t like it?” you asked biting your lip. “I thought guys like that stuff...”

“No baby. I love it. You sound so hot,” he said picking up his pace again. He drills himself in you, over and over again, until you cry out loud. 

“Daddy, please...I have to cum,” you begged again. He pulls out of you and flips you over to lay on your stomach. You whined at the empty feeling in your core. Jinyoung motions you to get on your knees, facing away from him with your ass up. He spreads your butt cheeks apart, examining your glistening red pussy. Your face buried in the pillows as you spread your legs further apart for him to see. 

“You’re dripping, baby. Look at your core clench on nothing. I bet you’re dying for my cock.”

“Yes, please Jinyoung...please,” you begged for the nth time. You threw your head back in pleasure, when you feel his mouth on your core. Your core was clenching on nothing, anymore stimulation, you were sure you’d cum. 

“I can’t get enough of you,” Jinyoung said, pulling away from your core. “You’re doing so good,” he said tracing his finger up and down your folds. You wet core makes it so easy for him to slip right into you. The both of you moan at the feeling of him filling you up and you clenching on his cock. He spreads your legs further apart as he continues to fuck you. Jinyoung’s hands traces up your back, pressing your face against the pillow. The room was filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other. You held your breath, trying to hold in your orgasm - this only made your core clench on his cock more. “Fuck...” Jinyoung groans, grabbing you by your hair. He pulls your body back to his chest as he continues to thrust into your sensitive core. He reaches for your clit, rubbing it vigorously in circular motion. Your body begins to shake and tremble in his arms. “Cum with me baby.” 

You tilt your head back on his shoulder, eyes rolled back in pleasure. With his free hand, Jinyoung wraps his fingers around your neck. His lips made its way to your neck, sucking and nibbling on your sweet spot. 

He was magical - how can someone make you feel this good? 

You moaned loudly, feeling a wave of pleasure hit your whole body. Your body became weak, trembling from the overstimulation. Within seconds of your orgasm, Jinyoung grunts, letting out a low moan before he spills his seed into you. Your core still overstimulated, still clenching on his cock, milking him dry. 

The both of you remained in this position until you calmed down. Jinyoung pulls out of you slowly before laying you on the bed. Your core ached, just like you wanted, and your body felt numb. He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Was I too rough?” he asked out of breath. You shake your head with a satisfied smile. Jinyoung gets up from the bed and heads to the bathroom for a wet towel. He cleans you up before getting in bed with you, pulling you in his arms. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in your ear. You smiled at his sweet words, cuddling closer to him. 

As you were about to doze off, you hear a loud knock on your bedroom door. You shift in the bed when you feel Jinyoung leave your side. 

“Jinyoung, we have to go! Something’s happened,” you hear Mark say, waking you up. You sat up in bed with the sheets wrapped around your body, watching Jinyoung frantically put his clothes on. 

“Jinyoung?” you called, getting out of bed and walking towards him. 

“Something happened. I need to go back to Seoul,” he said buttoning his pants.

“Let me come with you.”

“No, you stay here. I promise I’ll come back for you,” Jinyoung said before grabbing his jacket. He leans down to give you a kiss before leaving. 

That was the last time you heard from him.  

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[joshuas]

love at first bite

♫ pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader

♫ genre: Fluff, slice-of-life, non idol! au, high-key crack, not a vampire au!

♫ word count: 630

♫ prompt: “Do you believe in love at first sight?” 

♫ warnings: Nil of note! If you really despise puns, I’d recommend not reading! 

♫ a/n: Happy Jinyoung Day! This is honestly the most chaotic fanfic I’ve written (on little sleep, as well), so enjoy, I guess!

To be short, you were in a rush. You had continuously shut your alarm off, using the excuse that you had a long night. Of course, that was perfectly reasonable until you realised you had ten minutes to get dressed for your blind date with a mutual friend of yours - Jinyoung.

Silently cursing your friend, Lina, for deciding that an early-morning date would be best - you brushed your teeth, threw some clothes on, and rushed out into the warm spring weather.

You were mentally preparing yourself to apologise as you entered the cafe when a voice snapped you out of your reverie,

“Y/N?”

You whipped around, eyes landing on the location of the voice. Dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans that outlined his athletic build, he was looking up at you behind the dark frames of his reading glasses, with a book in hand - Jinyoung. 

“The photos really didn’t do him enough justice.” You muttered, as you nervously approached the table he was seated at.

Freshly made coffee mixed with the subtle vanilla fragrance of the fluffy pancakes drizzled with hot maple syrup hit at your senses as you glanced down at the breakfast assortment in front of you.

“I didn’t really know what you wanted, so I kind of guessed, based on what Lina’s told me of you. You can’t go wrong with pancakes, right?”

“I- do you believe in love at first sight?” you gaped at the mouth-watering selection of food as you sat down. 

“As sad as I am to realise that you’re talking about the food, I’ll take this as a victory that I guessed correctly?” He grinned, his eyes crinkling.

Snapping out of your awe, you shifted your focus to Jinyoung. 

You sighed in adoration, this man is literally the most adorable and perfect human being on the planet.

“You did, thank you. I’m really sorry I was late. “ You apologised profusely.

 “I’m assuming you’re not a morning person?” He chuckled, his dimples making you internally swoon.

“Not usually... it’s just, I had a late night after binge reading this one book.”

“Understandable. I haven’t been able to put mine down all morning. Maybe we should plan to have our second date later in the day. Perhaps at a bookstore?” He suggested.

Your eyes widened, “You want to go on a second date?”

“Why not?” He leaned back against his chair, muscles flexing.

Okay. OKAY. No big deal, but you just scored another date with literally the most thoughtful (and handsome) guy EVER.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, your stomach grumbled as you remembered the food in front of you.

“Seeing as you’re hungry, let’s eat. Then, you can tell me more about that book.” He chuckled, pushing the plate of pancakes towards you.

___________

“Ugh, I’m so full. I feel like I’m in food heaven.”

“They say the best way to a person’s heart is to buy them food.” He sighed.

“You know, instead of love at first sight, I’d say it was more love at first bite.” You winked, wiggling your eyebrows at Jinyoung as he gave you the most disdainful stare in the world (y’all know what I’m talking about). 

There was a long pause, as you scrambled to explain your joke,

“You know. Because I said it regarding the food initially, and—“

“—You really know how to make someone’s heart skip a beet.” He remarked sarcastically, as he got up from the table.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden contribution, “Oh my god. We’re mint to be!” You laughed as he rolled his eyes, trying not to smile, as the both of you exited the café.

Little did Jinyoung know that he’d continue to “suffer” through such punishments for many years to come.

- I’m so sorry you were put through this esfnsefknfkdmd

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[wonkiewolfie]

Find You || GOT7 Jinyoung

A/N: I received a very specific scenario request in my DMs, and I assume since it was in my DM’s that the person doesn’t want me tagging them. That’s fine lol I just hope you like it. It’s hard to write a summary for it tho 😂 also, I said it would be two parts, but I am about to be really busy with school so I went ahead and wrote the second part and posted it as one longer part.

Summary: Dad Jinyoung finally meets his daughter face to face after 13 years.

Requested? Yes.

—o—

“Hey, sunshine. Welcome home. Did you check the mail on your way in?” You called out from the kitchen, putting away the last clean dish.

Your daughter came into the room with a package in her hand, and a skeptical eyebrow raised. “Did you order more of your boy-on-boy porn books?”

You gasped comically, clutching the package to your chest. “Not porn, Jiyoung, romance,” you corrected, smirking.

She rolled her eyes and put her book bag down on a chair. She seemed a little down.

You turned to her again, placing the package down on the counter. “How was your day?”

She shrugged.

“Something on your mind?” You leaned on the counter.

She shrugged again. “I don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. Then one of my friends got to talking about her dad today…”

“Ahh..” you hummed. “I thought you might ask one day.”

Jiyoung looked at you seriously. “Mom, do you know who my dad is?”

“Of course, I do,” you nodded simply. “And he knows about you, too.”

“So what? He didn’t want a kid and ran off?” She asked, sounding bitter but a hint of sadness underlying in her tone. She crossed her arms.

You smiled and shook your head. “Not exactly. I left. He sends us money in secret every week, and I send him pictures of you every once in a while.”

“I’m confused,” she said.

“Your dad and I are on good terms. We aren’t together, and officially we never were. I happened to get pregnant, and thought it best for everyone if I didn’t stick around.”

“Why?” She asked. “He knows I exist, but he never wanted to meet me?”

You sighed. “He did… he still does. His circumstances are just challenging. His job doesn’t allow him to have much free time.”

“You’re being hella cryptic,” she huffed in frustration. “Who is my dad, and why can’t he come see me?”

You sighed. “Okay, fine. His name is Park Jinyoung, and he’s a kpop idol. I left and moved us out to the countryside, so there wouldn’t be any scandals and we could live quietly.”

Jiyoung was quiet for a moment. “You’re not funny.”

You laughed. “No, I’m serious. I can call him if you don’t believe me. He made me promise him if you ever asked about him, I’d tell him immediately.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure. Do it. Call him.”

You pulled out your phone immediately, dialing the number, luckily the name is common enough that you didn’t have to input a fake one. You placed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” His familiar voice came over the line. “What’s wrong? Why are you calling?”

You laughed. “Hello to you, too. Your daughter wants to talk to you.”

Silence.

“You still there?” You asked.

“Put her on.”

You handed the phone to her. “It’s for you.”

She took the phone, “hello? Dad?”

You heard a mumble from the other side of the phone.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re not a kpop idol. There’s no way my mom hooked up with a celebrity.”

“Ouch,” you mumbled with a slight chuckle.

She pulled the phone away from her face, tapping the screen a few times. Jinyoung’s face came up on the screen, and your daughter’s jaw dropped.

“Do you believe me now?” He asked, smiling. “I’m sorry for not reaching out to you. We thought it would be best for you to grow up normally.”

She turned to you with tears in her eyes, placing the phone down on the counter. “I can’t believe you kept this from me my whole life.”

You reached out to her, but she turned on her heel and ran to her room.

“Hello? Jiyoung?”

You picked up the phone and held it up to look at Jinyoung on the screen.

“Where did she go?” He asked.

“Her room,” you sighed. “She’s angry at me. I expected this. I’ll have her call you back once she’s calmed down.”

He nodded solemnly. “I’ll talk to you later.”

You nodded and hung up.

The following Saturday, you woke up early in the morning. Jiyoung hadn’t talked to you in three days, not since you told her about her father, the idol. You wanted to spend the whole day making it up to her, starting with her favorite breakfast.

You finished the blueberry pancakes up and went to her room, knocking on the door. “Jiyoung?” No answer. “I made your favorite.” Still nothing. You sighed and pushed the door open. “Look, we can’t keep doing this no talking thing.”

You looked around her room and didn’t see her. Her backpack was gone, too. You ran don't the hall to the bathroom, throwing the door open.

“Jiyoung!” You called, walking all over the house. “Jiyoung! This isn’t funny! Come out now!”

No response. The house was empty.

“Fuck!” You yelled, going to check her room again.

She left a note on her desk.

Going to meet my father. I’ll be back in time for school on Monday. -Ji

“Shit!” You huffed, pulling out your phone to call Jinyoung.

He answered in a second. “Is Jiyoung feeling better?”

“She’s gone!” You yelled into the phone.

“What do you mean?”

“She left. She’s coming to see you!” You said quickly in a panic.

“What? How would she know where I am?”

You groaned. “Fuck, I don’t know. She’s smart. Maybe she found your address on one of those sasaeng sites. The point is, we are three hours away from Seoul by train, and she’s headed your way.”

“What can I do?” He said immediately.

“Go to the train station, and see if you can meet up with her. She’s thirteen, she shouldn’t be running around Seoul on her own,” you sighed. “She has a cell phone. I’ll text you her number. Call her. Tell her you’ll meet her when she gets there.”

“Okay. Are you coming to get her?” He asked.

“Of course, I am. Just take her back to your place, I’m headed out the door,” you said, grabbing your keys. “Tell the company it’s an emergency, and just stay with her.”

You both hung up, and you immediately sent the number to him on your way out the door.

—o—

When you arrived at the address Jinyoung gave you, you pulled into a spot down the street and around the corner from the building. You were careful to wear the hood of your jacket up and a mask to cover your face. You promised Jinyoung you’d be inconspicuous when you came in, but honestly you were more worried about Jiyoung. He promised you he’d picked her up and that she was safe, but you really wanted to see her for yourself.

You came up the stairs of the building to the second floor and text Jinyoung that you were on his floor. He poked his head out of his door and beckoned you down the hall. You immediately ran down the hall to him, and he stepped aside to let you in.

You ran into the apartment and saw her sitting on his couch. “Jiyoung!”

She turned to look at you with wide eyes. “Mom!”

“Are you okay?” You asked instantly, grabbing her and tugging her into a hug.

She tried to wiggle free. “Yeah, of course. Dad came to get me.”

“Good, I’m glad,” you sighed. “Are you crazy? What the hell were you thinking? You scared me half to death.”

“I’m sorry! I just wanted to come meet the father you never told me about,” she yelled, getting defensive immediately.

“And where were you going to go? How did you have any idea how to find him?” You worried, voice still a smidge too loud.

Jinyoung spoke up, “you were right. She found her way onto a sasaeng site and found my address that way. Luckily, she didn’t have to. I found her at the train station just in time.”

You groaned, “don’t ever scare me like that again!” You turned to Jinyoung. “Thank you.”

“Can we stay a while longer?” Your daughter asked.

You both turned to look at her then back to each other. You spoke up first. “No, I don’t think so—“

“So what? We’re gonna leave and I’ll never get to see dad again?” She protested.

“I didn’t say that,” you said firmly.

“We were actually talking about me taking some time to come visit you before you recklessly hopped on a train to come here,” Jinyoung scolded her.

She got quiet, “oh.”

“Oh is right,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I promise I’ll come see you and if you ever need anything, I’m a phone call away. If I don’t answer right away, I’ll call back. I promise.”

She nodded, looking at the ground.

He smiled and pulled her into a hug. “I know this is a weird situation, but I love you, and I’ll see you soon. You have to go home and behave, though.”

She nodded again, pulling away from the hug. “I promise I will.”

“Call me when you get home, okay?” He told her, and she smiled.

“I love you, dad.”

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[monnn]

ʀɪᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ // ɪᴍ ᴊᴀᴇʙᴇᴏᴍ (ᴊᴀʏʙ)

𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖙.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 𝘐𝘮 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘰𝘮(𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘉) 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 - 1.2𝘬

𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 "𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚎" ༽つ۞﹏۞༼つ

It wasn’t until Jaebeom’s obsession went overboard, with him returning home on a bike of his dreams and a wide smile plastered on his facade. The madness had started because of a mere game, later turning him into a manic enthusiast who kept a track of all the motorcycle races. You had him ranting animatedly about the bikes – from skeleton to skin, pretty much every day before heading to bed. Ever since then, both of your weekends have been a break from the accustomed work lifestyle, just to indulge yourselves in a ride for adrenaline – sheets, streets, doesn’t matter. With quite a few weeks of work on weekends too, this week’s ride would be a surprise – or that’s what he meant when mentioning about something at a certain place. Though you were expecting something sexy and nothing less, a whole fiasco over your fantasy was halted when you saw him, dressed up in all leather, waiting for you to get on his ride. The automobile, to your dread. Quite defeated enough, you get dressed suitably, cold too brazen to be comfortable in usual clothing. With your helmet locked securely you get on, arms casually latching itself around Jaebeom’s waist like it was one of your honest, unconscious compulsions. Two hours into travelling and Jaebeom hasn’t spoken a word. Worried, you make an attempt to know what’s up.

“So, where are we going?” you ask, to which he tilts his head to acknowledge, but you can sense a sly smirk appearing beneath the cover. You shake your thoughts off, not bothering to know anymore as he didn’t have any intent on letting you know either. In a trice, you were by the waves, air as crisp and salty as a freshly made cracker. Halting by an isolated piece of the beach, you both walk towards the anchored ferry.

“I’m gonna treat you nice baby. Brace yourself” he says, winking at you.

Without much ado, you both get on the ferry, of course the bike too. Surprisingly, there were no people on it and Jaebeom was sailing it like he had done it a million times before. It felt weird. Maybe it’s an omen. But you trusted your boyfriend more than a mere doubt at the back of your head. Salty breeze swept your hair, while Jaebeom was adoring you with hearts in his irises. You slowly felt yourself letting loose, trying your best to have fun. Guess you really needed this. Slowly, you could see a piece of land approaching. You turn to Jaebeom, finding him smiling at you from ear to ear.

“Surprise baby. This is one of my private islands I was left with when my parents let go of me. Nice, isn’t it?”

“Jaebeom…I-this…I don’t understand-”

“You don’t have to. I just thought it was finally time for you to get to really know about me.”

Really know about him? Is he hiding something? What is this about? your thoughts went spiralling deeper. But you made sure not to show the uncertainity on your face, instead shooting him a warm smile his way. Anchoring the ferry, you both get down hand-in-hand, giddy in love – at least you were. Walking up the shore, you find an enormous traditional Japanese house – a minka, so very gracefully built. As you walk further, Jaebeom stops.

“I think I left my phone, be right back babe” he says, so you just wait.

He’s back in no time his hands intertwining with yours, continuing to walk towards your rest for tonight; maybe, forever. Sliding the door, you both step inside, leaving your shoes at the door. Walking inside, Jaebeom gives you a short tour of everything except a part near the kitchen. He pauses the tour to get you both something to drink, attempting to quench a long ride’s thirst. A sparkle catches your eye. At first, the thought of your eyes deceiving you emerges, so you just shrug it off. But there it is again; an abundance of glimmer with gleaming luminosity, hiding behind the mere translucent of a door. Maybe if your bare irises could catch a glimpse of it, you’d probably be blind for the rest of your existence. Burning curiosity makes you walk over to the place, sliding the door aside gradually. You were right, the sparkle did blind you but you definitely didn’t reckon the hands grabbing at you out of the blue, dragging you away to somewhere. As your vision gets back to you, movements come to a halt and you notice a door on the left, leading somewhere. It was mysterious – eerie for all you could say. A door in the middle of a house, in-between perfectly built sturdy walls. Returning to your conscience, you notice two men grabbing you, facing the open door in front of which was a pit – seemingly so deep, might as well be a parallel of the Godly. There were two men and three women guarding it, their appearances awfully grim. You start screaming for help and yapping at them as they push you further to the trench. Closing in more than before, they stop for you to see what’s in it. Skeletons – tons of it. At least a dozen of bodies was seen. Again, dozen is an understatement. Your mind suddenly clicks wondering where Jaebeom is, as you see other men dragging him out of the same door. Panic set in both of your gazes, he’s trashing around trying to free himself from their grip. The men pick you up, walking towards the trench, but stop on hearing a scream. It was Jaebeom.

“Stop! What do you want? You can have this place, all my riches, but please. Please don’t do anything to her” he begs.

All the people start laughing at him, continuing their mission of plunging you into the pit.

“Take me! Please!” he screams, while you’re just being ushered around the pit, like a sacrifice for a pious ceremony. They stop at the point where you began walking. You look back, wanting to say your final goodbye to your lover, sun creeping up out of those endless tides on the briny deep. There seemingly is no way out of this, so you beg them for Jaebeom and weirdly enough, they give in and get him to you.

“Babe, no. Don’t do this-”

“Jae. It’s alright, don’t worry about me. Just escape from this cult show somehow and avenge my death” you say turning around, the pit getting darker as you peer deeper into it. You hear a commotion behind, looking back to find Jaebeom, free of arms and the people around kneeling except for the ones holding you.

“That doesn’t sound like much fun sweetheart” he snickers, while you try to process the current situation with words refusing to leave your throat – your mind’s going haywire. The warmth of his breath in front ceases you off of your thoughts and you just glare at him – furious, baffled and disheartened. Before you say anything, he kisses you with all his might – with all the thronging love he has for you. ‘You were a fine ride baby’he says tipping you away at the shoulder, while you fall with ease, into a murkier world.

The last thing you notice is a sly smirk on his ethereal façade – so nefarious, vile and vicious. It’s utter madness – divinely sinister – but lastly, laughter is all you hear when your body hits the ground and your mind goes blank.

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[jj-ktae]

Papers - Prologue -

Title : Papers Pairing : Park Jinyoung x Fem!Reader Genre : Victorian Era, Romance, Fluff, Angst, smut-ish,  Words : 1086 Summary : In the merciless 1850′s, Park Jinyoung finds solace in tiny pieces of paper and their owner.

Will be updated every Wednesday at 9 p.m CEST (Yes, I will!)

I, II, III, 

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Prologue

Jinyoung considers himself a good student. He listens to the lectures, writes notes down, doesn’t fall asleep and most importantly, attends all his classes. He has good grades, is organised, his part of the house is clean and he has enough free time to do rest.

He can say so because his friends are the opposite.

A literature major seemed like the best option when he got out of what he calls death. He felt proud, like he had achieved something great and was about to become someone important after years of fighting against prejudice.

It made everything more stable. He was able to take revenge on his messy childhood and make people forget about his chaotic environment.

So why did it become so tasteless?

As the professor continues speaking with the same monotone voice, he feels like collapsing.

He is damn bored.

“I’m about to fall asleep,” He hears, his head suddenly too heavy for his usually perfectly fitting hand, “if he doesn’t stop talking, I will die.”

“You never come to the Philosophy class, Jackson.” Another voice answers, as bored as ever. “That’s also what you said when Sir Miller asked who you were even though it’s December.”

Jackson grunts, the memory still too painful for him. “Training got cancelled so I figured I’d do something productive and move my buttocks to this torture room. Sometime I wonder why I still listen to my own ideas. Next time please hit me, Jaebeom.”

“I can still do so right after this class.” Jaebeom answers, shrugging in the middle of his erratic writing. He looks concentrated, focused and totally immersed.

“You’re writing poems again. You’re not listening either.” Jackson snorts, crossing his arms over his desk to find a better position.

“This is how you act like you care, Jacks.”

“I’m not as sneaky as you. I can’t act like I’m interested if I just want to pull my hair one by one.” Jackson answers, before nodding toward Jinyoung. “Look at him, he is dead inside.”

“At least Jinyoung can be sneaky and have good grades.”

Jinyoung wonders how he does that. It’s probably not about being a genius – they don’t pick a major they don’t care about. Maybe it’s his memory. It prints everything and puts them in folders, neat into his brain and ready to flow right when needed.

“Jinyoung is….not like us.” Jackson yawns before falling asleep.

Jaebeom steals one last glance at his friends before going back to his messy sheet, muttering about boring classes and painful wood seats.

Jinyoung wants to disappear.

--

It’s like this every day. Jinyoung gets up after endless nagging from Jaebeom, fights with Jackson because the guy uses his cologne and rushes to class. He manages to listen to the first one, then his mind goes blank.

Nothing is important.

Jackson often tells him to tag along after his sword training. He explains they get to meet with young ladies but Jinyoung rejects the offer, explaining he isn’t interested.

And they fight again.

He only enjoys one subject and it is Creative Writing. During those classes, he can think for himself and leave that pattern he hates. Jinyoung finds himself coming up with stories and scenarios, all different and somehow related to a story he wishes to have.

It transforms his surroundings, makes him stop questioning life and erases that filth surrounding him against his will. During those classes he can stop being Park Jinyoung, one of the three dirty orphans who ran away from the orphanage to live a simple life in the merciless world of the 1850’s.

How he hates that world, where hard work and labour defines wealth, where wealth defines importance and where the rich hit the poor with the right hand while feeding medicine with the left.

Jinyoung knows he should be thankful. Him, Jaebeom and Jackson are here after one rich merchant paid for their education but he can’t. He isn’t like them, he has no purpose. Jaebeom wants to become a poet and he is very good at it while Jackson wields a sword like a warrior. He has nothing, nothing but a thirst for books and dreamy thoughts.

Everything is too unfair to be precious to him.

Today the teacher gives them the only rule for their literature project : Live your story. He has no idea what it means and the fact that he can pick whatever project he wants makes it even harder.

So while Jackson complains about why he can’t write an excessively explicit erotic scenario, Jinyoung thinks again. It sounds easy, reality is scary but not impossible to modify.

“He is writing about heartbreaks again, Jinyoung.” Jackson nudges him, his pen behind his ear. “What are you going to do?”

Jinyoung takes a tiny piece of paper and writes a simple Hi on it. “Jacks, give me your chewing gum.”

The latter makes a face, his brow rising in disgust. “You know I can give you a clean one if you’re craving-”

“Shut up, just put it here.” He hands him the piece of paper and waits. As soon as the gum is there he places it under the table, before going back to his scenario.

“Are you going to explain…?” Jaebeom cuts him, his eyes going from Jackson to Jinyoung because he was probably off for too long again.

“Next time let’s sit here. If I get an answer, I’ll write my scenario about this.” Jinyoung says, his smile now back because he can’t wait for the next chapter.

“About how you vandalize the school property?” Jackson wonders, eyes fixed on his own sheet.

Jinyoung sighs, shaking his head. “It’s an experiment. I wrote a simple greeting and if I get an answer, then I’ll write about it.

“And if you don’t?”

Jinyoung leans on his chair, tilting his head. “I won’t submit anything.”

--

Jinyoung waits. It takes a week before he ends up at the same seat. The teacher is busy giving instructions but Jinyoung is turning deaf.

He waits, looks around, hopes it worked.

Jackson and Jaebeom are looking at him as he carefully runs his fingers under the table. His fingers touch the thick wood like it’s a sculpture and when he feels a little piece of paper he try not to get too excited. It could definitely be the one he stuck last week.

He takes it out and turns it around.

“So…?”

His mouth curves upward as he turns the piece of paper toward his friends.

Hi ! 

He’s got an answer.

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