#the only person with a pure heart is yugyeom

[aajjks]

Pure;

Summary: you were gods greatest creation, so irresistible and tempting for a weak lovesick guy like jeon jungkook.

paring. soft!yan best friend!jk x Reader

warnings. yandere,, fluff, obsessive thoughts, lovesick jungkook, DIRTY thoughts, unrequited love, Jungkook is so not pure LMAOOO but wbk.

note. ok so this is sooo not like what or how i usually write but it’s something ig? lmk your thots on this. ENJOY! also writers block is a fucking bitch. if this is shit you know why okey? ENJOY!

DO NOT ROMANTACISE THIS BEHAVIOUR AND I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR IRL AND THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND THIS FIC DOES NOT REPRESENT BTS OR JUNGKOOK AS A PERSON.

you had to be an angel.

an angel that was sent in jungkooks dark, plain life to light it up with its radiatingly angelic existence. before you, it was all dark and smoky around him, the constant loneliness and gleaming was starting to taint his entire life but then you came.

His savior, his salvation. His best friend, Y/N L/N. yes, his Y/N, the girl of his dreams. Jungkook loved you so fucking much. His love for you was indescribable. Really, he was so devoted to you, but being your devotee was the least he was doing...you were a goddess, you deserved someone better than him.

A lot better, pure. Jungkook knew that he didn’t deserve you, you are like a forbidden fruit that’s so tempting to taste.

Becoming your best friend was just a start...for something more...way more that jungkook craved so much. Jungkook doesn’t deserve you and he knows that but also no one else does! and there’s no one in the entire universe that can love you like him.

Jungkook is deeply, madly in love with you, his childhood best friend. he has been loving you, longing for you since fifteen years, ever since a child, jungkooks heartbeat chants your name. His world revolves around you. the most random things you talk about are so lovely to hear...your voice is so soothing.

It soothes jungkooks inner demon that threats to come out and take over him. the one that’s obsessed with you.

Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N and Y/N.

“Kookie!!” Jungkook blinked. Finally pulled back to reality. He tilted his head to look at you, and his mind went blank.

God, you were so pretty, so fucking beautiful. You were a masterpiece, God’s greatest creation, God’s biggest masterpiece. “KOOKIE!”

“Y-Yes!?” This time a soft smile found its way to his lips and his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “yes Y/N?” You huffed in annoyance. “What are you thinking so deeply about, kook. I’ve been calling you for the last 17 minutes.” If it was even possible, his cheeks felt more heated.

if only you kn- “got a crush or something kook?” You interrupted the trail of his thoughts once again. he looked up at you in surprise, his dark doe eyes wide with his mouth agape.

“w-what?!” he stuttered, his heart threatening to explode in his chest. “What, What kook. A crush. Perhaps you have a crush since you’re so distracted these days...” on your face was a mischievous smile that made him scared.

what if you knew? did yugyeom tell you? that fucker— “w-why do you think I-I have a crush? How’d you know... Y/N.” Jungkook looked everywhere but at you.

now, don’t get jungkook wrong. He loved you a lot...like it was probably unhealthy. But he hated just how smart you were.

But then again, it was also so hot.

Jungkook shook his head at his lewd thoughts. Now was not the time. Jungkook lifted his head up to see you so close to his face.

eeeeekkk!

“Y-Y-Y/N!!! W-What are you doing!?” With your face so close to his, jungkooks breath hitched in his throat. you really were gods most magnificent creation. and...

you smelled so fucking good. peachy, his favorite scent. “jungkooooookie is innnn looooveee!~” the way your mouth moved was so attractive, your lips were so plump.

So pink and glossy, his mouth was salivating at the sight. nice lipgloss.

what did it taste like? Oh he desperately he wished he could know. His gaze was set on your lips as he forced his frozen mind to think logically.

No! Jungkook is pure. You are pure. He inhaled loudly while scolding himself mentally.

now. is. not. the. time. jungkook. he closed his eyes and gulped. how would your lips feel against his? your soft creamy skin would be heaven to touch!

stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop— fuck it.

“Y/N can i kiss you?”

maybe he wasn’t as pure as he thought.

#bts #yandere bts #yandere kpop #yandere jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #bts x reader #bts yandere #bts fluff #bts smut #bangtan smut #bangtan #bangtan fic #yandere smut #bts angst #bangtan sonyeondan #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #yandere fic #yandere lemon #jungkook one shot #jungkook imagines #bts jungkook #jungkook scenario

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Daisies

Summary: Daisies mean innocence and purity, even in the most dangerous situations the two of you know that your love is pure and everlasting.

Oneshot

Fluff, Mafia AU

Word Count: 1,980

Yugyeom X Reader

[Mentions: Jinyoung]

Based on All Your Fault [but fluffy], references to Heart’s Magic Man.

It is all your fault that I fell for you. The way you looked at me had me falling faster than pouring rain. Maybe I should have listened to my mother, who told me that falling for a mafia man was a bad idea. “But mom, you fell for a mafia man.” She sighs, “And you see what happened?” I scoff over the phone, “But I know he’s different.” “Come on home, baby. I love you. I would never want anything bad to happen to you. Come home before you are into deep.” I roll my eyes and look at the picture frame that holds a photo of my first date with Kim Yugyeom. “I love you, Mom. I am home here. I’ll be okay.”

It’s date night, a biweekly tradition. Yugyeom comes home with a bright smile and picks me up, and spins me around. I laugh, and he sets me down, “Do you know where you wanna go?” I ask him since it’s his turn. He scrunches up his nose, “Maybe an art museum and then to a fancy restaurant?” I smile, and he goes up and changes into a brown bomber jacket with a cream tee shirt. His jeans remain the same as we pull on our shoes. My mom's voice rings in my head again. 'I would never want anything bad to happen to you.' I shake my head knowing I am most protected when I stand next to Yugyeom. We hop into his Lincoln Continental and head off to a museum.

Heart comes on over the radio that’s playing softly, “Come on home, baby. Momma cried on the phone.” Oh, come on now, isn’t this getting a little too coincidental? We hold hands, our masks concealing our identities as we walk around admiring the artwork. As we finish up the tour, I ask him where to next. He asks if going to a bar was okay, instead of the restaurant idea. I shrug, “It’s your choice tonight, after all.” He smiles, and we hop back into his car.

I should have known he had work-related business at the bar. I felt him tense up the second we walked in. I raised a brow but didn’t say a word as he led me over to the stools. Once I sat down, he suddenly spun around, catching sight of whoever he was after. He pulls out his silver gun and fires away. His glare sends shivers down my spine, and when he turns back towards me, his eyes light back up. He snaps his fingers, and his cohorts come out from the bar. Cleaning up his mess before any cops can show up. I ask him softly, “Why did you do that?” He shrugs, “I’ve been tracking him for a while. Finally caught up to him.” I nod, although it's not a reason in my head. But good enough, I guess. He orders us two monster chocolate milkshakes. “Still my Gyeomie.” He laughs, “Always for you, baby.” He kisses my forehead, and I feel my heart melt a little.

--

Yugyeom’s not home that’s weird he’s usually home by now. I shrug and grab my trash bags and take them towards the dumpster. Telling Dalkyum goodbye, “Don’t worry, I will be right back.” I lock the door and make the three-minute trek to the dumpster. When I see someone lying on trash bags outside of the dumpster, I hope they're not dead,... I shake off my nerves and go to throw out my trash. Then, suddenly, I recognize the person lying in the pile of trash. I gasp, dropping the trash bag, the sound ricocheting off the buildings as it hits the pavement. His eyes shoot open, and he reaches for his gun. When he recognizes it’s me, he sighs, and I see the blood covering his face. I get up closer and lay on top of the garbage. “What happened?!” He groans when I notice his stomach is blood red. What if mom was right? Without a second thought, I take off my shirt and rip off a long strip. Lifting his shirt, he hisses. “Fuck that hurts, (Y/n).” I nod, and before I can ask what made the circle-shaped wound. He answers me, “That guy's goons from the other night,... I was walking home to our place, and they broke a beer bottle on the side of the building. I got a swing in before the one stabbed me in the stomach with the bottle.” He doesn’t go into more detail as I wrap it up and put pressure on it.

For some reason, I can’t help but laugh as I realize my mom was right. I almost got to see Yugyeom stabbed to death. If he’s not bleeding out right now, that is. I explain my laughter, “You know, my dad was a King Pin.” He looks over at me with a raised brow, “Really? How did you get out of the mafia life?” I shrug, “My mom ran away as fast as she could after she saw him get stabbed to death. No one knew of my mom since they had just started dating after their one nightstand. And nine months later, my mom had me. She told me everything she knew about him. She didn’t want me to be with you because she watched her lover get stabbed to death. All because he owed some money,... She didn’t want me to lose you the same way.” He laughs as he coughs up blood. “Funny how that works, huh?” I shake my head with tears in my eyes as the reality dawns on me.

He reaches for something in the troves of the bags and hands me a bundle of daisies, “I planned on giving you these when I saw you later tonight.” I sigh heavily, “I love you so much, Gyeom. Please,... please don’t die on me.” He smirks weakly, “I wouldn’t... dr-dream of it.” I place a kiss on his lips and ask, “What do you want me to do?” He shakes his head, “A drag of a cigarette would be nice right now.” I sigh and dig through my pockets. “How did you know I hid them from you?” He makes a face at me, and I sigh, “I didn’t want you to cough up your lungs, you know?” I pull out the pack and a lighter. I take a drag from it first before passing it to Yugyeom.

He sighs deeply and lets out the smoke. “You know, I watched you take them. You’re not that sneaky,... But I promised myself I would try to quit.” I roll my eyes at him, “Yeah?” He nods, “For you, I would give up my own life.” My eyes nearly pop out of my head, “Please don’t risk something that means so much to me.” He pulls the cigarette from his lips, and I wipe the blood from underneath it off. He shakily brings his hand up to my face and pulls me in for a kiss. We pull away, and I look him in his eyes. And he tells me, “I think Jinyoung is coming,...” On cue, I hear the sound of tire screech to a halt. “Goddammit, how did you get yourself into this mess?!” Jinyoung yells sternly. I shake my head, “I honestly couldn’t tell you. I came out to dump some trash at the dumpster, and here he was laying.” Jinyoung sighs, “Help me dump him in the car?” I shrug, and we both lug up the tall man. “Thanks.” Jinyoung rolls his eyes, “Don’t mention it. No, seriously.” A smile creeping up his face, he grabs a sanitizer out of the van. He sprays it over the trash before we throw it all into the overflowing dumpster.

Instead of joining Jinyoung in the front, I go over to sit on the bench seat in the back. I pull the door shut to the side compartment of the van as Jinyoung hits the gas hard. I fly back, “Jinyoung!” I growl, and Yugyeom lets out a laugh and pulls me near him. “The seatbelts don’t work on the bench seat, by the way. The safest place is next to me.” I sigh, “You got that right.” I place the daisies that I kept safe on the bench seat.

Jinyoung patches him up once we arrive at his house, “Now, take good care of this little rascal.” Yugyeom laughs, “You love me, Jinyoung.” He gives Yugyeom a blank look, “Yeah, I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” I grin and thank him, and Jinyoung nods, “Now, go have a date night or whatever you kids do nowadays.” We walk home together. I hold the daisies close to me. He asks if I still have the pack of cigarettes as we pass the dumpster he was bleeding out in front of. I nod and hand them over to him, and he gives me a beautiful smile. He tosses them a bit in his hands before he whips them into the dumpster. “I told you, I’d give them up.” I roll my eyes, “If it relieved your anxiety, you didn’t have to give them up.” He kisses my forehead, “You relieve my anxiety, plus you’ve done more for me than that pack ever did.” I shake my head before I pull him in for a kiss. “You know, you’re the best at doing the worst.” He raises his eyebrow, “You could kill someone and still look flawless. You could get beat the fuck out of, and you still look like a million bucks.” He runs a hand through his hair, “How can you describe a criminal so beautifully?” I bring his hand up to my lips and tell him, “Because the criminal I’m in love with is so much more than his crimes.” As we reach the first step to our apartment, he turns me towards him. “I love you. You’re the light of my life. Thank you for loving and taking care of me.”

I call my mom later that night and tell her what happened, “Oh, honey, are you okay?” I tell her I am, that I’m glad she worried about Yugyeom and me. But that I know, nothing can come in between us now. I’m deeply in love with him, and I don’t think anything could ever change that. I come to sit down next to him on our shared bed. “Wanna say anything to him?”

He smiles and takes the phone from me, and I hear him laugh. He smiles over at me, “Honestly, I don’t think they could ever get me to stop loving them.” He grabs my hand, and we intertwine them together. “I promise, (M/n), nothing could stop me from protecting them. I’ll keep them safe, don’t worry, I’ll hand you back to them.” She tells me she loves me and that to take good care of the lengthy troublesome man. I promise to and tell her goodbye before hanging up and cuddling up to Yugyeom. “You know, it’s only been a year since we have been together but, I’m deeply, madly, in love with you,” I tell him while looking into his eyes. “I find myself falling more and more in love with you than I ever thought possible each day.” He tells me and pecks my cheek. We get under the covers, and he reaches over and turns off the lamp. “Good night.” We say in unison and can’t help but laugh. “Can I be the little spoon tonight?” He asks me softly, “I was hoping you would ask that.” I drape my arms over his torso and bring him into my body. Our legs tangled together comfortably, and I realize there is nowhere I’d rather be than here with him in my arms where the world looks so soft.

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[got7hotties]

How GOT7 Acts With Their S/O

↘︎ Jaebeom - JB’s love towards you would be simple and pure. He would always be open with you and it reassured you that he didn’t care about your appearance nearly as much as he would your heart. Even when he would be busy, JB would make time for you somehow— whether it would be letting you sit on his lap while he was recording songs or sending you cute, flirty texts between shoots. We all know JB always says he “isn’t cute, just sexy” but you’re the only one that can bring that adorable side out of him. At the start of your relationship, Jaebeom would try to make himself seem as if he is the “ideal” boyfriend material by doing cheesy stuff like writing song lyrics about you, taking polaroid pictures of you, and even singing to you over the phone. But as soon as he starts getting comfortable around you, this dude is gonna smell like ten cans of bounce that ass. He wouldn’t care about what he looked like in front of you, keeping his place clean when you came over, or farting around you. Overall, that's how he shows he loves you because he is able to be himself around you. 

↘︎ Mark - Being in a relationship with Mark would be the chillest shit ever. He would always be laid back as hell and wouldn’t really care if you had ‘girls nights’ or took a long time to text him back. Mark is very quiet and observant around his members, and he would act the same around you. If you’re having a bad day, he’s the perfect person to come to if you need to talk because he is a great listener. Although he’s quiet, you should expect a lot of LA pool parties and gatherings with his family and friends. Mark would also be that type of boyfriend to forget stuff though because sometimes he forgets he has a girlfriend. He would be so busy playing video games that he would forget that he had to show his girlfriend attention, leaving you to sometimes be a little hurt. But as soon as he would see you sad, he would let you sit on his lap or just turn off the game completely and remind you that you’re his number one priority.

↘︎ Jackson - This man is absolute husband material. Jackson strikes me as that one dude who is always showing you off. Wherever you guys go, he always has to make it known that you are his girlfriend. When going out to a restaurant he would always say some slick shit like ‘table for Mr. and Mrs. Wang’ and would basically treat you guys as if y’all were king and queen. We all know that Jackson loves his family, especially his mom, so he would strive for you to build a relationship with them. As an example, every time he’s on the phone with his mom he might try to give you the phone so she can talk to you. Jackson would be very clingy with you and would make you baby him. Because he has a comedic personality, he makes it his goal to make you laugh at least ten times a day because nothing makes him more happy than seeing your smile. Even when you’re having a bad day, he makes it his top priority to brighten your day.

↘︎ Jinyoung - Jinyoung is that type of boyfriend that would try to seem nonchalant and doesn’t want to show you that he cares. He can be cold at times but feels as though no other person can be like that towards you except for him because he is very protective towards you. For instance, after you do your makeup and hair and ask him how you look, he would say ‘you look ugly’ jokingly but you know that he thinks you’re beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, he is head over heels for you and everytime he looks at you, he gets hypnotized by your beauty but he just doesn’t know how to tell you straight up how he feels so he hides it with jokes and coldness. Rather than telling you how much he loves you through words, he would show that he loves you through romantic gestures (for example: taking you out to dinner or bringing you flowers unexpectedly). Jinyoung would go out of his way to be a gentleman for you. It would be the little things he did repeatedly such as pulling out your chair, giving you his jacket when you were cold, or opening the car door for you that reminded you daily of how much you loved him. Despite his “cold” demeanor, Jinyoung would be absolutely smitten with you.

↘︎ Youngjae - Youngjae is a boyfriend that never takes things seriously. For instance, if you busted your ass on some ice, he’s going to laugh. If you embarrass yourself by accidentally burping out loud, he’s going to laugh. Youngjae is never going to take things literally and sees joy in anything you do. He’s good at releasing tension during awkward situations in a room and reassuring you that it’s okay to just make light of every situation. Youngjae does not really show sad emotions a lot (from what we see), and his main priority would be staying strong himself and keeping you happy. He’s GOT7’s “eternal sunshine” and he would be the same for you. You and Coco would be his two queens. Expect some teasing from him saying ‘Coco came first’ or letting Coco kiss him instead of you. He would use you as inspiration for writing songs by just staring at your face and writing down his feelings for you. Youngjae would be a shy, but passionate lover and would portray his love through sweet gestures like this.

↘︎ Bambam - BamBam as a boyfriend would be your best friend. This relationship would be full of goofiness and laughs. He wouldn’t even feel like your boyfriend because you guys are so close and joke around so much. There would be tons of inside jokes and teasing. Bambam definitely is the type of boyfriend to make everything seem perverted. For example, if you said your favorite fruit was bananas, he would say some corny shit like ‘but you like my banana better’. He would always spoil you with nice clothes and even if they cost a lot, he would act as if it’s not a big deal because he just wants to make you happy. BamBam would treat you like a queen and wouldn’t hesitate to tell you when you look good. Even if you were insecure, he would make you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. Expect a lot of ‘babygirl’s from him and always showering you with compliments to remind you of how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you as his.

↘︎ Yugyeom - Yugyeom is the most childish and silliest boyfriend you could ever have. Sometimes you just have to sigh and ask yourself ‘why is he like this’. This boy is the type to mess with you while you're studying for a test or on a phone call. He would come from behind you and start poking your cheeks or start braiding your hair. He would be like them lil annoying ass kids who say ‘watch what I can do’ and start pulling some stupid tricks. Just like Jackson, Yugyeom would be clingy towards you. Even though he’s tall as hell and almost twice your size, he would want you to treat him like his big baby. He craves your attention and always needs you to show him some type of acknowledgement even if it's you getting annoyed and mad at him for not leaving you alone. He always wants some form of praise from you because he needs reassurance that you still love him. In general, he loves that you can put up with him. Despite all of this, Yugyeom would be the perfect caretaker for you. He would cook you breakfast and even go out of his way to bring it to you in bed.

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 smut #kpop

[fantastic-bby]

Pairing: (F)Reader x Jinyoung

Word count: 1.3k 

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Sledding with Got6 and your boyfriend Jinyoung. 

Masterlist

[14:09]

“Where are we going?” you question as you squeeze into the back seat beside Jinyoung. 

“Sledding!” Youngjae excitedly announces from the other side of Jinyoung. You glance over at your boyfriend who lifts his shoulders in a shrug. Mark pulls out of the parking spot and drives onto the road with Jaebeom in the front passenger seat. Yugyeom, BamBam and Jackson sit in the row in front of yours, the youngest members giggling over something on BamBam’s phone while Jackson keeps himself preoccupied with his own phone.

“I wanted to do something else like ice skating, but Jackson’s scared of ice skating,” he says as he turns to look at Jackson in the front. 

“It’s not my fault the ice is so scary.” Jackson turns around and raises his arms in defense. “Plus, your girlfriend doesn’t know how to skate either. What if (Y/n) got hurt?” All eyes land on you and your own eyes widen. 

“Hey—I—you can’t use me like that,” you grumble, inching closer to Jinyoung’s side. He lets out a chuckle as he slings his arms over your shoulder to pull you closer against him. 

“You’re cute.” Your cheeks flare at his statement and you bury your face in his shoulder to hide it. Jinyoung’s hand gently holds onto yours, his fingers interlacing with yours as he glances out the window and at the passing cars. 

“How much farther is it?” BamBam asks as he leans towards the driver’s seat. 

“Dude, we literally left like two minutes ago,” Jaebeom turns around in the passenger seat to look at him. 

“It’s not that far, but be patient,” Mark hums with his eyes on the road. “It’ll probably take another five to ten minutes.”  

“Hyung, drive faster. Jackson hyung won’t stop touching me,” Yugyeom grumbles. 

“I’m not touching you!” the older man scoffs. 

“Your ass is!”

“It’s not my fault I have a big ass!” 

“You do squats!”

“Oh my god!” Jaebeom groans while Youngjae giggles from his seat. “Shut up or I’ll make Mark hyung turn the car around!” 

Mark laughs as he glances over at Jaebeom, “I’m not turning the car around.”

“Hyung, that was a threat to make them stop arguing,” he groans as Yugyeom and Jackson continue bickering. Jinyoung chuckles by your side and you look up to see him smiling as he watches their bicker turn into a louder argument. 

“You guys are like kids,” he points out. Jinyoung’s simple statement gets them to shut up as they turn around to look at him. 

“Yeah, like you don’t argue with us over things when you wanna get (Y/n) gifts,” Jackson huffs. Jinyoung visibly tenses and his eyes harden into a glare. You look up at him once more and giggle. 

“You’re always arguing with Jaebeom hyung when he suggests things and you’re all ‘Beom, (Y/n) won’t like that. It’s stupid’ and then it turns into an argument because all Jaebeom hyung wants to do is eat,” Yugyeom adds. 

“Don’t bring me into this!” Jaebeom sings without even giving much of a glance. 

“Yugyeom,” Jinyoung starts as he turns to the maknae. “I am actually going to kill you.” Yugyeom responds by sticking his tongue out at him. “You little piece of—”

You grab onto your boyfriend’s wrist before he can do anything, making him turn to you. “It’s Yugyeom. He was born to annoy you.” Jinyoung sighs heavily through his nose before relaxing himself. 

“Yugyeom, you’re lucky (Y/n) here to protect you,” he huffs. 

“Even if she wasn’t here, it’s not like you would do anything about it,” he goads. 

“You—” Jinyoung shoots up from his seat and grabs onto Yugyeom—who starts screaming—to try and yank him into the back seat. 

“Jinyoung!” Jaebeom scolds from the front while Youngjae laughs. BamBam has whipped his phone out of his pocket to start recording while Jackson presses himself up against the car to avoid getting caught in the mess. You watch in disbelief while laughing, the whole scene just seeming surreal with how everyone in the car has either already hit their mid twenties or are on the way there, but the only person seemingly interested in stopping the fight is Jaebeom. Even Mark has seemed to completely ignore them to focus on the road. 

“Is no one going to help me?!” Yugyeom cries out when Jinyoung managed to grab onto the hood of his hoodie. 

“Hyung, I think that’s enough,” Youngjae laughs as he starts trying to pull Jinyoung away from Yugyeom. When he doesn’t let up, you gently hold onto his bicep, making him turn to you. 

“Honey,” you say softly, giving him a look. He finally lets go of the hoodie and slumps into his seat. 

“Wow,” Jackson sighs in awe. “Jinyoung’s never stopped attacking Yugyeom so easily before.” 

“You are a godsend,” Youngjae jokes. 

“Like I said,” you start, “Yugyeom was born to make your life harder. You said that yourself.” Jinyoung grumbles something under his breath before simply shutting up, his lips forming into a small pout. You let out a soft giggle as you take his hand in yours. “Don’t worry, Jinyoung. When we get to wherever we’re going, we can stay away from Yugyeom if you’d like.” He inaudibly grumbles something else before simply leaning his head against your shoulder, shooting a glare at Yugyeom. 

“Alright, we’re here,” Mark announces as he parks the car. 

“Thank god,” Jaebeom sighs in relief as he immediately steps out of the car. 

“Do you have your coat?” Jinyoung questions as everyone starts piling out, his eyes stopping at you to make a double check. You nod with a hum of affirmation as you slip your arm through the sleeve of your coat. “Your gloves? I know your hands get extra cold.” You’re just about to nod when you pat down your pockets. 

“Oh no,” you gasp as you stick your hands into all your pockets. You look around the car seat before turning to Jinyoung to see him holding your gloves out in front of you. 

“You left them on the counter at Jaebeom’s apartment.” He hands the gloves to you while pressing a kiss to your nose before he climbs out of the car, helping you out right after. 

“Alright, so I have a few snowboards in here,” Mark grunts as he pulls the boards out of the trunk, “who wants to sled and who wants to board?” 

“I want the board!” Yugyeom’s hand shoots into the air. 

“I want the board too!” BamBam follows. 

“Boards for the demon line,” Mark chuckles as he hands them to the pair. “I have one last extra board,” he looks up. 

“I’ll take it,” Jaebeom steps closer, taking the dark blue snowboard from him. 

“I guess we’re sledding,” Jinyoung hums as he takes the black snow sled from Mark. “Shall we?” he turns to you with his hand extended. 

“We shall,” you smile as you take his hand, letting him bring you to the slope. The snowfall was starting to get heavier with the passing days, making it more ideal to actually go sledding or snowboarding without having to go out of town.

“You go first, I’ll make sure you don’t crash into anything.” Jinyoung sets the sled onto the soft snow, patting the seat before he waddles through the snow and down the slope. He gives you a thumbs up and you slide closer to the slope with your legs before it starts sliding down on its own. The cold slaps your cheeks even harder now with the speed you were sledding and you let out a ‘whoop’ at how fast it was going. Jinyoung laughs as he watches you, his heart just filling with pure adoration. God, how he loves you. 

“Jinyoung, go! It’s so fun!” you laugh when you reach the bottom, climbing off when Jinyoung steps closer to you. He stands in front of you with this bright simple on his face before he raises his hands to cup your frozen cheeks. 

“You’re so cute,” he lowers his head and presses his lips to yours gently. Jinyoung pulls away with the same smile on his face, “I love you.” You stare at him wide eyed, flustered from the action before it registers in your mind. 

“I love you, too.” 

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[tuancore]

Purple Hearts || { Part 6 } :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader.

Genre- Angst | Non-Idol AU, Disorder AU.

Summary- I'll continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing, but I won't let my love come in between your happiness.

BamBam was not only physically exhausted but mentally as well, he had been occupied with all the club activities that he owned, then later taking care of his bestfriend had him on his knees as Yugyeom kept on playing angry young man.

"Why did you bring me here?", Yugyeom asked nonchalantly leaning back into his chair.

"To have lunch isn't that obvious.....you weren't eating anything that I cooked—", BamBam eyed Yugyeom before gazing at the restaurant's interior.

"Let's not talk about your cooking", Yugyeom sighed remembering all the times BamBam tried cooking something between fabulous and delicious. And God was it horrible.

"I cook fine Gyeomie! All of my dishes looks so exquisite!", BamBam praised himself with a cheerful smile.

"The dishes were exquisite but not edible, like aren't dishes supposed to be edible?", Yugyeom unknowingly let loose laughing at BamBam and his cooking skills, "I can never forget the day when you tried that curry but it didn't have that smooth texture—So you decided to you spray the hair spray on it!".

"Oh come on I wasn't going to let anyone eat that! It was just to prove to my mother that I cook well!", BamBam reasoned with a big pout, "But Jackson hyung was desperate to die".

Both of them started to laugh like maniacs.

"Woah woah! Right! Hyungs had to hold him down", Yugyeom continued, "I can never forget that".

"And also that one time when you made us chicken soup and.....me and Jaebeom hyung found your Airpods in it.... Thank God we didn't drink it otherwise who knows what chemical reaction was to happen in our stomachs!", Yugyeom exclaimed in pure disbelief, "That's why I love take outs whenever I'm staying over yours".

Patiently done with eating their lunch Yugyeom and BamBam went on with their little stroll. However, BamBam abruptly stopped in the middle of the road with his eyes focused on a familiar figure.

"Why did you stop BamB—", Following BamBam's gaze Yugyeom could actually feel his blood boiling in his veins. Right across the road was Jinyoung and Somi hugging but that's not what angered him but the fact that you were standing a few feets far from them watching them intently.

"Yugyeom come on...Let's leave!", BamBam reluctantly pulled him away from the scene although he didn't want to but he has promised you that he would do every possible thing to keep Jinyoung and Yugyeom away from eachother till you've taken your decision. And he can't ruin that.

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Gulping a huge knot in your throat, you tried to supress the amount of tears forming in your eyes. You told yourself that you shouldn't be feeling this way for him, you can't get hurt over the fact that your bestfriend is in love with his soon-to-be wife.

But you're absolutely helpless, you have loved him all your life.

Above all one question seemed to linger in your head— Is he doing it on purpose?

Youngjae noticed the sudden depressed aura encircling your form, "Y/N...Wha—What happened to you....—Did I do anything wrong?—Did I hurt you? Please tell me...I am sorry, I'm really very sorry! If I did—".

Youngjae panicked when the very first tear rolled down your cheeks, deciding to shrug off the pain in your heart you faced Youngjae with a weak smile rubbing your eyes, "No No, you didn't do anything......the wind... something went into...my eyes...".

"Okay let's get back inside....so that you can wash your eyes else it'll hurt more", He suggested softly. Throwing one last look at Jinyoung you let Youngjae put his arms around your shoulder guiding you back inside.

Youngjae seemed to buy your lie but he wasn't a fool, although he was unaware of the reason behind your tears but he understood that you weren't ready to share it, "If you're not feeling well, you can take the rest of your day off. I'll get someone to do the work on your beha—".

"Thank you Youngjae....but I am fine", You cut him off before making your way inside the ladies washroom.

"Why are you so desperate to feel okay...when you're clearly not....?", Youngjae muttered to himself staring at the washroom's door, "What's stoping you from being yourself?".

Turning on the faucet you sprayed some water messily onto your face and eyes, repeating for what felt like hours you closed the faucet and stared at your reflection in the mirror.

You looked aweful in your own eyes.

You looked worse than a beggar.

"It's already tearing me out to let you go and now?—You came all the way here to flaunt your love life...", You asked yourself grabbing your head, "Why does it have to be me who feels this pain?".

"No, you can't be doing it on purpose right? There's no way that you have figured out that I love—....", You mumbled in disbelief, "But...then why did you come here with Somi without informing me, you never do it then why?".

Tears stained your cheeks as the scene from earlier played at the back of your mind, how Jinyoung embraced Somi without a care in this world, the way Somi looked at Jinyoung as if he was the most beautiful person in this world, which caused you a thousand deaths since it's the exact way you have always seen him.

Wiping your tears with your blouse's sleeves you finally made your mind.

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Jinyoung was surprised to see Somi there. He was about to approach you and Youngjae, when he was hugged by someone from behind, at first he was about to lash out at the person for touching him but all of his anger faltered in a heartbeat as soon as he saw Somi's smiling face.

"Jinyoung baby...I missed you sooooo much!", She exclaimed hugging him firmly, his hands automatically finding their way down to her back pulling her closer if possible.

And that's exactly when you saw him.

"Somi...When did you come back?! Why didn't you tell me?! I would've come to receive you!? And how— How did you even find me!?", Jinyoung asked between his heavy breaths and widened smile.

"I didn't find you! It's just like fate brought me to you.....I was going home, when I saw your car—And without any second thoughts I came to you....", She smiled lovingly looking into his chocolate orbs.

"It's my fate to be with you....", Jinyoung said tucking few strands of hair behind her left ear, "And in my every lifetime I would want to be with you".

"I love you..", She muttered, but before Jinyoung could reply she asked again, "By the way why are you here?".

Her question caught him off guard, "I came here to—.....", It was as if he wanted to say something but words seemed to get stuck in his throat, "I don't know why I came here to be honest....".

"What?".

"Actually...I don't remember.....", He admitted confusedly eyeing the streets, "I have no idea what I came here for".

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[princeofjinhae]

I just finished watching Mark’s video.

It feels not like a good bye but like a “see you later.”

Mark even said once that it feels like he is on vacation still it hasn’t sunk in to him that he actually moved back home to LA.

He cleared out his place in Seoul. He packed up his things and has a new place where he will live in LA.

I am actually not sad.

I am happy for Mark and his journey. It was always going to bring him back home at some point and I am glad he has that opportunity to return home after so many years and maybe put down some roots in America for his career also. I do believe his is going back to LA to not only spend time with his family but also to pursue his career in different aspect. I am very excited for him. Making new music and focusing more on his solo endeavors.

Mark has been a member that I have been wanting more from for some time. It is so hard for each member to have their own moments to shine because they are in a group and the group project is in the priority.

But with this time where GOT7 have left JYPE the members have great chance to show us their individual star power. I am very happy for Mark and excited for what is to come for him.

He started a YouTube channel and will be releasing music. He is a very capable person with a lot of ambition I believe he can do anything that he sets his mind to and he always have support from Ahgase and his members.

What I really love is how GOT7 members all support each other’s solo projects and careers. There is no competition to be better or out do each other it’s all love and appreciation for each other. It’s such a beautiful thing that I believe is so pure and heart warming.

Mark was sent off by Jaebeom, Jackson and Yugyeom, Jinyoung video called while they were together. Then when Mark was at the airport Youngjae called him, then lastly BamBam video called Mark while he was waiting for his flight.

These are thing showing that GOT7 members are very close and mean a lot to each other. Even though they are all busy they take time to show their care and support for Mark and make sure he knows how much they love and will miss him. They will see each other again and make music together it just will take some time to sort out all the details.

I believe in GOT7 ability to come together to make music again.

They are by no means done being a group. They in fact have only just begun! They finally have freedom to do what they want and to choose what path they all want to go on together. They have a loyal supportive global fan base in ahgase, and they are very valuable as a group and individually. If they wanted they could even team up with a label that would give them ability to promote in America and other global markets. GOT7 can make their own music without someone telling them it’s not their color. They have endless possibilities.

I am very excited for the future of GOT7 and all members individually.

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Behind the Curtain - 4

| Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Epilogue | 

Updates are Sundays at 5pm PST!

Characters: Bam Bam x You

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): Mommy Kink, Oral Sex

Word Count: 2,928

Would your closest ally be as dark as they were?

The alarm on your desk let you know you had 5 minutes to attend the meeting. You gathered up your items and headed out. Your hidden agenda would have to wait until after this stupid meeting was over.

Arriving at the meeting, you weren’t sure what to expect. Everything seemed to be running smoothly inside of the gang and there were no immediate threats that they should know of. Even if there was something going on, it was rare you were requested to attend these meetings, your expertise wasn’t really helpful until mission plans were already set.

When you started with the gang, Jackson assessed your skills and found you were scary deadly with a weapon and had extensive knowledge of poisons and drugs. Jackson immediately assigned you to join Bam Bam’s weapons team. A few months of grunt work and you stumbled upon a passed out Bam Bam on the floor of the poison lab. He was barely breathing and his pulse was so weak that you knew without an antidote immediately he wouldn’t even make it up to the medical wing for proper treatment. You assessed his symptoms and were able to find a couple antidotes that might work in his mess of a workspace and inject them before getting him up to the medical wing for proper treatment. 

A week later you were in his office and he was drilling you with questions on how you knew what to use to save him. The poison was one he synthesized himself and getting the combination of antidotes correctly was a one in a million shot. You just got lucky that you could identify his symptoms and find something that would usually counteract them.

After what felt like hours of questions and a formal investigation against you led by Mark, who insisted you had to be spying on Bam Bam’s work to get that lucky, your name was cleared. After that, you were briefly transferred to Yugyeom’s division to work with him on mild poisons in the interrogation rooms. Once you finished that assignment, you were called in to JB’s office and promoted to be the advisor to the youngest two leaders. No one had risen as quickly as you had, and it was pure luck that you got on their radar so quickly. 

Being the advisor to Bam Bam and Yugyeom wasn’t a challenging job. You actually enjoyed the talk of new weapons, poisons, and methods of interrogation. They also didn’t often need your direct advice, much of your advising was done over coffee and casual conversations, which is why this formal advisor meeting was so strange. 

You sat down in your assigned chair between the two as the meeting began.

“We are all here to discuss a grave matter,” JB said as he stood before everyone in the room, “It has come to our attention that there is a spy among our ranks.”

You immediately froze in place. How did they find you? Was it the recent influx of letters from ‘mom’? You had been so careful.

“There has been talk of a raid from a government agency who seems to have just a bit too much inside information for it to be just their investigative skills.” JB took a deep breath as he started a slide show. Your handler was on the first slide. “This is the woman we believe is the mole’s handler.” He moved on to another slide, “it looks like she is using the mail to get her messages into the base. We don’t yet know if letters are being sent out or if there is another method of communication going out.” 

“Do we have any clues as to who it is?” Yugyeom asked, clearly ready to interrogate anyone to death if need be to protect his gang.

“Not yet,” Mark spoke up, “I’m working to see if I can trace footage of her drop offs and calculate who received letters at the same time as the delivery schedules. It could take weeks to figure out though, we don’t know how many letters there are or if it is only one person.”

As far as you know, it was one person. No more letters should be coming in before the end of the week, so that can stall them, but won’t it also look suspicious that they have suddenly stopped? Maybe everything will end before they can connect the dots. Even more of a reason for you to figure out who to save quickly. 

“When should we expect the raid?” You asked, hoping that their intel was off. 

“We aren’t sure,” JB said, running his hand through his hair, “It doesn’t seem like they are doing any serious preparation yet, but whispers have been heard that it will be soon.”

You and Bam Bam were given the task of preparing weapons for the government raid and hiding any illegal poisons before they could be discovered. The last thing you needed was Bam Bam’s crazy poison concoctions being used by the government against you.

You were dismissed from the meeting and headed straight to your room. You needed to think fast and get through to the rest of the G7 leaders. You were sitting on your bed, head in your hands, thinking, when you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” You said, taking a deep breath, praying it wasn’t bad news.

“I brought you dinner,” Bam Bam said as he walked in with a tray of food, “Soup and bread with some ginger tea.” He smiled, “I hope that’s okay.” 

“Something on your mind?” You asked him, rubbing your hand up and down his back. He shook his head as he nuzzled into you.

You nodded with a soft smile on your lips as he put the tray down on your desk and walked over to your bed. He sat down next to you and hugged your arm.

Skinship with Bam was normal, but this felt different to you, softer, deeper.

“Can we just cuddle for a while?” He innocently asked, looking up at you with pouty lips. 

You giggled and nodded. This would not be the first time the two of you needed support from one another and cuddled. He was by far the most openly affectionate of the leaders. 

After long moments of silence, Bam Bam finally broke the stillness.

“I’m scared, Mommy.” 

Mommy? Did he just call you Mommy? You thought you heard him wrong. 

“About the raid?” You asked, running your hands through his hair.

“Jaebeom has never been this concerned before,” He whispered close to your ear, “He knows more than he’s telling us.”

That sentence alone worried you. Did he actually know the truth, know you were the spy? If JB did, you were not long for this world.

“Will you distract me from everything, Mommy?” Bam asked you as he pulled himself closer to you, his half hard erection brushing against you. 

“Do you really want me to Baby Boy?” you asked, knowing you definitely heard him say mommy this time.

“Please…” he breathlessly moaned into your ear as he gently grinded against you, seeking friction for his growing erection.

"Hands up baby,” You ordered, moving quickly to straddle his hips. He raised his arms, letting you pull his shirt over his head 

“M-mommy” He whimpered, feeling your heat near his now fully erect cock. You realized that you loved hearing him call you that. “Please.” He whispered, pleading with you to do something. You bent down and kissed him, grinding down, feeling your dripping slick coat his cock. You kissed his cheeks and down his neck. He squirmed under your touch, needing all of your attention. You leaned back and looked down at his hard member, his tip had already turned bright red and there was a thick vein pulsing down the front. You smiled, knowing that just that little bit had done so much to him.

“Good boy.” You grind down on his hips as a little reward, forcing a shaky breath out of him. You brushed back his soft hair before kissing his plump lips.

You got off of him for a moment, only long enough for you to remove your dress and him to remove his shorts. Bam bucked his hips up as you returned to your spot in his lap.

“Do you need mommy to fuck you, baby boy?” You grinded down on his thigh, giving him a taste of what was to come.  

“Yes, mommy! Please fuck me!” He whined out, his eyes already looking blissed out.

“How should mommy fuck you? Maybe I should sit on that flushed face of yours, let your beautiful lips do some work. Or... maybe I should just suck you off? Do you want that?“

"I want you to ride me, Mommy.” He said as he tried to move you forward off of his thigh and onto his lower abdomen. “I want to feel your wetness. That’s all I’ve wanted since I saw you this morning,” he confessed.

You couldn’t say no to the squirming man below you. You hovered over him, holding his cock in your hand, guiding it slowly deep inside of your heat.

“You’re so big, baby,” you said slowly moving up and down on him. “You fill me so well,” you moaned out, feeling the stretch that he gave you. 

"It feels so good, Mommy,“ He moaned out as you kept slowly moving up and down, holding yourself up on his toned chest.

Bam called out to you, gripping you waist tightly, begging you to go faster. You began bouncing a bit faster on his dick, your boobs bouncing in rhythm. Bam Bam sat up, pulling your chest into his face, his lips sucking on your erect nipples, trying to entice out as many moans as he could get.

"S-so good, Mommy. Keep going please,” he begged, as you pulled his chin up and collided your lips with his, a hard grind down onto him causing a moan that allowed your tongue to slip past his lips.

“I’m so close,” Bam Bam gripped you tight, trying to hold in his orgasm as best as he could. You leaned back, bucking your hips against his, trying to milk him dry. He started screaming and moaning, his legs locked in place. You rode him through his climax, your heart pounding in your chest.

Bam Bam flipped positions and you were now beneath him.

“You didn’t cum, Mommy.” He pouted.

“It’s okay baby. Mommy wanted to make you feel good,” you brushed his hair out of his eyes and leaned up to place a chaste kiss to his lips. 

“I need to make Mommy feel good too,” he pouted before spreading you legs wide and licking along your slit, enticing a moan from your lips. He pulled you forward, pushing your heat into his face.

“Oh fuck baby!” you moaned as he held your legs open wide for him. He glides his tongue against your dripping core.  

“We taste so good mixed together.” He groans out as he moves his tongue around, making sure not to leave any spot untouched.

“Oh fuck baby boy, that’s so good…”  Your hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more friction from him. Bam Bam circles his tongue on your clit as he nuzzles you with his nose. His plump lips suck on your clit and you begin to lose control. 

“Do you like it, Mommy?” He grumbles into your pussy, the vibrations from his voice pulsing a wave of pleasure through you. He flat tongues your pussy as he grabs at your hips, enticing you to grind on him as he begins to tongue fuck you.

“Oh fuck baby, I love it, keep going, please,” You beg, whining endlessly as he uses his tongue to pleasure you in ways you didn’t know any man could. He pulls pack a moment for air and you can see your slick coating his mouth, you can’t help but pull him in for a heated kiss. You wanted to taste yourself on his lips. 

Bam Bam pulls away and grins mischievously before diving back into your dripping core.

“Oh fuck!” you screamed as he grazed your clit with his teeth before going back to sucking on your sensitive nub. 

“Fuck, baby boy,” you moan as he goes back to tongue fucking you, making sure that you still get enough friction on your clit to wind you up. Your hands grabbed Bam’s hair tightly as you pull him closer to you and rock your hips against his relentless tongue. He felt your legs start to twitch and fight him and he picked up the pace. You felt the familiar knot form in the pit of your stomach, growing with each movement of his tongue. Bam Bam began to hum deeply in his throat as he kept going, holding you still so he could give you your long-awaited release.

Your orgasm hit you hard. You were shaking and the strength Bam Bam’s arms were no match for the strength of your thighs. Your legs clamped in on either side of his head and you rode out your powerful orgasm, Bam Bam still using his tongue to make sure he could milk everything out of you.

When your legs relaxed, Bam Bam sat up and licked all of your juices off of his face. “Mommy tastes sooo good,” He said, satisfied with his work. 

“Mommy is so proud of you, baby.” You say as you try to catch your breath. You look down and see that Bam Bam is hard again. “Does my baby need more of Mommy’s help?” Bam Bam blushes as he nods his head. “Get on your back sweetie,” you knew you were too sore to ride him again, but a blow job wasn’t out of the question. “Mommy wants to reward her baby boy.”

You lean down and take his length into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down quickly, your hand finding his balls and massaging them at the same time.

“Mommy!” He screamed out, “Slow down please!” You could already feel him twitching, close to release. “Can you just use your hands?” he asked, breathless, clearly fighting his orgasm to prolong your heated session.

You pull off of him with a pop and adjust yourself so you can make out with him and rub him at the same time. You use your spit mixed with his pre cum as lube and grip his  cock firmly, stroking and twisting up and down slowly, trying to relax Bam. You take his bottom lip in between your teeth and gently pull, teasing him, pulling a breathy moan from deep in his chest.

“How’s that baby? Is this what you want Mommy to do?” you ask quietly against his lips. All he could do was nod, he was lost in pleasure. “tell Mommy when you want to cum.” You whispered as you roughly kissed him, using the last of your energy to please the man in front of you. After leaving a few love bites along his jawline, you could feel him starting to throb again under your touch. 

“Mommy, please… I’ve been a good boy” He moans out as you begin to quicken your pace. He whines and pleads, and it only makes you want to please him more. “I’m getting close, Mommy,” he moaned out as you sucked another mark into his skin, “Please, don’t stop.” Bam Bam thrusted upwards in sync with your strokes. “It hurts, Mommy.” He was grimacing and you could tell he was ready to explode.

“I’ve got you baby boy,” you tightened your grip on his throbbing member and picked up the pace again. You kissed the tears streaming down his face away. You kiss him one more time before letting go of his cock and re-positioning yourself between his legs.

You made sure to give him the same treatment he gave you and you helped him ride out his orgasm. He was shaking with stimulation when you were done. 

“I need to cum, please Mommy!” he begged, desperation burning in his eyes as you looked up at him.

“It’s Mommy’s turn to have a taste.” You said as you licked his slit. His eyes rolled back you could tell it wouldn’t take much to tip him over the edge. You positioned your hands on his thighs and swiftly took him into your mouth again and sucked hard. It only took a few bobs of your head to have him screaming out and releasing threads of his seed into your mouth. 

You crawled back up the bed and took him into your arms.

“Mommy?” Bam Bam said softly as he nuzzled into your warmth.

“Yes, Baby?” You kissed the top of his head and looked down at the man who just bared his soul to you.

“Your soup and tea are probably cold.” He pouted and looked up at you. 

“It’s okay, baby, it’s the thought that counts.”

“What time is it?” he asked sleepily as he yawned and tried everything to get even closer to you.

“Late,” you answered, not wanting to worry him with what time it was, “you can just sleep here tonight.” You ran your fingers up and down his arm.

“Okay,” you could feel him drifting off into dreamland. “Don’t forget that we have to meet with Yugyeom at 8am.”

Yet another meeting you forgot about. This whole week has you thrown off your normal game. You looked down at the boy sleeping in your arms and knew that he was the embodiment of pure light. You knew the next 3 days would be hard, but if it meant saving his life, it was all worth it.

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Hello My Lovelies!

What did you think about soft Bam Bam? Cuz I love it! 

Next up we have the torture king, Yugyeom. What do you think? Light or Dark?

Let me know!!

~LoLo

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[jjpmoans]

Empty Space | kyg

w.c :  9k+ words

warnings : angsts. lots and lots of angsts. cheating. slow build up. 

a/n : Happy 1k followers to me! I’d like to thank everyone for following me, staying for my content and my writings. I need to improve more and I am sorry that I’ve not been active. I am still overwhelmed by the 1k followers and it is now at 1.2k followers (OMG 1.2K WHAT DO YOU GUYS FOLLOW ME FOR).  Also since I wasn’t active, I figured a drabble game will have less participation from my audience so I decided to personally dm the 1000th follower and asked them what kind of fic and who does they want to be the main lead. Sooooooo, my 1000th follower @luvgyeom​ requested for a Yugyeom angst, then Yugyeom angst it is! It is quite long (this is my first time writing this long lmao). Please enjoy all the heartbreak. Thankyou for following me again! xoxo 

Heavy steps resonate through the sidewalk, together with everyone else. Everyone is either walking home from work, probably catching up with friends or going for a movie. What they are going to do is absolutely not something Yugyeom actually cares about. However, with the things running through his head now, he’d rather wonder about a stranger’s plan rather than sort things out.

It has been sunny for a while now. The heat is bearable; at least to Yugyeom. Or probably he has lost the ability to feel because he doesn’t think he can function really well right now. He is getting nearer to the familiar street and for the n-th time of the week, he sucks in a breath to gain some strength.

He passes the first grocery and the roasted chestnut smell from the stall hits him immediately, staggering his step. It rings in his head how you would beg him to stop for some chestnut when he was struggling to hold your groceries. Even if he wanted to say no, the pout on your face will melt him completely. He’d give in, watching you skip steps joyfully towards the stall. Living close to the area has made you a regular, the old grandma will give you extra chestnuts because she thought you’re pretty.

Yugyeom thinks you are, too.

“Oh! You’re here!” like on cue, the said old woman calls him, motioning him to come closer. “I thought you had moved away! You stopped coming for weeks now!”. She quickly gathers some freshly roasted chestnuts because that’s how you like your chestnuts. Fresh.

There are reasons why Yugyeom wanted to say no whenever you stopped for chestnuts. Because he doesn’t eat them. He can’t stand the taste. Until you came. You came and suddenly roasted chestnuts became his favourite. No, actually, you’re his favourite.

He loves you. You love chestnuts. He loves chestnuts.

Yugyeom sighs, now he is adding the smell of chestnut to his ‘dislike’ list. Roasted chestnut now makes him dizzy, clouded by the memory of you. He doesn’t even want to meet someone that reminds him of you, which is why he has avoided the route several times.

However, humans have weaknesses and at times Yugyeom feels like malfunctioning without enough dosage of you. Is this what addiction tastes like? It was pure torture, haunted by countless memories which tastes bitter in his mouth but sweet in his mind. It’s like a combination of life, where Yugyeom thought you’re the one he’d spend his life with forever but it turns out you weren’t meant to be his. He was angry at you, he was trying to deny the fact that you too, have weaknesses. But at times like this, he misses you and he just wants you in his arms.

“Yugyeom?” the old grandma calls. He snaps out of his own thoughts, pulling out his wallet to pay. The grandma holds his hand instead, warmness spreads through the touch. She smiles, shaking her head. “Bring this to her. Fights are common, sweetheart. That’s how love works. But you fight for it, you don’t run away. That’s how you save your relationship.”

If it is that simple, he would have ran to your arms long ago. Where it was just a few days; probably a few hours. But it has been far too late, he has broken countless rules made when he dated you. Nonetheless, on days where he found himself in a stranger’s arms, he knew he won’t find the same love that you’ve provided him with.

Because you’re perfect.

You’re perfect and he took you for granted. He knew you were loyal so he went around flirting, cheating behind you. He knew you love him; you will never leave him. He knew sooner or later you’ll find out about him but he didn’t care less. He knew you love him too much to break up with him.

But he never knew what strength can do to a woman.

“Don’t you think it’s time to stop pretending?” your voice was low, Yugyeom didn’t think he had ever heard your tone as cold as that. But he played dumb, asking you what’s wrong. “Why do you think I won’t find you sleeping around behind my back?”

Yugyeom met you when he was still someone who sleeps around. He was in a group of friends who don’t do relationships and only commit one when they’re ready to hold responsibilities. He had warned you before that he is, and will be someone who cheats because he simply can’t leave his old habit. But you stayed nonetheless, trying to get him out of his lifestyle.

And it worked. It worked out and it freaked Yugyeom out when he felt that he started changing for you. He never lingered too long whenever he was out with his friend because he was ready to go home to you. He never realised that until Jinyoung pointed it out. He never drank too much after meeting you, even though his alcohol tolerance is high because he knew you don’t like him reek of alcohol when he came home.

He learnt about you and had your personal preference memorized at the back of his hand. He knew all your likes and dislikes that it scared him when he felt the change. It threw him off the momentum and like a gear, he reversed his life to where before he met you. He never thought he’d fall in love with you and he never thought he’d change for you.

He was mad and he was scared.

The day he gave up messing around was the day you broke up with him. Yugyeom decided that the lifestyle doesn’t suit him anymore; that he loves you too much to sleep with other people. He can’t see other women without thinking about you but as life always works, you sniff things out way before he can explain.

When Yugyeom walked out of the shared apartment, he told himself he won’t regret leaving. He knew he wasn’t worth your love, your loyalty and your dedication. He knew, you can end up with someone better, someone who cherishes your love, someone who isn’t him.

“Are you good?” Youngjae nudges him with a can of beer, Yugyeom smiles in return. Never would he have thought that he would hate drinking. He refuses every drink that came his way and everyone started freaking out when they found out that you broke up with him.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Bam, was the first to curse, fist almost meeting his face. Bam, his own best friend. He was utterly disgusted, refusing to listen to Yugyeom’s explanation. “It’s good she left you. You’re fucking ungrateful, cheating on someone as angelic and as patient as her. I am embarrassed to call you my own friend.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” he replies, eyes lingering on his group of friends talking to each other, being ignorant to how the world revolves. Jinyoung told him that love works in a different way and now he wants to scoff, the elder must be proud if he knows that Yugyeom indeed, acknowledge his words now. “Just feeling empty.”

Yugyeom knows, you’re the only person that fits well in his heart. He knows that you’re the missing piece, the one that is supposed to solve the puzzle. He knows it but he can’t tell them, his friends. They won’t understand and Yugyeom doesn’t have the energy to fight again, hearing things he will just get blamed.

Nights are the most difficult of all for Yugyeom. Climbing on his bed is another story, he loathes himself whenever he starts thinking when you were once in his arms. He would snuggle you to sleep, your head on his chest while you hugged him.

Never had he thought break ups would be this torturous. Never had he thought he would be this affected; going through this phase is absolutely the worst. Never had he, Kim Yugyeom, felt this weak for a woman.

Staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, Yugyeom finds himself drawing the digit 8 with his eyes when his phone buzzes on the side table, bringing him to reality. Three in the morning, probably Jaebeom is texting him to pick them all up since he is the only sober one. So he picks the phone up, opening them to read the texts.

‘Hey.. I miss you. Can we talk?’ had Yugyeom in a panic attack, right after that an incoming call buzzes, ringing for five seconds before he picks it up.

Silence is probably the worst torture Yugyeom could feel now. It is devastating, knowing you’re on the other side, probably crying because of his stupid ass.

“Yugyeom..” your voice falters, awakens the guilt in him. “Oh god I’m so sorry. I can’t- I miss you. I’m sorry.”

Yugyeom smiles, hushing you to calm down.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” Yugyeom replies. “I miss you too.”

“I know I don’t have that kind of right to tell you that.”

“But I really really miss you.”

Yugyeom knows, this will probably be the last conversation before you fully move on, leaving him behind. But he also hopes, you will at least, feel his love before totally erasing him out of your life.

Because for once, he needs you to know that only you can fill these empty spaces.

In Yugyeom’s life, he has never felt as empty as he is now. Mainly he was happy, ‘was’ is the keyword because right now, he feels nothing. Your departure brought along his entire emotion since you’re the person who’s in charge of it. You are the person whom he has dedicated all his life for. You’re the reason why he breathes everyday, looking forward to the rest of his day. Waking up to you is one of the views that sparks the light in his heart.

Cheating on you was his fault.

It was and will forever be his fault. Your departure serves as a reminder to him that he is not worthy of your love and will never be worthy of it. When you were right there by his side, he frequently hesitated to show his love towards you. People say it’s because he’s still young but he knows, he was just too egoistic to show his emotion. He never showed you off in public because he was too proud to have someone loyal by his side. He knew you were grateful enough for his affection, those where he showed them to you behind the closed doors.

However he knows, you deserve more than just being a trophy girlfriend. You are brilliant, excellent and everything he should have been bragging about. But he didn’t do it. He didn’t brag about you and he has lost that chance entirely.

From the moment he saw you smiling with your friend in a dimly lit club, his heart clenched and that’s when he realised, he has lost you.

The night where both of you were vulnerable, Yugyeom still remembers every bit of it. You were crying, sobbing in pain as you vent your frustration on him. He could make out the figure of you clutching your chest, tears streaming down your pink cheeks, dropping down to your wet pillow. The image alone hurts him to the core.

“I’m so sorry.” he says into the receiver. Your heart drops at his apology. A part of you wants him to not apologise, that it makes you more vulnerable and will probably run into his arms again. “I’m sorry for cheating behind you. I have no explanation and I deserve you breaking up with me.”

You want to stop him from talking but all you can do is cry, writhing in silent pain. You know Yugyeom loves you. Or so you thought. Years of your relationship has tricked you into a specific mantra that you have been hypnotised with, the assurance that he loves you. Till that day you keep wanting to believe that you are his everything, the only girl he let into his life and hopefully the last.

Leaving Yugyeom was…painful. It has ripped off your lung, knowing the fact the man you’ve been blindly in love with, was sleeping around behind you. Epiphany hit and the excruciating pain left you speechless. The mantra that kept you together broke, shattering with your future that you have pictured with him. The trust was no longer there, you refused to trust him anymore. For what, really? To make you even more miserable? Knowing that you trusted him too much for him to play your heart like some insignificant thing in his life?

So you leave. You love him and you wanted to hear some explanation of how he messed things up. But you needed to leave. You don’t want him to take your love for granted. You wanted to give him a chance but right now, your heart is in pain. You can’t share your man, you just can’t. You can’t accept him for cheating because never in your life, you would accept a cheater.

Love has made you blind and you want to avoid becoming one. 

“Maybe it’s not now,” he said. “I’ll court you again in the future. I’ll gain your trust and I’ll make sure I earned it right.”

“I’ll make myself deserve your love.”

Two years and Yugyeom feels like his life is catching up again. He moved on from the break-up almost a year later, where he figured that life is teaching him how to appreciate people. He changed from a young boy to a mature man, finding a permanent job and wearing proper attire. Funny how he almost sees Jinyoung in him. His friends think the same, he starts to look more proper, more presentable. He is no longer the Yugyeom from two years ago. He left everything in the past to be himself now. He wanted a change, a solid reason to become your man again.

Fate, of course, works differently on both of you. While Yugyeom soars up high, you have become more miserable than you can be. Days and nights are a blur to you, save for those times when you’re at work. Two years made you a zombie, clouded by all ‘what ifs’ and ‘whys’. What if you hadn’t left? What if you stayed? What if you give him a chance? 

You questioned your every move, of why you never asked him the reason he cheated and of why you chose to run away instead of facing the problem head on.

There is only one reason why.

It’s painful to swallow but you still love him.

A combination of blind and fools, that is what you are. You know this is the hardest pill to swallow, the hardest confession you have yet to make to your friends. Whenever they asked you if you’re interested to start dating again, you pushed them away by saying you’re busy with work. You have seen their side eyes and snickers, you know they knew about the truth.

Kim Yugyeom will always and forever be the only man you’ll set your eyes on. 

The first time in two years, your eyes found his. Amidst the crowd, you found him, ash grey and heavy lids. You knew it from the first glance, the way your eyes immediately attracted to that shape of his.You always love those eyes, cheeky and full of enthusiasm. 

However that day, you found confident eyes, a little bit tired but still a strong gaze. You know he met yours too because the next second you find his eyes dilated, diverting the contact. A sharp tug in your heart brought you to reality, shaking you from your mindless dream.

Why?

Doesn’t he miss you? Doesn’t he suffer the same way as you did? Has he moved on? Has he?

You’re enraged by the thought, a string of curses left your mouth while you walk home in tears. However as you hit the shower, you felt yourself relaxing under the warm rain. Then you realise that you’re relieved to see him. You’re relieved to know he’s alive and healthy without you. It’s a lie if you didn’t feel hurt. A part of you wanted to see him miserable as you are but at the same time you were thankful that he managed to live without you. Between the two of you, you’re the mature one while Yugyeom couldn’t even cook instant noodles with the stove. He is more to hot water instant noodles. So when you find him breathing and alive, you have a tiny jealousy in your heart knowing he is better off without you. You guess this is better, parting ways and not existing in each other’s life.

Unknowingly, you find yourself walking through the same route every other day of the week, looking forward to chances that you could probably meet him, even just a quick glance. On your third day, you realise that this is the old route you used to go shopping with him, the one where you always buy your roasted chestnut.

You went home crying, sobbing into the pillow as it swallowed your tears away. 

The next day, you still walk on the same route, stronger than before.

Days become weeks.

Weeks become months.

You never stop, holding to that thin rope of hope to meet him again. Each day you walk through the same route at the same time you met him months ago, wishing that he will be there, probably just standing there and quirk a smile. 

Just knowing that he acknowledges you is already fine. You just need that.

Yugyeom knows you’re there.

He knows it.

He met your chestnut, tired eyes. You looked like – dare he say – miserable. His stomach churned at the possibilities that you may probably haven’t moved on from him, still trapped in the same heartbreak he caused you two years ago. He saw you first, when you were dragging your feet against the bricked floor not giving any attention to your front. It felt like his eyes were glued to you, your beauty kept him stunned; no really, he just missed you. He felt his heart did a little flip when you swatted your hair away from your face, a gesture whenever you were irritated but still keeping that long hair because Yugyeom loves it. He kept watching you walk until you spotted your favourite roasted chestnut stall, the same old stall. Then your eyes suddenly caught his, making him flustered, flying away from your figure.

For the last two years, Yugyeom kept finding himself in a position where he wanted to have you all to himself, selfishly thinking to end his own suffering. He even went to the extent of calculating a plan to win you over, to kneel and to beg for you. 

“You think she’ll take you back?” Yugyeom hated it when Jinyoung questioned his every move. He hated that Jinyoung always sounded right, always taking on your side instead of his. “Why do you think she left you in the first place?”

“Stop trying to bring me down.” he hated when Jinyoung was right.

“You don’t understand!” Jinyoung’s voice thundered, breaking through the silent apartment. “You don’t fucking understand why!”

Jinyoung has no reason to be mad to start with. However Yugyeom’s attempts at winning you over again made him seethed in anger, trying to set the poor boy straight.

“You don’t understand that she didn’t leave because she hated you. She was hurt. You fucking hurt her. You cheated on her and yet you wanted her to accept you back?” Yugyeom ran his eyes from Jinyoung’s, only to land on Bambam’s. That man was no longer his friend the day he revealed how you left him.

“Let’s put it this way, Gyeom-ah.” Apparently Youngjae is the calmer one hence he was with the right mind to put some good words inside Yugyeom’s brain. The other two were still angry, refusing to talk without a string of curse words. “You love one girl. You are crazy about her, you are willing to sacrifice everything for her.”

“I do love her-”

“Then one day, you came home to know that she’s been cheating behind your back. She had another man behind you, god knows how many men she has been sleeping with.”

“I didn’t sleep with them-” 

Jinyoung beat him to it, punctuating each word. “Does she know?”

“Doesn’t it hurt you when the one that holds your trusts, betrays you?” Youngjae sat in front of him, patting his shoulder. “Doesn’t it hurt you?”

From that day he vowed to be better, to stop playing around and to start all over again. 

“How could I make her love me again, hyung?” was one of frequent questions that he’s thrown to his friends. “How could I make her fall for me all over again?”

Mark was definitely the most sane of all, scooting closer to calm the broken boy. “Be a man, Yugyeom. Fix yourself. Fix the old you. Man up and explain yourself. Don’t hope for her to accept you back. Explain yourself and let the time decide.”

That was the reason he changed. He has long given up trying to make you fall into his arms again, however he wanted you to know what happened. You deserve an explanation. You deserve to know what happened and what should have happened. Each day the guilt weighed him to no end. At times he felt suffocated, being chased by the old memories, fragments of that day haunted him over and over again.

Yugyeom had never wanted to hug someone so much after he made eye contact with you that day.

He went home to Bambam, crying over the sadness bottling up his lungs. His fear came to reality, seeing you completely lost in the sea of people. He has totally broken you into pieces and he shall be the one putting you up again.

“Why are you avoiding her?” Jaebeom asks, watching Yugyeom lost in his own thought, his eyes staring into space. “What harm would you bring if you meet her?”

It has been known to his group of friends that Yugyeom met you again at the crosswalk and you are waiting for him every day. You hadn’t realised but his friends were there too, each day when you peered to see his shadow at the same spot like last time. His friends saw you whipped your head left and right, then when you can’t see him, your shoulder would slump and you would walk home like how you usually do.

Sad, broken, helpless.

“Go fix her, Gyeom-ah.” Jackson advises. “Things are getting worse for her. You need to be responsible for this. Don’t run from the problem. Face it. You’re a man.”

Yugyeom looks away from the mindless stare, focusing his vision on his hyungs. “What if I fuck up again? What if I made her fall for me and I fuck up again?” 

“I never told you to make her fall again.” Jaebeom bent closer, patting the younger man on his head. “Fix her. Then let her decide. Don’t take advantage of her. Fix her. She’s broken. Help her realise that her life isn’t worth being pathetic for you.”

“Ouch.” Jaebeom smiles, rubbing circles on Yugyeom’s shoulder. “I’m proud of how far you have come. You have us but she has no one, Gyeom-ah. Help her fix herself as strong as you are. Then let her decide if you are worth accepting again.”

“Can I have it like usual?” the old grandma smiles, her hand is busy packing you a bag of roasted chestnut and honey coated chestnut. Your inside jumps at the delicious smell of your food, giddy to go home and devour them. Months ago you passed the route for Yugyeom. Today you passed the route for your old chestnut stall.

Securing the package, the old grandma proceeds to hand you the food with the change. While you busy yourself keeping the change, she clears her throat. “You look happy today.”

The statement makes you exclaim a small oh! before giving her a curious look. 

Instead of replying, she laughs and starts cleaning her station. “It has been quite long since you stopped buying my chestnuts.”

“I guess the young man and you have parted ways?” she asks.

The question punches your gut, causing your bottle of emotion to shake and start making a mess inside you. It has been known to your circle about your break-up but to a stranger like the old grandma? Of course this hits you hard, knowing that a stranger managed to sniff your relationship like that.

She looks up when you don’t respond, offering a sweet apologetic smile. “I’m sorry if I offended you sweetheart. I saw you happy today, so I thought you’d move on from the young man.”

You didn’t actually blame her, she used to be fond of Yugyeom. Every time you stopped to buy, she would squeal at how nice and handsome Yugyeom is, much to Yugyeom’s liking. You guess that is a common thing to ask, since it has been two years and now you came alone.

“I guess we are not meant together, grandma.” you force a reply out of you, knowing that it probably hurt the old woman if you stayed silent. “We parted ways long ago.”

She hums, watching you dearly. “Do you love him, sweetheart?”

A mere question bursts a thousand emotions, that’s how your tears broke. You nod furiously, unable to contain the sadness anymore. You feel like a useless fool, you have no idea how Yugyeom has so much control in your life that once he’s out of your sight you’ve become this fragile. 

She pulls you into her arms, giving you a comforting, motherly-hug. You don’t know if it helps because you feel so small in her arms and you cry your heart out, tired of bottling everything in. You wanted someone to talk to, but your friends won’t understand. They will continue to call you a weak person, someone who still loves a cheater like Yugyeom. You wanted to tell them that you are indeed a fool but you need them to stand back up again.

“Stop crying sweetheart.” she says softly. “I can see you love him so much. Why don’t you fight for your relationship?” 

To that you cry even harder, countless ‘what ifs’ hits you again full force. Are you the one to be blamed in this situation? Are you the one who stopped fighting for your relationship? Why would you hold him back if he went around cheating while having you by his side? You are a human too, you can’t share what is yours. 

“I don’t know the problem between you two, sweetheart. But what holds you from moving on is because you still have regrets.” she strokes your hair, calming you down. “Talk to him. Vent out your frustration. Let him know that you are not okay with this.”

She wipes away your tears-stained face, giving you an encouraging smile. “Then you can be at ease. You will feel better. You will, sweetheart.”

Words can’t describe how nervous you are, sitting in front of Yugyeom after two years. He looks equally nervous, a different kind of nervous. He looks like he’s afraid that you might break down - which you probably would - and he doesn’t know what to do. So after gulping your saliva for the nth time, you clear your throat, attempting to sort everything out.

If you guys are going to stay silent like this then this meeting won’t ease your mind.

“I’m sorry.” left you gaping, heart drumming at an intense rate. You watch Yugyeom’s Adam Apple bobs, arranging his words. “I am sorry for everything I did to you.”

You can’t say no, because indeed, he was the one to blame. “It wasn’t my intention.” he darts his panic eyes to you, licking his lips to continue, “to cheat. It was never an intention to cheat.”

You inwardly scoff, unbelievably irritated by his explanation. It wasn’t intentional? So like- what, he lost control of himself and suddenly made out with some random woman? It makes no sense and because it doesn’t; your irritation becomes more visible. 

“What? You mean ‘oh I lost control of my limbs and suddenly a woman was riding me’? Disgusting.” you spat out words without thinking, your heart aches more than you can ever give him your empathy. You are disgusted with him. 

As bad as your words come out, he stays collected; even more surprising to you. He shakes his head, leaning closer to the table that separates both of you. “No, I don’t mean it that way.”

“I never intended to cheat. Not because I got bored of you nor because I feel like cheating. I didn’t-” he doesn’t miss how your eyes narrow at his explanation, still feeling disgusted as he refused to come clean. “I didn’t sleep with anyone.”

‘Unbelievable-”

“Think what you want to, but I never slept with anyone when and after we dated. I admit I went clubbing and made out with some women,” he grimaces as he remembers the vague image in his head, “But I never bed them.”

“Never bed them?”

“I can’t. You are everywhere and I felt like I was committing a huge sin.”

“Technically, you were.” you can’t help but blurt it out.

“Yes. The worst sin I had ever committed.”

You feel your throat dries, knowing this is the time for you to ask him. This is the time for you to find out the truth. This is where your future lies. His answer will determine how your misery ends. This is where your curiosity will be answered and you feel yourself chickening out from this conversation. What if he breaks your heart again, reminding you how dumb you were, breaking things between you two without listening to him first? 

However there is no way you’re running out of this restaurant. You’re here and you need to admit that no matter how dumb you were, you and him were over. A broken glass can’t be put back again so you decide to screw it. Timidly, you hang your head low and manage to let out a small but clear word. “Then..why?”

In return you heard Yugyeom scoffing, laughing to himself and stopped. That’s it. He’s about to make fun of you, saying how you are so clouded with your own conclusion and emotion, how you are always the one that overthinks, that you’re the reason why you break up.

Amidst your inner banter, you tip your head curiously and instantaneously your heart stops at how his face changes. You can see right through him, his pain and his misery. His face holds so much regret that you can almost feel the pain in his heart. 

You can see the real Yugyeom, broken and in pain.

“I was stupid, y/n.” he says.

“I was stupid, I was scared. God I was so so stupid.” he repeats again, one after another. “I was scared because I started changing into someone I don’t know.”

“I dated you for just one year and I changed from a free boy to a committed boy. I was committed to our relationship and it scared me how I changed in a split second because of you.” he pauses to inhale a suffocating breath, painfully stabbing him through his lungs. “I was pathetic. I was so scared seeing how dependent I’ve been to you and I feel like you could control me with just a snap of your finger.”

You fall into silence, shaken by his confession.

However, silence was never Yugyeom’s favourite; yours top everything. He was scared to explain because he knows it will look unreasonable and pathetic in your eyes. He knows it is, judging by how ridiculous you’re looking at him now.

“So..you slept around because you were scared of changing?” the tone of your voice changes, exactly as cold as Yugyeom could remember, just the exact tone from the day things fall apart between you.

His head drops again, voice coming out with hesitation. “It sounds ridiculous, yes it does. But you don’t understand how scared I was. I was becoming someone under your control. It was weird because I usually have everything under my control. I wasn’t used to being under someone’s spell and it blinded me to the point where I don’t feel as happy as I was when hanging out with my friend just because you weren’t there.”

“Then I thought that’s probably because I hang out with you too much. I’ve become dependent on you, I thought that was totally ridiculous when Bambam told me that’s because I’m in love with you.”

His shoulder jolts when he lets out a forced laugh. “Me? Capable of loving? Love wasn’t in my dictionary back then, y/n. I was messing around and it threw me off guard when Bam mentioned that. Love? What kind of love would I be able to give you? I was a boy, I have nothing but a simple life. I wasn’t ready for commitment but you made me fall deeper for you.”

“So I messed up. Like how Kim Yugyeom would, I messed up.” for the first time since he spoke, he looked you straight in the eyes. “It took me two weeks to realise that ‘shit, I’m in love with y/n’ and another one week to get my shit together, thinking of how I should break it to you.”

You’ve been listening attentively to his explanation, the gears in your head moved rapidly, overlapping one issue with another. 

‘So for one year he didn’t love me?’

‘But he did. Just he didn’t realise.’

‘But he needed three weeks to realise when he’s been with me for one year?’

‘He was confused, y/n.’

“What,” you inhale, composing yourself. “happened the day we broke up?” 

You found out about him a few days before you broke up. One of your acquaintances kept hinting to you about your relationship. When she got unbearable that you can’t hold it anymore, you confronted her for the issue. To say that you were surprised, you weren’t entirely surprised. You were more disappointed than surprised. You don’t understand why.

“I guess I wasn’t careful. I don’t care for what if someone saw me because like I said, I thought I should take a break from you and back to my life before I met you.” 

“Probably she was one of the women I danced with or I kissed-” he grimaces again. “I don’t know. I was ready to come home to you and make up for what I did.”

Silence falls between both of you again, unsure of what to say. It’s too much to absorb; at least to you. You have a lot to ask him but they disappear the moment Yugyeom shows you the whole picture. Now that you heard his explanation, your brain starts working more questions but unrelated to previous questions. 

What now? What do you do? You heard his confession, you resolved your frustration. It turns out Yugyeom was a big idiot and it costs your relationship to make him realise that life isn’t all simple. 

Your eyes dart to the man before you, hesitating to ask the real question. You know how much he broke you. You weren’t ready to hear that he moved on, but you wanted to know if you were to make a stupid move, you need to know what he feels about you.

“Do you…” you trail off, unsure how to put it. Yugyeom’s attention perks at your halt, watching you slowly shifting into panic mode. “Have you ever once..”

“Love me?” you feel small, you feel rejected. You always feel that when you’re with Yugyeom, you know how insecure you were when it comes to him. His view meant a lot to you and you guess after years, you haven’t changed. You still seek for his validation and that’s when you realise you have very little self-confidence.

Instead of scoffing like how you thought, Yugyeom offers a sweet smile, his eyes however, don’t shine as sweet as his smile. “I do, y/n.”

“I never stopped loving you, if that’s what you were wondering.”

He stops at that, making you wonder what’s wrong. He never stopped loving you. So? No continuation?

He laughs, leaning back to sip his chocolate drink. “I can hear your thoughts, y/n. I know you’re overthinking and you are irritated.”

“I never stopped loving you. But I don’t know if I’m worth your love again.”

“I have done a lot of damage to you, one of which is destroying your future without properly explaining what happened. I saw your shoulder slumped and I never saw that smile again.”

He grins, however it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I think I shall no longer exist in your life, y/n.”

You almost wanted to argue but he stops you with his next sentence. “I don’t want me to influence your life. You’re beautiful, y/n. You’re beautiful and you’re a confident woman once upon a time ago. That’s why I was attracted to you before. However dating me changed you into an insecure woman; I am sorry about that.”

“I don’t want you to consider accepting me again because you love me. No, I don’t want you to do that. I need you to remember that this man has broken you once and probably will break you again in the future. I want you to build yourself again, no not for me but for you. For your own sake. I know you always seek my validation which I enjoyed when we dated but I realised it has degraded your worth.”

Sincerity keeps pouring out of him and you feel your eyes become teary, then the next second you feel them running down your cheeks. “You are worth much more than my validation. You don’t need my validation nor me. You need yourself, you need to love yourself for you to be able to build yourself stronger.”

“Please don’t cry,” Yugyeom’s hand moves to hold yours, only to retreat back to his side. “I love you, y/n. Please remember that. But I can’t let myself stop you from finding yourself back. I don’t want you to be my slave because you love me. You need to build yourself again. I don’t want to be a distraction to you.”

“But I want you back in my life.” you choke on a sob, excruciating pain shoots through you. Yes you’re being dumb because he is right, you need to find yourself. You lost yourself right when you dated Yugyeom so you do need to rebuild yourself. However, losing Yugyeom for the second time, you don’t know if you’re ready for that.

For once he reached over to hold your hand in his, covering your tiny fist with his huge palm. “One day, y/n. If fate wants us to stay together, we’ll stay together. I’ll make myself worthy of your love again.”

“Just not now, sweetheart.” your eyes shut tight, releasing more and more tears. He’s right. He’s right and you hate how right he sounds. “I’ll wait patiently for you. I’ll wait for you to mend yourself, I’ll wait for you to accept me back.”

“But when?” you’re not going to give up. You want assurance, you want to know that Yugyeom will be there when you succeed in finding yourself.

“Soon, sweetheart. When you are ready, when your heart is ready. When fate is ready, I’ll be there to prove my worth.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

Soon, is an indefinite promise. Soon changes from weeks to months, months to years.

You stopped counting days after the sixth month, seeing you gained no difference in yourself, only looking forward to running into Yugyeom’s arms back again. You lied to yourself, saying you’ll find yourself when you’re with him. For months, you lied, desperately holding to that promise Yugyeom did during your last meeting. You assured yourself that you’ll change and he’ll come back sooner than you think.

On one random day, the string inside you snapped and suddenly everything hit you that Yugyeom was saying goodbye to you, he was ready to leave you. You cried for hours, angry and mad at how he played you. He coaxed you into believing that he’ll take you back when you change but deep down he knew that you won’t change. He knew that you will stubbornly lie to yourself because that’s how you did two years back. That’s how you lived after he walked out of your life, lying to yourself since that’s what you know the best.

Eight months and you saw a pattern changed in your lifestyle. You started sleeping early, giving your body enough sleep for the day. You started eating breakfast, something you’ve considered a few times but you always wake up late and rush to work. You started going out for a walk in the evening, tired of being trapped in the same apartment. 

Walking alone was so cold, so boring and reminded you of old times. On impulse you detoured to a shelter one day, adopting a dog.

She is a small golden retriever, around 3 months old, active and very clingy. Adopting her helps you relax, focusing every single problem only on her, no other things. She, after weeks living with you, is finally called Chestnut. You laugh at yourself after you named her, so much for the originality. 

Living with Chessy is everything you’ve needed. She helps you discipline, soon you fall into a routine that you yourself didn’t realise. Chessy is easy to take care, though quite fussy and picky with people. She doesn’t particularly like strangers and only warming up to people she’s chosen to warm up to, which is now, only three people. You, your mom and your dad. You never take it as a problem since you don’t really associate with other people anyways. Chessy’s behaviour also helps you at times where you want your co-workers out of your sight, she will bark at them immediately to chase them away.

Chessy becomes a part of you, someone who makes you look forward to coming home.

Soon has turned into three years, you changed into a more independent woman, leaving your old self behind. In the span of three years, you resigned, leaving your toxic coworkers and friends to a new workplace. You enjoy yourself, surrounded with a new and positive environment. Your current boss is everything you wanted, keep giving his employees chances to grow and soar high.

You, driven by the new environment, escalated your self esteem pretty quick, making you braver and stronger day by day. Your colleagues help in building your confidence, always there to guide you to be better. In short, you feel your life falling into the right places.

Perhaps this was what Yugyeom said.

Finding yourself is the best thing you’d ever achieve in your life. You never feel so happy than right now, where you feel that you can breathe easily without something weighing you down. Perhaps this was what Yugyeom wanted you to feel, before finding him again. This new version of you is unbreakable, built with much self-love and respect.

This version of you indeed, feels alive.

Fifth year and you’re living as a completely new person, someone easy-going and social. You’re still you, but a better version. Your fashion changes, your lifestyle changes and your mindset changes. You believe that everything happens for a reason, that you probably know what it is sooner or later. You believe that every decision and every step you take, you must be held accountable. You should not regret and dwell on that decision if it turns out wrong, but you’ll improve yourself to be better. And that includes making a wise decision.

You never have to ask for someone’s validation anymore. Your work, your decision, your mind. What you plan is what you’ll do. You’ve changed your working style and you have to admit, it is easier right now. You’re confident and always ready, it lessens the stress in you.

You never thought you’d arrive at this point. 

Yugyeom was right.

After years being mad at him for standing you up, you finally agree that what he did was right. 

It will be impossible for you to be at this point if he’s by your side, clouding your every decision. You’ll fall into the same routine again, you will never get to build yourself and act as your own person. 

Sky decides that it’s a perfect time to cry and here you are, sitting with Chessy in your lap, nuzzling into your warmth. Your new apartment gives you a window with a ledge, a perfect place for you when you need your thoughts to run wild. You always use it to your fullest, especially on rainy days where you stay indoor, enjoying the warmth of your apartment.

Running your hand through her fur, you wonder. 

‘Where are you at, Yugyeom-ah?’

The smell of coffee has always made you calm. You don’t know why but there are two smells that calm you. Coffee and Yugyeom. You smile, shaking your thoughts away as the cashier hands you your change. Your attention shifts to Chessy, who’s waiting outside of the coffee shop since she can’t come in. You’re on your usual evening walk with Chessy, a routine you won’t miss whenever weekend comes. Chessy enjoys a walk and so do you.

When your buzzer vibrates, you quickly get your coffee and that’s when your attention falls again on Chessy, sniffing a stranger’s hand outside the shop. Your heart thumps at the possibility that the person would kidnap Chessy; not that it would be possible since Chessy can bark really loud but you can’t be so sure, so you quicken your step outside, only to see Chessy shaking hands with a man in a checkered shirt.

“Chessy!” instantaneously, you exclaim, wondering how weird Chessy is, being kind to strangers. 

Both your dog and the man jolt in surprise, you realise how he stiffens after you call out Chessy’s name. His outline seems familiar, a rush of cold air passes and you’re stunned at how easily your mind can recognise him. 

The broad shoulders, the baseball cap, the checkered shirt, the worn-out jeans.

The scent.

“Chessy.” he repeats, cooing and patting your dog. “A sweet name for a cute dog like you, right sweetheart?”

“Your mom must be good at picking names.” he smiles, standing up from Chessy to face you.

“Yugyeom.” Just like that, memories from five years ago hit you, playing scenes after scenes in your head. 

“Y/n.” he breathes out your name and your heart skips a beat, knowing how much you miss him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know she’s your dog. She’s so cute, obediently waiting outside the shop so I wanted to greet her.”

He grins at Chessy, who’s now by your side, wagging her tail happily. 

You’re still stunned but you shall not show that you are, so you swallow your overwhelmness to respond.

“It’s okay. She likes you.”

His face lightens up, darting his eyes to Chessy. “Really? You like me?”

His whole behaviour screams your old Yugyeom but deep down you know, he’s not yours. You are still overwhelmed to meet him but as he said, fate will decide on it. You don’t search for him and you think he doesn’t search for you too. You think that’s just how fate wants you to meet. You have a lot to ask him. 

How have you been? Did you do well? Do you know that I moved? Did you know that I changed my workplace? Have you been healthy?

All that stuff. You just want to catch a conversation, to be updated about him. 

Your cheeks lift up, stretching a smile on your face. However it lasts shortly before you remember that he’s not supposed to touch Chessy.

“Wait. You shook hands with her just now?” 

“Yes? Why?”

“You’re not supposed to!” you fuss, panicking. “You have allergies, remember? Oh my god why would you touch her?” 

At that Yugyeom laughs. He laughs and your entire body stops functioning. It’s been too long since you heard him laughing and you want to capture his laugh in your mind in case fate decides that you shall no longer cross path after this. 

“Why are you laughing?” you’re breathless but you are still worried. Why would he laugh? This is a serious situation. Yugyeom’s allergies hit quite hard before and he could be bedridden if he didn’t take his meds quickly. 

“I’m okay with her fur. I am allergic but only to a certain type of fur.” he bends down to pat her again, before giving you an apologetic smile. “I need to go.”

“Oh.” you don’t intend your gasp to be that obvious but probably you wanted him to stay longer. It’s too short for five years. “I’m sorry for taking your time.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “No, y/n. I’m glad I met you.”

“Perhaps we can catch up again.”

“How?”

He starts walking backward, eyes promising another meeting. “Like how today happens.”

Funny how five years you’ve been in the neighbourhood, you had never once met Yugyeom, coincidentally or accidentally. Probably you’ve been busy with work, with the newest project that kept you at work even on weekends. However since it was submitted last week, you have some free time to yourself and are able to take a walk during the weekend. 

And then you met Yugyeom again the next two weeks.

He was out for a jog and you were on your routine, bringing Chessy for a walk. Days passed and you felt your schedules synchronised, every time you’re out for a walk, he’s out for a jog too. It feels too real to be true that you start making all sorts of assumptions in your head.

“I think you’re stalking me.” was the first thing you said to Yugyeom after you met him for the fourth time. “It’s impossible that I met you every time I am out with Chessy!”

He laughed as you kept accusing him for stalking you, before replying “Maybe I’m just interested in Chessy. Right, sweetheart?”

Chessy barked happily, siding with Yugyeom even more. 

Fourth becomes fifth, and fifth becomes tenth. 

You decided that you don’t have an issue with your schedules synchronised so you start adjusting to the change, to the extent of having coffee with him after your walk.

“I think it’s just useless if I were to have chocolate every time after I went for a jog.” Yugyeom sips on his drink, almost spluttering his chocolate drink when he meets your judging eyes. He cracks up as you try not to stab him with your straw.

“Is it my fault then? I never forced you to drink with me!”

“You did.” he points out. “You asked me ‘do you want to have some drink?’”

“I asked if you want to, not that you are obligated too.” you roll your eyes, sipping your own coffee. “Chessy, your admirer is so annoying.”

Yugyeom chuckles, setting down his drink on the table. “You don’t force me. I just want to.”

That statement skips your heart a beat, however you did not press on it. You let it flow, savoring your friendship. You decide that it is the best if you stay as friends first, there is no need to get into a relationship where both of you might screw up again. You need to build a strong foundation first, before taking the responsibility.

Your weekend meetings continue, both of you start updating on your life. You with your work and Yugyeom about the guys and his life. It becomes a routine between you two, now you are sure that your schedules aren’t synchronised, it is more to you actually serving an empty slot just for him. 

Like he does for you.

After months, you meet his friend circle again, just him inviting you to their gathering. You never thought that you’ll miss them; well you don’t have time to think about them before. You never thought you’d feel complete when you saw Jaebeom and Bambam bicker or Jackson and Jinyoung dissing each other. You just feel like a misplaced puzzle inside you finally fits, finally relocates and completes.

“What are you thinking?” Yugyeom asks as he walks you home from the gathering. You choose to walk rather than drive, just in case they decide to drink so you’ll take a cab home. But Yugyeom offers to walk with you, Bambam taking his car home instead.

“Us.”

He stops in his tracks, watching you still walking forward. You know that he’s afraid of mentioning it first. You saw his curious eyes and you can’t blame him for not bringing this up. He still fears that he’ll make the same mistake and will break you again.

So you turn around, smiling as bright as you can, determined to make him see that you are ready.

“Are you sure, y/n?” he licks his lip nervously. “I can wait. I don’t want you to feel burdened. If you don’t want me then I’m good with it.”

“Yugyeom.” you reach to hold his hands, gripping it tight. “I am sure with my decision.”

“I’ve thought of it over and over again and if I want someone else I should already have them now. But I don’t want someone else. I want you.”

“But what if,” his voice falters, fear starts clouding his mind. “What if I hurt you again? What if I make a mistake again?”

His voice comes out like a squeak, like he’s too vulnerable and scared. 

“Gyeom-ah.” you call him, still caressing his hand. “We can make this right. We’ll talk about what is working and what’s not. We need to be honest to each other.”

“We’ll be rational and sort things out. We will, Yugyeom. We will.”

“We will?”

You nod, etching a smile. “We will.”

Winter has never been warmer than that night. Yugyeom finds you in his arms again, stronger and unbreakable. He’s relieved, though worried what the future has for both of you. 

For now he’ll focus on you, the one that fills his empty space.

Copyright © 2020 jinyoungmoans. All rights reserved

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[write-it-good-imagines]

Hello! I don't know if you are still taking request, but I love your writing, so I was wondering (only if you are up for it) could you maybe do angst #13 & fluff #8 with yugyeom? 💕 Tysm in advance!

Of course, I do! Ah, I loved this so much, you cannot imagine. Thank you for blessing me with this, too! Enjoy~

~1.7k words, domestic!Yugyeom, heavy fluff, romance, you can hear me squealing

Prompts used:

13: “If you don’t hug me now, I think I might fall apart”

8:” Sleep over? Please?”

What is love?

You remember taking a genuine interest in that question when your little, curious eyes noticed it in a storybook when you could barely keep up with the enormous steps of your kindergarten teacher. A small hand would tug at her skirt, in hopes you would be given a concrete answer. 

That was your first attempt at receiving a satisfactory answer.

Over the years, and as you grew up, you had repeatedly tried to entertain your little curiosity. At first, it was the adults in your neighborhood whenever your ball would stray away from the playground. Then, you would look for answers in either movies or books. You would occasionally ask the young couples in the streets.

Love had always been associated with words such as sacrifice, compassion, devotion, forgiveness. The list could go on.

It was a sentence that your father had said to you months before starting your first day of middle school, ruffling your hair with a distinct adoration in his eyes, that stuck with you: ‘You’ll know when you grow up’. So you settled temporarily for that.

The singular sound of the microwave indicated your much-desired popcorn was just ready to be devoured. You furrowed your eyebrows, still focused on finding a specific movie on Netflix’s long list. Yugyeom chuckled to himself at your unusual concentration and stood up on his own to get the snacks. You dug your hand mindlessly in the pack of Doritos and continued your search.

It was your first cozy night in as a couple, rather unplanned at that. Yugyeom had a packed schedule and with a packed schedule came exhaustion. However, he wouldn’t allow such cheap excuses to come in between him and you, so he offered a movie night at his place. A bunch of snacks with your boyfriend snuggling to you in your home-made cinema, who were you to refuse?

Yugyeom prepared a big bowl to retrieve the popcorn from the microwave and let out a small surprised sigh when heavy droplets of rain started knocking on his windowpane. He glanced outside and noticed downpour unraveling. Of course, he wouldn’t know how much time it would last in reality, so he was very much pleased with the thought you might spend the night.

“It started pouring outside,” he said simply as he reclaimed his previous spot on the sofa, beside you. You snuggled into him, his arm wrapping around your middle.

“What do I do? I don’t have an umbrella and I am dressed really lightly for this unfortunate event.” You let out a soft sigh and placed the bowl of popcorn on your lap before leaning against his chest.

A bright sliver of laughter escaped Yugyeom’s lungs. “Unfortunate indeed.”

“If I didn’t know you any better, “ you began teasingly, your opposing hand sliding into Yugyeom’s, partly to keep him from tickling you, but mostly because you adored how his fingers would intertwine perfectly with yours, “I’d say you were happy about it.”

He scoffed lightly and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Then do you truly know me?”

You guided a handful of popcorn to his mouth to shut him up and, despite not seeing him, you could picture the cheeky grin sketched on his features. Yugyeom extended his free arm to grab the TV remote, still munching. “I’m surprised you didn’t choose some sappy romance movie. Didn’t picture you as a ‘Godfather’ type.”

“I considered boring you,” you giggled and threw the blanket over your tangled bodies “but I figured I wouldn’t have you talking during the whole movie.”

“Just so you know, I heard ‘Dirty Dancing’ is an interesting one, too.” Yugyeom retorted matter-of-factly, scooping some popcorn to feed you. 

You imagined briefly what the actors practiced in the movie and shuddered at the possibility that Yugyeom might get adamant about trying that particular move in the final scene with you. “I’m personally offended that you haven’t watched it yet but it’s better for my own safety.”

As soon as the movie started, your attention was dedicated to the big screen, the soothing silence enveloping his living disrupted only partly by chomping of the snacks. It felt surreal how your body reacted to the engulfing warmth Yugyeom was radiating. You unconsciously lost interest in everything else laying around and nestled into him, as an automatic reaction to the yearning for his touch.

Ever since Yugyeom held your hand for the first time, something in the depth of your existence bloomed. It was an unknown feeling of pure desire, desire to be held by him, in any earthly form. The brush of his fingertips against yours as he locked your fingers together, the playfulness of his hug slowly melting into unspoken tenderness as he lingered into your arms, even the way his eyes would steal glances at you in public and the blush of his cheeks as you’d catch him staring, everything was slowly starting to become indispensable for you.

Yugyeom sensed it each and every time.

There was no need for him to ask. He would whine the first few seconds in his own lovely, magnetic way just for the hell of it, or to try and refrain himself from being a bubbly mess. Yugeyom was an affectionate partner, it was easy for him to reciprocate your hidden childish needs. And he was happy all of the times you’d silently grab onto him just to feel close to him, closer than humanly possible. 

He loved having you in his arms. And you loved being in his. 

It was no different at that time. Although, instead of whining, he smiled to himself and put the surrounding snacks aside so he could grant you… him. Yugyeom snaked his other arm around you and effortlessly placed you in between his legs, a chaste kiss placed to the crown of your head before his chin rested against it. You brought your hands to interlace with his. You could hear the serene beating of his heart.

No one could convince you there was anything better than that.

Halfway through the movie, you felt his grip loosening and his head no longer resting against yours. You traced a tiny circle with your index into the palm of his hand and giggled under your breath. Yugyeom was fast asleep.

You managed to untangle yourself from his arms and your eyes fell into a loving expression at his peaceful face. Yugyeom’s eyelashes fluttered every now and then in his sleep, his plump lips parted ever so slightly. It truly was a sight to behold.

You ran your fingers through his messy locks, faintly enough not to wake him up. After an indefinite amount of time admiring the ethereal beauty in front of your very eyes, you pulled the blanket over his frame and left a butterfly peck to his cheek. You stood up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen, the faint sound of rain growing more and more prominent as you approached the window. You leaned against the windowpane and extended your hand into the outside world, assertive beads of water falling over your skin.

The lack of warmth and the frostiness of the rain made your skin tingle. You pulled back your hand, your eyes lost into the achromatic landscape of the night. Puddles of water vibrating with every droplet, and the dim light of the lamppost, encompassed a fleeting feeling of melancholy. It was then, as a car hurriedly disturbed the calm of the tableau, that you remembered about your undying curiosity.

Strangely, an ephemeral shiver traversed every nerve in your body, a sudden gust of wind playing with your hair. You touched your right hand with your left one, reminiscing the unmistakable feeling of Yugyeom’s skin melting in yours.

“What are you doing?”

Yugyeom’s drowsy voice echoed in your ears and you turned your body to him, only to be met by a sight you knew you’d treasure dearly. He had the blanket draped around his shoulders, clutching onto it with one hand, the other used to rub at his sleepy eyes. A foolish smile appeared on your lips. What were you doing, really?

“If you don’t hug me now, I think I might fall apart.”

You turned your body to the window once again, unaware that your thoughts slipped loudly out of your mind. Yugyeom waddled over, pulling the sufficiently wide blanket over you and attaching his body to yours. He snuggled his cheek into the crook of your neck and you tilted your head to the side to grant him his desired space. You also took hold of the blanket so Yugyeom could wrap his arms around your body fully, yet gingerly, as you previously requested. 

Glueing all of your pieces tightly together in a unique pattern.

“What are you thinking about?” Yugyeom whispered, allowing himself to be enthralled by the human entrusting themselves to his embrace.

You chuckled and leaned into his chest, his arms only pulling you into him tighter. “Nothing in particular.”

“Mhm.” Yugyeom hummed. “You’ll catch a cold if you stay here any longer.”

“Just a little.”

The chilly air of the night filled your lungs, your eyes closing at the pleasant feeling. Although your chest rose, it had never felt lighter. You had never felt lighter.

“Y/n…”Yugyeom’s hoarse voice was pure bliss to your ears. It made you weak in the knees. “Hmm?”

“Sleep over? Please?”

Love was to remain a foreign concept to living creatures. You did not deny it was any of the things adults or friends told you it was. On the contrary, you started believing yourself that it was every bit of those; much more than anyone could try and tell you. Much more than you would be able to uncover.

The rain became an abstract sound, mingling with the noise of your feelings whirling in your ribcage. However, it was with Yugyeom’s secure and loving embrace, holding you firmly to himself as if in mundane fear that you’d vanish with the wind if he dared to let you go, that you felt like you understood…

… a little of what love truly was.

#got7 #got7 imagines #got7 imagine #got7 yugyeom #kim yugyeom #yugyeom x reader #yugyeom fluff #fluff #idol au #got7 request #now excuse me while i go cry in a corner ok #thanks #got7 kim yugyeom

[cherryeol04]

Ship your moots with GOT7 and explain why?

Mark - @illuminho oh my Doonie! My love 💖💖 Doonie to me is a very chill and laid back person who had a lot of good advice and sound wisdom. I feel like she’s a great match for Mark, who has shown some of the same qualities. I feel like these two together would have great conversations and plan like amazing trips and activities to do together. Honestly...I’d third wheel just to experience it. Hehe

Jaebum - @channiesmixtape Mom, meet dad. 🤣😜 I feel like at first glance they both can seem kind of cold or unapproachable. Very like intimidating (which honestly I felt but like I know I told you that already. Lmao). But once you get to them, they’re very sweet and caring and a bit of a crack head. I’ve had some very good laughs with Woodles and I do consider her one of the very few close friends I have and actually like one of the two irl friends I have. So, she’s very precious to me.

Jackson - @starryseung This one here...this one makes me laugh. But also makes me uwu and also question life. I feel like these are very similar feelings I get when I think about Jackson. Jackson can be all crazy and all over the place but he’s very much down to earth and knows what he wants. He’s a mood maker and I feel like starryseung is also a mood maker? At least she makes my mood! Lol but yeah.

Jinyoung - @mrbangchannie is the person I ship with Jinyoung because you me, these two people are very deep intellectuals and when with the right person they can open up and talk about a ton of different topics without feeling offended or not heard. Recently we started talking more and it seemed almost instantly there was a connection where we could talk about topics that maybe others shy away from and just be open and honest without fear of judgement. I like that kind of connection.

Youngjae - I ship @yangomangos with Youngjae. When I think of Youngjae, I think of a very talented but often overlooked person. Mangos is like that. I think she’s very talented but often overlooked and needs more recognition! Give my baby more recognition, please!!! I beg!!! 💖💖💖💖

BamBam - @stormylix So we just started talking, so I’m not entirely sure about this moot, but I do know that she’s very supportive and adorable and BamBam is very supportive and adorable...when he’s not being a brat. Lmao. I’m not too caught up with BamBam so I’m not sure I know enough about him to properly ship him with someone, much like my little lixxie (lmao imma call you this from now on). But I do hope we can grow closer as I get to know them her better.

Yugyeom - @amelee23 so like if I didn’t tag her in this she would probably ban me from the group chat (even though I hold the overall power there. Muwahahahaha 😈). Tbh Yugyeom is not a member that I’m very familiar with. But what I do know about him is that he’s got determination and a drive that I think a lot of us can agree we don’t have in our day to day lives *coughmecough*. But I think most important is that his heart is in the the right place in all the things he does and is pure. He’s a very pure soul. And Lee is too. Sometimes she can come off a bit rough on the edges and can may be misunderstood and such, but I know she means well and only wants to see the people she cares about succeed in life, as well as herself. She’s got a lot of determination and drive and I hope she keeps that as the time goes by. I want her to do the best in life. And also she’s like madly in love with Yugyeom so it’s only fair I ship her together with him. #GyeomLee4eva

Hnnng okay, so this turned into more of an appreciation for my moots than shipping but...ooops??? Anyway! Those are who I ship with GOT7! That was honestly fun and I would love to do something similar for Stray Kids as well. Hmmm 🤔

Anyway, thank you for the ask anon! I loved it! And to all my moots, both mentioned and not mentioned in this post, I absolutely adore all of you!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

#cherry.exe #ask me #shipping my moots with got7 #gosh this was honestly hard #and then i just started givjng apprecitions #lmao #i get off track easily #but i did it! #i love these guys #and all my other moots #i hope i can talk and interact with more of them!

[jalapeno-princess]

Mark Tuan x Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

Genre: Angst, Cheating, Fluff at the end

Warning: If you bias Yugyeom, please don’t read this. I’m sorry I had to do this to him. 

A/N: I do not condone cheating and I absolutely hate cheaters but I tend to listen to songs and get inspired so this was the product. Please enjoy! (This gif is going to be the death of me)

“I’m outside.” 

You knew this was wrong, but you’ve been doing this for the last few months that you no longer felt remorse. Growing up, you hated cheaters. How could someone hurt the person they claim to love by having an affair with someone else? The thought made you angry, but here you were. Sneaking out to see someone who wasn’t your boyfriend. As much as you loved Yugyeom or at least thought you did, he never truly gave you what you wanted in bed and sometimes he was too pure for you. He was a soft and very innocent boy and the vanilla sex the two of you would relinquish in wasn’t enough for you. That’s why Mark Tuan came in to the picture. 

Mark Tuan was your school’s bad boy. He drank, smoked, ditched class almost every day, had multiple piercings and tattoos and even owned a motorcycle. Yet, this didn’t stop all the girls from drooling over him and wanting to be with him. He was bad news. He was known to sleep around but he never had sex with the same girl twice, until he encountered you. 

The two of you were at a party that was being thrown by your mutual friend JB. You knew who Mark was and you knew of his reputation, that’s why you tried your best to stay away from him. The two of you were actually rivals. You made it known to JB that you didn’t approve of his friendship with the older boy and Mark wouldn’t hesitate to complain about how much of a goody two shoes you were. You were the teacher’s pet and one of the top students on the dean’s list. You didn’t have time to waste getting your heart broken by someone like Mark nor did you believe in frat parties and getting drunk everyday. However, JB begged you to go, repeatedly telling you that he wanted his “best friend” to experience at least one college party throughout your college career.

 As much as you wish you could say you were drunk, you were completely sober when tumbling in to bed with him. The two of you got in to an argument as you normally do over something unimportant, but one thing led to another and his lips were kissing all around your neck while his hands found their place in your hair. You weren’t going to lie, as much as you hated Mark Tuan, he was hot. Yugyeom was sweet, patient and kind, but he didn’t set fire to your bones like Mark did. He would take you out on cute little dates, prepared baths for you and called you pet names. But he treated you as if you were a kid. He would order things that he liked for you at restaurants and he would buy you clothes he thought would look nice on you even if it wasn’t your style. 

Mark was dominant and rough. He made you feel naughty and free, which is why you pushed the thought of having a boyfriend to the back of your mind while riding him like a horse in his bedroom. He was an amazing lover. Mark knew exactly how to make you scream and squirm and he was also very generous. He never came before you and always made sure you were having a good time. He made you feel wanted. Like you were the sexiest woman he’s ever laid his eyes on. His tongue mapped your entire body and his fingers traced every curve and beauty mark you had. You thought the first time was the last time and you begged him not to say anything to Yugyeom in which he kept his promise to. You knew about the way he would only have one night stands, which is why you were confused when he asked to meet with you a couple days later. 

A part of you felt like you should’ve said no, especially because your boyfriend was waiting for you back at his place. But you wanted to see what Mark wanted to talk about. However, the only talking that happened between the two of you once you reached his apartment consisted of dirty words in your ear while he plunged in and out of you at a rapid pace. Meeting up to have sex with Mark became a frequent thing. Sometimes you would even leave your boyfriend to go over to Mark’s place. As bad as you felt for doing this to someone as sweet and caring as Yugyeom, you couldn’t help yourself. Mark Tuan was a drug and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t addicted. 

What you didn’t know was that Mark had caught feelings for you. He actually had a crush on you for the longest time, but because of the way you acted as if you hated him, he tried his best to stay away from you. However, seeing as how you both had the same friends, it was inevitable that the two of you were going to interact. Mark had a problem, he was falling for you. But he knew you weren’t going to leave Yugyeom for him. Yugyeom was the definition of boyfriend material. He was willing to do any and everything for you. Mark wasn’t like that. But he was willing to change his ways for you. He didn’t know what it was about you that captivated him. Sure, the sex between the two of you was amazing. Hell, you were the best he’s ever had. But whenever he slept with anyone else, no matter how good it was, it didn’t make him gain feelings for them. 

There were so many things about you that he was in love with. Not only were you extremely beautiful, but you were very generous and had the warmest heart. You also never failed to make him laugh and smile with your lame jokes that he found hilarious. You genuinely cared about him and his well being. You made him feel things he’s never felt before and he was almost regretting sleeping with you in the first place because now he was screwed. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were falling for him just as quickly as he was for you. But Mark Tuan wasn’t one to get in to relationships. Even if it sounded bad, you didn’t want to lose Yugyeom if you and Mark didn’t work out. You’d rather continue just having sex with Mark than to attempt to have a relationship with him that would end badly with you being alone. Yugyeom was your safety blanket and even if you weren’t in love with him, he took such good care of you and you were afraid no one else would even do half the things he does for you.

It was getting harder and harder for you to make excuses for leaving his place so early. There were times where you thought about ending things with Mark, but every time you met up with him and built up the courage to do so, you’d always find him between your thighs, bringing you to heaven multiple times that night. Over the last few weeks, something in Mark changed. He’s been asking you to leave Yugyeom for him and you’d always laugh and not take him seriously. But who could blame you? He portrayed himself to everyone as a rolling stone. He never settled down and as much as you liked him, you needed something constant. You wanted something stable, an actual relationship and you knew Mark couldn’t give that to you. You snuck outside to his car and your breath hitched when you saw him leaning against it looking like the Greek God he is. 

“Hey baby. How was your day?” You bit your lip and internally screamed at the pet name. It wasn’t the first time Mark called you a term of endearment, yet you were never prepared every time he did so and it would always send shivers down your spine. Whenever Yugyeom called you a nickname, it never really got a reaction out of you. But whenever something sweet left Mark’s mouth, you wanted nothing more than to attach your lips to his and show him the effect it had on you. 

“Mmm, it was good. How was yours?” He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to his chest while finally connecting his lips to yours. “Better now that you’re here. I’ve missed you. It’s been three days since I’ve seen you.” It was weird seeing him so soft for you and you refused to fall for his charm but it was inevitable to do so. “Come on, I wanna show you something.” He helped you buckle your seat belt and rushed over to his side. The car ride was quiet, but a calm and peaceful kind of quiet. You could feel his eyes on you every so often and your cheeks warmed up at the thought of him looking at you. His hand found yours after a while and at a few stop lights, he left gentle kisses on your cheek. “Everything okay?” He gave you a smirk and nodded. His thumb grazed your wrist ever so gently and you could feel your heart combusting.

“Wonderful. You look beautiful as always baby. I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” You sighed and gave him a knowing look. He would always do this, but you always thought he was joking. That’s why you would get irritated. You wished his words were true, but you couldn’t believe anything that came from his mouth. “Mark-“ He put his hands up in surrender and shrugged. “I know. I’m sorry.” He slowly pulled his hand away earning himself a quiet whimper from you. You reached for his hand and placed it back on your lap. You could see him grin in the rear view mirror and you took a breath of relief. You didn’t want to start something just as the two of you started hanging out. 

Once Mark parked and turned off the car, it was then that you realized where he took you. He walked over to your side and took his jacket off before handing it to you. His hand absentmindedly found yours as he led you down the beach. Once he led you to where he planned the two of you to get settled at, he sat down and pulled you on to his lap. As he wrapped his arms around your waist, you leaned back in to his chest and he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “Why’d you bring me here Mark? We can’t have sex on the beach as much as I know you’d love to.” He snickered while rolling his eyes. “It’s not always about sex when it comes to us y/n. I always come here whenever I need space and time to think. I thought you’d might like it.” You were about to retaliate but you decided to let things be before starting unnecessary drama. 

The two of you sat there in silence, watching the waves crash on to the shore. “It’s beautiful here. Thank you for bringing me.” He nodded while placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “There’s a lot of places I want to take you to, but I can’t. Unless-“ you squeezed his hand as a way to let him know you didn’t want to start this conversation here, but he brought you to the beach for a reason. He was going to confess his love for you and prayed for things to go the way he wanted them to. “Mark. Please. Don’t. We can’t. You and I-“ He retracted his hands from around your waist and crossed his arms in frustration. You knew this was going to end badly and you were upset because everything was going good up until now. 

“Why not y/n? And don’t you dare say it’s because of that stupid little boyfriend of yours. I know you don’t love him. If you did, then you wouldn’t be fucking around with me but here we are! It’s been 8 months since we started this thing between us. You leave him for me. You lie to him for me. You come up with excuses not to go over to his house in order to come and see me. You haven’t slept with him since we started fucking because you know you don’t want anyone other than me touching you. And like I said earlier, it’s not even about the sex anymore. We cuddle, watch movies, bake cookies, sing karaoke and go grocery shopping. Hell, there are days where you come over and we don’t even have sex y/n! If you loved him or had any sort of feelings for him, you wouldn’t have let me fuck your brains out the way I have hundreds of times. You wouldn’t have let me hold you all those times you cried over how hard school is, you wouldn’t have asked me to pick up your little sister from school because your parents weren’t able to and you wouldn’t have stayed over that one night to console me when I found out my grandmother passed away if you loved him. I know you love me y/n. I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. You call and text me when you’re bored or when we don’t get to meet up and I know it’s because you miss me because God y/n, I’m always missing you. Even when we’re together, I miss you. Because you’re not mine and I want nothing more than to be the one you call yours. I want to be the one who gets to hold you at night. The one who gets to compliment you on not only your beauty, but your personality, your intelligence and everything else that I love about you. I want to take you out on dates and meet your family as your boyfriend, not just some random friend of JB’s. I want to kiss you and let everyone know you’re mine. I want to be there for you y/n. Who did you call when you got piss drunk that one time and didn’t want to go home? Who held you as you cried over the toilet bowl and helped you take a shower afterwards? Who helped you change in to comfy clothes and cuddled you as you slept? It wasn’t JB, Yugyeom, Jinyoung or Jackson. It was me. I stayed up for three hours just to make sure you didn’t throw up or went to the bathroom on your own. I’ve been holding this back because I didn’t want you to end things if I were to tell you what you said, but I can’t keep pretending like nothings wrong. I can’t keep living like this y/n. When you’re not with me, I know you’re with him and I hate the thought of you spending time with him when you should be with me. That night, you were too drunk to remember, but you told me you loved me. You don’t have to believe me, but I remember it clearly. You called me at two in the morning, obviously drunk off your ass begging me to come pick you up in which I didn’t hesitate to do so. When I found you, you were passed out on the front lawn. I was so pissed. What if something bad were to happen to you? I picked you up and took you back to my place and you started crying but you refused to tell me why. Then you threw up multiple times and I helped you get cleaned up. When I carried you and placed you in bed, you begged me not to leave and before you could fall asleep, that’s when you said those three words I’ve been dying to hear you say again. I don’t care if you were drunk. I don’t need to hear you say it, as much as I want to. But I can feel it and I can see it in your actions. You buy things for my apartment that you know I need because I refuse to buy them myself. You always ask me when I get to and from my destination when I use my motorcycle because of how dangerous it is and how much you get worried when you don’t hear from me. You cook for me, learned to play video games because of how much I love them and you’re even close with my family. If this was just sex to you y/n, you wouldn’t be doing things like that but here we are. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything, but I’m madly in love with you. Why won’t you let us happen?” 

You didn’t take your eyes off of him the minute he poured his heart out to you. He told you he was in love with you. Everything he said after that was a blur. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with him. Hell, you were willing to drop anyone and anything in order to call him yours. You knew you were in love with him too, but you couldn’t help the doubt and the fear that came with the possibility of dating him. Seeing him so upset and on the verge of tears broke your heart. Although he tried to put on this rough and angry facade in order to make people afraid of him, he was so soft and kind towards you. You were one of the only people who knew how he genuine was. There were multiple times you’ve seen him cry, but seeing him cry over you was a completely different story. “Mark..”

Tears started falling from your eyes and he took this as a bad sign. “I can’t..I’m sorry..No matter how much I’d love to be with you, it doesn’t change who you are. You’re not able to be in love. You’re right. I don’t love Yugyeom and the only reason why I’m still with him is because I hate being alone. What happens when you realize that this isn’t what you wanted and you leave me? I’ll be left with no one. And I know it’s bad to do this to him, but I know he genuinely cares about me so he’ll always stick around. But you..your presence in my life isn’t promised. I don’t want to look stupid for falling for you when you finally leave me. I’ve heard the rumors and I’m surprised you’ve been with me for so long but-“ The sound that came from the back of his throat intimidated you. You haven’t seen him this angry since the time he found out Jackson almost crashed his motorcycle. You wanted to give in to him so badly and you craved his touch more than anything, but things were being thrown out of proportion.

“Don’t give me that shit y/n. I haven’t touched, kissed or even talked to a girl since we started sleeping together. It’s always been you and it’s always going to be you. I tried to talk to one of my classmates when I realized I was developing feelings for you but I couldn’t. I hated the thought of doing that to you. But I don’t know why it bothered me so much. We’re not dating. I have every right to do so. But it just felt wrong. Nobody makes me feel the way you do y/n. I hate that you see me as this player. I mean, I can’t blame you. But if I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t still be here. I’ve never been in love before and it scares me. However, I’m not afraid anymore. I want to be with you. I’ve accepted the fact that I’m in love with you and honestly I had no plans on trying to stop it. I’ll do anything for you, be anything you want me to be. So please y/n. Let me be yours. Tell me you don’t love me and that you don’t feel the same. Tell me you don’t want to be with me and I’ll let you go. I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to. But I need you to know that I want you. For as long as I can have you. If you don’t love me, then I’ll leave you alone. I just want you happy y/n. Even if it’s not with me.” 

Seeing tears build up at the brim of his eyes made you want the ground to swallow you whole. You hated that you were the cause of his tears. Mark treated you like a queen. It took you so long to realize it, but he never failed to take care of you whenever you needed him. You hated yourself for hurting him. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist while hiding his face in your stomach. Your hands found purchase in his hair and you slowly ran your fingers through it before sinking down to his level. You shocked both yourself and Mark when you connected your lips together and your heart swelled when you felt him smile into the kiss. 

“I can’t tell you that I’m not in love with you. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t in love with you. I love you by the way. And I’m madly in love with you. I’m sorry Mark. I think majority of the reason why I was always so mean to you was because I didn’t want to get close to you and fall for you. So many girls would talk about developing feelings for you and end up heart broken after you’d leave them like it was nothing. That first night we slept together, I was giving in to you because I wanted to. I knew it was wrong. But I couldn’t help myself. And once I had you, I knew I fucked up. One night was never going to be enough for me and when you came back to me a few days later, I knew this was going to be a reoccurring thing. This may sound so stupid because I’m cheating on my boyfriend, but I didn’t want to end up hurt. I didn’t think you were the type to want to be with and settle down with one person. That’s why I would laugh every time you brought up being together. I couldn’t take you seriously. But what happens when you realize that you don’t want-“ 

He brought his lips back to yours in order to silence you. He knew what you were going to say and he didn’t want to hear it. That was the old him. The him before you. Before you brought color back in to his dull life. You made him want to be a better man. “I want you. All of you. Only you. You’re all I want and all I need y/n. I’ve been changing my ways in order to become someone you’d be proud of. I want to make you happy baby. Please let me love you y/n. I’ll promise to give you the world you deserve. I can’t stand the thought of losing you. I love you.” 

Hearing him say those three little words made your entire body warm. There was no point in hiding it anymore. His words were so sincere and genuine and you couldn’t keep lying to yourself by staying with Yugyeom just so you had someone to love and care for you. Mark was willing to be that for you. You wrapped your arms around his waist while crawling on to his lap and your head found its place in the crook of his neck. You nodded in to his chest while placing a soft kiss on his jaw. “Okay.” His eyes widened and his smile grew, causing butterflies to swarm in your stomach. “Really?” You nodded in agreement. “I want to be with you too. I’m in love with you too. I can’t keep lying to myself. I’ve wanted to hear you say those words for the longest time and I knew how you felt about relationships. So that’s why I would get rid of the thought of getting in to a relationship with you. You make my heart really happy Mark Tuan. Please don’t break it. You’re all it craves and all it knows.” He ran his thumb across your bottom lip and you playfully brought it between your teeth. “Say it again.” You knew what he was talking about but you wanted to mess around with him. “Say what?” He gave you the cutest little pout and whined. “Babeeee-“ You rolled your eyes and started leaving kisses along his face. “I love you. I love you. I love you. There. Happy?” He shook his head and gave you a knowing look. “I think it’s time we relinquish in our love. You’re mine now by the way. Come on babe, you need to show me just how much you love me.”

#got7 imagines #mark tuan #got7 drabbles #got7 scenarios #got7 #got7 mark #got7 preferences #got7 angst #pls dont come for me yugyeom stans

[serenzippity]

Ignis

Words: 3,276 Member: Jackson Pairing: Jackson/Reader Genre: Smut, Angst, Alternative Universe Warning(s): Smut, language, death, blood, unedited

Part 1 of Atrocitas

Chongqing, China

He kept hitting the punching bag, waiting for it to swing towards him so he can place a powerful jab that would send it backward. Every time he took a breath in, he saw fire. Every time he breathed out, he threw his fist forward to connect with the bag and an imaginary portrait of a man with white hair. Jackson was relentless as his body grappled with the images in his head; sweat and anger oozing from every pore to escape the flames brewing inside of him.

His punches began to get more erratic and frenzied while his mind unraveled with the mere thought of the white-haired man’s smirk. It was laced with poison and fear, the screams of his friends and family echoing as his smile grew wider. Blood began to pour out of the corners of his mouth when the imaginary face cackled at Jackson’s wrath. His pale flesh melted away, mixing in with the dripping blood to create a grotesque mix that had Jackson screaming with each punch. All that was left was a scorched skeleton and an evil red light shining where his pale eyes used to be.

“Jian.” A voice was faintly calling out his alias and it was no more than a mere tingle in the back of his consciousness. He was zeroed in on the image of his enemy and the feeling of his fists meeting the sack. He didn’t notice the presence in the room nor the acrid smell of burning plastic. His body worked on its own, pummeling the punching bag over and over to drown out anything that didn’t involve his own form of torture.

“Jian!” This time the voice was stronger, but he kept going, kept hitting that smiling skeleton as it mocked him. It made his subconscious wander back to a time when all he could remember was smoke, ash, and pain. But with every punch, he tried to make sure that he didn’t stray into a place that he had made sure to lock up deep in his psyche. The stinging of his fists kept him going forward, determined to shatter the cackling skeleton once and for all.

“JIAN!”

He hit the bag with a resounding punch that echoed throughout the room, flames falling from between his clenched fingers to alight the dark training room. It burned through the casing, causing fiery sand to spill from the growing hole and onto the ground. It didn’t take long for the entire thing to descend into a roaring bonfire. The heat was tremendous, warping the beams in the ceiling and searing everything around it. Nothing was untouched, not even the kindly old man who had graciously let Jackson into his gym after hours. The fire licked at his clothes, effectively pulling him into the flames and ending his life instantly with their orange warmth. He didn’t even have the chance to scream.

Jackson could only watch as the old man and the punching bag burned so brightly in an inferno that threatened to take over the whole space.

Everything was moving so fast that his weary body and mind could barely keep up. To Jackson, it all happened in the blink of an eye. Time was too quick for him to save the old man, but he was also too numb to make an effort. His fire began to consume everything in the gym, taking up the whole space in front of him. A normal person would falter under the intense heat of the flames, but to him they all felt like tender caresses against his skin. Featherlight and fleeting, he reached out into the glow and silently wished that for once in his life he could feel that searing pain.

-x-

Jackson’s hood was up as he stood in the crowd and watched the local fire-department grapple with the raging flames. Tears streamed down his soot-covered cheeks, leaving streaks that contrasted deeply against the black.

By the time he came to his senses the whole gym was ablaze and he barely had enough time to get out of there before the fire burned his clothes off. He was inconspicuous in between the people—just another shocked onlooker—but as the flames grew he began to see images of skulls and burning bodies behind his watery eyes, and he immediately knew he had to get out of there.

Clenching his fists to stifle the heat emanating from his fingertips, he pushed through the crowd and put the burning building far out of his mind. Jackson just kept walking, paying no mind to his sore thighs or pulsing knuckles as they screamed at him to slow down. He needed to put as much space between him and the ruined gym as he possibly could.

He walked for hours with no singular destination in mind. Normally he would go to a safe house or to an especially selective location that was chosen for him, but neither were an option anymore. His brothers were scattered to the wind: separated by blinding white hair, dark tattoos, and evil smirks. He didn’t have a single inkling as to where they were, fearful that the anguish on their faces would be the last images he would ever have of them. Jackson worried about Yugyeom the most, scared that the latter’s recklessness would lead him into danger.

But Jackson didn’t have the opportunity to mourn the separation nor did he have the ability to go about his night without being hyperaware of his surroundings.

Looking around the dimly lit streets, Jackson realized that he wandered into a part of the city that was less than savory. It was a part of Chongqing that belonged to the night and those who thrived in the dark. Prostitutes lingered at every corner and dealers lurked behind them in the various alleyways. Jackson, with his black hoodie and dirty face, didn’t look out too of place at all and he knew that he could easily hold his own in some thug or drunkard tried to come after him.

It wasn’t the less than appealing citizens that unnerved him— rather those who clung to the shadows and watched him like a hawk sent a chill of panic up and down his spine. They were the ones who were trained to take him out in an instant, never valuing his humanity and only seeing him as a trophy to be hunted. They were the ones who hid behind the whores and addicts, waiting for the right time to strike with their masked faces and branded shoulders.  

“The Children of Cain” Jinyoung called them, subservient to only the white-haired man and the values of a pure society. They didn’t believe that a monster like him and his brothers ever deserved to exist, making it their life’s mission to wipe out the Elemental race in favor of a homogenous world. It was archaic and barbaric but for hundreds of years they hunted, and for hundreds of years people like Jackson ran for their lives.

The idea of running pained him—not only for the loss of his family and his brothers—but also for the way it seemed to mock him and his aching heart. He was tired of running and tired of feeling lost. He’d only felt whole twice in his life, and the hunters had ruined both.

The first was when he moved into a dorm with his adoptive brothers. Slowly their mixed family grew from three to four, and all the way up until seven seemed to be their magic number. He remembers being happy as he clutched his stomach with laughter. He remembers breakfasts where he had to dodge biscuits as they were chucked across the table. He remembers late-night video game sessions that would end in all-out brawls when teams were deceived. But most of all Jackson remembers looking at six faces and feeling at home.

The second time he felt whole was when he was laying in soft arms, watching the moonlight dance across the supple skin. He didn’t want to remember anything else about the familiar skin because it destroyed pieces of him every time he reminisced.

Jackson let his mind wander, thinking about his memories and fears, so much so that he didn’t see where his feet were taking him. His guard was down which was his first mistake. Ignoring the catcalls from painted ladies he shuffled down multiple blocks until nothing looked familiar and the creatures of the night were no longer in his hindsight. It was silent and stagnant, the eerie stillness sending his nerves into overdrive. He quickly realized that he went too far and perked up looking for any kind of danger.

But it was too late for his heightened senses to save him.

He felt the hood of his jacket get yanked over his face, effectively cutting off his line of sight. Skilled and quick hands subdued him with quick jabs to major pressure points that had him crumbling to the ground. He tried to fight back, but before he could even close his fist a knife was placed above his jugular.

“Don’t move.” The purr of the voice was familiar and his body reacted instantly with both disgust and lingering want. The cold steel was pressed further into his skin, barely breaking through the barrier and drawing a bead of blood. It tipped up, forcing him to follow its path. He stood up on shaking legs, still blind and compliant, as he was dragged up and into a dark alleyway.

His back met the cold brick wall, a sharp contrast to his always heated skin, and the knife pressed harder to draw more blood. Even without his eyesight he could still sense every part of you. From your soft hair to your strong legs he was so in-tune with all of you that even if he lost his eyesight permanently, he could pick you from a crowd. It was his body’s natural reaction to crave you like a hard street drug.

“What the fuck did you do, Jackson?” you hissed, pressing yourself further into him to effectively trap him between the wall and your weapon.

He didn’t respond for a moment, calculating his next words so as to not further stroke your temper. Jackson usually loved to push you and fan the flames inside of you until you were both fiery, passionate messes, but the circumstances had changed drastically.

“It was an accident,” he whispered, his voice breaking at the end.

He felt the knife leave his neck, but the sting remained. Gentle fingertips brushed the hood of his jacket back giving him back his eyesight and forcing him to look at your worried face. Jackson loved to stare at you, falling into your bottomless eyes and swimming in the emotions that swirled there. They were bright, shining through the dark night in contrast to the kohl that lined them. The black in your stealth outfit made them stand out even more and for a moment he wanted to fall to his knees and beg for a return to normalcy.

It was only for a moment. It was only until you opened your mouth to speak.

“They know it was you.”

He broke away from your eyes, leaning his head back onto the wall and looking up into the smog-filled night sky. “I’m guessing you will bring me to them.” It came out as a fact, not a question as he waited for the sting of a sedative that would knock him out and make your job easier.

He didn’t see it, but a flash of pain overtook you. Despite being on two separate ends of the spectrum you knew in your heart that Jackson was your weakness. “You know I would never do that to you.” You gnawed on your lip as his eyes came to meet yours again, forcing a silent dare into the little space between you two.

“Then why are you here?” Surprisingly he looked more sad than angry, and you hoped that you weren’t too late to push him into safety. You’d spent days tracking down his brothers behind your superiors’ backs; forgoing years of conditioning and training in favor of your painful emotions. It was only by chance that you stumbled upon Jackson after he destroyed the gym and you were thankful for every higher power you that found him before they did.

“I’m here to warn you, Jackson,” you sheathed the knife still in your hand and reached out to him. One came to rest on his dirty cheek and the other on his broad chest. You felt his heartbeat pick up under your fingertips and you had to suppress a shudder at the intimate feeling. “They are looking for you. It’s going in quadrants so if you run fast enough, they won’t catch you. Go east to Seoul where BamBam is.” Your voice cracked as emotions flooded through you. The close proximity made you go crazy no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

“How do you know where he is?” The skepticism in his voice hurt you even more, especially when coupled with his sad eyes. He wasn’t reciprocating your touch and that felt like a dagger to the chest.

“I tracked him. The others are too busy looking for the elders,” you told him sadly, quickly regretting your choice of words. Panic came across Jackson’s face but it was instantly replaced with a dark snarl.

“By ‘the others’ do you mean you?” He shrugged off your hands and took ahold of your arms tightly, squeezing to the point of pain but you kept your whimpers at bay.

Fixing him with a matching glare, you reached out and grabbed the lapels of his hoodie. “No,” you growled coming nose to nose with him. You could smell the soot and sweat on his body and see the specks of red in his deep brown eyes—but you didn’t get flustered as your fury bubbled up inside of you to challenge him. That was the cornerstone of your relationship with him: dominance and challenge in every aspect.

He stared at you, feeling nothing but fury and need as gravity seemed to push you two closer. You were both two planets in the universe: destined for collision and total destruction despite all the energy trying to steer you two away. In a moment of weakness, he let the forces of nature take over as they pushed his mouth forward to latch onto yours.

The shock of the kiss was instantaneous and your mind cried out against it, but your body reacted in a way that seemed more than natural for you. Whimpering into the kiss you leaned into him, standing on your toes to deepen it. He tasted like ash and mint as his unnaturally hot lips caressed yours, his tongue brushing your bottom lip in a bid for more access.

Complying, you wound your hands around his neck and pressed your body hard against his in a silent plea. You felt his familiar fire sparking in the tips of your fingers and toes, and you wanted to add kerosene to the flames.

Jackson felt your want as his hands left your arms to snake under your thighs. Lifting you, he wrapped your legs around his lean waist and turned to press you into the brick wall. He was a man possessed by the mere thought of you and every nerve inside him was begging to feel your body as intimately as possible. He was angry and marked for death, but for just a moment he plainly wanted to feel that lust that swirled in the air when it was just you two in the heat of the moment.

His mind was a hazy mess of worry and desire as he released your mouth to trail kisses down your neck. One particularly hard nip at the juncture of your throat had you moaning out his name, and he leaned back to take in your blissed-out face. Your eyes were black as you stared at him with swollen lips and flushed cheeks. He could slightly imagine that you were both back in his bedroom, making love for hours without a care in the world.

“Runaway with me,” he whispered, sending another dagger into your chest. Tears sprung to your eyes as you looked into his desperate face, every part of you wanting to say yes to him. But you knew that you couldn’t and the pain of saying ‘no’ would be too much. You reached up and carded your fingers through his hair to bring his mouth back to yours. Rather than give him a specific answer, you hoped that he would infer your response from the taste of your lips and the feeling of your fingers over his skin.

He kissed you back with fervor, pressing you harder against the wall and grinding against your sensitive core. Jackson’s heated hands snaked over your ass and gripped the fabric of your pants that rested dangerously above where he wanted to be the most. He ripped them frantically, giving him easier access to you. You were so aroused by his aggressive and domineering gropes that you didn’t even protest the destruction of your tactical suit.

“Jackson, please,” you whined out, gripping his hair harder to rile him up even more.

The rustling of his sweats jolted the heated air as he hurriedly freed himself from the confines and quickly found your dripping heat. Jackson wasted no time in pushing into you, his eyes rolling back in his head when he sunk inside your velvet walls. You moaned deeply when you felt his familiar, aching stretch. The feeling was wonderous and you savored the fullness as he pounded you against the wall like a man impassioned.

Every whimper and moan that spilled over your lips was a song to Jackson. He memorized the way your face looked and the way your hands held onto him like a lifeline. He was consciously aware that you never gave him a definite answer, and he thrust into you with your vagueness playing like a record in the back of his mind.

He knew that this could be the onset of life on the run with you. An Elemental and a hunter that ran from authorities and bigots alike. Jackson could envision you as a modern Bonnie and Clyde.

But he also knew that this could be the last time he ever saw you. He knew that you could return to your predestined life that he had no place in. His hips met yours with adrenaline that was fueled by the idea of running away from any kind of life with you.

At one point in time, he imagined you and him living together in a house on a hill. You’d have two kids—a boy and a girl—and a couple dogs to sit behind the picket fence. He wanted that domestic, normal life with you so desperately that it planted seeds of blind hope in his chest. Jackson didn’t anticipate secrets and betrayals when he planned out the rest of your lives, but the whispers and lies caught up to you two nevertheless.

Jackson fucked you with a question in his mind as to whether you would choose him or the life that you were forced into. Every thrust was a question mark and every kiss was him begging for you to choose him for the first time. You could see the hesitation in his eyes when he looked at you, your heartbreaking in half knowing that you wouldn’t say yes to him.

A/N: Yay the first installment of Atrocitas! This series won’t get updated regularly as it is my vanity and sanity project. I’ll come out with pieces as they come to me and I get inspired. Viva is my priority but I am loving this AU right now. Let me know what you think!

#got7 #jackson #jackson wang #jackson smut #got7 smut #got7 angst #got7 au #got7 fanfic #got7 fanfiction

[therainroguefanfiction]

⁂ Hogwarts Sorting Hat (Got7)

Fans of the Harry Potter series know all about the process of getting sorted, so I decided to take my favorite characters from across the fandoms and sort them into one of the four houses based on how I see them and their personalities. This is based on my own personal opinion!

Bambam – Slytherin, Half-Blood

This little shit is the perfect fit for Slytherin, despite being a half-blood. He is one of the few non-purebloods to be accepted into the house, and he proves he belongs there with his savage remarks and his desire to be the best. Though he doesn’t attack other houses, he doesn’t go out of his way to be friendly with them, either. He would excel in DADA and with hexes, and he wouldn’t be afraid to boast about it.

His first encounter with the golden trio was when he got into an altercation with the Weasley twins over who was better at pranks. Ron tried to break it up only to end up being the subject of their prank war.

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Jackson – Gryffindor, Half-Blood

Jackson’s most redeeming quality is his bravery. He isn’t afraid to chase after what he wants in life and will fight anyone that gets in his way. He’s also very loyal and will go to the ends of the Earth for his family and friends. This trait often gets him into trouble, however, and makes him quite reckless, finding himself in detention more than he should. He hates to sit still, so he’s constantly running around doing something, most of which break the rules.

His first encounter with the golden trio was meeting Harry during Quidditch practice. He gave the young boy tips and tricks on how to best avoid the other players. They often practice together.

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Jaebum – Ravenclaw, Half-Blood

JB’s quiet nature and intelligence make him a good fit for Ravenclaw. He doesn’t mind adventure, but he would much rather be doing something he loves. He’s mature beyond his years and people often come to him for advice, which he happily gives because he likes to help people out. He enjoys the peaceful nature that his house offers him, along with the fact that his housemates think about things logically before acting rather than rushing into situations blinded.

His first encounter with the golden trio came when he found Bambam pulling a prank on Ron, to which he promptly scolded him and apologized to the boy. Most of his school life was then spent stopping the twins and Bambam from burning down the school.

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Jinyoung – Gryffindor, Pure Blood

Everything about Jinyoung screams Gryffindor. He’s so protective over those that he loves, making sure they are safe and healthy, but he’s also a stickler for the rules. He is the last person you want to talk to if you’re planning on doing something you shouldn’t! If you ask him for help, however, he will gladly do whatever he can to help you out. His bravery and tenacity know no bounds and his loyalty is unmatched.

His first encounter with the golden trio was when McGonagall asked him to help Ron and Harry get their grades up. Being a year above them, he was happy to help out his underclassmen, but he soon learned that trouble was often attracted to them.

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Mark – Hufflepuff, Pure Blood

Mark has the duality and the personality to thrive in any house, but I feel like he would best fit into Hufflepuff because he can relax there without feeling too much pressure to live up to a certain aspect or role. He’s very hardworking and loyal, the main values of a true Hufflepuff. Blood status is meaningless to him, and so is being in different houses. He doesn’t care what house he is in, he’s there to learn and become a strong wizard.

His first encounter with the golden trio was through Jackson, who always made Mark come along to watch Quidditch practice. He tries to avoid the three because of how much trouble they find themselves in, but having a best friend like Jackson makes it difficult.

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Youngjae – Ravenclaw, Muggle-Born

Youngjae can be a bit shy, especially since he was raised as a normal kid. The world of magic is new to him, but he is a quick learner and wants to retain as much knowledge as possible about the history of magic. Being in Ravenclaw helps him to achieve this goal because most of those around him are full of knowledge they want to share.

His first encounter with the golden trio was through Hermione. He knew she was also muggle-born, and she had much more knowledge than he did, so he actively sought her out, wanting to befriend her.

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Yugyeom – Gryffindor, Half-Blood

This boy fits on the cusp of both Gryffindor and Slytherin and would fit into either house. Even his family was torn, all of them being either a Slytherin or a Gryffindor. Yugyeom can be savage and bratty when he wants to be, but his kind heart outweighs that savagery, making him more of a fit for Gryffindor. His greatest strength is that he embraces his fear and overcomes it, making his bravery a true asset to the house.

His first encounter with the golden trio came in his second year when he was late for the train. Thankfully, Ron and Harry also missed the train thanks to Dobby sealing the portal. Being with the two is the only reason he was able to make it into school without being expelled.

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#hogwarts sorting hat #hogwarts #harry potter #kpop #got7 #kpop sorting hat

[fantastic-bby]

Strings

Pairing: Reader x Jaebeom

Word count: 9.7k (This is the LONGEST fic I’ve ever written and I feel like I momentarily lost my mind while writing this)

Genre: Fluff, romance, soulmate au

Summary: Jaebeom has been left with a black and white world since he has yet to find his soulmate. After years and years of searching, he’s disappointed that he is constantly left empty handed and without a spectrum. It’s only when someone moves into an apartment across from his that he decides to give a relationship another go. What he doesn’t know is that this particular girl can see the strings connecting soulmates...

Triggers: Mentions of death and grieving

A/n: I decided to try something new by adding alternative endings because I couldn’t make up my mind on whether I wanted this to end happy or sad. Therefore, I’ve given you, the readers, to choose which ending you want. I’m also still new at trying to put playlists together for my writing, so pls bear with me. 

Playlist: Don’t Need Your Love - NCT Dream || Affection - Cigarettes After Sex || please lie to me - Crucial Star || Best Part - H.E.R || I Like Me Better - Lauv || Falling In Love - Cigarettes After Sex || FOOLS - Troye Sivan

Soulmate series: Mark - Inked || Jackson - Bubbles || Jinyoung - Masked || Youngjae - Drawings || BamBam - Footprints || Yugyeom - Pieces

Masterlist

They say that when you touch your soulmate for the very first time, you finally get to see your world in colour. You'll know it's your soulmate when they're the only splash of colour among the black and white scene. They say that when you touch their skin, your body will jolt and your skin will tingle as the world will slowly melt into colour.

Yet, after 26 years, Im Jaebeom was still stuck with a black and white world. He was sure his soulmate was still alive since he hadn’t experienced that heart shattering feeling that everyone says happens when their soulmates die nor was he able to suddenly see colours.

He had spent his entire life desperately looking for his spectrum. Whenever he was in crowds, he would scan the black and white crowd in hopes of finding that single person who would finally add colour to his bleak looking life. 

"What's going on?" Jaebeom asked as he entered the living room of BamBam’s apartment to join the gathering Yugyeom had asked for in their group chat. 

"I don't know. Gyeomie just asked everyone to be in the living room when he gets home." BamBam shrugged as he shared glances with his older members. 

"10 000 won says he found his soulmate." Jackson chuckles as he turned to Jinyoung and extended his hand.

"10 000 if it’s anything else at all." Jinyoung smirked at him and shook his hand. 

“I want in!” BamBam piped in excitedly. “I’m on Jinyoung hyung’s side.” He announced, laughing when Jackson pouted at him. 

“Ssh!” Youngjae quickly hushed them when they heard the keypad to the front door beeping. They turned their attention to the front door as they anticipated the entrance of the youngest member. Yugyeom stepped into the doors and behind him was a girl that looked to be around his age.

Jinyoung and BamBam both let out respective groans while Jackson threw his arms up in the air and cheered victoriously. The defeated pair reached into the pockets of their pants to pull out their wallets grumpily.

“What’s going on?” Yugyeom asked, pure confusion painting his face. 

“Jackson, Jinyoung and BamBam made a bet on what you wanted to tell us.” Youngjae chuckled as he saw how happy Jackson was to win money.

“Yeah, I haven’t said anything yet.” Yugyeom said slowly. Both Jinyoung and BamBam paused just as they were about to hand the notes to Jackson. 

“You found your soulmate, right?” Jackson squinted his eyes at the younger male. Yugyeom pursed his lips and his hand went to the back of his neck as he scratched the skin, 

“No, but I think I found someone else’s soulmate.” He said awkwardly as he stepped aside to let the girl walk forward to Mark who was silently standing behind all of them. 

“WHAT?!” All of them except for Mark and Jaebeom exclaimed as they watched the way the girl approach Mark. 

“How did you find her?” Mark asked softly as he looked up at Yugyeom. 

“I bumped into her at the 7 11 in Hongdae and she said she saw you while we were having dinner but when she wanted to approach us, we left.” He smiled at Mark. 

“Wait, so you brought a random girl to BamBam’s apartment at night without being completely sure whether or not she was telling the truth?” Jaebeom asked with wide eyes. “Yugyeom, what if she wasn’t telling the truth and she was a sasaeng?” He scolded him. 

Yugyeom let out a forced laugh, “Yeah, I wasn’t thinking about that.” He hung his head sheepishly, “But we’re lucky she is. I mean, look at them.” He gestured to the way Mark was softly speaking to the girl, wearing the widest smile they had ever seen. 

“So, you haven’t found your soulmate yet?” BamBam asked. Yugyeom nodded at him and BamBam threw his arms in the air, letting out a loud whoop. “Jackson hyung, you lost!” He teased Jackson who begrudgingly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. 

“Sorry you haven’t found your soulmate yet, Gyeomie.” Jinyoung apologised while chuckling. 

“It’s fine. I’m fine with waiting for the time that I do.” Yugyeom shrugged. “It’ll come eventually. I just have to be patient.” He gave his hyung a toothy smile, making them smile as they patted him on the back. Jaebeom was the only one who was standing behind them as they expressed their pride for Yugyeom in acting so mature. He was watching the way Mark and his soulmate were interacting with a sour taste filling his mouth. 

Jaebeom didn’t want to feel this way. He was happy that one of his closest friends had finally found their soulmate, but he felt sad. Among the seven of them, Jaebeom and Yugyeom were the only ones left who hadn’t found their soulmates. Seeing the way Yugyeom felt about finding his soulmate made Jaebeom feel silly, childish even, for being so impatient that he hadn’t found his soulmate. 

 “You okay?” Youngjae placed a hand on Jaebeom’s shoulder when he noticed him zoning out. Jaebeom turned to him and stared at him blankly for a moment before quickly nodding, 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.” He forced a smile, “I’m going to head home first. I think I spent too much time in the studio this week.” He muttered as he bid goodnight to his friends and left the apartment. He let out a sigh as he began walking towards the lift. He unlocked his phone and opened a picture Jinyoung had sent him. 

The last time they went to the beach, Jinyoung had taken a candid of Jaebeom standing along the shoreline. He said the water was blue and the sand was ivory. Jaebeom tried to imagine it but he couldn’t. Not when all he knew was black and white. 

Jaebeom’s walk back to his apartment was silent as he let himself get immersed in his thoughts. He remembered the girlfriends in his life that - at first - said that they didn’t care about finding their soulmates, but they ended up leaving him when they did. His heart ached. He felt so lonely. He gave up dating girls after the third one left him for their soulmate. 

Since then, he had been desperately trying to find his own soulmate. But even then, his hope was dwindling. He was losing faith that he would ever find them. Maybe he would end up being one of those lost souls who never found their mate. Maybe he would end up spending his entire life in black and white, only to die to be reborn where he would have to begin his search once again. 

Jaebeom stopped outside of his apartment and stared at the gray building. He let out a sigh as he turned around and decided that he needed a longer walk to clear his mind. A soft breeze blew past him as he stood at the bridge, looking out as the moon reflected on the water. The moon was the only thing he was sure he knew the colour of. It was white. 

He craned his neck up and stared at the moon, letting out a soft sigh. “I’ll find them, right?” He whispered out to the moon. He let out another sigh as he bent down and leaned his chin on where his hands were resting on the rails of the bridge, letting the sound of the river gently flowing fill his ears to calm his racing thoughts. 

“Jaebeom hyung?” A familiar voice made him turn around to see Hyunjin staring at him from the edge of the bridge. Jaebeom immediately stood straighter, not wanting to show any kind of sensitivity to his junior. 

“Hyunjin, what are you doing here so late?” Jaebeom asked when Hyunjin approached him. 

“I needed to clear my thoughts.” The younger male shrugged as he rested his hands on the railing and looked out at the river. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, slightly worried for Hyunjin. 

“Yeah,” He nodded, but the way his voice faltered slightly was not convincing anyone. Jaebeom placed a comforting hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder. The action caused Hyunjin to break down, completely surprising Jaebeom. 

“Woah! What’s wrong?” He questioned, panic lacing his voice as he rubs the younger male’s back comfortingly. 

“H-Hyung,” Hyunjin sobbed out as he turned and hugged his senior. Jaebeom wrapped his arms around him hesitantly and did the best he could to comfort him. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” He spoke gently, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. It took a while but when Hyunjin finally caught his breath and calmed down, Jaebeom couldn’t help but wonder what made him this distressed. “What happened?” He asked as he pulled away slightly to look at him. 

“M-My s-s-soulmate, I-I think th-they’re d-d-dead.” He hiccuped as he avoided looking at Jaebeom in the eyes, embarrassed for breaking down in front of his senior. Jaebeom’s eyes widened instead, he couldn’t imagine how that must feel like. 

“What makes you say that?” He asked as he gently rubbed Hyunjin’s shoulders to calm him down. 

“T-The colours.” Hyunjin muttered out as he tried to hold back his tears. “I can see c-colours.” His lip trembled and he broke down into sobs once again. Jaebeom pulled Hyunjin back into his arms and hushed him softly, 

“It’s okay, Hyunjin-ah.” He spoke softly. He felt terrible for his junior. “Are you sure you didn’t accidentally bump into them without noticing?” Jaebeom asked, well aware of how impossible that would be.

“I was in my dorm and suddenly my chest started hurting and colours started to blend into my sight.” He muttered out, sniffling as he kept his face on Jaebeom’s shoulder. The older idol let his junior stay in his arms for a bit longer. Even though he was unable to imagine the pain of losing a soulmate, he knew the pain of not meeting them. 

“How about,” Jaebeom pulled away to look at Hyunjin in the eyes, “We grab something to eat. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.” He suggested. The Stray Kids member nodded and wiped his tears with the back of his hand as Jaebeom led the way to a nearby stall. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Hyunjin mumbled out shamefully as he trailed behind him. 

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. We're people. It's not wrong to feel sad.” Jaebeom glanced over his shoulder to flash a comforting smile to him. Hyunjin could feel his spirits lifting slightly at the words of his senior. 

"Thanks, hyung." He smiled slightly as he caught up with Jaebeom so that he was walking beside him. “So, you can see colour now?” He questioned. 

“Yeah,” He let out a sigh and pursed his lips, “I can see colours, but I don't see it as a good thing. My soulmate’s dead.” He looked ahead blankly, “And everything is worse now.” Jaebeom bit his lip as he turned to look at him. His brown eyes were empty, bloodshot and staring at nothing as they walked. “Your soulmate’s still alive, right?” Hyunjin turned to Jaebeom who nodded slowly, 

“I haven’t met them yet, but they’re still alive.” He answered. Hyunjin nodded at that, 

“Do you think you’ll ever meet them?” He questioned softly. His voice was so soft, if Jaebeom hadn’t had his full attention on him, he wouldn’t have heard him.

“I don’t know, Hyunjin.” Jaebeom sighs, “I hope I will, but sometimes I just feel like I’ll never meet them.” He paused for a moment and sucked a breath in through his teeth, “Sorry.” He felt his brain start to fill with panic from the slip. 

“It’s okay, hyung.” Hyunjin chuckled, “I guess there’s a silver lining to this. Colour’s nice to look at.” He hummed out, doing his best to not sulk over it. 

“What does colour look like?” He asked, causing Hyunjin to turn to him before looking forward at the buildings in front of them. 

“Interesting. It’s a bit overwhelming, but right now everything is overwhelming.” The chuckle that left his lips was sad, making Jaebeom purse his lips as he turned back ahead and led Hyunjin into a small stall that was still open in the late hour. They sat down, ordered their food and the waitress returned with two shot glasses and a bottle of soju. 

“You can drink your feelings away, I’ll walk you back to your dorm if you get drunk.” Jaebeom joked as he poured Hyunjin a glass. 

“I would rather not embarrass myself in front of my senior.” Hyunjin shook his head with a laugh leaving his lips. “I can handle my alcohol quite well, so I won’t get drunk this evening.” He smiled as their food arrived. 

Oh, was he so wrong. 

Jaebeom had his arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders to steady the stumbling boy, carefully guiding him back to his dorm. 

“Aish, you said you wouldn’t get drunk.” Jaebeom mused as he did the best he could. 

“Hyuuuuuuung,” Hyunjin giggled out with a slur, “Don’t be sad that you haven’t met them.” He mumbled out as he leaned against the walls of the dorm building. Jaebeom stared at him speechlessly. “I’m never going to meet mine but it’s okay. You still have a chance at meeting yours.” His eyes were starting to droop and his body slumped over, quickly causing his senior to scramble to stop him from falling over. 

Jaebeom knocked on the front door, hearing footsteps approaching after a moment before the door opened to reveal a disheveled and tired looking Bang Chan. The younger leader’s eyes widened when he saw Hyunjin leaning on Jaebeom, 

“Is this about the soulmate?” He asked as he carefully took Hyunjin from his arms. Jaebeom nodded with a sigh,

“He got drunk. Take care of him and make sure he drinks plenty of water. He’s going through a rough time.” He watched as Chan steadied Hyunjin with an arm around his shoulders, 

“Okay, thanks, JB hyung.” He nodded at Jaebeom before closing the door. “MINHO! HELP ME!” The muffled yell of Chan came through the door and startled Jaebeom, causing him to jump slightly. 

He waited for a moment, chuckling slightly when he heard the chaos that was starting to wreak their dorms; thuds and what sounded like a lot of stumbling, tripping and multiple items falling to the ground.

The walk back to Jaebeom’s apartment was quiet even with the music that was filling his ears from his headphones. It was well past midnight and his mind was still disturbed. Hyunjin’s words stuck with him. 

Don’t be sad you haven't met them. 

He bit his lip as he thought about it, further disrupting his mind. Was he being too immature about it? No, he was just worried he would never meet them, right? Jaebeom stopped outside his apartment building. He had nowhere else to go, might as well step inside now. 

He tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and took his jacket off, slipping it onto the coat rack and made his way through his quiet apartment. He stepped into his bedroom and stared at the computer on his desk, the glow from his screen saver of a picture of him and his friends illuminating the wooden desk. Turning on the lights, he moved over to sit at his desk and let out a deep sigh. 

The picture on his desk was staring back at him almost mockingly. It’s like purple with some blue and pink. It’s nice to look at. The words that Youngjae had used to describe the picture echoed in his head. 

Jaebeom got it as a gift from one of his cousins who had met their soulmate really early into their life and decided they wanted to become a painter. The colours to him were the same colours he had become too close to; black and white. 

He had no spectrum. 

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Jaebeom awoke to one of his cats licking his nose. His eyes groggily opened to see Cake staring at him, her tail and ears perking up when she finally got him to wake up. He let out a chuckle when she started to snuggle against him, letting out a few meows when she bumped her head against his hand. 

He sat up only to realise that all five of his cats were on his bed with their eyes on him. 

“Woah, what’s wrong?” He questioned them, knowing that they’d only gather in his room for his comfort when something was different. He glanced over at the clock sitting on his bedside table. 9:21. He pulled the covers off of himself before sliding out of bed when he heard quite a loud sound coming from the hallways outside of his apartment. 

Without much care that he was still in his pajamas, he made his way to his front door with Kunta and Odd following him as he took a peek to the outside. The pile of boxes in the hallway and the sight of a lone girl carrying the boxes on his own made him step out, being careful not to let his cats out. 

“You need any help?” He asked the girl when she stepped back out of the apartment, jumping slightly when she saw him. 

“Oh, yes please. My flatmate had to fly out to her hometown, leaving me to carry all of our stuff on our own.” She let out a relieved sigh at the offer but when she saw his outfit, she immediately felt guilty. “Were you sleeping? I’m so sorry, it’s hard to move these boxes around quietly.” She sheepishly apologised but Jaebeom simply smiled at her, 

“It’s okay. I’ve been sleeping in a lot lately anyway.” He reassured her and picked up one of the boxes. The two proceeded to move the boxes into the previously empty apartment and Jaebeom learned that the girls moving in were college roommates that decided to move in together when (Y/n) had graduated. He also learned that the girl that was unfortunately left to move in their stuff on her own - (Y/n) - was a dance major. 

“I haven’t thanked you yet, so here’s a drink as a thank you.” (Y/n) handed him a glass of lemonade. They were pretty much done with just one more box sitting in the living room, ready to be unpacked. 

“Thanks.” Jaebeom smiled as he wiped the sweat forming on his forehead with the back of his hand, “So, when’s your friend coming back?” He asked after taking a few sips from the refreshing drink. 

“I’m actually not sure.” She shrugged, “She said something happened back home and even she doesn’t know when she’ll come back.” She sighed as she sipped on her own glass. He nodded at that. They stood together in silence as (Y/n) was admiring her new home. 

“What’s her name?” He asked after a moment. 

“Haneul.” She hummed out, her attention still to the now decorated apartment. “We’re moving in together because I’m scared of living alone and I miss living with her.” She chuckled out, taking another sip from her glass as she turned herself to face Jaebeom. “Do you have any flatmates?” She questioned. 

“No,” He shook his head, “I do have five cats, though. They keep me company.” He chuckled. “All of my friends have their own apartments and they’re allergic to cat fur, so I guess it’s fitting.” He shrugged. 

“Five cats?” (Y/n) let out a snort, “You’re one man.” She pointed out. 

“Yeah, they’re assholes sometimes but that’s how cats are like.” He joked. “They do dumb shit, but I love them nonetheless. They’re like my children.” He chuckled as he put the now empty glass onto the kitchen peninsula. 

“What are their names?” She questioned as she put her glass on the counter. 

“Nora, Kunta, Odd, Cake and Baire.” He hummed out. 

“What colours are they?” She asked. Jaebeom stood still as he stared into the living room, the familiar loneliness that had previously disappeared started to fill his mind. 

“I can’t see colours yet.” He muttered out, “Haven’t found my soulmate yet.” The vibe in the room had immediately made a 180 flip, (Y/n) afraid that she had accidentally offended her new neighbour. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.” She apologised softly but Jaebeom shook his head, 

“It’s fine. Most of the people our age have already found their soulmates. I’m just one of the unfortunate few that haven’t.” He turned to her with the corner of his lip lifting slightly to give her a half smile. “Have you met yours yet?” He asked. 

“Nope, and I never will.” She let out a soft sigh. “I started seeing colours when I was a child and I remember crying for months because of how much it hurt.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Jaebeom let out a sigh as well. “I guess we’re a pair of losers without soulmates.” He joked, enticing a chuckle out of her, 

“I guess.” (Y/n) leaned over the counter before turning up to look at him, “Are you actively searching for them?” She questioned. Her tone of voice was suggesting something that Jaebeom had already experienced. Something too familiar. 

“If you’re thinking that way, how about I pick you up tomorrow at 11?” He turned to face his entire body to her. He had to admit, she was a beautiful woman and they had just spent the entire morning moving stuff around without once feeling uncomfortable or awkward. He was sure this time would be different since there was a guarantee she wouldn’t leave him for her soulmate. 

“Again, I’m sorry I disturbed your slumber with how loud I was being.” She apologised as she walked him out into the hallway. 

“It’s seriously no problem. My cats actually woke me up, but I think it’s a good thing.” He waved his hand at her with a smile on his face. 

“Thank you for the help, Jaebeom.” She smiled as she leaned against her doorway. 

“No problem, (Y/n).” He stood in the hallway, only now taking in her beauty as she stood in just a simple tank top and a pair of leggings. (Y/n) was taking in his natural beauty as well. This man was standing in an oversized t shirt and a pair of baggy shorts yet he was still among the most handsome men she had ever laid her eyes upon. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, neighbour.” She giggled as she took a step backwards into her home. 

“Yeah,” Jaebeom nodded and waved at her as she closed her front door. He smiled to himself as he made his way into his apartment only a few doors down from hers and stepped in, Odd greeting him as he did. Nora sat on the cat tower in the living room, immediately sitting up at the arrival of her owner. 

The loud meow coming from the kitchen brought Jaebeom’s attention to an annoyed looking Cake and Baire sitting in front of their empty food bowls. 

“Oh, right.” It was way past breakfast time for the cats and he had accidentally forgotten since he had spent the morning with (Y/n) instead. He quickly filled the food bowls, all of the cats gathering in his kitchen to enjoy their late breakfast as he headed into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

Jaebeom went by his day with his usual routine whenever he wasn't in the studio or practicing; have lunch, spend time composing on his computer, take a nap with at least two of his cats, compose on his keyboard, cuddle with Nora, have dinner, cuddle with all of his cats and shake his head at the daily meme Yugyeom or BamBam would send to their group chat. 

Jaebeom stood outside of (Y/n)’s apartment the next morning, anticipating his date with her. He was surprised when the door opened right as he was about to knock and his jaw went slack when he saw her dressed in a simple crop top and a pair of black denim shorts. 

(Y/n) lets out a giggle as she steps out of her apartment, "Close your mouth before something flies in." Jaebeom quickly closed his mouth, a blush making its way onto his face. 

"S-Shall we?" He cleared his throat and bent his arm for her which she gladly linked her arm around his. 

That day spent together was one of the best Jaebeom had had. He was happy around her; comfortable. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile the entire time, her eyes glinting with joy every time he cracked a bad joke. 

One thing she had that he didn't was the ability to see the strings. (Y/n) could see the strings attaching each others souls and it was up to her to bring lone souls to their other halves. 

That was exactly what she was going to do with Jaebeom. 

She just couldn't let him know what she could see. He would either freak out or pressure her and she couldn't have that. 

"Are you okay?" Jaebeom asked when he noticed that (Y/n) had long been zoned out. 

"Huh?" She turned to him slowly before quickly nodding, "Oh yeah, just thinking about work." She hummed out. She could see his string but she couldn't see who it was attached to. 

»»————-　　————-««

“Goodnight.” Jaebeom hummed out as they stood outside (Y/n)’s apartment. Five months had gone by pretty quickly, Haneul still nowhere to be found and the relationship between (Y/n) and Jaebeom blossoming into something more beautiful than she had actually hoped for. 

“Goodnight, Jaebeom.” She smiled, waving at him as she let herself into the apartment. She looked down at the polaroid picture in her hands of the two together, smiling like an idiot at the way Jaebeom forced a sloppy kiss onto her cheeks just as Jinyoung snapped the photo. 

Her attention from the photo averted when she saw a red string floating around the apartment and leading into Haneul’s room. 

“Eonnie?” She called out to what she thought was an empty apartment. The bedroom door flung open and her roommate immediately threw her arms around (Y/n). 

“(Y/n)!” She happily squealed out as she hugged her tightly, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry I was gone for so long.” She quickly apologised when she pulled away.

“What happened? I thought you weren’t supposed to be home for another few months.” (Y/n) questioned as she looked at her. She was shocked but she was still happy nonetheless. She could once again live with her best friend in the apartment they wanted to fill with memories. 

“My mum forced me out of Jeju. I’m not even exaggerating. She bought me the train ticket and said I had nothing else to worry about and that my aunt was okay.” Haneul giggled as she sat herself on the chair that was behind the kitchen counter. 

“She kicked you out?” (Y/n) snorted as she opened their fridge, “Sounds about right. You keep getting kicked out of places.” She joked, placing a bottle of Cass in front of her and opening one for herself. 

“Yeah, I do.” Haneul chuckles, taking a swig from the bottle of beer. “Where were you? You don’t usually go out this late.” She asked, gesturing to the clock hanging from the kitchen wall. 

(Y/n) turned to the clock, only now realising that it was almost midnight. She had spent the whole day with Jaebeom, she hadn’t even realised that they just spent most of their time in his studio with Jinyoung. 

“I was with a friend.” She hummed out as she took a swig from her bottle.

“A guy friend?” She cocked an eyebrow suggestively. “Who is he? You haven’t had a guy friend in a while.” She giggled. 

“He’s…” (Y/n) trailed off as she turned away from her roommate and leaned against the counter, “Someone I’m trying to help find his soulmate.” She sighed out. Haneul furrowed her brows at that and she stood up, rounding the counter so that she could stand beside (Y/n). 

“You’re still doing that?” She questioned, a hint of anger in her voice. “(Y/n), you actually end up liking these people. Doesn’t it ever get tiring, you know, mentally?” She raised a brow as she looked at her. 

“Sometimes, but I feel like it’s worth it.” (Y/n) shrugged, bringing the bottle to her lips to take a slightly bigger swig. “It’s redeeming, I guess. I’ll never get to meet my soulmate in this lifetime. Might as well help other people meet theirs so they don’t end up like me.” She bit the inside of her cheek as she thought about it. “But, falling in love with him is inevitable.” She let out a sigh. 

“He’s just that perfect?” Haneul questioned softly. 

“He’s just that perfect.” (Y/n) nodded sadly. “He’s everything that I feel like my soulmate could’ve been.” She stared at the tiled wall of the kitchen, “But his soul belongs to someone else and I can’t do anything about that.” She muttered out. Her roommate watched her sadly. 

(Y/n) had this strange need in wanting to help everyone around her even if it cost her something important. That something important was always her partners when she managed to find their soulmates and gave them up so they could be together. 

“You need to stop doing that. It worries me.” She shook her head as she put her hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder, “You deserve someone who makes you happy. Not someone who you’ll let leave eventually. You’ll never be able to be happy with someone when you keep giving your partners away.” She stated. 

Of course Haneul was slightly angry about this. She hated seeing (Y/n) suffer from the breakup when she connects two souls. “Don’t you remember Chan? You dated him for five years in high school and when you found his soulmate, you cried for a whole year.” She brought back the bitter memory, trying to convince (Y/n) otherwise. 

“Don’t bring that up.” She snapped, “Chan is a whole different story. We were in high school. I was dumb enough to love him that much.” She threw Haneul a look, “Ever since Chan, I learned how to not fall in love as hard. It’s easier now.”

Haneul frowns, “You’re already liking this new guy a lot. I can see it. Just let yourself be happy for once and forget his soulmate.” She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, her brown hair starting to slowly fall out of the messy bun she had tied, “I don’t want you to look for his soulmate this time. I want you to be in an actual relationship.”

“Eonnieeeeee-” (Y/n) whined but was quickly cut off.

“No, I’m not letting you.” She shook her head yet again. “I want you to be happy with this guy. Now,” She pulled the half empty bottle of alcohol out of (Y/n)’s hand, “Go sleep. I’ll finish these bottles because I haven’t drank in a while. In the morning, I want you to go see your new friend and spend time with him properly.” She clapped her hands onto her shoulders and started guiding her into her bedroom. 

“Eonnie, it’s unrealistic. Even if I don’t find his soulmate, he’ll probably find them on his own.” (Y/n) stubbornly retaliated but still didn’t really put up much of a fight as she was guided into her room. 

“I don’t care. I don’t want you to look for them for him.” She sternly said after she had pushed her into the room. 

“I-”

“Bup bup!” Haneul raised her hand to cut her off, “Relationship time. No soulmate hunting. Relationship.” (Y/n) let out a sigh before nodding, 

“Okay. I won’t look for his soulmate.” She finally gave in. “Goodnight, Haneul eonnie.” She hummed as Haneul finally started to make her way to her bedroom, both bottles of beer held in between her fingers.

“Goodnight, (Y/n).” She waved at her as she stepped into her own bedroom. 

“Don’t get too drunk!” (Y/n) advised as she watched her immediately start chugging one of the bottles as she closed the door. She let out a chuckle before closing her door and plopped herself onto her bed. The buzz of her phone that came from her purse made her turn over onto her stomach to look at the message.

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

Made a tune while I was thinking about today~ Hope you like it c:

An audio file was attached to it which (Y/n) played. Her heart fluttered when she heard the soft, comforting tune that he had played onto his keyboard. 

Jaebeom waited at his desk for (Y/n)’s response, his foot bouncing nervously as he leaned back in his chair. Was it too cheesy that he told her he technically wrote a small tune for her? 

He stared at his phone as it sat beside his keyboard, anxiously waiting when it buzzed. He immediately picked up his phone and started smiling like an idiot when he saw her reply. 

(Y/n) ｡◕‿◕｡:

It’s so cute (~˘▾˘)~ You’re so talented, Jae!!

Maybe, just maybe, this time (Y/n) could actually let herself fall in love once again. Maybe, this time she could forget that souls are bound and that hopefully, he wouldn’t leave her for his own soulmate.

»»————-　　————-««

“So, what are we doing today?” (Y/n) hums out as she sticks the spoon of ice cream into her mouth, her eyes sending a puzzling look to Jaebeom. He had invited her out without much of a plan and they had spontaneously gotten ice cream and sat themselves on the park bench, the buzz of the park filling their systems as they sat together. 

Despite the low temperature, (Y/n) still craved the cold dessert and Jaebeom just followed because the moment he saw her ice cream cup, he wanted some too. Christmas had just passed, the park still scattered with various Christmas decorations as they sat together on the cold park bench. 

“Anything.” He shrugged, licking his own ice cream, a black mask pulled down to his neck so he could eat. “I just like spending time with you.” His hum made (Y/n) freeze, a blush creeping onto her face as she stared at him with wide eyes. He shot her a cheeky smile, his free hand reaching up to cup her face. Unexpectedly, he pinched her cheek instead, “Aigoooo, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” He teased. 

“Aish.” (Y/n) pulled away from him and adjusted herself so that she could hide her face in her hair. She couldn’t hide her smile though. She took Haneul’s words into thought and for once, decided that maybe she should really give this a chance. She ignored the red string that led out of his chest and felt lighter when she let herself fall for him. 

“You’re cute.” Jaebeom chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her towards him. 

“Stoooppp.” She whined out when he continued to tease her by shaking her shoulders. 

“You’re so cute!” He giggled, squeezing her form against his. 

“Jaebeomieeee, stooop.” (Y/n) continued to whine, feeling more embarrassed for him than for herself. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” He smiled widely as he finally stopped his teasing torture on her. “I’m sorry. Every time I see you, I just wanna pinch your cheeks and squeeze you.” He joked as he leaned back onto the bench. (Y/n) shot him a pout, the blush never disappearing as she looked at him. 

“You’re cute too.” She muttered out. Jaebeom turned to her with a questioning look. “I said you’re cute too. I like your face.” She smiled as she ran a hand through his long hair and ruffled it. He scrunched his nose at her and couldn’t fight the smile that made its way onto his face. 

“What else do you like about me?” He asked as he sat up straighter. 

“Hmmm,” She pretended to take a while to think about it, causing him to nudge her lightly. “A lot.” She giggled, “I like your face a lot. I like your hair even though it keeps getting longer every time we go on dates or hang out. I also like your voice when you sing. It’s really soothing.” She smiled when she saw his cheeks start to redden. “You’re cute when you blush.” She teased, poking his sides lightly and laughed when he flinched. 

They let the silence between them settle as they watched a man play with his dog. Wait, not just any man. The man turned to the two and his face lit up.

“Jaebeom hyung!” Youngjae called out when he saw them. Jaebeom waved at him excitedly as Youngjae ran over, Coco following behind him. To (Y/n), Youngjae’s string was blue. He’s found his soulmate. She thought as she watched him jog over with his dog following behind him. 

“Are you here alone?” He asked when his younger friend approached them. 

“Mark hyung is somewhere here.” Youngjae scratched his head as he looked around to park to see if he could see Mark. “He was doing some tricking but he disappeared when I threw Coco’s frisbee a bit far.” He muttered out before turning to them. “I don’t think we’ve met yet, I’m Youngjae.” He smiled as he bowed to (Y/n). 

“I’m (Y/n).” She stood up and returned to bow. 

“Oh!” His eyes lit up, “You must be the (Y/n) Jaebeom hyung talks about all the time.” He chuckled when Jaebeom shot him a look. (Y/n) turned to Jaebeom who quickly softened his expression when she did so.

“Jaebeomie talks about me a lot?” She smirked at him as his cheeks deeply reddened. 

“All the time!” Youngjae nodded, giddy that he could embarrass his hyung in front of the girl he wouldn’t stop talking about for the past few months. 

“Really?” She turned back to Youngjae with a cheeky grin etched onto her face. “What does he say about me?” She asked. Jaebeom aggressively shook his head at Youngjae, pleading him to not embarrass him in front of her. 

“He hasn’t stopped talking about you ever since he helped you move in. He always talks about this really cute girl who lives across from him and whenever you post on your Instagram he does this:” Youngjae mimicked the way Jaebeom would dance around excitedly. “Then he’ll show us the picture and say ‘look at her! She’s so cute, right?’” 

“Okay! That’s enough!” Jaebeom stood up and pulled (Y/n) gently so she would be behind him, “Youngjae, please stop.” He pleaded softly. Youngjae nodded, finally letting up, 

“Okay, hyung. I’ll stop.” He giggled. Jaebeom let out a relieved sigh and turned around to see that (Y/n) was no longer behind him. 

“Huh, where’d she go?” He questioned as he looked around the park. Youngjae looked around as well, 

“Where’s Coco?” He questioned as well. “Did your girlfriend steal my dog?” He asked with bewildered eyes. 

“I don’t think she did and she’s not my girlfriend.” He shook his head as they continued to search the park. 

“Coco?” Youngjae called out, panic starting to fill him. 

“Wait, over there.” Jaebeom pointed to where Mark was talking to (Y/n), Coco’s leash in her hand. 

“Oh my god, she did steal my dog!” Youngjae exclaimed as the two quickly made their way over to where she was. 

“(Y/n), did you try and steal Coco?” Jaebeom asked her. She turned to him and her eyes widened at his accusation, quickly shaking her head, 

“She was getting restless since Youngjae was talking to you. So, I took her around for a bit and bumped into Mark-ssi.” She gestured to the older man who was crouched on the ground and giving Coco a belly rub. Mark’s string was blue as well.

“I found her while she was running around with Coco.” Mark stated without turning his attention away from the white ball of fluff. “I thought it was weird that she was with a stranger, but (Y/n)-ssi told me she was Jaebeom’s friend.” He stood up, Coco giving him a sad look when he did. “Then I realised she was the girl Jaebeom talks about all the time.” He bit his lip as he gave Jaebeom a mischievous smile. 

“Okay, (Y/n)-ie, let’s go.” Jaebeom huffed out as he held onto her forearm and pulled her away from his friends out of fear of being embarrassed any further. 

“Your friends seem nice.” (Y/n) giggled as she waved to Youngjae and Mark. 

“Did they tell you anything?” Jaebeom muttered out once they were quite a distance from the two. 

“Mark-ssi just told me exactly what Youngjae-ssi told me.” She giggled once more, nudging his shoulder teasingly. “So, you’ve been talking about me a lot and going,” She copied the dance Youngjae had done before, making Jaebeom cover his face in embarrassment. 

She linked her arm with his, pulling his hand away from his face and started walking with him. “It’s okay, I think it’s flattering.” She reassured him, smiling at the way he was avoiding her gaze by keeping his face turned away from her. 

“It’s embarrassing.” He muttered out as he pulled his mask back up over the lower half of his face, still avoiding eye contact with her. She tugged on his arm to the side. 

“Jaebeomie, look at me.” He ignored her request and still avoided her eyes. She looked around, making sure there were no wandering eyes before pulling his mask down. Before he could even ask what she was doing she had pulled his face down and pressed his lips to hers. 

His eyes widened, his brain not having enough time to process what was happening even after she pulled away. Jaebeom stared at her in shock, his face unbelievably red. (Y/n) still had her hands cupping his face before pulling them away quickly. 

“S-Sorry, was that too sudden?” She asked, scared that she had taken it a step too far. 

“I-I. N-no, I’m just. I-I d-didn’t expect that.” He stuttered out as he continued to stare at her with the widest eyes in the world.

“You weren’t looking at me. What else was I supposed to do?” She muttered out as she looked away from him, soft pout on her lips. His eyes moved to her lips and he was unable to stop himself when he leaned down to kiss her once again. His kiss knocked the wind out of (Y/n). 

She wasn’t expecting him to kiss her again, the feeling of his soft lips molding against her own left her completely breathless when he pulled away and she looked up at him with her lips parted. 

“Be my girlfriend.” Jaebeom blurted out. He felt like he had no control over his body and mind anymore. 

“O-Okay.” (Y/n) nodded, still in a blur from the kiss. 

“Really?” He questioned, unsure whether she was just saying it from being flustered or if she was really accepting. She nodded once again, more confidently this time. 

“I’ll be your girlfriend.” Jaebeom nodded his head for clarification. She nodded for the third time and he smiled; widely. 

“Okay.” He took her hand in his. They started walking - without any actual direction - with their hands laced and both their hearts warmed and fluttering. The entire time, (Y/n) was ignoring where Jaebeom’s red string was floating towards, content with the position she had decided to let herself fall into. 

(Y/n)’s hand felt warm in Jaebeom’s. For once, instead of feeling giddy, he felt safe. Her presence brought him comfort and he had never been so sure of a person before. As he glanced over at her while they walked, the glow of the evening sun illuminating their figures as they walked, he was sure he wouldn’t leave her for his soulmate. He would never. He was absolutely sure of it. 

“Jaebeom-ah.” (Y/n) waved her hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times before turning to her with a questioning glance. “We’re at our apartments.” She gestured to the doors that led into their homes. 

“Oh, I didn’t realise.” He muttered out sheepishly. (Y/n) tilted her head slightly at him, 

“What were you thinking about?” She asked as they stood in the hallway, hands still interlocked. 

“Something.” He hummed out, “Nothing you should be too worried about.” He smiled at her slightly. 

“Is it really? You looked like you were thinking about it all the way back.” She pestered. “You can tell me if something’s bothering you. Locking your thoughts and feelings away from other people makes them harder to handle.” 

“It’s nothing major, I promise.” He reassured her, his thumb gently running over her knuckles. 

“Okay, I trust you.” (Y/n) nodded. 

Jaebeom lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, letting out a hum, “Thank you.” She smiled softly. “It’s still quite early. I’ll make you some tea.” He offered as he led her into his apartment. “I hope you’re not allergic to cat fur because it floats everywhere.” He joked as he closed the door to his home. 

This was the first time (Y/n) had actually been into his apartment. Despite spending quite some time with Jaebeom, he had never really invited her into his apartment. They would usually spend their time at his studio or in (Y/n)’s apartment. 

The state that his apartment was in, cat fur floating around and papers, a few clothes and a blanket carelessly thrown onto the living room floor seemed to be the reason why he didn’t invite her in. She ignored the slight mess when one thing excited her the most about being in his apartment; his cats.

“Where are your cats?” She questioned when she noticed that even the cat tower was lacking any of his pets. 

“Probably my bedroom. They tend to hide in there whenever they can smell new people coming into my home.” He answered as he filled his kettle with water and placed it on the stove, “You can go in there. I don’t mind.” He glanced over at her and gestured towards the first door on the left that was left ajar. 

(Y/n) slowly pushed the door open and turned on the lights, eyes widening when she saw eight pairs of eyes staring at her curiously. 

“I found them.” She announced, not too loud as to not scare the cats that were sitting on his bed. She further stepped into his bedroom, her eyes wandering around the room. She caught sight of his desk, an array of papers scattering the desk along with his keyboard and his desktop setup. 

(Y/n) continued to curiously look at his desk. Sticky notes were plastered all over the empty spots around his monitor. She read the sticky notes. Most of them seemed to be from his friends - random jokes and bad puns - while some seemed to be written by himself. One of the yellow pieces of paper caught her eye,

Continue that tune after the date with (Y/n)-ie. 

A smile made its way onto her face the more she read his handwritten notes. 

Keyboard after you spend time with (Y/n)-ie. She gives you ideas.

Don’t forget to feed the cats when you get home. 

She let out a soft giggle at that sticky note before turning her attention to the cats that were on his bed. 

“He really cares about you, huh?” She questioned as she slowly made her way over and sat herself on the edge of the bed, raising her hand to allow them to sniff her. 

The first to approach her was the Siamese, cautiously moving closer to smell her before bumping its head against her hand. The Siamese crawled onto (Y/n)’s lap, startling her slightly at how quick it was becoming acquainted with her. 

“Nora likes you already?” Jaebeom questioned with a chuckle as he walked into the bedroom with two steaming mugs in his hand. (Y/n) turned up to look at him, 

“I let her sniff me a bit and she didn’t seem to mind me that much.” She shrugged as she turned back down to Nora, smiling at the way she was already settling in her lap. (Y/n) placed her hand on the cat’s belly and started to scratch her lightly as Jaebeom sat beside her and handed her one of the mugs. 

“Nora was the first cat I got. She used to live with my parents, but I take her to live with me every once in a while.” He spoke as he looked down at his cat daughter. “Kunta and Odd were the next pair.” 

He clicked his tongue and the other three cats moved over to him to crowd their cat dad. “This is Kunta,” He gestured to the Black Shorthair. “Cake,” He gestured to the Munchkin, “And this is Baire.” He patted his hand onto the Russian Blue that was quick to settle in his lap. “I don’t know where Odd’s gone, but she’s a Turkish Angora.”

“They’re all so cute.” (Y/n) cooed as she gently ran her hand along Nora’s slender body. “Like their dad.” She turned up to Jaebeom with a cheeky smile on her face. He scrunched his nose up at her as he sipped on his tea, 

“Nora acts like me a lot. She eats a lot, sleeps a lot, and sometimes when my keyboard’s on, she’ll jump onto the table and press on the keys.” He chuckled. “Now that she likes you, I guess we have more in common.” 

“So, Mark-ssi and Youngjae-ssi mentioned that you talk about me a lot?” (Y/n) raised a brow at him. 

“Haha,” He let out an awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck, “He’s just saying that to embarrass me.”

“I think it’s flattering.” She giggled. Jaebeom turned to her with an embarrass look in his eyes as he stood up. 

“Well, they’re my best friends. I don’t blame them for wanting to embarrass me all the time.” He chuckled as he made his way over to his desk. “They keep me thinking straight and positive. Especially whenever they come over and Yugyeom leaves these sticky notes.” He pulled on one of the pieces of paper off of the wall and handed it to her.

“That’s cute.” (Y/n) cooed. 

Hyung! Why did the bear have such bad mood swings? He was a BIpolar bear! :D

She let out a soft laugh when she read the note. 

“He sounds like a very positive person.” She pointed out. He nodded as he pulled another sticky note off of the wall, 

“This one’s from BamBam. He tries to do what Yugyeom does, but he tends to forget and instead ends up making Mark hyung angry instead.” He snorted as he handed the other sticky note to her. 

“How many members are there in your group? I don’t think I’ve met all of them yet. I’ve only met Jinyoung-ssi, Youngjae-ssi and Mark-ssi.” She questioned as she read the sticky note. 

“Seven. It’s me, Mark hyung, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam and Yugyeom.” He replied with his back turned to her as he read the sticky notes. “We’re like a whole family. They’re my brothers.” He turned to her with a smile on his face. 

(Y/n)’s felt her heart melt as she watched Jaebeom turn back to his table to look through his stuff. She could feel the genuine love he had for his friends when he found a polaroid picture of them sitting under his mess of papers, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he turned around and sat beside her, 

“We took this on my birthday.” He held the picture up, allowing her to look at it, “Mark hyung planned a surprise party for me and they threw me into the pool at the house we were staying at while we were shooting a reality show.” He laughed as he recalled the memory. 

“You guys seem really close knit, huh?” She questioned as she looked at the picture. Jaebeom was obviously soaking but he was still wearing the biggest smile on his face as he stood with his six friends. 

“They mean a lot to me. I don’t know what I would do without them.” He hummed out as he leaned back on his arms when she took the picture between her thumb and her index fingers. “Yugyeom and I are the only ones who haven’t met our soulmates yet.” He sighed. (Y/n) felt her body tense up. His soulmate. She had completely forgotten he had a soulmate. His own soulmate. 

(Y/n) turned around to Jaebeom, about to say something but his attention was towards Cake. She looked at his red string, watching the way it was floating ever so gently. She bit her lip and made her decision. He deserves to see colour. 

“Jaebeom-ah,” She called to him to get him to turn to her, “I’m going to head home first.” She spoke as she stood up. Jaebeom frowned slightly as he sat up straighter, 

“Already?” He questioned as he took her hands to stop her from moving away. She nodded, 

“I’m a bit tired. Coco has a lot of energy.” She smiled softly, swaying his hands gently. 

“I’ll walk you out.” Jaebeom nods, hiding his slight disappointment at her departure as he stood up and walked her to his front door. “Text me when you get back.” He joked and opened the door. 

(Y/n) let out a laugh as she nodded, “Okay, I will.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Goodnight, Jaebeomie.” She smiled. 

“Goodnight, (Y/n)-ie.” He bit his lip, smiling back as he watched her head into her apartment. He closed the door once she had stepped in but didn’t realise that she had stepped back out.

She stared at the faint red string that was floating out of his apartment and leading into hers with a dropped heart. 

“(Y/n)?” Haneul’s voice only added to her despair as her confused roommate stepped out with her. “Why are you just standing out here?” She questioned. (Y/n)’s eyes followed the red string that was attached to Haneul’s chest and she slowly looked up to meet her eyes. She let out a shaky breath as the pieces were being laid out in her head. 

It was Haneul

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(Y/n) laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling with her legs dangling off the edge. Her phone buzzed for the tenth time that morning and she knew who it was from. She just couldn’t bring herself to talk to him, but when the door knocked a few times, she finally checked the messages.

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

Are you okay? 

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

I’m bringing over pastries and chocolate

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

I left them outside, they’re hanging from the doorknob. I hope you feel better soon <3

(Y/n) let out a sigh as she sat up from her bed. Haneul left earlier that morning to get to work which meant no one was home. Unfortunately for (Y/n), her schedule was free for the next few days which left her free for a while. Jaebeom knew that, too. 

She trudged over to the door with a heavy heart. How could she keep Jaebeom away from his soulmate? But how could she just let him slip past her fingers? She opened the door slowly, making sure he wasn’t outside before taking the paper bag that was hanging from the doorknob into the apartment and closing the door. 

Was it too cruel for (Y/n) to not let them meet? How could she have been so stupid in ignoring his string and letting herself fall for him. But more importantly, how could she have not seen the string whenever they were in the hallway? 

Since they’re strings were still red, it was obvious that they still had yet to meet each other. But what was (Y/n) going to do when they would? She couldn’t run away like she did with Chan. She couldn’t leave him as easily since she knew that she had already fallen off that dangerous edge. She was in love. So goddamn hopelessly in love with Im Jaebeom. All because she decided to ignore the strings. 

(Y/n) looked down at her chest and at her string as she stood in her kitchen. The black string that was hanging dead instead of floating. The string that had looked as though it had been ripped at a foot’s length. 

She hated it. 

It was a bitter reminder that she would never experience the bliss of being with her soulmate. She wanted to rip it out of her chest but she couldn’t even touch it. 

The world was cruel and Jaebeom was a reminder to (Y/n) that it was. 

(Y/n) munched on the chocolate croissant that Jaebeom had left outside her apartment. Her mind was filled to the brim as she contemplated her choices. 

She could let them meet and let them be happy.

She tries her best to make sure they never meet so she can be with Jaebeom. 

Both options were painful to her. She knew she would forever be wracked with guilt if she would never let Jaebeom meet his soulmate. She had to make a decision and time was running out.

Sad Ending || Happy Ending

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[tuancore]

Purple Hearts || {Part 1} :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader

Genre- Angst | Non-Idol AU, Disorder AU

Summary- I will continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing, but I won't let my love come in between your happiness.

*GIF not mine, credits to the owner*

Holding a bouquet of flowers you ran around the streets bumping into a few people, the bouquet so huge that you couldn't even properly see the road in front of you.

"I'm sorry!", You shouted after bumping into the fifth person, thankfully the sun has set otherwise all those people might form a communion and beat you in the middle of the road, taking a final turn, you ran even faster towards the venue.

"What took you so long?!" Someone called you from behind, siding the bouquet slightly you saw the person's face, a sarcastic smile adorning your face, "Ahh... Jackson Wang...Do you want me to slam these flowers on your head?".

"Of course not! Those flowers are looking perfect exactly where they are", He surrendered raising his hands, he examined your dress from head to toe, "You were running in a floor length dress?".

"I'm just gonna kill that Mushroom head!", You growled shoving the bouquet in Jackson's hands, "Woah, it's actually heavy, how did you even manage to carry it and run around", he praised you.

"Don't be so flattered, I've bumped into five people on my way, almost got hit by a pole three times, and even stumbled multiple times due to my heels", You huffed in annoyance.

"Life is hard I guess, I thought Yugyeom went to take the flowers?", He questioned.

"He backed off to flirt with girls, He's dead meat for sure once I find him", You said roaming your eyes in hopes for finding your good for nothing brother.

"I think I saw him around the drinks section—" That's what you needed to hear, lifting up your dress a little you walked away, "Jackson please take those flowers to my stupid friend I've to see my beloved brother, thank you...".

Standing a metre away from Yugyeom, you saw him standing in the centre with two girls surrounding him, one with blonde hair seemed to be too much immersed into the conversation or maybe into Yugyeom, she ran her well manicured nails on the fabric of his shirt. Another brunette had her arms linked with him.

A pure wave of disgust hitting you seeing your brother's not very well flirting skills, it was so clear from the body language of those girls that they wanted nothing but to get into your brother's pants.

You strode towards Yugyeom shoving the two girls, holding onto his collar harshly, "How dare you?! How dare you do this to me? To us?", You sniffed loudly, gladly the party had some loud music and busy people who weren't really paying any attention to your tantrums.

"W—What?" He stammered shocked to see you crying. The girls glared at you ready to claw your eyes out, but you faced them tears brimming in your eyes, they seemed to be taken back.

"Please don't get lured by him and his sugar coated words", You glared at him, "We dated for two years, even after being in a relationship with me he cheated on me with multiple other girls and when I told him that I was pregnant, he left me....", You sobbed hugging the blonde, "Please don't trust him, he's a player, top notch....".

"What the fuck are you saying n—", He yelled.

"See now he's mad at me because I revealed his true face....".

"Yugyeom, I'll see you later I think my mother is looking for me!", The blonde said, walking away while the brunette advised, "You shouldn't do that to a girl, she's so pretty why don't you just accept her and your baby".

"Wait!" He yelled but none of them turned back, "The fuck would you say something like that Noona!".

Wiping away your tears you scoffed, "I have every rights to do what I did I'm your elder sister, plus that's what you get for sending me to bring those flowers!".

"What?! Now because of your little revenge, I've lost the chances of actually being with someone", he grimaced staring at the girls from back. Smacking his head, you frowned, "I can't believe that you're my brother, your standard is so low. If nothing you want to date playgirls, eww Kim Yugyeom!".

"One orange juice please", Turning around you asked the bartender.

"So now we are talking about standards hm? Atleast I have guts to confess while on the other hand you don't even have the guts to confess to—", You hushed him pressing your palm to his lips, slowly shaking your head.

"Don't...Not today atleast...hm...", Your gaze turning utter soft. He nodded with a defeated sigh.

This party was thrown for no one else but your bestfriend to celebrate his success for starting his own company, and you didn't want anything to go wrong.

"Noona, Why is Jackson hyung roaming like a lost puppy with those flowers?" Yugyeom asked pointing at Jackson, his words made you choke on your drink.

Great! You forgot to tell Jackson where to actually bring that bouquet. Since those flowers holds a special place in your bestfriend's heart you had to bring it for him especially when today's such a fortunate day for him.

"You idiot those are not just flowers, those are those flowers which I asked you to bring and you ended up here to flirt with bitches", You rebuked glaring at your brother.

"Oopsie", Yugyeom giggled sipping on his cocktail bringing his free hand to catch his ears.

"I'll be back", You rushed towards Jackson grabbing the flowers from him, "Thanks Jackson, you're the best!".

Stepping inside the mansion, you climbed the stairs leading to the terrace in a hurry, You knew his mansion like the back of your hand, how can you not when you grew up playing in this place, "Damn these heels and damn the heaviness of the bouquet".

Panting heavily you managed to push open the door to the terrace, but you forgot to notice a marble piece ahead putting your foot inside you lost your balance, preparing yourself for a hard hit, you closed your eyes.

"Be careful", A pair of arms catching you few feet up from the surface, "You should see and walk, what if you get hurt?".

"Thanks for saving me again my savior", You chuckled picking the flowers from ground handing him, "And here you go with your purple roses".

"Thanks.....actually I want to show you something", He added, putting his hands on your shoulders guiding you towards a small table which was decorated with scented candles and flowers with two chairs, on four corners it had pillars with lightings, rose petals sprawled on the ground.

Your eyes lit up at the arrangement, everything looked so romantic and perfect, walking closely you inspected the entire set up, your eyes landing on a small red velvet box.

"I can't believe it that you did everything on your own, it's so beautiful!" You squealed in excitement, clapping your hands.

"I'm glad you liked it", He said, his hands shoved in his dress pants pockets, "It really took a lot in me to go this far".

Holding the velvety box, he opened it taking off a beautiful diamond ring from it, extending it towards you with a soft smile, eyeing the ring lovingly you declared, "It's so beautiful....".

"I know. Do you think Somi will like it?" He exclaimed with hopeful eyes. Holding his hands gently, you whispered "She'll love it".

"Do you think she'll say yes to me?", He smiled nervously locking eyes with you, searching for some hope.

"She'll say yes to you, trust me", You breathed, squeezing his hands lightly in a reassuring way with a gorgeous smile.

He grinned happily hugging you to his chest with his hand holding your head, your nostrils filling up with his cologne which always managed to drove you into frenzy, for a moment you didn't want him to let you go, his embrace being your safe place.

Gulping an invisible knot in your throat you pulled away from his embrace, "Look it's already 7:50....I must go... Somi might be here any moment, don't screw this up, be a man and get your girl".

You turned to leave but he held your wrist turning you over to face him again, You confusedly glanced where he was holding your hand.

"Thank you for bringing these purple roses, they're very special to me".

"I'm your bestfriend stupid, don't thank me for it".

Still with your wrist in his hands, he leaned over to pluck a purple rose from the bouquet, "Here.... to the most wonderful person in my life", he extended the rose for you to hold.

You could feel your eyes getting glossy as you stared at the rose and then at him, "Thank you", You mumbled taking the flower from his grasp.

"All the best Jinyoung".

Stumbling your way downstairs, you locked yourself inside the library, your tears finally streaming down your face, the purple rose in your hand making you sob harder.

This is it. This is where your heart ends, you finally gave the person whom you have loved all your life, your first friend, your only bestfriend, your first love and maybe the only person you'll ever love in your life, Jinyoung to someone else.

"One of us had to sacrifice and I can't see you getting heartbroken, so instead I'll give up on my love for you.... Jinyoung. Atleast one of us must get their love", You cried bringing the rose to your lips.

Part 2 | Master list |

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(A/N :- Hey!! I'm back buds with another Jinyoung FF, I hope you're all gonna like it as well. Thank you so much and I'm quite excited myself! Weeeewoooo!!)

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

Wishful Thinking

Summary: Hate falls away in loves eyes, love doesn’t comprehend hate. For if God really hated Jaebeom like he hated him, why would he give him someone like you. 

Oneshot 

Jaebeom x Reader 

At first, Jaebeom didn’t know what to do after he was outcasted from Heaven, having differing views from God. That if a person has good intentions and a kind heart that they should be let in no matter the sins they committed. God didn’t like that idea, and when he sent Jaebeom down, ripping off his pure white wings, screaming in agony as he was pushed out of the clouds, black wings grew from the holes of his white wings. His wings caught him just before he had a sudden stop of death, this time if he died unnaturally he would end up in the pool of souls.

There, he was mindlessly walking about his wings hidden from mortals, watching guardian angels protect their humans, a job he once had. Until he was promoted to the conference room to help make new creatures for Earth, and help God on decisions-making. The only decisions were agreements when God spoke, and what he said was final, but did that make him right? He decided to figure that out, going to church on Sundays, seeing which religion lined up with God’s teachings. But every time he went to one, he was more and more confused, shouldn’t have God outright told them? What is just and unjust? But maybe he was wrong, maybe God was wrong in his decisions, that maybe they weren’t right. There were things that some religions talked about, that God would be furious about, but he still lets them exist. So who is in the wrong? For you can only take blame on so much, were humans really the same when he was first alive? Moreover, he was finding that most humans were pure-hearted individuals with bad backgrounds, leading them astray. That humans were the ones in the right, always trying to do their best, even when the balance is heavily one-sided. While God was always pressuring on the opposite side, saying they had the balance off, and like a child wouldn’t except them if they were anything less than perfect. For that’s what God’s angels were, perfect, nothing more, nothing less, that is what he likes. It was starting to make him angry, but one can only be mad at God for so long before they find other things within their life. 

He focused his energies in helping people onto the right path, but on the same hand he hated God. His heart between a rock and a hard place, to help people get up to God, or beat God up. He chose the rock, and it seemed like that was a minor solution to his bigger problem. It worked for a time, before he fell in love, they say all hate goes away in the eyes of love. When he fell in love with (Y/n) it was like he was falling from Heaven all over again, it was sudden, and he had no way of stopping it. Not even in his wildest fantasies, his heart was all for them, and no one else. 

(Y/n), that’s their name, to even it speak it he feels unworthy, for how could such a beautiful creature ever look at him the same. They are human, for once he is so thankful God made him a fallen angel, since this no longer a rule he can break. He is free to fall in love with whoever he wants, and who he wants is them. 

(Your pov) 

Jaebeom owns my heart, but I have no idea how to tell him. Because every time I have tried to tell him, something has come up. When I had made him cupcakes spelling out ‘Will you be mine?’ with a heart, and my cat got on the counter and ended up knocking the tray on the floor. The day I was going to tell him in person he had to go to a meeting with the big guy in the sky. I’ve tried everything, but he’s oblivious, and I mean oblivious. I wore a shirt that said, “Damn I wish I was your lover” and I asked him to read it out loud and he thought it was cute new trend.

Today is Jaebeom’s supposed birthday, because no one really knows when he was born. It is the day he descended to Earth, so our group of friends decided to celebrate it. 

Chaos is how I can describe his birthday, but sweet chaos, the kind that makes you feel fuzzy. Everyone flittering around, chatting and speaking with or about the birthday boy. Laughter is all you can hear throughout the house. Jaebeom rolling his eyes at Jackson's joke grinning at him. The punch bowl being spiked by the one and only Mark. That little devil, I catch Jaebeom's gaze and gesture for him to dance with me. Laughing with him until the word, 'Cake' was announced by Jinyoung who started singing Happy Birthday. Everyone pitching in loudly, some chaotically screaming the song, "Make a wish Jaebeom-ah!" Yugyeom and Bambam yell as Jaebeom blows out the candles, and gives them a pointed look. He rolls his eyes letting them slide for the day. 

After the party was over, we ended up slow dancing in the living room, when I decided this was it. “I love you, Jaebeom” I announce to him proudly, with a big smile and his mouth drops in shock, pulling away from me. That’s when I knew I messed it all up, the signs I thought I was seeing was just my mind playing tricks on me, “I’m-I’m sorry, I just, I just thought you should know-” I make a move to leave when he catches my arm and pulls me into him, “I love you too, I didn’t expect you to feel the same way for me…” I put my head on his shoulder and ask softly, “Why? Is it because you’re a fallen angel?” “Yeah, who could love someone like me-” “Me, I love you, Jaebeom, I would love you even if you were a snail,...” “I--Really?” I nod looking at him, “I’ve tried to tell you for a while…” He pulls away slightly, “Don’t tell me that shirt was--” I look him dead in the eyes, “You think?” He puts his head to his palm, “I really am oblivious aren’t I?” I laugh, “Yeah, but I love you nonetheless.” I kiss his nose, and he smiles, pulling me back into him to slow dance to a different song.

(Jaebeom's pov)

"My wish came true"

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