#jinyoung slight angst

[emojellyace08]

Hiii! I love the way you write and I was wondering if I could make a request (only if you want)

So how about the lookism boys reaction to an extremely beautiful and ethereal fem!reader who is like so feminine and ethereal she looks like a princess from a fairytale and even animals love her??

Anyways remember to stay safe and healthy!!

Lookism Men x Stunning Fem! Reader

Hiii Thanks for the request @jejegilipollas! This kind of reminds me of a Disney Princess reader! I'll be doing headcannons for almost every Lookism Men so I wouldn't leave out who you actually simp for xD. And remember all of us are really pretty in our on ways and we're all equal. And stay safe and healthy too! Warnings: insecurities, mentions of trauma, mature themes for the bottom/second part Genre: fluff ☁️ angst 🥀, slight lemon/smut 🍋 slight crack (comedy)🧨 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Jerry Kwon/Johan Seong/Jake Kim/Sinu Han/Duke Pyeon/Jace Park/Line Man/Brad Lee/Jiho Park/Magami Kenta/Young Jinyoung Park/Young Gapryong Kim/Jichang Kwak/Taesoo Ma/Xiaoleoung/Jihan Kwak/Jibeom Kwak/Yuseong

He doesn't really prioritize having a "Goddess or too good to be true looking girlfriend" since he already has lots of trauma and he's been really stressful lately. So having a dependable, trust-worthy, and helpful partner is enough for him.

But when he saw you, a transferee student/staff on his school/working place he couldn't stop staring at you. He may look like a creep so when you turn in his direction, so he'll look away pretty fast. But you took notice of this and knowing your friendly personality and warm vibes, you thought befriending him isn't a bad idea.

So when you approached him, he couldn't help but to blush and be awkward around you. He thinks that you're too good for him and he's out of your league. Your smart, pretty, kind, you name it. Because of his insecurities getting in his way, he doesn't really know if he even deserves to stay beside you. But after getting to know you better, you're not really a judgmental person and you're always staying beside him even when things aren't really going well for him. So he really learned how to trust you more.

He's also the type to innocently admire your beauty. He'll definitely shower you with lots of pure compliments! "Hi Y/N!" "Oh hello." you greeted him back with a soft voice as he noticed your hair tied in a different hair style since you often let your hair be loose down. "Your hair looks pretty today." he complimented you while rubbing his nape feeling shy. "Oh really? Thank you!" you smiled back at him, you've been feeling down lately because of your pretty privilege making you insecure. But his compliments just makes your day better. "Yeah, no problem."

You may not know it but it's obvious that he's an animal lover. And he always adopts or feed stray pups and kittens who either lost their way or have gotten abandoned by their animal parent or owner. So you asked him about this and he seems pretty flustered when you brought about the topic and you couldn't help but to giggle at his reaction. Oh God, your voice sounds so pretty. He really can't help but to admire you even more. He just really can't help but to compliment you a lot though you can hear the shy and bashful tone beneath his voice.

So when you're walking home after school/work, you saw a little kitten crying near the road. You decided to gently approach the animal since it can get hurt by a vehicle if you just let it be. You called for it's attention with a sweet voice. And unexpectedly, the cute furball didn't hesitate to rub her body on your leg making you chuckle. "You found a stray kitten?" you heard a familiar voice as you turned around to see that it's just him making you sigh. "Jesus, you scared me" you replied back as he softly chuckled and squatted down beside you making sure that he wouldn't scare the kitten away. "Shh, don't worry little one he's a nice guy" you cooed as he was shocked at your statement. Him? A nice guy? He couldn't help but frown thinking about the things he have done and the names people called him. He feels like you're too good for him, yet you're like a fire in a cold snowy weather. It may seems like your warm feeling can hurt him, but it's in fact the opposite. You made him feel, what's the word. Relaxed? Comfortable? He doesn't really know as he couldn't stay away from you no matter how many times he tried.

"So umm..." "Yes?" you asked him in a sweet tone as he tried completing his sentence, he couldn't help but stutter since he's been hiding his true feelings for you for a long time now. "I have pet food on my house, would you mind if we take her home?" he requested as your eyes sparkled. "Really? Sure! I was also planning to buy her food since it looks like she hasn't been fed for days." "Okay, but do you think you can carry her? Stray cats may have rabies if you got bitten y'know" he reminded you as you chuckled once again. "Don't worry. She let me touch her and it seems like she's getting used with my presence" "Sure. Let's go now" he stood up as you picked the little kitty on your warm arms. "So what will you name her?" he asked on his way home as you followed next to him. "Meowy!" (Chainsaw Man reference lol) "Meowy?" "Yeah. I couldn't think of a cool name. And when I saw her she didn't even hesitate to greet me, so I think Meowy will be her name" you stated as he can still see the light behind your eyes (MCR reference lol) as you petted the animal already felling asleep. He smiled at you as he thought how not only how beautiful you are, you also have a good heart. "Meowy is a pretty name. You should keep it" he replied back as you smiled at him and continued to thank him for helping you out on taking care of the little kitten. Can he just enjoy this moment with you? He have forgotten the danger outside the world as he has the desire to protect you. You really are his sunshine.

Gun Park/Samuel Seo/James Lee or DG/Magami Kenta/Hudson Ahn/Vin Ho Bin(Vin Jin)/Cheong Taejin/Mandeok/Olly Wang/Jiho Park (villain arc)

For the most part, he's not the type to be looking for a date unlike the others. He's not a hopeless romantic.

Though if he founds someone attractive he can't help himself to do the fling with them, releasing his stress on someone while making himself feel good. Yep, he's only fucking someone just so he can pleasure himself. Nothing more and nothing less.

But he can't help but to curious the moment he laid his eyes on you. You're cute to be honest, he won't deny that. You look and act so fragile, innocent most likely. You're also very gentle, sweet and passionate. Contrasting his wild and bold side. He's like a wild animal. He's harsh, aggressive and cold. He never has the desire to be involved on a romantic relationship. He finds the idea of it cringy to be honest. He finds it making him vulnerable. And he finds the idea of having a soft spot on someone well what's the word, to be honest he can't put words on the idea of it.

He does wonder sometimes if he actually lived a decent life, but that doesn't mean that he has regrets of becoming who he is today. He's strong and he can handle things on his own which makes him proud of himself. But hearing it from you and showering him with pure and genuine compliments sounds and feel very different. "Wow! You're so cool and strong!" you stated as your eyes sparkled like little stars on the dark, starry night. He smirked at this, he must admit that you look so innocent and if you continued to act like this, he wouldn't hesitate to give you a kiss if he's more affectionate. "Well I know" he simply replied. Thinking about this moments make his head ache and his stomach grumble. It's not because he's sick, but is it because of what most called butterflies? He chuckled at the thought of it. It's useless. He doesn't need anybody let alone a girl, but he'll often look for your presence when you and him are away for each other even if it's not a very long time.

And it makes him wonder why do you always stay on his side. You and him are too different. You actually lived a decent and peaceful life with a healthy environment, unlike him who's always surrounded by thugs and who's often obsessed with money, power, drugs, alcohol and sex. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he does like you. That's why he's always pushing you away. He doesn't want you to get hurt. And he'll definitely kicked someone's ass if they ever tried to lay their hands on you.

"Hey," he called for your attention as you looked at him with those doe-like eyes. His voice sounds a bit harsh and demanding, but after getting to know him better and getting close to him you know that he's just like that to everybody. And you know that he actually doesn't mean it to be like that. "Yes?" you asked him softly as he made eye-contact. "Why do you always stay next to me?" he asked curiously as it made you slightly upset to be honest. Does he think of you as a burden? Are you annoying? Well despite you always getting compliments from other people about how you look like a princess or Goddess that popped on a fairy tail and given life, you're actually insecure about yourself. Your gentle and feminine side can be annoying to some. You can't help but to feel like a little child that always needed to be protected and taken care of. And you often cared too much about others making you a people pleaser. "What do you mean?" you chuckled trying to hide your distress but he took notice of this. He doesn't mean to be rude, he sighed as he reconstructed his statement since you misunderstood it in the wrong way. "I mean, why do you stay beside me? You can get hurt you know?" he stated as your eyes sparkled once again. "Ahh, you mean in that way?" "Yeah." "Well, because you're really nice!" you honestly answered as he was shocked by your response. Really? Most people viewed him as an asshole for beating them up for his work. "You're joking right?" "Why do you think I'm joking? You're strong, kind well in some times, and you actually protected me when I need help." you smiled at him once again as he looked from a different direction trying to hide his blush. So far, that's the most genuine compliment he got from someone else.

And he also took notice of how gentle you are with animals. Not only you help out other people, but also those street kittens and pups that randomly pop up on streets. He just finds owning a pet a bit stressful since he already has lots of responsibility in his shoulders. "PLEASE CAN WE ADOPT HIM!" you pleaded as you cling on his arms making him groan. "No." "WHY!" "Well, I can't take care of it and I don't want to." he answered honestly but in a brutal way making you frown. If you have dog ears right now it will droop down and your eyes got bigger again like you're about to cry. "Please? I'll take care of it..." you put your hands together begging as he stares at you. He honestly find it cringy since he doesn't know if you're doing that on purpose or if you're just too soft. Not being able to stop you, he sighed. "Fine, but don't ask me to be his babysitter." he looked away as you smiled once again. "C'mon just tell me that you also find him cute!" "Shut up..." he may sound rude, but you can see that little smirk forming on his lips.

Goo Kim/Jake Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei/Yoojin/Sinu Han

This men will be a 100% simp for you (especially Goo and Ryuhei). He just founds you really hot, cute and pretty! Well you name it.

In some levels, they do care about their partner's appearance (remember having preferences are not bad ladies and gentle man). But they actually do not belittle others who are not their taste especially women since for the most part. He's a gentleman (or he tries to be).

To be honest, they're just secretly horny lmao. Remember they're still men so having a partner with a beautiful face and body just makes him worked up. Like, you don't have a right to be this pretty (he just praises you at this point).

But he does know deep inside that looks are not just a fundamental in having a partner. He does care about personality. He just honestly can't stand women who looks hot but just acts annoying and bitchy most of the time. It turns him off the most. But meeting you is one of the best blessing he have. Not only you look like a deity, but you also act like one. He just thought you're an angel who fell from the sky, in this hellish place called Earth. Did God sent you for him? Is life not finally being an ass to him? Who knows.

He'll also compliment you 24/7. Like his mouth just wouldn't stop talking about you. Like, in some levels you kind of find it annoying especially if you're the quiet one. You also probably thought at first that he's a perv but he's just being honest and appreciative! So you just brushed it off and you actually started appreciating his comments about you since it's not harming you in anyways. In fact it also boosts your confidence even more. "Y/N do you know how pretty you are?" he teased just to get a reaction out of you (and he also likes making you smile H:LKHDL:KHAL:KFH:LDKHA) "Of course I do" you smirked as you played along with him. "Well you actually look like a koala" "HEY THAT'S RUDE!" you stated as he laughed at your reaction "BUT KOALAS ARE CUTE!".

He also finds it adorable when you adopt stray animals. He just finds you "waifu material" girl. He also fantasizes about adopting 5 kittens or puppies with you and living on a peaceful and small town. You know, just the normal couple living their best life. Though he wouldn't be open about it since he finds it lowkey embarrassing lmao. "BABE! I FOUND A KITTEN ON A STREET!" "C'mon Y/N it's the fifth time you adopted a cat. Are you making an orphanage out of animals?" he teased as your kitten named Pebbles cling into him like a toddler begging for his dad's attention. "Please? I already have a name for her" you pleaded as he sighed knowing that he can't stop your motherly behavior with animals and besides he finds the cat cute too, it's a pure white kitten with blue sapphire like eyes. "What's her name though?" he asked curiously as you smiled and named the cat Snow. "Why won't you name her Elsa?" "C'mon love you make too much jokes." you sighed trying not to laugh as he chuckled at your reaction. "I'm just kidding, besides Snow's a really fitting name." he gently picked the cat on your arms and petting it. He just finds you daring. You're more than just your looks and he finds that fascinating :3.

A/N: I hope you really like it! It's kind of rushed yet late lmao. And I'm more of a cat person than a dog person but I still hoped you liked it!

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-Minho

Part III of Mafia!Minho, bitches. Saddle up. A/N: I know this isn't SKZ!Pack, but it's been in the works for a looooong time and I wanted you to have it. <3

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Mafia!Minho, Lee Minho, Lee Know, Minho, Y/N, FemReader, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, Minho x you, Minho x reader, Mafia AU, Part III, Skz imagines, Skz reactions, SKZ scenarios, Fluff, Angst

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Warnings: Mafia Shit-guns, death, illegal dealings, daddy issues and misogyny, allusions to sexual assault and rape, loss of viriginity, blood. Mentions of previous pregnancy loss, miscarriage, current pregnancy. Breeding Kink, kinda? You'll see. Minho's just REALLY in to pregnant reader. 😂

"He's dead."

His blunt, cold words ricochet around the inside of your head, like a round fired too hastily from a gun, sloppy and dangerous, wounding everything they touch.

There's no way. There's no fucking way.

You say as much.

"That can't be true-"

His face contorts in anger, and he leans down to pinch your chin in a vicious grip that makes you wince, yanking your head back to meet his gaze, hot and pinning.

"It is true. Would you like to see the pictures, girl? The reports from Lim? His blood splattered across the wall?"

You sink to the floor.

Not JinYoung. Not your brother. Fuck, it can't be-

He straightens, releasing his iron grip on you and straightening his suit, glaring down at you with little more than cold disdain in his dark, narrowed eyes.

"He's dead, and you're worthless." He growls out, stuffing his hands into his pockets and considering you with something akin to disgust twisting his features.

Hot tears fill your eyes, and your fists clench in your lap, twisting the fabric of your dress.

You bite your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood, and will yourself not to let a tear fall for him to see.

He scoffs, reaching down once more to take your chin in pinching fingers, making you whimper.

His eyes darken at the sound, as if he's a predator that has sensed weakness in his prey.

"You're worthless to me until you're wed." He hisses out, teeth clenched, muscle in his cheek bulging. "Remember that. You are nothing without a man in this world, girl, nothing."

He releases you without another word or look in your direction, whirling on his heel and stalking down the hallway, slamming the door to his office, probably already on the phone yelling at some poor inferior for killing his son.

You let your chin drop to your chest, and squeeze your eyes shut as you take several harsh, shuddering breaths, clenching and unclenching your fists.

It was his fault JinYoung was dead. His fault you were now all alone.

There was nothing you could do about it, not realistically, but you hated him for it all the same.

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"You're thinking too much again."

You jump slightly at the sound of Minho's voice, still husky with sleep, his fingers finding the warmth of your bare skin beneath the blankets.

You sigh, wanting to be irritated at his perception when it comes to you, but can't quite manage, not when his fingers are tickling your sides.

"How did you know?"

"Mm." Minho hums beneath his breath, pushing himself up behind where you lie propped on your elbow in the big bed, staring out the window at the slowly rising sun.

His fingers trace up the curling lines of the snake that wraps your spine.

"I know everything about you, princess." He replies in a murmur, fingers still slowly ticking their way up your spine. You hear a slight smile enter his voice. "Well, that, and your thoughts are so loud currently that I feel like you're speaking audibly."

You give another sigh, this one conceding, and feel Minho brush a light kiss across the family crest that marks your shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, princess. I promise you."

You feel panic well into your throat at the surety behind his words.

"It wasn't okay before." You blurt out without really considering, hand tracing down beneath the blankets without thought to rest on the small swell of your belly.

It's normal not to feel any movement yet, you know that, and yet-

Minho's soothing, firm voice sounds in your ear, his warm breath brushing across your cheek, grounding you.

"That was before. This is now."

The surety is still there beneath his words-strong and constant-and yet, the acidic taste of panic is still slowly filling your mouth, making it hard to breathe.

"Princess." Minho says in a low tone, taking not of the rapid rise and fall of your chest. "Look at me."

His hand snakes around the front of your throat, and he gently squeezes with his fingers, angling your head back until you're staring up at him, his gaze serious and dark.

You drink him in like you're parched and he's the only water source-the soft curve of his lips, the upper fuller than the lower, the tan sheen of his skin, the sharp angles of his face, the dark wave to his tousled hair, the black ink trailing across his upper chest and arms, teasing at his throat, the pink, fading scars littered across his otherwise flawless flesh.

Minho is the only thing in this moment that's keeping you sane, and you hold onto that thread with a desperate fervency that frightens even yourself.

The corner of his mouth curves slightly as he stares at you, one hand around your throat to keep you in place, the other slipping beneath the blankets to cover your own where it rests on your bare belly.

You glance down, and the sight of his inked fingers covering your own calm the hammering of your heart.

"It's going to be okay." Minho repeats softly, firmly. "Whatever happens, princess, we're going to be okay."

You stare up at him and force a shuddering breath from your lungs, your fingers intertwining with his own.

"Okay." You whisper back with finality, because whatever happens, with Minho here, you're going to be okay.

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You pause, hand splayed on the cool, carved wood of the door, and glance behind you to where Minho stands, several feet back, lingering in the mouth of the darkened hallway.

"You're not coming in?" You question softly, hesitantly, sudden butterflies swarming in your stomach.

Minho arches a brow, leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable.

"Do you want me to go with you?" He queries back, voice low and neutral.

You hear the quiet chatter of men's voices from beyond the door, the clink of glasses, and a shudder of fear goes down your spine at the thought of facing them alone.

"I don't know-" You stutter out, staring at him, trying to get a read through your suddenly mounting panic. "I just thought I need-"

You.

You don't finish the sentence, the words dying in your throat, and Minho's expression shifts slightly, his eyes darkening, his lips pulling into a serious line.

"Princess." He steps toward you, reaching out, and his fingers creep beneath your chin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

His features soften slightly, and he takes in a slow breath.

"I will always stand beside you, I will always be here whenever you want me, but let me make one thing very clear-you do not need me."

You stare up at him, words thick on your tongue, and the corner of his mouth quirks into the hint of an amused curve.

He lets a finger stroke along your chin, his voice dropping slightly even as his eyes grow fiery.

"You do not need me-or any other man-to make you powerful. You are powerful entirely on your own, and it is a beautiful sight to behold."

You take in a shuddering, sharp inhale, his fervent words settling into your bones, and let your fingers slide beneath the cuffs of the expensive suit he wears, tracing the ink you know is hidden there.

Minho smiles. "Who do you think runs the criminal world, darling? It's not the men. We're the face, yes, but behind every great man is an even greater woman."

He tilts your chin once more, and you let your head fall against the door behind you, staring up at him openly now.

He reaches out, and brushes a stray hair from your forehead with gentle fingers.

His skin is warm, and you lean into his touch, as he presses his lips to the flesh just below your ear, brushing a kiss there as he utters beneath his breath, for only you to hear, "Women mask lethality behind femininity, and it is their greatest weapon. You are not powerless, princess, no, far from it. You do not need anyone, because you are the queen."

He presses another kiss against your throat, right above your fluttering pulse, and pulls back.

You stare at him for another moment, and then straighten the gown you wear.

"You're right. I have the power here."

A smirk flickers across Minho's lips, his eyes heating with admiration as he watches you.

He jerks his chin toward the door and the voices beyond.

"Yeah, you fucking do. Remind them who's the queen. Give them hell, princess."

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"Yeong-ah." Changbin whines, stamping his foot impatiently where he stands beside the island, a dramatic pout on his face. "You're taking too long!"

Yeong-Ja giggles at his antics, glancing up from pulling on her second shoe. "I'm almost done, Uncle Binnie!"

You hide your smile behind a sip of coffee, as Chan appears, tossing the car keys to Changbin-who catches them easily- before crouching down to finish helping Yeong-Ja with her shoe.

"Thanks, Uncle Channie!" Yeong-Ja beams, bouncing to her feet beside him, as Chan grins and straightens, patting her head.

"You're welcome, Yeong-ah." He straightens the bow in her hair, before he glances to Changbin, already standing in the door way, keys in his hand. "Now, let's get going huh? Your mom and dad have a very important appointment today, and we have puppies to see."

"Okay, Uncle Channie!" Your daughter's face lights up at Chan's words, as she slips her hand into his, her tiny fingers curling around his own, dark with black ink, reminiscent to Minho's.

It never ceases to amaze you how gentle and loving all these big mafia men are with your daughter.

"Oh, fuck me." Minho grumbles beneath his breath at Chan's statement, brow furrowed in a sour expression, as he leans against the counter beside you and takes a long gulp of his own coffee.

You hide another grin behind the rim of your cup.

Chan glances up at Minho's muttered curse, ever sharp, ever alert, and gives your husband a crooked grin, brow arched.

"What do you say, boss? What color of puppy do you want? Brown or Black?"

Minho levels the other man with a glare, as Yeong-Ja bounces excitedly beside him.

"I could not care less, Christopher."

Changbin grins broadly from the doorway, enjoying the little goading match from afar.

"Ah, c'mon. Don't you want a matching set?" He motions with a jerk of his head toward Suwon, currently sleeping under the large kitchen table. The black Doberman barely raises his head at the commotion.

Minho takes another drink from his coffee.

"The only matching set I want is you and Chan's heads on sticks."

"Sorry, boss!" Changbin calls, ignoring Minho's dark threat entirely, a grin slipping across his lips as he twirls the jangling keys around his finger, turning toward the door. "Can't hear you. Gotta go."

"Okay, on that note-" Chan clears his throat, coughing over a chuckle, as he herds your daughter toward the door. "-let's get going."

"Bye mommy, bye daddy!" Yeong-Ja calls over her shoulder with a little wave, before she disappears, dwarfed between the two large men.

Changbin throws one last amused, knowing look over his shoulder in Minho's direction, giving a cheeky little wave, before they all leave from sight.

"Fuck." Minho swears vehemently beneath his breath and promptly moves around the counter to dump the rest of his coffee down the sink.

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"He's going to ask to see her again, you know."

Minho glances up from his phone to meet your gaze from across the backseat of the car, his expression darkening slightly at your words, and the open worry etched across your face.

He tucks his phone back into the pocket of his suit coat, and slides across the seat to sit beside you, hand coming down to rest on your own.

"And my answer will be the same as it always is." He replies back in a hushed, but dangerously serious, tone, his fingers squeezing your own. "When he comes to see her as his granddaughter, and not just as an heir to a massive criminal empire, then he can meet her."

You take in a shaky breath and glance out the window.

The roads are becoming familiar, you're close to your father's estate.

"Princess."

Minho's cool fingers tilt your chin back to him, making you meet his gaze. The corner of his lip curls into the hint of a smile.

"You do not reside on your knees for him any longer. He has no power left to lord over you."

You take in another breath, and will the butterflies to soothe in your belly.

You give Minho a small, shaky smile, and squeeze his hand. The metal of his rings are cold, grounding, against your palm.

"I know."

"If anything-" Minho glances past you as you pull into the long drive, your father's opulent mansion rising quickly in the distance.

He gives you a smirk and an arch of his brow as you turn into the gate.

"-now that you have myself and all my resources at your disposal, he should be absolutely terrified of you."

The car comes to a stop, and Minho slides out, straightening his jacket and offering you his hand.

You take in another steadying breath, holding onto his arm as you walk toward the entrance of your childhood home.

The door swings open as you approach, and your father appears, stepping onto the top step of the staircase, watching the two of you with a penetrating gaze.

You resist the urge to shudder under that look you know so well.

Minho pulls you up the stairs with him, his steps confident, and you try to borrow some of his courage, stiffening your back and shoulders as your father steps to meet you both, a fake, overly large smile sliding into place across his pale, thin lips.

Of course he would greet you personally, no butler was good enough for Lee Minho, not when you were trying to keep up appearances.

"Ah, there he is, my son-in-law, man of the hour." Your father extends a hand, and Minho shakes it, though you can see by the slight tic of the muscle in his jaw that he doesn't enjoy the contact.

To his credit, your husband does a hell of a good job putting on a front, his slight smile in your father's direction much more believable than the man's who raised you.

"Boss Park. A pleasure, as always."

Your father doesn't even glance in your direction, motioning for Minho to follow him into the cooled, dimly lit air of the front entrance hall.

You can hear a record playing from somewhere farther within the mansion, probably your father's office.

"Now." Your father waves away an approaching maid, and she scurries to grab an empty tray, headed for the kitchen. He turns, that same sickly smile on his face, and rubs his hands together gleefully. "Shall we get straight to business then?"

"You know I don't enjoy small talk." Minho inclines his head to your father, who takes that as a yes to his previous question.

"Of course." He motions for Minho to move down the hallway, his arm extended. "I'll have Maria bring us refreshments in the parlor. Shall we?"

Minho's hand moves to the small of your back, warm through the thin material of the dress you wear, coaxing you forward with him as he moves to step past your father.

You're thankful for the support, you worry the trembling of your legs will give you away.

"Ah, ah, ah." Your father holds out his arm, stopping your forward motion, and for the first time since you arrived, his eyes flit to you, the corners of his lips curling up into something akin to a disgusted sneer. "You know the rules of my household, daughter. Women are not allowed in business meetings. You can wait here. Catch up with that little maid and the old household cook you were so fond of growing up."

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry, and something triumphant flashes across your father's dark gaze.

He knows that the cook you were 'so fond of growing up' was executed-shot in the garden while you were made to watch-on his order.

Can't have your daughter getting too close to the help now, can you? Not when secrets could be spilled, reputations dirtied.

Minho is talking, his voice fuzzy through your panicked memories, and you blink, focusing in on what he's saying, staring your father down with a serious, almost deadly, expression.

"I'm sorry, Boss Park, but when your daughter married me, she became my wife, and where I go, my wife goes. Those are my household rules. You understand."

Your father's lips part as his gaze flicks to you once more, as if he's thinking about disagreeing with Minho, but the flash of threat in Minho's dark eyes must convince him otherwise, because he plasters a strained smile onto his face and laughs, throwing his hands out.

"Of course. My apologies. Right this way then."

Minho glances at you, giving you a small reassuring smile, before he squeezes your hand, and you fall into step behind your father.

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"Try to relax, (Y/N)."

Your doctor gives you a kind smile, the ultrasound wand posed and ready above your bare belly, the screen tilted toward the bed.

You swallow hard and nod, trying to focus on relaxing the tense muscles of your entire body one by one.

Minho squeezes your fingers where he crouches beside the bed, keeping up the pressure until you glance at him, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you worry it incessantly.

He reaches out to free the raw skin from your hold.

"Breathe, baby." He admonishes quietly, inked fingers stroking your knuckles in a reassuring pattern.

"Ready?" Your doctor asks, glancing between the two of you, lowering the wand slowly as she waits for your go ahead.

You stare at the blank, dark screen behind her, and try not to vomit.

"I'm scared." You admit to Minho in a whisper, hand tightening around his own, your breath coming slightly erratically now.

Minho pushes himself to his feet without a word, releasing his hold on your hand, and you almost reach out to grab for him again, before you realize he's sliding behind you on the bed, tugging you back against the warmth of his chest, his arms going around your shoulders protectively as he tucks your head beneath his chin.

"What did I tell you before, princess?"

You swallow again, gaze darting to your waiting doctor, and the screen beyond her shoulder.

"That it's going to be okay."

"Mm. Good girl." Minho hums a sound of approval in his throat, and you feel his lips brush across your forehead. "And it's going to be."

You take in a shuddering breath, and then give a little, jerky nod.

Minho's fingers find your own once more, and you feel him lift his chin from your head, glancing at the doctor.

She must see what she needs to in his gaze, because with a nod of her own, she finally touches the ultrasound wand to your belly.

Your body tenses at the contact as she begins to move the wand around slowly, her gaze laser focused on the screen.

Minho reaches his hand around to the front of your throat, his fingers finding purchase beneath your chin, and you don't resist him as he tips your head back, guiding you to meet his gaze.

"Just look at me, baby. Deep breath."

You force your chest in and out-once, twice-and Minho gives a nod of approval, leaning down to kiss your forehead once more.

"Good girl."

There is quiet, you don't know how long it's been since the doctor started her exam, and you feel your stomach twist, bile burning your throat, the longer the oppressive silence drags on.

Fuck, shouldn't you have heard something by now?

What if-

"Ah, there we go." The doctor murmurs, almost to herself, and suddenly, the sound of a heartbeat-fast and fluttering, like a hummingbirds wings, echoing the frantic pace of your own-fills the room.

Minho grins down at you, and you see the relief flash across his eyes as the heartbeat continues, strong and steady. "See? Nothing to worry about."

Your body sags with relief, and you glance at the screen beyond the doctor's shoulder-no longer dark-a shimmering, spiking line flickering constantly across the monitor in perfect time with the rapid heartbeat.

"Baby sounds perfect." Your doctor continues, smiling up at the two of you, as she moves the wand around and the heartbeat heightens a little. "Right on track."

"Oh my god." You breathe out, putting a trembling hand up to your mouth, sudden hot tears filling your eyes. "Fuck."

Minho laughs a little, leaning over to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, his arms squeezing you protectively.

His next exhale comes out more than a little shaky.

"Fuck indeed, baby. Fuck indeed."

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There is blood.

Blood smearing the inside of your legs, blood pounding hard in your ears, blooding staining the disgusting cock of the man looming over you, leering.

You glance to the door where your father had disappeared, giving his men free reign over you, some sort of lesson, and you know, deep down, that there is blood on his hands too.

But unlike the crimson marking you and the man creeping in, it's not the visible kind.

There is blood.

Dripping down between your fingers, coating your palms in slick red, so thick and so ingrained that even the running water is not enough to wash it away, not completely.

You scrub frantically at your hands, but the crimson only seems to multiply, filling the cracks and seeping into the edges of your vision.

You are hyperventilating, your chest heaving, tears streaming down your cheeks, and without your bidding, your gaze slides back to the man on the floor.

Dead.

Lying in a quickly congealing pool of blood and slaughter, your bucket and rag left hastily beside his blown out head.

The rag is already wet and sopping with blood, even after only one quick stroke across the cement.

You lean over the sink and vomit.

There is blood.

You can feel it, pooling beneath your hips, but you're too scared to look beneath the covers, too sure of what you'll find, your heart already shattering in your chest.

You feel sick to your stomach, and the cramping is worsening.

Rolling to your side, you curl your body into the safety of the fetal position, and try to drown out the low murmur of the doctor's voice from the other side of the room.

Screwing your eyes shut, you keep it all inside, and scream with rage where no one will hear.

There is blood.

Flecked across the tawny skin of his cheekbones, spattering the front of his white dress shirt, his prized shoes, congealing and blending with the dark ink that flows across his knuckles until they are almost one.

He steps toward you, and you run to him without a second thought, terrified enough that the breath in your lungs refuses to leave, not until you've got your hands on him and made sure he's all right.

Your bodies collide, and Minho holds you up as a sob tears from between your lips.

You reach up and put your palms on either side of his face, the crimson splatters, sprinkled across his nose like morbid freckles, accentuating the gold flecks that flash in the dark recesses of his eyes.

Minho's lips twist into the hint of a smile.

"It's not mine, princess. Don't worry."

You feel your lungs collapse, your chest caving, and you throw your arms around him violently, never willing to let him leave your grasp again, at least for tonight.

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There is blood.

You step around the puddle on the floor with nothing more than a disinterested glance, your sneakers squeaking on the concrete.

Behind you, Felix makes a muffled sound of disgust in the back of his throat.

"God, they really need to clean up down here."

You glance over your shoulder at him, as he steps around the bloody puddle on the floor with an open look of horror on his face, a grin breaking free from your lips.

You wait for him to catch up to you, and link your arm in his as you continue down the long hallway.

"C'mon, Lixie. I think it's charming."

He gives you an arch of his brow, and you laugh a little.

The interoggation rooms built beneath the mansion serve a purprose-regardless of how dark-and honestly, you're grateful Minho had thought of them.

It's a way to keep the men you hold dear close enough that you know they're not in danger while they do their jobs.

Plus, hearing the screams when you come down here can be therapeutic in a way.

"Besides-" You reach the end of the hall and stop in front of the door there, glancing over at the man beside you as you reach for the knob. "I guarantee, when they come down here, cleaning is the last thing on Changbin and Chan's minds."

Felix rolls his eyes. "Savages."

You grin once more, and roll the door knob in your hand, pushing the door inward easily.

"It's why we love them."

You step into the room, Felix close on your heels, and as the door shuts behind you, your eyes flicker around the small chamber, taking everything in.

Chan is standing against the far wall beside Changbin, muttering something to him rapidly in a low voice.

There's a wall of instruments on the north side, anything from clamps to syringes, all used to get enemies talking.

And in the center of the room, a hunched form of a struggling man, bound to a chair, face covered with a sack.

You can just make out the muffled swears coming from beneath the rough fabric.

You take a step into the light that beams down on the man, encircling him in the gloom, and Chan and Changbin push up from the wall as one, their chatter ceasing immediately.

Changbin grins at you dangerously, as Chan rolls his head from side to side, waiting for your instructions.

Felix, silent as a ghost, leans against the door behind you, watching.

You tilt your head toward the man.

"Show me his face."

"Gladly." Changbin's teeth gleam sharply, as he leans forward and rips the cover roughly off the man's head.

The man looks around, disoriented, his long, gray hair wild, eyes wide and white with fear, the gag held between his teeth stained with spittle.

You feel a spark of fear light in your stomach at the sight of his face-older now, lined, but still recognizable-but force it back down with a long breath, stepping closer calmly, until the man's frantically roving eyes land on you.

"Take off his gag."

Chan steps up silently now, untying the gag at the back of the man's head, and as soon as it's loose enough, the man spits it out, licking his dry, chapped lips, as he glances between you and the men surrounding him with fury in his eyes.

"What the fuck is this? Who do you think you are? I could have you thrown to the bottom of a lake so no one would find your bodies, you know-"

You tsk your tongue in disapproval, and the man halts his tirade, his eyes narrowing, his weaselly features sharp.

"Empty threats." You sigh, stepping toward him, cocking your head as you study him.

He's shrunk after all these years, his skin almost paper thin, his hair greasy.

The eyes are the same though.

Hungry, predatory, evil.

His lips lift into the start of a snarl, revealing yellowing teeth.

"I don't know who you think you are, you bitch, but I assure you-"

Changbin's hand tangles into the man's stringy hair, yanking his head back roughly, shutting him up.

"Shut the fuck up, old man. Watch your tongue." He growls, glaring down at the man, his eyes blurring with tears as Changbin tugs once more on his hair painfully hard. "Or else I'll make sure that what she does to you will feel like mercy when I'm done with you."

He shoves the man's head forward, and he sputters, trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving, spittle flying from his lips.

Chan steps around the chair and holds out a knife toward you, his brow arched.

You take it without hesitation, and play with the razor sharp tip for a moment, ticking it off your fingertips as you study the man, lost in thought.

He glares up at you, his eyes full of hatred.

You almost laugh.

Oh trust me, not as much hatred as I hold toward you, Wu Chen.

You sigh, a long suffering sound, and address the man sitting, still now, before you.

"Do you recognize me, Mr. Wu?"

His dark eyes flash with something full of anger, but no recognition crosses his murderous gaze.

"Why should I?"

You cluck your tongue in annoyance, glancing up from the gleaming knife held in your hands.

"You took something from me once."

A brief flash of confusion swirls with the fury, and then his jaw clenches, his features going hard.

He gives a humorless laugh.

"I've taken things from a lot of people." His eyes glint with the predator, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he lets his gaze fall down the length of your body. "Quite a few of them delicious, mouthy little cunts such as yourself."

He's trying to unnerve you.

It's not working.

You've given him enough fear for one lifetime already.

No more.

You step forward, and lean over him, your hand going on the back of the chair, the knife held alert between the two of you, dangerously close to his jugular.

His eyes flick down to the steel, and you don't miss the way his throat bobs with a swallow.

"You took something. Long ago. Took something from someone who couldn't fight back. Something that was never yours to begin with. Do you remember what that was, Mr. Wu?"

Your voice is quiet, steady, but venomous and deadly as a viper waiting to strike.

His eyes meet yours, and when it's clear he's not going to respond, you sigh, sliding the knife up the column of his throat slowly, watching as the crimson appears in the shallow cut you leave behind.

He flinches, but remains quiet.

"A girl." You continue, voice dropping to nothing more than a deadly murmur.

Something like recognition flashes in the dark of his eyes, and suddenly, the man sitting bound before you looks a hell of a lot more nervous than he did before.

You let a small smirk flick the corner of your lips, as you lean back, taking the knife away from his throat.

"She wasn't strong enough to fight you back then. But she is now."

You lift your chin at Chan, and he steps around in front of your prisoner, leaning over to rip open the closure of his suit pants.

"What, what are you doing?" He splutters, immediately writhing in the chair once more, as Chan proceeds to easily tear his pants open, baring thin, scarred legs to the cold air of the room.

Changbin steps up as Chan finishes and goes around the chair, back to his side, holding the man still with firm hands on his shoulders as you approach once more.

You lean over, and easily shred the boxers he wears with one quick flick of your wrist that holds the knife.

The man before you screams and struggles, as his shrunken, shriveled cock springs free for all to see.

"Mm." You hum in your throat thoughtfully, staring at the man and his member with consideration. "It's a lot smaller than I remembered."

Changbin leans over the man's shoulder to get a look and grins, his eyes glinting.

You glance back to your prisoner, and a smirk curves your lips as he cries out in terror, fighting against his bonds and the hold of Changbin's hands.

You step closer and hold up the knife for him to see, the metal glinting in the overhead light.

"No, no, please-" He flails, begging pathetically, but you ignore him, angling the knife expertly as you close in.

The smirk doesn't leave your lips, as you arch a brow and stare down at the writhing, pathetic excuse of a man before you.

Your voice is steady when you speak, rising above the sound of his pleas.

"You took something precious from me, Mr. Wu. Now it's time for me to take something from you."

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You hear Minho before you see him.

The door to the bedroom sounds, and the room is immediately filled with curses and general angry lamentations as he struggles to get through the crack he's made in the door without letting the dogs on the other side in with him.

You can hear him yelling all the way from the ensuite bathroom.

"Get back, you hairy fuckers!-Jesus-Suwon, don't do that, you damned beast!-fuck-and you! Fucking bane of my existence!-ow-Give me back my fucking shoe and go find a ball, you damned fucking demon hound!"

The door finally slams, and you hear rapid paws head down the hall on the other side, Suwon and the new puppy, probably in search of Yeong-Ja.

Minho appears then in the doorway of the bathroom, looking frazzled, a lone dress shoe held in his hand, his lips smashed into a thin line of rage.

You try to hide your smile, glancing at him over your shoulder, as you continue to ready to get in the already running shower.

"Have a bit of a struggle, Boss Lee?" You query innocently, eyes wide as you regard him, like you haven't just heard everything that occurred.

He swears under his breath and tosses the chewed shoe into the trash, reaching up to swipe a hand through his disheveled hair with an agitated rake of his fingers.

"Fucking dogs. That fucking puppy is even worse than Suwon was."

You grin now, turning toward him, and his eyes trail down your naked body, catching on the prevalent bump that now takes up your midsection.

"Baby, Bohoja will learn, just like Suwon did. You won't be stuck with ruined shoes forever."

"Mmm." Minho hums something like distracted agreement under his breath, his eyes still on you, as if he's lost his train of thought and is no longer thinking about the hellhounds that roam the halls. "He had better. Or I'll have Chan's head on a stick." He takes a step toward you. "But that's not what I came to talk about."

You arch a brow, playing innocent for awhile longer.

"Oh? What did you come to talk about then, husband?"

His eyes darken predatorially at the lilting tease to your voice, a challenge, and he growls, closing the space between you, his hand going up to grip your chin.

Your bare chest brushes his through the material of the dress shirt he wears, and you can already feel his arousal, long and rock hard against your leg.

It makes you want to shiver, even though the steamy bathroom is more than a little warm.

His eyes trace up your body once more, and then flick to your face, catching on your cheekbone, before he reaches up with his free hand to brush something on your skin.

You lean into his touch, brushing your lips over the inked skin of his knuckles.

"You have blood on your face, princess."

You arch a brow. "Does that turn you on?"

Minho's eyes flash dark, dangerous, and his lip curls up to reveal a flash of his teeth, his voice a husky growl in the back of his throat.

"Incredibly."

You smirk, and he stares at you for another moment, hunger clear in his eyes, and you think maybe he'll give in and take you right here, against the bathroom counter, but instead, he sighs, and lets his free hand tangle into your hair, tilting your head back so your gaze meets his.

"You found him then."

It's a statement, not a question.

You nod. "Yes."

Minho's brow arches, and the corner of his mouth lifts into the start of a smirk.

"And?"

You sigh, pulling from his grasp as you step away, turning back when you reach the waiting shower.

Minho hasn't moved, watching your every move.

Eyes locked on his, you step backward into the flowing water, and it immediately coats your skin in hot rivulets, making everything slick.

You arch a brow, watching the predatory look come back into Minho's eyes as the water wets your skin, pooling in streams down between your breasts, your thighs.

You cock your head, as if considering, and then say without preamble, "And I cut off his pathetic excuse for a dick. I gave it to cook. She's going to make a fancy pate out of it and feed it to the dogs."

Minho breathes out, you see it in the way his chest rises and falls and then he's striding to the open air shower, ripping his tie off as he comes, stepping into the stream of water in the rest of his clothing without a second thought.

He takes your chin in a bruising grip with one hand, and snakes his other hand down between your thighs.

Your breath hitches as he touches the wetness there, just for him.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, princess." He grits out, tilting your head back so that he can look into your eyes while he finger fucks you.

"So you tell me." You try to give him a teasing smile, but the expression is lost as your mouth parts and a gasp escapes your lips when he curls his fingers.

"No, I mean-" He backs you against the wall with his body, the water drenching the shirt he wears, you can see his tan skin and the ink across his chest through the wet material, and lets his gaze travel appreciatively down your length once more. "-you're always fucking beautiful, but god-"

He groans gutturally , leaning into you, mouth open against your own, as he hits a spot that has you gripping onto him, keening audibly.

"-there's something so incredibly fucking sexy about you when you're pregnant."

His words send a thrill of heat straight to your core.

"Take this off." You practically beg, pawing uselessly at his shirt, and he pulls his hand away from you to undo the buttons, tugging it open impatiently, as you reach down to free him of his pants.

You're eager for him to take you, to claim you, but instead of immediately finding purchase inside you, Minho drops to his knees in front of you, and runs his hands reverently over your swollen belly, glancing up at you through the streams of water.

His hair is dark, dripping, and you bury your fingers into it.

"I put this here. You, carrying my kid, princess-" He takes in a deep breath, his fingers still caressing your skin. "Fuck, now everyone knows who you belong to. Everyone knows you're mine."

You stare down at him, this man on his knees for you, this man who has given you everything-and you smile.

"I don't think there was ever any doubt about who I belonged to, Lee Minho. It's always been you."

Minho surges to his feet and covers your mouth with his own, your tongues tangling instantly, your body melting into his, his fingers finding you once again right where he left off, making you jolt against him and gasp in pleasure.

"What do you want?" He asks, voice husky, gravely, against your lips.

"You." You breathe back, hand already trailing down between your two bodies to find him. Your fingers close around him, and Minho shudders. "All of you. Always."

"You have all of me, princess. Always." He repeats in a hoarse voice, before he sheathes himself fully inside of you without warning, making you both cry out.

And you know he means it.

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"Ow." You huff beneath your breath, shifting on the chaise, as Yeong-Ja looks up from playing with the puppy on the floor in front of the fire.

"What's wrong, mommy?"

You give her a smile that's more like a grimace as the baby kicks you strongly again, foot sinking up under your ribs.

"Baby brother is just kicking me, that's all, baby. I'm okay."

Yeong-Ja immediately turns back to Bohoja, teasing him with a rope toy.

"'Baby brother'?" Minho queries, leaving his desk and sliding in beside you on the sofa, his arm going around you as he pulls you close.

You smile, glancing up at him. "Just a feeling."

Another kick, another curse under your breath.

"Fuck. Minho. Tell your son to behave please."

Minho chuckles, burying his nose in your hair and breathing you in, his hand sliding down to rest on the apex of your stomach.

"Sorry, princess. You know how we Lee men are."

The baby kicks again against his palm, and Minho curves his fingers along the curvature of your belly, as if holding the unborn baby close from the outside.

You sigh, and snuggle back into him.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Well-" You acquiesce, stifling a yawn as you lean your head on his shoulder, and watch Yeong-Ja playing happily with the puppy, Suwon dozing near by. "-I'd better get used to it then, because I wouldn't have them any other way."

You feel the warmth of Minho's breath as he buries his face once more in your hair, holding you close.

"I love you, princess. And the murderous little creature currently growing in your womb."

You grin and kiss his chest through the thin material of his dress shirt.

"I love you too, Boss Lee."

Love.

There is so much love.

[seokmattchuus]

Got7 Masterlist

💜 - suggestive 🖤 - smut 🩵 - fluff 🩶 - angst 💚 - sad 🩷 - comedy

Reaction to your ex still contacting you 🩵🩷 (?)

Reaction to you moaning when they suck on your nipples 💜

Jealous Sex - Reaction 💜 - slight 🩶 -

Reaction to you touching yourself in front of them 💜

Bothered (Jinyoung) 🖤 - slight 🩵 -

Reaction to you being insecure about your moles 🩵

Reaction to you thinking you’re not sexually attractive 🩵💜

Reaction to you holding in your moans 💜

Reaction to you having a panic attack 🩵

Reaction to you being a virgin/nervous 🩵 -tiny 💜-

Reaction to you being submissive 💜

Reaction to you giving them a lap dance 💜

Reaction to you doing a striptease for them 💜

Getting jealous over how close you are with another member 🩵?

Reaction to their best friend/crush moaning for them when masturbating 💜

Reaction to their s/o being into hardcore bdsm 💜

Reaction to their s/o being into degradation 💜

Reaction to catching you masturbate 💜

Birthday Surprises (Youngjae) 🖤

They crash the wedding before you say ‘I do’ - Reaction 🩶

Pet shopping - Reaction 🩵

Reaction to you wanting to ride them in the studio while they’re working on music 💜 (Not on my blog)

[t3kandson]

Jealousy's fair game

Words; 2,564

Fandom; CIX feat, Cignature

Pairing; Reader X Kim Yonghee

Characters; Kim Yonghee, Lee Byounggon, Kim Seunghun, Bae Jinyoung, Yoon Hyunsuk, Moon Chaesol, Kim Jiwon, Jung Yeonjeong, Jenny Yun, Jin Hyeonju, Goo Semi, Kwon Dohee

Warnings, Kissing Games, Angst, Smut, Jealousy, Alcohol Consumption, Body Marking, Hair Pulling, Degrading, spanking, Rough and slight public sex and Orgasm denial.

Requested by Anonymous

"Do you like Y/N?” Seunghun said with a smirk on his face looking at Yonghee. A red blush view falls upon his expression as you look to him awaiting his answer. You feel as if you've been choked when he screws his face in disgust and shakes his head. "Fuck you," you scoff giggling as you flip him off, despite knowing that it felt like he practically kicked you in the stomach right now.

You had a crush on Kim Yonghee for the last three years. The only one who knew this was Byounggon. You had confided in him that you wanted more then the friendship Yonghee was offering. Byounggon had reassured you that Yonghee wouldn't push you away. He was suspicious he also liked you and that had led to the very truth or dare game you were currently playing. "Dare," you said when it came your turn, you feared for a question that would lead to double rejection tonight. "I dare you to snog Byounggon," Semi giggled as both yours and your childhood friend’s eyes widened in fear. Before you could question the dare, Byounggon crawled on all fours towards you. His hands resting upon your shoulder reassuringly. Lips falling to yours he made sure to put on a show. Letting his tongue slide against yours as he kissed you slowly. His fingers rubbing down your jawline in such a tender moment. "You two sure you're not hiding something?" Dohee whistled excitedly. But before you could deny anything you noticed Yonghee unclench his fist. Was he jealous? Did it disturb him you kissing Byounggon? The game continues for several more rounds when it came to your turn again. Yeonjeong was about to throw a dare when Seunghun ended the game. "My neighbours are complaining," he said shaking his phone into the view. "I think we should leave this for another day," he said with a slight grimace as the room grumbled. "How you getting home?" Byounggon asked suggestively as you tilted your head his way. "I can't drive you home I’ve been drinking," he said despite knowing he had only drank one drink during the evening. "I'm getting a taxi. I only live round the corner, I’ll drop her back," Jinyoung said throwing his arm around your neck. Byounggon breathed deeply with annoyance. You then realised he was trying to encourage Yonghee who was sober all night to give you a ride. "I'll look after your girl I promise," Jinyoung giggled tipsy at his elder. "A kiss don't equal lovers," Byounggon protested as you took one look to Yonghee. He was quiet and avoided your eye contact. You couldn't help but feel he was jealous of Byounggon and Jinyoung.

"7 minutes in heaven," Chaesol said in excitement when you met the following week for drinks. Everyone agrees but you and Yonghee. You knew that these games were hurting the both of you. As everyone wrote down their names and placed them in a hat. You sat hoping that somehow you would be placed with Yonghee. Instead Hyunsuk was paired with you. His hands frisky falling on your body as he pulled you to the walk in wardrobe in Seunghun’s room. "I so want to get lost in your body," he said stroking his hand down your torso. "I don't think I can do this," you complained as he lightly hummed. "Because you like Yonghee," he said. As through the cracks of the wardrobe you could see a gentle smile. "Yes," you whispered looking down. Fingers under your chin he pointed for you to look his way. "He's so stubborn he won't admit he likes you too," he said as you tilted your head his direction. "He likes me?" You asked as he chuckled. "But he won't admit it," Hyunsuk chuckles lightly. "Why?" You ask wanting to know more. "Ask Seunghun he knows the details, he confides in everything with him." Hyunsuk said as his hands pulled the loose hair behind your ear. You could hear the countdown as you both stumbled out the wardrobe. Your faces hot from the heat. But you guess the room would have made presumptions of how steamy it was in there. You could see Yonghee’s jaw tighten as your eyes met. "I've got to go," Yonghee said sternly as he got off the floor. "Please don't leave so soon," you asked looking his way. But he refused eye contact. "Sorry Seunghun, my father needs me to run some errands," he said straightening his jacket. You couldn't help but follow as you chased him down the corridor. "Yonghee," you called as he stiffened upon your voice. "I'm busy Y/N what is it that you want," he growled without looking your way. "Can we talk," you pleaded as he started walking once more. "I'm busy, another day," he grumbled before fastening his speed as you stood there, giving up chasing him.

The following week another greet. Seunghun was struggling for ideas clearly till Byounggon mentioned the Suck and blow game. This time Seunghun made sure that you were placed between him and Yonghee. You were placed in a group with Jiwon and Byounggon. As Jinyoung, Hyunsuk was with Hyeonju, Jenny & Semi. You watched as Byounggon sucked in the piece of paper between his lips as he arched towards Jiwon. Hands falling to the back of her head he leaned himself in as the two worked to pass it. Jiwon twisted to look at Seunghun as he chuckled. Straightening his face, he rushed his lips at her. Seunghun struggled and all of a sudden you saw the sheet fall to the floor. Byounggon and Jiwon groaned at Seunghun who looked sheepish. Your eyes looked to the other group. Semi gently slapping Jinyoung was telling you that their side was doing no better. You could hear Yonghee’s frustration behind you when Seunghun let the paper fall once more. "Come on we're not going to win at this rate," you grumbled gently punching Seunghun’s arm as he looked at you sheepishly rubbing it. When he managed to succeed, his face spun to yours. As he pulled the sheet to your lips he chuckled letting it slip as your lips locked. "Seunghun," you grumbled feeling your lips where his fell. Seunghun's face was a little fallen when he took the figure behind, telling you once again Yonghee wasn't amused. As the paper made its way back down. Seunghun’s hand accidentally touched your breast while reaching for your arm. Causing your own lips to let the paper fall. "For fuck sake will you two stop making out and hurry up so we can win," Yonghee grumbled behind you which had you sigh. The game was a lot harder then it looked. After yours and Seunghun's third attempt you turned to face Yonghee. It was like just the thought of him being on the other side of the paper made your heartache. Instantly your lips failed to suck the paper in as it fell before Yonghee could even get close. His eyes rolled in frustration as you quietly apologised. Passing to him for the second time, just the mere hand on your shoulder had your heart thundering as he reached towards you. The paper once more fell to the floor. "You guys just pure suck at this. You should give up. We've won," Jinyoung said amused. "For fuck sake, if you and Seunghun wasn't flirting we would have won that," Yonghee said gritting his teeth as Seunghun dead panned him back. "What the actual hell man," Seunghun grumbled back at him. "I'm done with these silly drinking sessions," Yonghee said going to swipe his coat from the coat rack.

"Don't please, please don't go," you spun towards him hands on his chest as he refused to look your way. "Don't let me get in the way of your men time," he growls looking up towards you. "The only man time I want is with you," you spluttered letting the words fall as the girls gasped. "Kim Yonghee I'm crazy about you and you only," you finished as his face softened towards you. "I only kissed Byounggon because it was a game," you said pausing to look your friend's way. "We're just friends I promise," you said as nerves hit you. "Jinyoung just took me home that's all nothing happened," you added as Jinyoung confirmed your events. "Hyunsuk and I just spoke in there. Mostly about how you liked me but your scared," you said pointing to the wardrobe. "I'm not scared," Yonghee spat out. "And Seunghun is just really shit at that game, pure and simple," you said as Seunghun widened his eyes in horror before calming as the guys chuckled. "To be fair she's got a point," he added chirpy at his diss. "And just now with you you made me so anxious. The butterflies in my stomach you gave me at the thought of our lips being close," you said placing your hand over your stomach to calm it. "Yonghee....." you couldn't finish the sentence as he dragged you to the walk in wardrobe.

Entering the dark space he pushed you against the wall. He clearly doesn't want to talk as his lips attack yours. Teeth clashing in his rushed desire. Like a bottle that's been shook and exploded. His hands find the hair tie holding your hair as he pulls it out. Fingers twirling around the locks he pulls enough to expose your neck. Teeth falling to the skin he suckles causing you to hiss as your hands grab his waist. "Your mine," he growls before pressing his lips to another spot on your collarbone. "I'm going to mark you up so everyone knows your mine," he threatens after he marks a second blemish. Hands falling to your dress he lowers the top half so that his lips can reach the top of your breasts. He continues his marking along them as you hiss, digging your nails into his waist. "I'm going to punish you for making me jealous," he growls as you hear the guys spew, 'eww,' , 'Save my ears,' & 'Do this elsewhere," from the other side of the wall. Twisting you so you're facing the surface, he places your hands against the plasterboard. Hands raking up your dress they find your panties, as he rips them. Fingers skirting to your folds he wastes no time plunging them in. Scissoring your heat roughly you grimace as he sets a rushed pace. Though pain is the first sensation you feel it's like your body enjoys his torture. Yonghee can feel this from how soaked your core is. "Your so wet my little whore," he says as his teeth find another space of skin on the back of your neck to mark. "You can't cum," he warns as his fingers speeds that draws moans. Music hits from outside the wardrobe, no doubt to drown out the moans that had slipped from your lips. He pulls his fingers leaving you empty as he places them in your mouth. "Taste how wet you are you dirty bitch," he growls in your ears that has your walls clench around nothing. "I'm going to fuck you now, and if you cum before I give permission. That's it, I'm walking away from you do you understand?” he asks so deeply next to your ear. Nodding doesn't give him satisfaction. "What did I say Y/N?” he grumbles as his teeth dig in your skin once more. "That if I want you I have to not cum," you hiss beneath the sore skin burning from his marks. You hear a rip of foil and you wait patiently for him to continue his torture.

Bending you over slightly he enters you with one deep fast thrust. Screams falling that you know the music won't mask. "That's it baby, you won't ever get me jealous again will you?” he asks as his hands wrap your hair around them. "I can't hear you," he spits out as he yanks your hair. "No baby, I won't," you splutter but you know he can't hear. Another yank has you repeat it much louder. His red hot shaft starts thrusting with heaviness against your cervix. Walls clenching around him has his pull much harsher around your hair. "Don't you dare cum," he demands as you help to meet his thrust. "You're so hungry for my cock aren't you my little whore," he chuckles pleased with your desperation to feel him deeper. Feeling an orgasm creep up you stiffen in fear. "What's up baby," he sniggers knowing your struggling. "Don't hold back, fuck yourself on me," he demands but you don't move. "What's up, you're such a cock whore you can't work with me without falling apart," he mocks as you nod. "Well let me work against your lazy ass," he says slapping your ass that has you yelp. Slamming him self with more speed has your fist clench against your struggle. You know the real risk of falling apart and exploding around him is high right now. "Please, please," you cry as you slap the wall feeling your body tremble. "You can't Kiss Byounggon and Seunghun and think you can get away with it," he grumbles as you whimper. "I didn't kiss Seunghun, not on purpose," you whimper as you throw your head from frustration into the wall hurting as it falls. Hands falling to your arms he pulls you backwards to avoid your head hitting the wall. However, the change of position does little to ease your struggle. Tears are falling down your eyes as you feel your losing your mind holding your orgasm back. "Who do you belong to?" He pants into your ear. "You," you whimper as his hands embrace your body pulling you closer to him. "What's my name?" He growls as you hear his own struggle in his voice. "Kim Yonghee, I belong to Kim Yonghee," you cry as you feel seconds away from slipping. "Please, please I can't hold back, I don't want to lose you," you sob in fear and excitement. "Oh Baby, you won't lose me because your mine now," he chuckles as his lips kiss a tear running down your face. "You can cum baby," he pants as he chases his high. "Y/N your mine," he cry's as he spills himself into the condom. "Yonghee," you scream so loud you hear your ears ring as you explode around him. Convulsing on his dick he thrusts his remaining rhythm into you as he leans himself with his arms wrapped around you into the wall.

Heavy panting in your ear you feel him slip from you. "Your mine Y/N, don't forget that," he says barely audible. "No more of these silly kissing games," he demands as you twist in his hold to face him. "Why would I kiss anyone that isn't my boyfriend?" You question looking up at his face. Even in the slight gap of light his beautiful mole under his left eye in your view left you breathless. "Let's go show them what's mine," he said as his lips fall to yours. Holding your hand in his you both walk into the room as you capture everyone blushes, but Seunghun and Byounggon smirks. "Finally you two are sorted, now never torture us again with those sounds," Seunghun snaps as you both blush like crazy.

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Patience

Summary: This maybe the most stubborn patient (Y/n) has ever had to deal with. But they are determined to help the best friends mend their friendship and take care of their patient.

Oneshot

Fluff, a Smidge of Angst, and a Slice of Life

Word Count: 4,255

Requested: @crzy-devil Oh well I was interested in a story where y/n would be jinyoung nurse and jinyoung would be paraplegic and y/n would fall for him was what I was thinking.

Paraplegic! Jinyoung X In-home Nurse! Reader

[Featuring butler/best friend Jaebeom and peacocks: Yugyeom and Jackson {mainly}]

This is my third transfer as a live-in nurse. My first patient was Mrs. Madeleine, she was the sweetest, and I loved waking up to care for her. But it was only temporary until her daughter moved back up to take care of her along with her family. The second patient I cared for was super funny. I took care of them for two years before they transferred to a long-term care hospital. The taxi cab starts to slow down as I look out, finally done reminiscing when my eyes settle on the gated community. ‘This is a first,’ I thought to myself. I gulp as the driver finally stops in front of a two-story brick house. I pay for the cab and tip them a nice amount before walking up the sidewalk to the front of the house.

I ring the doorbell, and they ask, “Who is it?” Come from the little doorbell camera. I smile, “I’m (Y/n), and I am going to be your live-in nurse.” I wait for a response, but all is a sigh before the door opens by itself. Unlike creepy abandoned mansions, behind the door was a guy dressed formally. “I can take your bags up to your room.” My eyes nearly pop out of my head, “No, no, that's okay! I can do that!” He smiles and shrugs, “As you wish, follow me up, then.” I follow him up the winding stairs and notice a built-in lift. I smile good to see they have accommodations built into the house. “Your room will be three doors from Mr. Park’s.” I nod, “Can I see them?” He nods, “I’m Jaebeom, and I’m sure he will want to see you as soon as you settle in.” I smile at him, “I’m (Y/n), and it’s nice to meet you, Jaebeom!” I push my suitcase under the bed and follow him out.

He knocks three times before Mr. Park lets out, “Come in.” Jaebeom holds the door open for me. I walk in and take in the expanse of the room. When my eyes settle on him, I see he is reading a book. “Hi, Mr. Park, I’m (Y/n), and I am going to be your live-in nurse.” He gives a half-smile before finishing up the page he was reading. He puts the book down after bookmarking it. “I do not require an in-house nurse. Jaebeom hired you, not me.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes and decide from that moment to do whatever I can to ease the job off of Jaebeom.

--

It’s been a few weeks, and caring for him has not gotten any easier. He’s been stubborn as all hell and refuses to take any medication in front of me. Unless Jaebeom gives it to him, I sigh as I help him into a bath. And he grumbles under his breath, “What?” I ask softly, “Thank you.” He says with so much venom that I almost scream. I help him bathe, and he continues to grumble the whole time. Hopefully, one day it will get easier and, he’ll accept my help. After finishing and helping him get dressed, I get another venom-filled ‘thank you’. We eat dinner in silence, and he promptly goes back to his room once he finishes his meal.

I go over and help Jaebeom with the dishes and ask finally, “Has he always been like this?” He shakes his head, “You see, when we were younger, he was bright and bubbly. But since his condition worsened after his accident. He absorbed himself into work and has not been the same since. While I admire the dedication, I truly miss my best friend.” I nod as I help Jaebeom put the dishes away, “Have you ever told him?” He sighs, “No, but it’s not like we talk much these days. Before you, I would always help him around the mansion. And our conversations turned terse. He’s the closest thing I have to a family. I love him dearly, and now whenever we talk, it’s strictly business. Last night was the first time we had a whole conversation. It felt good to talk to him again, thank you.” I sigh, “I’m going to do whatever I can to repair your guy’s friendship. I think one of the reasons it got damaged is that Jinyoung wants to do everything by himself. I cannot blame him for that, but sometimes you have to accept the help you don’t want. I know he cares about you, but everyone has a different way of showing it. I can see it in the way he refused my help and only wanted yours because he trusts you with his whole heart. And you care for him with your whole heart.”

The next morning, I come in with his medicine and find he’s looking out the large window in his office. I set it on the desk, expecting him to tell me to shove off as I tell him, “I brought your medication.” His chair slowly spins around, and he gives me a small smile. What did Jaebeom and him talk about to make him smile at me? He looks out the window as he takes a sip of tea and tells me, “I inherited this place from my uncle, but I rarely get to enjoy it. I’m usually only moving from my office to the dining room and the bathroom every day. Because it’s all on the same floor, the only time I can see these beautiful birds is when I look out the window.” He gestures to the peacocks walking gracefully to see one spread its wings and try to court another bird. “I have never been out there either, and I have never seen peacocks in real life before.” He nods, “Would you be able to take me out there?” I nod, “Without a problem, whoever put stairs in this mansion needs a smack” He nods, “Tell that to my uncle...” I laugh, “I’m going to have a long conversation with him.” And for the first time since I’ve been here, I hear him laugh. My heart flutters as he moves his chair to the top of the stairwell. He grasps the top of the lift and swings himself into it. I fold the chair and follow him down the stairs with the chair in hand. I place the chair down and hold it steady as he swings into it. I go over to the french doors and open them. He smiles, and with no malice, he says, “Thank you,” I shake my head and tell him, “It’s no problem.”

-- (Jaebeom and Jinyoung’s conversation) --

“You cannot keep treating them that way, you know?” Jinyoung grumbles, “I know.” Jaebeom sighs, “Well, then you better clean up your attitude.” Jinyoung nods, “I’m going to try, but no promises.” Jaebeom nods, “Okay, I believe you. But please don’t shut me out again.” He nods, “I promise not to anymore. You mean a lot to me, Jaebeom. You're like a brother to me.” Jaebeom nods, “I feel the same way about you.” And for the first time in a long time, they hug it out. “Alright, I have some errands to run in the morning, so you’re completely in their care until later.” With that Jaebeom, leaves telling Jinyoung a good night, and he tells Jaebeom good night.

--

He moves to the middle of the garden and gestures for me to follow. I follow him down the brick-paved walkway until we are in front of a water fountain. I sit next to him on the bench as we face away from the water fountain looking out into the massive garden. “It’s beautiful out here, breath-taking even.” He nods, “It’s one of the reasons why I fell in love with this house.” I nod, and we sit in silence. Watching the flowers move with the wind, the peacocks are further back than they seemed. But they move closer as time goes on, “Did you name them?” He shakes his head, yes, “That’s Youngjae,” He points to the one courting earlier, “That’s Soyeon.” Pointing to the one the peacock was courting. “That’s Bambam,...” He names the one who is poking at the ground with no sign of stopping. I grin as he tells me the two that look like they are talking to each other, “That’s Yugyeom and Mark.” He points to the two white ones, “That’s Seulgi and her sister Siren. The one casting its feathers in the back is Jackson.” I smile, “I think Jackson leads the peacocks.” He shakes his head, “Actually, it’s Seulgi and Siren.” I laugh, “You know, that makes sense.” He nods, “My irritator is coming over… Whenever he sees me in the window, he flys over and acts like he is arguing with me.” The one called Yugyeom starts marching over to us. He pokes at Jinyoung for a second and squints his eyes. He comes over and brushes his feathers over me, and goes back to Jinyoung, and squints again. Jinyoung squints back before Yugyeom pokes his hand. Jinyoung hisses and shoos Yugyeom away. “Do you need ice? Or something?” He shakes his head, “No, just need for him to go find something to do.” I laugh, and he gives me a tight smile.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I asked, “Why didn’t you ask Jaebeom to bring you here?” He sighs, “He’s my best friend. He shouldn’t be the one doing everything for me. I know he is my butler,... but I couldn’t ask him to do this.” I nod and place my hand on his shoulder, “You know he would do anything for you, right?” I caught a glimpse of his smile. “I feel the same way about him. I’ve just had a harder time expressing it as of late.” I ask the fateful question, “How long ago did this happen?” He looks down, “I’ve always had problems getting around as a kid, but two years ago, I got in a car wreck. It exacerbated it; I no longer had control of my legs. While I had limited mobility before only needing a wheelchair every once and a while. Now I’m here, and I’ve finally accepted it. I’m happy with the life I lead. But sometimes it would be nice if my house did not have stairs. I think that’s the worst part of it. Most of the time I’m stuck to the 2nd level. Because that’s where everything is,...” I nod as he looks over at me. “Well, whenever you want down here. Just ask me, and I’ll be over in an instant.” He smiles at me, and my heart flutters again, and I can’t help but smile back at him.

We watch the peacocks for a while before he smiles and says, “Well, I’m good now.” I nod and follow him back after giving Jinyoung medicine and helping him into his bed. Making sure he is comfortable, I leave and shut the door. Heading over to my room, I see Jaebeom sitting on the window ledge, “Hey, I saw you guys out in the garden today.” I nod with a big smile on my face before joining him and looking out at the traffic. “It’s the first time I’ve been out there. It's super pretty.” He nods, “It is out there, and thank you.” I shrug, “For what?” He shrugs back and goes into Jinyoung’s room. I smile and fall asleep with ease, happy that Jinyoung and I finally got to talk.

I wake up to the smell of pancakes, and I start to rush over to the dining room. Jaebeom sees me come out of my room and gestures towards Jinyoung’s room, and I raise a brow. But follow along and see Jinyoung propped up. He gestures for me to sit in the chair with a tiny table in front of it. “I wanted to eat breakfast in bed with you two,...” He trails off with a slight pink tint. I smile as Jaebeom sets the pancakes in front of us. Before grabbing us something to drink. Jaebeom smiles, “This is nice.” We agree and eat our breakfast in comfortable silence. “We should do this again,” Jinyoung nods, “I think so too. Thank you guys for joining.” I grin, and so does Jaebeom.

--

It’s been a few weeks since then, and it's gotten easier to care for Jinyoung. All three of us can interact and hold conversations. He accepted my help, and we are now seeing eye to eye on a lot of things. Jaebeom and Jinyoung’s friendship has repaired itself, and I’m so happy for them. While we still have our duties, Jinyoung tries to include us in his meetings and his work. Talking about how we care for him and he cares for us. I nearly cried myself to sleep the first time he said that because of how sweet that was. Sometimes you have to crack the hard exterior to meet the inner softie. I think I'm falling for him. I knock on the door with some herbal tea in hand. “Come in,” I come in and sit the tea down and drink a sip of mine. “You asked for some tea, but Jaebeom had some errands to run. Thus he asked me to make it.” He nods, “That’s okay,... I like your company too.” He gestures for me to sit next to him at the window. I bring a chair around, and we drink our tea in peace, and he asks, “Would you like to know more about them?” I nod, “They are Indian Peafowls. In Native American culture, they represent; self-esteem, dignity, refinement, knowledge, pride, and beauty.” I nod, “My uncle brought them over to property when I was little and taught me all about them. In some legends, they represent omens of nobility, guidance, holiness, watchfulness, and protection.” I smile, “That is super cool!” He continues, “I think that they protect this house and keep care of me. No matter what that thing--." He gestures to Yugyeom, the bird that is acting like he is trying to fight Jinyoung. With his feathers bristled and jumping at the window. “Does-- he truly cares.” I laugh and wave down at Yugyeom, and he calms down for a second only to continue. Before Jinyoung puts up his 'dukes', and acts like he’s punching him, Yugyeom falls over and sashes away. I cackle at the two of them, “Oh man, that is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone have that interaction with any animal.” He laughs, “I was about seven when they brought the peacocks over, and I met him first. We formed a special bond since he was a peachick. We used to play fight, and it’s continued into adulthood.” I laugh, “How long have you had this house?” He smiles, “I used to come here all the time as a kid, but when I turned sixteen, they turned it over to me. So about eleven years now.” I smile, “That is sweet of them.” He grins, “Yeah,...” He trails off, and we finish our tea.

“You want to feed them with me?” I nod, and we do the same routine of me, carrying the automated chair down the steps and holding it steady. I grab the feed once we make it past the french doors. We head out further, this time on the brick-paved trail, and spread the feed out around the trail. They notice almost immediately, and they all rush over, and I gasp as I watch them eat. “Wow, can they get any more majestic?” He nods, “Yeah, when they all walk with their feathers out. It’s a sight to see since they only do it once in a while.” I nod and watch them all get enough of the feed and go their separate ways. Yugyeom and Jackson stay before he turns around and shows me his flight and flies to the top of a tree. “Uh, did he just fly? I did not know they could fly. I thought they were like ostriches. Oh my god, this made them so much cooler.” Jinyoung laughs, “Yeah, they are one of the largest flying birds.” I grin, “Oh, wicked.” He agrees before Yugyeom starts squawking at him, and Jinyoung squawks back. I raise a brow but don’t question it as I watch Yugyeom look between the two of us again before he makes a squawk of surprise. I stand up, and he swiftly turns and pushes me towards Jinyoung. “Um?” Jinyoung squawks at him back, and Yugyeom ruffles his feathers and walks away. “Um, what was that about?” He smiles over at me, “He thinks I need a little push, and he is um?...” He looks down at his hands, “He is like courting you for me?” My mouth drops open, but I don’t let out a sound. “I uh,... he thought I liked you before. And for me coming out with you a second time. Probably confirmed his suspicions?” My cheeks turn red, and I look over to see his cheeks are red as well. “Um,... can I ask if his suspicions of you liking me are true?” He nods, “I may,... Would that be crossing a line?” I shake my head no, “No,... I may as well.” We sit there for a moment, wondering where to go from here. “Hey, I thought I would find the two of you out here!” We look over at Jaebeom, and he comes over to us. “Am I interrupting something?” We exchange a look before shaking our heads no.

--

After that confession, nothing really changed. The next month was filled with doing random activities together and going to actual doctor appointments. Jinyoung refused to go into the room alone and dragged us both along. When the doctor would turn away from us, we would make silly faces at each other. While trying to hold our laughter in, which was pretty successful until they would leave for a moment. And we would be in fits of giggles by the time they can back. We would quickly conduct ourselves and grin at each other. These are the moments I would never wish for to end.

--

I get a call from my contracting office, “Jaebeom only hired you for three months and two weeks. So in a week, we will be assigning you to a new place.” When I get off the call, I start bawling into my pillow. I feel at home here. I do not want to leave them. What happens when I leave them? Will their routine go back to normal? I can’t let that happen. And what about my feelings for Jinyoung? I don’t think I am ready to get over them. As I bawl, I hear a soft knock on my door. I quickly wipe my tears and tell them to come in. It’s Jinyoung, “Hey,... Um, are you okay? I think I heard you crying.” My brain battles me on whether I should tell him the truth or fib. And I tell him softly about my company call. He moves closer, and before I can start crying, I feel his hands holding mine. I look up at him, and he squeezes my hands. “It’s okay. I am here. I am not going to let you leave me. Unless... that is what you want?” I shake my head no, “I want to stay here with you,... but I can’t if my contract is over.” He removes a hand from mine and pulls out his phone from the holder, dialing up something. “Hello, I would like to speak to the contracting department.” I raise a brow, trying to hold back my tears still, “Yes, this is Park Jinyoung. I am currently under the care of (L/n) (Y/n). My butler, Lim Jaebeom, called and had you assign them to me. And I want the contract extended indefinitely. Yes,... I know how much that will cost. Now, I wish for you never to call them again. Unless they call first.” He hangs up and places it back in his holder, “J-Jin-Jinyoung?” A few tears slip from my eyes, and he raises my chin to look him in the eyes. “I think I’m in love with you.” He brings up our joined hands and wipes my tears with his thumb. “You don’t have to cry. You’re not leaving.” I nod and throw my arms around him, “I think I love you too, Jinyoung. I am not going to leave you either.” He rubs my back, and I pull back. I look down at his lips, “Aw man, I am interrupting something this time.” We shake our heads, and I peck Jinyoung’s cheek. Jaebeom says, “I was going to ask if you wanted to see Youngjae’s and Soyeon’s baby peacocks but... since you guys are busy.” We roll our eyes, and we head over to the stairwell. Jaebeom raced us down there and opened the doors. “It is going to be a little awkward third-wheeling you guys now. But I think I can get used to it. Considering I have been doing that unofficially for a while now.” We roll our eyes at him again, and he laughs. He leads us over to the pile where the harem is all circled around the bundles of joy.

They squeak at their mother, and we all coo at them. I find myself holding Jinyoung’s hand, and my heart nearly falls apart. I feel a soft peck on my hand and turn to see Yugyeom. I didn’t think a bird could look smug but turns out I’m wrong. Because Yugyeom surely looks smug, I squint at him, and he squints back. Before joining the rest of the harem to stare at the little ones. “I think Yugyeom approves.” Jinyoung looks up at me, “I think so too...”

--

A few days later, after helping Jinyoung bathe and whatever else. Jaebeom tells me to go, get dressed up nicely. I raise my eyebrows at him, and he tells me to go along with it. So I do. When I finish getting dressed, he brings me into the dining room located on the first floor. It’s the first time I have ever been into this one, let alone eat in here. The room is dimly lit with fairy lights hanging all around with a red candle lit and slowly melting. He brings me over to the seat, and I scoot myself in and before I can ask. Jinyoung comes into my view and sits in front of me, “I thought I would make our first date special. So I asked Jaebeom to prepare all of this... I hope it’s not too much.” I shake my head, “It’s perfect.” Jaebeom brings over two plates, “Bon appetit if you need me. I will be in the upstairs dining room. Eating by myself and watching the notebook.” We shake our heads and laugh, “Thank you, my compliments to the chef.” He rolls his eyes and sees himself out.

We eat slowly, “Thank you for taking care of me and falling in love with me.” I grin, “How could I not? Loving you is everything I dreamt of and more.” He blushes at my words, and we eat before he places his hand on the table, and I put mine on his. He intertwines our fingers as we began to realize that this is the beginning of a forever. “With you next to me, I think I can take on the world.” I whisper to him, “We will take on the world together.” I grin as we finish our dinner, and I put the plates in the sink. I quickly wash them before joining Jinyoung. He grabs my hand and leads me over to the french doors.

“Fun fact, baby peafowls can walk three days after they are born.” I gasp, “No way.” He laughs, “Yeah, come on.” He speeds up a bit over to Soyeon and Youngjae. The peafowls raise their heads at us before she lifts her wing. And the peachicks walk around the two of us before rejoining her warmth. I am simply amazed, “Can you believe that?” He nods, “Well, we are like family to these Peacocks, so they want their babies to understand that as well.” I look over at him, “My heart is going to combust with this information.” He grins, “Yeah, imagine me when I was little, and I figured that out.” I grin over at him, “Man, you must have run to your parents, and they must have been so happy for you.” He nods, “They were and asked me to introduce them, of course.” I laugh, “That is adorable. I love you.” I blush as those words slip out, and he pulls me down, and I fall onto his lap, and he kisses me. “You don’t know how long I have wanted to do that.” My cheeks are beet red when we pull away, and his cheeks match mine. “Let’s do it again.” He laughs, and we kiss again. I turn around and look at who is pecking my back to see Yugyeom and Jackson there. Their wings spread, and I cannot help but laugh, “I think they are protecting the peachick's eyes.” He laughs, “I think so too... Let’s take this back, shall we?” I grin and move off of him and place a kiss on his lips again.

[jellyhaven]

doctor jinyoung jaksow— this is too much for my heart 😩😭💔

Destined (Series)

Summary: You craved meeting your soulmate, but you wished more than anything he could be your best friend, Mark. When Mark finally meets his soulmate, you get the chance to find yours and he’s not at all what you expected.

Characters: Park Jinyoung x reader ft Mark Tuan

Genre: soulmate au / angst / romance

A/N: This was meant to be a Mark story but I went and made the mistake of making Jinyoung the second guy. Of course, he didn’t appreciate this and it twisted into something greater. This is my longest oneshot on here, but I hope you’ll give it a chance!

Also prepare your hearts because Jinyoung is a doctor in this, you have been warned! 

Finally, this ended up being a mini-series. The links are just below to the following stories.

Word count: 8336

Series Index:  Destined // To Love You // Forever [M]

You had often heard of it.

That feeling you would be consumed with as soon as you crossed paths with your soulmate. The undeniable urge to be at their side forever, travelling through life making memories and a family of your own, raising your children to dream of their own destined partner. You had craved to experience it for most of your life.

You had waited to meet your soulmate for so long now that you wondered if there was something wrong though. It was said that everyone would meet their partner before twenty-five, that way there would be plenty of time to finish tertiary schooling and get a job before moving onto a life full of love, marriage and stability. Society had been designed to follow this path for everyone and it was almost a perfect execution.

There were small nuances that society couldn’t control though, such as when a soulmate died before their partner could meet or when they had been born later than expected. Generally, even with slight age differences, by twenty-five most people had crossed paths once with their destiny.

But you were twenty-six already and had been for some time. Your twenty-seventh birthday was coming and you were panicked. Were they a few years behind you in age and you had just gotten unlucky and had to wait? That wouldn’t be so bad as long as they turned up. Was it worse than that; had your soulmate died? You didn’t want to consider being one of the minority – those who had no one to live their lives out with naturally. Could you still find someone if that was the case? Another minority who would match you as close as a soulmate could?

You knew of someone. You had known him your whole life, actually. And as much as you loved Mark with every fibre of your being, you knew that came from growing up together, from being best friends for so long. He knew everything there was to you, and the same could be said back. You couldn’t go a single day without Mark.

But he wasn’t your soulmate.

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[leefics]

Hi!! Can you please write a scenario where reader gets hurt and mafia!yoongi helps them? 🙏

Prompt:

Touching #20 - stitching up an injury

prompt / touching (#20); "bandaging/stitching up an injury." pairing / mafia!yoongi x reader genre / fluff, slight angst word count / 881 words warnings / blood, injuries, and swearing lee’s notes / this is a tad bit longer but i hope you enjoy!

"hello?" yoongi says, answering his phone.

he raises his hand towards the man he was training, motioning for him to go take a break. "hey, you there?" he asks, wondering why you called.

"...yoongs," you mumble, a slightly wincing.

he quickly notices the pain in your tone, "(y/n)? are you okay?" he asks, alarm in his tone.

you shakily breathe out, leaning against the couch in his office. "i-i'm in your office. c-could you come here?" you ask, closing your eyes shut from the pain.

he quickly walks out of the room towards the elevator. "i'm on my way." he says, "did something happen?"

you simply let out another sigh, not having the energy to explain. "just come here, please." you mumble, alarming yoongi more.

he bites his lip and quickly walks into the elevator, pressing the button to the highest floor. "i'm almost there, angel. just a little more." he says, anxiously waiting for the elevator to arrive to his floor.

when the doors finally open, he brisk walks towards his office, practically slamming the door open. when he sees you inside, his breath hitches.

you were laying on his couch, eyes slightly closed. at first glance, you looked completely fine. but when he looked at you closer, he realized you were holding onto your lower abdomen.

"hey, hey, i'm here." yoongi says, rushing towards you.

you look up at him, letting out a sigh in relief as tears threaten to come out of your eyes. "i-it hurts, yoongs." you mumble, lip quivering.

he swiftly puts himself behind you, letting your back rest against his chest. "where does it hurt, angel?" he softly asks, carefully watching you.

he sees you wince before lifting your shirt, and his eyes immediately widen at the deep cut on your skin. "shit, what happened?" he quickly exclaims, putting your shirt back on top to apply pressure.

you whimper and lean towards him, closing your eyes again. "someone brushed against me on the way up. i think he had a knife." you mumble, causing yoongi to clench his jaw.

"fuck—okay, just stay awake for me, okay, angel?" he says, bringing out his phone.

he dials seokjin, bringing the phone to his ear. while the phone rings, he gently rubs your arm up and down, giving you a kiss on your temple.

"hello?" seokjin answers, making yoongi let out a sigh in relief.

"hyung, i need you to get jinyoung up to my office right now. i think someone snuck in and grazed (y/n) with a knife." he says, hearing seokjin gasp from the other line.

he audibly shifts around, "alright, i sent him a message. he should be there soon." seokjin replies, "do you guys need anything else?"

yoongi huffs and checks up on you, "just get hoseok and jungkook to monitor the cameras. i swear to god—i don't want the prick who did this leaving the damn building."

when he hears seokjin's affirmative response, he thanks him and hangs up, giving his attention back to you. "i'm right here, angel." he whispers, letting out a stressful sigh.

...

"jungkook, my girlfriend almost bled out in front of me. i don't care if he's one of your best, you fucking tell him he's on his last straw. if this shit happens again, i won't hesitate to talk to him myself." yoongi reprimands, facing away from you as he spoke to jungkook on the phone.

you wince as you wake up from the sound, trying your best to adjust the lights in the room. yoongi sees this and quickly hangs up, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"hey, you're up." yoongi says, putting his hand over yours. "jinyoung just finished up stitching your wound."

you simply nod, hesitantly looking downwards. yoongi sighs at this, grabbing a roll of bandages from the cupboard in front of him.

"i'll just bandage you up, yeah?" he says, putting his hand on yours.

"okay," you croak out, not wanting to see your wound.

yoongi gently helps you sit up, leaning you against the headboard behind you. once you're comfortable, he unrolls the bandage and begins wrapping it around your abdomen.

he scoots closer to you, letting out a small smile when you lean your head against his shoulder. "does it hurt a lot?" he asks softly, glancing towards you.

you shake your head, looking at him reassuringly. "it's pretty numb. but i am a little dizzy from the anesthesia."

he nods, finishing up the bandage. "we got the guy who did it. namjoon and hoseok are talking to him downstairs." he explains, rubbing your arm.

"that's good," you mumble, not wanting to dwell on it too much.

yoongi brings your gaze up to him, caressing your cheek. "you scared me, angel." he says, looking at you with a pained expression. "i never thought i'd see you in that much pain."

you pout at this, putting your hand over his. "but i'm okay now." you whisper, your lips forming a small smile. "and i have you to thank for that."

he simply sighs and leans in closer, giving you a tender kiss. "i'm never letting you go through anything like that again." he says, shaking his head. "that man will regret ever even coming across bangtan."

[emojellyace08]

Lookism Men x Singer/Musician! Reader 🖤🥀 🤟 🎶

A/N: I'm making the reader in the subculture of pop-punk smth like that for the most part but feel free to pick your own music genre. Genre: fluff ☁️, and slight angst 🥀 pairing: character/s x reader (romantic ; reader is gender neutral) Warnings: slight mentions of personal problems Picture/character name: Nana Osaki

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Duke Pyeon/Eli Jang/Jake Kim/Jerry Kwon/Lineman/Sinu Han/Young Jinyoung Park/Jace Park/Kwak Jihan/(add in: Mary Kim! because why not she slays)

They really loves your voice. You're not only kind and helpful, you're also very talented and he feels very gifted to have someone like you :).

They also finds it a new interesting thing about you. If you're shy about your singing/music skills please don't! They're willing to listen to your beautiful voice and amazing talent. So there's need to gatekeep on what you can do (but they wouldn't pressure you too much they know boundaries).

They also wouldn't mind if you collaborate with them! They thinks it's a good bonding time in your relationship. Whether it's singing to other musicians' songs or composing your own they find it really enjoyable.

They would also be you personal manager or your bandmate if you asked me. I'm pretty sure that they at least know something about music or they're just also really good at it but they're also shy about it (whether if they're a good vocalist, knows how to play musical instruments or a composer they will do a good job with it and he'll appreciate it if you help them gather more ideas for new projects). You just gotta keep your relationship in private if both of you ever got famous because of some fans (y'know what I mean).

If you play musical instruments, they would blush when you insist to teach them the basics. Or, if you want to learn how to play and they know how to (please I want someone to teach me how to play the guitar it's so hard lol), they will spend their free time teaching you. Nonetheless if both of you are patient with each other, it can form a strong bond and connection.

They are willing to protect you especially when excited fans tries to touch you when they get a bit too thrilled to finally meet both of you. You even got to scold them while patching them up for being careless about themselves since they get hurt trying to shield you a bunch of times. But don't blame them, they want to make sure you and your privacy is safe (and they'll get flushed and a bit concerned when you also do the same for them).

They will be willing to listen and know about the meaning of your songs/covers. They will find a bit upsetting if you're ashamed of what you can do or if you are using your talent to vent out your negative emotions and personal problems as a coping mechanism. Nonetheless, they will be willing to reach out and talk to you about it. Besides they know that spending your time doing your hobbies/talent can be really healthy to release your stress. But next time don't hesitate to talk about your personal issues because they're your partner and they want to see you better, despite being a bit embarrassing on your part.

If you suffer from stage fright, don't worry if you don't mind they will sing with you! They find it a bit stressful for you to feel like this because they really believe on what you can do and also you as a person. So, they will cheer you up and give the best and genuine compliments.

1000/10 power couple vibes.

Zack Lee/Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Goo Kim/Jiho Park/Warren Chae/Tom Lee/Olly Wang/Kuroda Ryuhei/Vin Jin/Yuseong/Kwak Jibeom/Gongseob Ji

Do I even need to start? He will be your number one fan.

Not really good in terms of singing/music? (sorry Vin I do like you but Duke is just better lol). They're probably out of tune most of the times but he will practice almost every hour just to impress you lmao. But with practice and hard work (along with your help), he can keep up with you!

He is willing to give up his training just to stay beside you. They might be a little bit obsessed over you, but they do know boundaries. He'll respect it if you want your free time, but he will still cry inside because he really wants to spend his extra time with you.

He will not admit it, but he thinks that he enjoys spending his time with you teaching him your interests? It's not necessarily that he's super passionate with music (except for Vin). But he finds it a good hobby when he's bored. He would also find it enjoyable if he teaches you his body training techniques (but he may unconsciously push you to your limits so you gotta tell him what you like and what you're not comfortable with). He would also force you almost every night (especially Yuseong, Goo, and Ryuhei) to hum him a lullaby before he sleeps, bastard. But like I said, he would stop if you're not comfortable with it. But if he has puppy ears it would surely droop down the moment you turned off his offer.

He thinks that playing musical instruments is so damn hard. Like how the hell can you play *your instrument of choice* so smooth? Almost perfectly if you asked me. Now he wanna learns how to play too! Be patient with him because he may accidentally break it (for example strumming the guitar so hard lmao).

He will also whoop someone's ass if they ever tried to touch you. But he may misunderstand the situation with someone who's just excited to ask for an autograph 🗿. Now don't blame him, he's really cautious with any potential danger (especially when you became famous). Now you gotta scold his ass off telling him to be nicer to your fans and he'll be crying and sniffing pleading for your forgiveness. But still, his preservative demeanor will still be active especially when you're out for tours. He's also a great body guard even when he's super a blockheaded person at times.

He's the type to look really tough but cries at hearing emotional songs? You can see the tears that threatened to fall on his now red-glossy eyes as he doesn't know why he feels like this every time you sing a meaningful song with your beautiful song. You're like a goddess given life, his princess if you asked me.

He will scream like the biggest fanboy he's ever been when you're feeling nervous for a stage performance. The only thing missing at this point is him holding up a board with your pictures plastered with colorful/*color of choice* on it to cheer you up lmao.

He' a chaotic crackhead and also pretty dumb at times. He wants to guard and almost babysit you on rehearsals.

Gun Park/Johan Seong/Jiho Park (villain arc/James Lee/Daniel Park (post-gun training/Jay Hong/Jake Kim/Samuel Seo/Taesoo Ma/Kwak Jichang/Hudson Ahn/Yoojin/Mandeok/Cheon Taejin/Xiaoleoung/Jason Yoon/Brad Lee

He doesn't really care if you can sing or make music? But he does find it an interesting fact about you though.

He would be honestly feel a bit blessed if he have a partner who's not only strong willed, helpful and emotionally intelligent/logical but also talented (his type might be a too unrealistic but I guess as long as you're a positive or a good person he might catch feelings for you especially Daniel).

Doesn't really care about one's physical appearance in some aspects (some men in this list have preferences but he's not too picky either except for Samuel and Jiho lmao). But he would find it hot and appealing if you wear your own preference in clothing that matches your music style. He thinks that it can also catch your audiences' attention to be presentable not only talent/skill wise but also in your fashion sense.

He might not admit it but he loves your voice. He finds it calming since he's either having troubles with his sleep schedule and he's really tired. Anything you sing is okay for him, hearing your voice is enough as you ruffle his hair to help him take a nap. But his cold-stone heart will slowly melt if you sing his favorite song/s for him in a soft and calm manner.

He's not really a singer but he does hum at times either when if he's bored or in private all alone because he's too focused on his work or either he's embarrassed by it (Daniel has a very exceptional singing skills we all that). He might reject or skip your offer of him helping you out for your project since he's either busy dealing with his enemies, him getting a bit shy and unsure, or him just not being in the mood for it. But after some forcing persuading, he might accept your offer but he still have doubts about it lol. He might prefer doing some back-up vocals though. He will find it annoying if you keep forcing him to sing with you. But he can't resist to you as his partner. So you might hear a low (yet beautiful tone) voice of his singing along with you especially on karaoke bars.

Though I headcannon that he prefers being your bodyguard/manager (something along of the lines like that). Since he's super strong, cunning, fast and a very outstanding fighter he wouldn't hesitate to kick your stalker's ass the moment he catches up on them. He wants to make sure that your privacy and personal life is secured and safe as much as possible. And he will get his job done.

Not the best in comfort because he's mostly serious at times (especially Gun and Samuel), but he will still try his best to cheer you up before your performance. You're precious to him.

He will not admit it but he does find it enjoyable to spend time with you on what you like to do/hobbies especially when he's free. He might be interested to play your instrument of choice or practice his vocal skills more with you as his coach and lover. Who knows?

Bonus! DG (Kang Dag Yeom)/Daniel Park/Duke Pyeon (sorry I might come out as a bit of a biased person lmao)

He's a singer/musician as well! So no need to be embarrassed by your music skills.

Though he can't help to admire your beauty, he's most likely act professional in times of work. You got lots of projects to do that must be done on time, so he'll most likely put his feelings aside first.

He's very attentive about your ideas for your new projects. If you don't mind he might even recommend some tips and his thoughts for that additional flair on the music. Not only him working with you is organized, it's also very enjoyable while still being focused.

He might know how to play a musical instrument (DG for sure), but for Daniel and Duke they're more of a vocalist and composer. So teaching him how to play or you studying together to play your musical instrument of choice is also very entertaining. DG will be willing to teach you the basics first if you asked him for help when he's free. So you don't need to feel shy about it.

He also cares for the meaning of the songs you're composing/making a cover for. He really believes that music is not only something catchy on our hearing, but also it needs to be a beautiful and meaningful masterpiece. He might get concerned if your song of choice might be a bit personal on your side, but he'll make sure that he'll talk about it with you (in a good way ofc). Nonetheless as long as you're happy with the song, he'll be fine with it too.

He'll also try his best to protect you. Daniel and DG can kick some perverted people if needed. As for Duke, I'm not really confident that he can fight back but I'm sure he'll still try his best to take care of you in his own ways :).

They feel stage fright at times but he'll get a bit more anxious when you're the one that experiences it. He wants you to know that you can get through it. So if you don't mind he will sing with you too.

1000/10 couple vibes (again lol).

[k-femdove]

『Masterlist !』

key:: 🪐 = smut, 🌥️ = fluff, 🌒 = angst 

NCT 

Mark Lee

Welcome to Miami Series 🌥️| Ongoing | pt 1

Mark Lee’s your new roommate. You guys party. Feelings develop.

Huang Renjun

First love series 🌥️ | Ongoing | prologue, day 1

Soulmate au but it’s first loves instead. You know who your first love will be, but he doesn’t.

Qian Kun

Teach Me 🪐 | First in the university series?

TA Kun comes to your house to tutor you. slight omegaverse

Lee Taeyong

Ruin Me 🪐 | second in the uni series

Seducing your professor Taeyong in his office

STRAY KIDS

Han Jisung

Detention 🪐

You’re stuck in detention with Jisung. You can guess what happens next.

GROUPS I NO LONGER WRITE FOR

GOT7

Park Jinyoung

Something New 🪐

Pegging Jinyoung out the window

[aehyei]

hello! for the prompt game, can you do yuta + 'i think i’m falling in love with you'? if it could be a bit angsty but also really fluffy (if that makes sense lmao) it would be awesome :D

𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗚

There are exactly three reasons why you shouldn’t fall for a man named Nakamoto Yuta: (1) he had a reputation of being a cheater. (2) he’s your sister’s ex. (3) he always carries a red flag. 

PAIRING : sister’s ex-boyfriend!yuta x reader

GENRE : angst, fluff, mini crack, slight enemies-to-lovers, college!au

WC : 3.12k

WARNINGS : mentions of cheating, cuss words, yuta is low key an asshole in the story...or is he? 

TAG LIST : @annikae @inupinggu​ @ahtisa02​ @severefireangelprune​ @mastergibbs93​ @ukiyokan​ @changminurheart​ @terjeno @rinyx @pu-nch @mark-wife-renjun-whore @myeowmyeow @cheolsgirl @lilacboba @jenoobies @k1lljoyss @stayzentiny @kkotjia @brookgyu @artgukk @love4keum + fill out this form to be added on my general tag list.

PLAYLIST : (i knew you were trouble • taylor swift), make you mine (acoustic) • public), (perfect two (acoustic) • auburn)

 PROMPT USED : “i think i’m falling in love with you”

AUTHOR’S NOTES : THIS TOOK TOO LONG TO FINISH I AM SO SORRY >_< btw the fic is lowkey related in to jaehyun story ‘New University? It comes with a new crush!’ so check that out too!

“SO YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU PERSONALLY MET THE 127 MEMBERS!?”

You groan in annoyance, staring at Yuri in disbelief. “Yes I did. One of their members used to date my sister. How many times do I even have to say this?”.

“Oh my god! You’re so lucky! Why are the new students always the lucky one?” She whinnied, stomping her feet on the ground as if she was a kid who’s having a tantrum. “I’m not lucky, 127 are jerks. All of them are.” 

“Well how do you know that?!” 

“Nakamoto Yuta cheated on my sister.” You stated, blankly. 

Yuri blinked at you, then covered her mouth in pure shock. “Wait really?! Oh my god, that’s a scandal! 127 boys are known to be the perfect seniors!”. 

“Yuri, I would love to continue gossiping with you, but I’ve got to go. I got to make an important phone call.” You lied, taking the phone out of your jacket’s pocket before letting out a fake smile and turning your heels. “Wait—Y/n! Let’s talk again later!” The older girl shouts from your behind, waving her hand. 

You didn’t even look back, nor did you look forward to even meeting her later. 

“Name?” 

“Jeon Y/n.”

“Age?” 

“17.”

Chunja nods her head while lazily slouching at her seat, “Write your number here, Ms. Jeon.” 

You did as she said and passed her back the pen. Chunja signed your id, “Welcome to NCITY University, hope you enjoy your stay here or whatever.” 

“This isn’t a hotel.” You narrowed your eyes at her and clicked on your tongue, leaning more at the table before snatching the id out of her hands. You walked away to the other side where your first class is without even thanking her.

“She’s creepy.” Jinyoung peaks his head from the corner. “No. She just knows her stuff,” Chunja scowls at her little brother, grabbing a crumbled paper to throw at him, “And don’t you have class?! Be responsible for once and don’t be late!”. 

“Noona, chill! I still have to get my sugarcake to class before I go too. You know, to show how much of a boyfriend material I am?'' Jinyoung smugly says, referring to the new freshmen over a month ago who he has a crush on. “I told you, don’t even bother her—you know what? I’m telling mom.” 

“But Noona! I’m a big boy now!” 

There’s a huge difference between you and your sister and anyone could see it even without glasses. Your sister’s the bubbly type, talkative and adorable, while you’re the complete opposite: quiet and composed. And honestly speaking, when the news of your sister dating spread, you were happy for her at first. You knew how much she always dreamed of having her own love story. 

But when you met Yuta, you instantly saw the red flags. He had tattoos on his arm, ear and belly piercing (don’t ask how you know that), and the way he styled his hair in a comma. He looks like the bad boy that came out of every girl’s dream. You really don’t give a shit or two for bad boys, but there’s something about Yuta that radiates a huge dick energy. 

No, you don’t mean it in a sexual way. You mean it in a way that you know he’s the exact meaning of trouble. 

So just like any other good sister would do, you warned her about Yuta but she kept defending him at all costs. The more she speaks about him with hearts in her eyes, the more you grow to hate her boyfriend. 

“Is that Y/n?” Taeyong lets out a huge shit eating grin seeing you, he puffs his chest and chuckles in surprise. “Oh, Y/n! Long time no see.” Doyoung was no better, his voice sweet enough to fool anybody but his eyes showed something else. 

Oh, another thing you hate about Nakamoto Yuta: his fucking friends. Whenever your sister forces you to come with her to every party 127 throws, there will be no day that they’ll let you live your life down. Hell, you didn’t even really want to spend your college life in NCITY University, knowing all the shittiest boys you know are here, but thanks to your mom, here you are anyways. 

You didn’t give any of the two the blessing of your attention and walked past him, making sure your shoulders bump theirs for good measure. 

“Crazy bitch,” you hear one of them mutter under their breath. You freeze on your tracks, clenching your fists tightly. But instead of punching them in the faces, you continued walking away. 

“Y/n, I don’t know you go here,” Jaehyun’s eyes widened seeing you. “That’s probably because it’s my first day.” You reply coldly, pushing past him too. 

Jaehyun’s the sweetest out of everyone, at least. If the rest are the worst, he’s just bad. 

“Well, well, well, Jeon Y/n.”

Speak of the devil. 

“How’s Somi? Is she doing good?” Yuta asks, leaning his whole body on the wall just beside where you stand to cover your way. “Who even gave you the right to speak her name?” You laugh dryly, poking your tongue in the inside of your right cheek. “Ahhh, I see you never changed. Still overprotective over your little sis? Tell me, Jeon, is she still crying over me?” 

God knows how much you want to break his jaw right now. 

“Get out of my way, Nakamoto and no one gets hurt.” You threatened, stepping a step closer. For a minute, you forgot who you were talking too. But you were reminded that this was Yuta, the cockiest man you ever know, so instead of stepping away, he inched closer. 

“No offense, but I feel like getting threatened by a cupcake.” 

You just have no time for this. 

“Look, just stay away from Somi. Don’t you have a heart? You slept with her own best friend you prick.” 

Yuta narrowed his eyes at you, slowly licking his lips, “That’s what she told you? Huh, Somi, you’re more than I expected.” 

“I don’t care what you expect from her.” You raised both your hands to the air then shook your head, leaving the Japanese man alone in the hallways. Yuta looked down at the floor and noticed an id that may have slipped out of your hands. He tried to glance around to find you, but seeing that you were gone, he decided to pick it up. “Jeon Y/n, not so smart to drop your id where I am.” 

“Where is it? Fuck, where did I put it?” You mumble to yourself, patting all the pockets you have then rummaged inside your backpack. “Hey, it’s past time for freshman’s classes. Are you okay? Do you need help?” A girl who looks older than you asks, kneeling right beside you. 

“No, I’m fine—”

“—I’m Nam Hyunjae, by the way! And you are?” Hyunjae introduces herself with a warm smile, helping you even if she really doesn’t know what you need help with. “I don’t need your help.” You decline, being as polite as you can but you were sure that you sounded rude instead. “No biggie, you’re like the new friend I met last month.” 

You were half impressed at how she didn’t sound offended even if you tried to push her away. Maybe some people are just too kind for this world. 

“I...lost my id.” You admitted, neck and ears flushing out in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe that you just lost the most important thing as a student. Not to mention, but that id also contains your personal information. Whoever took it knows where you live, your number, your name, and your birthdate. 

“That’s awful! Come on, I know the perfect person who could help us!” Hyunjae gasps, then stands up, dusting off her jeans before lending out a hand to help you stand up. You stared at her hand then back at her. “I can stand on my own…uh, thanks.” You say, standing up after.

“Oh yeah, I knew that,” Hyunjae flashes an awkward smile then removes her hand, “anyways, come with me. Chunja works part time for the school, so I think she could help you with your id.”

You followed her to where Hyunjae claims that Chunja always stays on; that's basically on the other side of the whole campus, so you were able to tour yourself around. There was two things you noticed: (1) Hyunjae’s just like your sister—talking and bubbly. (2) This university is fucking huge. You didn’t really listen to half of what she’s talking about as you breathed in the fresh air.

“—That’s Chunja! Chunja! Over here!” Hyunjae calls a familiar looking girl who’s busy texting someone on her phone. Chunja looks up then where the both of you stand and that’s when you realized that she’s the one who made your id in the first place.

“Hyunjae? What are you doing with a freshman? Their class started like 15 minutes ago.” Chunja frowns noticing your figure. You sensed that she really didn’t like your company but not to worry, you also weren’t fond of her either. “Ahh, this freshman lost her id and I thought maybe you could help us find it!” Hyunjae answers her old friend.

“An id is one thing students in NCITY University could not replace. This place has a strict policy about that. No id, no entry; which means this freshman could never enter the campus ever again which also means that i’m not helping at all.”

“Oh come on! Chunja!” Hyunjae whinnies, skipping over to the girls side. “Let it slip for once, it’s a common mistake! Anyone could lose their id.”

“It’s fine, I could talk to the dean—“

“Nonsense! Chunja will help us, she’s really a kind hearted woman. Come on Chunnie…please?”

Chunja’s frown deepens after hearing the nickname Hyunjae called her. She sighed and slipped her phone back into her pocket. “Fine. Just…never call me that again.” She then proceeded to look at you. “First things first, do you know who took it?”.

You shook your head.

“Where did you last see it?”

“I was holding it then after talking with Yuta—oh shit. Oh.” So your id is with that fucker. You inhaled sharply as anger started bubbling deep in your chest. “I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.”

“You know Nakamoto Yuta?” Hyunjae asks, eyes widened. You sighed, “Yes but it’s complicated and I—“.

Hyunjae didn’t really let you finish when she started squealing and jumping up and down like her butt was on fire. Chunja winces and shakes her head disappointedly, “Don’t mind her. She’s always like this when it comes to 127 members.”

“I met a girl named Yuri a while ago and she acted the same thing. Is 127 that popular here or whatever?” You scoffed, not actually believing people love those jerks. “Yuri? Oh to hell with that bitch. She’s bad news—every dirty gossip comes out of her mouth. Yuri can’t keep a secret and tells everyone all the dirt she hears.”

“You actually know Nakamoto Yuta personally!? Oh my god! Oh my god! You’re so lucky!”

You slightly cringed at Hyunjae, giving her an annoyed look. “Knowing that prick isn’t lucky, he’s a normal person to begin with.”

“Prick?” Chunja chuckles. “What did Nakamoto do to you?”.

“Nothing. He had done something to my sister but that’s not the point here. What’s important now is that Yuta has my id and I know he’s not going to give it back to me without anything in exchange.”

“Why don’t we ask him nicely? Oh! Oh! This is a good opportunity to approach 127! Especially Doyoung oppa.” Hyunjae sighs dreamily, literal hearts showing in her eyes. “I’m saying no,” Chunja stares at her and blinks. “I’m saying no too,” you agreed.

Just then, your phone dinged.

unknown: i know you want something back, but listen, i want something too. how about we do a friendly exchange and we’ll both get what we want?

“Who is it?”

You grit your teeth. “Nakamoto.”

“He must’ve gotten your phone number in your id, text him back or something.”

you: what do you want from me yuta?

nakamoto yuta: simple. i want you to understand that i did not cheat on your sister. i’m not that kind of man.

you: go to hell.

nakamoto yuta: oh? no id for you then.

you: fucking bastard.

nakamoto yuta: that’s not nice :(

nakamoto yuta: but you can be nice by meeting me later at 6 at the convenience store near campus. who knows? maybe i will give you back your id <3

You left him on read, exchanging unreadable looks with Chunja. Sure, you hate her, but maybe that’s because she just reminds you of someone who’s like you.

It was too easy to say that you skipped the first day of university but so hard to realize that yourself. You can’t believe you're forced to pull yourself out of class just because your sister’s ex-boyfriend stole your id. And you also couldn’t help but feel bad for Chunja and Hyunjae—your two seniors who also skipped their classes of the day—to help you get your id back.

And to be honest, the two girls were fun to be around with. Hyunjae’s all about sunshine and rainbows while Chunja’s all about the dark and stormy seasons. It’s amusing to see them call themselves friends when they are obviously the opposite of one another. It makes you wonder: why can’t you have friends? Why do you love pushing people away before they could even get close?

“You okay, kid?” Chunja asks you, puffing her cheeks. “Yeah, I-I’m fine,” you didn’t mean to stutter, but thank god that she chose to ignore how distressed you sounded. “So we’re meeting Yuta? As in that hottie? In the convenience store? I think I’m gonna faint.” Hyunjae exclaims, fanning herself with both her hands.

“Well don’t. Yuta isn’t the prince charming you're thinking of.” You grumble.

“No, not at all. He’s the villain, that one hot papi villain.”

You had trouble showing how annoyed you are the more you hear Hyunjae gushing about Yuta. Does no one really know the true colors these boys have? Do they all think they’re the perfect kind of boyfriend?

“Hyunjae, shut it.” Chunja shuts her friend, noticing how uncomfortable you looked. Hyunjae kept her arms up, closing an imaginary zipper on her lips. You sighed heavily, bringing both your hands on your hair before pulling on it’s strands, “Nakamoto Yuta is my younger sister’s ex-boyfriend, and he isn’t the most loyal one.” 

“Oh…my…god…” Hyunja might’ve forgot that she zipped her lips, because in the next second, her jaw dropped. “Well, that took a turn,” Chunja bit her lip, her heart clenching for you, “If you want, I’ll meet him instead and give him a piece of his mind.” 

You chuckle bitterly, shaking your head, “Nah, if someone’s going to beat his ass, that’ll be me.” 

What made you trust these girls easily? They just have something in them that makes you comfortable. You felt warm, welcomed—is this what friendship feels? 

“Well, it’s almost six. The decent thing to do at least is to drop you off at the convenience store.” Chunja wrapped an arm around you, ruffling your hair. For some reason, you were like the little sister she never knew she needed. Don’t get her wrong though, she loves Jinyoung too. You let yourself be dragged, too coped up yourself. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Hyunjae calls, making you humm. She pouts, “I’m sorry for not shutting up about you-know-who, I didn’t know he was a bad person. Your sister didn’t deserve what happened.” You cracked up a smile at this, shrugging, “It wasn’t your fault. Besides, I couldn’t blame you.” 

“Are you saying you find you-know-who and his friends attractive too?” 

“What? No!” 

“Thought you’d never show up,” Yuta says, his eyes scanning the chips area of the convenience store. He didn’t have to look at you to know that you’ve arrived. “My id,” you demanded, making sure he knows you aren’t here to mess around. 

“That fast? Don’t you want to catch up?” Yuta imitates a pout, finally facing you. His grin widens seeing how pissed you are, “I missed you, Y/n.” 

“Sounds like it’s not my problem.” You hissed, blood boiling once again. You want nothing but to slap the cocky smile out of his face. Yuta sighed, leaning his back on the nearby wall, staring at you with hooded eyes, “What made you think it was me who cheated? Did Somi never tell you about the kiss she shared with the guy she met at the club?”. 

“Don’t twist the story, Nakamoto.” 

“I’m not the bad guy here, Y/n. I didn’t cheat on her. But if breaking up with the girl who kissed another guy not just once, but twice, is bad, then maybe I may be a bad boy.” Yuta says, reaching for his pocket to reveal your id. 

“My id!” You yell, a little relieved to see it. You tried to grab it, but Yuta immediately raised your id on the air, making it difficult for you to reach. “Hey! Hand it over, you asshole!” 

“Not until you believe me.” 

“Why the hell will I believe you and not my own sister?” You stand by your ground, not afraid to back out. Even if Yuta’s face was close to yours, you still stubbornly stayed in your place. “Because,” he shrugged, his eyes slowly dropping on your lips before looking back in your eyes, “I’m telling the truth. And one of the things I hate the most is when someone turns their backs on me.” 

You cursed under your breath. If you’re stubborn, so is Yuta. 

“I fucking hate you, Nakamoto. But fine, let’s say I believe you. Now my id?” You grumble, taking a step back to create some space in between the two of you when you accidentally stepped on the wrong side and lost your balance. Yuta immediately wrapped an arm around you, pulling you towards his chest so you wouldn’t fall. 

You both gazed at each other’s widened eyes, mouth opened wide in surprise at what happened. But then Yuta grinned afterwards, a teasing glint in his eyes, “I think I’m falling in love with you, Jeon Y/n.” 

“W-Wha—” 

“Here,” Yuta helps you stand up properly and passes you back your id, “See you at classes tomorrow. I’ll take the word that you believe me.” 

And with that, he left you inside the convenience store still flustered over what happened. 

Wait…what did happen?

© AEHYEI, 2022

[flurrys-creativity]

666 Milestone Collab

After starting this collab in January it is finally time. I’m here to share the masterlist of all the stories written by incredible authors.

I am beyond grateful they joined otherwise this wouldn’t have been possible. Please show these authors much love and enjoy their supernatural stories to the fullest!

Answer / pt.2 by @daemour​​

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader, Choi San x Reader (Ateez); Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Genre: Fluff, Angst, Ghost AU, Mystery, Supernatural elements, vaguely horror; Warnings: Religious content, toxic possessiveness, slight yandere, mentions of death, death

Summary: For as long as Seonghwa had been roaming the world as a ghost, he hadn’t remembered much of his life when he was... well... living. But one thing he does remember is you. His childhood friend whom he hadn’t seen since he moved in primary school. So naturally, he seeks you out.

To his surprise, you can see him. He immediately decides to hold onto you for as long as he can. After all, you’re the only tie he has to the living world. He doesn’t want anything to get in the way of what could be a normal life. 

Not even your potential partners.

bàs a tha ri thighinn by @flurrys-creativity

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol (Seventeen) x Reader; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Genre: Fantasy, Angst, smidges of fluff, hopefully horror, maybe smut; Warnings: tbd.

Summary: You had moved into a house near a small village in the highlands of Scotland, which appeared to be a peaceful place by day with dozens of tourists but turned dangerous at night. Though having the town’s heart throb by your side should be enough for your protection, shouldn’t it?

Blood Red Love by @limjaeseven

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Kim Yugyeom (GOT7); Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Genre: Horror, Angst, Hannibal!AU, maybe smut; Warnings: Cannibalism, death, gore and more

Summary: Yugyeom should have remembered that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is, and that something, or better, someone came in the shape of a tall, handsome, psychiatrist with an impeccable taste in fashion and a penchant for the unspeakable.

Burn the World by @sanjoongie

Pairing: Kang Yeosang (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Genre: Smut, Demon AU, Supernatural AU; Warnings: blood, sex, use of the occult, religious aspects

Summary: As the leader of a cult, in an attempt to summon a demon to aid you in taking over the world, you utter a couple of words in Latin wrong and go from “let your powers enter me and me make powerful” to “let YOU enter my body and give me pleasure”. Kang Yeosang, a demon prince of the 2nd circle of Hell aka Lust, answers your summons. With blood sealing the contract, you have no option but to hope for the best and let the demon own your body.

Devotion by @flurrys-creativity

Pairing: Ten (NCT) x Reader; Rating: nsfw,18+, MDNI; Genre: Supernatural AU, Smut, hints of horror at the beginning; Warnings: darkness, imprisonment, being chained up, unprotected sex, riding, marking, making out

Summary: You saw it - no - him. Every night in your dreams. You saw him, spoke with him, touched him. He seemed to know exactly what was happening while you stumbled through the dark. Yet you were drawn to him. Enough to fulfill any request that spilled from his lips.

Knock Knock by @kingsuckjin​

Pairing: Park Jimin (BTS) x Fem!Reader; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Genre: Horror, Smut; Warnings: horror, haunting things happen, paranoia, smut, making out, edging, nipple play, dry humping, jimin has a marking and ownership fetish, biting, dirty talk, female fingering, jimin is the biggest fuckboy, this has a few cliché horror tropes

Summary: “Emergency broadcast alert: please remain indoors at this time. Close all curtains and windows, and fo not open any doors, do not let them in. This warning will be in effect until the next update. Please stay safe during this time.”

Say my name (ao3) by @mingsolo​

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Rating: 18+; Genre: Incubus AU, Supernatural AU, Demon AU, Smut; Warnings: sexual themes, mentions of alcohol, manifestations of demonic presence, cursing

Summary: Playing the Ouija board was stupid, but you did it anyways to please your dumb friends. How could you have known that the demon you summoned got a liking to observe you, and decided to toy with your patience until you finally said his name.

Under A Spell by @honeyhuii

Pairing: Yang Jungwon (Enhypen) x Reader; Rating: PG-13; Genre: Magic Academia AU, Love spell AU, Magic AU, Secret Admirer AU, One-sided Enemies to lovers, Classmates to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining; Warnings: prefect!witch!Jungwon, witch!reader, mentions of food, swearing, kissing, minimal fight scenes and kidnapping

Summary: Being in love was never easy. But being in love with Yang Jungwon? That was an oncoming storm. Especiall since he considers you an enemy... But you were completely head over heels for the prefect and would coninue to send him love notes every day even if it means that’s the only way he’ll notice you... Well that was until your two best friends decide to give you a love potion that makes Jungwon fall for you.. You should’ve given the label a read before you put it in his locker because if Jungwon didn’t already dislike you, now he definitely will.

Once again a big thank you to all the authors that joined this crazy journey! Thanks so much for putting up with my chaos! I had an incredible time and hope you had a similar joy in this collab.

[winter-dayz]

We’ll Figure it Out - Part II

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader College AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Smut Words: 2074 Warnings: sexual content (dom!jinyoung, sub!reader, grinding, marking, panty stealing, female receiving oral, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration); strong language

We’ll Figure it Out Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Taglist: @soobin-chois​

Late summer had rolled into fall and with fall came midterms. With midterms, the semester found itself becoming increasingly busier and neither Y/N nor Jinyoung could quite find time to go out on a “date” again. Or maybe that’s what they told themselves as they respectively didn’t want to get their own hopes up if it was destined to crumble eventually anyway.

When they did manage to see one another, it was in passing on campus or the rare free lunch period that he joined her group of friends. For obvious reasons, he was hesitant to spend time with them. But, each time her and her friends’ paths crossed with his, they were kind and welcoming, inviting him to hang out or come study. More often than not, he politely refused, but a few times he had joined after some slight coercing and catching sight of Y/N’s pout.

Slowly, but surely, her friends became his without him even noticing. The group of four easily turned into five, and he even found himself spending time with their friends whether Y/N was present or not. Eventually, he divulged his career and status, but none of them acted any differently. They weren’t unaware of who he was, seeing as Y/N had spilled the beans pretty quickly to Mina who blabbed to Gray who gushed to Jack, but they still didn’t treat him as anyone other than their friend JP, which he was grateful for.

What he wasn’t grateful for was Jack’s constant picking at his “relationship” with Y/N, as he was doing currently.

“Can you just drop it?” Jinyoung mumbled, glare trained on his midterm study guide.

Jack hummed, tapping his own book repeatedly with a pen, “Nah man. Not until you admit you like her. Or at least that you wanna fuck her.”

Y/N, thankfully, wasn’t present, having left the study group early with Mina for their weekly girls’ date. But, that didn’t stop the heat of embarrassment from creeping up the back of Jinyoung’s neck, worried the wrong person would overhear something.

Jinyoung rolled his neck, hoping his face didn’t bear the same red resemblance as his neck and ears, and turned his glare upwards at the youngest. “She’s a person, show some respect.”

“I’m not being disrespectful!” Jack gawped, “It’s a fair question! Right, Gray?!”

Gray didn’t even glance up from his own study materials, eyes continuing to skim the dauntingly large graduate-level texts, “Leave me out of this. If he doesn’t want to fuck Y/N, that’s his business, not mine.”

“Well, it’s not like I–” Jinyoung stuttered but stopped himself, catching Gray’s small smirk. “Very funny.”

“Personally,” Jack stretched, leaning backwards in his chair, “I think you should go for it. Like I’ve been saying for weeks, she’s into you too. But if you aren’t going to, don’t be mad when someone else does.”

Jinyoung huffed, going back to his own studying before he could linger too much on just how badly those words annoyed him, “Noted.”

~

Post-midterm season meant it was time for Halloween.

Halloween meant that Jack was going to drag all of his friends out for a night of young adult debauchery, no matter how much the others all whined that they were too old.

“At least he conceded on bar-hopping,” Y/N sighed as Mina tied her into her corset. Thankfully, Mina’s husband had taken their kid trick-or-treating, allotting her some needed ‘adult time’ with her friends, and specifically their weekly ‘girl time’ with her best friend.

Mina laughed, “Only because Gray suggested we just join him at the Greek row parties… I honestly can’t decide which one sounds worse.”

“Bar-hopping. Definitely bar-hopping.” Y/N face scrunched as she sucked in sharply while her friend finished tightening it for maximum curvature. “Shitty drinks, people who are too young to flirt with, and terrible music by underpaid DJs? No thanks.”

“Yeah, but going to Greek row parties on Halloween is like begging to get drugged.”

Y/N shrugged, “Gray promised to keep me away from the shitty and underage ones.”

Mina’s eyebrows wiggled as she applied red lipstick to complete her own vampira look, “I thought you didn’t care about hooking up?”

“That was months ago. It’s Halloween, I’m a sexy pirate, and I wanna get fucked… Whether that be by liquor or dick, I’m not picky.”

“I’m sad nothing happened between you and Jinyoung,” Mina pouted as the ladies exited the younger’s apartment.

Y/N shrugged, “He never wanted a relationship to begin with. We’re friends though, and like you guys said, I got back out there and practiced flirting. Tonight is like the exam for that.”

“If you say so…”

Y/N changed the subject once they arrived at Greek row, spotting their group of friends in front of Gray’s fraternity house. He, himself, was dressed in the standard toga as Dionysus—if the chalice and bundle of grapes was anything to go by. Jack, thinking he’d be cheeky and match Y/N, had also dressed as a pirate, specifically one from certain Disney movies that allowed him to carry around a small jug of rum for the evening. Jinyoung, stood with his hands in his pockets, dressed in an all-black suit, sunglasses, earpiece, and face mask.

“Are you a bodyguard?”

He shrugged with a nod. “I’m your protection for the night.”

Y/N smiled, but was cut off as Jack slung a heavy arm around her shoulders. “Sorry mate, Miss L/N has me for the evening, savvy?” She laughed as Jack pulled her in the direction of the party, with exclamations of finding a drink for her in a very awful pirate accent. Meanwhile, Jinyoung trailed behind, frown hidden by his mask, sharp glare hidden by his glasses, and clenched fists hidden by his pockets.

He couldn’t say anything. He was the one who told her that they would just be friends, and they’d been doing well at that so far. But once again, something in him turned sour at the thought of just being friends; something in him boiled at the thought of someone else being more than friends with her. And, no matter what he told himself, that something in himself was not going away, rather it seemed to be growing.

~

A few weekends later, the group of friends, joined by Mina’s husband, found themselves outside of a nightclub, celebrating Mina’s thirtieth birthday.

“Y/N, where’s your plus one?” Mina asks when she sees the younger join them alone.

Y/N’s eyes widened, flitting to Jinyoung who stood off to the side looking anywhere but at her. She huffed. Why was she so worried about someone who didn’t even want her? “Ah, he won’t be joining us. I broke it off.” Y/N shrugged, linking arms with Mina as the bouncer led them to their reserved VIP section.

As they all settled in the booth—Mina and her husband, Jinyoung, Gray, Y/N, and Jack—Gray nudged Y/N’s side, “I didn’t know you were seeing someone?” Unknown to her, he flicked his gaze to Jinyoung, noticing how tense the man had become.

“That’s because I wasn’t really ‘seeing’ him. We met at your Halloween party, and Jack wingmanned me. We were just… fooling around.”

Jinyoung’s glare narrowed on Jack, before staring Y/N down. “You said you didn’t like sleeping with randoms.”

She flinched at his accusatory tone. “He wasn’t a ‘random.’ Jack knew him. He’s a good guy; we had fun. But it wasn’t long-term… Not that it’s any of your business.”

That boiling feeling in the pit of Jinyoung’s stomach was back. It burned with something akin to rage but maybe more vicious, and this time, he let it roll off his tongue. “And Jack is such a good judge of character? He wants to get in your pants as much as the next guy. Probably set you up with his own intentions.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, spitting back with her own venom. “Maybe that’s what I fucking want? Ever thought of that, hm? It feels nice to be fucking wanted.”

Before any more words could be thrown across the table, a waitress interrupted the tension by bringing a tray with shots and flutes of champagne. Y/N downed two shots, nudging Jack to move out of the booth. “Let’s go dance.”

He easily followed, a smug smile firmly in place from the beginning of the argument as he knew that Jinyoung was jealous—even if Jinyoung himself hadn’t figured it out yet. Gray grimaced, gaze flickering between his two younger friends giggling and grinding on the dance floor to the man beside him who was seething. He glanced over to find Mina in a similar, speechless manner. How were they supposed to fix this? Y/N was their friend first, and they both knew she had feelings for JP. Hell, even she knew she had feelings for him. But if Jinyoung wasn’t willing to admit his own feelings, it was hopeless.

Jinyoung remained cold and passive the rest of the evening, sipping on his champagne and chatting with Mina’s husband who wasn’t much of a partier or dancer, while the others drank and danced. Y/N and Jack hadn’t returned to the table, rather sticking to the dancefloor and grabbing their drinks from the bar instead. But, as the night wore on and their energy waned, the pair found themselves finally back at the booth, preparing to close tabs and head out.

Y/N giggled, plopping herself down on Jack’s lap as his arms came around to catch her easily. He nuzzled her ear telling her a simple ‘no more’ when she tried to reach for the last flute of champagne, but his eyes remained on Jinyoung. While she was busy pouting about being cut off, Jack mouthed to the older, ‘I told you so.’

With that being the final straw, Jinyoung huffed and slid out of the booth, storming out of the club to wait for a cab. Y/N’s eyes, glazed with a small amount of tears, trailed after him. She turned around to look at Jack, pouting and confused.

“Is he mad at me?”

“He’s mad at himself… But you should probably go talk to him,” Jack smiled. “You okay to walk there on your own?”

She blinked her eyes a few times, taking a deep breath. “Ye– Yeah… I’m good. Just got a little tipsy and caught up in the partying. Thanks…”

He nodded her off and glanced back at his other friends, who glared disapprovingly. “What?” Jack whined, “You two weren’t helping. I had to take matters into my own hands…”

~

“Go back inside, Y/N.” Jinyoung stated, not even turning to look at her as she leaned against the building next to him.

“No.”

“Fine.”

He was being distant. Cold. He knew that. He knew it was a defense mechanism. But he just couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t sit around watching her being cutesy and cuddling up to another man. He thought it was bad when he watched her flirt and do shots with guys during Halloween. He thought it was worse when he could see her from a distance dancing and grinding on Jack. But he couldn’t stomach to see her up close acting like that with someone who wasn’t him.

“Why are you even out here… You looked pretty cozy with Jack.” He finally spat to break the silence, not quite sure if he liked where his train of thought was taking him.

“Are you jealous, Jinyoung?” He didn’t answer her question or turn to her, just a slight tense of his jaw. But she caught it. Y/N sighed, “Jack was giving me attention. It was nice.”

“I’m sure it was.” He could feel his teeth grinding. Why was the cab taking so damn long?

“It would’ve been better if it had been someone else’s attention though…” She mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. When he made no response or indication to care, Y/N let out a deep sigh. She knew it all along. Even if he did get jealous, he didn’t feel enough for her to do anything about it. She turned to walk away, jolted in her step when a hand grabbed her wrist. He turned her sharply and pushed her back against the wall roughly.

“You want my attention, baby? Have it.”

Without another word, his lips pushed against her own.

[t3kandson]

Crazy Sasaeng

Word count; 3,438

Fandom; GOT7

Pairing; Reader x Subin (Jinyoung’s Manager) & Reader x Park Jinyoung

Characters; Park Jinyoung, Jinyoung’s Manager Subin, Jackson Wang, Lim Jaebeom (Jay B), Kunpimook Bhuwakul (BamBam), Kim Yugyeom, Mark Tuan and Choi Youngjae

Warnings; angst, Friends with Benefit, Smut, Sex, Stalker behaviour, Sasaeng’s, fighting and arguing.

Notes; as requested and written for @crzy-devil

You laid panting on the bed, Subin collapsing next to you. You laid briefly catching your breath before he rolled into you, his Lips gently pressing against yours before rolling off the bed to make his way to the bathroom.

Subin was your fuck buddy, you had come to Seoul from Daegu with a crazy dream to follow your Favourite idols around. You was an Ahgase and knew your stuff, you got a job at their local coffee shop on the hope they would enter but they always sent staff. You rented a small apartment not far on the hope to see them around. You attended as many shows as you could just to get a closer glimpse. Melting as you watched the magic they performed on stage, Jinyoung’s eyes brushing past his fans, you swore yours had met and your heart thumped in your chest. When you met Subin outside one of their recent venues you had presumed he worked their. His cute features as he handed the coat that slipped from your grasp to the floor, you had told him a friend had dragged you to the concert, hiding your addiction for the crazy seven members.

You had swapped numbers and he made it clear due to his job role that he didn’t have time to commit to a relationship. Your face dropped when he said he was one of the GOT7 managers, Jinyoung’s in Particular. The slight dream of meeting them filled in the ache that he just wanted fun with you.

He came back from the bathroom his towel draped over his neck, his bare body shown to you. “When will I see you next?” you asked smiling at him as you sat yourself up.

He smiled at you, “I don’t know I have a work party to attend to tomorrow so maybe at the end of the week,” he said slipping back into the bed. “What party’s that?” you asked, your hands wandering down towards his hard member, feeling it rise in your hands. “It’s a work one for some corporate evening, boring stuff really,” he said closing his eyes to the feeling. “So you don’t need a plus one then?” you queried hoping he would take you. Your hand pumping around him as he closed his eyes lolling his head back to the sensation. “It’ll be boring you don’t want to attend,” he whispered. “Hey it be good to do more then have just sex, you know hang out,” you said your speed increasing. “Y/N their think we’re dating,” he moaned. “Well tell them I’m just a friend it’s not far from the truth anyway,” you said feeling the precum dripping around your fingers. “I don’t know, you know the guys will be their right,” he said his eyes looking through slits at you. “And you think I would embarrass you,” you said pouting, your hands removing from his member. “Is that what it is, you don’t want to be seen associated with someone like me,” you said looking outside the window towards the sunlight that was pooling through. “Don’t be silly,” he replied, his hands wandering up your thighs, but you ignored him. Your teeth brushing past your bottom lip trying to fight the tears as your mind swirled in self doubt. His fingers brushed to your chin, “your beautiful that’s not it, just the boys can sometimes be too much that’s all,” he said. “You think I’ll go off with them?” You chuckled. “No that’s not it, not that I would care, hey we’ve even shared a girl or two,” he laughed, which earnt a scuffed up face. “Not at the same time,” he laughed at your reaction. “They, like me haven’t got time to date, so sometimes it’s easier for them to date the same girls that I have,” he replied, your eyes widening at his comment. “Whoa I’m not boy idol feed you know,” you said looking in horror earning him a laugh. “I never said you was and that’s not what I was trying to say, just the guys can be fiery balls of energetic chaos who will enjoy ribbing you about, well our friendship,” he said. “And you don’t want to encourage them thinking we’re dating,” you finished for him. He nodded, “do you think I want the same,” you replied. “No offence, your hot and everything but us, this, it’s just fun,” you said. He bit his lip as he thought, his hand finding yours to bring it back to his throbbing member. “Entertain me some more why I ponder of what to buy you to wear then,” he said smirking as you slid your mouth down his member as you did just that, entertain him.

Your palms was sweaty and your heart racing your mind fighting to keep your fan girl emotions closed off. You didn’t want to embarrass Subin but he smirked as you slightly shivered moments before entering the building. Several people walking around the large room, music in the background soothing your anxious heart. Subin’s hand around your side as he gently took you walking towards several corporate looking men in deep conversation. He bowed to them and you followed suit, their conversations rather business like as your mind took in the scenery. The Buffet of food on the right, filled with all kinds of sweet and savoury treats and an indoor BBQ Buffet stand beside. “I told you you would be bored,” he said pulling you aside to tackle the Buffet. “It’s not boring it’s interesting,” you smiled lying, he smirked not convinced at your words.

“Subinnie” a voice threw into the air as Park Jinyoung appeared behind, swinging his arm around Subin’s shoulders, a girl hugging into his hip. Subin gulped which made you feel a little insecure, “Well you already know Aera,” he said winking. Your eyes shot to Subin as he avoided your eye contact. “So Subinnie you brought a girl,” Jay B said appearing at your side with Youngjae. “Yes her name is Y/N and no were not dating,” he said, your eyes swinging to face him with the tone of his statement, clearly making it noted you wasn’t in a relationship. Aera’s smirks met Subin’s eyes and she slyly looked your way making you feel small. “Oh another friend then,” Youngjae said with a wink. You instantly felt your heart drop and wished you kept your mouth shut about attending. As Youngjae and Jay B continued to tease their Band members personal manager, Jinyoung’s eyes washed over yours, sympathetic warm glances earning a smile. Aera spotted the glance and brushed her lips against Jinyoung’s jaw, your jealous hitting more then Subin’s eye contact with her.

Yugyeom hands brushed for contact with yours suddenly making your heart thump, “hey as she’s just your friend you wouldn’t mind if I danced with her,” he said pulling you into his grasp, as he took you to the makeshift dance floor. Both Subin and Jinyoung looking as you was taken away to Yugyeom’s laughter. “You looked like you wanted an escape,” he smiled at you, earning you to smile back. “So Aera?” you questioned as he looped his arms around your back to dance with him. “Oh her,” he scowled, “she floats around I’m sure at Subin’s request,” he said. “I don’t trust her if I’m honest,” he added smiling warmly at you. “But seriously are you just friends?” he asked,“Yes just friends,” you confirmed. “Jinyoung and Aera are they,” you added before he cut you off, “nothing really, she won’t leave him alone he only brought her to shut her up, Youngjae will probably nail her later when he ignores her for too long,” he said, making your eyes widen at how easily these guys was at sharing their woman. “What about you?” you said eyes widening at him. “Hey I’m saving you not trying to rail you myself,” he chuckled. “Not saying your not beautiful, just yeah I’m not into this friends lark nor do I have time to date,” he said as the music got louder, BamBam and Jackson joining you as you danced with these men. Forgetting that these was the idols you had moved your very life to Seoul to be near and had at one time posters of on your wall. Sweat beaded down your neck as you felt faint from the dancing, you decided to get some fresh air making your way to the streets outside.

You leaned your head at the back of the wall when you heard two voices come from the side of the building, you walked closer to hear their conversation. “On here is everything you need to know about them, who’s around them, theirs even some very exclusive photos and videos on their, ones of Jinyoung and Youngjae, well yeah you get my drift,” a voice sneered. “It better be good,” another voice growled. “Look for yourself,” the voice said excitedly as you heard moans of excitement follow your ears. “Theirs notes on everything their, their address, their numbers, everything, you could get a good article on all that,” she said. “Oh this isn’t for the public eye, this is just for my collection.” The voice glided making your stomach turn in disgust. “What are you, a Sasaeng?” She scoffed. “Hey for an extra million won I can even get you a spare key cut to their Dorm. Your need to give me a day or two though ,” she added. The other girl moaning into the air clearly aroused at the idea, “Deal,” she snapped seconds later.

You brushed closer needing to see who these crazy people were, you froze recognising one of them, it was Aera! Your blood boiled, Yugyeom was right he couldn’t trust her. You heard the rustling of money, “It’s all their but hey count ahead,” The voice said as Aera gripped her hands on the large wad of cash. A car beeping made you jump, as Aera waved at them, indicating them to wait. You hid behind the Bin hiding you when they re-entered the street. The Sasaeng watching while Aera greeted the man who had jumped out the car, his grasps cupping her ass as they passionately kissed. Your eyes widening at the display, this woman didn’t just sell the guys out but she was also seeing someone else. The car drove off as the Sasaeng stood by, going through the phone playing what sounded like a sex tape, your blood boiling, her back turned to you.

You followed behind her yanking her hair back so hard the phone flung into the air crashing to the ground smashing. “What the fuck you crazy loon,” you spluttered as she spun to face you, her arms swinging in your direction but your hand caught her. You pushed your head to her forehead, “your a sick bitch,” you said slamming your head against hers, hurting yourself equally in the process. She fell ripping the side of your dress as she pulled you with her before both your hands pulling each other’s hair. “What the fuck,” a voice came from behind, you spun to look up at Mark looking at you concerned. “This girls a crazy ass fan who just brought your secrets, their on that phone there’s even sex tapes, sex tapes taken from Aera,” you spluttered as the girl ran from you both. You ran to the phone she left behind trying to switch it on but the screen was cracked. “I promise you I’m not lying,” you said as mark looked at you silently. “Let’s go find Subin,” he said Holding his hand out to you smiling sweetly.

Everyone’s faces fell as you emerged, you was sure you looked a mess, Subin’s eyes glaring at you approaching. Subin stormed towards you meeting you half way, dragging your arm taking you to the hallway, Mark and Jinyoung following suit.

“What happened Y/N?” he said worried looking at you before his eyes glazed over with angrier ones once realising you had no visible injury’s. “Have you been fighting?” he scoffed. “It’s Aera,” you choked but before you could continue. “What the fuck Y/N is this you getting jealous or something? I knew it was a bad idea bringing you here forgetting we’re just friends. I knew I couldn’t trust you,” he said brushing his hands through his hair, your face dropped at his presumption. “Where’s Aera is she ok?” he said looking to mark who was standing their silently. “She wasn’t fighting with Aera it was some other girl,” Mark said. He looked at you puzzled. “She was a crazy Sasaeng, Aera sold her information, sex tapes, your sex tapes,” you said looking at Jinyoung as he was biting his thumb nail taking in everything. “Says who?” Subin asked, “ I heard Aera and that crazy ass girl say,” you said looking at him as he looked unsure at your words. “You don’t believe me do you?” you cried. “Very hard to, especially when your describing a crazy fan when we know your one of them yourself,” he said barking at you, Tears flowing down your eyes. “What,” you cried. “Did you not think i didn’t notice you at all those concerts, I’m Jinyoung’s manager I know who all the crazy fans are,” he snarled at you. “Or maybe those posters thats hidden in your draw,” he added. “That’s before the fact your eyes lit up when I told you I was a members manager,” he said as tears pricked your eyes. “Yes I was a fan but I would have never have done that and i actually forgot today that these guys was idols,” you cried at his hurtful words. “Come on subinnie,” that’s harsh’ Mark said, his hand on Subin’s shoulders.

With that you turned on your heel walking away. Your wrist pulled back to face Jinyoung, he silently looking your way as he smiled at you softly. “Whats up? having a good look to remember to place me on your Sasaeng list,” you said ripping your wrist from his grip. As you made your way down the hallway, “wait when did I say that,” Jinyoung said behind you. “Y/N I said nothing like that,” he added chasing you further so that he was Now in front of you. Tears dropping down your face as you started sobbing heavier.

Jinyoung grabbed your wrist pulling you into the restroom, he pulled you into his chest as you sobbed into his embrace. His thumb softly rolling over your back, “Sorry I made your Shirt wet,” you said pulling away. He chuckled stroking the bottom of his ears, “You don’t have to say sorry for that,” he said softly. “I’m really not a Sasaeng,” you said. “I know your not, a Sasaeng wouldn’t have destroyed that phone, they would have used it for them selves,” he said smiling at you, “You believe me then?” you gasped. “I think Subin does too, just he sometimes doesn’t think that’s all,” he Said attempting to sooth you from the argument. “I don’t care anymore what he thinks, I’m through with him,” you scoffed looking to the floor, the silence cutting through the atsmophere. “Look thank you for comforting me, I appreciate it but I think it’s time I went home now,” you said, but before you could move he stepped in your way blocking you leaving. “Give me your phone,” he said holding his hand out, “Why?” you asked. “Just do as your told,” he smiled, you handed him your phone as he dialled away making his phone ring. He smiled and gave it to you, “Why would you give me your number though I’m a fan remember,” you said. “Y/N your more then a fan to me,” he smiled, your face fell. “No, no, none of this special friendships, no thanks not doing that again,” you said trying to walk passed him, once again he mirrored your move. “I’m fed up with them too,” he said smiling at you, your eyes lit up. “What do you mean?” you asked, “I like you Y/N, I’ve seen photos of you on Subin’s phone. I’ve liked you since that glimpse and your even more beautiful in person. How about we hang, chill and yeah work towards a relationship,” he smiled. “Like be a girlfriend and boyfriend,” you gasped. “Yes Y/N eventually yes,” he said as his hands covered his face as he looked to the floor all shy. You took his hands away cupping his face, “Yes sounds good,” you said kissing his cheek, which went pink as he blushed.

Before you could take a step back, he moved close to you, his hands at the back of your head as his lips attacked yours. Your lips sliding together as you got lost to the kiss, his hands brushing down your back. Your kisses passionate as he pushed you into the cubical, locking the toilet door behind him. His hands finding their way under your dress as his other hand finding their way up towards your thighs, his hands pulling your breast free from your bra and dress, his mouth taking your nipple as his fingers attacked your clothed heat. “Oh your so wet beautiful,” he hummed around your nipple as his fingers found their way beneath your pants, swirling around your nub. The feeling so intense that you threw your head back moaning at the touch. Your hands found his bulge as you palmed the hardening clothed member. “I so want you right now,” you whispered. “What really?” he gasped removing his mouth from your nipple and his hands from your heat, leaving it throbbing at the lack of contact. He looked at you speechless and you panicked feeling you took things too far. “It’s ok if you don’t,” you said sheepish, “It’s not that,” he said going a dusty shade of pink. “Just I have nothing on me, this isn’t my usual thing,” he added. “Oh,” you said blushing. “Don’t think getting you knocked up should be in our plan,” he chuckled. “Oh well I’m on the pill,” you said shyly before opening your purse to show him your contraception earning a smile. “But it’s ok we’ve just met,” you smiled trying to give him his reason to escape. However, his lips returned back to you much needier, your teeth and tongues clashing as he unzipped his cock, letting it spring as he smiled seductively at you. Your hand pumping him feeling the precum stick to your fingers as you glossed it over his shaft. You pulled your pants down letting them fall to the floor as he looped one of your legs round his waist. He positioned his member at your entrance pushing the tip in slightly, his lips returning to yours more slower and gentler as he slowly eased himself into you with each thrust. When he was fully in, his speed increasing as he held his hand over your mouth to stifle the moans leaving your lips.

It was then someone entered the restroom, he blushed as he put his face in the crook of your neck quietly panting. “Where did he go?” you heard Jackson. “Mark said he went after subinnie’s lady,” Bambam replied. “Their just friends,” Jackson said before he suddenly heard them chuckle. “Yeah sure they are,” Bambam giggled as Jinyoung’s eyes widened as he looked at you, fingers on his lips. Your walls clenching around him making his head loll backwards. “Well let’s hope they having a banging time where ever they are,” Bambam giggled as they left the restroom.

“Fuck,” Jinyoung said blushing, you couldn’t help but laugh despite blushing yourself, your walls tightening around his shaft as you did. He refocused his glances at you, eyes glazed over as he started thrusting in you again, his speed a little more inpatient. His member hitting your sweet spot earning a moan, this time as you had been caught you didn’t calm the moans. “I’m about to cum,” you cried out as your core built, warmth spreading up your body as a orgasm threatened. “Then cum for me,” he said as his fingers found your nub causing you to fall off the edge. His own orgasm followed after you spasmed around him, his lips returning back to yours as your leg slipped back down as his member removed itself from your core. “Your mine Y/N,” he whispered as he helped you fix yourself up.

You emerged from the restroom hands laced facing a smirking Bambam and Jackson but in the middle between them you found the hurt face of Subin.

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Punk Rock Prince

Summary: Punk rock lead guitarist Jinyoung, and (Y/n) the bassist of Nonchalant Disruption, a punk rock band looking for a new lead guitarist. 

Jinyoung X Reader

One-shot 

It was the third time watching Jinyoung play all by himself, his riffs floating through the room, if only I could ask him if he was looking to be in a band. My band was lacking a lead guitarist ever since Gwen had decided she had better places to be, and no longer wanted to play in a punk rock band. She wanted to be in a pop band, and be the lead, and I had offered her countless times to take lead and each time she had declined. Her passion lies in pop music, and we decided to let her go so she could achieve her dreams. And the rest of us were left searching for a guitarist, posting flyers everywhere, putting ads in newspapers, we still have yet to receive a call. 

My friend Mark, the drummer in our band, comes up to me and he’s like, “You’ve been watching each time he plays, he seems like a pretty good replacement” I nodded at the fact, “I think he’s going to make us big, he’d be more than just a replacement but we have to ask…” He rolls his eyes, “Why don’t you ask Joy to do it?” I look over to where she is in the bar, and she’s flirting with a man, “Well, I would but you know her.” He laughs, “I’ll just do it, once he’s done with his setlist. Although, if I’m being honest he could make it on his own, he’s so talented-” “Like Gwen?” “Yeah, I loved her” “You’ve always had a thing for lead guitarists-” “You’ve always had a thing for rhythm guitarists-” “You didn’t deny it” He tries to tease me, “Nor did you~” I smirk at him, and he rolls his eyes, “I should have became the lead guitarist, instead of being the bassist” He laughs at me, “Yeah maybe, but here we are now… Anyway, I think he’s almost done” I shake my head at him, disagreeing, “You know in November Rain where they have a dip in the middle? Yeah, that’s what this is going to be” I was right, and I head up to the bartender and ask him about Jinyoung, “Why doesn’t anyone every ask about me?! Ah yes, Jackson, how are you? I’m fine, thank you” He looks at me pointedly, “Fine,... How are you Jackson?” “Little late now, anyway, Jinyoung has been looking for a group, although he is pretty good solo he likes company, he doesn’t want to be lonely.” I nod gesturing him to go on, “There are three groups and a few companies looking at taking them into their arms” I grumble, “Of course there are-” “But I bet with your sweet charms, you could do it-” “Jackson… How’s the love life?” “They’re mad at me…” “Why?” “I didn’t remember our cats birthdays…” “Jaebum will get over it, but you need to make it up” “I know, plus I only flirt with customers to get better tips” “Everyone knows that” He scoffs at me, “Well, your man is packing up his guitar” My eyes go wide, realizing I had talked to Jackson too long.

People piled up where he had to walk, already asking him to join their group, and I almost screamed, when I see a well-known act talking to him and garnering his full attention. After he walks away he doesn’t talk to anyone else, it’s not like I can reach him anyway, with the way he moved out the back door exit. I go back over to Mark and almost screamed again, he knows immediately what happened. “Don’t worry, if he joins with Jolly Roger, we’ll just figure it out okay? You never know, someone better than him might come around” I nod as we eventually get Joy to come back to us, and leave the joint.

Three hours later, laying in my bedroom about ready to scream because every time I’ve wanted to ask Jinyoung to be our guitarist something always comes in the way. The first time, Gwen had saw us and talked our heads off about the pop world. The second time being Joy getting drunk off her ass and trying to beat someone up twice her size. Dragging her away and apologizing for her was horrifying. That man was so pissed off, thank god I’m friends with Jaebum and Jackson. Mark and I would have been beaten to a pulp, after Joy was. This last time I screwed it up, I mean it was only a matter of time before I had. 

As I lay on my bed contemplating what I’m going to do, maybe start screaming from rooftops to join my group if you're a lead guitarist. That’s when I get a call, I immediately roll over, and answer and it’s just a spam call. I nearly threw my phone against the wall, thankfully, it hit my bean bag. I grumble shoving myself under blankets, and curling into my pillow, and not a minute later after getting comfy. My phone goes off, and I roll my eyes, getting up, and I answer, “Is this uh (Y/n) from Nonchalant Disruption?” I nod, realizing they can’t hear that I answer, “Yeah” “I saw your advertisement that you were looking for a lead guitarist, and I was wondering if I could audition?” “Um is tomorrow good for you?” “Yeah, what time?” “Let me go see when the others are free, give me a second?” Covering the receiver up, I quickly yell if 10 am is good for everyone to see our potentially new lead guitarist, the two shout back a ‘sure’. “Are you good with 10 am?” “Yeah” “Perfect,” I grin, “can I get your name?” “Oh uh, yeah, Park Jinyoung” My jaw drops, and I’m so glad he couldn’t see, get yourself back together, (Y/n), I scold myself internally, before telling him, “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Jinyoung, I’ll-We’ll see you tomorrow” With that we hang up, and I throw myself into my bed and scream into my pillow. 

Joy comes rushing in, “You okay?” I grin up at her, “More than okay” “It’s Jinyoung isn’t it” I nod at her and she laughs at me, “So wanna talk about him~” “He’s going to be our new guitarist, and-” “You have a thing for leads you know that?” “Yes, and what about it…” as I whisper in her ear, “Drummer girl” “Shut up, he won’t go for me” I roll my eyes at her, “Are you going to play this game of horrible charades with him for much longer?” “This is about you not me” “Yeah, yeah, I know… Anyway I think he’s cute, and man do guitarists always have to be that hot?” She winks at me, “Not you, ew…” “You’re mean” “Yeah, and?” “How did Gwen put up with dating you” “She didn’t, that’s why she broke up with me and left the group to play pop music” “Still sour over that, it’s been three months since she left the group.” “I’m over that, very much so, but doesn’t mean I can’t grumble” “Yes and no” I sigh, "She broke up with me two years ago, she was in our band up until three months ago and it's still a sore wound just like for you guys because even if I wasn't with her romantically, it was just nice to be with her, she really played a good roll in the band" "I know your over her romantically but we'll see if Jinyoung wants to join us. And then we can began anew, alright?" I nod and lay back on my bed, Mark knocks on the door that's open, "Takeout is here" I pat my bed and he walks over plopping himself on it, and we feast like well cheap kings, tomorrow gleaming in our eyes. 

Jinyoung arrives thirty minutes early, thankfully we were all ready and cleaned up. Like always, the people that live in the other apartments are at work right now. We sit on the couch and ell Jinyoung to start when he’s ready, and just like at his gigs he plays loud and fast riffs which transition into still loud but slow riffs that leave your heart pounding wondering what is to come next. Mark looks over at me and grins, Joy does the same, before I say, "How about this we play and you try to keep up" Jinyoung smirks at us, "I think it'll be you trying to keep up with me" all cocky like, not many people know but we start on two on practice, for shows we start on five. Mark goes, "A one and a two" without missing a beat Jinyoung starts on two with ease and we start playing our fastest song, "New Girl" (by suicide machines if you like punk rock music I suggest it) Mark and I singing the main, Joy doing the backing vocals, Jinyoung catches on pretty fast not only catching onto backing vocals but on guitar. Gwen was a fan of fast chord progression and he is playing it effortlessly, like he's heard the song a million times, when we finish, I look over at him, "How do you know that song so well?" He grins at us, "I've been following your band for a long time, you guys got me into punk rock music… And once I got a taste of how fast you can play I never wanted to let it go. And when Gwen left the band, it felt like my heart being ripped out. I thought you guys were going to disband and never play again. Then, I started seeing Nonchalant Disruption flyers, and I was trying to find free time in between playing little gigs… and it would be my honor to play with you guys" He humbly bows his head just in case he wasn't going to be let in. Before I can say a word, Mark lets out, "You're in" he looks at us so shocked, he starts to sputter not expecting us to accept him, "You're the only one that audition" I agree with Joy, and let out my own view, "We've been watching you play for the past couple days and… we were trying to get you in the group-" "You were trying-" "Besides the point Mark" Mark laughs at me, and Jinyoung grins, "So um can you play all our songs-" "Yeah, I know (Y/n) has mentioned how they love The Ramones and I figured out half of their songs, Mark loves Death a protopunk band, Gwen loved the The Queers, and Joy loves The Clash" 

"You decided to follow all our favorite groups and learn most of their songs?" He nods, "And in doing that I found my favorite punk rock band The Sex Pistols" I grin at him, "That's one of our favorite groups too, we look at them for inspiration a lot, hoping that we can get one of our albums banned." He smirks at us, "Well I'm going to be the one that’ll get you there and beyond." Joy puts her hand on my shoulder before stepping next to me, "Oh is that so?" Mark questions as he gets up from his stool, Jinyoung nods, I look at the other two and put my hand out, Joy lays her hand on mine, Mark on top of that, and we gesture Jinyoung to do the same, he puts his hand in, and we shout loudly and proudly, "To Nonchalant Disruption" 

We celebrated, and it wasn't long before we were back on tour. Jinyoung's skills made us so much better, no offense to Gwen but he could out play her any day. To say the least, I was slowly falling for him, from his cockiness to his motherly nature. He’d act cocky about his skills as a guitarist--although he is fully valid in that cockiness--to cooking dinner for us or giving us a look that tells us not to do something idiotic. But his laughter is something that holds a place in my heart like no other. Gods wished to have his laughter, it's so cute. But oh dear, when he gets mischievous glint in his eyes, and gets in on the joke. Like where I was the one to have spilt the flour all over the floor,... it was 3 am in the morning, and before I could clean it up, Joy was screaming as she slipped on it and landed. I ran back to my room as she started screaming that she was going to get Mark back. And she did, I acted to be asleep through it all and Jinyoung came in when the other two went to sleep, "You did it, didn't you?" "What are you talking about?" The glint in his eyes glowing bright, "Fine,... don't tell Joy" He smirks, "What do I get out of it, if I don't tell her?" I look at him, "My dignity-" "Since when you did you have that?" "Don't get smart on me, Jinyoung… but I'll buy you that Gibson you've been looking at" Needless to say, I bought him the white Gibson, and Joy got Mark back by going into the shower and pouring blue dye on him. Oh, not only was his hair stained blue but his skin too, the smurf jokes that went on for weeks. And I was so glad Jinyoung kept it a secret because that would have been my fate. 

When Gwen had called us and told us she was going to get married, I was floored. With her being gorgeous and all, the stunning personality, there was no reason to say she wouldn’t make someone fall for her, but I never thought she would reciprocate those feelings. After all, she had told me she was never the marrying type, Gwen was a very private person. She had always been, no one knew I had been with her, just like every other band that kisses their members to fuel the fangirls and fanboys, that's what we did. No one knew what we were up to, except those within the group. That's how she liked it, so when Jinyoung found me crying in the closet he was so shocked. I was over her but it felt like she never felt anything for me. She was making her marriage public, for everyone to know that she is going to be happy with the man she was marrying… The only part private is who is on the guest list. It felt like our whole relationship was a sham, as much as I was over Gwen I couldn’t help but feel like during the time we were together she didn’t feel the same. And that I was hopelessly in love with him, that I may be crying of Gwen, I know where my true feelings lie. Gwen just caused me pain from her antics. I cried all of this to Jinyoung, he just held me as talked it out. Not saying a word to me but just rockin’ me back and forth, and I could have stayed in those arms forever. 

I guess I got tuckered out crying in his arms, because when I woke up I was in my bed and it was 7 in the morning. As I sat up, I heard a knock on my door, I looked up and told them to come in. Low and behold, it was Jinyoung and he had a tray full of breakfast food, and he tells me, “You had a rough night last night, I made you breakfast, got you some Motrin just in case you needed it.” The breakfast he made me was enough to feed an army. But I wasn’t about to complain about this, rather I start thanking him over and over again. “Didn’t she say you needed to bring someone as a date to her wedding?” I groan as I nod at him, shoveling a big bite of pancake, with whip cream, syrup, and butter on it. “Would you want to go as my date?” He asks softly, my eyes go wide as I gulp down the big bite. My cheeks a rosy red, as I careful and quiet voice I say, “I would love to” He grins, “We can show her what’s she’s missing out on. I mean for god sakes who would leave someone like you, your everything someone dreams about. And she left you for some guy whose money is as big as his ego” I chuckle at him, “Thanks, Jinyoung, you don’t know how much yo-I mean that means to me.” He rolls his eyes, “Just admit it you love me” I look up at him, “Yeah I do, I love you a lot Jinyoung. And I don’t know why my heart was fussing over her last night, when I have everything I need right in front of me. You’re everything I could want and more, you punk” He laughs, and takes whip cream off the top of my pancakes, I pout as he eats it. “You’re right I’m a punk, but I’m your punk, baby, just like you’re my punk.” 

So maybe I didn’t end up with my dream girl. I ended up with someone better, the dreamiest guy, that makes me breakfast in bed. Who kisses my hand whenever he takes it in his. Who twirls me around as we listen to the Sex Pistols, who sat besides me holding my hand as we got matching tattoos. Maybe we shouldn’t have done it, but I do know I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And a tattoo was just the way to do it. We didn’t want a grand wedding, a small wedding as The Ramones played as we kissed. Mark and Joy hollering, because they were the two to witness it. The priestess wishing us well, Joy and Mark attached cans to the back of my car, them clattering as we drive through the pouring rain after we ran to get into the car. And I wouldn’t have had our wedding any other way. Dancing in the rain as we listened to The Misfits. Later that night, getting those matching tattoos, kissing in the alleyway behind the shop, everyone dreams of someone kissing them the way Jinyoung kissed me behind that shop. 

Mark and Joy eventually got together, two punk power couples in the same band. It seemed impossible but it only made our group stronger, having double dates with them is honestly cute. Joy got on her knee one time while we were on a double date, Jinyoung and I knowing about this for weeks and being in on the planning. As she asked him to marry her, Mark’s eyes flooding with tears as he joined her on the carpet and agreed. Jinyoung nestled his head into my neck and sighingly said, “Young Love” We all rolled our eyes at him, but I agreed. 

I never thought I would end up with such a great guy like Jinyoung, but here I am sitting on a porch as it rains, and he’s sprinting from the car, and has flowers, I look at him like he’s crazy and he sits on the porch swing seat next to me, “It’s our anniversary of the day we meet and I got you flowers” I grinned, and bring him into the house, “You think I’d forget such an important date?” He raises his eyebrows at me, I can be quite forgetful, I forgot our marriage anniversary so many times, until the last minute. I tell him to go get changed into something warm, he agreed and Joy and Mark came out of their hiding spots, “Get to your rooms, you two, dastardly devils” The snicker, “Yes, (Y/n)” I roll my eyes, as I go to the cabinet and pull out the wrapped present I’ve been hiding, knowing that the three of them can find anything unless it’s glaringly obvious that it’s there, then they’ll just pass over it. I pull out the mini cake to find spelled out on the cake, “Happy mini anniversary, babe” Knowing I didn’t ice that, I have to remind myself to thank those two devils. 

Jinyoung comes down as I get out two paper plates, after putting the flowers into a vase. I gesture for him to sit down, his anarchy tattoo showing proudly on his neck. “Open your present babe” He does so slowly, taking the bow apart and taking it open piece by piece. He lets out a loud gasp, one of the hardest albums to get, God Save the Queen by The Sex Pistols, and I tell him to open it up, and it’s signed. He carefully places it back on the counter, and jumps over the counter and pulls me into him, kissing me deeply, “You didn’t have to do that babe, thank you so much” I grin at him, “You deserve especially with dealing with forgetful old me, I love you so much. And I know how much every anniversary means to you, along with birthdays and I just want to show that appreciation I have for you… Plus if you think this is a little much wait till your birthday--” He shuts me up with a kiss, “Thank you so much, baby” I hear a knock as I cut the cake into two slices, I groan and Joy gets the door to reveal, Jaebum and Jackson. 

They come in, “Happy mini anniversary you two, we were here to pick you four up for a big celebration after all it’s your eighth anniversary of the day you met, so…” I look at Jinyoung he shrugs, “After we eat the cake” They grumble, and Jinyoung and I eat comfortably, not caring about dressing up that much for the date. Knowing we were just going to celebrate it in the kitchen of their bar. 

Jinyoung’s hands intertwined with mine as we walked into the bar and he danced with me on the empty dance floor. After a little while we join the rest of them in the kitchen. Bambam and Yugyeom coming in with a keg of beer, Youngjae coming in with boxes of pizza, and there is no other way I would want to celebrate our mini my anniversary with Jinyoung. With his hand intertwined with mine under the table as we eat. I kiss his nose as we exchange stories. Our friend group got big after we met Jinyoung, and it feels like a big tight knit family. 

I guess I should tell you Gwen’s wedding was spectacular for those who were famous. But for us it was boring except Jinyoung and I dancing to the songs, singing horribly to them. We danced the night away, and Jinyoung is right like he usually is, she knows what she’s missing out on, and there is no way she can get me back. With the way he dips me in his arms, to swaying back and forth, or dramatically twirling one another. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, for all these people to see me happily with Jinyoung. Although, being there did help in our rise to fame, more people wanting to know what a punk band was doing, after all she asked us to sing a song at her wedding, pop appropriate of course. Although I may or may not have slipped a curse word into the song that didn’t have a curse word in it… while playing at Gwen’s wedding. 

I guess I do have a thing for lead guitarists, if their name is Park Jinyoung, of course. No one can beat his charms, his heart, his laugh, his everything. And he would say the same about me if not more, I love him as he loves me. I lean into him and kiss his neck discreetly and he shivers, and rolls his eyes at me, “I love you” I whisper into his neck, “I love you too” he says softly to me, ruffling my hair.

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Battling Storms

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: angst (with a happy ending)

Warnings: miscarriage, grief and trauma, miscommunication, really emotional angst, some swearing

Prompt: “When I picture myself happy… it’s with you.”- #47 of 100 Writing Prompts

Word count: 2996

Jinyoung blinked slowly, thinking that if he did so, what he saw in front of him would make sense. Well, the sodden nature of your clothing did, at least. It had been raining for days, and anyone who stepped outside for even five minutes wouldn’t be able to escape the downpour. With a wash of his gaze over you, he could tell you’d been outside for longer than five minutes. Your clothing was stuck to your body, rainwater running in rivulets over the crinkles from the way it clung to you.

But why were you wet in front of him, he wondered, every passing of his eyelids from closed to open still showing him the same thing.

You.

Standing there without a raincoat on – of course, you had forgotten one yet again – your lips now more blue than cherry. Jinyoung blinked faster with this realisation, the lag to his brain receptors finally catching up. “Y/N?”

“C-can I c-come in-inside?” you chattered, Jinyoung now noticing the constant shiver to your body.

“Shit,” he muttered, stepping aside quickly, though he watched you come inside in a daze. How long had it been since he had last let you into his home?

Jinyoung shut the door, spinning to stare at you some more. The only sound between you was the dripping of your clothes on his entryway floors, the slight chattering of your teeth, and heavy breathing.

His heavy breathing.

He felt as if he’d run a marathon since opening the door. Chest constricted tight, Jinyoung palmed his pecs mindlessly as he stood before you.

You sighed. “Can I b-borrow your bathroom?”

“Does your house not have one?”

You frowned, shaking your head softly, and water drops cascaded around you momentarily. “Of c-course, it does. What k-kind of place do you t-think I’m living in?”

“One that’s not mine,” he replied before he could stop the words, and you merely stared back at one another for a minute or two. Dragging a hand over his face tiredly, he nodded. “You know where it is."

"T-thanks."

You departed from him then, knowing the layout of his home intimately.

You should – it had once been yours too.

Jinyoung remained in the hallway, staring at the pool of water that signalled this all hadn’t been a dream. Unless he had a leak in his roof.

Why were you here? It was the one sentence that repeated over in his head, hitching his breath and coiling his stomach tightly. It had been months since he’d last seen you. Months since he’d stared into your eyes and lost himself in your touch.

He listened to the noises you were making, the bathroom door had shut, and the vague sounds of more water – this time the shower, not the weather outside. He detached himself from the thoughts of you naked in his house again and went about tidying up after your arrival, mopping up the water in the hallway and all through the house to the bathroom door. You had trudged in more than he thought. Why had you been outside for so long? Did something horrible happen?

Jinyoung’s mind started to cycle through worse case scenarios that would lead you to his doorstep. Had something happened to your family? To you? He shuddered with the second thought. Even if you had irrevocably hurt him, he never wished for you to suffer. He tried to bring up the image of you on his doorstep again, attempting to decipher what was an ailment from being cold from the rain and what could be from illness. Clamping his eyes shut, he shook his head. He couldn’t think like that.

You were fine. You had to be.

Eventually, the shower turned off, and you ventured out of the bathroom in the hoodie and sweats he’d worn the day before. His heart stilled, eyes frozen on your appearance. You bashfully glanced in his direction. “I uh, hope you don’t mind me borrowing these.”

It had been too long. Yearning he never thought would resurface hit him hard, and he was back to palming his chest as if that would relieve the way his body was reacting.

He realised then that he could never be over you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked hoarsely, clearing his throat in hopes of not letting all his emotions show. But he knew he was like an open book when it came to you. It was hard to hide how he felt whenever you were around.

You knew him inside out.

“I couldn’t sit still in my apartment,” you replied, your gaze shifting away from his to the artwork on the wall. It was something new, the piece that had been there once something you had bought together. He’d had months to remove your touch from his home. It was ironic that you still looked like you belonged here after all this time. As if you had never left, wearing his clothes and all.

Old habits die hard, he thought dryly, as a wave of irritation consumed him. He had worked too hard to get over your loss, and all you could offer him was a vague reason why?

As if you had heard his thought process, you winced, giving him a small nod. “Not much of an answer, I know. I just… I felt trapped inside with all the rain, so I stepped outside for a minute. Just to go for a quick walk, stretch my legs. I did have an umbrella, to begin with. But the wind and wandering for however long I have made it pointless. It broke somewhere along the way. I don’t remember when.”

“How long have you been outside for?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t bring my phone with me, but it was eleven when I left.”

“Fuck, Y/N, it’s almost seven!” he cried, shaking his head incredulously. “Could you be anymore thoughtless?!”

“To be honest, all I’ve had is raging thoughts, Jinyoung. All day. Consumed by my thoughts as much as the rain.”

“And that’s supposed to make this alright? You were always so reckless with your health like this. I cannot believe you.”

You smiled sadly. “I’ve missed your nagging.”

“Don’t,” he warned, teetering between anger and anguish. Inhaling shakily, he clenched his jaw tightly. He couldn’t be doing this with you. Not now. Maybe not ever.

“I have no right to be here, seeking shelter,” you agreed in a small voice, and he looked at you shrinking into yourself. Your arms hugged your body as if you hadn’t been held in a long time. As if those arms were all that was holding you together. “I didn’t come out of my thoughts until I looked up at the door I was standing in front of.”

“So, you didn’t mean to come to me,” he concluded, hit with the sting of his statement. How he had wished for your return for weeks after your departure. He had begged with the universe, pleaded with all Gods. He promised himself to take you in without any consequence if you returned.

But that was months ago. Jinyoung had grown jaded, losing faith in anyone hearing his plea and returning you to his side.

“My thoughts were of you,” you answered sadly, meeting his gaze again. “My feet brought me here to you.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.”

“Perhaps it isn’t,” you said after a moment of silence, exhaling a deep breath. “Perhaps it’s too late.”

Jinyoung balled his hands into fists. “Y/N, you left me. You just disappeared one day with a simple note. After years together, plans of our future in place, all you felt to give me as an explanation was three fucking sentences!”

I wish I could explain everything I feel inside me.

When I picture myself happy… it’s with you.

But I’m drowning, Jinyoung.

It irked him that he knew those words off by heart. That he could recall how reading them for the first time had pulled the gravity out from under his feet, and he had crumpled to the ground. That thinking of them now was like being numb all over, not able to feel, knowing all the feeling had ravished him and left him empty.

“I took the coward’s approach.”

He snorted. “No shit.”

“Three months before that day, your boss came to me,” you started, and Jinyoung’s forehead crinkled at the absurdity of the statement. What did she have to do with anything? You started to rock without realising it, as if the words had produced a need to self-soothe. “You were under a lot of stress from the partnership back then, and she seemed to think that I was adding to that.”

“What?”

“Lynda seemed to know what was happening in your life. The plans we had to get married, to start a family. Of course, it was no secret. That’s what we wanted back then.”

It had been all Jinyoung wanted. Ever since he’d met you at a business expo six years ago, he’d wanted you. In every way he could have you. It had come naturally to the workaholic to love you, something he hadn’t been able to accomplish in the past. You had once marvelled that he was the other half to you in this crazy world, and he had believed you.

He wondered if he’d ever feel whole again.

“She warned me that it was a pivotal time in your career and that she needed you focused.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think much of it at the time. I figured she was just being protective of her business. I was polite to her, but I knew whatever you were doing at work would be manageable with what we were planning too. But I backed off from wedding plans a little and appreciated every night you were home before seven that I got.”

You stopped then, your gaze falling to the floor, your breathing shallow. Jinyoung took a tentative step towards you, desperate to understand.

Needing to comfort you somehow.

But you stepped back from him, shaking your head. “You were busy. Really preoccupied. I didn’t get my period, but I didn’t think much of it at the time given my history with it being inconsistent when stressed. Because I was busy with work too. Youngjae and I had our own deadlines at the bookstore to meet, and our new owner was making me frazzled.”

“I didn’t know.”

“I know,” you said, nodding once. “I didn’t want to tell you after Lynda worrying about you.”

“You should have told me.”

“I got pregnant,” you announced, stunning Jinyoung from saying anything else. From moving at all. You, however, picked your eyes up from the ground and met his wild stare. “I was pregnant. And then… I wasn’t.”

Silence engulfed you both for some time. Jinyoung couldn’t believe what you were saying. This had to be a nightmare. He wasn’t awake right now, wasn’t hearing your explanation nearly a year too late. Not wanting to feel the desolation of your last sentence rack him all over.

You had been pregnant.

“I was going to tell you about the baby. I’d only known for two days. You were away, so I waited for you to get home. Then it happened, and I was all alone. It was awful. I can’t even…” You stopped again, shaking your head, unable to keep talking. You were shaking, the arms around you gripping on for dear life. “You came home, and you were on a high from the trip. You’d secured the biggest deal your company had ever had, and you were exuberant and—and I felt as if a part of me had died along with her.”

Her. It had been a girl.

Jinyoung didn’t realise he had started crying until he choked on a sob. “You should have told me.”

“I should have rung you the moment I started miscarrying. I know that now,” you agreed quietly. “I’ve been getting grief counselling. I did a lot of things wrong. I’m still doing them wrong. I did try to tell you. I turned up at your work, which was probably the biggest mistake of this all. I was determined to tell you about it, impractical timing and all. I just had to tell you. But Lynda found me before I got to you and dismissed me. She told me you had more important people to talk to at that time.”

Jinyoung lurched forward and then stopped himself from reaching out for you, feeling all too much at once. He didn’t know what to say, what to think. How could he have missed any of this? The anger and misery mixed together, choking him of any substantial reaction.

The silence continued until you shuddered a final time. You whispered, “That was the day you came home to three sentences.”

Eventually, he found his words. “You were drowning, and I wasn’t capable of saving you.”

Jinyoung didn’t know whether he’d posed it as a question or not. If he had known, he would have done everything in his power to be there for you. He would have quit on the spot for you. If you had told him in the middle of securing the Broche deal, he would have gotten on the first flight back home, consequences be damned.

And he knew you realised that too.

But he couldn’t deny how haunted you looked telling him all this. How he knew that your reactions to the grief you felt wouldn’t have been practical. He wanted to throttle his boss, wanted to go back in time to that day and be the one you found, not Lynda.

He had an immense desire to write up his resignation on the spot.

It rivalled the need to tug your arms away from your body and pull you against his instead. He went with the latter, the gasp that left you as you sunk into his tight embrace filling the air. You were far too cold, even in his clothing and after your shower. He buried you against him, wanting to warm you up, wanting to take the chill from your skin.

To take away some of the pain you both felt.

Shuddering, you gripped him just as tightly, sobbing against him as if you had held in your tears all these months. As if you hadn’t dared to crack despite being pulled under in your grief and destruction. These tears were the ones you had wanted to share with him all this time, and his throat clogged with his own emotions. He didn’t know how long you both stood there clinging to the other, but when he finally pulled back, his hands hurt from how much he had been gripping the hoodie you wore.

Hooking a finger under your chin, he searched your eyes, blinking just as slowly as he had when he opened his front door. He smiled weakly. “You’re really here.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek in the palm of your hand. “I know I’m too late, but I’ve been battling through storms.”

“That storm has washed you back up here. You know that, right?”

You nodded. “It took me so far out that it was about time I was brought back to shore. I missed you the whole time I was gone. Missing you isn’t even enough of a statement. My whole soul ached for you.”

He took his turn to confess how it had been for him. “I prayed every night you’d be returned to me. I just didn’t realise it would be this long. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. You changed your phone number, and your family and friends wouldn’t tell me anything. Youngjae said you weren’t working at the bookstore anymore. I had no way to find you.”

“I was someplace you couldn’t find me. I needed to find myself again before I sought you out. I’m sorry, Jinyoung. I should have handled things differently.”

“You should have. I should have too. We both have probably a list long of how we could and should have approached this. When you first turned up here tonight, I thought I was imagining things. And then I was so angry that after all this time, after all the heartache you left me with, you were back. But now…”

“Now?” you echoed, and he nuzzled the palm still cupping his face.

“Now all I want to do is kiss you.”

Your eyes rounded. “Are you sure? I’ve just told you a lot, and surely you—”

He inched closer, taking your mouth softly within his. Slowly, almost painfully, he caressed your lips, practising immense restraint. You were so fragile that he didn’t want to break you upon return. Yet it was you who deepened the kiss after two more swipes of his mouth, devouring him with a need that he matched instantly. Stumbling towards the closest wall, he pressed you into it as your tongue danced along with his, as you tasted each other until you were breathless with delirium.

“I want to finish healing with you, Jinyoung. That’s what my thoughts concluded on my walk earlier.”

“I’m going to try really hard to forget that you were out in that rain for eight hours, Y/N,” he mentioned, and you smiled at him. He shook his head softly. “You always make me lose track of being reproachful with those damn smiles of yours.”

“Your eye crinkles do me in too,” you pointed out, still smiling, and he felt the skin around his eyes scrunch with the amusement he suddenly experienced. Running a fingertip over them, you sighed. “I’ve battled too many storms away from you.”

Encircling his arms back around you and pulling you against his chest, Jinyoung kissed the top of your head. “Let’s make our way through them together now.”

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