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got7andchill · 7 years

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Baby Jae

PROMPTS;

59 I could punch you right now

34 "you work for me, you're my slave."

24 i's eight o'clock in the morning you are not having vodka

Youngjae best friend fluff/smut

"No, Youngjae" You sighed roughly into the receiver, "I am not going to karaoke with you and THE BOYS"

"Please y/n, JB and Jinyoung are fighting and it's so awkward, you'll help loosen them up!" he whined back at you. You could imagine him wiggling his shoulders as he asked and it made you smile softly, but then you remembered last time you went drinking with the boys and Youngjae insisted he had to go to the studio at 3:41AM because he had the 'most brilliant idea ever' and you had to chase his drunk ass around. When you finally got to the studio he had forgotten it and started crying and refused to get up off the floor for 15 minutes

"Baby Jae don't you remember last time?" you cooed out sweetly, using the nickname he hated but you and the other member though was hilarious.

"You can call me that all night if you come, I don't care. You just have to come!"

It was almost 8:30 and you were wondering if it was too late to bail on this whole ordeal. It had taken about another 5 minutes of prodding before you agreed. Sitting on your couch not really watching the TV, unsure of the details of the crime show playing. You felt your phone buzz in your bag on your side, retrieving it you found a snapchat from Youngjae. It was a selfie of him, Yugyeom and Bam in the back of Jackson's new car, they looked so cute you fought the urge to take a screenshot of your friends. You resigned yourself for the evening as you gathered a baggy sweater off the back of the sofa, these are my friends i'm going to have fun you told yourself softly.

There was a soft rap at the door, you flicked off the lights and grabbed your keys before opening the door. There was Youngjae, smiling brightly, his strawberry hair fluffy and laying in a crown of soft waves around his head, the golden street light shining on him from above making him look really just like sunshine. He had silver wire rimmed glasses sitting delicately on his nose and a form fitting black shirt tucked into skinny black pants and a leather jacket.

"You ready, chingu?" he smiled, you scanned him up and down once more before looking down at your oversized top and legging combo, looking back up him through your lashes.

"Did you let Bambi style you?" you asked, a grin spreading on your face. His smile dropped and he looked down at his clothes, he looked at you with a soft pout, as he nodded. "No! don't be sad! you look great, very chic and sexy, it just seems like a bit much...Jae, is that eyeliner? Ohhh" you sing songed to him. He scrunched up his face and stretched a wide grin, "Very handsome!" you chuckled, letting him take your hand and lead you off to the car.

Bambam and Yugyeom started hooting at you, you let out a laugh pulling your hand from Youngjae's to your mouth, and returned with an "EASY"

You went to climb in the back with the younger two when Youngjae grabbed you hand, you turned and he was opening the front door, some loud EDM blaring out of the side as he did, "Here Noona, you can sit in the front with Jackson" he pulled and ushered you into the seat before climbing in the back with the boys.

You'd been nestled into the corner of the booth for close to two hours now, and you were watching JB and Jinyoung across the table, they were a few drinks in now, but they were being their normal charming, loving selves. But they'd been holding hands when they walked in so you doubted it was just the alcohol, you made a mental note to ask Youngjae what exactly the were fighting about. Turning to look at your best friend, he was hoping back and forth on his tiptoes, shaking a tambourine and singing backing vocals for Jackson's exciting rendition of G Dragon in Fantastic Baby. Bambam slid into the bench seat next to you.

"It's the great Bambino, what can I do for you?" you asked, leaning on the table to focus your attention on him and not you platonic best friend's butt which you'd caught yourself looking at a few times now. Bambam darted his eyes from you and then to Youngjae a few times, you pulled your face back and turned to follow his eye line fixed on the vocalist. Turning back to him. "Youngjae?" you asked.

"Yes!" He exclaimed loudly, one hand coming up to grab your arm excitedly, "Doesn't he look so manly and sexy in those clothes?" Bambam pressed on, when all you responded with was a questioning groan he continued, "He wanted to look nice tonight.." He let his voice fade in volume when you still looked confused.

You glanced back at Youngjae who had now taken over the lead for the song, he did look like he just stepped of the stage, you turned back to Bam and said "He looks great, you're a good stylist." You tried to smile encouragingly, sure Bambam was just pointing it out for compliments.

Bambam was about to say something until Youngjae and Jackson slid in the booth on the other side, "Let's do SHOTS" Jackson shouted loudly despite it not being that noisy now that the song was over. There was a roar of agreement, and he started taking a headcount, "Where are Jb and Jinyoung?" Jackson said. You glances to where they had been just moments before. They must have left when I was talking to Bam you thought.

"I think they left early so they could have the dorm all to themselves..." Yugyeom spoke quietly. Mark nodded silently at Yugyeom's side.

"Okay! 6 shots coming up!" Jackson stood up quickly, you grabbed his sleeve.

"Only 5 shots, Jacks, someone has to drive you all home." You said, he winked and shot you a heart before rushing away to the bar.

It was 1:31 AM, you knew this because of how much Jackson had yelled about Defsoul and Ars's "ICONIC BALLAD" and he was demanding Youngjae sing it. The boys cheering him on, Youngjae slid off the seat to the floor and sat with his legs crossed motioning for Jackson to give him the mic. You preemptively started rubbing your head, Youngjae, drunk or sober had the voice of an angel. But drunk Youngjae had no concept of volume, and when he had a microphone it always lead to a splitting headache, unless you were drunk like the rest of the boys. Which you unfortunately were not.

"Jae!" you called out softly, just loud enough for him to hear you, he turned his head to you quickly, smiling brightly, his eyes curving into half moons. "Let's go home, you're all drunk."

Mark’s arms were suddenly around your shoulders as he pulled you back against his shoulder in the seat. "Just listen to his song, y/n." You looked back at youngjae who was smiling less now, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

"Okay, Baby Jae, no microphone." You said, a teasing smile turning up your lips, "but then we leave!"

Instead of acknowledging what you said he turned towards his phone on his lap, putting the backing track on and placing it on the floor. You leaned back into Mark's arm, who was always a very cuddly drunk and listened to Youngjae's clear voice cutting through the room as you all fell into silence. When JB's part arrived the group took over to sing it together as a makeshift chorus, by the end of the sad song you were all giving telenovela level dramatic performances. Jackson being the most dramatic, he had one Mariah Carey hand and he was kneeling, and the very end everyone was laughing to hard to continue. Mark was in a ball on the floor laughing at Jackson's early 2000's r'n'b video style dancing.

"Ars- sunbaenim, how was that?" Jackson asked once he was done giggling and bowing..

"I could punch you right now." Youngjae said between fits of laughter, slapping his knee repeatedly.

"Let's not resort to violence now gentleman, why don't we all head home?" You asked nudging Youngjae's shoulder softly, he crawled over and lay his head on your lap gently, looking up at you with his best impression of an ASPCA commercial, "Seriously, Jae they're gonna close soon!"

"Let's go get some ramen!" You heard one of the boys behind you shout, there was more raucous applause, the 5 voices competing to see who could be the loudest it seemed.

"NO!" Youngjae shouted, easily louder "I want meat!" there was a few minutes of argument before it was decided to separate.

"Jackson, leave our keys with y/n we can catch a cab home from the restaurant! It's across the street we can walk" You heard Bambam say as he nudged Jackson. Jacks nodded and tossed you the keys.

You groan but anything was an improvement from the dirty karaoke hall at this point.

It was 2:15 AM by the time Youngjae had scarfed down 2 servings of beef and half a bottle of soju. You sat opposite him on the stool, he was smiling with his cheeks stuffed with rice.

"Ready to go home now champ?" You asked, she shook his head no. "Youngjae! we have to go home!"

He stared at his empty bowl, his hand fiddling with a spoon.

"I wanna sleep over at your house!" He blurted out loudly, your eyes went wide at the sudden statement, and a deep red blush crept across his face.

"What? Why? No, you need to go home, Jae. " He didn't respond, only looked down at his lap, he took off his glasses and put them in his pocket as he rose and went out to the car.

He was silently pouting in the car, his focus completely on his phone in his hand. You felt bad about telling him no. You weren't entirely sure why you had said no, he'd slept over before ut usually he just fell asleep there during movie night, he'd never asked before. He was looking down at his phone, his shoulder physically shifted towards you so you couldn't really look at him. Letting out a sigh you flicked on the turn signal to make a u-turn and head towards your apartment, who cares if you were almost to the dorms, it was Jackson's gas anyway.

You put the car in park a smacked Youngjae's leg, "Come on, pabo" You said getting out of the car and going around to help your inebriated friend. He slung his arm around you.

"Noona, this is a parking tower....the dorm doesn't have that, are we?" He mumbled and you nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Youngjae, we are at my apartment, I figure you can sleep here, but tomorrow you're my personal slave okay?" You tried to sound surly but he swung his other arm around your waist pulling you against his chest. You laughed and pulled back and lead the way upstairs to your tiny apartment. He leaned against the wall across from you as you tried to find your keys at the bottom of your purse. Once you finally got the door unlocked you turned to find that Youngjae had slid down the wall and was singing softly to himself. Sighing for what must have been the 30,00th time that night you set to work getting your best friend settled into bed and vowed to yourself to be the drunk one next time.

Ten minutes later, you let Youngjae fall into the bed. He was laying flat on his stomach in the middle of the bed. You pulled off you shoes and left him there while you washed your face and changed. You came back and there he was, in the exact same spot. You knelt on the bed and rolled him over and he giggled at your hands on his stomach.

"If you're awake then hurry up and get ready for bed, Jae." You tried to speak gently not wanting to wake him up to much. He sat up, leaning on his hands for support, the soft blue light from the window the only light in the room. He smiled softly, and leaned his head to one side. The two of you sat in silence like that for a couple minutes, him just appraising your face, not looking away at all. You avoided his gaze for most of that time, unsure what exactly he was doing, before finally speaking again. "Here take of your jacket-" You leaned forward to help it off his shoulder, he sat up fully, letting you pull the heavy leather off and tossed it towards the desk chair that was already covered in discarded sweaters. You turned back towards him and he suddenly wrapped you up in his arms again, laying back and putting you into his chest. He nuzzled into the top of your head, he let out a soft sigh and you could almost swear you felt him smile against your head.

"Um,.. hey Jae are you awake?" you whispered. He groaned in response, his head nodding against yours. You wiggled further against him, wrapping one arm around his waist, his warmth quickly bringing sleep to you. "What were Big Jae and Jinyoung arguing about? They seemed fine to me?" You continued.

"Don't call him Big Jae, and....They didn't," he mumbled against your scalp. You pulled you head away, jolting him to alertness.

"Did you lie then?" You asked, suddenly pissed he dragged you around over a lie. He started to speak a few times, before pinching his mouth tight and nodding. "Why?!" You asked a little louder, a light slap landing against his chest where your head was moments before, you grimaced at him as you waited for a response. Now he was the one avoiding you eye contact, he let out a deep breath- like he was trying to resign himself to the words.

"I just....I couldn't cancel on the guys and-" he started. Pausing as if he was unsure how to finish his thought, he finally make eye contact, "I missed you." He said softly, just above a whisper. His eyes were black in the low light but they were still glossy and bright, the way the cool moon light fell against his messy hair and his expression made your heart flutter, you'd never seen that face before you realize, you aren't entirely sure what it is, but you think 'I'd give him anything if he'd look at me like that forever.'

Neither of you speak for a minute, neither looks away. "You shouldn't lie." you weakly whisper, still unable to look away from Youngjae. You suddenly felt very aware of his arms around you, his hands spread wide across your waist, your legs were all tangled up but it wasn't uncomfortable. His presence was always so calming, even now when the air suddenly seemed thick.

He looked down, "I'm sorry, I just ....needed to see you tonight." Suddenly you felt incredibly thankful for the low light because you could feel the blood rush to your face. He pulled you back against him and you leaned into his touch, thankful to no longer be in an apparent staring contest.

"I even dressed like one of the hyungs to try and look more mature but did you notice? hmppp barely" he was mumbling above your head barely audible.

"Yah, Choi Youngjae, were you trying to impress me?" you teased, wiggling your torso back and forth, a chuckle rolling off your lips as you finished the thought.

He pulled back as far as he could, moving his hand from your waist to your cheek, and then he was looking at you like that again.

"I just wanted you to see me as a man, y/n. You're my best friend but...I," he went silent again, "I," He tried again, "I just...."

He leaned forward and places a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a moment, before you shifted further into him and smiled. He pulled back and lay his forehead against yours, "I can't seem to find the words."

"It's because you're drunk Youngjae, go to sleep." He was rubbing his thumb across your face, he shook his head.

"I'm not drunk y/n, I've never been this close to you...it's" He paused, licking his lips, eyes leaving yours as he glanced down at our mouth. "Say my name again." He whispered, his voice deeper, his hand sliding down to your shoulder and his grip just slightly tighter.

"Why?" You asked, a little voice inside said you know why y/n but you wanted to be sure.

"Please" was all he said, pulling you a bit closer, pressing his body against yours. Now certain of what he was asking you felt much less guilty about staring at him earlier. You stretched forward, moving your hands up his chest and tugging him by his shirt forward. As you rubbed your cheek against his, letting your mouth hover by his ear, you could feel his breathing still.

"Youngjae" you whispered your breath hot against his ear, a low groan escaping his chest as he slid his hand back to your waist, his fingertips pressing hard into your side as he pressed his hips against yours. A high gasp slipped out of your mouth as you felt his erection press into you, as you pulled your head back his quickly followed, his lips quickly covering yours and his tongue darting out softly exploring your mouth. There was something different about the way he kissed you. It wasn't hard or forceful as if this was a sloppy escapade. Rather, He was passionate and tender, slowly kissing you as if he was trying to memorize the feel of your lips against his. You kissed him back arching your body so that your hips met his waist and your breasts were pressed into his chest, he slid his hand down from your waist to your hips, pulling you as closely as possible before he hooked his hand under your knee hiking it up on his side before moving back to grip your ass roughly. You let out a moan as you let your whole body relax into him, rolling your hips against his, soft whimpering into his kiss. Your small sounds encouraging him, he hooked his hand around your hip. Rolling onto his back, pulling you on top of him, your hands moving to find purchase on either side of his head. You settled against him, softly rolling your hips against his desperate for the friction, Youngjae let out a groan as he pulled back for your kiss, moving to press his lips on your neck, on hand circling your waist the other still pressing into your hip.

He bucked up against you as he nibbled your neck, "Youngjae" you moaned out one hand reaching out to grab the back of his head, he shifted up and forward, one hand spread against your back as he kept you as close as possible.

"Do you like that, yn?" He asked softly, his voice rich and hoarse unlike you'd ever heard it before. Yes fuck don't stop please Youngjae you mind was going a mile a minute but all you managed to get out was a whiny moan as you rolled against him. "I just wanna make sure I'm doing what you like'. he mumbled against your neck, with each word you could feel yourself getting wetter and you suddenly needed much more than what you were getting.

"Please, Youngjae" you moaned, hoping the use of his name you egg him on. You were right, as if on cue, he sank his teeth into your neck and harshly grinded into your still clothed sex. It suddenly felt very urgent that the clothes had to go, apparently Youngjae agreed because he moved his hands to you waist and flipped you over unto your back, tugging down your pajama pants quickly. Leaning up and reconnecting your mouths, your harshly took his bottom lip between your teeth, your hands at his belt and he moaned into your mouth, you released his lip and pulled away focusing on his face as you removed his belt and undid his jeans, he held your gaze until he felt you wrap your hand around his length and then his closed his eyes at the pleasure, lightly bucking against you hand a soft groan of "fuck" before he had his lip between his teeth. Your cheeks flushed with pride at the pleasure on his face, you smiled to yourself leaning forward to take his lips as you continued to stroke him, rolling your finger across the tip. He kissed you a bit more urgently, before removing your hand and pushing you back onto the bed.

You lay back, tugging him along by his shirt as you did, he pulled back to tug the shirt off, before stepping off the bed to remove his pants as quickly as he could. Stumbling in the process, you let out a light giggle, and he looked up a you with a loving smile, "Don't laugh y/n"

"Sorry, Baby Jae." you cooed, wiggling your hips as you watched his gaze fall from your face and down to your breasts rising and falling gently, down to your waist where your t shit was hitched up exposing you hips that were wrapped in thin cotton, "Or maybe," you paused and waited for him to look back up at you. "Maybe I should call you Big Jae now?" you smile at him, pulling your shirt off and tossing it off the edge of the bed, exposing our breasts to the cool air. He swallowed hard, before he started crawling back onto the bed. "Mmm....no" you continued to tease as he finally was within your reach, he grabbed your face in one hand, the other stroking your thighs, you let them fall open, you pulled him towards your face, "I think Youngjae works fine." He pulled your face towards him, but then he started kissing down your neck, he hooked one finger into your panties, gently running it across the edge as he started to suck on your neck hard. You curled your hip upward as your let out a whine, desperate for more. You wanted more, reaching out to grasp him his hand on your hips faltered and his grip on your face became more tense as he let out a low hiss. He continued to kiss your neck as he rolled into your grasp.

He reached out and took your wrist, pulling your hand away and holding it against the bed. He backed away, moving to pull your panties off with his free hand. Swiftly tossing them aside before urgently reattaching your lips. Immediately his hand was back on your thigh, pushing them apart, settling between them. He gently stroked your between your folds, you sucked in a breath, effectively breathing in the groan he let out at feeling how wet you already were.

"Please," you moaned into the kiss, "more."

Slowly he pushed in one digit, you gasped softly and rolled your hips against him, He immediately stroked his thumb up from you entrance and up to circle your throbbing clit as he sank a second digit inside of you. Pulling back slightly to groan at the stretch, soft pleas of "please" and "Youngjae" as his drifted sloppy quick kissed across your cheek and down your neck, fingers still moving quickly in you. Moving his hand down from your wrist to roughly massage your breast. Rolling his thumb over your nipple before moving down to take it into his mouth biting and sucking gently as he let you fuck yourself up onto his fingers. With your now free had you quickly clung to his head. He picked up his speed rolling his thumb and you felt your air leave your lungs as you felt your muscles start to coil.

Pulling back to pressing your forehead against his, trying to catch your breaths between moans, "Fuck, Youngjae" you dragged his name out as you felt yourself getting close to the edge, your toes beginning to curl up.

He suddenly withdrew his hand and you whined at the loss, you looked at him with a pout as you saw him wrap his hand around his length slowly pumping himself as he pulled your hips lower on the bed with his other hand. Leaning to reattach your lips as he pressed into you slowly so you could feel every inch, moaning into your mouth as started to move picking up pace.

Your breathing became more erratic as he rocked into you, feeling your muscles clench around him as he pressed his fingers into your hips, as if trying to slow himself.

He placed his hand along your jaw, he pulled your face to look at him, placing small chaste kisses on your lips, "Okay?" He asked softly, you learned your face into his hand, as you rocked upwards against him. Desperately searching for the friction to rebuild your orgasm.

"Yes, baby, please, fuck me faster" you were whispering against the crook of his neck before he pulled back, hiking your hips up and snapping his hips in a much more urgent pace, moving one hand to lay across your pelvis letting his move his thumb across your clit. The combined stimulation making a loud moan fall from your lips loudly, one of your hands coming up to cover your mouth to stop the vulgar noises.

"I wanna hear it" he groaned out, slamming into you faster his lip tightly between his teeth, a gleam of sweat across his forehead. His sudden commanding tone was intoxicating and you practically felt yourself swoon. Letting out a whimper of Youngjae out as you moved your hand down to grasp your breasts pushing them together and playing with them.

"Good girl" He grunted out, "You're, So fucking... good for me.." he was groaning out between harsh breaths and deep thrusts, each one sending you closer to the edge.

"Youngjae, Fuck" a slew of curse words fell from your lips as you felt your walls start pulsing and your eyes start rolling back, until he kissed you roughly one hand smashing your face against his and you felt yourself come undone, mouth going slack against Youngjae as he moved to place gently kissed down your neck as he maintained his rhythm riding out your high. He followed shortly after, his thrusts becoming harder and erratic until you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a soft groan leaving his lips. As his hips slowed he started peppering soft kisses all across your face. Pulling back to look at you, he smiled softly a hazy glow on his features. You bumped your nose against his, feeling warm under his gaze.

His lips were red and swollen, his hair wild and his cheeks flushed. You were sure you looked the same, maybe worse, but he was giving you that look again and you felt like your heart was going to burst. "Stop looking at me." you giggled out. Smacking his arm as he pulled out of you and rolled to his side facing you. You turned to look at him, you hips a bit sore as you rotated and shifted them. He was still looking at you with googly eyes.

"I don't wanna stop looking at you," He said softly, "I never do."

You felt your heartbeat in your ears and you had to fight very hard to stop from grinning like an idiot. It was too hard you found, you instead you shrugged away from his view placing a quick kiss on his cheek then sneaking off to the bathroom to clean up. On your way back Youngjae appeared to be asleep the covers and pillows had been fixed and he was tucked in neatly on his side. Grabbing his shirt and pulling it over your head before crawling into bed. As soon as you lay down you felt hand quickly pull you back and flush against Youngjae's stomach, resting your head on his arm. He placed a kiss on the top of your head.

In What felt like seconds you could feel his gentle breathing quickly luring you to sleep.

"I love you, y/n" he said softly, "Sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"I love you too, pabo."

Your phone had gone off at exactly 7:58 AM, it was your boss. Once you snuck out answered her question and gone to crawl back in bed you had found Youngjae was sprawled across the bed diagonally, his head and arm falling off the side. Your sore muscles ached and you were suddenly starving. You crouched next to him and began tugging on his ear, "Wake up, Jaeeeee"

"ughhhhhh oh my god...." the boy began groaning, "be quiet baby please my head"

"Here drink this it'll make you feel better," You said placing the bottle of water from the night stand in his grasp. Youngjae sat up, rubbing his eyes and drinking most of the water before he finally saw the clock on the wall.

"It's only 8 am!" He protested, looking at you as if you had called Coco ugly (again)

"I know that, but i couldn't sleep and I'm hungry."

"Why do i need to be awake for you to eat, noona?" He whined, flopping back into the bed.

"You're my personal servant today remember! Go cook me breakfast! Pancakes please! oh and Eggs!" You began teasing poking his side.

"Can I put vodka in my OJ? i need a drink." He gave in standing up and stretching.

"It's 8 am, Youngjae, you can't have Vodka." You giggled wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you back, his arms heavy around your shoulders. You pulled away and headed towards the kitchen, "Let's go, You work for me, you're my slave so, chop chop get cooking kid.”

-Admin Rae

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got7andchill · 7 years

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got7drabbles >>>> got7andchill

Hey, y’all,it’s me Rae.

I’ve decided to revamp this blog and get back into writing, to help with that @thatxxmakesyoucrazy will be joining at Admin Jai, I’ll be posting some Youngjae fluff in a couple hours! Please be on the look out for more writing from us and feel free to stop by the ask box with requests!

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got7andchill · 8 years

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Tuesdays at 3

“could you do a drabble where Jackson’s girlfriend has to go to her counselor but doesn’t want to tell him but he eventually finds out?”

Slight Angst and Fluff

TW; vague mentions of mental illness

Coming up with excuses for where you were going every Tuesday at 3PM proved more difficult then you anticipated. It’s not that you were ashamed that y were seeing a counselor, there is nothing wrong with bettering your mental health. You just didn’t want to explain to your boyfriend why you needed to see one. Jackson was always loving and supportive but anytime you had a problem he would bend over backwards to try and fix it for you.

“You’re my girl, Its my job to make things okay!” He’d say cheerfully after spending hours of his rare free time making your life easier. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate it, but some problems you needed to fix without him.

For a few months now, every Tuesday you’d ramble off some excuse and disappear for a few hours. You didn’t think he’d even notice considering how busy he always is, but after last week’s session he had been waiting for you at home, despite him telling you he was at practice.

“Hey, babe! What are you doing home?” You had said cheerfully, placing your things down on the table.

“Where were you?” He asked, completely ignoring your question, “You didn’t respond to any of my texts, so i was worried.” You had fumbled, you couldn’t say that your counselor always had you turn your phone off.

“Mm, i must have turned my phone on silent, I’m sorry.” You mumbled as you rumaged through your bag pulling out your phone to turn it back on. You heard him sigh deeply, and walk over to stand behind you. You turned around and were shoked by the saddness in his face.

“If you had met someone else, you’d leave me right? ....” He paused as his question hung heavy in the air. “You wouldn’t cheat on me, right?” He held your gaze his mournful expression switching to anger as you didn’t respond immediately, He went to take a step back from you and you quickly linked your arms around his waist.

“Jackson, I love you, I would never do that, I’m not your ex girlfriend.” You had reassured him, as you held him you felt his body slowly relax as his arms came up to hold you.

That had been a week ago, and even though you hoped he believed you. You still caught him trying to glance at your text messages. You knew you had nothing to hide but when the next Tuesday arrived he had woken you up with the news he had finally gotten a full day off. You smiled as he climbed back into bed and pulled you flush against him. It was before 10AM but you were already stressed about what you would tell him when you needed to leave.

It was just after 2PM and Jackson had settled in living room and started to play video games. You could hear him talking to the other boys over his headset, laughing about something. You sighed and straitened your dress before stepping into the living room.

You cleared your throat, and Jackson looked up from the screen before pulling off his head set. “Where are you going?” He asked, his voice hesitant and soft.

“I’ve told my friend I would go meet her for a couple of hours.” You replied quickly. His face lit up briefly, he jumped up and in a stride crossed the room to grasp your hands.

“Can I come?! I haven’t met many of your fr-” He had started when you snapped out a harsh NO. His smile fell straight to the pit of your stomach, you pulled your hands away from him and took a step back.

“I need to go by myself, I’m sorry I -” You smiled and reached toward him, before he pulled back, “It’s just...”

He moved to let you pass him, he was silent, you could tell he didn’t want you to say anything else.

“I’ll be back soon,” You said, trying to convey some happiness in your voice. “We could go see a movie after, yeah?” You called over your shoulder as you walked toward the front door.

“Doesn’t he take you to movies? Or... well I guess he wouldn’t, I wouldn’t take the person I was having an affair with to the movies...” You heard Jackson grumbling to himself. You spun around on your heel to face him, he was still standing where you’d left him, his head down his big brown eyes looking up at you.

“Jackson I told you I-” You began, exasperatedly sighing.

“Please don’t lie to me, I know how these things,” He paused and ruffled his hand through his hair the way he did when he was frustrated. He lifted his head up to look at you fully, taking a step forward. “I know how my ex did it, she met the same guy every week for months and I thought you were better then that and-”

“I am better then that you asshole,” You began, irritation at his suspicions was finally boiling over. “Why do you have to be like this? I’m not her! I would NEVER-”

“Then are you saying you’ve been 100 percent honest with me, y/n?” He asked. You felt like a ton of bricks had come crashing down. He was right, even though seeing the counselor wasn’t wrong, hiding your problems away wasn’t fair to Jackson and lying definitely wasn’t fair.

“You want the truth?” You said softly, you saw him nod slowly, his lip firmly held between his teeth as he braced himself for the worst. “I’m been seeing someone every week for my-” You sighed again, “I’m just going see my therapist, okay? Every Tuesday at 3 PM sharp I meet with them.”

“A therapist? like a doctor? are you okay? What’s wrong?” The barrage of questions you weren’t ready to deal with were falling from his lips feverishly as he stepped to face you, finally closing the distance between you and reaching out to place his hand on your face. His dark eyes screamed his concern and his brows were deeply furrowed with worry.

“I need to see them to sort some stuff out, okay?” You looked up at him, smiling, “It’s not something I’m ready to deal with yet, as much as I love you I want to be okay with these issues before I dump them on you.” He looked hurt and your chest felt tight waiting for him to say something.

“I’m sorry, I respect you not wanting to tell me everything, that’s fine I just want you to know I am always here okay?” He moved his hand to your chin pulling your face up look at him. “Even if you’re not ready to tell me I’ll be here whenever you are ready. And, um” He paused collecting his thoughts. “I’m sorry I thought you were cheating it’s just -”

You silenced him by pressing your lips against his. When you pulled away you pressed your forehead against his, “It’s okay, I should never have lied to you.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he said, “Babe, you’re gonna be late if you don’t leave!” You pulled back and smiled at him brightly before heading out the front door.

#sorry if this is rough #i did it quick #jackson angst #jackson wang #jackson wang fanfic

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p>I’m really busy moving right now and having writers block from the stress, I will try to get these requests out but they might take a whole, I’ll message anyone who requested something when their stuff is posted! Sorry about the inconvenience!

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If you sent in a request it's almost done! If you haven't sent in a request, you should! (Even if you just tell me your bias and genre/fluff vs smut vs angst) Also btw, Smut takes the longest, and Fluff can usually be posted the same day.

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Mark Tuan Drabble Request (Angst/Fluff)

The afternoon was dragging, you had long tuned out your professor’s lecture. You fought the urge to check your watch for what must’ve been the hundredth time. You were going to meet your boyfriend’s boss, and then his friends. Normally you wouldn’t have to meet your significant others boss but your boyfriend was a member of a boyband, and any relationship (even if it was out of the public eye) needed approval. You were nervous. Jinyoung had promised it would be Quick and easy. Actually when you had told him you were nervous he was really surprised. “Haven’t you done this before? I mean, when you and Mark were dating?” His question lingered in the air, before he quickly changed the subject to something lighter. That often happened when he brought up his friend and band mate. He didn’t know everything about your previous relationship with Mark. He just knew the breakup was hard on you. Even though you and Mark had dated for over 8 months he only introduced you to the boys once. That’s probably why everything Jinyoung did shocked you. He was introducing you to JYP, to his members, he wanted to tell his parents about you. Mark always said he didn’t have time to text you back, or come and see you- and yet, Jinyoung did. Despite being in the same boyband, and having acting roles in the side. He was a good boyfriend, great actually.

You’re phone buzzed on your desk, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked down to see a text message from Jinyoung, or lil’ JYP as he was saved in your phone, he hated it but you thought it was so cute. You quickly unlocked your phone to find a pouting selfie waiting for you. “Is your class almost over?”

You smiled to yourself, before sending back “How am I supposed to learn if you keep distracting me? 😝” You noticed the other students gathering their things to leave, the professor must have ended early while you were lost in thought.

Quickly grabbing your backpack and heading out side, you were surprised to see Junior waiting under a tree, head down as he typed on his phone. You phone buzzed as you saw him lock his phone and slide it into his pocket, his back turned to yih slightly. You tried to quietly sneak up behind him, but he spun around pulling you against him, laughing at you.

“Babe, you’re a terrible sneak.” You pouted and wiggled out of his embrace.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at practice or something?” You tilted your head, waiting for the cheesy nonsense that was about to spew from him. He grinned, his prominent eye whiskers forming.

“You think I’m going to let you get to JYP first to trash talk me to my boss?!” He snapled back. Jinyoung only had two modes, sassy and gooey sweet. You liked both of them. Sometimes he did things sweet like this and it made you feel terrible, he was so good to you and yet all you could muster for him was ‘like.’

“Yah, Jin, how did you figure out my dastardly plan?” You accused him, poking his chest. Eliciting a pained face as he cartoonishly grasped his chest. He snapped back upwards, checked his watch before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the waiting car.

The meeting with JYP went well, just as Jinyoung had promised before leading you to his office. “He loves me, so he’ll love you.” He was right, the older man seemed genuinely care about your studies, asking you about your major and grades. Part of you knew he was just making sure you weren’t going to make trouble for his most lucrative act but he also seemed to care about Junior’s well being. You had spent less then an hour chatting with him before he had to go for another meeting. Just giving Jinyoung a thumbs up and a wink before leaving his office. Junior looked at you and the two of you shared a brief smile before he grabbed your hand to lead you somewhere else.

Once the two of you had descended the stairs and stood before the large door to their practice room did you realize you were now going to meet up with the rest of the boys. You felt your heart swell to your throat.

“Jinyoung, did you tell the boys who you were dating or…?” You drug the question on, letting it hang in the air between you. He nodded.

“Did Mark say anything?” Your voice was soft, you felt silly even asking the question.

“No, he actually didn’t say anything.” Somehow that’s worse then being upset, you thought to yourself, he didn’t care one way or another what you were doing. “Ready?” Jinyoung squeezed your hand gently. You gave him a squeeze back as you smiled. He opened the door to a blast of confetti, and the loud yelling of the word ‘surprise’ faster then you could realize what was happening, some one and pulled you tightly flush against him and squished against his muscular chest, a high pitched laugh above your head signaling it was Jackson who was preventing your breath. “Don’t suffocate my girlfriend, Jackson!” Jinyoung shouted at him smacking him on the shoulder making Jackson drop you down, his words eliciting a chorus of cooing and the other boys saying ‘girlfriend’ in a mocking tone. Junior’s face and ears were turning a bright red as you looked over to him. “Sorry, y/n, I was just excited to see you!” Jackson said, bowing quickly. “Our little peach has been in such a good mood lately, I wanted to thank you.” The boys took up their mocking again as Junior’s face turned a deeper shade of red. In turn all of the boys came up to you, greeting you for the first time in over a year, polite yet comfortably. Jaebum, Youngjae, Yugyeom, and Bambam each greeted you before you realized. Mark wasn’t here, either he actually did care that you and Jinyoung were dating or he was just being the unavailable jerk he always was. You figured it was probably the second one. Jackson grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of your thoughts, and led you to a table covered in treats. You and the 6 boys settled in to snack and chat before their dance practice later that afternoon.

You sat on your sofa, you were in a comfortable set of pajamas and you knew one of your favorite movies was coming on and you had ordered takeaway. Satisfied, you settled in for a relaxing night. You focused your attention on the television in front of you until you heard a knock at the door. You lept up, excited that the food got there much quicker than expected. You opened the door to the tall, beautiful boy you had once been in love with. Mark stood there, wearing a much to large hoodie, his blonde hair a mess around his head. He looked up at you, the rims of his dark brown eyes were red. You tried to hide your shock, but you didn’t say anything for a full 30 seconds. When you made eye contact with him you felt a hot ball of led in your stomach, he looked so sad all you wanted to do was pull him into your arms.

“When did you start to hate me?” He said softly, it was deep and gravely, you could tell he’d been yelling. His words hit you like a truck, “did you start to hate me when we were still dating?” He looked up at you, eyes pleading. “How long between the moment you realized you hate me and the day you broke up with me?”

“Mark, I don’t -” you began, before pushing out a deep sigh. “I don’t hate you, I could never hate you. That’s the problem, I wanted you more than you were willing to give.”

“Why Jinyoung?” He said back quickly like the words were hanging on the tips of his lips already.

“He’s a good guy.” You said harshly. You made eye contact with him again, you tried everything to deliver a cold expression but you were sure he could still feel the love you had for him. You realize once he was right there in front of you, You realized why you weren’t able to feel anything stronger for Junior then just ‘like.’ You were quite plainly still in love with Mark.

“I tried my best to be good to you, but it’s hard being an idol, I’m sure he couldn’t have that much time for you. It’s not possible.” As his words progressed his voice took on a whine. Is that what he really believes? You wondered, ignoring you for weeks, not being there for you, flirting with other girls, hiding you even from his closest friends like we’re a secret.

“ That lie might help you sleep, Mark. That’s what makes what you did even worse, that’s not true. Jinyoung is good to me, he makes time for me, he is always there when I need him. I don’t have to feel alone. But wasn’t your excuse always that idols are busy? I guess it wasn’t really your schedule you just didn’t care enough to make me a priority, I deserve someone who loves me.”

“I did -I mean I still do, love you.” He said, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“ I love you too, much more than you realize, ” you said just above a whisper, “but you don’t love me enough.”

He made a pained expression before looking down. There was silence. All you could hear was each other’s breathing, you heard his breath hitch, then shudder as he held back a sob. You looked away, and took a step back to close the door. He shot out a hand to stop you, you looked up at his eyes, his face looking at you once again.

“What, Mark?” You groaned, you suddenly felt emotionally exhausted and you felt tears prickling at your eyes.

“I know I have no right to ask this,” he forced a smile, but you kept your face hard. “Stop seeing Junior, Please, even if you won’t ever take me back. I just-”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Please, I can’t stand to see you with someone else, it’s tearing me apart.” You sighed again and closed the door, he allowed his hand to fall slack. Once the door was closed you could hear him place his back against it and slide down.

“I know you deserved better, that’s why when you broke up with me I didn’t beg you to stay,” Mark was mumbling to himself, but the walls were so thin you could hear him as if he was inside “but god y/n, I wanted too. I should have been better. But I was always afraid we would be caught and I would harm GOT7s reputation, besides, the fans can be so mean, they sent death threats to my friends in LA, and I know I fucked up flirting with other girls a lot, but I never wanted them, I just was- shit I don’t what what that was. The person I wanted and loved was never them, It was always you, and I knew you would start dating again, but I could push that out of my mind so long as I didn’t know that guy, I couldn’t picture it if I didn’t know who it was, ya know?” He paused, you tried to make yourself walk away before he could start again, but your legs felt so weak, you felt warm tears moving down your face.

“Why did it have to be him? I don’t just know him, I spend most of every day with him. So I know….” He sighed again, his voice was soft and hoarse, “I know what a good guy he is. When he asked if i would be upset by you guys dating, what was I supposed to say? Of course I want the person I love most in the world to be someone I think so highly of…he really is a good guy…it was always me hurting you, I never thought you’d hurt me. I was wrong, you hurt me the most.” Letting out a deep breath you heard him climb to his feet. You did the same, leaning your face against the cold surface, you didn’t hear anything but you stayed there for several minutes until there was a knock on the door, scaring you half to death. You opened the door to quickly, you hoped that Mark might have come back, but it was the food delivery person. They released a quick yelp as you scared them. You apologized and gave them a good tip to compensate.

You sat back on your sofa, trying to hold back your tears, you felt guilty, you felt like the wound of your break up was worse now then when you’d actually broken up. You awoke the next morning to a gentle rap against the front door, you pulled yourself up, you’d fallen asleep on the sofa an unopened box of take out sitting on the table in front of you. You rubbed your sore swollen eyes. You opened the door to find Jinyoung, a gentle smile on his face. You looked at him blank faced, a bit shocked to find him here. He placed a hand on the side of your face before breezing past you into the apartment. “I figured you would have swollen red eyes.” He said playfully. You covered half of you face and mumbled, “How’d you know that?”

“Mark, won’t talk to anyone….more then usual and his face looked just like yours this morning, and he wouldn’t talk to me and he skipped practice. ” He said, sitting on the sofa. He looked over to you and smiled.

“I’m sorry I-” you began. But he stopped you.

“He wouldn’t talk to me, but he talked to Jackson.” He said, as he took one of your hands in his. He made circles on the back of your hand before looking up at you. “He really misses you…I think he’d be better now….and I know you’re not in love with me,” his expression was soft, “ Maybe we should break up?”

He was silent for a moment before continuing, “Maybe you could give him another chance? Or at least talk to him without worrying about me, do whatever your heart tells you to do.” He looked at you expectantly. You nodded, tears coming up to your eyes. He pulled you into a hug until you stopped crying, then he placed his hands on either side of your face, “Bye, Girlfriend Y/N, Hello again Friend Y/N” he pulled his hands away and smiled. “Goodbye, Boyfriend Jinyoung” you said softly, as you nodded.

He got up and bowed slightly, before leaving. You hurried to the shower and got dressed. You caught yourself smiling as you were brushing your teeth. Once you were presentable you grabbed your phone, putting in Mark’s number from memory then sending him a text, “Hey, are you free right now?” You went to place the phone down to wait for a response but before you could you phone buzzed. Then buzzed again. Two text messages from Mark, “Yes!” immediately followed by, “Can I come over?” You grinned at how excited he seemed. You sent him a simple, “Please”

You lived about a 10 minute drive from their dorms but it felt like an eternity waiting for the knock on your door. You opened it immediately, almost tripping yourself in the rush to get to the door. Mark was standing there, his eyes were still red just like Jinyoung had said. He looked like a puppy dog that had been left out in the rain. “Hey” he spoke softly, you moved to let him in. “Mark, he-” you began to say but he moved forward and in one fluid motion had pulled you against him. He leaned his have against you head and sighed. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay, I will never leave you again.” he said, his voice serious. You burrowed you face into his chest and he tightened his arms around you. “Y/N?” He asked. You pulled your head back to look at him. “I have so many things to apologize for but I feel the worst about making you feel like I didn’t want you and I know you’re with Junior now, but I can’t accept it, I’m sorry I need to be the person you love and I am going to try to be so much better a-” You stopped him by rising up to your tiptoes to press your lips against his. He stood there shocked as you put his face in your hands and pulled away.

Pressing your forehead against his you softly said, “It’s always been you.”

He smiled widely, before scattering dozens of kisses across your face making you giggle. He scooped up your legs and carried you over to the sofa where he sank down, placing you on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his head and he laid against your chest smiling softly.

“What about Jinyoung?” He mumbled into your flesh. “He dumped me this morning.” You teased and he looked up at you, “I’m only taking you back because he said you’re gonna do better…” You looked at him, and he smiled as wide as he can, before burrowing against you again.

“Hey…can I leave?” You heard a gentle voice come from the door. You turned to see Youngjae poking his head in the door just slightly, you laughed as his expression a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. You looked back at Mark, the two of you making eye contact before you winked at him. He turned his head to Youngjae, a bright smile across his face as he vigorously nodded.

It had been almost six months since you and Mark had gotten back together. It was almost 4 in the afternoon and you were making pancakes in the kitchen. “Why aren’t you working?” You heard Mark whine from your living room. You flipped the pancake before leaning your head out of the doorway. “You got it, babe?” You asked cheerfully not wanting to damage his pride. You heard him sigh, before he started mumbling under his breath. You laughed at how stubborn he could be. Returnjng to the kitchen you slid the pancake out of the pan to join the rest waiting on a large plate. You carried it out to the living room where bacon and eggs had already been plated in a breakfast feast in front of the webcam mark was fighting with. You placed the food down, before sitting on the ground being the table. “It’s 3:58, babe, should I try maybe?” You asked again and he threw his hands up exasperated. You got up and walked over to him before manually focusing the camera on where he was seated.

“IS THAT ALL IT TOOK?” he asked, his mouth falling slack. You closed your eyes a nodded, earning a loud groan fromark as he lay backwards onto the ground. You came around the table a sat next to him. You nudged him and he sat up, his face pouting as he mumbled under his breath “why are you so good at everything?” You laughed and then leaned over to plant a kiss on the side of his face. He looked over at you, the two of you holding the other gaze until you heard the Skype call coming through. You grinned at looked over to the screen, Mark accepted the call and you were greeted by his dad and his niece’s, each with their own Sunday Breakfast.

“Aunt Y/N,” one of the girls squealed, waving her hand in the camera. You felt all warm and fuzzy every time one of them called you that, the first time you were surprised and both you and Mark’s Dad had gone to correct them, only for Make to insist that calling you Aunt was fine because he was gonna marry you one day. Such a bold declaration made both you and his dad blush and look at him with shock, but he paid more attention to the girls who had started giggling.

“Aunt Y/N! You’re pancakes look so much prettier then Grandpa’s!” She continued holding one up for you to see. Mark grabbed your hand and looked at you, “Next time, why don’t Aunt Y/N and I come visit and she can make you some?”

#Mark Tuan #mark angst #mark tuan angst #got7 #got7 fanfic #got7 fluff #jinyoung #mark fluff

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