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got7thotsss · 6 years ago

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28 11- Bambam

Warnings: Swearing Summary: Y/n and Bambam vibe on impulse Pairing: Bambam x Reader Word Count: 1.4k A/n: This is the only idea that sprung to my head with Bam, sorry about that. Happy New Year!

You have always loved parties. Every single party you’ve been invited to, you have attended. Even the shit ones that basically no one turned up to. You were always there. Not always drunk mind. It wasn’t that often you drank. You were incredibly aware of the effects alcohol had on you and so it was in your right mind to stay sober most of the time.

For example, you were impulsive as it is when you’re fully sober. Constantly buying things you don’t need, just because. Hitting on the cute guy across the street, even though he’s clearly stood with a girlfriend. The list is endless. It’s also ten times as worse when you’ve been drinking. The number of people you’ve slept with whilst under the influence of alcohol is crazy. In an attempt to prevent you from getting countless STDs and STIs, you choose to only drink at one party a month.

The party you’re currently in attendance of is a wild one. As you waltz around the party, switching between dancing in the living room to the bass-filled tunes blasting extremely loudly and standing out on the balcony smoking. You use the cigarettes as a method of not drinking, you smoke at the parties when you don’t drink and drink at the parties when you don’t smoke. You switched it up one time and did both, unfortunately it turned into a terrible experience, the cigarettes causing the alcohol to taste vile.

You’re just heading back into the party when you catch his eye. The slim, broad-shouldered hottie. Everyone had their eye on him, he had to push numerous drunk people off of himself and that was just in the past fifteen minutes. He only had his eyes on you. Bambam is an avid partygoer, just like yourself. He enjoyed the rush that grinding his body with different strangers gave him. He recognised you from multiple parties you had both attended.

You spot him as you grab yourself some water from the fridge. You always love his outfits, there’s never a dull moment with Bambam. Today he’s wearing tight black jeans with a black muscle shirt with an album cover displayed on it, tucked in. This paired with a white denim jacket. You’ve never wanted to jump someone on the spot more. Your eyes meet across the room and you take this as your signal to go and talk to him.

You weave your way in and out of the large crowd of people dancing and reach Bam on the other side of the room. You shoot him a sly smile, to which he returns. You open your mouth to introduce yourself but are stopped by Bam’s lips landing on yours. You’re stunned but immediately respond to the kiss, which leads to a full on make out session against the wall.

He enjoys the mixture of the taste of smoke and ice water on your lips. It makes him want more. He tastes like Pepsi, which you love. You don’t know how long you stay there, locking lips with Bam. But eventually one of you pull away, then you mutually agree to make your way to the bedroom that you know is going to be free. The joys of having a friend host a party and leave you with the key to the master bedroom.

“So, Y/n. Tell me about your dreams.” That’s all it takes for you to reveal your deepest ambitions to essentially someone you only really met today.

You tell him all about your ambition of being a photographer, about how your parents don’t believe in you and are forcing you to become an accountant, like them, and do your photography on the side. Bam then tells you about his own dreams of being a fashion designer and how his own parents want him to also take a more practical career path, but he decided to follow his own dreams instead of theirs.

“Wow, I would never be able to stand up to my parents like that.” You respond, after he finishes his own tale, “I think they would actually disown me if I did that.”

“At least you still get to do photography on the side though. That’s pretty decent of them to actually let you stick with it as well as doing what they want you to do.” He says, making you nod your head.

“Yeah, they can be pretty reasonable when they want to be.” You say, smiling. You look around the room, you didn’t realise before that the window was sealed shut, no opening. No wonder it was starting to get really warm in the room.

You pick up the bottle of water that you took in there with you and take a sip, then offer it to Bam, who was also starting to overheat. He gladly takes the bottle, then gulps down half the contents. He gives you a grateful smile, then moves to remove his jacket. You notice a glimmer of black on his skin and gasp.

“What? Do I have a bug on me or something? Quick, quick get it off, get it off!” He exclaims, brushing his hands across his body in a panic.

“No, no, nothing like that. I just noticed your tattoo.” You say, giggling at the frantic man in front of you.

“Oh, right.” He laughs, “You scared me.”

“How many have you got?”

“Bugs? None, I hope. The freaky little shits scare the crap out of me.” You give him a look, “Oh, tattoos. Ya know, just a few. Don’t you have any?”

“Nope.” You state, “I’ve been meaning to get one, I’ve just never actually gone and done it.”

“Grab your shit, we’re going right now.” He says, standing up and marching towards the door. You decide it’s in your best interest to go with him, so you follow him. He leads you to the door, then grabs your hand to pull you out of the house. You let him pull you down the street to a sleek, white Lamborghini.

“How the hell did you afford that?” You question, as he opens the door for you. He just shakes his head at you. After climbing into the passenger seat, you put your seatbelt on as Bam runs around the car and climbing into the driver’s side. He starts driving and you watch him intently, his hand grips the steering wheel in concentration.

“Oh, don’t worry, I haven’t been drinking.” He says, after noticing you staring at him.

“I didn’t even think about that, not gonna lie.” You say, making him chuckle, “Where are we going?”

“We’re just… Coming here.” He says, pulling over on the side of the road. You look up and see a walk-in tattoo parlour.

“Ah wow.” You state, taking in the bright lights. You both exit the car, then Bam once again grabs your hand and leads you into the tattoo shop. You silently observe as Bam chats with the tattoo artist, then he turns to you and smiles.

“C’mon Y/n, you’re up first.” He says, pointing you through to the room that the artist was starting to walk through. You walk through that way and get situated on the bed.

“Bam already chose the tattoo, you just have to pick the place you’re having it.” The artist explains, getting the inks ready. You nod your head, then think about all of the areas you’ve thought about having a tattoo.

“Can I have it on my ankle?” You ask, pointing down to your left ankle. He nods, then starts pulling your jean leg up. You watch as he pulls your shoe off, then cleans the area. He starts up the needle gun and you watch as he starts up the tattoo, “Bam. Can you come and hold my hand?”

Bam appears in the doorway, “You’re not gonna break it, right?” You shake your head, so he nods and walks over to you.

After fifteen minutes, you and Bam switch positions, him on the bed and you stood by holding his hand. He’s getting the tattoo in the same place as you, he doesn’t squeeze your hand as hard as you were squeezing his though. You assume that’s just because he’s used to the pain of the tattoos.

“You’re all done now, it’s a bit of a strange couple tattoo to have, but I’m not one to judge. I’ll just be through there, when you’re ready to come and pay.” The tattoo artist says, before standing up and leaving.

Both of you look down at your ankles then smile, “28, 11?” You question.

“Today’s date, the date of your first tattoo and the date that you met the love of your life.” Bam explains.

“The love of my life?”

“I can just feel it, we’re going to fall in love baby.” He says, smiling smugly at you.

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got7thotsss · 6 years ago

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More Than That- Jackson

Warnings: Swearing probably, slightly angsty Summary: Y/n gets sick and roommate!Jackson takes care of her. Pairing: Jackson x Reader Word Count: 1.8k A/n: This was just a lil idea I had on the way to college one morning lmao. Enjoy xoxo

You glared over the top of your computer at your co-worker blowing his nose obnoxiously loudly. Your boss calls over, telling your co-worker to show you something. So, he gets up, walks around to your computer and starts tapping away at your keyboard with his gross germ covered hands. He’s leaning over your shoulder, chatting away about the numbers on the screen. After five minutes of you attempting to lean away from the germ pool that is your co-worker, he coughs on you and that’s when you snap.

“Are you kidding me? If you’re sick, at least wash your hands after blowing your nose. And here’s a thought, maybe don’t cough on people. You’re actually disgusting Sungmin!” You exclaim, abruptly shooting up out of your seat.

“Y/n, what’s all this commotion about? You guys are supposed to be trying to work together.” Your boss states anger evident in her tone.

“I’m sorry, but he needs to think about personal hygiene man.” You respond, holding your hands up in defence.

Your boss lets you both get back to work, but makes sure to keep an eye on you, just in case anymore yelling occurs. You manage to keep your distance from Sungmin for the rest of the day, sending him glares every time he looks your way.

The minute you walk into your apartment, Jackson is there, taking your coat off, asking you about your day. The usual. No wonder you fell for him, after all these years of you guys living together. Every time you arrive home this happens. Every. Single. Time.

Jackson has been your roommate since your first years at university. You’ve had a thing for him since halfway through that year. Jackson has had feelings for you since he first laid eyes on you. It’s been a wild ride for the both of you. All of your friends are aware of the mutual feelings between you both, but so far, they have failed in trying to get either of you to believe them.

“It’s strange to think that we’ve been out of Uni for over a year now.” Jackson says out of nowhere. You’d both sat down to eat some soup and dumplings, before you relax for the rest of the evening.

“Oh yeah, we’ve been living here for like over five years now. God, we’ve both aged.” You respond, making Jackson laugh and splutter his soup all over the counter you were both sat at.

“What makes you think we’ve aged?” He questions, as he wipes the soup/saliva mixture off the counter.

“Erm, maybe the fact that it’s only six thirty and I’m absolutely exhausted.” You respond, taking a sip of water.

“Not the fact that neither of us have drank since the birthday we were dragged to four months ago, and even then we only had one each, then snuck back here to finish binging that series?” He questions, making you inhale to laugh mid-sip. Your water then goes all over the counter, as you choke on the liquid.

“That could be a telling sign too.” You answer, as you start to clean your own mess off the counter.

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It’s not even been a week since Sungmin coughed all over you and yet you have already caught his cold full swing. You’ve just finished having a coughing fit into the crease of your elbow, when your boss approaches you, a serious look across her face.

“Y/n, I’m afraid I’m going to have to send you home. Your coughing and sniffling is distracting everyone else from their work. I can get Sungmin to look after your accounts until you get back. Which will be when you’re 100% better, I don’t want you getting anyone else sick.” She states, you look at her in shock.

“So, you didn’t think to send Sungmin home when he was sick? Typical. I’ll be back next week.” You say, leaning down to grab your bag, then picking your phone up of the desk, “Thanks for letting me have this time off.” You then make your way home and full on crash.

Jackson was expecting an empty house as always when he got home. Unfortunately, when he enters the house, he notices your heels haphazardly scattered in the entryway. He follows the trail of your various items abandoned in your apartment and finds you snuggled into the living room carpet. You’re wearing a small pair of shorts, some fluffy socks and one of Jackson’s oversized hoodies. He takes a moment to admire you, despite the snot that has dripped from your nose down your cheek, or the small puddle of drool you’re leaking onto the floor.

He then turns and leaves the apartment, returning fifteen minutes later with near enough an entire pharmacy. I’m talking every flavour of Lemsip he can find, every different kind of Soother, Paracetamol, Ibuprofen, VapoRub. The works. He wanted to do everything in his power to make you feel as comfortable as possible during your sickness. He piles it all onto the kitchen side and starts making his special stew that you’ve both been eating whenever any of you are sick ever since the both of you moved in together.

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One week into your cold and you’re just getting into the thick of it. You have never been more fed up with an illness in your life. Until now, your breathing had been alright, but you have to start using the VapoRub to help get you through the night.

You hear Jackson turn the shower off in the bathroom and all but run over to the door, in order to bombard him when he’s not busy. He walks out, body glistening with the beads of water, fluffy orange towel wrapped around his waist. His eyebrows furrow in confusion when he spies you waiting for him, but realisation washes over him as he notices the tub in your hand.

You lost your voice a few days back, so you had to deal with gesturing till it decides to reappear. You point to your back, before quickly tying your hair up in a bun to get it out of the way. He nods, whilst taking the tub out of your hand, enabling you to sort your hair out. Once you turn around, letting him know you’re ready, he starts rubbing the menthol onto your back. He takes his time, trying to get every inch at least twice.

You notice him starting to walk away after he finishes, but grab his arm to stop him, “I’m just going to wash my hands.” He states, chuckling slightly.

You shake your head at him, then gesture to your chest. His eyes widen as he realises what you want, but he nods and starts to rub the ointment onto your chest. You don’t miss the red tinge on his cheeks as he rubs lower, the strappy top you decided to wear revealing a lot compared to the more conservative t-shirts you usually wear around the apartment.

As he starts massaging it in further up, he catches your eyes with his own. This leads to a staring contest as Jackson sensually rubs his hand across your chest. He breaks the eye contact by looking down to your lips, then swiftly back to your eyes. You shake your head as he leans in. You see the hurt flash across his face, he pulls away and turns his back to you.

“I’m sorry, I thought that was a thing we both wanted.” He says, before walking into the bathroom. You silently groan, of course the one time one of you made a move would be when you’re sick and refuse to do something about it. You try to speak up to explain that it isn’t like that. You just don’t want to get him sick, because that would make you feel super shitty.

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After an extremely awkward week, you’re finally well enough to go back to work. Despite thinking that you don’t reciprocate his feelings, Jackson still puts the VapoRub on you every night. None of you talk, you because you can’t, Jackson because he just feels too awkward. He feels stupid for finally believing your shared friends and doing something about his feelings for you. You feel absolutely terrible for letting him believe that you don’t want to be with him.

After a long day of work, you get back to an empty apartment. You make your way to the kitchen to start up dinner and notice a note stuck to the fridge stating that Jackson took on an extra lesson at the fencing club and won’t be back till 7:30. You decide to make him his favourite meal as an apology. You’re going to wait until he gets back and explain everything to him.

Jackson walks through the door at 8:47pm. An hour and seventeen minutes later than he originally stated. To say you’re angry is an understatement. You are absolutely livid. You think about all of the things you can say to him, but ultimately the anger dissipates as soon as you see him. He’s wearing sweatpants and a muscle tee, dripping in sweat. He must’ve gone to the gym after his lesson in a bid to avoid you some more. He looks at you, evidently shocked that you’re sat at the counter with a meal set out.

“What’s all of this about?” He asks, annoyance still evident in his tone.

You don’t respond. You just get out of your seat and walk over, until you’re face to face with him. He opens his mouth to speak again, but you cut him off by placing your lips on his. He immediately responds to the kiss, allowing one of his hands to rest on your waist, as the other cups your cheek to guide the kiss. You place your hands on his chest, then slide them up to rest on his shoulders.

After you pull away, questions start pouring out of his mouth, “Jackson, shush. I didn’t let you kiss me last week because I was sick and I didn’t want you to get sick. It was a nasty cold.”

“Okay then, we have a lot of making up to do then.” He says, smiling brightly and dragging you over to the sofa. You spend the rest of the night on the sofa, slightly watching whatever is on the tv, but mostly making out and cuddling. The last thing you remember of the night is falling asleep on the sofa. You’re not surprised when you wake up in your bed, that happens most of the time when you fall asleep in the living room. What shocked you was waking up to Jackson also being in your bed. You smile as he leans over to kiss you, before moving away and getting up out of the bed.

Your heart sinks as he starts to cough violently, “Looks like you did get me sick after all Y/n.”

You open your mouth to start apologising, when he suddenly stops mid-cough and winks at you, before making his way out of the bedroom.

“That was such a dick move, Jackson.” You call out after him, throwing a pillow in the direction of the door.

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got7thotsss · 6 years ago

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Kiss Me First, Baby- Yugyeom

Requested: Yep Warnings: Disgustingly smutty, public sex Summary: Y/N and Yugyeom have a bit of fun in public. Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader Word Count: 1.5k A/N: This is just overall wild. Have fun reading :)))

You have no idea how he managed to do it, but Yugyeom had fully snuck into your late night lecture. You always sat at the back under the dim lights, so that your professor wouldn’t see you clear enough to be able to call on you. That’s something you’re definitely not here for. Yugyeom was absolutely delighted to notice that you’re sat at the back, away from all of the others also in attendance.

He wasted no time in rubbing his hand over your crotch in the place that he knows will get you going without even realising he’s fully remembered. You bite your lip in an attempt to not moan. His lips meet the skin where your neck and shoulder meet and he starts to pepper kisses all over your bare skin. You silently curse yourself for wearing an off-the-shoulder top.

“Undo your jeans baby, I’ll make it quick.” Yugyeom mumbles into your ear, you didn’t even realise he’d moved up to your jaw. You lick your lips, looking around the lecture hall. Your professor continues droning on about the 10-minute video clip he’s about to play. A few of the students are writing notes, the others are nodding off in their seats, to the monotone voice of the professor.

You let out a sigh, but unbutton your jeans, allowing Yugyeom full access to what lies beneath them. His slender hand quickly slips underneath your jeans, but stays rubbing your clit over your underwear. Your breaths become shallow the more he rubs. He always knows how to get you to the brink of your orgasm, with only a few touches. As soon as a small breathy moan escapes your lips, he ceases the rubbing.

“Gyeom, get on with it.” You whine quietly, becoming impatient with his lack of movement.

“Kiss me first, baby.” He demands, softly. You let your eyes meet his, they’re full of hunger and excitement. You lean into him and capture his lips. As he deepens the kiss, his hand starts moving around and around in circles, once again. His other hand placed firmly on the back of your neck, keeping you in place against his lips.

Momentarily forgetting where you are, you move your hand and place it on his thigh. Moving it slowly up and down, until you’re met with the familiar feeling of his boner. You rub him through his sweatpants, as he moves his hand below the waistband of your underwear. He moves his fingers delicately over your entrance, making your body jolt at the tiny movements.

“Gyeommmmm. You better put them in or I swear to God.” You angrily mutter, after pulling away from his lips. He removes his hand from the back of your neck, to take hold of your hand that still hasn’t stopped rubbing him.

“You can do that later. Right now, baby, is time for you to cum all over my hand.” He whispers, before plunging his fingers inside of you. You gasp at the suddenness of his actions, gripping his thigh as a reflex action. He casually moves his free hand to cover your mouth, an insurance policy in case you’re unable to be quiet.

You look up and notice your professor is starting the video, you throw your head back and relax into Yugyeom as his pumps his fingers rhythmically in and out of your wet pussy. Your breathing once again becomes shallow, you roll your hips into Gyeom’s fingers. It doesn’t take long until you’re gasping and shuddering as your orgasm washes over you.

Yugyeom’s fingers quickly retract from your underwear and are placed swiftly in his mouth. You try to catch your breath whilst sorting your jeans out, expecting it all to be over for now. Yugyeom takes his time licking every last drop of your cum off his fingers, smacking his lips in delight at the sound. The sound resonates through the lecture hall, as your professor decides to stop the video right at that very second.

“Hey, you back there. If you’re gonna be eating please do it quietly or you know where the door is.” The professor calls over to the two of you.

“Sorry.” You respond, managing to get your breath back. Yugyeom places his hand tenderly on your thigh, moving up and down ever so slightly.

“Baby, we’re not through just yet. I’m gonna go and wait in the bathroom down the hall. I’ll see you in a minute.” Gyeom whispers to you, pecking your lips, before disappearing into the darkness.

You quietly pack away your notebook and pens, fully aware that you’re not going to be coming back into this lecture. You’re just grateful that the other people who attend this lecture write their notes in a google doc, so it is available for the rest of the class.

After slipping silently out of the hall, you all but run to the bathrooms. Yugyeom is stood, sweats around his ankles dick stood, veins throbbing. You feel it calling your name, begging you to put it in your mouth and lick every inch. You feel your mouth starting to water at the prospect.

“I know what you’re thinking, baby. I know how much you love being on your knees in front of my dick. But that’s not going to happen here. You’re going to lock the door.” He pauses, waiting for you to obey his order. You flick the lock on the door, then wait for him to continue, “Now, you’re gonna pull your jeans and panties down, then bend over the sink.”

Once again you follow his instructions and wait for Yugyeom to do whatever he plans on doing. You let out a gasp as you feel his cool hands against your ass cheeks, spreading them. He lets out a slow cool breath out over all that is being shown, then darts his tongue out to lick all down to your clit. You flinch, then grip onto the edge of the sink.

“I’ve never eaten you out like this baby, but I think this is my new favourite way.” He comments, before going to town on your pussy. When he gets you on the brink of another orgasm, however, he pulls away. You watch in the mirror as he stands up, then grips your hips in his large hands, “Tell me you want me.”

“Yugs, I need your cock inside me, so bad.” You whine, making strong eye contact through the mirror.

“That’s not what I told you to say.” He grumbles, struggling to hold your hips in place away from his own. You’re desperately wiggling out of his grip to try and grind against his dick.

“I want you to put your dick inside me, right now Gyeomie.” You let out an uncontrollable moan, as Yugyeom finally caves and roughly enters you. He thrusts endlessly in and out of your dripping pussy, feeling you clench and tighten around his length and allowing his own moans to mix with yours.

You push your arms up, so you’re stood up straight, then move one of Yugyeom’s hands from your hip to grip your boob. He presses kisses to the back of your neck, as he moves his hand underneath your shirt, to flick the tip of his finger around your nipple. You both then bend back down, Yugyeom’s chest hovering, inches above your back, to allow him easier access to continue thrusting in and out of you.

The sound of your bodies slapping together echoes around the tiled room, along with your breathless moans and whimpers, and Yugyeom’s groans. You start to feel the familiar sensation building up in your stomach and tingling all over your body, “Oh my, Gyeomie I’m gonna cum.” You moan out.

“Me too baby, me too.” Yugyeom responds, quickening his pace until he feels his high begin. You both cry out at your finish. You still move your hips against his, until he presses a kiss on your shoulder then pulls out.

After you take a moment to collect yourself, tidy up and re-clothe, you speak up, “How many more bathrooms are left on your list?”

“Three, but I thought of another place. Wanna try it out tomorrow?” He responds, helping you collect your bag and things from where you abandoned them before stripping.

“Depends where it is.” You trail off, giving him a curious look.

“The East corridor staircase.” He reveals, with a wiggle of the eyebrows.

You exit the bathroom and look around, before you both walk down the corridor towards the exit.

“Yuggs, how would we pull that off?” He shrugs his shoulders, then nudges you with his elbow.

“We’ve managed to pull everything off so far. I was completely sure we were gonna get caught in that restaurant that one time.”

“You’ve got a point. But, we did get caught that one time at the bar, you know, when Bam booked the bar for Jinyoung’s birthday.” You state, as he slips his fingers into yours. He always walks you back to your dorm after your nightly bathroom escapades.

“Jinyoung is still pissed about that.” He laughs.

“How did you come up with the idea to fuck in every bathroom on campus anyway?”

“Bam bet me I couldn’t. I knew I could rely on you to help me prove him wrong.”

“Any reason to get your dick inside me Yugs.”

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got7thotsss · 6 years ago

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I finally got around to writing this for you.. sorry it took so long, things were busy. It'll be the next thing I post, it's disgustingly smutty xoxo

Can I have a Yugyeom smut where he is really into having sex in random public places? Like somewhere REALLY weird and his fuck buddy is like not really into it but you gotta do what you gotta do for that dick you know?

Oof, yeah, I’ll start writing it asap and I’ll post it when it’s done lmao

#ask #request #got7 #yugyeom #kim yugyeom

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Perfect Timing- Jabeum

Requested: Yeahh Warnings: Couple swears but that's all Summary: You take Jaebum home to meet your parents Word Count: 1.2k A/N: Hiii, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it :)))

You look over at your boyfriend’s sleeping face, you guys had finally found a week where you’re both available to fly back to Philadelphia to visit your parents. With Jaebum’s busy idol lifestyle and your own career skyrocketing over the past few years, there just hasn’t been the time. Your time is evenly spread between your hometown and Seoul due to your job as a Foreign Service Officer. You’ve both had the odd day free where you’ve met his parents, but there’s just never been enough time for you guys to fly all the way out to Philadelphia and spend a reasonable amount of time with your parents.

Your parents know that you’ve met Jaebum’s and they’ve been understanding, but you get why they were slightly upset at first. They mean the world to you and that’s why Jaebum and yourself immediately booked the flights as soon as you realised the stars had aligned, to allow this particular occasion.

After the plane lands and you’ve collected your luggage, you make your way through the airport and are met with your parents’ smiling faces. You run over to them, leaving your luggage behind with a slightly confused boyfriend.

“Jenn!” Your mother exclaims, engulfing you in the biggest hug. You respond with a strangled sob. It had only been a month since you’d seen them, but you always missed them like hell. You manage to escape from your mom’s tight grasp, to tumble into your dad’s arms. More tears creep out of your eyes, as you pull away.

“What’s with all of these tears, baby?” Your mom asks, pulling you into another brief hug.

“I’ve just missed you guys so much.” You exclaim, wiping your tears with the back of your wrists. You manage to calm yourself down quickly and introduce your boyfriend, “Mom, dad, this is Jaebum, my boyfriend.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Jaebum.” Your dad says, shaking his hand and pulling him into a hug at the same time. You watch Jaebum’s eyes widen in shock, before relaxing into the hug. Then your mother hugs him too, repeating your dad’s words.

“It’s great to meet you both too, Jenn’s told me so much about you.” Jaebum responds, smiling brightly.

The four of you drop into a restaurant to grab a bite to eat, then return to your parent’s house to get comfortable and deal with the jet lag situation you’re in. After taking a cheeky 40-minute nap, you awake to find Jaebum nowhere in sight. Then you hear laughter from downstairs and notice that Jaebum’s English practice is paying off. Despite the broken English coming from the man that owns your heart, it seems he’s been able to keep a strong conversation going with them.

You wander down the stairs and see your parents sat in their chairs and Jaebum on the couch, you join him, mumbling a greeting to your parents. You situate yourself with your legs thrown over his lap.

“So, Jaebum, what industry do you work in?” Your father asks.

“Sorry, I don’t understand.” Jaebum states, looking over to you to explain. You repeat your dad’s question in Korean, to which Jaebum nods his head in understanding.

“Ah right, I’m in group called Got7. We work- ahh really hard. As trainees.” Jaebum responds.

“You’re a trainee? That doesn’t sound very good. Is that your main job?” Your mom asks.

“Ah yeah, I don’t do anything else much. I mostly-ah- photographs?” Jaebum answers, smiling over at them.

“Jenn, is he really a good match for you? Did you pay for his flight over here? We don’t really want you to be with someone that relies on you financially.” Your mom exclaims.

“What do you mean? He doesn’t. I think you must’ve misunderstood. He’s not a trainee anymore, he’s the leader of the group he’s in- Got7- and he likes to do photography on the side.” You explain, making your mother nod her head in understanding.

“Oh, that makes more sense. Right then, Jaebum, how do you like performing?”

“It’s really good, I love being on the uh stage and playing for the fans. It’s a great time, especially performing with my members. They are my family.” Jaebum explains, as your mom nods her head.

“That sounds wonderful. I’m glad you love doing what you do.” She responds, smiling warmly at your boyfriend.

They continue their chat, with your parents asking about the other members of Got7, then Jaebum asking for anecdotes about your childhood. They spend hours and hours talking about anything and everything. You bask in the joy of finally having a boyfriend that your parents approve of.

You spend the long weekend just relaxing with your parents. You guys do all the fluffy shit that you usually reserve for when you’re alone in one of your apartments. Such as you guys cuddling together whilst watching the tv. Walking around with a tight grasp on each other’s hands. Overall, just constantly touching each other, even if it’s just one of you resting your hand on the other’s leg.

“Jenn, can you come in here a second?” Your mum calls, you were sat scrolling through your Instagram, whilst your dad and Jaebum conversed about the books they’re currently reading.

You walk into the kitchen, where your mom is preparing drinks for you all, “What’s up, mom?”

“I’ve been watching all weekend and I’ve been waiting for you to tell me, but you still haven’t told me. So, now’s your opportunity to tell me."

“Erm, I dunno what you’re on about mom.” You respond, looking at her with a tilted head.

“About the baby?” She presses.

“What baby? I really don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“Are you being serious?” After you nod, your mom sighs and makes you sit down at the kitchen counter, “Jenn, when was your last period?”

“Like, last time I was here. Why?” Your mom gives you a look and the realisation dawns, “Oh shit.”

The last time you were here was about a month and a half ago, you were posted in Seoul since then due to a big business deal going down that you needed to be present for. Your mom gives you a knowing nod.

“I bought a test for you, it’s in the cabinet in the bathroom.” She reveals, you all but run up the stairs and enter the bathroom in such a rush that you forget to lock the door.

You swung the cabinet door open and quickly grabbed the test box and skim read the instructions. You’re about to pull your bottoms down to take the test, when the bathroom door opens.

“Babe, are you alright?” Jaebum questions, looking from your face then down to the test in your hands, “Oh my God.”

You nod your head, then continue with your previous intentions. Jaebum turns away to give you some privacy, until you flush the toilet. You start to wash your hands as Jaebum puts his own phone on a timer for 5 minutes.

“Jenn, is everything okay?” Your mom calls up the stairs.

“We’re just waiting.” You call back.

“Jenn, it’s time.” Jaebum states, as the phone chimes. You nod your head, then look over to the test that is resting on the edge of the sink. You pick it up, to look at the results and then look at the box before nodding to yourself.

“It says I’m pregnant.” You state. Jaebum engulfs you in the biggest hug.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll be fine. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.” Jaebum responds. You nod your head and decide that Jaebum is right. Everything will be okay. You are gonna be fine. He wouldn’t promise, if he wasn’t sure it would be.

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got7thotsss · 6 years ago

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Masterlist!!

Heyyyyyyy, I just found a way to make a masterlist and so here it is :)))

They're going to be listed per each member.

S- smut F- fluff A- angst

Happy reading!

Im Jaebum

The Punisher- Boss!Jaebum x Reader S

Perfect Timing- Jaebum x Reader

Mark Tuan

Aquarium Cutie- Mark x Reader F

Jackson Wang

More Than That- Roommate!Jackson x Reader F/A

Park Jinyoung

Chocolate and Caramel- Barista!Jinyoung x Reader F

Proper Fan Service- Idol!Jinyoung x Fan!Reader S

Indebted- Husband!Jinyoung x Wife!Reader

Get Him Back- Idol!Jinyoung x Reader S/A

Not My Bias Purge!AU- Idol!Jinyoung x Fan!Reader A

Choi Youngjae

Alluring- Gang Member!Youngjae x Reader

BamBam

28 11- Bambam x Reader

Kim Yugyeom

Kiss Me First, Baby- College!Au, Student!Yugyeom x Student!Reader S

#masterlist #got7 #got7 masterlist #Im Jaebum #mark tuan #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom

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got7thotsss · 6 years ago

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

#11:31am sat in class thinking about my ex and whether hes thought about me too #also thinking about what i want to have for dinner

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got7thotsss · 6 years ago

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Aquarium Cutie

Inspo: The fish tank scene from Romeo and Juliet (1996) Warnings: Swearing Summary: Y/N gets stood up on a date, but ends up meeting the beautiful Mark, who makes her life just that little bit better Paring: Mark x Reader Word Count: 1.5k A/N: I haven't written anything for awhile and thought I would write a cheeky bit of Mark fluff to get back in the game. Enjoy :)

You were sad. There’s no doubt about that. You were supposed to be on a date right now. The man you were supposed to meet had stood you up. You knew it was a bit dodgy when he asked you to meet at the aquarium, instead of picking you up like he had on your previous dates.

You had already bought your own ticket like he had told you to, that should’ve been a foreshadowing sign too. You rang both of your friends and asked them if they could come and meet you, but they had both declined, stating that they were busy with work or classes.

After waiting an extra ten minutes on top of the 45 you had already been stood alone for, you decide to just go in and enjoy the aquarium- you had already paid for it, after all.

You get to the saltwater fish and look at all the people on the other side of the tank, when you notice a rather handsome man stood with a bored expression, whilst a beautiful woman stands next to him chattering on about- what you assume to be- the fish in front of you.

Your eyes meet his and he rolls them, to which you giggle. He smiles, flashing you the straightest teeth you’ve ever seen. You smile back, before ascending to the freshwater section of the aquarium.

It isn’t till you get to the gift shop before you see the man again. This time he’s leaning against the wall where the opening to the small café and toilets are. His face, once again, adorning a bored expression.

You contemplate going over to him, but change your mind and make your way over to the magnets. You might as well feed your parent’s addiction whilst you’re here.

“Did you know a great white shark can raise its body temperature to help hunt for prey in cold water?” A voice catches your attention as you run your hand along a dolphin magnet.

You look to your side and see the man looking at the magnets with you. After making sure he was talking to you, you allow yourself to respond, “that’s a lovely fact.”

He nods his head towards the magnet beneath your fingers, “sharks are pretty cool, aren’t they?”

A giggle escapes your mouth as you pick up the magnet, “you do know that this is a dolphin, right?”

“Ah shit, she never told me any dolphin facts.” He responds, shaking his head.

“A killer whale is actually a type of dolphin.” You state, shooting a wink his way, then walking over to the till, to pay for the magnet in your hand.

“My name is Mark.” The man follows you, “can I get you a coffee sometime?”

“We can exchange numbers and see where it goes from there.” You answer.

Then you do just that. After, you leave and go back to your apartment, where you catch up on your assignments, only to be distracted by Mark blowing up your phone with messages. The two of you talk constantly for the next week or so. Your friends would say that you never place your phone down, even during lessons you’re just constantly messaging Mark.

He asks you everyday if you want to meet for coffee, but every single time you decline. When he finally asks you why you keep saying no, you explain to him about being worried about the person he was with at the aquarium. You’re sat in your room watching Boys Over Flowers when that particular conversation occurs. Instead of a text back, you are met with an incoming video call. After a small panic, your heartrate speeds up slightly as you answer the call.

“You are probably the most adorable human being I have met.” Mark’s playful voice echoes around your room.

“Hello to you too.” You respond, your cheeks reddening at his comment.

“Let me explain it to you, my sister came to visit me for a couple weeks and it was her last day here, so she wanted to do something ‘special’.” He rolls his eyes as the word ‘special’ leaves his lips, “for some reason, that special thing was going to the aquarium. Luckily, there was a really cute girl there and I somehow managed to get her number.” He winks at you.

“Ah, I get it now. I thought you were on a date.” You reveal, the blush still evident on your cheeks.

The two of you stayed talking on the phone for a couple of hours, before you fell asleep to Mark telling you a story about him and his friend.

The next day, you plan to meet with Mark after your lesson. You have an early morning lecture, then you’re free for the rest of the day, so the both of you decided that today was the perfect day to meet up. You guys talk for a couple hours over a coffee, then you decide to go watch a film. Neither of you can decide which film you wanted to watch, so you pay for the both of you to go watch the thriller that was showing, then after Mark pays for the both of you to go and watch the action.

By time you guys get out of the cinema, the sun had gone down and there was a chill in the air. You walk aimlessly in silence, until the air is interrupted by the gurgles of your stomachs. You both chuckle and glance down at your feet.

“D’ya wanna go get some ramen?” You ask, pointing at the bright lights of the convenience store a little further down the path. He nods his head and you take a slow stroll down the road, mindlessly chattering about the two films you had just watched.

“Y/N? Is that you?” A familiar voice interrupts your conversation. You turn to the voice and realise it’s the man that stood you up on the aquarium date.

“Oh, hey there, James.” You respond, giving him a little wave, before turning back to continue your conversation with Mark.

“What’re you doing? Are you on a date… with this chump?” James questions, jutting his chin towards Mark. You scoff at the distaste in his mouth.

“Yeah bro, have you got a problem with that?” Mark replies, standing up straight to show off his full height- which for the record is a good couple inches taller than James.

“Erm, yeah. I kinda do. Y/N, I thought we were exclusive.” He states, turning his attention on to you.

“Clearly not.” Mark mumbles loud enough for James to hear.

“Right, you need to butt out. This isn’t exactly any of your business and I was obviously talking to Y/N.”

“Sorry mate.”

“Not being funny, but we never agreed on being exclusive and you’re the one that stood me up, not the other way ‘round. You haven’t even messaged me since then.” You exclaim, shaking your head at him.

“So, you just decide to go whoring around with some random guy?” James moves closer, seemingly trying to get in your face.

You roll your eyes at him then spit your response, “Dude, we only went on like three dates, get over yourself.”

“You know what? I should’ve listened to my friends. You’re just a slag.”

Mark pulls his arm back and forcefully connects his fist to James’ cheekbone. You gasp and pull Mark away from James. James turns his head back to face the pair of you, he scoffs and licks his lip. After a moment or two, he shakes his head then turns to walk away.

“Gotta love being a virgin and getting called a slag.” You mumble to yourself, as James looks back at you.

“Ugh, you’re just not worth it.” He shakes his head and starting to walk away from the both of you.

“I’ll have you know I’m worth a fuck load, you cheeky bastard.” You call after him.

“C’mon babe.” Mark exclaims loudly, “let’s go somewhere else.”

“Okay, baby.” You respond, before pulling Mark in the direction of your apartment. You get back there and whip up some instant ramen, before you and Mark sit on your sofa and chat the night away- literally.

You talk about your first relationships, your families, your friends. You even chat about your studies and your ambitions in life.

--- 7 months later ---

You’re lying on Mark’s chest, watching as the breeze from your open window blows his hair up and down slowly. The sight lulls you into a dazed state, half asleep. Mark presses a kiss to your forehead, then connects his hand to yours. Moving his fingers until they’re intertwined with your own. He always says that he prefers holding hands like that because it’s harder to lose grip, especially when you’re making your way through the busy city crowds.

You smile at him with droopy eyes. You feel his chest rising and falling beneath your own. You guys never really confirmed what was going on between you. Mark just referred to you as his girlfriend when you met his friends and the term kinda stuck. As Mark returns your tired smile with one of his own, the constant butterflies in your stomach move up towards your chest, like they often do. You recall one of your friends describing this action as being how she knew she loved her boyfriend.

“Mark.” You whisper, meeting his eye, “I love you.”

“I love you too, princess.” He responds, before pulling you up towards his face to connect his lips to yours.

#got7 #mark tuan #mark imagines #got7 imagines #kpop #kpop fluff #got7 fluff #mark fluff

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