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181011 → think about it

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THEY’RE BACK 🥺🥺🥺

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loafing .

(Fluff. JaebumxReader.)

Warnings: N/A

Words: 900

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Everything was stuck in an all consuming yellow cloud. It was warm and soft, and your body felt like a lead weight, making impressions in the fluff. You could feel every point of your body sinking in gently. Heavy and quiet. A smog of slow motion and muffled music.

But then the music was louder, and it was suddenly cutting through the clouds.

I think I love you! 너 때문에 난!

Your face crinkled before you cracked one eye open and reached to turn off your alarm. A sigh drifted out of your lips as silence filled the bedroom once again. Ten a.m. on a Saturday. You didn't have to get up, but your foggy memory said you should, seeing as you had already snoozed your alarm a few times.

You couldn't move your lower body though. The sheets and blankets were tangled around your legs. It was stuffy. Wow it was really stuffy.

You began trying to shuck the covers off, yawning and wiggling half heartedly. Your sweatpants were almost falling off, barely hanging on around the curve of your hips. You reached down to pull them up with one hand, but couldn't find the hem under all the layers.

The kicking you were doing with your legs was almost completely useless, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as you slowly and lazily extracted yourself from your cocoon.

The was a little grunt to your left as you kicked something more solid, and you finished fishing yourself out, flopping onto the mound of blankets to peek at the man on your other side.

Jaebum's eyes were still closed. But you could see his brows furrowing slightly, mouth moving as he swallowed, and the shift of his legs under the blanket that sat at his waist.

Then he yawned and stretched, his arms extending above his head and soft, wavy hair. His body lengthened and showed off his stomach as his shirt came up, back arching like a big, sleepy cat. The accuracy of the image made you smile.

Blindly, he pulled at the blanket -the blanket you were on top of, of course- and you hid your grin as it didn't budge.

His eyes slowly, finally blinked open against the sunlight, one at a time. Then his confused look melted into a smile and his pupils dissapeared once again behind his eyelids. He gave the softest breath of a laugh and pillowed his head on a hand, his voice deep from sleep, "What are you doing?"

You didn't answer, tipping your head and tracing the muscle of his arm with your eyes.

Your husband. Im Jaebum. The man you had married more than a year ago. The honeymoon phase still hadn't seemed to wear off, you still couldn't believe what a catch he was. Every day that you woke up and saw that he was still yours, and you were still his.

"I love you." You said, breathily.

He had started to drift off again, and turned his head towards you without opening his eyes, "You have a crazy bed-head."

You ducked your head and pawed at your hair, trying to flatten it, face warming, "really?"

"No," he murmured, "it's just fluffy."

You pouted at him and he grinned, probably knowing what your face would look like without having to see it. Then his smile slowly slipped away as his consciousness began to fade out again. You were tempted to just look at him some more, his face peaceful and calm, features relaxed into perfection. But instead you huffed and dropped a hand down on his chest, startling him back.

"You- loaf." You said childishly, unable to thinking of a more fitting description.

He blinked up at you and then laughed, "Is that supposed to be an insult?"

You smirked and nodded, satisfied.

The two of you sat still for a minute, looking into each other's eyes. He gazed up at you, a warmth in his eyes, a happiness that sent prickles dancing down your neck. You shivered. Then the look in his eyes turned deeper, two black pools staring up at you and his hand thumbed at your hip. Your lips rolled inwards as his other hand slid over your thigh, then came up to cup your face and pull you down.

You turned your head a little and pushed a hand between your faces before your mouths could touch, "Yah, morning breath."

He made a disgruntled noise and you wrinkled your nose, shaking your head.

"Later, then." he mumbled, and settled for kissing you on the temple instead. "but only if you lay down and be a loaf with me."

The edge of your mouth quirked up and you answered, "Okay fine," even as he was already pulling you down the rest of the way to lay on his chest.

You shook as you stretched out over him, a yawn splitting your lips. You felt his breath, warm in your hair, one of his hands gently scratching your scalp. His heartbeat was steady and soft near your ear.

The scraping of his short nails through your hair was theraputic, and you felt all of your nerves and muscles auto-relaxing in response, ready to go back under a wave of subconsciousness.

You may have already been asleep and dreaming, but his voice slow and heavy like honey when he said, "Love you too."

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A/N: This is my first story to put up on this site, and it's a few months old, and y'know, it's just fluff. So please give it some grace and if you like it please consider following me for newer and better stories in the future. Give it a like (even better, leave a comment) to let me know you're here.

Thank you, really.

-Author N.

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Title: Look at Me

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: Graduation Ceremony and a sea of people, will you be able to make it through the day? Jinyoung x Reader. Angst/Fluff. Trigger Warning: Death

Playlist: 170830

Author’s Note: (i) San-nakji (산낙지) is a variety of raw dish made with long arm octopus. Although the octopuses are killed before cut into small pieces and served, the nerve activity in the octopus’ tentacles makes the pieces still squirming posthumously on the plate when served.

(ii) I’ve always thought music and reading goes really well together. It’s new format I’m trying. If you would like some soothing bgm that goes with the piece, hit up the link above! It’s a great way to share music too, so let me know if it worked out for you!! Love <3 <3

Graduation day.

Yes, it’s graduation day; the day you finally complete five years of studying art. The day you get that stamp of approval from a bunch of really old people that you are indeed qualified to freely express your mind via any visual medium necessary.

You lay in bed, twisted awkwardly, thinking about the day ahead of you and dread every unholy second that inches it closer.

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A stunning compilation of Jinyoung reacting through the ages. 

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Q: What if you were to perform psychometry on your members?

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jinyoung 0 · 1 lemon 🍋 tourlog ep.11

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This is one of the cutest things I've ever read

(also I litterally wheezed when I read that jinyoung hit bambam in the face with a book 🤣 idek why it's so funny I can't stop laughing help me)

GOT7 As Boys in Your First Grade Class

This wasn’t even remotely requested by anybody, lmao, I just felt like writing it after reading an adorable Yugyeom one-shot written by @ijustwantacue, you can find it here! (I know this isn’t my usual style but this is a one time thing, I just wanted to give the whole ‘bullet-point fics’ a shot even though I’m not a big fan of them and see what happens!)

I hope you guys enjoy this one, it was a lot of fun to write, haha. 

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2. “They may not understand you, but I do.” + JB. Thank you! :)

Jaebum + “They may not understand you, but I do” (Reunited Lovers!au)

It was such a tiny thing for a relationship to break over… but it often is the tiny things that break lovers apart.

You had told yourself from the beginning that you would be patient with Jaebum. He was in the final year of his residency when you first started dating. He’d been training to become a pediatric surgeon and you knew from the first time you met him at one of Jackson Wang’s parties that he would become somebody special to you. Jaebum hit you like a thunderstorm. Calm yet passionate at the same time, mature and still mischievous.

He was almost too good to be true and you were careful not to lose him.

Perhaps, you had been too careful.

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I feel like these emotions are things that all of us experience at one point or another to varying degrees. This story is like a diamond in the rough to me

Unwritten

A chance encounter with a stranger on a rainy night shows you that it doesn’t have to matter who you are or what you’ve done until now… your story can always begin today. 

Warnings: Fluff, some intense topics. I’m not sure what this is. Maybe it’s a birthday gift to myself because who can possibly know what I want as a gift better than me? I probably shouldn’t have posted this since it’s really personal and kind of a mess, but eh, what the heck. (Also, inspired by my all-time favorite song, Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield) 

Word Count: 3.6k

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loafing .

(Fluff. JaebumxReader.)

Warnings: N/A

Words: 900

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Everything was stuck in an all consuming yellow cloud. It was warm and soft, and your body felt like a lead weight, making impressions in the fluff. You could feel every point of your body sinking in gently. Heavy and quiet. A smog of slow motion and muffled music.

But then the music was louder, and it was suddenly cutting through the clouds.

I think I love you! 너 때문에 난!

Your face crinkled before you cracked one eye open and reached to turn off your alarm. A sigh drifted out of your lips as silence filled the bedroom once again. Ten a.m. on a Saturday. You didn't have to get up, but your foggy memory said you should, seeing as you had already snoozed your alarm a few times.

You couldn't move your lower body though. The sheets and blankets were tangled around your legs. It was stuffy. Wow it was really stuffy.

You began trying to shuck the covers off, yawning and wiggling half heartedly. Your sweatpants were almost falling off, barely hanging on around the curve of your hips. You reached down to pull them up with one hand, but couldn't find the hem under all the layers.

The kicking you were doing with your legs was almost completely useless, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as you slowly and lazily extracted yourself from your cocoon.

The was a little grunt to your left as you kicked something more solid, and you finished fishing yourself out, flopping onto the mound of blankets to peek at the man on your other side.

Jaebum's eyes were still closed. But you could see his brows furrowing slightly, mouth moving as he swallowed, and the shift of his legs under the blanket that sat at his waist.

Then he yawned and stretched, his arms extending above his head and soft, wavy hair. His body lengthened and showed off his stomach as his shirt came up, back arching like a big, sleepy cat. The accuracy of the image made you smile.

Blindly, he pulled at the blanket -the blanket you were on top of, of course- and you hid your grin as it didn't budge.

His eyes slowly, finally blinked open against the sunlight, one at a time. Then his confused look melted into a smile and his pupils dissapeared once again behind his eyelids. He gave the softest breath of a laugh and pillowed his head on a hand, his voice deep from sleep, "What are you doing?"

You didn't answer, tipping your head and tracing the muscle of his arm with your eyes.

Your husband. Im Jaebum. The man you had married more than a year ago. The honeymoon phase still hadn't seemed to wear off, you still couldn't believe what a catch he was. Every day that you woke up and saw that he was still yours, and you were still his.

"I love you." You said, breathily.

He had started to drift off again, and turned his head towards you without opening his eyes, "You have a crazy bed-head."

You ducked your head and pawed at your hair, trying to flatten it, face warming, "really?"

"No," he murmured, "it's just fluffy."

You pouted at him and he grinned, probably knowing what your face would look like without having to see it. Then his smile slowly slipped away as his consciousness began to fade out again. You were tempted to just look at him some more, his face peaceful and calm, features relaxed into perfection. But instead you huffed and dropped a hand down on his chest, startling him back.

"You- loaf." You said childishly, unable to thinking of a more fitting description.

He blinked up at you and then laughed, "Is that supposed to be an insult?"

You smirked and nodded, satisfied.

The two of you sat still for a minute, looking into each other's eyes. He gazed up at you, a warmth in his eyes, a happiness that sent prickles dancing down your neck. You shivered. Then the look in his eyes turned deeper, two black pools staring up at you and his hand thumbed at your hip. Your lips rolled inwards as his other hand slid over your thigh, then came up to cup your face and pull you down.

You turned your head a little and pushed a hand between your faces before your mouths could touch, "Yah, morning breath."

He made a disgruntled noise and you wrinkled your nose, shaking your head.

"Later, then." he mumbled, and settled for kissing you on the temple instead. "but only if you lay down and be a loaf with me."

The edge of your mouth quirked up and you answered, "Okay fine," even as he was already pulling you down the rest of the way to lay on his chest.

You shook as you stretched out over him, a yawn splitting your lips. You felt his breath, warm in your hair, one of his hands gently scratching your scalp. His heartbeat was steady and soft near your ear.

The scraping of his short nails through your hair was theraputic, and you felt all of your nerves and muscles auto-relaxing in response, ready to go back under a wave of subconsciousness.

You may have already been asleep and dreaming, but his voice slow and heavy like honey when he said, "Love you too."

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A/N: This is my first story to put up on this site, and it's a few months old, and y'know, it's just fluff. So please give it some grace and if you like it please consider following me for newer and better stories in the future. Give it a like (even better, leave a comment) to let me know you're here.

Thank you, really.

-Author N.