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One Million In One Day | 8

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 ? Characters: GOT7 Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you. Word Count: 4k+ Warnings: Stalking, fighting, cursing, mentioning of illness, TYPOS, etc.

Preview | Alternate Moodboard | Chapter 8 Teaser

A/N: i made a moodboard for this chapter because i needed the will to keep going cough cough but made it into a teaser cuz i write slow

Yall this is also the longest chapter ive written for anything lololl

"Hey Jackson," I mutter and turn from the ice cream cone in my hand to his clear smooth face, "not to sound greedy-- purely out of curiosity and to prepare myself..."

Jackson looks at me, brown eyes widening in expectation.

"Am... I gonna get paid again?" I said speaking lowly at one particular word.

He gives me a blank expression, and I follow it up quickly, raising a hand, "Can I just... not?"

He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, "Baby," he cuts himself of by licking the dripping the melted ice cream on the side of his cone that was trickling its way down to his fingers. I found myself gulping. He takes a bite and turns back to me, "a deal's a deal. I don't want to come off as a cheat."

"No but you won't cause it's-it's my request!"

He thinks as he eats his dessert. I purse my lips, "I honestly don't know what to do with it anymore. I paid my loads, have a whole new wardrobe and a whole fridge of food. I even payed my rent for the rest of the year and that still wasn't enough to get rid of it all. I had to get my friend help me burn the money and keep my sanity in check. I bought him a laptop and everything."

"Oh," Jackson pulls his head back and knits his brows, "you told Jinyoung?"

"What?" Part of me panics when I hear him say that name.

Once the question registers in my head I shake my hands, "No, no, no. I told Mark, my other friend. And well, my roommate Nari, because there is no way she wouldn't find out about it anyway." I turn to Jackson and finish the rest of my ice cream. "You remember her, Nari? She was with me, uhm, when I was fitting that green dress."

Jackson's poker face shifts into a smile, "Ahhhh, yeah."

For a moment, we finish off eating and throw away our trash without words.

"Who else did you tell?"

I turn to Jackson who starts walking off again. I follow after him and purse my lips in realization of what he could possibly be insinuating, "Oh, uhm, just them. And I may tell Jinyoung after this. Am... am I not supposed to? I mean I didn't really-- they don't... I trust them..."

Jackson shakes his head and breaks into a nervous laugh, "No. No. It's just... no offence, I don't doubt the fact that they can't use this against me. It's just," he chuckles, "usually the fake dating goes both ways. I dunno, it's a first that I don't have to worry about seeing your family too."

I can't help but break out in a laugh, "yikes. Sounds like a nightmare."

"Gosh, you have no clue."

We trail off for a while. I break the silence this time, "So... do we have a deal?"

Jackson turns to me and lets out a breath, "Oh no, absolutely not."

I do a double take and pull my had back, "What?"

"Hearing myself say that aloud makes me realize how unfair this arrangement is to you. And it's making me feel uneasy, like I want to punch myself." He knits his brows and stuffs his hands in his pockets, "you have go around meeting all these people in environments you're not used to, in clothes that aren't yours," he lifts his thumb and point behind him with it, "having strange men follow you around." He releases a breath and turns to me, "and all you get out of that is paper."

I can't help but frown at his conclusion. It was plain to see how opposite our worlds were, with the mere way we value money. It made me feel lucky, honestly, that even though I wasn't rich, I had friends and family, their love around me, something this lonely billionaire evidently lacked.

"Listen, sweetheart. I don't mean to make you feel bad because of this, but, you have a lot of money, I don't. I don't have the need to focus on a massive business and to hear people around me nag about my love life, you do. The other gives what is needed and takes what the other has in excess. I don't know about you, but that seems like an awfully beneficial deal to me."

Jackson snickers after I spoke, "smart."

I smile upon hearing that.

"One of the things I like about you."

Wh- one of the things he--

"Alright Ms. Business Major. I see you learning in your classes."

I release a laugh at that and so does he. "But if anything, sweetheart," he stresses and leans down. I feel my neck and ears burn, "what? You can call me baby, but I can't call you sweetheart?"

He laughs, "No, no, it's cute. Please do." He turns his gaze forward, "this just further proves that I need to take care of you in the only way I can."

I groan and screw my eyes shut, "Jacksoooon." And here I was thinking that I actually got through to him.

"Ya. Why are you so rude? Are we same age?" He playfully glares and barks, "Oppa. Oppa."

I groan again and glare at him, "Oppa!"

He smiles and nods, "That's better."

I whine and stomp my feet, "Ahh! But I don't need it! I still have job!"

"What?" Jackson snaps, "you haven't quit your job?"

"Uh, no duh? How else am I gonna get pocket money?" I say, knowing he'd understand the fact that not everyone accepts a black card. Also, it was empty.

"The how'd you pay for your taxi?"

"I borrowed money from Mark."

Jackson's eyes blew in shock. He mumbles lowly and raises his hands, "my sugar baby needs a part-time job and borrows money."

"Okay, listen," he starts, tapping his chest with his finger tips, "just let me do my thing." He, out of the blue, takes my hand and we continue walking. "I have to go back to work after this, but later I'll come pick you up because you need to meet my mom."

I nod slowly up heaing this, "Oh."

"And clearly now, you've made me realize this is two dates-"

"Jackson-"

"-shut up or I'll kiss you."

My jaw is left hanging.

Jackson turns to me and holds back a laugh, lips curling into a smirk.

"As I was saying, you have also pointed out that I really haven't being fair to you. Up, up, up-" he raises a hand and cuts me of before I could even begin. He lets go of my hand and links my arm with his. "Right. So, I've been used to having arrangements with women with excessive tastes that can blow off a million in one day. And more, who am I kidding. Which is why," he turns to me.

I turn to him and he smiles, "I'm letting you cash out."

"Cash... hold on, wha-- cash out?"

Jackson seems confused and knits his brows for a second, and then bursts into laughter when he realizes, "Oh, no. Not like end this. No way! I still need you." He tugs on my arm and pulls it to his chest, embracing it as if he meant it personally.

He giggles, "I mean like, I'll let you withdraw money."

I gasp and turn to him, "Oh my gosh, really?!"

"Yeah," he nods, "I mean you can only withdraw anything from that one bank, but yeah. You deserve that at least."

"Oh my gosh thank you!" I grin and pull away from him, only to be able to hug him tightly. I hold him for a few seconds and smile brightly when I let him go, "I could send my parents money. I could-- I could-- WOW!"

Jackson breaks into laughter.

"Okay, now, come on, I'll drive you home."

With that, Jackson and I retrace our steps and find our way back to the car. The men following us seem to have gone away, to which I am relieved. We walk hand in hand, and he's doing all the talking. I watch as he laughs and wonder how he could talk about such stories, like getting his foot stuck in the toilet one time when he was younger, and still look so poised and handsome.

Jackson is playful all the way to my apartment. It made me happy, as I remember the last time I drove with him, back when we went to a party, he was pretty glum.

"You shouldn't let them get to you too much, Jackson." I speak up after our conversation about whatever popped up into our heads.

Jackson knits his brows and spares me a glance, "What do you mean?"

"Remember last time, after going to the party? You were pretty quiet, and it was kinda concerning."

He doesn't reply for a moment. When he does, he speaks half-playfully, "you're concerned about me?"

"No duh, Wang-Wang. You've been nothing but kind to me, and I'm the type to take care and check up on my friends."

He nods his head, "Well... thank you for... the concern, but that wasn't why I was quiet on pur drive back. I couldn't give two shits about whatever those rich bozos think. I just want them out of my business, babe."

I knit my brows, "Huh. Then why were you?"

Jackson chuckles and pulls on the collar of his top. "It's kinda complicated.” He turns to me, then back to the road to chuckle, “To a point where I'm not even really sure yet about it. But, uh, for what it's worth, if I figure it out, I'll tell you."

I hum, "well, are you sure you can figure it out by yourself? Sometimes all it tales is to say it aloud, y'know."

Jackson turns to me and offers a smile, "I know. But I don't want this to become real, and I'm pretty sure if I say it aloud, it will."

"Oh... well, I get that."

Soon after, we arrived at my place. I turned to give Jackson a smile goodbye, but I was shocked when he moved in to give my cheek a kiss. He pressed his lips against skin, and I immediately felt the area burn, as if he was scorching hot. I’m glad I didn’t move yet, cause if I had moved any sooner, Jackson and I would've had to a disastrous lip lock--or teeth lock at that..

"Thank you for today," he says simply, close to my ear. I could smell his cologne.

My cheeks burn. Once he pulls away, I turn and gape at him for a second, "shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

He purses his lips and chuckles, "Not at all."

For a moment, I just sit there, not knowing where to look and where to place my hands. Jackson smiles, and proceeds to cackle. It’s pretty obvious that he is pleased with how obviously I'm affected.

I feel my face redden, but I can't help myself and growl. I shove him and glare, "Next time, a little warning will suffice."

The man across me seems baffled by my action and tenses up only to burst out laughing all giddy "Mianheeee."

He shuffles in his seat, “Before you go,” and pulls out his wallet, “here... pocket money.”

He pulls out all the cash in his wallet and my eyes widen. I raise my brows, “That won’t be necessary, oppa.”

He shoots me a look and grabs my hand, “Oppa thinks otherwise.”

“But you’ll be paying me later!” I protest, trying my best to to actually grab hold of the money. “You’re even going to let me cash out, so this is all unnecessary.”

Jackson huffed, “Consider this as a bonus.”

“I don’t want a bonus!”

“Well, you either take it... or... or else I won’t talk to you again.”

For a moment, I look at him with a dumbfounded expression. I ask, “You do know that is worse for you than it is for me right!”

“Ugh! Just take it! I don’t have any leverage! I never thought I’d ever have to force someone to get my money.” Jackson whines and shakes his body in annoyance. “Just take it!” he groans, “It’s not like it’s a bribe. Just use it to pay Mark.”

“That is way too--”

“TAKE IT!” he screams, successfully planting the money in my hand, as his shout took me off guard. I awkwardly look around and Jackson shakes his head expectantly. I purse my lips and fold the paper, shoving it to my pockets.

Jackson smiles in content and pats my head. I scoff. I proceed then to remove my seat belt.

He watches as I do so and then asks, "You want me to walk you?"

I shake my head, "Oh, no need. I can manage."

“You sure?”

I turn to him and nod, “I’m sure, Jackson.”

“Jackson oppa.”

I roll my eyes, “I never should’ve voluntarily called you that.”

He chuckles.

I exit the car and wave him off dismissively the moment I'm out. He waves goodbye and drives away.

By the time he's gone, Nari is running towards me like the fumbling mess she is. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, was that him?! I can't believe I missed him! GASH!"

I scowl at Nari and nudge her, "stop being such a loud mouth."

She huffs and turns to me, hands on her waist, "You have no clue how jelly I am."

I roll my eyes and walk inside. She follows quickly, "What are you gonna do about Jinyoung?"

I whip my head to her, "What about Jinyoung, Nari?"

"I mean, you have Jackson now! Jinyoung deserves to know."

"You say this, as if I like Jackson."

Nari looks mortified, "Bitch don't tell me you're gonna be like one of those dumb protagonists that's in denial and then has their world comes crashing down around them."

I scoff, "No, Nari, because I don't like Jackson-"

"bITCH-"

"-I like Jinyoung."

"... ...ohmygosh, did you actually say that aloud?"

I dismiss her, but her squealing and iron grip prevent me from getting away. "EEEEEK I KNEWITIKNEWITIKNEWITIKNEWITTTTTTTTT!"

"Shut up! You're gonna wake the dead," I hiss and cover her mouth, "Or even worse, Mrs. Kim. "

Literally, the moment I said that, there was a yapping old woman resounding curse words against the wall. Nari and I scrambled to hide from her wrath.

"YOU FUCKING KIDS, I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP WHEN JEOPARDY IS ON!"

Alright. Yes. We managed to survive the terror in apartment 16, which was why I managed to brush up on my studies and the drama I had in the sidelines waiting for me.

I leaned back in my cozy attire, with shorts and hoodie, stuffing popcorn in my face as Lee Minho beat Kim Woobin up, and vice versa.

I don't mean to sound like a brag, but damn, there really is a difference with the cheap cotton shorts and these freakin 10,000 dollar ones. Would I ever recommend these to a friend? Helllll no, but damn they're realllly soft.

"Moron your phone is blowing up in your room," Nari screams from her own room. I scramble to my feet, shit is that Jackson?

I push my popcorn off and run to my room. I see there's ten messages from Mark. I knit my brows.

STFU MARK: ok so i went to jinyoungs place

STFU MARK: i mean like at his job and the place is super packed and he looks super miserable i feel so bad i wanna help him woth the register

STFU MARK: Where are you even???? I swung by your place

STFU MARK: LOL RIGHT UR SUGAR BOYFI IS UR WITH HAHAHAH

STFU MARK: man this lady ordered ten burgers and i wish i could do that on the regular

STFU MARK: ok imma talk to jinyoung and order lunch too i hope he doesnt kill me cos if he does he'll lose his job too and i dont want that

STFU MARK: OKAY HE TOOK MY ORDER AND PRETENDED I WAS NO ONE BUT A CUSTOMER I DIE WHAT DID WE DO

STFU MARK: HE EVEN SMILED AT ME LIKE AN ACTUAL GENUINE PERSON HE LOOKS SO TIRED I FEEL SP BAD HELP MEEEEE GET OUT OF YOUR DATE RIGHT NOW

STFU MARK: ...... r u hetting paid again omg???? Also jinyoung wouldnt poison my food right

STFU MARK: I WANTED TO TALK TO JINYOUNG COS IT LOOKED LIKE HE WAS GONNA CLOCK OUT BUT YUGYEOM TOLD ME TO SCRAM WHAT IS THIS HE SAID JINYOUNG IS SUPER TIRED AND NOT IN THE MOOD

I wipe my forehead and cuss.

I give a quick reply to Mark, saying that I'll try to contact him. I then proceed to call Jinyoung. I call him five times before giving up and sending a text.

I open my conversation with Jinyoung and send three messages.

Me: Jinyoung

Me: i know like im legitimately dumb for not knowing what angered you, but mark and i arent mind readers

Me: please call me back and tell me whats wrong

I sigh and pull my phone to my chest. I walk back out to continue watching my show. My heart leaps out of my chest and I squeak when my phone starts vibrating. I smile widely when I realize it's Jinyoung calling. Except it's not. It's Jackson. He's gonna pick me up.

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My feet is clad with a golden pump. My dress is cascading with hundreds of delicate white beads upon bright violet fabric. I feel like a dewy star with the glowy makeup all over my skin. My hair is pulled back to make room for a crown-like headband and curled perfectly behind me.

While Hani did my makeup, part of me wondered why I looked so dressed up, when, as far as I knew, I would only be meeting with Jackson's mom. But then I realized it was Jackson's mom; she was probably born drenched in gold. This probably looks pathetic to her.

Hani was so kind and so enthusiastic as per usual, and she made me look like a princess with her magical touch.

We didn't take as long as I hoped we would, for now I am holding onto Jackson's hand as we walk down this large lawn, lit with garden lights and lights from fountains. The sun had just set, and so the residual sunshine in the sky made it look both orange and lilac. On my other hand, I held a bouquet of violet flowers that strangely reminded me of the day I met Jackson.

As we drove here, I thought at first we were going to Jackson's house, or his parents, but as it turns, her mother is checked into some extra hotel.

Automatic doors opened, and a beefy but kind looking security guard greeted us, and Jackson by his name.

The place reeked the finesse of a museum. It was so large and spacious that I started thinking maybe it was a hidden museum of some sort. The minimal pieces of art make me think otherwise.

There were very few people going about, and most of them were wearing white.

I fell conscious after. Was this hotel themed in white? I moved closer to Jackson. The echoing of my heels against the marble floors only magnified my fumbling mind. Okay... maybe this wasn’t a hotel.

We walked and walked down this seemingly never ending hall, up until we reached room 19.

Jackson released my hand and turned to me. Clearing his throat, he asked, "How do I look?"

He looked like a billionaire. His body was given complete justice in his velvet suit that matched the color of my violet dress. His shoes were shiner than my future. His skin was more flawless than my grades. Jackson looked like he always did, handsome and charming. But his big brown eye seemed nervous.

"You look amazing, like always," I offer with a smile.

Jackson lets put a soft sigh, "I'm glad you think I always look amazing."

I nod at him, not because I agreed but because he seemed like he had something much more to say. Though he was trying to play off this worry by joking, it was too clear he was worried.

He inhales sharply. "You may hate me for not telling you sooner, but..." Jackson points to the door of room 19 and screws his eyes shut.

I bit my lower lip and think about what Jackson could tell me next. He was agitated. This place makes him agitated. Well, everyone here is wearing white. Everything is quiet and spacious. His mom was staying here. I don’t think it’s a hotel anymore. Was this a spa? A wellness center?

... or was this a clinic? A hospital?

Why didn’t I just ask?

"The main reason why... I hired you is because of my mom." Jackson turns to his side then back to me, "She's... not doing so great. Not in a long time."

My jaw slacks once I realize my guess was right, "Your mom is sick?"

He sighs, "terminally ill if you need the right term."

"And... you want her to think... we're together?"

Jackson purses his lips, "It's all she wants from me now.”

A shiver runs down my spine. I clench my bouquet. Part of me can't help but feel betrayed. He had all these chances from then til now to speak up but he was nothing but silent. All Jackson told me I was here to push away his nosy relatives. I huff in frustration. Really though I was here to lie to a dying lady.

I scoff at my own thoughts.

That very thought made my heart clench.

How hard must it be for Jackson to talk about this?

I want to wipe my face so badly, but I didn't want to ruin Hani's hard work.

"How could you only tell me this now?!" I heave sharply. "Do you know how wrong and messed up this is?"

"I know, I know," Jackson sighs. He takes a step forward and grabs both my hands, pushing the bouquet in the middle, "but please, you're my only hope. You're the only woman I've ever brought to my mom." He closes his eyes and raises his hands, shaking it around, "It's not as bad as it is. I made her think that I'm still pursuing you and so you're not really my girlfriend."

I knit my brows at that. Jackson steps even closer, "then I'll say it didn't work out because you like Jinyoung from..." he thinks and scoffs, "your Algebra--business math class."

His mention of Jinyoung makes me chest contract. I look at our hands then Jackson's expression. The flowers seemed a lot less pretty to me now. I wonder what they think about my predicament.

"Please, you are honestly innocent in all this. No matter what happens it's on me. Please. My mother doesn't get to meet new people. You won't even have to say anything, I'll do all the talking."

I want to throw the flowers at him and run away. But I don't.

I want to tell him all the reasons why this so called solution of his isn't a solution. But I don't.

I want to offer his comfort and give him another way. But I can't, cause it would take too much time and the clock, I can feel it ticking.

So what I do say is, "alright."

Jackson's face brightens. He repeats, "Alright," and with that wastes not time in going inside.

"Finally!" a voice exclaims into the high ceiling. There is a large bed with a woman in the center. “I thought you’d never come.”

Jackson, hand holding mine, walked towards the woman and smiled, “Mama. I’m sorry we’re late.”

Once we’re close enough, Jackson lets go of me to hug and kiss the woman on the cheek. I was close enough to see how pale and dry her skin was. She was thin and had her thin hair combed behind her. It was plain to see that she really was sick. But the way she smiled and greeted her son, made you think otherwise.

Jackson pulls away and turns to me. Her mother does the same. I take this moment to give her the flowers, “Mrs. Wang.”

“Oh, are these for me? Thank you so much, darling.” She smiles ear to ear and gets the bouquet from me. “You may be wondering why you were forced into violet. Well, it’s my favorite color.”

I nod, “Jackson told me that.” At the very least.

“Have you eaten, mama?” Jackson asks as he sits next to his mother.

“You silly boy. You know I don’t have an appetite at night.”

Jackson narrows his eyes and shakes his head, “Mama... the nurses told me you had an apple for lunch.

“Kure, an apple a day keeps the doctor away,” she speaks in a light tone. Jackson breathes in heavily, clenching his jaw. He looks like he wants to go off, but at the same time, he looks really tired, like he doesn’t want to have this conversation again. And so I frown deeply.

“Mrs. Wang, you should really eat more than that... Jackson is really worried about you.” I speak for the upset man.

His mother turns to me and beams, “Ya, has Jackson been talking about me. That’s a first. Honestly, I still can’t believe your here! My Jackson always claims to have a girlfriend, but this time around... he really does.”

“Mama... she’s not my girlfriend, I told you.”

“Aiya!” she says, “you should try harder, then!” The woman gives her son a scolding look, then turns to me in a completely different manner, “Mianhe... ... My brother told me he had his men follow you to see how real you are just earlier today. I’m really sorry about that.”

“Mama,” Jackson says slowly.

She tuts her son. With a breath, she looks at me, “Oh, why are you still standing, please sit on my bed. It’s quite big enough for all three of us.”

With this I smile, nod, and sit down. She then slides to the far left side of the bed, where Jackson sat facing me. Mrs. Wang pulls me by my arm, and so I hop over to come closer to her.

Her hand is still on my arm when she pouts into a pleased smile, “You are far more beautiful than Jackson let on.”

My brows raise and my lips pull into an awkward smile. I nervously laugh and shake my head. She shakes her head too, “He won’t shut up about you!”

“Mama,” Jackson says, placing his hand on his mothers, releasing her grip from me, “That’s because you keep asking me about her.”

“Well how can I not, child! The most exciting thing that happens around here is when a new patient comes along and that’s horrible to think of considering this place is a hospital.”

Jackson once again feels and looks so defeated.

“Mrs. Wang,” I say to divert her attention.

“Oh, please, call me Mama. All of Jackson’s friends do that.”

I clear my throat and turn to Jackson for a split second. Nevertheless, I obey, “Mama... do you happen to watch k-dramas?”

Both Wangs seem to be surprised by my sudden question.

“Why of course! What else am I to do but watch all those dramas?” she chuckles.

“Did you happen to watch The Heirs?”

She gasps, “Of course I did! Lee Minho and--”

“Kim Woobin!” I squeal. “Ooooh, he is so good looking and I wanted him to get the girl so bad!!!!!”

Jackson pulls his head back at my words. Da hell is Kim Woobin? His mother laughs in glee. Once she catches he breath, she begins to fuel our talk. From then on, we begin our long conversation about wanting ‘the other’ love interest get the girl in the story. It escalates and the next thing Jackson knows he’s no longer part of the conversation, nor existent in the room.

He watches as the two women interact and laugh, making his heart clench. Mama had neither been this talkative nor cheery since Bambam visited and got drunk on champagne, and that was months ago.

I throw my head back in laughter. Jackson can’t help but laugh as well, even though he honestly didn’t follow the conversation anymore.

Mrs. Wang turns to his son and smiles, seeing how concentrated he was in the one thing in the room. She nudges him, and Jackson panics, turning to his mother with wide eyes.

Catching this, I settle down and turn to Jackson’s nervous expression. His mother breaks into a soft laugh. I knit my brows, “What happened?”

Jackson turns to me then to his mom. The latter speaks up, “Oh. Jackson’s just really lucky to have you that’s all.”

Part of me expected Jackson to whine in protest again. But when there’s only silence among us, I feel awkwardness envelope me.

Mrs. Wang coos and caresses her son’s cheeks, “Your handsomeness won’t be put to waste.” She then turns to me and pinches my cheeks, “You’ll have beautiful children.”

My cheeks immediately burn upon hearing this.

Jackson breath hitches when he sees my reaction. I turn to him and gives me an awkward smile.

Jackson scratches he back of his nape when it dawns to him that he is utterly fucked. Why? Because he likes the idea his mom presented. The man mutters a curse word under his breath and stands, “How about we get some food, yeah?”

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Masquerade IV: The Dark Side (Jin x Reader x Tae) Part 3

While love may bring out the best in us, it could also bring out the worst.

** If you haven’t read them already, please read the following BEFORE starting this story: Silver Spoon, Masquerade I, Masquerade II, Masquerade III, Masquerade 3.1 & 3.2 drabbles **

Summary: You were never lucky in love. Through disastrous dates, consistent unrequited crushes, and broken relationships, you’ve constantly been searching for someone to give you genuine love and romance. And through it all, one person had remained your constant shoulder to lean on. Although you had never seen his face, he had given you a sense of confidence and a place of comfort in Club Masquerade. The more times you’ve failed in love though, the more you realized that may be no one would ever choose you. However, one fateful encounter, thanks to your dog, made you want to hope one more time. Did fate bring you to the one who would finally end your streak of being broken-hearted? Or had the right guy been with you all along?

Jin x Reader x Tae (ft. previous Masquerade characters, Silver Spoon characters, & Got7 Jackson) Fluff, Smut, Angst, Romance Host Au, Cook!Jin, Vet!Tae, Bartender!Tae

**If you need a refresher on connections, here’s the diagram: Connections **

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

A/N: Happy New Year everyone <3 Hope your first week of 2018 has been going well :)

Strangely enough, the kindness from the masked waiter who saved you gave you the spurge of courage you needed to take a step forward. So you found yourself throwing on your best dress, curling your hair, and painting your face with make-up the next day to finally head to the Burlesque Club.

Would Tae even remember you? Would he remember he owed you a free drink? How should you greet him?

You take a deep breath to stifle down your panic. If some stranger was able to put his job on the line for you, then you could put yourself on the line for well, yourself.

With renewed determination, you pushed the entrance to Burlesque and soon enough, your ears were immediately flooded with jazzy music and light chatter. It felt warm and welcome, and not at all the raunchy club scene you were expecting. And fortunately, your eyes immediately locked with a very stunned looking Jungkook in front of you.

"Hi!" You squeaked out, relieved at the familiar face.

He gawked at you for a few more seconds before coming to his senses.

"Tae!" He called out and gestured his head towards the bar, clearly aware of what...or more so, who you came for.

You blushed and smiled gratefully as you made your way there. Soon enough, Tae appeared with a wide grin, laughing at something someone said or did behind the kitchen doors. A simple piece of cloth wrapped around his forehead as a bandana knocked the wind out of you. Who knew something so small could hold so much power?

Your awe must've been quite apparent because his smile widened even further and he pointed to his headband.

"I wear this during surgery too, I swear." He teased.

You turned warm and nodded shyly.

"Oh, let me take your coat. We have this rack over here." He pointed as he came around the counter.

You fumbled. "Oh, it's okay - I can-"

"Don't worry. It's normal customer service." he chuckled. "You're not that special."

You instinctively glared at him then hurriedly changed your expression before he caught you.

Tae smiled warmly after he hung up your coat. "You look like you need a drink. Come on."

Biting your lip, you knew he could tell you were nervous, but you were glad he was taking care of you regardless.

"Bourbon on the rocks, good?" he questioned.

"Sure." You nodded as you took a seat in front of him.

"Have you ever heard of a burlesque club before?" He asked as he fixed your drink up.

"Not really. I just heard the music one day and saw that it was packed in here."

"Then you ran away." He chuckled.

"I...uh..." You couldn't think of an excuse fast enough.

He simply slid your drink to you and you hurried to throw back the liquid courage.

"Have you ever been to a strip club?" he asked.

You choked and started coughing. "What?"

"No?" Tae laughed. "Well think of this is a classier strip club without too much stripping."

You blinked. "What?"

"You might need this second drink then." Tae looked highly amused as he refilled your already finished glass. "The next performance is why most people are here. You came at a good time."

"Oh?" You glanced at the stage, intrigued.

The sensual music began playing as the curtains slowly raised to the reveal the next act. The audience roared obnoxiously, surprising you, because the person hadn't done anything to constitute cheers yet.

"It's that time of night again." Jungkook snorted as he put his tray down and leaned against the counter. "Heard she got a new outfit sponsored by one of the rich people here."

"An executive from Gucci." Tae beamed.

"Didn't know they were into kinky shit." Jungkook smirked.

"They got inspired, I guess." Tae shrugged.

Once the two fell silent, a powerful and beautiful voice began to command all corners of the room. Your eyes immediately flickered to center stage and gasped.

"She-she's...she's...." You stammered as you pointed at the Receptionist touching herself on stage and earning hoots and hollers. "Mr. Park's...coffee..."

"You didn't tell her?" Jungkook shook his head. "How cruel."

"I figured it'd be more fun to surprise her." Tae giggled as he leaned against the counter to admire your stunned expression. "I mean look at that face."

Jungkook exhaled, "Gotta tend to the thirsty people."

Meanwhile, you were mesmerized by the Receptionist's stage presence. The music seemed to be drowned out by your intense focus on her movements and facial expressions, how she had all of the people in the crowd wrapped around her finger. You had always looked up to her- the way she carried herself with such confidence, her candid nature, her boldness, and her unmatched sexual appeal and beauty. But she also always made you feel incredibly inferior. She was everything you weren't. She was everything you wanted to be. She had the looks, the talent, the man.

On the other hand, Tae was watching you curiously. Every little emotion flitted across your face unapologetically so he could tell you were in amazed yet in deep thought, slightly sad. Silently, he refilled your glass, letting you sort out your thoughts. He had seen it enough times to recognize the effect Receptionist had on people. He spotted you looking down at your outfit and frowning, fiddling to pull your skirt lower conscientiously. Sighing, he knocked on the counter, gaining your attention in hopes to break your apparent train of negative thoughts.

You flinched, remembering who it was right in front of you. You had come here with confidence, but now, you were feeling so small, so...unattractive. Part of you wanted to run out and make some lame excuse that you needed to get home. All you wanted was to just throw on pajamas to hide your body and sleep off this memory. If Taehyung watched the Receptionist every day like this, why in the world would he look twice at you?

"She doesn't have everything you know." Tae stated, surprising you.

"What?"

He shrugged, not bothering to repeat himself. "Drink up so I can replace the ice. It doesn't kick you as much watered down."

You nodded and chugged down the drink.

"So it took you long enough to come visit me." He grinned, stealing your attention before you can turn back to the performance.

You blinked. "Were you waiting?"

He chuckled, "Well usually when someone invites someone else, they expect them to come. Especially when there's free stuff involved."

You took another sip to hide your pleased smile.

"So Jungkook told me you had some fancy shmancy office party this weekend." Tae segued.

You chuckled, "I'm sure you knew already since you were hiding the dress for Dark Angel."

He smiled. "You remembered."

Blushing, you swallowed down the rest of your drink. Tae replaced it with another.

"How did the reveal go? Was it epic? Jungkook's not very good with telling story in details, and obviously my cousin only saw Jungkook. Did people scream?" Tae beamed excitedly.

Your face brightened, recalling the movie-like way the scene panned out, as you recounted it for him with as much description and detail as you could throw in. His eyes were on you, taking in everything you were saying, and you felt yourself relaxing. You had come here for him, regardless of what was happening around you, and you had his undivided attention despite all that. It filled you with incredible happiness.

"I helped pick that dress you know." Tae bragged.

"Really? Wow. You need to help me revamp my wardrobe then." You chuckled.

"Will you be able to handle it? I quite like patterns and silk." he teased. "It'll make you stand out at work. I know they like those grays and blacks over there."

"So you dress like someone in their 90's when you're not at work?" You laughed.

"It's fashion!"

You giggled.

But soon enough, the warm, comfortable atmosphere immediately dissolved when the very source of your negative thoughts took a seat beside you.

"You know how I like it, Tae." Receptionist grinned.

Jungkook coughed behind her, "Slut."

She spun around and shook him. "Say that to my face child. I raised you!"

"Why does everyone say that?" Jungkook complained. "I was already grown up when I met ya'll!"

You tensed up at being in close proximity to her. Now that you were side by side, Taehyung would surely see the vast difference between the two of you.

"You're scaring off Miss Puppy, woman!" Jungkook stated, trying to find a way out.

"Miss Puppy?" She glanced over and you looked down awkwardly. "Oh wow! Hi! Fancy seeing you here!"

"Your performance was very nice." You complimented.

She was still wearing minimal clothing so you weren't sure where to look.

"Why don't you try wearing clothes for a change?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

"This is sponsored so I have to flaunt it. Plus I'll probably take it home with me." she winked.

Jungkook groaned. "Gross."

"Oh please. Wouldn't you like to see Dark Angel in something like this?" she smirked.

"Don't you dare answer that." Tae hissed.

Jungkook gulped and spun around hurriedly.

Receptionist blushed. "Sorry...forgot she was your cousin."

Tae hummed as he slid the drink over.

You glanced between the two of them; something awkward yet comfortable was there still, much like their encounter at the cafe.

"So," Receptionist turned to you. "how about you Miss Puppy? Want to join the group?"

Your eyes widened. "M-me?"

"Why not? You liked my dance. You could probably do the same too with the right training."

"Oh no...I couldn't..." You frowned.

Receptionist shrugged and spun to face the crowd, crossing her legs to fully show off her stiletto heels. "It's not for everybody."

It irked you so you spun around and crossed your legs too. It might've been the alcohol in your system or the fact that she gave up on trying to convince you to be like her and dance on the stage so easily, but for some reason, you were overcome with the thought of showing her you could be her. And there was a slimmer of intoxicated hope that spoke to you, encouraging you that you could beat her. So you mirrored her every movement subtly, and it soon became an unspoken competition between the two of you as you sipped your drinks faster and faster.

Tae bit his lip in amusement. No one had ever challenged Receptionist before, not like this anyway. There had been many cat fights with jealous girlfriends, but never a silent challenge of wits and perseverance. So he complied to refilling their drinks, trying his best not to make it obvious whose side he favored. But he knew you had had a head start of a few beverages already so he began filling yours with juice and water halfway through.

You looked up as you sipped your drink, knowing what it was. Tae caught your eye and winked. Shyly, you smiled to yourself. He was rooting for you after all.

In no time, a crowd had gathered around you two as more and more people began noticing your drinking battle.

"Whoa there girls." Tae half-heartedly warned. "You sure you want to continue?"

"Yes." The two of you firmly resolved.

"Miss Puppy. You already had a few more drinks before this. You sure you'll be okay?" he acted.

"I can handle it." You nodded confidently.

There were cheers from the crowd for you, and you grinned as you threw back the juice Tae had given you with confidence. But you knew you had to act a bit more than the tipsy you were feeling to make it convincing, so you put your head down a little to "collect yourself" before raising your empty glass. Receptionist frowned and chugged her glass too, spilling a little down the side of her lips. You spotted Tae giving a nod to Jungkook, who disappeared soon after.

"Y-you..." Receptionist slurred. "You're so pretty!"

You were surprised as she slapped your shoulders.

"But I don't lose!" she pouted cutely. "Okay?"

"Do we give up?" Tae questioned.

"NO!" Receptionist yelled. "I'M GOING TO WIN!"

Tae sighed and poured you both an actual drink this time. You winced unexpectedly, but let it burn your throat regardless. It made you dizzy with how strong it was, and when you glanced at the Receptionist, it seemed to be the last straw, because her eyes rolled back and her body swayed.

"Gotchu." Jungkook appeared and chuckled, scooping her up in his arms.

Everyone bellowed for your victory and you grinned, feeling excited and empowered. You glanced at Tae who was clapping for you too and gave you a knowing wink. Giggling, you basked in your temporary triumph. You had worked as a team, and that meant more to you than beating Receptionist. As soon as he chose your side you didn't care whether you lost or not anymore.

"Alright. Time to close up. Get outta here." Tae laughed as he shooed everyone to make their way out.

Tae's phone began ringing, and he grinned as he picked up, "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY GIRLFRIEND IS LEAVING ME?" Jimin bellowed. "WHAT DOES JUNGKOOK MEAN BY THAT MESSAGE?"

"Help! Your girlfriend is making moves on me while she's drunk. You should get over here quick before ---" he playfully hangs up.

He cackled.

You suddenly felt awkward, realizing that maybe you were out of place by staying.

"I should go..." You started sliding off your chair, but he grabbed your wrist.

"Don't go anywhere. I'll walk you out." He smiled.

In a few minutes, Jimin arrived, disheveled and in a huff. "Get your hands off her Kim Taehyung!"

Tae was grinning widely, sitting on his counter, and swinging his legs innocently. Jungkook on the other hand was sleeping on the arm of the couch he had thrown the Receptionist on.

"What happened?" Jimin raised an eyebrow as he smacked Jungkook's face to wake him up.

Jungkook smirked. "She lost in a drinking battle and blacked out."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "You little shits. You better not have taken advantage of her."

"Please." Jungkook snorted.

Jimin sat down beside her gently. "Baby, let's go home."

She whined and pouted.

"Damn she looks hott in this." he hissed. "Get me her coat."

"$5 they'll do it in the car." Jungkook whispered to Tae.

"$20 they'll do it in the parking lot here then later before getting to the house then a 3rd in their house." Tae bargained.

Jungkook hummed. "$30, adding that they won't get to their bed once they're in the house."

"$35 she'll end up barfing in 5 seconds." Tae grinned.

"Deal." Jungkook shook his hand.

"3...2..." Tae smirked as he kicked the trashcan over to the couch.

On cue, Receptionist sat up and hurled into it.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

"The last drink doesn't sit well with her." Tae giggled. "Works everytime."

"That's not fair."Jungkook frowned.

"You shook. Now pay up." Tae wiggled his fingers.

You smiled at their interaction, but were slightly disturbed by their close knowledge of the two's bedroom activities. But maybe you shouldn't be as surprised, considering Jimin and Receptionist both were walking bodies of sexual appeal.

"Alright. I'm going home." Jungkook yawned.

"Home...or?" Tae squinted.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Jungkook smirked.

Tae rolled his eyes. "I can't believe my precious little cousin got suckered into your charms."

Jungkook blushed happily as he threw his coat on.

"Thanks, Tae." Jimin carried Receptionist on his back.

"I remember when it was the other way around back in the day." Tae waved. "How the tables have turned."

Jimin snorted and shook his head.

"Have a good night." Tae called out.

And needless to say, it was finally just the two of you.

"You feel okay?" He looked down at you.

"Yeah. I'm just a subway stop away anyway." You smiled.

"You don't drink too often, huh?" He chuckled.

"Was it obvious?"

"I like girls who don't drink too much." He shrugged as he hopped off the counter.

Your heart fluttered at his comment, even though it wasn't really directed at you.

"Can I ask you about something?" You mumbled. "Sorry if it's overstepping or something...maybe I shouldn't ask...ah..."

"Just ask." Tae urged. "Better out than in and better to know the truth than make assumptions."

You relaxed. He was right.

"Um...about the Receptionist...you all seem so...close...how --"

Tae chuckled. "We used to date."

Your entire body froze. "...what?"

"We dated first. Jimin and Hoseok were her best friends. Then when we were dating, Jimin realized his feelings for her and it got all complicated. But in the end, I don't think me and her really matched so we decided to end things." He shrugged.

"How so?"

"Mmm..." He hummed. "I guess we were both immature at the time? Maybe ignorant? I thought that letting someone else do what they wanted all the time was the way to express love. But I think it was more stifling than loving. Because maybe she felt selfish, restricted by constantly getting her way. I had put aside my preferences to put hers above my own, and she hid away part of herself to match the image she thought I wanted. Neither of us were really being our true selves."

You stared at him, your heart racing at his depth.

"But at that time I didn't really know who that was, you know? The real me." He chuckled. "I thought I was being open-minded, but it was really being naive and confusing."

"I know what you mean." You smiled warmly.

He grinned as he handed you your coat.

"I thought I was expressing my love by showering guys with things and surprising them, but I might've been smothering them with things I wanted them to do for me rather than what they wanted me to do for them." You explained. "So it's like I expected them to reciprocate with the same intensity. I'd get disappointed if they didn't and it was an ugly cycle."

"Relationship's are tricky things, huh?" Tae chuckled. "It's natural to project your desires in your actions, but it's also a lot of observation, understanding, and consideration."

You nodded as you two stepped outside.

"How long has it been since your last relationship?" You asked him after he finished locking up.

"Receptionist was my last one and that was almost 3 years ago?" Tae pondered. "You?"

"Maybe a year and half ago. Then I swore off dating for a while."

"Cause of fear?" Tae replied understandably.

"Something like that."

He stepped closer to you, "And where do you stand with that now?"

"You've been distracted lately, Jin."

Jin flinched as Crumbs appeared beside him at the register. "Huh?"

"Exactly." She shook her head. "What's going on with you?"

Jin exhaled. "I'm not sure. I feel like I'm kind of swimming through life right now."

He didn't know what to make of what Hoseok had told him or whether or not to even take his advice. It all seemed so...risky. Everything seemed so out of his grasp, like he was trying to juggle so much but never successfully doing it. Even though his bakery was doing well, would this be where he would settle? Was he settling right now? Or simply waiting for an opportune moment to take the next step to his dream? Now an added factor of his unexpected feelings made him dizzy. He felt he was reaching for elusive strings recently.

She chuckled, "But that's everybody."

"What do you mean?" He blinked.

"Nobody knows what they're doing. We're all winging it, buddy. Welcome to reality." she nudged him.

Jin smiled. "I guess I just never had to worry about that because I thought my path was set for me for the longest time. But now...it's a little hazy."

"Are you talking about reaching your dream or getting the girl?" Crumbs questioned.

Jin snorted. "Both honestly."

Crumbs nodded in understanding. "If you're uncomfortable then that just means you're living life."

"Is that a thing?" Jin raised an eyebrow.

"Discomfort means taking risks and stepping out of your bubble, which leads to experience, change, and progression. You're growing, Jin." Crumbs patted his hip. "You'll figure it out."

He sighed. "I hope so. I'm already so far behind everyone else."

"Everyone has their own timeline." She frowned. "Don't get caught up comparing yours to others."

Jin nodded yet still unconvinced.

"Hey." She pinched his cheek. "You always told me to take it a day at a time. Focus on what you can do today. Listen to your own advice."

His lips curled up gratefully. "Thanks."

Suddenly, the door to the shop opened, to their surprise.

"Oh we're not op--" Jin stopped short when he realized who had stepped into his shop. "H-hi!"

"Kim Seokjin." Farm Girl had her arms crossed, annoyed.

"Cat's out of the bag, sorry." Dark Angel shrugged. "Told you she'd find out eventually."

Yoongi squinted his eyes at Crumbs, who raised an eyebrow at him in return.

"Family reunion ~ woo!" Jungkook cheered playfully.

"I tried calling you if I could tell her cause we were in town..." Yoongi frowned. "Sorry, Jin."

"I can't believe you two kept this from me! I thought you were out travelling or whatever for some fun and soul searching." Farm Girl scolded. "Why would you keep this from me?"

"I uh..." Jin panicked.

Crumbs exhaled, knowing the true reason why he had wanted to keep it hidden from his famously successful younger sister that he was still at rock bottom of the business world.

"We have the first batch of pastries ready if you'd all like to sample them." She stated, diverting their attention.

Jin glanced at her surprised, knowing she hated giving the first batch away since she needed time to "warm up" and it wasn't "her best", even though it was perfect every time.

"I'm in!" Dark Angel and Jungkook hurried to the counter excitedly.

"I swear you'll probably fly over here every morning from Daegu after eating this." Jungkook complimented.

"Don't put ideas in Yoongi's head." Farm Girl snorted.

"Come, Jin." Crumbs tugged at his hand. "I can't carry the batch out by myself."

Jin nodded and quietly followed her.

"Take some time to sort yourself before coming out." Crumbs stated quietly. "They're family so you don't need to be down on yourself. They're here to support you. Deal with your insecurities on your own time. Okay?"

"You know, this is exactly why he kept it from you, Sis." Dark Angel rolled her eyes.

"What do you mean?" she frowned.

"He's your older brother. But you treat him like he's younger than you." Yoongi added. "He's doing things his own way. Why can't you just be proud of him instead of scolding him?"

"I am proud! I was just hurt he kept this from me..."

"Well you weren't this mad when we kept the fact that I was working under Jimin and Hoseok from you." Dark Angel shrugged.

Farm Girl exhaled. "I guess Jin was always the one encouraging me...him not telling me makes me feel like he didn't think I'd do the same."

"I don't think he sees it like that." Crumbs appeared and chucked a piece of bread by the door, where Leo soon appeared. "He just wanted to show up confident and cool in front of you guys in the end. He didn't want sympathy or worries or offers of help from you."

"I would not --" Farm Girl stopped short as everyone looked at her disbelievingly. "Okay, alright. I would've...but who are you?"

"I'm his assistant is all." Crumbs offered them a tray.

"She's the backbone of this store." Jin appeared with a big smile and another tray. "While I am its gorgeous face."

Crumbs snorted. "Only cause they haven't seen mine yet."

"Oh yeah?" Jin smirked.

"I agree!" Jackson burst through the doors excitedly.

"Oh for the love of..." Crumbs hissed.

"My love!" Jackson pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'm going to put a restraining order on you, I swear." She pushed him back and huffed. "And I told you to stop coming here!"

"Yoongs. Farm Girl. Jungkook. Jin's other cousin." Jackson greeted. "What's up?"

"Jackson." Yoongi nodded as the others waved at him.

He tried to swipe a pastry from the tray, but Crumbs slapped his hand and disappeared into the kitchen.

"That's her way of flirting." Jackson grinned. "She loves me."

"It is not." Crumbs came out with a brown bag. "Here. This is a family affair so get out."

"Aww I knew you cared for me." He ruffled her hair as he accepted the bag.

"Stop saying things like that!" She argued.

They began bickering.

"Wow this is really good!" Yoongi's eyes brightened as everyone took a bite. "I can totally eat this every morning with my coffee!"

"You want me to make you some? We have hand drip coffee." Jin offered.

"If you wouldn't mind?" Yoongi blushed.

"Not at all."

"Hey! You took my piece!" Jungkook whined as Dark Angel cackled and stuffed it into her mouth.

"You're too slow."

Jin smiled as he watched the pairs interacting while making the coffee. They were all adorable in their own way. Each of them so in love and comfortable with their other half, that he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

And in that moment, something seemed to click inside him. A realization came to fruition.

He wanted this with you. He wanted the mundane things with you. He wanted to bicker playfully and tease each other. He wanted to show you off to the others; introduce you to his family.

The vortex of confusion in his chest dissipated with his revelation. Hoseok was right. He needed to take the risk. Nothing would change unless he took the leap.

He knew what he was going to do.

He was going to ask you out tonight.

Jin put on his best suit and tie, and threw gel on his hair to reveal his forehead. You had told him once that it was a turn on for you, and he would do whatever he could to increase the chances of you saying yes to his proposition.

It was crazy. To suggest seeing each other outside of Club Masquerade. To step out of the comfort zone that the room provided you two. He knew you were contemplating on dating again, but would you want to risk it with him? This was putting the relationship you two built on the line, but he knew he needed to take it, because he needed to be more with you. He was sure of that now.

"Jin! Jin! Jin!" You fluttered into his room and flew into his arms excitedly.

"Well hello to you too." He spun you around; his heart doing a thousand somersaults as he realized how perfectly you fit in his arms.

"Wow, you dressed up. So handsome." You studied him intently.

"I have something I want to tell you before we start anything." He smiled warmly.

"Me too." You grinned.

"You go first then." Jin chuckled as he put you back down on the ground.

"Okay." You took a deep breath.

He stepped closer to you, "And where do you stand with that now?"

You felt magnetized by his gaze so you felt yourself shift closer to him too as you whispered. "I'm a bit more open to the risk if the person is right."

Tae's lips curled up, "Then would you be open to going on a risky date with me, Miss Puppy?"

You grabbed Jin's hands enthusiastically. "Jin, my crush asked me out...and I said yes!"

PART 4

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