#GOT7 drabble

[daemour]

[07.54] Kim Yugyeom

pairing: yugyeom x reader

wc: 452

warnings: none

genre: fluff, established relationship

so many morning timestamps lmaoo sorry one of these days it'll be a different time hehe

happy late birthday yugyeom!! unfortunately ur birthday is over the holidays so i got busy

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When you awake, you are met with Yugyeom’s serene face. Your breath hitches as his breath brushes your cheek gently. You can’t help but smile at your boyfriend, your hand coming up and brushing against his jawline. Now that he was on break from work, he had gained a little bit of weight and you found it extremely endearing, the way he filled out and softened his edges and glowed healthily. He is soft but even softer in his sleep, and you can feel your heart swell and you lean over to plant a quick, sweet kiss on the apple of his cheek.

Yugyeom shifts slightly in his sleep, his face moving closer and lodging his nose in your collarbone. You giggle at that, his breath tickling your shoulder, but lean your head to the side, pressing even more kisses to his temple. “Morning?” he asks in a rough voice, confused at the sudden affection you are showering upon him.

“Good morning,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. Although he’s still half-asleep, he returns it, throwing his arm around your waist lazily and bringing you closer.

“It’s too early to be up,” he groans and you laugh. “It’s my off day, let me sleep.”

His whining tone only serves to make your smile grow even fonder and you press another kiss to the tip of his nose. “You’re sweet,” you hum, shifting to let your hands cup his face and offer him more kisses. “I’m happy I get to be with you.”

Yugyeom’s eyes blink open, a little more awake now as his lips pull into a sweet smile. “I’m glad too, babe, but what’s up with you? You’re super lovey-dovey today.”

You shrug the best you can with his arms around you and your arms around him. “I’m just feeling very fond of you today,” you say, kissing him once again. “I don’t know why, I just woke up and wanted to give you some love.”

Yugyeom hums, his eyes fluttering close as you kiss him again and again, peppering it all over his face. “I love you,” he murmurs, brain falling back asleep and your heart blooms at the sight. “Let’s get married.”

He clearly didn’t register his words quite yet, falling back asleep so quickly, leaving you to stare at your lover in disbelief. Not negative, of course, just unexpected. You loved him, and you know he loved you, but you weren’t sure if marriage would ever be on the table for you two. With your smile growing soft, you press a kiss to his forehead and cuddle up next to him once more.

“Let’s,” you whisper into his hair, a promise full of hope and love.

[spacequokka]

In My Bed

Pairing: bf!Jackson x Reader Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Suggestive Rating: M Summary: Jackson fell asleep when he planned to surprise you. Word Count: 0.7k, Request Warnings: dry-humping

After a grueling day at work, all you wanted to do once you got home was shower and get in bed. The never-ending stream of conference calls and meetings punctuated with answering emails left you drained mentally and physically. However, when you opened the front door and spotted a familiar pair of sneakers sitting on the shoe rack, you were immediately invigorated.

Jackson was home!

You all but dropped your stuff on the bench as you kicked off your shoes. It was quiet save for the hum of the ice maker in the freezer. Maybe he was asleep? You tiptoed down the hallway and sure enough, the light of your life was laid out across the bed on his stomach using his arms as a pillow. His expression was a picture of serenity as he snuggled your favorite hoodie. Your heart swelled with affection. How does he continue to surprise you with his cute little habits?

There was no telling how long he’d been home, but you needed your hugs and kisses. You crawled over to his side and laid beside him, gently prying his hands away from his head then forcing your way against his chest. In the midst of your shuffling, he woke up groggy and sluggish as he registered what was going on.

“You’re home?” He blinked slowly, then looked at the window. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost five.” Seeing as he was awake, there was no point in being gentle. You rolled him over onto his side and pulled his arms around you. His scent filled your nose, and you sagged with relief, savoring his warmth. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d be home today? I would’ve met you at the airport.”

He chuckled at your whiny tone as he drew you close and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I wanted to surprise you. Actually,” he drew back and kissed your lips, “I wanted to show up at your job and take you out for lunch. I guess I underestimated how tired I was and how much I missed our bed.”

You forced a pout, just barely keeping yourself from smiling. “The bed? What about me?”

“Oh, hush. You know I hate being away from you this long.” He hid his face in your neck. “Why do you insist on being all strong and independent? You could come with me! See the world and join the mile high club and stuff.”

You laughed. “Why do I get the feeling the sex is the motivating factor?”

“No, no. It’s a perk. A bonus, if you will.” He kissed your neck, letting his lips linger. “The motivation is having my beautiful girlfriend with me. It’d be so much better if I could wake up with you in my arms.”

You squirmed against him when his teeth skimmed over your sensitive skin. “I’d ruin your image and hurt your sales.” You bit your lip when his fingers pressed into your skin, holding you still as he put his thigh between yours. “Ah, shit. Wait, Jackie. I need a shower.”

His chuckle made it clear that wouldn’t be happening. “Performing isn’t my only source of income, baby. I can stand to lose a few, especially if it means I get access to you when I get off the stage.” He groaned and pressed his hips against you, drawing your attention to his growing excitement. “It’s been too long since I last had you.”

“But I wanna be squeaky clean for you.” Your squirming only served to increase the friction between your bodies, coaxing him to return the favor by rolling his hips and grinding his erection into your stomach. “Jack, please.”

“Ugh, I hear you.” He loosened his hold. “But if you need one, then so do I.”

With the haze of desire messing with your mind, it took you a minute to process his words. “If we slip and fall in the shower, it’s your fault.”

He smiled wide with glee as he hauled himself to his feet. He held his hand out to you, ignoring the tent that had formed. “I’ll make sure to take the worst of it. Now come on, I need you now before I bust in my pants.”

[mykoreanlove]

the smut bundle

for when you want to get freaky, empty hands are recommended

CHAN - fuck me 5 senses? // cooking up a storm piece of cake // just another day at the dorms // in character // Christopher // preggo by chan

CHANGBIN - just another day at the dorms // home workouts

MINHO - how to tame a cat // just another day at the dorms // serum

HYUNJIN - afterparty // wanna bet? // keep me up // special birthday

HAN - just another day at the dorms // brr brr

FELIX - Articulate // fighting with Felix be like // just another day at the dorms

SEUNGMIN - just another day at the dorms

CROSSOVER - deceptive bonds (hyunjin, Felix) // 🫧🫧🫧 (Minho, hyunjin) // 3+1 (3racha)

JACKSON - acts of intimacy // backseat love

JUNGKOOK - on a drug case

TAEMIN - new heights // lazy Sunday // friendship service // bite me // first dates

EUN WOO - say please?

[consume-cs]

free fall (03) ◯○ when you’re drunk

everything is blue, his hair… | ROLE MODEL | 🗝️ got7 content | materialist

english isn’t my first language. ot7 scenario. non idol — you just drunk ﷼

lim jaebeom

You’re at the restaurant having a girl’s dinner and you’ve drank a couple glasses of wine since you arrived, without noticing how drunk you are.

Since you’re dizzy, one of your friends called Jaebeom to pick you up. Then, your boyfriend appears, grabbing your bag and taking you out of the restaurant.

“Babyyy” You say lovingly while you try to walk on your high heels.

Jaebeom decides to carry you in his arms as a princess since you can’t even walk properly. “Why do you wear these high heels knowing that your feet’s are hurting?” He complains looking at you.

You just smile, kissing his lips quickly. “Because I look pretty” He smiles and continue his way to the car.

mark tuan

Doesn’t like when you’re drunk because he knows how much you hate throwing up, so he tries to remind you to not drink too much, but at the end of the day you ended up being drunk.

He knows when you want to throw up because you hold his hand and start to hyperventilate. He guides to the bathroom and stays by your side, tying your hair in a ponytail and rubbing your back.

“It’s okay, babe” He says to comforts you because of your emethophobia. Cleans your tears and kiss your back at the same time you try to fight against it.

At the end, he hugs you and helps you to clean your hands and mouth.

jackson wang

After going to a party, you end up being drunk and start to be very talkative, which have made Jackson laugh. Nonetheless, if he lets you, you can easily disappear from his sight so that’s why he carries you in his shoulder on your way home.

“Why did we leave? It was funny” You complain, touching his butt occasionally.

“Princess, you were jumping around everyone and laughing like a crazy. It was funny for you but some people were scared” He said going upstairs.

You laugh loudly, moving and smiling. “Even though, it was funny”

“Stop moving” He says, smacking your ass.

“Babe!”

park jinyoung

He’s so sweet and patient with you.

You ended up sleeping in his arms at the back seat on the way home, totally dozed off after the party. Even if he’s worried, he let’s you have fun and drink how much you want because he knows that you’ve been stressed the last couple months.

He carries you in his back and leaves you in the bed while he takes out your heels, jewelry and makeup, doing it slowly so you don’t wake up.

He kiss your forehead and sleeps by your side, paying attention in case you want to throw up.

choi youngjae

Whenever you get drunk, you become the most lovely person and even more if you’re with your boyfriend. You two decided to have a date and after a couple of glasses of wine, you’re drunk.

“My loveeee” You call him, reaching his hand and kissing it, making him smile.

“Honey, let me pay for this and we can go” He says quietly but you just hug his back.

He helps you to get in the car and put his jacket on you while you kiss his face, leaving red marks all over.

After that, the car ride is calm because you fell sleep as soon as you got inside, making him smile.

bambam

Might be drunk too.

But if he’s drunk too, he’s still protecting you from other men actions in the club.

You dance for him while he’s recording and you can hear his laugh in the video. “Baby, do it again” He says with a smile, being ready to record you.

You two have fun but if he sees a man looking at you with other intentions, he pulls you back to his side, letting the man know that you have a boyfriend.

At the way home, he takes advantage of you sleeping in his chest to take some photos and show you the next day.

kim yugyeom

Can be a little drunk too but he makes sure you stay by your side. You two went out with your friends for a dinner and you’ve been drinking a couple beers together, but he knows how easily you can get drunk.

He puts his hand in your tight, taking your beer out of your hand. “I think it’s enough” He says quietly, kissing your cheek quickly.

You sigh feeling a little hot, resting your head in his shoulder. “You wanna go now?” He asks, noticing your tiredness.

After you said yes, Yugyeom takes you out of the restaurant and drive you home, helping you to undress yourself. Then, you two sleep together.

xoxo girl💋…

© consume_cs

[kathaelipwse]

Oops... Did I Just Confess? | GOT7

Theme: An accident confession {Texts & Tweets}

Requested by: @canigotosleep--plz

Warnings: Fluff, on crack, unserious, funny, gn!reader, Non-Idol!GOT7

Word Count: 0.7k

☀️ Mark – "The Late-Night Oops"

↳ Text Messages

[You]: Ugh, Mark, I think I have a crush on someone 😩

[Mark]: Yeah, but they’re not me.

[You]: … HUH???

[Mark]: WAIT I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT

[Mark]: PRETEND YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT

[You]: Too late. You got some explaining to do, mister 👀

[Mark]: … I hate myself.

☀️ Jaebum – "Drunk and in Love"

↳ Text Messages [The next morning after the drunk confession]

[You]: Good morning, sleepyhead

[Jaebum]: Morning.

[You]: Do you remember what you said last night?

[Jaebum]: No… why?

[You]: You said "Love you" before knocking out.

[Jaebum]: …

[Jaebum]: Lemme just… erase myself from the planet real quick.

[You]: Sooo, was that an accident or should I say "I love you too"?

[Jaebum]: … I’m never speaking again.

☀️ Jackson – "Dramatic and Down Bad"

↳ Tweet on the friends group community

@ JacksonWang852: Y’all ever accidentally confess your love in the middle of a joke and then wanna delete yourself from existence??? Asking for a friend.

~ Replies: → @ You: OH SO NOW YOU WANNA ASK FOR ADVICE? → @ BamBam1A: Bro you did this to yourself lmaooo → @ Jinyoung: This is why you think before you speak. → @ You: Anyways, you love me, huh? 👀

@ JacksonWang852: NO ONE TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN.

☀️ Jinyoung – "He Really Thought He Was Subtle"

↳ Text Message

[You]: Did you really just say "I like you" in the middle of roasting me???

[Jinyoung]: … I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.

[You]: Sir. I am SCREAMING.

[Jinyoung]: Can you scream elsewhere. This is embarrassing.

[You]: Nah, I’m framing this convo. You like meeee 😌

[Jinyoung]: I regret everything.

☀️ Youngjae – "The Text That Changed Everything"

↳ Text Message

[Youngjae] → (accidentally sends "I love you" to you instead of his mom)

[You]: …Wait what.

[Youngjae]: HOLY SH— I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND THAT TO YOU 😭😭😭

[You]: LMAOOO SO WHO WERE YOU TRYING TO SAY IT TO HUH???

[Youngjae]: MY MOM!! OMG STOP BULLYING ME!!

[You]: Soo… you don’t love me?

[Youngjae]: WAIT WAIT WAIT. I DO. I MEAN. I DIDN’T WANNA SAY IT LIKE THIS BUT YES. I DO.

☀️ BamBam – “The Dare That Backfired”

↳ Tweet

@ BamBam1A: Dating is so easy. Y’all just scared. 😌

~ Replies: → @ You: OH? If it’s so easy, then date me. → @ BamBam1A: LMAO bet. 🤣

5 minutes later…

@ BamBam1A: WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD ON—

→ @ You: Nah, you said bet. We’re dating now, babe. ❤️😘 → @ MarkTuan: This is the dumbest way to start a relationship. I support it. → @ Jinyoung: This is embarrassing. → @ BamBam1A: So y/n you like me? Wow okay. → @ You: Why? Do you not? It would be a lie if you say no, honey. All know how you look at me. → @ BamBam1A: Fine, I love you Mrs. Bhuwakul. → @ JacksonWang852: Y’ALL ARE DATING NOW??? LMAO I’M SCREAMING

☀️ Yugyeom – "He Thought You Knew"

↳ Text Message

[You]: I just wish someone would like me already. Date's are exhausting!!

[Yugyeom]: What do you mean? I’ve liked you forever.

[You]: …EXCUSE ME???

[Yugyeom]: Wait.

[Yugyeom]: I THOUGHT YOU KNEW.

[You]: SIR, HOW WOULD I HAVE KNOWN??

[Yugyeom]: IDK I THOUGHT IT WAS OBVIOUS??? OMG THIS IS EMBARRASSING.

[You]: NO NO COME BACK, LET’S DISCUSS YOUR LOVE FOR ME.

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

got7 as supermarket cashiers:

jaebeom: glares at the customers if they distract him while working. is never at the checkout counter cause he has to do the manager's job as well

mark: works at his own pace and time. give discounts to customers if they have a cute pet

jackson: knows the names of all the regular customers. WILL nag them to take better care of themselves

jinyoung: gets pocket money from all the aunties and grandmothers that come to the store. rub's that in everyone's face.

youngjae: has headphones in his ears 24/7. gets nervous when he has to check out a long line

bambam: 'borrows' gum and makeup samples from the store. leaves the cash register open to bother yugyeom

yugyeom: cries once a week when customers (or jinyoung) yell at him for being slow

[kpoptrashshipsposts]

GOT7 Reactions II How They'd React When Jealous

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JAEBEOM: Scenario - You're laughing a little too much at another guys joke.

He'd pretend to be unbothered, but his jaw would clench slightly as he casually spoke to whoever had his attention at the time, keeping his eye on you and casually crossing his arms. Later, he'd come over and drape an arm around your shoulder or wrap it around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Having fun?" he'd whisper coolly, his grip tightening slightly on you as if to silently signalise to you he was annoyed.

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MARK: Scenario: Someone keeps texting you, and you’re laughing while replying.

He'd go really silent beside you, but every now and again you'd notice him glancing over at your phone biting his lip a little anxiously. He wouldn't be up front and ask you directly, but later he'd reach his limit and steal your phone off of you playfully and tease. "Nah, who's got you smiling like that?!"

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JINYOUNG: Scenario: You keep mentioning how cool someone else is.

He'd raise an eyebrow and give a fake dead-panned laugh. "Oh yeah, he really is so cool." He'd try to act unbothered but be unable to stop his sarcastic remarks. Later, he'd pull you aside to whisper into your ear, "You act a little too interested in him." He'd pull back and give you a warning look before pulling you in for a kiss.

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JACKSON: Scenario: A random guy puts his arm around your shoulder while talking to you.

"Hell, no. No. Nope!" Jackson would physically insert himself almost immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist. He'd give the guy the biggest (and fakest) smile he could manage, not wanting to start an argument, but his eyes would be a dead give away to his annoyance. "Hey man! Whats up?" The guy would be gone in seconds.

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YOUNGJAE: Scenario: You’re playfully chatting with a guy friend in front of him.

He'd laugh along with the both of you, seemingly unphased by the interaction. But the moment you look away he'd stand there and give the guy a long, unreadable stare. Once the guy leaves he'd act a little out of it for a while until you pick up on his change in attitude, only then would he timidly ask, "You're not into him or anything, right? He seemed a little too playful."

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BAMBAM: Scenario: Someone compliments your outfit and lingers too long in conversation.

He'd screw up his face and fake laugh as his hand tightens on yours, he dramatically pulls you away. "Haha! Woah! So cool!" Later, he'd whine at you, making a point to comment on the guys fashion sense. "He had no idea what he was talking about, did you see the shoes he was wearing, gross. Surely you think I'm more stylish than him? Right?"

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YUGYEOM: Scenario: You’re fangirling over another male idol in front of him.

He'd try to brush it off and not let it bother him, but soon it would start to annoy him and he'd begin to start openly flex in front of you, showing off. He'd begin to dance and show off his skills until you start giggling at his over the top actions. He'd dramatically put his hands on his hips, "I'm cool too, yknow..."

[csprint]

a ranking of the freakiest got7 fandoms

1. beomies

nobody moved

2. jackys

i think that there is this much 🤏🏽 more decorum but horniest members for the horniest fandoms so far. js also talked a crowd full of them through it! how fun 🕺🪄

3. tuanzys

everyone is secretly a tuanzy when they’re ovulating and i think he keeps track of everyone’s cycles because he loves a thirst trap at oddly convenient times! ur not slick 😂😂 mark

4. dandelions

they’re split 50/50 on how they see him but when they get h0rny i have to log off for a few seconds because 😂😂😂😂i get dizzyyyyy 🐱💥🐱💥

5. pepis

i think rather than h0rny they are just mesmerized by how beautiful he is. they lust after jy like he’s the objectively unattainable female lead in a romcom that the loser somehow ends up with but because he’s a tease he will forever keep the chase going

6. arsonists

i think because he thirst traps the least he thus prompts the least spontaneous spikes in collective ovulation but when this boy moves he MAKES MOVESSSS 👅💦👅💦

7. bammies

try as he might to be seen as sexy his fans will forever see him as the baby and i honestly think it’s endearing. i will not share my personal thoughts on how i view bambam because i am Crazy 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[mymegrokosmos]

You wake up to darkness. The curtains are closed, not even the moonlight peeking through the gaps tonight, and the other side of the bed still empty. You frown as you reach over to the space where you're sure your boyfriend was when you went to sleep. You felt him slip into bed sometime between closing your eyes and actually drifting off, that odd little slice of time where reality wasn't quite solid but not quite fluid either.

You stretch and sit up, looking around the bedroom but there's no sign of him here either. So you get up, throwing on the hoodie he left tossed over the back of the chair in the corner yesterday, and padding out into the apartment. You find him in the kitchen.

"Kyeom?"

It's too dark to see the blush on his cheeks as he spins around at the sound of his name but you can picture it anyway. You find yourself smiling even as you rub your eyes and shuffle closer.

"What are you doing? It's..." you glance over at the time, the digital numbers lit up on the front of the oven, and frown. "3am. Kyeom why are you even awake? It's late."

His smile is sheepish and your eyes narrow in suspicion as you step right up to poke at his chest. It’s bare, as usual, and his tattoos are on full display even in the dark like this as he reaches up to run a hand through his hair. It’s already in disarray, like he’s been frustrated for a while, and you wonder how long he's really been awake.

"Babe..."

He sighs and folds you into a hug, swaying back and forth lightly. You melt into his touch. He’s warm and soft and he still smells like the body wash you love from his shower earlier. You wrap your arms around his waist, cheek resting against his chest as you let your eyes close for a moment.

"Kyeomie."

He presses a kiss to the top of your hair and his hands slide down your arms to hold yours as he steps back to show you what, exactly, he’s been up to. You can’t help the smile that lights up your face when you see what he's been working on.

"Oh..."

He clings to your back like a koala, arms wrapped around your waist as his nose nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You know it’s mostly so you can’t see his expression but you don’t need to. The way his fingers play nervously with the strings of the hoodie say everything you need to know about what he’s feeling. You take the hand tugging at them in both of yours, lifting it to your lips and letting them rest against his knuckles.

"This is what you've been hiding from me all week?"

He nods against your shoulder and you squeeze his hand lightly. "I know your birthday isn't for a few weeks but I wanted to practice. Gyu's been helping. I wanted to make sure your actual cake is perfect."

It's just like your sweet, silly boyfriend to overthink even the smallest of details. He’s not a cook, you both know this, but you have faith in the power of Kim Mingyu and his skills in the kitchen. The cake looks cute. It's yellow, his favourite colour, with what you think are meant to be flowers and vines piped along the sides.

It's a little messy and a lot lopsided but frankly, you're impressed with the decorating. You always underestimate his creative skills and ability to pick up new things so quickly.

You can feel his eyes on you, watching for your reaction as you sway in his hold. You turn your head to find big brown eyes wide with worry and quickly lean up to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Kyeom it's lovely."

He scrunches his nose and makes a displeased sound somewhere in the back of his throat. "It’s a mess."

You laugh and shake your head. "No baby. Could it use a little work? Sure. Is it still the cutest thing you've ever done, which is saying a lot because you're incredibly cute daily by the way? Also yes."

He just blinks at you. "I think we need to go get your eyes checked tomorrow."

You consider the cake. "Okay, I'll admit I'm not seeing it in the light of day."

He nods, hand squeezing your waist and pulling you closer against him.

"Can we taste it?"

He considers this. "Right now?"

You shrug. "Why not? We're already awake aren’t we?"

You both look at his masterpiece. "If it’s awful please be nice to me."

You pat his cheek and step away to get two plates down from the cupboard. "No promises. I'm supposed to give honest feedback."

"Yes, about my music or my outfit or the movie we just watched yesterday. Not about my feelings."

He's sulking. You coo, reaching up to pinch one cheek as you set the plates on the counter. You grin when he just pouts at you, arms crossing over his chest. You lean up and press a kiss to the pout, making him smile even as he tries to hold back.

"Sorry. Sorry. I'll blame Gyu for any mistakes then, shall I?"

He nods. "His fault for not being a better teacher."

You just smile and shake you head, letting him nudge you aside to cut you both pieces of cake. "Maybe next time you want to bake something, ask Shua instead."

You hop up onto the counter and let your legs swing as you boyfriend plates up the slices of cake. They look okay from here, no burnt bits that you can see.

"I'd rather not embarrass myself in front of the hyungs thank you. Kook's already had the time of his life taking videos to blackmail me with for years to come."

You grin. "Think he'll share some?"

"If you ask nicely, probably." Yugyeom's betrayed glance has you rocking forward to grip his bicep for support as you laugh so hard you're practically draped over his shoulder. He pouts but one arm slips around your waist to steady your shaking frame and he keeps it there until he's sure you're steady.

You wipe the tears from your eyes and press a kiss to his temple. "Hey, you're cute when you get frustrated. Don't blame me for wanting more content of my adorable boyfriend."

He sighs. "I should never have introduced you to my friends."

You grin and wrap your arms around his neck, cheek pressed to one of his. "Aww, but baby you love that we get along."

"I do." He admits. "And I love that you and my brothers are friends but that’s so many people laughing at me."

You hum, watching his expression as he continues.

"You're supposed to be on my side, not theirs."

You smile softly, hand resting against the side of his neck as your thumb brushes back and forth in a soothing windshield wiper motion against his soft skin.

"I am on your side Kyeomie. Always baby."

He pulls you closer, moving to stand between your thigs, and drops his forehead to rest on your shoulder. You hum softly as his arms come around your waist and you wrap your legs around his. It's silent for a moment and when he looks back at you his expression is soft, unguarded, and unsure. You cup his cheek in your hand, leaning in to kiss him slowly.

"Honey, I'm always on your side. It's our side. Even when I'm laughing at you."

You promise, nose to nose with the man who still makes your heart skip a beat every time he looks at you with those big brown eyes so full of love. Every time he smiles at you like you've done something incredible just because you’re walking in the door after a long day and coming home to him. You let your fingers slide along the nape of his neck and up into his soft hair.

"Next time you need help though, you know you can ask me right?"

He nuzzles his nose against yours. "I didn't want to ruin the surprise."

"Kyeom, you making me a cake is already going to melt my whole heart into a big puddle. I don't need the heart attack waiting to happen of a surprise on top of your sweetness and consideration."

He blinks and shakes his head. "Try the cake first."

You just laugh and pull back, letting him feed you as he keeps his other hand on your hip for reassurance. You try to keep your face straight but he knows you too well. Reads the signs as your brows furrow and you cough after forcing yourself to swallow. He moves to pour you a glass of milk, which you accept gratefully, and sighs.

"It's awful, isn’t it?"

"I wouldn't say it sucks." You try to break the news gently but he isn’t having it.

He takes a bite and immediately spits it back out onto his plate. You bite back a laugh at the way he scrubs a hand over his mouth.

"Baby..."

You just blink at him.

"It’s raw. The whole middle of this cake is entirely raw."

You just grin and cup his face in your hands. "Why don’t we scrap this attempt and try again tomorrow?"

He glances at the clock, turns a glare on the offending cake, and nods. You kiss his cheek until he stops trying to murder the poor pastry with his gaze and turns to pout at you instead.

"I really thought I had it this time. I followed the instructions so well I swear."

You kiss him and pat his arm. "Next time you'll get it I'm sure. We'll make a trip to the store in the morning."

He sighs and helps you down. It doesn't take long to dispose of the offending cake and clean up the kitchen. Yugyeom is still sulking as you take his hand and lead him back to bed.

"I can’t figure out where I went wrong."

You just smile and tug the covers back up over you both. "We'll work that out tomorrow, okay? Together."

He softens at that, glancing over at you. "Together?"

You nod. He finally gives in, curling around your back as you get comfortable.

"Okay then."

The next attempt comes out much better, to both of your delights. You even let Yugyeom talk you into helping him bake one for Jackson next. Mostly for the satisfaction of watching the man open the cake carrier to lay eyes on the intricate blue and red design you two worked so hard on and regret every life decision the minute he asked his first question.

"What's with the butterfly?"

Your boyfriend's whole face lights up at this and you grip Jaebeom's arm to keep from collapsing on the spot.

"Papillon."

That's all it takes for Bam and Youngjae to cheer, running over to see for themselves. Yugyeom bounces on the spot, murmuring the lyrics to himself, and Mark joins you in clutching your stomachs to hold in the laughter. It’s not until Jinyoung, the shit disturber that he is, starts playing the song through the speakers and the dance party begins in the kitchen that you truly lose it.

Youngjae, BamBam and your boyfriend are so thrilled it's cute to see they're still Jackson's biggest fans. It takes you, Mark and Jaebeom together to keep Jackson from smashing his whole face into the cake just to ruin the design and stop them. Jinyoung is not helpful, just clapping for his little brothers' antics and grinning at Jackson's embarrassment.

"I am never teaching any of you how to bake ever again."

"But babyyy..."

"No! Mingyu's turn! I'm done! I can't breathe."

You're not sure your ribs recover until days later and Jackson, as his revenge for your role as accomplice to his embarrassment, makes sure your liver complains for a week.

The way your boyfriend's whole face lights up every time he tells the story is worth the temporary discomfort.

[senpazzi]

warnings: slight swearing

genre: drabble, fluff

based off this request <3

ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .*

you watched intensely as he moved amongst the stage. his voice was honey, his skin was glowing. his movements were graceful, his stage presence was unlike any other performer you’ve ever gotten the chance to film.

lim jaebeom of got7, you’d be lying if you said your crush on him wasn’t spiraling out of control. you worked for Mnet, and you have been for the past few years. got7 was one of your ultimate groups, and everyone knows that jay b has to be one of the best leaders in kpop history. his strength and talent amazed you, how he worked so hard to get his group back together after the 2-year hiatus.

the performance concluded and you made sure to zoom in on jay b’s face for the ending fairy, smiling a bit to yourself. his eyes widened in shock, smiling sheepishly to the camera and waving cutely. it warmed your heart, he was so excited to be back on stage with his boys. to perform for his fans, and you were joyous to be the person to capture that.

backstage the boys high fives the crew, smiling happily as they made their way around the room. you bowed to eat member, waving politely as they did to you. first jackson, then yugyeom, then of course jay b. his eyes locked on yours, yours on his. like a scene out of a movie, his smile grew.

he walked to his vanity, the rest of the boys trailing behind and sitting around the couch and waiting area. bambam who was behind jay b noticed the way he stared at you, even if it was momentarily. “jaebeommie, you didn’t acknowledge the lovely lady who captured that ending fairy for you,” he teased at the elder male before received a small poke on the side.

“oh hush, i waved and smiled like i was supposed to. i’m sure she’s busy anyways making sure she captured the best moments of our performance to just be worried on a ending fairy,” jaebeom responded as he sipped away at his water bottle.

the men around him babbled and gossiped. they were observant, being friends of jaebeom for years, he didn’t look at anyone that way. he’s met with hundreds of camera girls and Mnet crew, never looking at them like how he looked at you.

you walked over to the boys area, greeting the members formally yet meekly, wanting to congratulate them on their performance.

“great job today! you guys were amazing, it was such a pleasure to film your performance,” you kindly congratulated the 7 men who’ve influenced your life to the greatest degree. your eyes fluttered to jaebeom, who was eyeing you again. his soft brown eyes, locked onto your features examining every detail of you.

“hyung, stop staring, you’re gonna scare her off,” jackson yelled out to the leader. jaebeom shot an aggravated look at the man, rolling his eyes at his antic to embarrass him in front of you.

“ignore him, he doesn’t know to be respectful around women i guess,” jaebeom seethed as his scowl softened once his face turned towards yours. you shyly chuckled at the behavior, knowing it was all too common between boy groups, especially got7.

“it’s okay really, i’m a huge fan so im well aware of you guys are,” you replied as you fanned off the apology. “oh really?” you heard mark question as his head cocked to the side. “who’s your bias?” he curiously impeded.

all 7 of the men eyed you, looking for a response. you felt your heart beat quicken. of course no one liked being put on the spot, especially when your answer was all too obvious. “oh, it’s uhm for the longest been jay b. but! i love you all, genuinely,” you responded timidly after a few moments. fake pouts and scoffs of annoyance emerged from the men, but jaebeom had the smuggest look on his face. thoughts flooded his mind, how he could use this to his advantage to really talk to you, get to know you.

“ah! come on, he’s so lame compared to us,” bambam whined out. youngjae and yugyeom giggling at the comment, while jinyoung struggled to keep his composure at the death stare jaebeom was glaring towards to younger duo.

jaebeom sighed, before standing up from his chair, slowly turning to your figure and gently hovering his hand around your lower back to turn you away from the guys. “i’m sorry for them again, i don’t understand why they’re being dicks right now,” he confided as he began walking you deeper into the building. soft “ohh’s!” and cooing was heard from the men behind you, causing a cute giggle to flow from your mouth and flood jaebeom’s ears.

“you’re fine! i’m not offended, i think it’s funny really. not that they’re making fun of you but, you know? taking your kindness for flirting,” you acknowledged as you were finally close to him. your bias, crush, first k-pop love, who knew. he was more handsome than you could imagine, and he smelt amazing despite dancing his life away on a stage 10 minutes prior.

but you, god were you a sight for jaebeom? your makeup was flawless, features only money could buy, and your perfume was enticing. you were unbelievable, a woman like you was rare for jaebeom to ever see in person. your kindness and beauty went well together.

“if we’re being honest, i could flirt better than that,” jaebeom confessed, the smirk on his face growing as his eyes lowered to yours. you blinked a bit taken aback by his comment. you knew he was bold, why wouldn’t he be? but being bold with you? god, who wouldn’t kill to be in this position right now?

“what’s your name love?” he asked softly. you almost choked on your spit. this was real. the lim jaebeom, your bias, one of k-pops strongest ace’s, asked you for your name. “i’m y/n, i’m sorry, i should’ve introduced myself earlier,” you sheepishly replied once more, feeling your cheeks warming at the interaction.

he nodded his head, replaying the pronunciation of your name again. “don’t worry, there’s a lot of things you can tell me, if you allow me to take you on a date one of these days?” he asked gently as his glanced to your expression, trying to read it like it was a book.

you almost squealed. but, thankfully you were able to pull yourself together enough to formulate a full sentence. “whenever you’d like, i’m sure it would be lovely,” you replied, a shine in your eyes glistened. jaebeom caught it, it was impossible to miss. he could look into your eyes for ages. immense feelings flooded into his system when he looked into them.

“it would be, i can’t wait for it y/n,” he whispered, his tone deepening. he was lost in your eyes. your beautiful eyes. the eyes that captured his attention the second he looked into them.

“me neither,” you stated.

you exchanged numbers and both head back to work, you going to the stage to film another artists’ performance. while jaebeom and the rest of got7 prepared tor the rest of the promotions, leaving Mnet studio and getting into their limo heading to the next schedule.

“so, do you really think you’re her bias, or did she just think you would be the one to give her a chance since you’re getting so old and boring?” questioned bambam as the rest of the group was crowded in the vehicle.

“shut the fuck up,”

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authors note:

super rushed, not very proud of this drabble at all. but there’s been a got7 drought on all platforms and i hope i was able to fill some voids in aghase’s and u guys enjoy!

love, mei!

[wishpid]

Slow Dancing

"Let's skip," your partner said as they stepped into the kitchen. You hummed in thought before voicing your agreement. While it was a small shame since the both of you were already dressed up but in reality, you were more than happy to stay home.

"Imma go change then."

"Wait," they said, stopping you from exiting the open space. You watched as they fiddled with their phone before soft music came through the speakers. You raised an eyebrow in amusement, barely able to hide the smile growing on your face. Your partner pulled you in close by your waist and the two of you began swaying. "We can just have our own private party; it'd be a pity to change when you look so good tonight." Heat rushed to your cheeks, they could be such a sap. You decided to say nothing in response, instead lessening the small space between you guys. Staring at them with stars in your eyes as you knew you might be the luckiest person alive to be with them.

Taesan of BoyNextDoor, Juyeon of The Boyz, Minho & Felix of Stray Kids, Jaehyun & Hendery of NCT, Jongho of Ateez, Cha Eunwoo of Astro, Woodz, Kihyun of Monsta X, Yugyeom, Suho of EXO

[pinkpunkdynamite]

✨Masterlist✨

im just trying to survive this hell hole of a life by being delusional ass

english isn't my native language, and i would love some comments😭

KDRAMAS MASTERLIST

KMUSIC MASTERLIST

[spacequokka]

It's the (Right) Time

Pairing: Jaebeom x Reader Genre: fluff, humor Rating: G Summary: Doing the White Elephant gift exchange with Jay B and the boys. Word Count: 0.6k Warnings: None, just meme7 doing their thing.

A/N: Can you guess which song the title came from?

"Play White Elephant with us," they said. "It'll be fun," they said. Honestly, you should've known better considering who was involved. Since when has GOT7 done anything with an ounce of control? The second the last person invited to BamBam's place walked through the door, drinks were passed out and chaos ensued. You ended up sitting cross-legged in a circle with the boys, clutching your carefully wrapped package—a vintage record player you found at a flea market—hoping it wouldn't be the most memorable gift for all the wrong reasons. It wasn't impossible to find vinyl records…right? You added it to the pile while the guys fought over snacks and refills.

"Number seven!" BamBam called out with way too much enthusiasm, waving the little paper slip. You took it with trembling hands. Seven, last pick. That could ever be really good or really bad. You crossed your fingers.

Jackson was practically vibrating with excitement then drew number one. "First pick! The universe loves me!" He kissed the slip of paper then crawled forwards on his knees to survey the pile of presents in the middle of the circle. Each one was wrapped in different patterns of holiday paper, but the designs chosen hinted at who wrapped what. After much deliberation and dramatic pointing, Jackson went for a small box wrapped in silver.

The game moved quickly after that. Youngjae picked a tall gift back and found a mini karaoke machine inside, which Mark immediately stole. Jinyoung carefully selected a medium-sized box that turned out to be a rare book collection, which made his eyes light up. BamBam ended up with a designer scarf after three different steals, and Yugyeom somehow landed a set of limited edition Deadpool plushies.

Then it was Jay's turn, right before yours. He studied the remaining two gifts with that intense focus he usually reserves for reviewing song lyrics. His gaze landed on your package and you held your breath. The record player would be a perfect fit for him--you lowkey picked it with him in mind, knowing he already had a collection.

"This one," he muttered as he reached for your gift. Of course.

You watched as he carefully peeled back the paper, his eyes widening when he realized what it was. "No way," he breathed, running his fingers over the vintage wood. "This is…this is incredible." It's the look in his eyes that does it, a tender joy that leaves him with a barely there smirk.

You're last and there's only one gift left—a squishy package wrapped in red and gold. For a minute you panic. Soft gifts in a game of White Elephant can mean trouble. Inside, you find the softest fleece hoodie you've ever touched, clearly oversized and perfect for winter.

"That was mine," Jay scoots closer to you. When you look up, he's smiling gently in a way that makes his eyes crinkle. "Seems fair, doesn't it? You got my gift, I got yours."

"Did you know?" you ask, wondering if somehow he'd guessed which present you bought.

He nods, still smiling. "As their leader, it's my job to keep an eye on everything going on." He glances at the record player then back at you. "How did you know I've been looking for one exactly like this?"

"I didn't! I saw it—"

"Okay, but can we talk about how I ended up with socks? Socks?!" Jackson launched himself across the circle at Mark. "I trusted you!"

The room erupted with laughter. Jay caught your eye again, mouthing a silent "thank you" before getting to his feet to wrangle Jackson back to the couch. You pulled on the new hoodie. It smelled faintly of vanilla and coffee, just like him. Sometimes the best gifts are the ones you don't plan for.

[mykoreanlove]

He Was Never Hers To Save

A love that was never hers to begin with. A man chasing ghosts, drowning in heartbreaks of his own making. But when she finally forces him to face the truth he’s been running from, she never expects the twist that will shatter them both.

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You hadn’t been to a yoga class in ages, and everyone could tell. Or at least that’s what you spun around in your head. Did they hear my bones crack? Why is everybody bent like a pretzel? Fuck, I need to get back in shape.

Not that you could focus on your physical agony for long. Your phone buzzed again and again beside you. Jackson. Your friend chuckled, noticing. “Who the hell is blowing up your phone like this?”

You turned to her, the corners of your lips lifting before you could stop them. “It’s a notification from Instagram. Jackson posted something.” Her eyes rolled so hard you thought they might get stuck. “You have notifications for his stories? Fuck, Y/N, you’re down bad.”

“I’m not.” You fumbled with your mat, suddenly desperate to transition into a downward dog. “Oh please. You are so far gone for your ‘best friend’ you don’t even notice anybody else.” “Anyone else? Like who?”

She huffed, tilting her head toward the other side of the room. “Like that guy over there. The one built like a Greek god who’s been staring at you through his dark hair for the past ten minutes, mumbling about what a stunner you are.”

You blinked. You really hadn’t noticed. You wouldn’t admit it, but she was right—you were utterly, helplessly in love with your best friend. And she hated it.

“I don’t get it, Y/N,” she sighed, pressing her palms together like she was about to start praying for your sanity. “Jackson is a hopeless case. You deserve better.”

Ouch. That stung. But you couldn’t blame her. You understood where she was coming from.

To the public, Jackson was that guy—the effortlessly charismatic, untouchable star, rich and good-looking but burdened. To your friend, Jackson was a disaster—a man with a self-destructive taste in women, always managing to date one walking red flag after another. But to you? He was more than that.

Where others saw bravado, you saw the mask. Where they saw his success, you saw the sleepless nights, the hollow-eyed exhaustion. Where they thought he was full of love, you saw the truth. The avoidant one. The one who didn’t believe in love for himself.

You knew you should give him up. Let go of this idea that he might wake up one day and see you the way you saw him. But you weren’t ready. Not when he still needed you.

The notification still glowed on your screen. You clicked. Various bottles of Hennessy.

Shit.

Without a second thought, you were up, leaving your yoga mat abandoned on the floor.

“Jackson, open up.” You pounded on his door, your voice sharp and urgent. Nothing.

“Jackson!” Your fists hit the wood harder, panic threading through your veins. “For fuck’s sake, open the—”

The door creaked open.

Jackson stood before you, disheveled. Bloodshot eyes, messy hair, his fingers locked around a nearly empty bottle like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse, raw from either shouting or sobbing—maybe both. You stepped inside without waiting for permission. The apartment was a graveyard of empty bottles and discarded takeout containers. The air was thick with alcohol, stale and suffocating. Your heart squeezed.

“Shit, how much have you been drinking?” He sank onto the couch, rolling the bottle between his palms. “I don’t know. All of it?” A hollow chuckle. A ghost of the Jackson everyone else saw—the one who made heartbreak look effortless.

But here, now, he wasn’t effortless. He was unraveling. “What happened?” you asked, voice soft as you sat beside him. He closed his eyes, massaging his temples. His cheekbones looked sharper, his body even thinner. The weight of something unseen had been carving him out for a while.

“I was looking for a chat on my socials,” he admitted, shame curling in his words. “Scrolling through old messages, looking for... I don’t know. And then I saw—” He stopped himself, his throat bobbing. “I saw our last conversation.”

“Whose?”

“My ex.”

You should’ve been used to the stab in your gut by now. Should’ve built an armor against it. But the pain still came. “What did you see?”

“She unfollowed me,” he murmured. “Blocked me out of her followers too. Like I don’t exist.” He exhaled, taking another sip, not even flinching at the burn. “I can’t stop thinking about her. There’s this weight on my chest, and I—I just want her back.”

His eyes found yours, searching for something. “Do you think I’m pathetic?”

Your heart cracked wide open. You took his free hand, rubbing slow, deliberate circles into his skin. “No, Jackson. You’re just hurt.” He scoffed. “Yeah, hurt by her.”

“No.”

He frowned, his hazel eyes narrowing. “No?” You shifted, steadying yourself. You had sat here too many times, watching him drown himself in the ghosts of women who never stayed. But this time, you couldn’t just comfort him.

This time, you had to break him open.

“Forgive me for being blunt, but it’s not about her. It’s about you.” He pulled his hand away hastily. “You’re saying this is my fault?” You swallowed. “I’m saying… this is deeper than her. You’re not obsessing over her. You’re obsessing over what you think her rejection says about you.”

His jaw tensed. He took a slow sip. “That’s a broad stretch, don’t you think?” You didn’t let up. “I think,” you said, voice steady, “this isn’t about wanting her back. It’s about the fear that no one else ever will.”

Something in him stilled. You had caught it. The beast. The thing gnawing at him from the inside. “That’s not true.” But his voice wavered.

You reached for his wrist, holding him in place. “Jackson, you keep looping the same obsession, the same heartbreak. Why isn’t she choosing me? Why doesn’t she want me? What did I do wrong? But it’s not about her. It’s about you, running from something bigger. You think if you just crack the code—if you want her enough, if you make her see you—then maybe, just maybe, you’ll finally feel like someone worth loving.”

His breath caught. You had touched a nerve, something deep, something festering beneath the surface. His fingers clenched around the bottle, whitening at the knuckles, but he didn’t drink.

Instead, he stared at you. Silent. Still.

Suddenly, the room felt too small, like the air had thickened, pressing against both of you. You saw the war behind his eyes—the instinct to laugh it off, to deny, to run. But there was nowhere to go. Not this time.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t go down. “You’re wrong,” he finally muttered, but it was weak. You shook your head. “Am I?”

Jackson’s jaw clenched. He pushed up from the couch, stumbling as he stood, swaying slightly. His hands found his hair, fingers threading through the mess of strands, tugging at his own scalp like he could pull the thoughts out of his head.

“This is bullshit,” he mumbled, pacing. His breath came faster now, ragged, his ribs rising and falling beneath his shirt. Your pulse pounded. You had seen Jackson break before—but never like this.

“Jackson,” you said softly, cautiously, as if trying not to startle a wounded animal. But it was too late. “I don’t want to fucking hear this right now,” he snapped, turning on you, eyes flashing.

Raw. Ruined. Terrified.

Your body tensed, but you didn’t back down. “You need to.” “No.” He let out a sharp, bitter laugh, but it cracked halfway through. “You think you know me? You think you’ve figured me out, huh?” “I think you’ve been running from this for years.” “Running from what?” he demanded, arms flung wide. “What the fuck am I running from?”

You stood now, stepping toward him, forcing him to face it. “From feeling like you’re never enough. From believing that if someone leaves, it must mean something about you. From thinking you have to fight for love, like you don’t deserve it just by existing.”

His breath caught again, but this time, it broke him. His body sagged, knees nearly buckling. His hands trembled as he dropped the bottle—it clattered, rolling across the hardwood. His whole chest caved inward, as if something deep inside had finally collapsed under its own weight.

And then, it happened. The dam burst.

A choked sound escaped his throat—somewhere between a gasp and a sob. His face crumpled, eyes squeezed shut, as if that could stop it. It couldn’t. One step. Two. You closed the space between you, reaching for him just as his body gave out.

Jackson collapsed into you, fists clutching the back of your shirt, burying his face into your shoulder. He shook—silent, violent, uncontrollable tremors—as his breath came in broken, gasping stutters. And then the sobs tore out of him.

Ugly. Guttural. Endless.

You held him through it. Every wrecked inhale. Every sharp, helpless exhale. His fingers gripped you tighter, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. His whole frame shook, his breath warm and damp against your skin. He had never let himself break like this. Not in front of anyone.

And maybe that was the scariest part.

Minutes passed. Maybe more. Finally, his breathing slowed, though his body was still heavy against yours. His forehead rested against your collarbone, his hands still clinging to your back. You could feel his heartbeat—fast, frantic, fading.

You pressed your cheek against his hair, whispering, “You don’t have to do this alone anymore.” Jackson let out a shuddering breath, barely audible.

“I don’t know how to stop,” he admitted, voice cracked and wrecked. “I don’t know how to stop chasing people who don’t love me back.”

His words hit you like a freight train. Because he didn’t just mean his ex.

He meant you.

And suddenly, you weren’t sure who was more broken—Jackson, or you for still hoping.

[consume-cs]

free fall (03) ◯○ early morning flight to hong kong

funny how present turns past | 3:49 a.m | 📻 got7 content | materialist

english isn’t my first language. jackson wang. idol — just a tired boyfriend who wants to sleep more ﷼

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙼 wakes you up, making you complain about the time interrupting your dream but you know if you don’t wake up, Jackson won’t do it just because how tired he is.

You try to untangle his arms from your hips and the warmth of his bare chest is tempting you to fall asleep again until another alarm sounds. You take a sit on the bed, feeling him move around half sleep, wrapping his arms around your hips and thighs. “Babe, we have to wake up” You say, feeling a little bit cold since the warmth of his body disappeared after you took a seat.

You hear him complain about it and as soon you try to get up, he pulls you onto the bed and you end up on top of him. “Princess, it’s a private flight, we can leave at anytime so let’s sleep more” He says without opening an eye, making you sigh.

You take a sit in his lap and touch his tousled hair, feeling his hands running up your thighs until they end up on your ass. “I know babe but your mom said she wanted us to be there as soon as possible”

You talked about that last night and your boyfriend said yes, but you knew that it was going to be different later. Then, he opens his eyes and smiles at you when you give him a little kiss.

“Can you do this for me, please? I just don’t want to disappoint your mom” You beg, caressing his hair between your fingers.

“You’re not going to disappoint her, she already loves you” He confirms and he seems to fall asleep again.

“It’s her birthday and she said she wanted us to be there soon”

You’re in Paris since both of you had some work to do and your mother in law’s birthday party is in two days, so you want to be there as quickly as possible.

Jackson opens his eyes again, smiling at you. “Whatever my princess says” He looks at you at the same time you tie up your messy hair and your pajama’s top reveals your belly. “Nice view though” He says flirtatiously, making you giggle.

Fifty minutes later, you’re at the hotel lobby waiting for the car that’s taking you to the airport while you sit in his lap in silence, thinking if you should take a nap in his arms or wait a little more.

“Just sleep baby, you need some rest”

You look at him with surprise wondering how he just read your mind so quickly, but you don’t say anything and rest your head in his shoulder, closing your eyes and falling asleep in his warmth embrace.

You’re half sleep when he takes you in his arms to the car and then, you can only remember being at the airplane sleeping in his chest while he’s using his phone, knowing that is going to be a long flight.

xoxo girl💋…

© consume_cs

[bb-bambam]

Acting Up

"I know what you're doing, you know," Jaebeom says as Jinyoung saunters into the living room wearing uncharacteristically skimpy pajamas. Granted, a "skimpy" outfit for Jinyoung consists of shorts that don't quite reach his knees and a shirt that rides up slightly to reveal a sliver of his stomach when he raises his arms - but it's unusual and distracting enough that Jaebeom can't possibly not notice.

"And what exactly am I doing?" Jinyoung asks, settling on the couch and lifting his legs to rest them on Jaebeom's thighs. He's gotten quite good at controlling his expression as his acting skills have grown over the years, but he'll never be able to hide his emotions from Jaebeom, who prides himself on being the only person capable of reading Jinyoung under any and all circumstances. For instance, right now, Jinyoung's nonchalant demeanor makes it obvious that he's feeling restless and suggests that were he not intent on feigning innocence, he would probably be pouting.

"You're trying to get back at me," Jaebeom says, setting his book aside so he can gently massage Jinyoung's ankles instead. His intention when Jinyoung walked in was to only give him a cursory glance, to not get drawn away from his book, but now that Jinyoung is here, he finds that it's an impossibility. Then again, he challenges anyone to give more attention to a book when their beautiful significant other is being alluring and seductive on purpose.

Jinyoung raises an eyebrow. "Get back at you?" His tone is so perfectly offended and incredulous that it just confirms that Jaebeom is completely right. "That implies that you did something to upset me in the first place. And you would never do that to your soulmate, would you?"

"Only for a good reason," Jaebeom says, fighting a smile.

"There are good reasons to upset me, now?" Jinyoung looks even more affronted, and Jaebeom almost laughs out loud at how blatantly Jinyoung is enjoying this exchange.

He manages to keep it in, though, and shrugs dismissively instead. "Sure there are. Just like there are good reasons to hold off on having sex until promotions are over." He works the knots out of Jinyoung's calves as he offers Jinyoung an innocent smile. "Which, of course, is why you're upset to begin with."

"Pretty confident about that, aren't you?" Jinyoung pretends to check his fingernails, once again silently affirming that Jaebeom is spot on.

"Pretty confident, yeah," Jaebeom says wryly. "Considering you've been acting up ever since I suggested it."

Jinyoung meets his eyes and flashes a sugary-sweet smile. "Well, I think anyone would be upset at the implication that they can't handle a little soreness while performing," he says. "What, I hit thirty and suddenly I can't take it anymore?"

Jaebeom can't stop himself from breaking into a smile this time. "Oh, you think I said it because of you?" he asks, amused. "How self-centered. I was actually worrying about my back and knees."

"You're thirty-one, not eighty-one, hyung," Jinyoung says, making a show of rolling his eyes. "I forgot that you like to cosplay as an old man."

"Are you saying you aren't concerned for my frail and aging body?" Jaebeom heaves a dismayed sigh, arranging his face in a disbelieving expression. "It's truly the ones closest to you who hurt you the most."

Jinyoung crosses his arms, and Jaebeom can hear the pout in his voice even though he manages to keep it off his face. "It's not like me riding you requires you to do anything. I do all the work anyway."

Jaebeom shakes his head fondly. "You really are a bit of a brat, aren't you?" He pats Jinyoung's shin reassuringly. "Here. I promise once promotions are over you can ride me for a day straight, if you want to."

"Wow," Jinyoung says. The hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth is the only crack in his otherwise unaffected facade. "You think your frail and aging body handle that?"

"Guess you'll have to wait and find out," Jaebeom says, huffing out a laugh. "But until then, please rein it in a little."

The look of puzzlement on Jinyoung's face is picture-perfect and not even remotely convincing to Jaebeom. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm sure," Jaebeom murmurs, unable to keep himself from leaning in for a kiss. "I'm sure it's just a coincidence that you took a picture of yourself braced suggestively against the wall, and it's also just a coincidence that you were being a menace and targeting me the whole time during our relay dance. There was nothing behind any of it at all."

"There wasn't," Jinyoung breathes against Jaebeom's lips as he wraps his arms around Jaebeom's shoulders. "But since we're here now, I'm going to hold you to your promise. You said a day straight."

"I guess I did," Jaebeom says, tugging Jinyoung further onto his lap and kissing him again. "And I would never break a promise to my soulmate."