#Got7fanfiction

[yugfics]

Caught Making Out - all members

~ mark ~ The both of you were sitting on beanbags in front of the tv, playing games. You'd initially started playing with some of the other members, but when you and Mark played together, all that existed was each other and it was a never ending competition. Eventually everyone'd just given up and left you two to it.

Neither of you minded, though, because you loved being in each other's company. The words win and lose flashed onto the screen in red and blue respectively, and you dropped your controller, smiling at your boyfriend. "Ha! You owe me an ice cream," you told him.

He shook his head sadly and looked at you, pouting. You giggled, giving him a quick kiss. "Cutie,"

He pulled you back towards him, kissing you deeper. It only lasted for a few moments, though, because you were interrupted. "Hey, do you guys-" BamBam stopped abruptly, noticing what was happening. "EeEeeeEewwWW," he said, before turning around and leaving, trying to erase the image from his mind. You both laughed.

~ jaebeom ~ It was already nearly 12am and your boyfriend still hadn't finished in his studio. You decided to pay him a visit. Walking past the doors of the other members before reaching his, you entered. "Hey,"

"Mm, hi," he barely replied, glancing at you before returning to his work. Feeling somewhat ignored, you sat on the small couch behind him, boredly staring at the back of his head. "Will you be long?"

"Sorry, I..." he hesitated for a few moments, looking back at you before getting up. "I'll take a break, then,". You smiled, scooting over a bit as he sat next to you. "Couldn't sleep?"

You shook your head. "I missed you," you replied, earning a smile from him. "I'm sorry for being busy,"

"You can make it up to me..." you said quietly, leaning closer to him. There was silence for a few moments as you both just gazed into each other's eyes, before the distance closed and his lips met yours.

Forgetting that door was slightly ajar, all that existed was the both of you, before you were interrupted by Jinyoung entering the room. "Jaeb-"

You both parted, eyes darting to Jinyoung as he closed his eyes briefly and let out a sigh. "Close the door next time," he advised, before exiting and doing so.

~ jackson ~ All 8 you were sitting in the living room, watching the second movie of the night. You sat next to Jackson, snuggled up to him at the far end of the couch, his arm around you and the both of you sharing a blanket. The way you were sitting was really comfortable, and you felt your eyes beginning to droop.

"Are you feeling sleepy?" your boyfriend asked, his voice low. You nodded your head, sitting up straighter and focusing on the movie. "I want to see how this ends first, though. Keep me awake,"

He moved closer to you as you focused on the tv screen, replying softly: "Sure,". For some reason you felt like there was something else he was implying, but you continued watching. Until he planted a kiss on your neck. Blushing and slightly surprised, you scolded him quietly. "Jackson...!"

"You told me to keep you awake," he replied, with a playful smile before doing it again. You giggled. "I didn't mean- Jackson... stop it tickles,"

Of course he didn't, and as you continued to embarrassedly fight his kisses, you hoped none of the other members would notice the both of you.

"Jackson," you begged, tiredly. "I want to watch,"

He smiled again. "At least you're awake now,"

You gave a sigh, though there was a smile on your face, and continued to watch the movie. Around 10 minutes later, you noticed he was looking at you. Flustered, your eyes met his. "Yes?"

He sat up and leaned closer, like he was going to say something serious. "You're pretty,". Face turning red, your eyes didn't leave his as you searched for something to say. Seeing you speechless, he brought his lips to yours, and all thoughts of the movie left you.

The other members definitely noticed. Yugyeom whispered to Jinyoung. “Are they-” “Yes,”. By now they were already used to you and Jackson's antics, so they tried to watch their movie in peace.

~ jinyoung ~ You'd slipped earlier that day, on some spilled water you hadn't noticed in the kitchen, hurting your ankle. Now you sat on your boyfriend's bed in his room in GOT7's dorm, listening to all the commotion outside as they arranged to take you to the hospital.

Your leg lay on top of a few pillows, cared for as much as possible by Jinyoung even after you insisted (half-heartedly) that it didn't hurt that bad. The door opened and your boyfriend entered the room, a cup of water in his hand. He sat next to you, obvious concern on his face. "Does it still hurt?"

"Not when I move," you replied, giving him a reassuring smile.

He nodded. "We'll take you to the hospital in a few minutes," he told you, handing you the cup of water.

Taking it from him, you brought it to your lips, drinking it as he held your hand thoughtfully.

Putting the cup on the nightstand, you sat up, squeezing his hand and causing him to look at you. "I'm lucky to have you, you know?"

He smiled. "I'm lucky to have you too,"

You placed a small kiss on his lips, causing him to blush slightly. "You looked cute," you explained. He reached out, tucking a few loose hairs behind your ear affectionately. "I love you,"

"I love you too," you replied, noticing the way his eyes darted to your lips. Smiling, you pulled him towards you and kissed him. Not wanting you to pull away, he deepened it, and your arms snaked around his neck.

Then Yugyeom appeared in the doorway. "Hyung, the-". The both of you pulled away from each other, but he'd already seen what was happening. He blushed. "HyyUUnggg oh my god," he turned around, embarrassed, and began to leave. "We're ready to go if you're... done," he said, refusing to look at the both of you, before closing the door.

~ youngjae ~ You and Youngjae weren't really the PDA type of couple. Majority of your affection was shown in private, and you mostly just held hands when you were outside, or cuddled a bit when you were with the other members. You now sat on his lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor of the dance practice room, your head resting on his shoulder as he drank water.

He'd been doing some extra practicing by himself before you convinced him to take a break. "You're overworking yourself,"

"I need to get it right,"

"You got it perfect the last 20 times!"

He chuckled and gave you a peck on your cheek. "Thank you,"

Sitting up, you turned around so you were facing him, both your legs at his sides. You smiled. "I love you,"

"I love you too,"

Not really knowing why you wanted to, you met his lips momentarily, earning a somewhat shy smile from him. "What was that for?". You shrugged, smiling back. "I just felt like it,"

He pulled you closer to him than you already were, his hands on your waist before kissing you again. This time it lasted longer, and soon the both of you had almost completely forgotten where you were. It felt like you suddenly had millions more nerve endings, his fingers leaving trails of fire on your skin, jumbling your thoughts.

You almost didn't notice when Jackson entered the room. Getting off your boyfriend's lap slightly breathlessly, Jackson realised what was happening.

He smiled. "Sorry to interrupt, don't mind me, I'm just getting my water bottle," he walked across the room, picking up the bottle in question, giving the both of you a small wave before leaving.

Silence ensued before Youngjae leaned towards you, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Let's go to my room,"

~ bambam ~ The wind rustled leaves and played with strands of your hair as you walked in the park with your boyfriend and his friends. They'd been practicing a lot the past few days, and you decided you should all go and get some fresh air.

Bambam held your hand as you walked in silence a little way in front of the others, before suddenly pulling you with him off the path.

"Bam...! Where-,"

"Somewhere," he replied, bringing you around some trees and into an area of the park you hadn't been to before. It was really pretty, with flowers on the bushes surrounding and on some trees above.

"Wow," you said, quietly, looking around.

"I found it a week ago and knew I wanted to bring you here," he explained, smiling, removing his hand from yours and slipping his arm around your waist.

"Thanks. It's beautiful,"

"Like someone I know,"

"Really?" you asked, pretending to be confused. "Is there someone I should know about?"

He laughed softly, turning you to face him and pulling you closer. "Yes. She's standing in front of me right now,"

Smiling and blushing, you gave him a quick kiss before he returned it, and it was like the both of you were in your own personal bubble, before it popped.

The other members found your hiding spot, resulting in them stumbling upon the both of you standing in the middle of it.

"Oh my god," "Get a rOOm,"

~ yugyeom ~ He tried to keep his eyes off you as you intently watched the movie on the television. You had stolen his sweatshirt earlier that day, and Yugyeom tried not to be affected too much by the way it looked on you, but his efforts did nothing to calm him down.

*** Yugyeom carried you in his arms and back towards his bedroom because you'd begun to fall asleep. Your protests didn't stop him, though, because he didn't want you to be tired the next morning.

You both sat next to each other in the dark room. "I'm not even that sleepy," you told him.

"We're getting up early tomorrow, remember?"

"I'm not a kid," you replied, looking away from him. You heard him sigh and there were a few moments of silence. "Are you mad at me?"

You reluctantly shook your head and turned back to him. "Not really. I'm glad to have such a caring boyfriend,". He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap and resting his chin on your shoulder. "You... you look really cute in my shirt,"

You giggled and he could feel the sound through your back. It made him blush. "That's why you couldn't stop looking at meeee?"

"Mhmm," he replied. Suddenly feeling like teasing him, you had a cheeky smile on your face as you spoke. "Do you want to take it off?"

You felt him stiffen behind you before gripping your sides and pulling you back onto the bed, leaning towards you. "Only if you want me to," he replied, half-jokingly, to tease you back. 

Now you both had no idea who was serious and were both just staring at each other in the dark. Frustrated, you reached out, pulling him towards you, before your lips found his.

Your boyfriend was nearly hovering over you, and you were halfway lying on your back when you were both loudly interrupted by Bambam. “Gyeom where the heck is my-” he stopped in his tracks as Yugyeom let go of you and sat up.

 “What the-... everyone here needs holy water,” he ended, before stepping backwards and leaving the both of you to it.

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[x-spooks]

Just Right. (Got7 AU) Ep. 3

We’re skipping back to your POV. You’re getting ready for your performance.

A phone screen was shoved in your face, "Dad wants to talk to you." Gun said with a pleased tone. You glanced to the make-up artist who was hiding the pink in your skin with blueish grey, "One moment please," you asked as you took the phone. He nodded and stepped away to give you a little privacy. "Dad?" You asked politely while taking in your transformation. You looked like you had just stepped out of a warring fairy vs. demon manga. Your navy hair was styled in soft beach waves with random braids through out. It was tugged into a half up, half down situation. The purple circle lens weren't only making your eyes itch. They were freaking you out. Your dad's voice ripped you out of your thoughts. "Inez-Mi," his dad tone gave away everything. 1.) He was livid. 2.) He was about to pull out his I'm-in-charge card. 3.) You were fucked. "You are going to do as I say without complain and without faltering even a step." You looked away from your reflection and up to Gun's satisfied face, annoyed. "It wasn't as horrific as Gun had explained." You offered in your defense. "Do not interrupt me!" He yelled. You narrowed your new creepy eyes on Gun and mouthed I'm going to kill you. He got the messaged and took a half step back. "You will offer your gold cuff while making a promise of protection from yourself and others. You will extend your hand and kiss the palm while bowing deeply to JB." "What!" You leapt out of the make-up chair keeping your eyes fixed on Gun, "No." You snapped in English. "The reverse offering is for a Temple not some prick I already said sorry too." "You will do as you are told." He growled in Hangul. "It is arranged." Click. You briefly glanced at the screen to see if he had really hung up on you. Yep. Your eyes returned to Gun. Tears of rage threatened to ruin your make-up. You looked up to the ceiling while extending your hand with his phone in it. He reached out to grab it but You let it slip from your fingers. The loud hollow crunch of metal and cracking of glass might've made you smile in any other situation. "Was that necessary?" Song-I annoyingly high voice demanded. She walked further into the green room tent in her modern take of the Korean Goddess, Hae-Soo. She gracefully sat herself in a chair. You were about to comment on Song-I existence not being necessary when Gun spoke up, "Nyx's eyes aren't used to her contacts." He knelt and snatched his phone off the floor. He expected it carefully as he rose. "It'll take time." "Like everything else," Song-I huffed. Her honey brown eyes fixed on You. Ignoring her, You finally looked at your reflection. Everything was still in place. You sat back in the chair. The make-up artist came back over to finish his masterpiece. It only took another twenty minutes before he was done. He slid the last layer of black liquid lipstick across your pouters lips. "Try not to smile or bump your lips together until it dries," he advised with a smile. You bowed to him in thanks. "Goddess's don't bow to mere mortals," he joked as he stepped aside so You could see your reflection. You completely forgot what he had told you as you took yourself in. Your mouth dropped open. You were unrecognizable. You looked like one of those gorgeous slightly scary fae warriors. The shire navy/purple fabrics which cuffed your wrists and draped up to your shoulders of your Greek Goddess costume caught the light beautifully. Your costume played with the fine line of feminine and warrior. If Xena and Disneys Hades had a baby, it would look just like you. All the gold accents were silver expect the wide hammered cuff arm bracelet. A crescent moon was engraved in its center. You tilted your head side to side to take it all in. Your smile was so white compared to your skin. You suddenly wished you had snap in fangs. Maybe next time. "Don't forget this." You turned to see Minyoung in her Eopsin costume with Nyx's crown in her gold painted hands. Her red gown and hair pin were far more traditional than Song-I’s Hae-Soo. You bent low at the knees to help Eopsin place the crown on your head. It was less of a laurel wreath and more of a delicate silver tiara with a crescent moon dangling just above the middle of your brows. There were deep sapphires and obsidian placed in all the right places. Once it was clipped in, You rose with a soft smile touching your lips, "Thank you." "Five minutes!" A random staff member called. Your purple gaze glanced around the room, "Sayuri (Venus) and Suelin (Mazu) where are you?" Authority deepened your voice. The two missing goddesses rushed into the tent. They exchanged an odd look with Hea-Soo (Song-I). "Please." You motioned for everyone to come to the middle of the tent. "Even staff." Your black gladiator sandals walked to the center of the forming crowd. You couldn’t help rolling her eyes at Hea-Soo (song-i) and a few staff members who stayed where they were. "I want to thank you all so much for your time and energy. Goddess wouldn't exist without your determination, patience, and kindness. I will not let you down!" You called over the hum of excitement forming in the tent. Hea-soo (song-i) stood saying something under her breath and left. You arched a well manicured navy brow in suspicion. But the excitement of the tent spilled over you. "Fighting!" You wrapped your right arm around Mazu (Suelin) shoulders, who grabbed Venus's (Sayuri), who motioned for Eopsin (Minyoung). Eopsin (minyoung) came through the crowd to the center. She let Venus (sayuri) captured her with one arm while the other caught hold of your waist. You bowed forward, "Thank you." You whispered to your members. "Mazu remember to take a long breath on the second chorus." Mazu nodded. Your eyes moved to Venus, "Don't let Hae-soo steal your light." You tried to be firm, but causal. "She isn't our sun." "Two minutes!" You smiled to Eopsin, "Fighting?" "Fighting." They broke the circle with a loud fighting. You led the way out of the tent. The stylist team tweaked all of your costumes as Goddess approached the stage. Hae-soo fell into line at the last possible second. You narrowed your eyes on her. She was going to have to be put in her place. So Stupid, you thought annoyed.   JYP walked past Goddess with a nod of approval. Everyone bowed deeply. He stopped just in front of you. He took in your revealing costume with greedy eyes, "Ready?" He asked plainly. You rose from your bow and met his eyes, "We shall do our best." "Let's hope so." He commented dryly as he scaled the steps and found his mark on the stage. The spot light followed him to where he was standing, "Hello everyone," he smiled. The buzz of the crowd turned into a roar. You looked to Hae-Soo making sure she hadn't run off again. She was still there. "Oh...the sun is setting." JYP's voice took on an awed tone. What an actor, You thought sarcastically as he continued to introduce them. Eopsin, Hae-soo, Mazu then Venus flowed to the stage with a calmness that only experience offered. They spoke to Temple and the press. The staff ushered you to a platform under the stage that would spring you up and out from the darkest part. You were to land in the middle under a beam of purple light. The sun was just dipping under the Han river when a random staff member cued you. A smile took over your features while you crouched down. The mechanics let loose, jolting you up and out. You landed in a super hero stance a few centimeters from the edge of the stage as if the platform was wired to fling you into the crowd.

The crowd screamed with excitement.

You slowly rose to your full height. The purple beam rushed to light your silhouette. You tried to be un-faze, but your heart was suddenly sputtering from fear. "Who dare summon the Goddess of Night and Mother of the most gruesome Monsters?!" You yelled in Hangul to the crowd and whipped around to your fellow members. Venus was under a pink light and Hae-soo was under yellow. They both flinched back scared while Mazu under white stepped forward, "Sister," she slightly bowed, "we summoned you." The other Goddesses followed suit. "Why?" you growled low into your mic. Eopsin's red beam of light shifted as she rose from her bow with a sad expression, "We need you. We need guidance and protection." She stepped forward. "We lost Hera." Venus offered remembering her line. Venus refused to look at you. You walked towards Hae-Soo and stopped just before your beam of light touched Hers. You cocked your head to the side. "A Goddess of the Sun, of Love, of Wealth, and a Queen of the Heavens."  You looked to all the Goddesses with little interest. You turned to the crowd and slowly strolled to the spot where you were supposed to land. "Shall I aid them?" You asked sincerely. "Do they deserve my protection?" You crouched down towards the crowd whispering into your mic. You looked over your shoulder suspiciously to the Goddesses. Temple was cheering yes. ”They do...?" You asked doubtful. Your eyes moved back to the crowd, "What of my Guidance? Do they deserve it?" Temple screamed yes. "As you wish my Temple." You said reluctantly and with such disdain. The music was cued. The five beams of light shot out to the crowd. They landed on random Temples expect Yours. Yours was bulls eyed on JB’s chest who was of course at the back. Luckily the beams were scattered so it didn't look like yours was too deliberate. The stage lights were switched off. You slowly stood up. The other Goddesses exited the stage the way they had entered. The lights were flicked back to life. To an empty stage besides you. You walked to the edge of the stage and did a front flip off. You landed just in front of the barrier. Temple gasped and awed at your little trick. You hopped over the metal barrier with four body guard in tow. They were dress as monsters with gore prostatic and black cloaks covering their clothes. The crowd gladly parted for you, the other Goddess's and their guards on their way to their randomly picked Temples.

[yyparkq]

MASTERPIECE

character: park jinyoung x reader

word count:1.6k

summary: you coax park jinyoung into being your nude model for finals requirement

a/n: oh my god i feel so dirty while writing this. this is my first ever smut fanfic ever written and it took all the mental energy i have saved for this weekend to write this. i hope you guys like it.

warning: unprotected sex, please only do it with your trusted s/o!

part 2 of 2

The moment you saw Jinyoung enter the party place you are in, you swore he won’t be able to say no this time. Midterms have just started and it means you have to start working on your piece as soon as possible.

After drowning the remaining liquid in your glass, you grabbed another two on your way to Jinyoung’s direction. You smiled sweetly at him and handed him a drink. He’s looking so much hotter with his hair neatly brushed up and his dress shirt slightly folded up in sleeves. 

Jinyoung eyed you interestingly, a smirk briefly tugging at one corner of his lips before he took a sip from the glass “The answer is still no.” You have been really persistent and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy your constant bugging. 

You faked a hurt expression, your shoulders dramatically slumping and leaning against the bar to emphasize your disappointment. Lately, you’ve been considering a proposal to Jinyoung—which you were not completely sure you can do let alone speak to him with your own tongue. You wanted this, though. So you have to at least ask him. 

You swayed your hand holding the glass of liquor, circling the contents inside to hide your trembling. You looked over at Jinyoung who is now eyeing the dancefloor. His eyes gleam at every flicker of the party lights. You scooped closer to him and placed your lips near his ear. “How about we both go naked while I paint you?” you whispered to him using all of the remaining confidence that you have. You just wish you seemed as sultry as you hope you’d be when you did it. 

Jinyoung’s eyes widened in surprise but it was constantly replaced with a dark and hazy expression. He turned to you, slightly tilting his head to one side, and grabbed you by the waist. “Baby girl, you could have saved yourself all the troubles if you made that proposal from the very start,” he said as he moved his hand dangerously lower on your back. “When do you need to see me naked?” 

You’ve been so worried about merely telling him about your idea that you didn’t think he’d actually agree to it. You blushed and chewed on your lower lip to suppress a wide grin, you’re supposed to keep your seductive aura in front of him to not make him regret the position he’s gotten himself into. “Are you free tomorrow then?” you asked, feigning innocence as you traced a finger along his torso. He stared straight into your eyes for a moment and followed the patterns you draw against the material of his shirt. God, you’re liking the expression on his face. 

It was his time to whisper in your ear now, earning a hitch in your breath because of your closeness. “How about we start being naked tonight and you can paint me nude tomorrow?” 

“Well that’s the most sensible thing you ever said to me since we met.” you chuckled and grabbed his hand. “Let’s get out of here.” 

The drive to your apartment was swift. All the while, Jinyoung was keeping a hand on your thighs, caressing it. You can’t believe you finally coaxed Jinyoung into being your nude model. All those weeks of pestering him were worth it, and now you even get to be laid by the gorgeous man on the driver’s seat. Is this what they call hitting two birds with one stone? 

Jinyoung’s lips came crashing down yours as soon as you closed the door of your apartment behind you. He kissed you eagerly, one hand holding your cheek and the other hiking up the hem of your dress. He caressed the back of your thighs up and down repeatedly and he lingered a little too long at the place where your rear connected to your core. “Jinyoung~” you moaned against his mouth. You were reminded of the hot makeout session you both had in one of the college parties you attended. Why you hesitated to let this man take you before, you have no idea because right now all he makes you is wet and wanting for more.

You gasped for air when he momentarily left your mouth and shifted his attention to your neck, nipping and sucking as hard as he pleased. He pulled down the thin strap of your dress as soon as he reached your collarbone and you placed your arms around his neck as his hand continued to caress one of your thighs that is now leveraged around his waist. “Up,” he commanded and you let him scoop up your remaining leg that was still planted on the floor. You could feel his hardness poking at your core as you circle your legs around his waist being constrained in the material of his khakis. “Which door has the bed?” he asked as he pulled away from your skin.

You brushed your hair to one side of your shoulder as he walked across your place. “First door.” you murmured against his lips before unbuttoning his shirt and starting to kiss him again. You just can’t get enough of the taste of his luscious lips on yours, you can’t imagine how great it would feel if they are inside you. Just the thought of him in between your thighs sets your core ablaze. 

As soon as you entered the bedroom, Jinyoung reached to your side, unzipping your flimsy party dress. He briefly set you down, letting your dress pool around your feet on the floor. You had to hold him by the shoulder because his ministrations have been sucking all your strength. 

Jinyoung stared at your body, admiring how your breasts stood firm in front of him making his mouth water. “God, you’re beautiful, Y/N”. You flushed when you realized you were only wearing your panties while he’s still fully clothed in front of you. 

“But this is unfair,” you muttered as you reached out to him to remove his dress shirt and you fumbled as you reached his belt because of the attention he’s now giving your two peaks. He kneads one with his hand and he takes another in his gorgeous mouth, sucking and circling and occasionally grazing his tongue around your nipples. “Fuck, Jinyoung.” you helplessly moaned loudly. This seemed to please Jinyoung even more as he started sucking your breasts a little harder while removing the last piece of clothing that was left of your body. You couldn’t take it anymore, 

He set you on the bed and started giving sloppy kisses to your breasts as he fucks your core with his fingers. Looking down on him, you briefly realized that his previously neatly styled hair is now a mess because of all your pulling. Nonetheless, he looked nothing less than a sex god himself. 

He then pulled on both of your legs and positioned his face in front of your throbbing core. You were dripping juices and Jinyoung looked at your sex hungrily. He stared directly into your eyes as he slightly blew hot air to your core. The sensation sent you over the moon. Jinyoung didn’t waste any time devouring your pussy, he started licking your folds making you throw your head back and hard against the pillows. You cannot help but buck your hips up to bring your core closer to his face. His tongue did wonderful to your sex and he’s hitting all the right places with his fingers inside you with an additional tingling from the tip of his nose that pokes your clit every once and a while. 

Just when you’re about to get your release, he stops pumping his fingers into you, leaving you groaning in frustration. You didn’t realize when he got rid of his pants and undergarments until he grabbed a hold of his shaft and traced it between your folds, lubricating himself with your essence. You were a moaning mess, urging him to stop with the teasing and to take you already but he suddenly stopped moving. 

You opened your eyes and saw his face so close to yours, his eyes searching for something in yours. Approval? You uncurled your fists and reached for either side of his face, about to kiss him to erase his doubts. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asks you, slight hesitation evident in his eyes. How could he be such a gentleman when he could just fuck you senselessly right there and then and you wouldn’t even beg for him to stop. 

“Yes. Take me, Jinyoung.” you breathed and he crashed his lips into yours. You smiled into his kiss, appreciating his gentleness until you feel him sheath himself inside of you. He let you adjust for him for a few seconds until you started to move your body, signaling him to join you in a rhythm only you could make out of your bodies. 

His gentle thrusts soon got deeper and harder. Your toes curl with the sensation Jinyoung is able to give you and you fist your hand in the sheets and on the hair on his nape alternately. You were a moaning mess under him. With every thrust, he groaned into your neck and chanted your name like a prayer. He continued to bury himself into you until you finally clenched around him. 

“Jinyoung, I- I’m c- close.” you stuttered. 

He grunted and thrust deeper. “Cum for me, Y/N.” 

You let go of your release and Jinyoung followed you shortly after. He continued moving inside you, both riding your highs. 

Jinyoung collapsed on top of you without withdrawing himself. You are both panting and in a daze of what just happened. You felt Jinyoung kiss your shoulder and his dick twitched inside of you causing a short squeal from your hypersensitiveness. 

“Oh my god, Park Jinyoung.” you stared at his face wide-eyed. You can’t believe he’s getting aroused again. 

He chuckled and massaged your butt with his hands. “I guess you’ll be starting your requirement later than planned.”

Part 1

[cdrey508]

STAY (Ongoing) - STAY - CHAPTER 10 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/2ImRBUusN7 All I want is someone who'll stay with me no matter how hard it is to be with me. Is this finally a chance for me to find her? Is she really the girl who'll stay with me despite of my flaws and imperfections? Is she really.. 'The One?'

Chapter 10 is up!!

[storiesfortheseoul]

Masterlist

My list is short now, but that will gradually change.

~Enjoy!~

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Mark:

JB:

Youngjae:

Jinyoung:

Jackson:

BamBam:

Even If We're Miles Apart •fluff•

Yugyeom:

[little-jyp]

Title: Let the Games Begin (CH 15 - It Takes Time) - AFF and AO3 Length: Chaptered On-Going Genre: Non-AU Rating: NC-17 Pairing: OT7 (with some focus on certain pairings) Summary: After their latest v app video in a hotel room, GOT7 has got some time on their own and feels a bit bored. They decide to play a game of truth or dare. It starts out rather simple, but sometimes things might go a bit too far.

This one feels kinda bad because it's more of a filler chapter. Maybe 2Jae fans will be happy though. Sorry for taking so long >-<

[moonbearpie]

Wing Man Chapter 3

-Minseok- "Wow Minseok, your voice is amazing." One of the female trainees told me as we walked out of vocal practice. "Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." I walked away from them and took out my phone to call Misook. Surprisingly she answered right away. "Hey cousin how's it going?" "Minseok can you come see me?" "Why?" "It's really important." "Okay where are you?"

-Author- "Misook...how did this happen?" They both stared down at the wig stuck in nasty, wet mud. "See the thing is, I took it off and then a truck came by and I dropped it and now it's there." "Did you do this on purpose?" "What?" Misook looked up at Minseok confused but he still looked down at the wig. "Did you do this so you wouldn't haven't have to go to the school?" "Minseok, why would I do that?" "Because I forced you to go. You could have just said no." She pushed his shoulder, making him look at her and she could see his eyes a little watery. "Minseok I said yes for a reason. I want to help you." "But what now, you can't go back to the school looking like this." She looked down at her hair and let out a deep breath. "Come on." She walked past him and he quickly followed. "Where are we going?"

-Misook-

"Misook are you sure about this?" "No but do it. Just do it before I change my mind." I closed my eyes and flinched a little when I heard a snapping sound. "Oh god." I kept my eyes closed so I wouldn't cry. I love my hair but I feel like it was my fault that I dropped the wig and I wasn't going to wear it again after it was in all that crap. I felt the chair spin around and the man cutting my hair said.

"You can open your eyes now." When I opened them I began to cry. "Misook what wrong?" "I look like you." I pointed at him and cried out. "Isn't that the point?" "Shut up." I stood up and handed the barber the money before walking out of the barbershop. "Mi you know you didn't have to do that?" "Yes, yes I did. But you know what that means?" "What?" I grabbed him by the collar. "You are going to become an idol. There is no giving up, no slacking and if you don't make it I will kill you. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am." "Good," I let him go, "now go home. I need to get back to school because I start my classes tomorrow."

-Bam Bam- We all turned our heads to the door when he heard it open. "Oh looks who's back." Jackson called out. "Minseok, I don't know if you know but this school has a curfew, you made it by 10 minutes." I told him so this wouldn't happen again. "Thanks." He said in a cold voice and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door. "What wrong with him?" "I don't know Yugyeom, maybe he's still pissed off about you guys calling him a girl." "Hey we never called him a girl, we just said he kinda looks like one."

-Misook- "Okay bye guys I'll see you tomorrow." My roommate said bye to his friends as I continued to put my things up. I could hear him walking up the steps to my level but I didn't turn around because I was still a little pissed off. I mean I know it's none of his fault that my hair was now gone but I don't want to talk to anyone. You don't understand how long I've been growing my hair out after Minseok cut my ponytail off when I was 5, my hair meant a lot to me. And not that I think about it, it's always his fault I have to cut it. That punk ass. "Minseok do you need any help?" "No thank you. I'm almost done anyway." "Okay well I'm going to sleep. Class starts at 7:30 okay, you should wake up early so you can get breakfast." I finally turned around and smiled at him because I know I was being kinda rude. "Thank you Bam Bam. You're a really cool roommate." I turned back around to finish. "You're welcome. But ummm Minsook?" "Yeah?" "Why are these in your bag?" -Bam Bam- "What?" He turned around and saw the tampon box I pulled out of his suitcase. "Th-those? Those weren't in my bag." "Yes they were." He stood up and took them from my hand. "My umm sister must have put them in here. We packed our bags together. She must have placed them in the wrong bag. Or she might have wanted to play a prank on me. Haha." "Your sisters weird." "Yeah. She sure is. I'll return these to her later." He threw them into his bag, shaking his head. "Well goodnight." "Goodnight."

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Into the dreams - Buckle up (part 3) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/snxtVW07OT

What happens when a fangirl’s favourite idol suddenly shows up in front of her.. 

When a girl dedicates everything for a man, it's not always love. Sometimes it's the unparalleled respect and care. Just a wish for someone to reach the pinnacle... She might look crazy, but she is not. Because he is her center of universe, not because she loves him, but because of the respect her heart feels for him. Her craving to know every single thing about him and be the greatest friend he could ever have are things that make her who she is because she knows that the moment this desire in her heart dies, there won't be anything left to make her live. She would be nothing more than a living body with a dead heart....

[yugfics]

Heather  mark tuan (sad)

/you wish you were Heather/

You were running to school.

One, because it'd started raining on your way there and you'd forgotten your umbrella. Two, because you were late.

By the time you entered the school building you were soaked. Not so much that your clothes stuck to your body but still enough that you looked stupid. Reaching your classroom, you sighed and pushed open the door, knowing full well that everyone's attention would be on you, even his.

"So glad you decided to join us," your teacher said sarcastically as you closed the door behind you.

After mumbling an excuse you went to your seat next to Mark, your crush. That was probably the only moment that you regretted sitting next to him. I look terrible and he can see it clearly.

As the lesson went on, you began to shiver, wishing you hadn't forgotten your jacket as well during your rush. While you were wondering how to not freeze to death, you heard a voice from beside you.

"Hey,"

You turned to see Mark leaning towards you, sweater in his outstretched hand. "Wear this," he told you, and you took it with a quiet "Thank you,"

Blushing, you put it on, trying not to look how you felt on the inside. It was warm, and smelled like him. You loved it and wondered if this was the beginning of the both of you getting closer.

When class ended he got up and left the class with his friends, and you hurriedly picked your bag and followed him outside, having expected him to ask for his sweater back.

"Mark," you called when you reached him, and he turned around. "Oh, yes?" he asked, as his friends continued walking ahead of him.

"You... your sweater?" you asked nervously.

"No, it's okay, you can keep it." he replied, smiling, and you wondered how such a popular boy could still be so kind. "It looks better on you than it does me,"

You blushed and smiled. After a moment of waiting for him to say something, the sound of heels clacking on the hallway floor interrupted the both of you.

Turning around, you realised it was her. Heather. She always had to make everyone look at her, even though she was casually walking towards her locker. You knew she wasn't trying to catch everyone's attention, she just did.

You watched your crush's eyes leave yours and follow her figure as she walks by. She was definitely pretty, a sight for sore eyes, and the vibes she radiated were probably brighter than the even bluest of skies.

She's got you mesmerised. While I die.

Mumbling something of a goodbye, you walked away from him as he'd obviously forgotten you existed.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even HALF as pretty.

You felt down the rest of the day.

*** Laying on your bed, you clutched Mark's sweater close to your chest and stared at the ceiling. Maybe... maybe if you were nice and tried to get closer to him he'd notice you more, and you could be friends. Even if you couldn't be anything more, you'd be satisfied with that at least.

Closing your eyes, you decided you'd try the next day.

*** It was after school, and you hadn't gotten the chance to speak to Mark the whole day. He'd switched places with his friend in the class where you sat next to him, so your main chance of speaking to him had disappeared.

Other than that, he was always in conversation with his friends, and they kind of intimidated you.

Now, as you walked towards the school entrance so you could walk home, wearing his sweater in the hopes that he'd recognise you, you felt like giving up completely.

Walking down the steps, your eyes landed on a tall figure who was standing at the bottom, looking like he was waiting for something.

Mark.

Taking steps slightly faster, you wondered what you were going to say when you reached him. Something you saw, though, made you stop in your tracks.

Heather appeared by his side and he smiled down at her as she held his hand. He put his arm 'round her shoulder, and despite the sweater, you began to get colder. They looked so perfect together.

Sad anger built up inside of you, but you let it out with a breath. How could you hate her? She's such an angel.

But then again, kinda wish she were dead.

You slowly continued down the steps, your eyes not leaving the both of them as she told him something and he took a sweater out of his bag, handing it to her before she pulled it over herself.

Tears began to form in your eyes and you reached the bottom, walking in the direction opposite of where they stood, taking off the sweater you'd been wearing and feeling stupid.

He gave her his sweater. It's just polyester, but he likes her better.

Wish I were heather.

[x-spooks]

Just Right. (Got7 AU) Ep. 1

This is going to be a tugboat of a love storyline. Your name is Inez-Mi. Your stage name is Nyx. You’re the newest member of an existing K-Pop girl group, Goddess, who happens to be under JYP. You’re replacing the leader who left abruptly and under shh, shh, circumstances. This is my first post so if you have questions/concerns/comments please fell free. 

Sweat ran trails down the curvature of your neck, disappearing under the collar of your plain black T. It clung to your tacky skin leaving nothing to the imagination. Your chest heaved as your lungs were forced to take sharp scorching breaths. You were definitely questioning your sanity as you stared at your reflection and those of your fellow members. You weren't Asian slim. You weren't build for show. You weren't quite athletic either. Nope. You were comparing yourself to the 4'10" to 5'5", 90 to 100lbs, flawless Koreans, Chinese, and Japanese dolls. The instructor snapped his fingers. "Nyx, you're delayed half a step." He voiced annoyed in Hangul. "I'll improve." You breathed. Your smoky gray eyes met his black ones. You lowered your gaze and bowed deeply.  He narrowed his eyes while a hiss of disbelief left his thin lips. Mister Cho had made his disapproval painfully clear. Specially in front of your fellow members and the big wigs.  If it wasn't for your father's reputation and name you would've bounced after two days. But you were a Moon. A daughter of an Idol turned famous producer/Actor who gave his free time to excel a company he was a board member to, JYP Entertainment.  You rose from your bow.  "Again." Mister Cho demanded. Over dramatized groans filled the practice room. A Korean member, Song-I, mouthed a few curses about you being a foreigner and something about choking you to death.  A laugh busted from your pouters lip. You weren't one to flex, but you wouldn't take anything physical from anyone specially Song-I dramatic whiny no having ass.  "Moon Inez-Mi!" Mister Cho yelled. "Are you wasting all of our time?" Your laugh died in the back of your throat at hearing your full name, "No, Sir." You military straightened your spine.  "Everyone dismissed expect Nyx." He growled with impatience, "You stay here until you get it right."  You nodded refusing to get upset. You bit hard on your inner lip until you tasted iron. You waited until everyone was long gone before you let your frustration leave you. Your lungs took in a long stinging pull of air. Instead of trying to break your knuckles against the wall of mirrors, You counted backwards from hundred letting your breath leave your chest slowly.  After a good five minutes, You walked over to the sound system and snatched up the remote. You stabbed the play button. Music pumped out of the giant speakers arranged in the far corners. You started to do the mind numbingly simple steps. You felt like such a sale out to your gender. Women in history fought tooth and nail to not be seen as walking sex and how you were flushing their progress down the toilet.  With every movement your voluminous curves gave way more than your full Asian members.  You needed to talk to your Dad.  You shoved all those thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. Listening closely to the music you continued to dance. You sighed at your reflection after dancing to the same track fifteen times. But You finally got the timing right. Your hands found your slim waist. You did a side turn. You stared at your side profile through the mirrors. Your butt and bust were big even with the tight sports wear. You kinda wished you took after your dad more. But your mom's Mesoamerican/north-western European genes were definitely dominate at least in you.  Your eyes were large, circular with smoky gray iris and a deep double lid. Your  skin tone was pale with pink undertones. A body that definitely had a Mexican flare. You did have your dad's full pouty lips, delicate nose and his cheek bones.  You shook your head. "Fuck this." You sighed in English. You weren't ever going to be one of them. Movement caught your attention. You assumed it was your Dad checking in. He did it from time to time making all the other girls swoon. You let out another sigh, before masking your frustration. "Dad, your avid admirer are not here." Your perfect pitched Hangul voice was stinky with sweet sarcasm.  "Dad?"  Through the mirror, your eyes settled on a much younger man. He was handsome in a classic Korean drama way. It was then you noticed a few other guys staring in at you over his broad shoulders. They were all handsome in their own right. Your face went from white to scarlet in your embarrassment. You bowed deeply as you turned to face them. You tried to recall their names. "Please. Forgive my tone." You rose as she spoke in Hangul. K-Drama onyx eyes were cold as he took you in. You forced your expression to stay neutral. "I did not mean to be disrespectful." You tacked on. "Moon's daughter?" The tallest one asked not to you, but to K-Drama who had casually leaned in the door jam.  He nodded slowly with a blank expression, but his eyes were steady and unyielding.  Had you pissed him off before?  "You must need the room." You forced yourself to blink so you wouldn't be staring at their stunning faces. GOT7, you suddenly remembered. "Please excuse me. I will leave you be." You rushed over to the equipment stand and set the remote back.  "I heard you can do gymnastics?" One asked in perfect English.  You glanced over your shoulder and nodded slightly, "I did participate when I was younger." You confessed in Hangul as you turned towards the sound of a masculine voice. Mark. Of course, you would remember the only American other than yourself. Well that was a lie you had a duel citizenship. He slipped past K-Drama and did a front aerial like it was as easy as touching his toes. He landed a few feet away from you.  A smile took over your features as you gently clapped. Your embarrassment started to melt away. You took a good four steps forward and force your body to preform a back flip. You landed it out of pure muscle memory. You even did the proper posture for sticking it. You shook her head at your silliness. "I am Goddess's Nyx." You bowed again. A few loose strands of navy blue hair fell into your eyes and framed your face. You rose to see the members who were in the hall were now in the dance studio. K-drama didn't budge. He was still leaning against the width of the door observing.

Mark's smile could be heard in his voice as he introduced the members that were present. "The one still in the doorway is Jinyoung. Yugyeom is the tall one. That's Jackson."

You slightly bowed your head to Jinyoung and Yugyeom. 

When your eyes moved to Jackson, he did a front flip so strong he landed in the super hero pose. 

A genuine laugh left you as you slow clapped, "I wager your admirers appreciate it extremely." She teased in Hangul.

"You know it." He smiled as he rose from his stance. 

K-drama aka Jinyoung voice killed the mood, "Mark." 

"Hmm?" Mark glanced over to the door.

Jinyoung made the slightest motions that you barely see out from the corner of your eye.

"Are you following me?" You were suddenly distracted by the sting of annoyance in your older brother and New Manager of Goddess, voice as it seeped into the dance studio from the hall.  "Why would I follow you?" A deep male voice countered with venom sharpening his every syllable. "I belong here. You. You're just the spoiled brat to a withered idol who hasn't got it through his thick skull his time has long since past." Jinyoung slammed the door. Not only shutting himself out into the hall, but also silencing the argument.  "I don't know who that is, but they're in for a rude awakening." You dropped your beyond proper Hangul and picked up your American English. You started for the door. "That's our leader." Mark offered slightly annoyed himself.  You stopped in mid-step. "What?" You glanced over to him.  "Let me apology for him. JB and your Father aren't fans of each other." He offered hesitantly.  "It boiled over today." Jackson offered.  Your eyes went to Jackson then to the door while you wondered what had happened between JB and your dad. Everyone loved your dad or so you thought.  A sharp clap gathered all of their attention, "While they finish their yelling contest let's see who can land the most moves." Yugyeom suggested in Hangul, "I'll keep score."  "I'm in." Jackson and Mark said in unison. Their attention moved to you once you didn’t say anything. Jackson started to do a pleading puppy dog thing with his face. Mark smiled the sweetest smile and Yugyeom was laying the aegyo on thick. You playfully rolled your eyes while shaking your head. "The one with the least amounts of completions must purchase ice cream." You challenged in Hangul as you walked to the far side of the room. Sounds of agreement shot into the air.  "Are we to perform the exact combination or a particular combination we have the most success with?" You called over your shoulder. "Best at." They agreed.  "No simple combinations." You shot out in a playfully stern tone. You turned your back to the wall. You only had to wait a few seconds for Jackson and Mark to be next to you. "Ladies before gentlemen." You smiled. You took in a deep breath and made your Nikes do a few quick steps to get momentum. You forced your body to do a roundoff back tuck. You stuck it only to be abruptly face to face with a man who was beyond pissed. Your light eyes quickly took in his features. Two beauty marks above his left eye. His handsome features were set in a brooding expression. You would bet he always looked slightly intimidating. The little girl in you was instantly attracted. Like how you would fall for the rich bad boy in all those mangas you read in your pre-teens.  You saw your brother was shoulder to shoulder with him from your peripheral. Well, as close as a 6'3" could be to a 5'11".  You smiled a polite smile, but blatantly ignoring their combined attitude and turned on the heels of your Nikes. "Who proceeding?" "Inez-Mi." Your brothers voice was firm. "Il-Gun." You turned to face him but continued walking backwards towards Mark and Jackson.  "Its time to go." He spoke in Hangul through clenched teeth.  You didn't stop walking, "Sweet, smooth, satisfying ice cream is the reward." You voiced in Hangul as you felt the wall at your back. You leaned against it in a relaxed pose. You looked to Mark and Jackson then simply motioned for the next one to go.  They didnt budge. You looked to the man next to your brother. You tried to keep your face neutral. His dark gaze locked onto her gray ones. If looks could kill. His kicked out chin and grimacing lips would make anyone with sense scurry.  But did you have any? Nope. Your American arrogance kicked in. "Most honorable Lim Jae-Beom," You said in your sweetest Hangul tone, "you're going to receive lock jaw if you keep clenching your teeth and pushing out your chin like such." Your foreigner feature were set in a concerned expression. Mark, Jackson, and Yugyeom burst out laughing but quickly zipped their lips under JBs murderous stare. Jinyoung disguised his laugh as an awkward cough somewhere out of sight.  "Now!" Gun snapped.  You leaned off the wall unfazed by his anger and started towards them. You turned on your heels but continued to walk backwards "Forfeit means you owe me bubble tea." You smiled speaking English to Mark, Jackson and Yugyeom. Jackson confirmed with a kind expression. Mark flashed his famous smile and nodded. Yugyeom was red from trying to hold in his laughter. You turned and stopped in your steps. You were a few feet from the brooding twins. You bowed to JB and Gun, "It was a honor to meet you and please excuse my disobedience I did not mean to be disrespectful," You slowly rose with a soft demeanor. You turned at the waist slightly and waved goodbye at the guys. You even made a point to wave to Jinyoung who was casually sitting on the couch behind JB and Gun. His view point was perfect, you thought. He could watch everything unfold without being in the line of fire. You went out into the hall but before Gun shut the door behind him. You heard JB’s deep voice ask, "Why is she speaking like she's a descendant of royalty?" He was definitely angry. You laughed walking ahead of your brother. "Inez," Guns voice filled the hall, "this isn't funny." He growled, "Pissing off JB isn't worth the headache nor the ear full you're going to get from Dad. You need to learn your place." You rolled your eyes hard. "I can't comprehend the reason why?" Your voice caught some of his sassy tone. "Your my Guardian when father is not hovering. So would it not be you who receives father's wrath for not keeping me in my quote unquote place." The squeaking of his teeth grinding meant you had gone too far. "It's on Goddess' schedule for you to get ready for a radio interview." He talked through his teeth.  You stopped in your steps until Gun was beside you, "I’m sorry." Your dared a glance up to Guns’ profile. "I did not intend to shove back so hard." An angry smile took hold of his intimidation features. "Dad didn't risk his neck and name for you to fuck this up. You are now the newest member and Leader of Goddess." He started walking so fast that you could barely keep up. "Start acting like it." You wanted to lash out. To scream at him that you had avoided the Idol path with college and spending time in the state's with our mom. But it wouldn't help you. You would come across as whiney, pathetic, and unmanageable. Gun was right, anyways. Their dad found a way to make lemonade out of a scandalous situation. A situation that was being covered up even within JYP Entertainment. Only the higher ups knew what happened and they weren't talking.  All you were privy to was you were Goddess' Hail Mary pass. JYP Entertainment was going to drop the girl group, when your dad made the move to drag his 'multi-talented' daughter into the mix.  You rolled your eyes hard as you remembered the press release.  You were so lost in thought, you bashed into a slim, tall figure as you rounded the corner, "Excuse me," you bowed your head. "My apologies." Your embarrassment was written on your face as your eyes gazed up to a pair of grey, blue irises.  "No," The well dressed man paused once he saw Gun. He sized him up with a cold expression, "Excuse me. I'm late and wasn't paying attention." His voice was lighter than You would have guessed. He bowed while side stepping. "Its all for show." An amused smile tugged on your lips as you spoke English. Your eyes settled on his handsome face as he rose.  "Nyx?" He asked with a spark of recognition in his eye and finger gun pointing at you. You nodded with a kind smile. You thought of Got7 and remembered Mark and Jackson weren’t the only regular English speaker. "Bam Bam?" You countered. You definitely liked how his expression reflect his mood. There was no way he was Korean.  A cocky smirk took over his full lips.  "You might want to count to ten and mentally prepare yourself." You commented with some regret lingering in your voice.  He arched a well manicured brow in confusion while losing his smile. "I might've," you paused thinking of a nice way to say you straight out disrespected his leader, "danced on JB’s last nerve." His full lips broke into a grin, "No worries." He laughed, "we do it all the time-" "BamBam." Gun voiced annoyed clearly ready to get out of here. He bowed his head in the slightest way. You sighed under your breath, "Gun-Hulk Smash." You felt Guns grip on your wrist. You had to resist ripping it out of his hand. You glanced down at your combined flesh. You were unimpressed. You softened your expression when your eyes found BamBam. "I am behind in my schedule as well it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance," you spoke in Hangul as you bowed again. "Good luck."  Gun started walking while pulling you with him. "You too," BamBam smiled a kind smile that reached his eyes. His expression soured at Gun as you was tugged away. Once you two made it to the elevator, you tore your wrist from his grasp. Your light eyes narrowed as you stabbed your index finger into the up arrow. You wanted to say something, anything clever to make it clear he wasn't your guys Father, but nothing came to mind.  The elevator dinged open.  You got in after Gun. You went to the buttons and poked the floor you needed. While the doors were shutting you saw BamBam watching you two. You smiled a polite smile and waved. 

[kpopimaginethat]

Nice House Chapter 2-Jinyoung (Got7) Fanfic

The day Got7 was set to arrive was a very confusing day for you. You had no idea how to prepare for it. The concept of southern hospitality your mother had ingrained in you since you could do the dishes didn’t seem like enough. You cleaned your house from top to bottom, wondered why you were doing it, and then cleaned it again.

You bought food, and then realized you didn’t even know what they liked. Would they even like Western food? Did they have a cook coming? The only place that delivered was a pizza place and even you couldn’t eat pizza every day. Did they expect you to cook for them day and night? You had text books to read front to back before the first day of classes. If you didn’t do that you would be behind, and you couldn’t fall behind before school even started.

So you asked your friends what boys even liked. You figured before they were Korean they were men, and men liked to eat. You bought everything under the sun. You bought some Asian dishes, but you didn’t want to seem racist or assume anything, so you ended up eating them before they got here.  Hosting is hard. Where was your “southern belle” mother when you needed her?

You woke up at 6 AM because you had a dream that you baked them cookies and they all threw up and had to cancel the whole music video because you food poisoned them. Just a dream; only a dream.

You took a shower and got ready, petrified that they would arrive when you were naked and unaware. It was the fastest shower of your life, and you decided a nice braid would do for the day.  You were presentable by 7AM.

You sat for five minutes before you got bored, so you dusted the living room, and read two chapters out of your pharmacology textbook until you had a sudden fear that every room didn’t have toilet paper. So you went and checked every bathroom…twice.

You didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you felt a sudden shake of your shoulder and whispers in a language you vaguely recognized from the Rosetta Stone tapes you listened to in your car. Unfortunately, you didn’t quite pick up languages like you picked up biochem.

“Mark, you wake her up. She’s your friend’s cousin or whatever. Plus, you’re American. Don’t Americans automatically like other Americans? Isn’t that an Amendment or something?”

English. That was certainly English.

“Yeah, Jackson. That’s the exact wording in the Constitution. No, you dumbass. And she’s my friend’s college roommate. Her name is Y/N, and apparently she’s really stressed right now with law school or something because Carson said not to cause her any trouble.”

“She’s in medical school.”

“What?”

“These are science books. She’s in medical school.”

“Whatever, dude. Just let her be.”

You were too scared to open your eyes, because your mother taught you that eavesdropping was rude. You decided to count to sixty in your head before getting up and pretending to be surprised that they woke you.

“I know you’re awake.”

Your eyes shot open before closing them again tightly to pretend you didn’t hear them.

“I also saw you open your eyes.”

The mysterious voice spoke in broken English, but you still understood every humiliating word he said. You cleared your throat before slowly rising up from your impromptu bed on the living room couch.

“Sorry. I just didn’t want to seem like I was eavesdropping.”

“Easedrpping?”

“Uh, listening in on someone else’s conversation?”

“But this is your house? Weren’t we uhm…eavesdropping on you?”

You looked at the boy and managed to get out a “very good point” before your processed his face.

Oh, what a face.

It wasn’t just a cute face, no, it was special. You’ve seen many cute faces in your life, but none that looked like this. He looked like a prince. Not a prince you knew of, but if there ever was another prince in this world, he should look like this boy.

“I’m Jinyoung. Uhm, thank you for letting, uhm, thanks for letting us stay in your home. We really appreciate it.”

You wish you were a girl who could actually have her shit together in front of a cute boy, but you never possessed that talent. For such an intelligent girl you were never really good at showing off just how smart you were. Your words tended to mix up and you forgot what you were trying to say in the first place. You thought you were bad in college, but this boy was easily the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen.

“I’m sorry. I practiced with Mark, but I must not have gotten it right. Let me try again.”

“No!” you managed to get out. “Sorry, I was just startled to be woken up in such a way. Uhm, you’re welcome? No wait, anibnida? Yeah, anibnida. It’s nothing.”

The boy looked at you with such an amused smile that you thought you had something on your face. You did, but that wasn’t the only reason why he was smiling.

He was smiling because he liked the way your braid went to one side and showed your elegant neck. He was smiling because despite your well put together outfit, your blouse had become untucked from your well pressed pants. He was smiling because you butchered the pronunciation of thank you, but thought it was cute you were trying anyways. He was smiling because the books in front of you made it obvious you were smarter than the average person, but you had highlighter marks on your cheek. You were like some conundrum he never knew he needed to crack until right now, and he was suddenly happy he had two weeks to try to solve it.

[cdrey508]

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[storiesfortheseoul]

Even If We're Miles Apart

A/N: Hey, guys! So this is my first Got7 fanfiction so go easy on me please~ Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: It's the day of the Thai lottery to determine who must enlist into the military. Your boyfriend, Bambam, has to attend the event. You both get ready to fly to Thailand, but your emotions get the best of you.

Pairing: BamBam×Reader

Warnings: None

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You were awaken by the smell of coffee that spread throughout your apartment causing you to look to your left. You smiled at the empty spot beside you, realizing who was making your favorite drink.

'BamBam'

Your smile quickly faded at the thought of your boyfriend. Today was the day that determined whether or not you have to live two years without him.

Sighing, you got out bed and took a shower before throwing on a pair of jeans and a black off the shoulder blouse. After brushing your teeth, you made your way into the kitchen to the source of your happiness.

You found Bambam sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in hand. He looked up from his phone as you entered the kitchen.

"Good morning." He greeted with a big smile. "I made coffee."

You grabbed a mug from the cabinet and walked over to the coffee maker.

"I see. Thank you, love." You said as you mixed  sweetener into the mug.

"Did you sleep well?" Bambam asked, taking a sip of coffee.

You sat down in the seat beside him while nodding your head.

"Yes, at least I did until I noticed someone's absence."

"Sorry." He chuckled before placing his phone down. "You looked too comfortable to wake up."

"Yeah, because I was with you." You pouted.

He reached for your hand and entwined your fingers with his.

"And you'll always be."

You saw the seriousness behind the smile that graced his face and couldn't help but wonder if he was referring to the day's event.

"How-"

You were cut off by the ringing of his phone before you could finish your sentence. He gave your hand an apologetic squeeze as he answered the call.

"Hey, Jackson... fifteen minutes? Alright, see ya."

You noticed a shift in his demeanor as he got off the phone before he quickly disguised it with a smile.

"What did Jackson say?" You asked even though you had an idea about what was said.

He gave your hand a kiss before standing up and placing his mug in the sink.

"Him and the guys are on their way. They should be here in fifteen minutes." He answered, leaning against the counter.

"Oh," You felt a pang in your heart but you didn't make it obvious. "Well, I have everything packed in the room, but we should double check to make sure we aren't leaving anything behind."

Bambam nodded as he pushed himself away from the counter. "Yeah, that's true. I'll go do that before they get here." He said, disappearing into the room.

You ran a hand through your hair and sighed. Bambam acting as if everything's fine was hurting you so much. You could tell he was nervous, and honestly, you were too. Despite how you were feeling, you promised yourself that you wouldn't show the emotions that plagued you.

'I don't want to make him even more nervous or worried than he already is.' You told yourself as you washed the coffee mugs.

Fifteen minutes later, Bambam received a text from Jackson saying him and the guys were outside.

"Y/N, are you ready?" Bambam asked outside of the bathroom while looking at his phone. You washed your hands and dried them off before replying.

"Yeah" you said, opening the door. He stood there with no make-up on, dressed in a black shirt and jeans, looking as beautiful as ever. You couldn't help but smile at the man before you. At that moment, you're not sure what happened, but you couldn't hold it in anymore. The situation and emotions surrounding the day's event became too much to bear.

"Okay, let's-" Bambam looked up from his phone as he was speaking, but stopped when he saw the tears in your eyes.

"Y/N..."

When he said your name you quickly wiped your eyes.

"Sorry" you apologized with a bitter laugh. "I-"

This time Bambam's actions caught you off guard. He stepped forward and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. Upon contact, you immediately closed your eyes and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

A moment of silence passed as the two of you stood there, his lips still on your forehead and your eyes still closed. You wished you could stay like that and enjoy each other's company, but you knew that was impossible.

Bambam's lips left your forehead as his phone began to ring. You opened your eyes to see him reject the call from Jackson and then look at you.

"I love you." He said with the most sincere smile.

Your lips parted at his words, but nothing came out. Yeah, you've told each other those words before, but this time it felt different. This time it felt like a goodbye.

"I love you too." You finally replied, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his torso.

He returned the embrace by encircling your waist with one arm and placing the other behind your head.

"No matter what happens," he spoke, "I'll always be with you. Even if we're miles apart."

You tightened the hug after hearing him speak, not wanting let him go. You both stayed like that for a few more minutes before Bambam spoke again.

"We should go. Jackson and the others are waiting for us."

You nodded your head and reluctantly removed your arms from around him. He gave you another smile, one which you returned, and grabbed the handles of the suitcases beside him.  

"Bambam," you said getting his attention, "No matter what happens, I'll always love you. Even if we're miles apart."

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A/N: I wrote this after the whole situation with BamBam, and I was nervous with the rest of my Ahgafam. It was a crazy day, and the amount of support Bambam and Ahgase received was amazing. Like, it was the beginning of Got7 ending fanwars 💚 Anyways, I'm glad things turned out well and I hope you guys enjoyed the story! 😊

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Title: Bothersome Booster - AFF or AO3 Length: One-Shot Genre: Non-Au, Romance Pairing: MarkJin Rating: PG-13 

Summary: Jinyoung: Here's this thing called a booster. When Mark takes a booster at night, he says he can't sleep. He’ll be like this "Jinyoung-ah~ I had booster and I can't sleep…"

I already wrote this a long time ago but I couldn’t post it because it was part of a Secret Santa event. You all remember that incident though, right?