#Im Jaebeom Scenarios

[liannyeong]

Polar opposites

Summary: Even amidst all the anger, he would never break the one he loves.

Word count: 1446

Pairing: Jaebeom X OC

Warning(s): Angst, minor violence

A/N: It's been a long time ~ I was clearing out my drafts when I stumbled upon this. This was written in 2018, and reading it again made me go "Oh? This doesn't seem like a bad writeup?" Heh.

Jaebum thought that their love would overcome all obstacles, just like in romance movies and novels where the couple would fight and then, make up afterwards. He thought they would live happily ever after as long as they are together. That their love could stand the test of time. That their love was such a strong force that anything was possible. But this was reality, not those made-up published fantasies of a romanticist's mind.

They were cosmic stars clashing which perfectly described their first encounter. They collided as she rushed for class while he skipped it. Papers scattered everywhere and profanities escaped his lips. She scrambled for her papers while he for his cigarettes. As soon as he collected his things, his fists were clenched and ready to land a punch on his victim's face, but she had already disappeared into the corridor. And that was the first time someone ever managed to escape the wrath of the famous delinquent, Im Jaebum.

He spent his days searching for the rude girl. In Jaebum's defense, she did not utter a word of apology for bumping into him and almost getting him in trouble. When he finally got her, she had been extremely clueless about him and that bumping incident. She blinked up at him with innocent and clueless eyes that Jaebum could not even argue anymore. Nevertheless, Jaebum found her as a new target, bullied her to no end. However, she never cared about his antics and ignored his existence. She never feared him as all the other students did. But that one time when Jaebum went too far and shoved her down the corridor, she had this flame in her eyes when she met his. For the first time, Jaebum felt scared for his own life. Nothing happened though, but she started to retaliate. She got on his nerves, but funnily enough, she always managed to get away with it. 

Amidst all the animosity, there was a change of heart. It wasn't a gradual evolution of emotion. Rather, it was something that was sparked on a snap. Jaebum had wandered into the field to taunt her. But a baseball was flying towards him unbeknownst to him.

"Look out!" he had heard someone cried out before there was a whoosh sound right in front of him.

As if time stood still, he could see clearly how each strand of her hair fluttered in the wind, how her hand was outstretched right in front of his face, how the ball slammed onto her glove.

It was stupid, Jaebum thought, to feel his heart skip a beat at such incident. But it happened and Jaebum thought she caught his heart along with the ball.

Afterwards, Jaebum became a blushing fool whenever he saw her. He still disturbed her, but no longer as extreme as before. He didn't know how or when he actually mustered courage to confess but the next thing he knew, they were a couple.

Nevertheless, couple or not, they were still two very different individuals. He still preferred streetwear -- leather jackets and dyed hair -- while she preferred smart casual. She was the epitome of a successful woman: smartly dressed, with an aura of confidence. He was violent and aggressive while she was calm and collective. He was fire while she was water. His foul temper always ruined the surroundings but never her. He ruined, she fixed. He was destructive, she was constructive. He explodes, she implodes.

Because of their contrasting personalities, their love was like hot coal. It was scalding to be held, but it spread warmth to the hearts.

Nobody understood why they were together in the first place. Their closest friends always had to deal with them barging into their place with tear-stained faces or fury. None of them understood how they manage to get married and settled down together despite the endless arguments. They were not the happiest couple. They never were. Never had anyone see them smile to each other. No one understood their love.

Except them.

"We'll be fine. We'll always be," her words rang in his ears. He scoffed. Who was she to say that? Indeed, he loved her so much. But she was not him. She could not understand the pain inside. He curled himself up on his bed, letting himself be consumed by sadness and guilt. He screwed up big this time. He had it all, but his pride just had to ruin it. Tears dripped onto the bed sheets that her scent still lingered on.

His endearment for her was too overwhelming. A month had past since the incident occurred and he missed her so bad. Jaebum hoped, every second, that she would show up on the doorstep of the apartment (he no longer called it home) with her bags. But time past by and she did not come. He laughed at the wee hours of every night. He thought to himself. He deserved it. He was a jerk who ruined everything and was a screwed up person himself. He got himself drunk with the little remnants of her in the house, in his mind. He played their memories over and over - her sloppy kisses in the morning and night, her sweet voice that was his favourite song, her soft touches on his skin. Every single little detail of her was etched deeply into his memory and onto his skin.

Every night, he roamed around the streets alone. As he drowned himself in the memories, he always ended up in the neighbourhood of his in-laws. He stood at the pavement, staring at the 9th floor of the building, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman he loved. He stood for god knows how long, not tearing his eyes away from the windows. But she never looked out of the window.

It became a habit for him to come around everyday. He was too much of a coward to knock on the door. He was too afraid to face her. He knew he was in the wrong, but he never knew why he was not brave enough to face her. He wanted her back so bad, but his body just would not move a step closer to her. She was there: she was within reach, but he just could not take the step. He missed how her silky hair would easily let his fingers card through. He missed how his hands were so much bigger than her face. He missed how perfectly fitted she was in his embrace.

Then he saw her.

He could easily identify her even if she was drowned in the crowd, even in the darkest of the night. She wore the hoodie he recognized so well: her favourite (and his too), a present from him. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of the hoodie and she strolled down the streets, her back facing him. She was all alone, and very easily he could have approached her. But he did not. He followed as she entered the convenience store. She smiled at the cashier as she paid and he died a little inside. He yearned for that blinding smile to be directed at him again. He yearned to see the skin around her eyes to crinkle and her lids to be turned to crescents upclose again. He yearned for her so much. But he could do nothing, only to love her from afar.

The famous Im Jaebum, who never fled from a fight, was in fact, a coward.

So Jaebum came home, all drunken in his own misery and agony. What started as soft sobs escalated into fury. He threw a fit. He smashed the vases, the glass furnitures. He broke all the photos they smiled happily in. He punched holes into the walls. His skin tore and his blood dripped onto the hardwood floor. His head hung low and he rested his palm against the wall for balance, before he leaned his back against the wall. He let himself slid down in agony as he cried. He did not know what was more painful: his torn skin and dripped blood or her absence. Perhaps it was both.

Or perhaps it was the wrath he incurred himself for being destructive.

Everybody knew how bad his temper was. Him throwing a fit would mean the destruction of the world. He would break everything and anything he saw.

Even amidst all the anger, he would never break the one he loves.

The only one who braved the flames of fury was the one he vowed he would never hurt.

But he broke it.

So she left and he knew he deserved it.

[nyoominmin]

Im Jaebeom fic recs

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[kpopimaginings]

Goodnight Kisses - JayB

You knew JayB would berate you for still being awake when he got home, but it wasn't for lack of trying. Recently, you'd got into such a routine of going to be together that it just felt wrong trying to sleep when he wasn't there. You'd done everything you normally would before sliding under the covers, but without your  good night kiss and the warmth of your man beside you, you just couldn't drift off.

JayB always promised you you'd still get your good night kiss if you were asleep when he got home but it wasn't the same. When you heard the front door open, you had a brief debate with yourself as to whether or not to feign sleep. As his gentle footsteps approached your room you decided against it, opting to greet JayB instead. You could tell he was trying to be quiet as he entered but you spoke up.

"Jae?"

"Ah, jagiya, why are you awake?" he whispered. There was a slight smile on his face as he spoke, negating any air of annoyance in his words.

"Can't sleep," you complained. "Not without my goodnight kisses."

"Just let me wash up and get changed and you can have all the kisses you want," he replied.

You groaned and stretched your arms out in his direction, hoping to summon him closer.

He chuckled as he approached you, shaking his head. "You're always so clingy when you're tired," he said running a hand through your hair.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his fingers in your hair. All too soon he was pulling away again. Your eyes snapped open as you reached out to grab his hand and put it back. Unfortunately, in your sleepy state, JayB was quicker.

"I'm just getting ready for bed, jagi, then I'm all yours."

You still whined a little as he left you to head to the bathroom but you were for too tired to launch any sort of actual protest.

After far too long, he was climbing into bed behind you, enveloping you in his arms as a kiss was pressed to your shoulder.

"I love you, my needy jagi," he whispered.

You grunted at his teasing and snuggled further into his embrace.

There was a moments silence before you felt his finger tips digging into your waist and tickling you slightly. You squirmed but JayB didn't relent.

"Say it," he demanded.

"Who's needy now?" you retorted.

He tickled you again.

"I love you, too." You told him what he wanted to hear to stop the attack.

"That's better," he replied. "Sleep well."

With one last kiss placed gently on your neck, he held you tightly again, allowing you both to drift off to sleep, comforted by each others presence.

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

[mykoreanlove]

Can I see you tonight?

“You are doing WHAT? Y/N, are you out of your fucking mind?”

The slightly annoyed voice shouting at you through your phone was no other than your best friend. “You cried so much because of that man-whore and now you’re going to his place? What is wrong with you?”

Fair enough, you had asked yourself that as well. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. What’s your motive?”

You sighed in defeat. “See, I thought about that, too. It’s true, JB hurt me badly. And I should be over him and all but I’m not. I am still thinking about him, wishing that it would be different. I… I miss him. And I haven’t heard from him in so long, I just.. I just want to know what he’s got to say to me. Can’t you understand that?”

Your friend sighed in annoyance. “What are you wearing?”

That question caught you by surprise. “Huh?”

“Y/N, don’t play dumb with me. What are you wearing?”

You looked down at yourself and started describing your outfit. Black sports leggings, red hoodie and leather boots. “Oh, you mean the sports leggings that accentuates your bubble butt? And the red hoodie that makes your eyes pop? And not to forget the leather boots that look sexy as fuck on you?”

You gulped, not saying a word. “What are you wearing underneath?”

It was pointless to lie, so you told her the truth. “Red lacy thong..”, you mumbled. “And?” You rolled your eyes, thankful that she couldn’t see it. “No bra.”

“Y/N, I swear to god. You are going over there because you want him to fuck you! Seriously? That bastard behaved like he fell for you only to ghost you and you’re thinking of fucking his dick?”

Hearing her talk like that made your stomach turn. She wasn’t all wrong but she wasn’t all right either. Did you put a lot of thought into your outfit? Of course you did. When Jaebeom ditched you it hurt like hell, so naturally you wanted payback. Getting dolled up, showing off your goodies to tease him – anything really that would make him regret dumping you.

You thought of all possible scenarios in your head. Would he apologize and confess his love to you? Would he fuck you and make you leave? Would he apologize and introduce a new girlfriend to you? Would he even be at home or was this all a prank? Endless possibilities roamed your head until you decided to stop thinking. The last thing you needed was a headache.

“Listen, I know you worry about me and I appreciate that. I am curious what he has got to say to me. And if he isn’t saying anything at all, I can at least ask why he ended things the way he did. Anything after that? Total uncertainty. Maybe I’ll see him and be turned off by him. Maybe I understand his ways and feel empathy for him. Maybe I decide I am done with him and leave. Or maybe I’ll use him just like he used me… It’s been a while and a girl got needs. Is that noble? No. But the world is complex, it’s not black and white. Especially not with JB. At least, I want to be prepared.”

You hung up as you arrived at his place. You scanned the bell for his name, taking a deep breath before pushing it. “Jaebeom, please don’t make me regret this.”

His apartment was on the third floor. You took each step nervously, not knowing what to expect from him. You were wondering if his heart was racing as fast as yours. When you made it to his floor you noticed his door being open ajar, him being nowhere in sight though. You collected yourself one last time before grabbing the handle and entering.

“JB?”

He was rushing to the front door, cheeks slightly red because he didn’t make it on time. “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you. Come on in!”

You took a good look at him. He was dressed casually – black joggers and a white shirt that accentuated his defined body. His hair was longer though, falling into his beautiful features effortlessly. He still had the same aura about him. He was confident in a silent, down to earth way. “Fuck”, you muttered under your breath. Hating him just got a lot harder.

“Did you eat? I cooked for us.” He beamed you a sly smile and ushered you into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly and you started to relax for the first time. You were too nervous to eat before, so you welcomed the pleasant smell of your favorite dish. “I made you tteokbokki. It’s your favorite, right?”

You thought back to the first time you had tteokbokki with him. It felt like ages ago, even though it only had been months. You were sitting on his couch eating, trying your best not to go up in flames as it was way too spicy for you. JB looked at you concerned. “Is it good?” You took a deep breath, nodding. “Yes, but it’s so fucking spicy!” He sprinted over to you immediately. “Oh, let me extinguish the heat then.” And with that he kissed you – sweetly and innocently.

You got pulled out of your memories as he handed you a plate. “Come on, let’s eat.” You barely touched your food – not because it was too spicy but because you were too nervous to eat. Up ‘til now you only talked about irrelevant things – what you had been up to, work, your family, plans for the remaining year. Jaebeom barely looked at you which you took as a sign of his nervousness. Why was he nervous though? You were the one that got rejected.

He got up and put on some music, dimming the lights to change the mood. Your stomach churned again, you had never been this nervous with him. He sat next to you on the black couch and just watched you.

“What?”

“Sorry, I, I thought this would be easier but it’s not.. It’s hard for me actually.”

You were confused. “What is?”

He grinned embarrassed. “Seeing you again. I know I fucked up and I wanted to talk about it but now that I’m actually seeing you it’s so hard.” He gulped nervously.

A ping of relief washed over you. He wanted to apologize, that was good! But you wouldn’t go easy on him, you wanted to see him suffer. You turned around and faced him directly, your doe eyes looking at him innocently while you were licking your lips seductively.

“Go on. You can do it, JB.”

He laughed. God, you missed his voice so much. The deep, honeylike voice that whispered the sweetest and naughtiest things into your ear.

“I wish I could find the right words and give you a proper explanation, Y/N. But I wasn’t in the right mind back then. I felt so lost.”

He took a halt and waited. That was not enough, no. You wanted more, you wanted a proper explanation from him. Maybe you needed to help him start?

You stood up and re-positioned yourself – on his lap facing him intimately. Jaebeom’s eyes widened in shock. His hands travelled to your sides automatically, squeezing your hips and ass. You caressed his face, tucking the lose strands of hair behind his ear.

“I am listening, Jaebeom.”

You felt him getting hard underneath you, grinning vigorously. He was holding back so much and you knew.

“I had been single for a short while when we met. And I wanted to keep it that way. You know, have some fun and move on. And it worked perfectly with all the girls before you but you y/n, you were different.”

You saw the pain in his eyes and felt good. It was petty but you were hurt and now you wanted him to suffer, too. You placed sweet little kisses along his jawline, whispering. “Different how?”

Jaebeom sighed heavily, trying to control himself.

“You were one of a kind. You still are.”

You let go of his jaw and watched him carefully.

“I had never met someone like you, y/n. You are so beautiful and funny. Smart and creative. Like I could talk to you about the most stupid stuff as well as my biggest fears. I was so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. I felt my best when I was with you. But also my… worst.”

The last part caught you by surprise. You wanted to get up and get some space between the two of you but he held you tight by your wrists.

“Listen to me, please. I felt my worst because I knew I couldn’t live up to you. I wasn’t the man you deserved to be with. I was acting like a big fuckboy, running away from my demons and facing different pussies instead of my baggage. I didn’t deserve to be with you.”

You started to tear up. Never ever had you thought of this possibility. Did you think of him leaving you because you were not good enough? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you sucked in bed? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you were just not what a guy wanted? You bet. But this?

His honesty caught you off guard.

„I knew that you wouldn‘t let go of me, y/n. I saw it in your eyes. So I did what I always do best: fuck up. I had to hurt you so badly, hoping that you would forget about me. Did you…?” He paused for a brief moment. “Did you forget about me?”

You held back tears as you were facing him. You hated being weak, but you couldn’t help it right now. With a very low voice you answered. “I tried to. I tried kissing someone else, I tried dating someone else but I… I always thought about you.”

You looked down at your lap, too embarrassed to face him. Jaebeom grabbed your chin with his fingers and looked at you lovingly. “Funny enough, I did the same thing. I tried to forget about you by getting with other girls but none of them did the trick. No one ever compared to you, y/n.”

You grabbed his hand that was holding your chin and squeezed it lightly. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you asked him again. “What changed? Why now?”

Jaebeom’s fingers landed on your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears you cried because of him. “I wonder how many tears you must have cried because of me, y/n. I am so sorry. I really, really am.” He looked at you sincerely, you were believing his every word. With a sigh he explained further. “I got tired of running away. I got tired of playing this game that I’m bound to loose. I want to be with you. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t change what I did but I want to be better. For you. I want to be the man you deserve to be with. If you let me, of course.”

He looked at you nervously. “Will you let me, y/n?”

You chuckled in relief, as well. “Of course, you idiot. Of course, I will.”

His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized what you had said. Not even a second after he crushed his lips onto yours, kissing you like it was the first time. You made out for a while, in desperate need for each other. He interrupted each kiss with another declaration of love.

“I will make it up to you, y/n.” Kiss. “I missed you so fucking much.” Kiss. “God, I’m such an idiot.” Kiss. “What did I do to ever deserve you?” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” Kiss. “I won’t fuck up this time.” Kiss. “I promise”. Kiss.

[yiensaintlaurent]

00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

[nichoswag]

Hey there I have some got7 scenarios/reactions that I'd love to see you do... How would they approach someone they are interested in at a house party?

hey anon! i decided to use the term crush in place of 'someone they're interested in,' i hope that's okay. i actually like this scenario a lot but i wasn't completely sure what to write, so here's my attempt 👀 also sorry for the wait, i was stumped so it did take me a bit to be creative and complete the request :3 enjoy!

how got7 would approach their crush at a party

warnings: cursing, fighting (in jayb's), flirting, terrible pickup lines (jackson 👀), not proofread bcs i'm tired af

jayb

jaebeom probably wouldn't even approach you - he'd be subtly watching bcs he just adores you sm. subtle until he notices a guy getting too close and you seeming uncomfortable. he makes his way to you and pulls the whole "babe, is this guy bothering you?" and you play along until the guy grows frustrated and calls you names, which is when jb throws hands (fists). after he defends you and leaves the guy slumped on the ground, you're actually the one who asks for his number.

mark

mark would probably be really straight forward. sumn like "hey, you're cute, could i get your number?" but in the least creepy way possible. you can't help but say yes - he's so fcking cute omg and he texts you as soon as he gets home from the party to make sure you get home safely

jackson

jackson would be so extra ong. he'd slide in with the horribly tacky pickup lines but it still gives you butterflies. something like "hey, what's your name?" "y/n, why?" "oh, i could've sworn it was mine." so cheesy but so fcking cute bcs its jackson anywhores y'all exchange numbers after flirting a bit and that's how it goes down :D

jinyoung

jinyoung would definitely be the most smooth - you couldn't even tell if he's nervous (he is). he approaches you with a slight smile to appear friendly (rbf fr) and sits next to you and your friend on the sofa. he attempts to make small talk and by the end of the night, you both share a few drinks and exchange numbers.

youngjae

youngjae seems like a pretty shy person irl esp around people he doesn't really know so he'd have to be comfortable with you to approach you - and you have to be alone bcs he's afraid of messing up around you, much less your friends or other strangers 🥺 he'd probably ask for your number so you could plan a hangout at some point (not a date, he wouldn't be that straightforward)

bambam

i take back what i said about jinyoung - bam is def the most smooth with all that flirting he does, and that's definitely what he does with you. mans waltzes right up to you and starts flirting (so extra pls) he'd def ask for your number and plan out a date on the spot 😩

yugyeom

bb would prob try to act so confident but be vv nervous :3 mans does not have enough experience with dating despite his constant flirting smh... probably stutters a bit but ultimately plays it cool. you end up giving him your number bcs he's just so cute!!

[baejl]

[BREAKING NEWS] SM Entertainment announces #GOT7's JAYB and #REDVELVET's JAEIN baby birth

THE FAMILY GREW! On this Thursday (August 4th), SM Entertainment released an oficial note announcing #GOT7's JAYB and #REDVELVET's JAEIN child birth, in Gangnam, South Korea.

The baby is a boy and his korean name is known to be 'Im Seojun'. Some nurses said they heard Jaein's family calling the baby boy 'John' as well.

Along with the amazing news of the baby, SM also stated that Jaein will return to the stages and to her schedules as a solo artist and as RV's member gradually, respecting hers and the baby's health.

JayB and Jaein announced the pregnancy in last year's November and got married in February this year, with both korean and english ceremonies.

We wish JayB, Jaein and their baby a happy life! ���️

#WELCOMEBABYIM

[oraclekleo]

Im Jae Beom (GOT7 / Solo) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Im Jae Beom

Stage Name: Jay B / formerly JB

Group: GOT7 / Solo

Masterpost: Got7

Im Jae Beom

Jay B / JB (GOT7 / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - 7 of Wands

Jay B is likely to become difficult in a relationship. He wants to have someone reliable by his side and yet he’s sort of fighting becoming really close with them. The outcome is that his lover feels pushed away and agitated by Jay B holding up to his independence and not sharing much with them. Jay B probably has some commitment issues that need to be solved.

Libido - 9 of Swords

Oh yeah! Commitment issues. Okay! Jay B is clearly for some reason scared to actually become close and intimate with people. This fear is rooted in his mind. Maybe he has had bad experiences from the past but he needs to overcome the anxiety and stop projecting the horrors that exist in his mind into people around him. He needs to start seeing that not everyone is fake or trying to deceive him and play him for a fool.

Turn On - 7 of Swords

Ah! Here comes the trouble, doesn’t it, Jay B? Well Jay B can’t be surprised he has no trust in his partners when his type is a player and thief of hearts from the beginning. Jay B is likely to feel attracted to the dangerous type of person, someone who’s hot on the outside but their heart is made of steel and ice and granite and will have no scruples about cheating on him when they have the chance. Maybe Jay B thinks he can change them for the better? Hardly, dear! Stop dating monsters in pretty skin and you won’t have a reason for distrust and anxiety.

Kink - V The Hierophant

Jay B is likely to have a kink for correcting bad behaviour and disciplining a misbehaving lover. He’s likely to come up with many ridiculous and impossible to follow rules just to enjoy the thrill of inflicting the punishment when his lover breaks the rules. He’s no sadist about it, he will likely hold a short lecture before stepping to the actual spanking. The man likes to listen to his own voice as much as he likes to listen to his lover’s squeals and whines.

Dirtiest Secret* - King of Wands

Jay B is the hard dom. He’s likely to thrive from having complete control over his lover. He’s also likely to have a thing for semi-public sex. Not that he would lower himself to have quickies in club restrooms. It’s more likely he will leave windows open while making his lover scream with delight so the neighbourhood knows who’s the master of the house there. He would like to be called ‘Sir’.

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[fantastic-bby]

Die For You

Pairing: Reader x Jaebeom

Word count: 832 words

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jaebeom realises after breaking up with you that he just can't leave you

Warnings: -

Main masterlist | Crystal's Playlist

Jaebeom pushes away from his desk and lets out a sigh as he stares at his wall. He made a mistake. He stares at the black screen of his phone, waiting—hoping—that someone out there is thinking of him. But Jaebeom doesn’t just want anyone. He wants you. He wants you to call him, text him, reach out to him. He wants you to come back. There’s an old LED strip that he had pasted in between his desk and his wall to make his room feel more inspiring to him, but now, all it does is switch in and out of colours while he sulks.

It was a small fight. Jaebeom knows he was being dumb. He shouldn’t have pried where you didn’t want him to. You knew he had a tendency to be stressed out after coming home from work. He’s an idol—of course he would be. But at the time, Jaebeom’s brain kept hitting a wall whenever he tried to finish one of his tracks. The more he tried, the harder it got and his pride was keeping it away from all of his friends who offered to help.

You, on the other hand, were dealing with the stress of being the public partner to a famous idol. You didn’t mind the hate because at the end of the day, you were the only one who Jaebeom would come home to. You were the one that Jaebeom would end up sleeping with. You were the only one he would be giving all of his love to. So the hate never bothered you.

It bothered him.

Jaebeom was buried underneath the stress of trying to finish his album while also trying to make sure that you were okay. To the point where he realised that he was projecting his stress onto you. So he ended it. You asked him to think it through and take a few days to himself because you loved him too much to let go, but Jaebeom refused. He walked out of your shared apartment one last time and hadn’t gone back since.

The same song has been on repeat for the past three hours because Jaebeom doesn’t know any other way to express himself other than through music. He majorly fucked up. There’s a dark purple box sitting on the left side of his desk that Jaebeom turns to look at. He picks it up and leans back as he lifts the top, staring at the diamond ring that’s tucked into the velvet cushion. Jaebeom loves you so much that he was about ready to keep you in his life forever. You’re everything to him and he’s sure that even if you don’t come back, he would never move on from you.

You’ve just managed to engrave yourself completely into Jaebeom’s heart to the point where he does everything and would do everything for you. All it took you was three and a half years for him to realise that he really was ready to marry you. Now he wonders whether he’ll ever get the chance to even give you the ring. Seconds feel like hours and days feel like weeks without you by his side. Jaebeom wonders whether you miss him as much as he misses you. He also wonders whether you’re still in love with him as much as he is with you.

He’s angry with himself for throwing you aside so easily and you’re anxious because throughout the whole relationship, Jaebeom’s reassurance that he would never leave you stays strong and it almost feels like false hope. You also know one thing about him that you’re sure Jaebeom hasn’t even noticed yet: he lives for you. Through his hard demeanor, he has a fragile heart. While he’s usually calm, collected and able to gather his thoughts, Jaebeom’s brain has never been so frantic before. He sees nothing but images of you flashing in and out of his mind, his heart aching every time he sees your smile or hears the ghosted memory of your laugh.

Maybe he should ask you to come back. It makes him seem pathetic, but Jaebeom’s already figured it out a few weeks away from you. He knows that he lives for you. He hates himself for making you feel so lonely. No matter how long he spends away, Jaebeom’s sure that he’ll forever be hung up on you if he doesn’t fix this before it’s too late. But he also has a feeling that you might not ever move on from him either because he fits into your life like a puzzle piece.

Jaebeom stares at his phone, hand pressed against his mouth as he fills himself with more false hope because maybe—just maybe—tonight you’ll actually call him. He hears a particular line playing in the song that makes him look up to his computer screen.

I can’t walk away

And his phone rings. Jaebeom picks it up without even checking the caller I.D but his body freezes the moment you speak.

“Come back to me, Jaebeom."

[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

Got7′s Reaction To You Being Insecure

Jaebeom  

He would be so sweet.

He would let you vent out your insecurities as he held you.

Then he would reassure you a million times.

He doesn’t want you to feel this way, it hurts him that you can’t see how beautiful you truly are.

He will make you believe that you are as beautiful as he says you are.

“You’re so beautiful to me and I just want you to see that.”

Mark

When you had slipped up and said something negative about yourself 

Mark was on you so quickly 

He would talk with you, trying to figure out why you said that 

He wanted to help you through this and be there for you 

So he would make sure you come to him anytime you felt that way 

“Baby, please come talk to me next time you feel this way, I want to help you overcome this so you can understand how perfect you are.”

Jackson 

Boy would be upset because how did he not know you felt this way? 

He wouldn’t let you say another negative thing about yourself 

He would cover you in kisses and compliment you over and over 

He never wants you to feel like that again, and he will stop at nothing to see to it 

He becomes your #1 hype man, always praising you no matter what 

“How did I ever get so lucky to be able to call you mine, you’re literally a Goddess/God.” 

Jinyoung

When he found you crying over your insecurities, he held you until you calmed down 

He would brush your hair with his fingers and listen to you vent 

When you were done, he would have a serious talk with you 

He would reassure you and let you know that the things you hated, were what he loved most about you 

He would randomly have these discussions with you and make sure you weren’t putting yourself down 

“Why do you hate that about yourself? I think it makes you even more perfect than you already are.” 

Youngjae

He knows what it’s like to feel this way, and it would break his heart to know this is how you felt as well

He would ask if he had done something to make you feel this way 

You would discuss your insecurities with each other and feel relieved to know that the other didn’t feel the same way as you about said insecurity 

You would be more open to each other about these things and comfort each other 

Your relationship grows stronger each day because of this 

“Everything about you is perfect, I love you so much.” 

BamBam  

He thought of you as perfect, and was confused as hell when he found out you thought differently 

He would talk with you about why you felt this way and help you through it 

He would always make sure you didn’t go to bed feeling that way again 

He would hype you up and make sure you felt amazing about yourself 

If you were having a bad day, he would hold you close and whisper how much he loved you 

“Damn baby, look at you! I can’t believe I get to call you mine.” 

Yugyeom 

He would legitimately get sad when he heard you talk down to yourself 

He felt that he wasn’t being a good boyfriend and that’s why you felt this way 

He just wants to make you feel better and will do anything to ensure that 

He would leave handwritten notes everywhere and tell you how beautiful you are before he left  

He just wants you to see how much you mean to him 

“Hey babe? Have I told you how beautiful you are today? I have? Well, I’m telling you again.” 

[rieeses]

“i’m sorry,” im jaebeom’s voice echoed down the hall. his eyes full of regret and sadness as he stared into yours. you noticed his hair is slightly damped and clothes stuck to his skin because of the rain outside.

there he was again at your doorstep, wearing his best apology. you badly wanted to let him in. heck, you even wanted to prepare a hot bath for him.

but does he deserve it? after all this time, you ask yourself. does he deserve all your love? is he worth it?

“sorry for what, jae?” you asked after a while, voice barely a whisper. “tell me what you’re being sorry for.”

the male avoided your eyes and looked everywhere but you as if he’s looking for answers. 

“i... i’m sorry for saying those things yesterday?” jaebeom’s left hand went to the back of his neck, “is that it?” he added hesitantly.

you let out a sigh, “i’m sorry too,” you crossed your arms against your chest. 

you saw how his eyebrows furrowed together and mouth agape, like he wanted to say something, but instead he nodded and pulled you into a hug. 

“it’s okay, you stormed out because you were mad. i get it.” he softly said while slowly caressing your back, comforting you.

“i’‘m sorry i couldn’t let you inside my home,” you spoke against his chest, eyes blurry from the tears already forming in your eyes. 

you pushed him off of you. you saw the frown drawn upon his face, but before he could speak, you spoke first. “i’m sorry i loved you.”

and then you saw the pain written in his eyes as soon as you let out those words. he tilted his head and jaebeom was even surprised himself that he was able to find his voice after hearing what you said. 

with much difficulty, he managed to choke out, “w-what?”

“i couldn’t do this anymore, jae.” your lips tremble preventing tears to fall down. 

jaebeom stood aghast at your doorstep. limbs feeling numb. throat as dry as the desert. “tell me you love me.”

he stared back at your eyes, looking for clarity and answers, and when you couldn’t speak, he let out a humorless laugh. “it’s just like that, huh?” 

you bit your lip. you wanted to say it back, but it’s too late now. 

“goodbye, jaebeom.” it’s barely a whisper, but he heard it. right after that, you slowly closed your door, not seeing the painful reaction of your now ex-lover.

[kpopchangedme]

Im Jaebeom | Pregnancy!au [M]

Jaebeom read so many baby-related books he's forgotten how to enjoy some simple pleasures... (Oh, and you are obviously cranky and hormonal but he knows better than to tell you that!)

Protagonists: Im Jaebeom & You

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: NSFW - Newly Weds - Romance - Angst - Pregnancy - Pregnancy sex- Smut || [Drabble 2k]

Prompts: “I can’t help the fact that I’m so goddamn moody all the freaking time” + “Should have gotten a puppy.” [Anon]

Lyly's note: Is this sexy pregnancy!au worthy of Things I Wish I Knew or what? lol. Pregnant ladies, go get some! ;)

GOT7 | M.list

You let out a loud swear, stepping on a phone charger someone has somehow abandoned in the middle of the living room. It freaking hurts, like a tiny torture device, tore the sensitive skin of your foot. Of course, when you sit on the couch to examine it, it looks perfectly fine. 

“Should've gotten a damn puppy,” You curse again under your breath, unreasonably livid. 

Instantly, the guilty party's head pops out of the doorframe to his office. “Honey!” Jaebeom considers you from head to toe in outrage, “The Shrimp has ears.”

That's his thing now that the third-semester started; obsessing about auditory development and what the baby is able to hear. Swears, news coverage of dramatic events and loud quarrels are strictly prohibited. He plays music whenever he has the chance, boasting about how you are growing a music whiz. 

Ever since he read his first damn pregnancy book, Jaebeom turned into a helicopter daddy-to-be, always hovering to make sure you are doing everything right. At the end of the third prenatal visit, he decided on moving his whole studio at home to work and mommysit – as he calls it.

By the time he was done with the fourth pregnancy book, you felt like nothing but an incubator to his spawn. That's not exactly what you wished your first year of life together would feel like. But then again, you didn't plan on getting pregnant on your honeymoon, the first time you two ditched contraception. It happened very fast. Everyone called it a blessing and you did too for a while, you were elated. Right until you started to lose your hair and struggle with acne like a damn teenager… Now it varies daily, you are either excited or scared shitless, in high spirits or easily irritable, you can't tell before it shifts. Overbearing, Jaebeom has gotten better than yourself at reading your daily disposition.

When you glare at him, he straightens worryingly in the doorframe, partly to blame for your current mood. “Don't look at me!” You snap in exasperation, still rubbing the sole of your aching foot. “Can you stop looking at me like that?”

He risks taking a few steps in your general direction, expertly assessing the situation, “Like what?”

"Like I’m a ticking bomb; like I'm gonna start yelling at you any second!” Freezing in the middle of the place, he presses his tongue to his cheek. You are almost shouting, but he knows better than to point that out.

“I’m not,” Jaebeom comes to sit by you guardedly. He makes sure not to maintain eye contact for too long, as though you're a dangerous fickle animal. "Did you hurt yourself?"

You hiss threateningly at the question but he still reaches for your perpetually bloated foot. Gently, he massages it, flashing you a dumb innocent smile. Still sullen, you at least allow him to do that much.

Fine, you do not completely hate having your man work from home. 

“I can’t help the fact that I’m so goddamn moody all the freaking time...” 

“Moody?” You cross your arms over your chest and Jaebeom chuckles, shaking his head. “You're the living definition of serene honey... You're the best. I love you.”

“Shuddup.” Groaning at the fake compliment, you offer your second foot after a minute of pampering, slightly appeased. “Stop trying so hard, it turns me into a cliché bitch.” You don't miss Jaebeom’s grimace at the word, but he isn't brave enough to correct you again. “Tell you what, if the baby's first word is a swear... I’ll do everything you ask of me for a year.”

"Everything? A whole year?” Raising his eyebrows suggestively, Jaebeom leans in for a lengthy kiss. “You know I can't say no to a promise like that. I would abuse that power, I’m quite imaginative.” You laugh against his mouth, sliding your arms around his neck for him to linger a little longer. Your hub has one hell of a gift, he can always change your mood, even on the worst days. That being said, you're always in the mood for some sexy time with him lately. You just have limited positions and flexibility. “I might teach the Shrimp your favourite cusses just to win that privilege.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

Laughing, Jaebeom sits back but you follow, managing to climb him without difficulty. It's clear he has started something with his massage, stirred your desire. “I’m not done,” he warns pointlessly, not talking about you, "I'm working hard." He points his chin to the studio, but you don't climb down. There's no way he believes you will let him go back to his office right now.

“Very hard yeah,” chuckling, you pull at the collar of his shirt, “Mister Producer.” He breaks the kiss to get rid of the piece of clothing himself, eager to entertain your favourable disposition. Some sacrifices are harder to make than others, and taking a break from work for quick sex is a no brainer. Your hands roam his shoulders, even after all this time you still can't get enough. “Did you save it?” Nudging your nose to his, you pull away to throw your loose gown over your head. 

Jaebeom groans, already expertly unhooking your bra, “Of course I saved, but I’ll need to get back to it...” His mouth explores your neck and you throw your head back, savouring every single one of his kisses. “Feeling better?” He hums, lightly sucking your skin and you moan. Fine, having your man work from home is the best damn thing that ever happened to you. At your natural response, Jaebeom cups your swollen breasts, thumbs rubbing circles on your areolas. 

“Shit.” Instantly, he shushes in disapproval making you laugh. You lean into him as much as your 29 weeks belly allows. “I can't help myself, I'm too sensitive.”

“I can see that baby,” Jaebeom marvels as his constant stroking of your nipples makes your thighs jerk. “I read third-semester’ orgasms are incredibly intense...” You rise to your knees to slide his fleece jogger pants down, smoothly freeing his erection. These darn books sure reveal some useful information sometimes… “What do you think?”

“Oh, how would I possibly know that?” He stops altogether, freezing under you at the joke. Barely two days prior, you finished twice before he did – very expressively – but still, he hesitates. For a man as skilled as he is, it sure is easy to make him question himself. Jaebeom is contemplating his life, a dubious look on his face when you take his cock in your palm. His eyes shut, goosebumps spreading on his body at your touch. Smirking, you stroke him leisurely, “I guess you’ll have to keep working hard so we can find out.” You say that but really, you’ve been so hypersensitive lately, he could make you reach your high without even trying.

“You know...” Opening his eyes lazily, Jaebeom frowns; “I'm not sure how I feel… About the Shrimp is hearing all our sexy talk...” It's your turn to stop everything.

Oh no, he did not just say that… Not after all the stuff he put you through!

“I swear to God, Im fucking Jaebeom! I let you have your way until now; I gave up caffeine, cheese and fish…” Suddenly livid, you start checking things off of your fingers. “You are worried of dumb stuff you read about despite the doctor's best opinion... So, I let you hire a cleaning service; I stopped driving myself around and dyeing my hair; I allowed you to post our ultrasounds all over your socials; I didn't say anything when you sent the cats away to your mom's…” His mouth is open in awe as you angrily go on. He's clearly racking his brain to find out what he said wrong. Him and his stupid pregnancy obsessions. “But this... This is where I draw the fucking line Jaebeom. If you stop making love to me because it creeps you out... Honest to God, I will murder you. I don't care what the baby hears. The doctor said it was safe. I want sex, I need sex. Give me sex, or I'll destroy you.”

“Honey,” Jaebeom bites his lips, struggling to conceal his amusement, “I wasn’t saying we should stop. It doesn't bother me like that...” His right palm rubs your lower back in repetition to ease you. “I was just wond–”

“I don't care what you wonder about,” you interrupt, still down, “just do me.”

Before Jaebeom can fully laugh at you flaring over nothing again, you're kissing him roughly, intended on getting your way. Wriggling under you to get to a better angle, he doesn't seem too affected, simply enjoying the hormonal rollercoaster ride. One of the actual perks of your pregnancy is being in the mood quickly and it's more than just your desire, it's physical too. Something that is undeniable when his hand finds its way between your legs. You're ready for him already, wet and messy. Though you rock into his palm briefly, there's only one thing on your mind right this instant. 

You don't want to wait any longer to feel him inside you. You use Jaebeom's shoulder as a fulcrum to position yourself, raising on your knees and he helps, holding his cock as you gradually sink down. Once you're sitting back on him on the couch, filled, you pause, dropping your forehead to his. Eye to eye, out of focus, Jaebeom pecks your lips tenderly. His hands caress your belly on their way to the side of your thighs. That's enough to make you soft all over again. The power that man holds over you knows no limit. Careful, you rise, rocking your hips forward to add friction before sliding back down. This lazy back and forth goes on for a while and every time you fall down and your ass meets his thighs with a clap, you feel like breaking. 

“Okay?” Jaebeom mumbles, using his strength to firmly guide you upwards. You're thankful for his help because you're heavy and tired. You nod, letting out a weird throaty sound when he fills you up once more.

Jaebeom chuckles, entertained by your acute senses and unusual reactions. Sliding on the large couch to lay, he makes sure you follow closely, riding him. From this position, he can take better control, raising his hips to slam into you. You coo when he does, hovering above to let him have his way. You're already too taken by so little. There's a gentle thud in your belly at the shift of position but Jaebeom doesn't seem to feel the baby stir, awakened by your unrest. Thank God, because the last thing you want right now is for him to stop or slow down. It's not something abnormal or new at all, but now that the baby's movements are getting more noticeable from the outside, you wouldn't be surprised if it messed up with Jaebeom's sexy groove. In the dark, he picks a swift pace, thrusting faster but lighter, making sure to stretch this moment for as long as you both can.

Yet, you're shaky and unfocused, unable to calm yourself. Way too fast, you come undone, overwhelmed by the friction and pleasure. Ecstatic, you drop on your hands, on all fours, as your intense orgasm washes through you. Aware you're peaking already, Jaebeom maintains his rhythm, breathlessly laughing at your shortage of stamina. Sure, he was right, pregnancy orgasms are amazing but they also come almost unannounced and are ridiculously exhausting.

Losing the smile, Jaebeom frowns in concentration, probably trying to finish too. After a whole minute, you're still being carried by your own paroxysm, core quavering when his hips halt altogether. Sighing deeply, he cums in spurts inside you, letting go probably more hastily than he would have wanted to. He's a team player. He knows you won't be able to handle him for long after oversensitivity hits you.

Afterwards, you both stay like that for a moment – as one – trying to repossess yourselves. Some days, it's like you're an entirely different person. Food doesn't taste the same, you yell at your caring husband over nothing and your orgasms are absurdly drawn-out. 

“Hey,” Jaebeom speaks up after an eternity and you take it as a cue to pull away, letting him fall out of you, “that was very quick. Are you alright, was it good?” Typical of him lately, being so overly concerned, you snort. Reaching for the tissue box on the coffee table, he offers them up so you can clean yourself. Still overpowered, you nod, laying back naked on the couch to do so.

What a sight it must be, a stranded whale in the middle of his living room.

Jaebeom doesn't seem to see that though. Transfixed, he positions himself to comfortably kiss and hold your heavy belly. His fingers linger, tracing patterns over the stretched skin. “What about you Shrimp?” He asks mouth pressed to the bump, tickling. “How are you doing?” Sure enough, the baby rolls, following the sound of his familiar reassuring voice. 

“We definitely woke her up”, you announce casually, grabbing one of his hands to position it better. Now that it's over, hopefully, he won't mind or get weirded out by that idea. “And you’ll need another nickname, we're both getting huge.”

“Sorry,” Jaebeom apologizes with adoration when there's a more obvious kick. To him, his baby girl's tumbling never gets old. To you neither, but it's a different sensation entirely. Whispering in confidence, he adds, “You'll always be a shrimp to me." At the words, you can't help the flutters you feel, not from the baby. When he looks up this time, Jaebeom doesn't seem as apprehensive of your reaction. You're on the magical post-coital cloud of happiness, together. “What?” If it could, your heart would physically expand from emotion at the sight, swelling with unconditional love. As an only answer, you run a hand through his locks and he cutely grins. “Shrimp, I think we're safe for now. I don't think mommy wants to murder daddy anymore...”

“Daddy needs to get over himself,” you dramatically roll your eyes, smiling, “he knows mommy loves him, no matter what…”

GOT7 | M.list

[letterstoseven]

Impossibilities to Possibilities

⇢ genre: angst, fluff, suggestive, sugardaddy!au

⇢ summary: some say that first love never dies but it hunts you.

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You were running late for your interview. The interview was supposed to be at 9:00AM but it’s already 9:30AM and you’re still at the bus only two blocks away from the company building. When the results came in, you were actually surprised that this company scheduled you for an interview. This company is known in the entertainment industry and they’ve been looking for young individuals who have passion, talent, and brains. It was your friend, Jaebeom, who saw their job posting on their social media accounts.

“I think you should try applying for this job. I mean, you’re really good at styling people. I mean, weren’t you always the best dressed at every party? And even the girls at uni gets jealous at you because you totally rock every style. I remember this one time you were wearing a unique top but everyone loved that and the following week, they have those tops already!” Jaebeom persuaded you. It was a little over-dramatic but you started thinking what if this is your break? I mean, it’s summer break at your uni and you’re looking for a summer job.

“But Jae, this company is super picky! They’re just hiring the best of the best. Although the majority of the people who work in this company are young ones who are really really great people.” You said that to him while looking at the website and portfolios of those who work in this company. “There’s no harm in trying, y/n.” He winked at you and proceeded to scroll his feed again. While your eyes were glued at the website, you wonder who’s the person behind this company. You wonder if he has the mind-reading skills or whatsoever magic trick that he’s had the great people under his belt.

And here you are, 9:45AM at the reception of the company. You got off the bus and ran to the company as fast as possible. Fortunately, the lady at the reception was nice and told you to wait for a while. You thanked the gods for letting you off the hook this time. While you were reviewing your portfolio, the receptionist called you, “Miss y/n? Mr. Park is waiting for you in his office. Please go to the 11th floor and turn left, you’ll see his secretary. She’ll let you know more about your interview.” She smiled at you and you smiled back.

While you were walking towards the elevator, you see the interior of the building. It was minimal yet elegant. Something you really want. It made you want to work here. The employees you’ve come across to were nice and made you feel to work here more. By the time the elevator arrived on the designated floor, you were surprised that you were the only one who was called by Mr. Park. You asked the secretary, “Hi, is this Mr. Park’s office? I’m y/n. The receptionist told me to go here.” You hand your curriculum vitae to the secretary, “Is the person who’s going to interview me is the boss?” You whispered to her. She chuckled, “Yes, Miss y/n. It was rare for him to interview the applicants himself. He must be impressed by your application. You may now come in.”

You being nervous is an understatement –– his secretary told you that it was rare for him to conduct an interview himself. When the secretary opened the door, you were shocked at how beautiful and sophisticated his office is. The design, the displays, and the name –– you stopped your tracks by looking at his name.

No way. You uttered, “Mr. Park Jinyoung?”

He turned his back and looked at you, “Hello, y/n. It was nice to see you again.”

“You?!” You dropped your portfolio and picked it up but boy, he was fast. He’s now in front of you, “Yes, it’s me. I had a hard time looking for you, love.” He smirked at you. “Why were you looking for me? We were done. We broke one of the clauses.”

“But you didn’t have to run off like that...” He stared at you and continued, “I got scared of what happened to you. After 6 months of looking for you, I stopped. Then the next week, I was looking at the portfolios sent by the applicants and I saw my photo but side-view. I knew it was me because you let me saw that photo, you were so proud of the result of your styling to me.” He looked at you while reminiscing the past, “Then I saw your resume, you’ve changed your phone number, you moved out of your apartment and you changed the color of your hair.”

This time, it was your turn to stare at him, “Jinyoung... it was what we’re supposed to be. You gave me what I need, the money, the luxury, my tuition, and in return, I give you my company.” His eyes were betraying him. You continued, “But then, I have to admit, I was falling for you day by day. You are a gentleman and a handsome young man. I’m scared that if we go on, we might not just break the clauses in the contract but also our hearts.” You hugged your portfolio.

He turned around and faced you again, hands on his waist, you can see he is frustrated, “You only have the say in this? You’re the only one who decided to leave me and break off! God damn, y/n! I confessed to you after we kissed that night!” It is now your turn to cry, “Jinyoung, I am not that girl for you. You’re handsome, bright, gentleman and more! I’m just a normal girl who drunkenly said yes to a dare to look for a sugar daddy who’s at my age in the club! We didn’t know it’d go far like this, you know that. And please, I’m here for the job and not for you.” Jinyoung, being frustrated, ruffled his hands on his hair and said, “Okay.” And you said, “Okay.”

There was a moment of silence and then, Jinyoung started looking at your resume, “I see that you’ve become a dean’s lister during last year’s semester, but the following semester, you were off the list. Why’s that?” You know that he knows why. He just wanted to come out of your mouth. You answered, “I had personal problems during that time.” Jinyoung looked at you, “If that’s the case, why are we going to hire someone who doesn’t know when to separate personal and work matters?” For the first time since meeting him today, you were surprised at how he can immediately shift his mood, “You know what happened and—” you got cut-off by him, “I’m talking to you as the CEO of the company not as your sugar daddy, y/n.” You got quiet and simply answered, “I’ve grown and learned from my mistakes. I learned not to let my emotions rule over me. At this point of my life, I’ve had many decisions that I did not like. In reference to my class standing, I’ve had to make sacrifices for the betterment of myself. Isn’t that what the company needs? Someone who’s up for commitment, even though there’s a lot to sacrifice.” He was internally shocked at your answer, he knew you could do well. “Ever since I’ve known you, I always know you could do well at everything you do.” You blushed at his comment. “Thank you, Mr. Park.” It wasn’t long until he told you that his secretary will just contact you if you’re hired or not.

When you got back on your apartment, you messaged Jaebeom.

y/n: you won’t believe what I’ll say!

jaebeom: what?

y/n: Jinyoung was the CEO of the company I’ve applied to!!!

jaebeom: Jinyoung? As in the guy whom you had a relationship as sugar daddy?

y/n: YES

jaebeom: it seems like you’re in for a ride ;)

You groaned at his response. You can’t say that you weren't that glad to see him but you’re ashamed of yourself. Your phone dinged and a message from an unknown number.

unknown: hey, y/n. it’s me, Jinyoung. would you like to have dinner or anything, or in a coffee shop?

y/n: wow, using your power as a CEO to get my number, I see.

jinyoung: please? i really missed you...

y/n: okay, you know where. same place, 7pm.

jinyoung: sounds like a plan, i’ll see you then.

As the night’s about to approach, you inhaled deeply and asked yourself, are you ready to see him again? I mean, if you’ll get accepted, there’s a hundred percent chance you’ll see him everyday. The next thing you knew is that you’re in front of your go-to restaurant. Jinyoung knew about this because whenever he asks you where you are, you’re here.m

You were looking for Jinyoung, and when you see him, you can see that he’s on his phone. He sees you too, “I’ll call you back tomorrow. Bring the files to me first thing in the morning. Okay, thanks.” He hung up the call and said to you, “Hi, you came.” Your lips curved into smile and seated in front of him, “Yes? What’s this dinner for?” Jinyoung chuckled, “Typical, y/n. Asking the necessary first before indulging.”

Both of you were tip-toeing in the conversation. Both of you were just saying only the tip of the iceberg and both of you knows it. When the bill came, you were about to pay but Jinyoung interrupted you, “No, y/n. I’ll pay. I was the one who called you anyways.”

When both of you got out of the restaurant, you said your thanks to him, “It was nice seeing you. I’m sorry about the attitude at your office awhile ago. I got shocked and all.” He smiled wryly, “It’s understandable. I mean, I won’t invalidate your feelings. Or if there’s any left.” he continued, “How are you gonna go home? Do you still have the car I gave you?” You choked, “Very nice of you but I returned it to your driver. You might have not seen it yet since you have what, hundreds of cars?” He’s more shocked that you contacted his driver instead of him, “Oh, so you do have my driver’s number? How? Anyway, don’t answer that. Come on, I’ll take you home. It’s dangerous at night, and you know that.”

The heavens must have been in favor of Jinyoung. When you got inside the car, it started to rain hard. “Oh my god. My place is kind of far away from here. It’s a 2-hour drive. I am so so sorry for this, Jinyoung. You could drop me off at the nearest bus stop.” He looked at you and said, “My place is near here. You could stay there until the rain stops.” You can see him ruffling his hair, “That’s very nice of you but I don’t want to impose.” Jinyoung chuckled at your reply, “I insist. Plus we could talk more.” You know what’ll happen if you go in his house, “If that’s okay, then okay.”

While he was driving, you glanced up to him. You missed him, but you feel like it’s inappropriate. You looked outside, he still lives at this secured place where majority of the rich people in town or in the country lives. As you passed the gates, you can see the familiar surroundings. It was still raining hard when Jinyoung parked his car, “Wait here, I’ll get an umbrella.” You stopped him, “No! I can run from here to your front door.” You did not realize how far his parking lot was until you reached the front door. You were soaking and literally wet from the adventure you had done. Jin young ran too, “We should’ve gotten the umbrella. Come, you can wear my clothes as we dry yours.”

When he opened the door, you smiled at the place. You and Jinyoung spent lots of time at his house. He once told you that he’s a homebuddy, that he rarely leaves the house. So, when you were here, you redecorated the place. It was nice of him not to change everything after that. “I’ll just wait here.”

When he came out, he’s already changed his clothes. You stopped yourself from drooling, how did you manage to get away from this handsome man? He was wearing his shorts and a shirt. “Here, wear this. The shirt’s mine but the bottoms were yours. You still have some of your belongings here, you know.” You blushed at him, “Okay, I’ll just change my clothes.”

You left your clothes to dry and went out of the bathroom. You still see Jinyoung sitting there and waiting for you. “You don’t have to wait for me though. You should take some rest too. I’ll just wait until the rain stops and I’ll leave.” You smiled at him.

“I know we’ve been avoiding this but I really wanted to talk about us.” He shifted and seated near you, “I don’t regret giving you all those things. It was voluntary. I wanted to give everything to you, even myself.” You replied, “We don’t have to talk about this now, Jinyoung. I insist. Let’s just talk about other things instead.” You don’t want to open the wounds that were just starting to heal or so you thought. “Okay. Is it okay if we move at the bar counter? We could talk there while I make some drinks. Coffee, Tea, Beer, Wine or water?” He stood up waiting for you, “Wine will do.”

Jinyoung asked, “you sure?” Both of you knows that you’re a lightweight kind of person. Two glasses of wines and you’re dead. You’ve catched up a little bit. Jinyoung never thought that he’d see you in his company. You asked him, “Am I accepted already?” Both of you lightly laughed, he said, “If you want the job, then you have it. I won’t deprive my company to have someone as great as you. Do you want it?” You shrugged, “Well, yes! You know me, if I want to achieve something, I’ll make sure to have it!”

You’re getting red already, you asked for the third glass and you feel dizzy already. “You know, you gotta thank Jaebeom. If it wasn’t for him, I won’t have the courage to apply there.” Jinyoung raised his eyebrows at you, “Ah, I remember him. Great guy. Forgive me if I ask, are you & him dating?” He was red, thank god you both were drinking or else you’ll notice the redness on his face. “No, were not dating! He’s like a brother to me. I haven’t dated ever since we met until now.” You smiled at him. “And you? Of course, as a CEO, you got to meet lovely ladies. Tell me more!” His eyes were dark and said, “I don’t just date around, y/n. I’m still waiting for you.”

A moment of silence passes and you asked him, “Why me? I mean, you were my sugar daddy! That’s—” He cut you off, “Correction, my love. I’m still your ‘sugar daddy’. We haven’t signed the closure agreement.” He smirked at you. You looked at him in surprise and thought to yourself, two can play at the same time. “Oh, really? So? What do you want?” You have to blame it on the alcohol. You’re now drunk as hell. And it was hot in the room. You pushed your shorts and now you’re just wearing your underwear and shirt because you left your bra to dry.

“You.” Jinyoung held your face. “Tell me if you want me to stop. Tell me.” He’s closer, and just like that he kissed you. And you kissed back. His hands roaming at your back and your hands on his hair. He’s murmuring, I miss you so much, in between kisses. When he pulled out, you whined, “Why did you stop?” He pulled you onto his lap and said, “Not now baby. You’re drunk. What we’ll do is we sleep. Let’s go now.” You insisted, “But—” He hushed you, “No buts!” He carried you into his room and got your shorts as well. The moment he placed you in his bed, you were already sleeping like a child. He said to himself, what do I do with your stubborn ass?

You wake up the next morning, your head aches so much. “Ugh, hang-over sucks.” You said as you turn to see Jinyoung still sleeping. You were staring at his beautiful face, your fingers running through his hair and then you stopped. When you were about to leave the bed, his hands snaked through your waist, “Don’t leave yet, please.” He whispered in your ears. You turned around to face him once again, now he’s awake, “Jinyoung, I want to end what we have.” You sighed, he replied, “W-what?” You stood up and seated beside him, “We have to end the sugar daddy thingy! I mean how are we supposed to move on from that?” Jinyoung sighed in relief, “Okay but please let me spoil you. You deserve it.” You’re now on top of him and you giggled, “No, love. We’ll be equals now. I can’t just let you spend things for me.” Jinyoung hugged you tightly and said, “Hmm.. Okay. Agreed! I gotta thank Jaebeom for encouraging you. You’re worth the wait, baby. I love you.” Both of you stayed there for a while. Jinyoung feels nothing but contentment and happiness.

[nichoswag]

Hey I really loved your latest GOT7 reaction and wonder if you would do any of these? (No rush btw if you have a major long queue) and love your blog ✨

- Where and how would they say the first 사랑해/I love you to their S/O?

- Who do you think is more of a hopeless romantic vs more realistic about love? (If that makes sense)

omgg tysm anon! i'll start off with the first rq and when i get the chance i'll link the other one here :)

[a/n: i'm sorry this took so long but i have trouble staying focused 😢 hope you enjoy lovely anon 💘]

got7 saying 'i love you' for the first time

warnings: cursing, a LOT of the same emojis (🤩🥺😍😢 ofc), mentions of a picnic so implied eating? also not proofread (when is it ever) bcs i'm writing this at 3:30 am and am about to get tf ts 🤠

jayb

jaebeom is kind of hard to read sometimes... i feel like this could go one of two ways with him; he either plans it out extravagantly or he just says it as a kind of in-the-moment thing. if he plans it out he goes all out (read: youngjae) but if it's a moment kind of thing he jus kinda says it like bambam 🧑‍🦲

mark

mans jus kinda just blanks - it takes him so long to actually realize he loves you that by the time he's ready to say it out loud you've already long beaten him to it 🥺 he makes up for being a dumb bitch (affectionate) by buying takeout and making a night for the two of you - him and the woman he loves 😢

jackson

jackson would full on scream as soon as he realizes he's in love with your dumb ass - 'OH MY GOD Y/N I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING ' OMG JACKSON WHAT HAPPENED ' 'I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU OMGOMGOMG' 'bitch ilyt but why tf did you have to scare the shit out of me'

jinyoung

jinyoung wouldn't do anything too extra but he would plan it out - when he realizes he loves you it's probably too chaotic for him to say anything (we're jus gonna pretend the members live together 👀👀) so he waits until later when you're both cuddled up on the couch watching tv or sum dumb shit and he confesses 🤩 sweetest man ong but he's not yelling that he loves you for the first time over all that chaos wtf do you think this is

youngjae

youngjae is our hopeless romantic (also kinda basic at times 😢 no hate i jus like to slander ppl 🤩) so i think he'd go the full rose petals and candles 👀👀 this is a big thing for him so pls treat him nicely and saY IT BACK OR HE'LL CRY. mans plans the timing and everything - he's waiting for you by the front door as soon as you get home to take your jacket and get your shoes off 🥺 pls take care of him he's so precious

bambam

bam is more of a spur-of-the-moment person - he'd literally just blurt it out loud the moment he realizes he's in love with you 🥺 like you could be trying to kill his cat bcs the thing won't stop scratching up your eXpEnsIvE leather purses (courtesy of the man himself bcs hes like ur sugar daddy ngl) and he'd jus look at you with so much love in his eyes (dOrK) - ' y/n i love you ' ' bam not now i'm busy murdering sphinx - wait wtf you love me ? ' but you love him too so you're both dorks 🤠

yugyeom

biggest dork of all, even over bambam 🤩 mans takes you to some cheesy ass spot like a field with flowers or sum shit and has a whole ass picnic jus to tell you he loves you 🙄 cutie tho bcs that's still so sweet 🥰

[dustofinsanity]

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒

Jaebeom / Reader ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤAngst/Fluff ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤWords count: 4.2k

Summary: Y/n’s saw every JB’s faces: the perfect first meet guy, the kinky and teasing demon, the so in love with his dear girlfriend man, the not so often present serious roommate, the annoying and proud cats owner, the talented underground artist, the heartbroken angel but can she forgot the terrifying monster?

Content/Warning: Mature content, Roommates to lovers AU, Underground Artist AU

Credits: @ the gif owner 

“Nora, don’t play with the cables! Odd, get down right now! Kunta, don’t chew my eraser!” You sighed and, rubbing the top of your nose, lost your patience. “JB! Come get your Minions!”

A door opened and a handsome young man, your roommate, came into the living room, an amused and arrogant grin on his lips. He obviously heard you earlier but he loved when you called him for help with his infernal cats. He took Nora in his arms and, patting his right thigh, called the two other cats that immediately came to him. It was a conspiracy!

“You’re so loud, babe. You’re scaring them.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry…” You said cynically, faking a sad face. “But I try to work and I can’t focus because of them! And don’t call me babe!”

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He chuckled making you madder than you already was.

“You, your Minions, in your room! Right now!” You growled, pointing at his door. “I’ll call you for dinner!”

“Yes, mom!”

Keeping his arrogant smile, he left the living room and went back to his room, winking at you before closing the door.

You hated this fucking -handsome- man.

Before, you were living with your best friend, Hana, an adorable young lady you knew since the kindergarten. But, few months ago, she moved in with her fiancé and was living a perfect life. Since you knew you couldn’t pay the rent of your apartment all alone, you placed an ad for a new roommate but you had no idea that things would turn like that. Some people came to see your place but, when Jaebeom appeared in front of your door, your heart melted.

Yeah, you’re weak…

The first weeks were cool. Jaebeom was a real sweetheart, cooking for both of you, apologising when his five cats were a little too loud and, sometimes, he even forced you to stop working and relax on the couch, massaging your back. Yes, Jaebeom was a real sweetheart… But it was a trap and, after a month and a half, you saw his real face! You met the demon!

Even if he continued to help you with the household tasks, he started to tease you and test your patience. Too bad for him, you were patient. But when it wasn’t Jaebum, it was his cats, the Minions, and, day by day, well… you lost your patience. When you told Hana what JB did, the way he tried to get on your nerves almost everyday, she thought he had a thing for you. But it couldn’t be since he had a girlfriend and was so madly in love with her.

No, Jaebeom didn’t have a thing for you, he just loved to see you mad.

Too focused on your work, you didn’t hear his door open and jumped when he puts his chin on your shoulder, asking you what the novel you were writing was about. Hiding the screen with your hands, you shouted at him not to look and, turning your face to him, noticed he was shirtless.

Dear Lord, living with him was torture!

“Is it that kinky?” He smirked near to your ear, making you hold a shiver hardly.

“Go away, JB.” You sighed. “I already told you, I don’t want you to-”

“Yeah, I know. I’m gonna take a shower. Do you wanna come?”

“Go away, JB.” You repeated, biting your bottom lip discreetly.

“You’re not funny, babe.”

He moved away from your head and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the living room with a racing heart and bright red cheeks. Ah, sorry, not alone, the Minions came back.

You hated him so much.

Knowing that you couldn’t write with the Minions around you, you saved your work and went to the kitchen, starting to cook the dinner. Even if you weren’t a chef, you liked to cook pretty and delicious dinners and, this evening, it would be chicken alfredo for you and soondubujiggae for Jaebeom since he only eats korean food. Struggling with the cats that were all rubbing against your legs, you started JB’s meal and gave some meat pieces to his pets. Sometimes, they were cute. Sometimes.

You continued to cook when you felt two arms wrapping around your waist and wet hair against your head. Holding you closer to him, Jaebeom sniffed and whispered it smelled good before thanking you and kissing your shoulder. You hated when he was doing that. You hated it even more knowing he was just playing with your feelings. Even if you weren’t really friends, he knew you pretty well, he knew how weak you could be sometimes and saw all the times you blushed when he left the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He knew how attractive you found him.

At first, you thought he was doing this to make his girlfriend jealous but it wasn’t. One night, when your both were sitting on the couch, speaking seriously together -because it happened sometimes-, he explained to you he and his girlfriend had a deal, a game. The rules were simple: no kisses, no sex, no feelings, just seduction. They could play with who they wanted, even in front of each other. Like he told me, it was a way to see how much they can trust each other.

Basically, a shitty game and you were a toy. Great…

You tried to push him away, struggling against him but he tightened his grip around you and chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

“Can you, at least, put a shirt on?” You sighed, trying to focus on the cooking.

“I know you like it when I don’t wear one.”

“Don’t think I’m your toy, JB.”

“I didn’t think you would be against it.” He whispered in your ear and went down to your neck while his hands started to go down on your thighs, making you bite your bottom lip as you threw your head back. “Would you, babe?”

“Stop it right now or I swear to God I’ll hit you with the burning pan.” You growled. “Or maybe you would prefer me to kick you in the-”

“Okay, I’ll stop!” He laughed, pulling his hands up and moving away.

Lowering your head, heart racing again, you tried to catch your breath and finished the meals, putting them on the kitchen counter where you always ate. Jaebeom looked at you all the time, trying to guess what you were thinking about or to see if your cheeks were red but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction and ate naturally your delicious chicken alfredo.

Even if you were a mess at this moment.

After the dinner, you did the dishes, it was your turn, and let him watch a movie on TV. Well, that was what you were thinking but when you turned to the couch, you saw Jaebeom reading a notebook… YOUR notebook! You rushed over him and tried to take back what was yours but your roommate stood up quickly and lifted his arm above his head.

Why were you so tiny?!

Even if you jumped, you couldn’t reach his hand and, of course, it made him laugh. But this time, Jaebeom crossed the limits and you weren’t amused, not at all.

“Give it back to me!” You shouted, jumping again.

“I didn’t know you write that good, Y/n.” Jaebeom smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Did you already think to show your songs?”

”Give me back my notebook!“ You growled, jumping higher, and finally grabbed the notebook but made both of you fall on the couch.

Eyes wide open, his hands on your hips, Jaebeom stared at you, as shocked as you were. Expecting a cynical comment from him, you said nothing and just lowered your head but JB stayed quiet and just came closer to you, sliding his hand on your neck and pulled your face inches away from his. To be honest, at this moment, you didn’t care if he had a girlfriend or not, you just wanted to kiss these lips that you found more and more attractive every day.

But luck was never your friend and Jaebeom’s phone rang on the coffee table behind you. The young man sighed slightly and, wrapping an arm around your waist, made you lean back. Without taking his eyes off yours, he leaned over you, grabbed his phone and picked up the call. Usually, he was happy when his girlfriend called him but, this time, he seemed disappointed. He nodded and mumbled few words before hanging up, always looking at you.

”I have to go.“ He sighed, putting his hand on your cheek and touching your lips delicately with his thumb. ”Don’t wait for me, babe.“

You nodded blankly and let him put a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips before standing up and walked to your desk where you put your notebook. You didn’t dare to look at him, embarrassed by what happened, and just heard him put a hoodie on and leave the apartment. You looked at Nora, that came to rub against your leg, and sat down on the floor, taking the beautiful cat in your arms and petting it like you rarely did before. What a strange night.

And it wasn’t over.

Around 4am, you was awoken by the sound of the front door opening abruptly and two male voices that you immediately recognised; your roommate and his best friend. Getting out of bed, you left your bedroom and saw Mark and Jaebeom in the living room, the first helping the second to sit on the couch. It wasn’t the first time you had seen them coming back from a club or party, and you already saw them drunk too, but, this time, something was wrong, you could see it on Mark’s face.

”Need help?“ You asked, joining them in the living room.

”Oh, thank God, Y/n, you’re here!“ Mark exclaimed, his hands up.

”I live here, Mark.“

”Sorry if we woke you up but… Do you have a first aid kit?“

You opened your eyes wide and ran to the couch where JB was sitting, his face covered by bruises and his hands bleeding. You carefully cupped your roommate’s face in your hands and made him look at you, asking what happened.

”Nothing.“ He growled, moving his head and lying down on the couch.

”His girl cheated on him and they broke up.” Mark sighed without paying attention to his best friend who was asking him to shut up. “We went to a club and JB fought with some guys.”

“I’m not good enough, she said.” Jaebeom sadly chuckled.

“Don’t listen to this bitch.” Mark sighed again. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

You smiled at Mark and nodded, letting him know that you agreed with him, and told him that the first aid kit was in the bathroom. He brought you back the little red and white box and asked you if you wanted him to stay but you answered that you could take care of Jaebeom, he could leave without any worries.

“Thank you, cupcake, you’re an angel.” He smiled at you, kissed the top of your head and left the apartment.

Without saying or asking anything, you forced Jaebeom to sit back and opened the first aid kit. Slowly, you cleaned his hands and put sanitizer on them, apologising when you saw the young man wincing. After putting some bandages on his fingers, you sat beside JB and cleaned his face but his expression broke your heart in million pieces.

Slowly you turned his face to you and looked straight into his sad eyes. The demon with who you were living for few months was far away and Jaebeom looked like a broken angel.

“Mark was right.” You whispered, putting a light kiss on his forehead. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

You smiled shyly and were about to put some sanitizer on his face when Jaebeom grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, kissing you passionately. You tried to push him away but he wrapped his arm around your waist and made you sit on his lap, deepening the kiss second by second.

“Jae… Jaebeom, stop…” You moaned against his lips. “Please… stop…”

“I know you want it.” Jaebeom growled, sliding a hand under your oversized shirt while the other went down your back and grabbed your right cheek.

“Not… not like… like that… Please…”

A loud groan escaped from his throat and suddenly, you understood that things wouldn’t get better, he wouldn’t stop. Jaebeom abruptly lied you on the couch and tried to take your panties off but you struggled, hitting him as hard as you could. He then grabbed your wrists with just one hand, raised them over your head and started to slide your underwear down your thigh with his free hand. You begged him to stop but you froze when his eyes met yours: the man over you wasn’t your roommate, he wasn’t Jaebeom, he wasn’t the arrogant but funny demon with who you lived, he was a stranger, a monster.

Terrified, you struggled harder and finally been able to kick him in the lower abdomen, making him fall from the couch. You stood up immediately and ran behind the couch, grabbing the first thing you could reach, a standing lamp near a window. You heard Jaebeom growl in pain and stop suddenly, getting up and looking at you with eyes wide open. He seemed so lost.

“Y/n… I… I’m… I’m so… so sorry.” He stuttered, standing up and coming slowly to you.

“Stay away from me!” You shouted, lifting up the lamp, eyes full of tears. “Don’t touch me ever again! Don’t talk to me ever again! You monster!”

You carefully stepped back, dropped the lamp and ran into your room. You couldn’t believe what happened, you couldn’t believe Jaebeom tried to do this to you. Leaning your back against the door, you tried to ease the beat of your heart and wiped your tears with your shirt.

For the first time in your life, you even locked the door of your bedroom.

After that night, you talked with Jaebeom only one time but didn’t let him apologise or say anything. You coldly told him he could still live in the apartment but only on certain conditions. One, he shouldn’t talk to you never again. Two, if he touched you, you’d kill him. Three, he should do his dishes and his laundry. Four, you wouldn’t buy his food anymore, if he wanted to eat, he had to cook his meals on his own. Five, if he came in your room, you’d kill him. Six, if he touched your stuff, you’d kill him. And seven, if he didn’t respect the rules… You’d kill him. He nodded sadly and, following the first rule, didn’t say anything and left the living room.

From this moment, you lived together like that, as if you were ghosts to each other. Sometimes, JB left some post-its on the fridge, letting you know he had done his tasks, was out or bought some meals that you never ate. Other times, he just wished you a good day, always asking you not to work too much or skipping meals. But you never replied.

However, after three months, you weren’t mad at him anymore, disappointed but not angry, and even started to feel a bit bad for him. What he tried to do was unacceptable, and you needed more time to completely forgive him, but you knew Jaebeom. Deep inside, you knew you weren’t in danger with him. He proved it to you a few times, putting a blanket on your shoulders when you fell asleep on your desk and leaving a note on your keyboard on which he said he didn’t touch you, just covered you. Jaebeom followed every rules and added new ones like locking his cats in his room when you were working or, for him, not drinking alcohol at home.

Maybe you were weak, or crazy, but you finally moved on, forgiving what he did without telling him.

One morning, after a long night full of weird dreams, you went to the kitchen and, opening the fridge, saw a note taped on the door.

“Hi, Y/n. I hope you slept well.

I don’t know if you will read this but, today, Mark and I will hold our first concert. It would be great if you could come. I don’t ask you to do it for me but, please, do it for Mark. He would be happy to see you and you could see how hard he worked. I left a flyer on the counter. If you come, you won’t have to pay, we told to the organisers you’re family. I won’t ask you anything else ever again but, please, come to see us Mark. Have a nice day.”

You turned to the counter and saw the coloured flyer. A sweet smile stretched across your lips as you remembered that you promised Jaebeom to go to the first show he and Mark would hold. You checked the time and saw you had almost all day, the concert starting at 10pm. Then, you decided that you could work for a few hours and go to the club in the evening, wondering if you would feel anxious or excited.

Answer? Both.

Your heart was racing and, when you reached the club where the concert was being held, you thought you would faint, your head spinning a little. You came closer to the front door and asked if the concert already started. Shit, you were late! The bouncer asked for your name and let you in when you said it.

The place was full and you felt so glad for the two men. You knew how hard they worked and they deserved all these fans. Being underground artists wasn’t easy in this country but Jaebeom and Mark, aka Disturbed Utopia, were out of this world. Even if the mix of rap and sing was common, their voices, their styles, their lyrics and the feelings they put in them were unique.

Leaning against the bar, you watched them giving their best, noticing that JB was wearing the shirt you bought him for his birthday. They were hypnotising even if you noticed that Jaebeom had a sad glint in his eyes. After the broken angel, the monster, and the ghost, the demon who you lived with turned into the shadow of himself. Even his fake cheeky smile didn’t fool you.

“How are you, guys?” Mark shouted between two songs, making everyone scream in the club. “Are you still here?” Other screams. “You guys are amazing! We will take a short break but before, this is our new song, Heal Me.”

The club went dark and only the two artists were illuminated on the stage, both sitting on bar stools. The music began and you were surprised at how it was different from their other songs. This one was slow and sounded sad. The first verse that Mark was rapping was about a man who talked about how bad he behaved with an amazing girl he liked. But when Jaebeom sang the chorus, the man begged for another chance, asking to be “healed” from the monster he was.

You didn’t need to ask to know who wrote the lyrics and, feeling your heart break, you couldn’t hold your tears, looking straight at your roommate on the stage.

During Mark’s second verse, in which the man was saying all the mistakes he did, JB looked through the public and his eyes met yours but he immediately looked down, his expression getting sadder than before, breaking your heart more. As soon as Mark saw the expression on his best friend’s face, he looked in your direction and saw you, giving you a discreet sweet smile and winking at you. You gave him back his smirk and listened to the last verse where the man explained how miserable he felt and how he missed the girl.

Gradually, the lights went down and, when the song was over, the public gave an incredible ovation to the duo. You wanted to clap too but your hands were shaking and tears were still rolling down your cheeks. The light came back and the men thanked the public before leaving the stage, taking a short break while you couldn’t move at all, looking straight at the stool on which Jaebeom was sitting a few seconds ago.

“Are you Miss Y/n?” A man asked, making you jump before you nodded. “Come with me, please. Mark and Jaebeom want to see you.”

Wiping your tears, you nodded again and followed the impressive man backstage where you were warmly welcomed by Mark who gave you a big hug, thanking you for coming to their first concert.

“It means a lot to us, you know?” He smiled, pulling away and looking at you. “You’re gorgeous tonight, cupcake.”

“Do you want me to look like a tomato?” You laughed as you felt your cheeks redden a little.

“A gorgeous tomato, then.” He smirked before looking quickly at the end of the hall where Jaebeom was, leaning against the wall, head down. Mark focused back on you and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Look… JB told me what happened. I know he messed up and I don’t want to take his side but… He feels like shit. I don’t ask you to forgive him but can you just talk with him?”

“I’m on it.” You smiled, patting his shoulder and giving him a hug, whispering they were amazing on stage. He thanked you again and let you join Jaebeom who didn’t notice you.

Coming quietly closer to him, you noticed he was looking at his phone, rubbing softly his thumb on a picture. Tilting your head a little, you looked at the photo, a shy smile stretching your lips.

“Not the best pic of me but Nora is cute.” You chuckled, seeing that JB took a picture of you when you were sleeping on your desk, his cat curled up in a ball on the top of your back.

Without saying anything, Jaebeom calmly locked his phone and put it in the back pocket of his jeans. Teeth clenched, his hands slid into his pockets, he gave you a quick look but looked down immediately.

“When did you take it?” You asked but got no answer, just him shrugging slightly, following the rules. “Okay, forget the rule n°1. So, when did you take it?”

“Two weeks ago.” He whispered without looking at you. “I’m sorry, I forgot to lock my room and Nora opened the door. It won’t ever hap-”

“JB, look at me.” You cut him off, seeing him shake his head and swallowing. You put yourself in front of him and softly cupped his face with your hands, trying to catch his eyes but he avoided yours. “JB, please, look at me.” His eyes finally met yours. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you anymore. You weren’t in your right mind, that night. I know it. I know you.”

“I can’t forget what I did, Y/n. I replay that moment in my mind all the time, what I did, your face.” He swallowed and lowered his head again. “I understand you can’t forgive me, I can’t forgive myself either.”

“I forgave you, Jaebeom.”

He raised his head quickly and stared at you with eyes wide open. His reaction made you chuckle a little and you gave him a sweet smile before locking your lips on his. After few seconds, Jaebeom finally wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss slowly.

“I’m sorry for what I did, Y/n.” He whispered, putting his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s in the past, now. Don’t think about it anymore.” You smiled, pecking his lips. “But… Since when did my demon call me by my name? I prefer when you call me babe.”

“Same for me.” He smiled. “Can you tell me how many rules I broke for now?”

“Not enough.” You chuckled, letting him kiss you again.

“Get a room, Bonnie and Clyde!” Mark shouted, making Jaebeom and you laugh. “You’ll do whatever you want later! We have a concert to finish!”

“Go show them who’s the best.” You whispered to JB.

He nodded, kissed your forehead and, entwining your fingers, you joined Mark who was smiling at you. He gently ruffled your hair and went back on stage, followed by Jaebeom who quickly came back to you, kissing you once again.

“Promise me you won’t leave, babe.” He told you, looking straight into your eyes, his fingertips holding your chin up.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered against his lips. “Not without you, demon.”

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Injured from Sex- Got7

Jaebeom- You woke up to the soft sounds of the birds chirping. Jaebeom was sleeping soundly next to you when all of a sudden you felt a sting on your ass, you winced in pain, Jaebeom immediately woke up after the small whimpers left from your lips smiling first but then it immediately changed when he saw your expressions. “Was I too rough last night?” He asked with a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah kinda, but it’s okay.” You smiled. Jaebeom cuddled you, his hands soothing over the sore skin of your ass as you felt the warmness of his body. “I’ll try to not go harder on you next time beautiful.”

Mark- You woke up with soreness spread across your hips when you woke up from a deep sleep, you tried to turn on your other side but it was the same affect. Curious, you got up and walked to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror, with heavy eyes, you lifted the oversized shirt of your boyfriend to see the prominent bruises on both of your hips, fingerprint shaped and slightly sore. You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, and like clockwork Mark saw the bruises on your skin. “I’m sorry I did that to you, you just make me go crazy.” He said before kissing your neck making you smile. “You look good in my shirt too.” He smirked before dragging you back to bed with him.

Jackson- In your mind, Jackson has a switch implanted in him that he can turn on or off when it comes to roughness in the bed, so it wasn’t an unknown circumstance when you woke up to sore legs the morning after. You used to be very flexible, but when you stopped stretching and doing yoga like you used to you lost that slight edge in yourself, but you still did it, along with the compromising positions and the overstimulation you received you knew how your legs would feel in the morning. Hopping out of bed, you wobbled to the bathroom while Jackson let out a small chuckle before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to start a warm bath for you. “You need to stretch a little more babe.” He sighed.

Jinyoung- You swore your hair felt like it was caught in a vacuum cleaner when you woke up from your sleep. Jinyoung went a little too rough last night as he gripped your hair as he thrusted into you from behind, he is usually rough with you, and you are able to take it, but you guess your hair was just extra sensitive last night so you knew when you attempted to detangle your hair that your scalp would be too sore, and you didn’t want to cause breakage to your strands from all the unnecessary tension. You walked back into the bedroom with your hair in a bun, Jinyoung looking a little confused. “I thought you leaving your hair down?” “I was until a certain someone decided to pull my hair a little too hard last night.” You replied. He chuckled before walking up to you to kiss you before issuing you an apology.

Youngjae- One thing about Youngjae is that he is very passionate about you and your body. He takes time knowing all of your sweet and sensitive spots so it was no surprise to you when you walked to the bathroom to see the red-purple marks that grazed your neck all over, many near each other in the same spots as well as a few on the back of your neck. You loved how territorial Youngjae was over you, but you hated how much they hurt to the touch and the covering them up with concealer for work method as well. You slightly jumped when you felt a warm damp towel on the back of your neck, Youngjae stood proudly holding the towel to your neck before kissing your lips. “Sorry I was too rough on you, I only wanted people to know that you’re mine.” He smiled.

BamBam- You woke up and looked at the heating pad sitting in the chair from across the room. You woke up with an aching pain in your back from last night. When BamBam said he would fuck you into the mattress he was not joking at all. The throbbing pain got worse as you thought about it. Finally, you got up reaching for the heating pad and took it to your bed. Ready to plug it in, BamBam woke up quickly enough to see you getting back to bed as you waited for the pad to heat up, placing underneath your back. “Back still hurt?” He asked slightly awake. “Yeah.” You sighed. “Well instead of a heating pad, how about a nice hot bath?” “Do you plan on making my back hurt more?” You asked. “I wasn’t planning to, but if you insist…” He replied. “Fuck it, it’s worth it.” You said ready to start the bath.

Yugyeom- It was one thing to have sex with Yugyeom, it was another thing to challenge his skills and stamina. You knew this boy was a dancer, and that he was incredibly awesome in bed because of that, but due to your proudness, you challenged him to a stamina battle which you completely failed at, but what was worse was the aching pain you felt between your legs the morning after. You could barely keep your legs closed because it was causing to much friction. You slowly sat up, ready to walk to the bath, but your legs had faltered. Yugyeom saw the intense state you were in felt bad. He quickly came to you, picked you up, and laid you back in bed. “Yugyeom what are you-” “Shh, let me take care of you.” He said moving his mouth lower to your sore core.