#Park Jinyoung Drabble

[kpopimaginings]

"It's not worth it" - Jinyoung

You knew this would happen. You and Jinyoung had recently announced your relationship to the GOT7 boys. Part of the reason you had kept it quiet early on was because you knew there would be teasing. You could have also predicted that BamBam and Jackson were going to be the main perpetrators.

You were out for a group dinner for the first time since they found out and the teasing started immediately. You honestly weren't too bothered by it, but you noticed Jinyoung's clenched jaw as he glared at the members who were talking. You took his hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze, trying to silently tell him to let it go.

Once the food came out, things quietened down for a moment.

"Don't let them get to you," you whispered to Jinyoung.

He just nodded in acknowledgment, but you knew he hadn't really taken your comment to heart.

As you finished eating, you took Jinyoung's hand again and shot him a little smile.

"Ah, look at you two all loved up," BamBam started again.

"Cut back on the PDA though," Jackson added.

You rolled your eyes at the comment, but once again Jinyoung couldn't let it slide.

"We looked at each other. How is that PDA?"

"Relax, Jinyoung-ie," Jackson told him, before turning to you. "Are you sure about him? He's a bit uptight!"

You bit your lip to keep yourself from chuckling and further annoying your boyfriend.

Then, you jumped slightly as Jinyoung brought his hand down on the table.

"Jinyoung!" you scolded.

"What was the one thing I asked of you, Jackson?" he snapped, ignoring your interjection.

Jackson stared blankly at Jinyoung.

"All I said was don't tease Y/n," he continued. "You can wind me up all you like but when she's around, you knock it off."

"But she's our friend too," Jackson pointed out.

"Yeah, she's used to us, she knows what we're like," BamBam added.

You were about to agree with them, when Jinyoung  spoke again.

"I'm crazy about Y/n, ok? The last thing I want is you idiots scaring her off."

"Jinyoung-ie, that's so sweet," you said, your voice now softer, "And I'm very pleased you want me to stick around, but the boys are right, I've known them for long enough that I expected this. A little teasing among friends isn't going to make me leave."

"Ok, but-"

"No, it's not worth it. I want to be with you, and Jackson and BamBam being littles shits isn't going to change that."

Jinyoung couldn't help but smile and chuckle as the troublemakers complained at your choice of words. Smiling back, you leant in and pecked a soft kiss to his lips.

It surprised you somewhat when the resulting 'Ew' came from Yugyeom.

"Don't you start," you told him with a smile, before resting your head on Jinyoung's shoulder while you waited for desert.

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

[blu-joons]

You Go Into Labour At A Concert ~ Park Jinyoung

You tried your best to ignore as yet another kick of pain made you jolt as you walked, focusing on Jinyoung in front of you. Both of your hands rested against your bump, desperate to find a way to get the pain to stop so that you could be comfortable.

Looking back to you, a member of staff scoffed as they watched you try and keep your balance, not wanting to cause any fuss. His eyes intimidated you, making you sink back against the wall as you took several deep breaths in.

“Do you really need to take the attention off of your husband this much?” He asked you, moving you to one side. “We get your pregnant, no need to make a huge deal about it.”

Your eyes widened at his chilling attitude, “if you think all of this is just for a bit of attention then I’d love for you to try and feel what real pain is.”

His head shook, called over by his manager to pay attention as the third outfit change of the night for the group neared. You were left standing alone as you tried to focus on the show, but the pain that you felt was niggling more with every passing second.

Your eyes could barely focus on the boys running off the stage, noticing that your figure was being blocked by the member of staff. Your eyes shut, feeling as if you had no chance of even being able to let Jinyoung know that you were uncomfortable.

“Where’s Y/N?” You soon heard him ask though, unable to spot you anywhere.

The expression on the staff’s faces looked disturbing to Jinyoung, deciding to look past their shoulders. It was lucky that he did as he spotted you knelt down, hands pressed underneath your bump as the pain only worsened for you.

“Y/N? Are you alright? What’s wrong?” Jinyoung frantically asked you, pushing them to one side so that he could kneel down beside you. “Are you in pain?”

Your head shook back at Jinyoung as his hand rested against the small of your back. Straight away he knew that you were lying, looking back and calling the boys across to you hoping that they’d be able to help him out a little bit.

“You need to get changed,” you warned Jinyoung, noticing him still in his outfit for the previous set. “You’ll get into trouble.”

“I don’t care about my clothes Y/N, I care about you,” Jinyoung quickly reminded you.

As the boys all came over too, their expressions turned to worry. Each one of them knew you well, easily well enough to know when you were in pain and struggling especially.

“He’s not needed on stage anymore,” Jaebeom told you, placing his hand to Jinyoung’s left shoulder. “You can’t go up there when Y/N’s like this, we’ve only got five songs left, we can fill in the gaps and make things look normal, it’s not as if we’ve not performed a member down before.”

Your head shook as Jaebeom assured you both that there was no need to panic. “I’m sure if I can just get a chair to sit on to catch my breath, I’ll feel a lot better guys.”

Whilst you tried to convince the boys that there was no need to worry, they were far from sure at all. Jaebeom almost agreed, but as he looked between the rest of the boys, they all silently told him to put his foot down and keep Jinyoung right by your side.

The sudden realisation of what was going on soon crept up on Jinyoung as soon as Jaebeom stopped talking. “What if these pains are something more serious?” He asked anyone who would listen to him, “you’re only two weeks away from your due date, what if maybe this is the early signs of labour coming?”

As Jinyoung fretted, Jaebeom held onto him a little tighter. “Maybe you guys should go and visit the hospital rather than stay here, it’s too busy and loud for you Y/N when you’re in pain.”

“I wish you guys would stop worrying,” you frowned, raising your voice, only to quickly regret it. The pain heightened as you began to get irritable, having to quickly lean back down as you tried to stand, groaning underneath your breath in discomfort.

“There is no way you’re staying here,” Yugyeom told you as he helped Jinyoung to hold onto you and stop you falling. Jackson and Mark had already gone to get you some bits, whilst Youngjae and BamBam fought together as to who could get their phones quicker.

The reality soon began to sink in for you too as you sunk down in Jinyoung and Yugyeom’s hold. You could hear the impatience of the crowd growing behind the curtain, not to mention the disapproving stares you were getting from the members of staff who were waiting to carry on.

A sigh came from you as you felt your figure be lifted so that you were sat in a chair that Jackson had fetched for you. “I’m so sorry,” you sighed, unable to ignore the guilt that was eating away at you for bringing the concert to a halt.

“Don’t you dare apologise Y/N; you can’t help any of this. It’s natural, that’s all.”

Despite Mark’s best attempts to reassure you, you still felt bad, especially as all of them sat down with you. The staff tried several times to get back on stage, but each one of them refused to leave until they knew you had help.

“The fans are expecting you guys to finish the show, are you crazy?”

“We will finish the show,” BamBam told them as they approached again, “but we will finish the show when Y/N is taken care of. If you’re that concerned then one of you can go up there and explain to them that there’s been an emergency,” BamBam added, watching as the member of staff very quickly backed away from you all.

“We’re staying right here,” Youngjae smiled across at you, resting his hand against your shoulder, “you’ve always been here for the seven of us, it’s about time that we return the favour and be here for you as well Y/N.”

As you looked around at the seven of them sat around you, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to have friends like them. Even as the ambulance came, they didn’t leave your side until you were laid in the back and comfortable with cushions.

They stood and they waved for as long as they possibly could until the ambulance left the arena, knowing that now they had a show to finally finish.

“What an eventful day,” Jinyoung laughed as he sat down beside you, bundled into the back of the ambulance by the boys who ignored your protests that you would be alright and that Jinyoung could join you once the show was done.

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “I know what you’re going to say to me, but I’m still sorry that it happened here. Of all the places and all the times, of course, our baby had to decide to throw a spanner in the works.”

“Clearly they’re just proving that they’re dramatic like you,” Jinyoung joked in reply to you, “making sure everyone knows that they like the attention.”

You poked your tongue out at Jinyoung just before another pain hit you, grabbing onto his hand and squeezing it once again. Jinyoung didn’t complain at all as you did so, allowing you to hold onto him for as long as you needed to until you laid back down again, knowing the pain of your grip was something that he was going to have to get used to.

“At least they’ll have a fun story as to how they came into the world,” Jinyoung smiled at you.

“Their daddy’s concert, who would have thought it?”

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Masterlist

[sweetestofchaos]

Prince Peach

Summary: Jinyoung was just trying to make himself something to eat and here you come with your bullshit.

Rating: PG16

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Paring: Husband!Jinyoung x GN Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Light Hearted Threats (who doesn't love those), Domestic!Jinyoung

Word Count: 259

Jinyoung stood at the counter, a knife in one hand while the other held a leaf of lettuce, frozen in place. His mind was racing, as your words echoed loudly in his head.

"W-What did you just say to me?"

From your seat at the kitchen table you laughed seeing that your statement had some kind of effect on your loving boyfriend who had been teasing you just moments ago. He was in the middle of making himself a sandwich and you asked him to make you one as well. Plus he looked really good in his light wash jeans, you couldn't help yourself when he told no teasingly.

"You heard me. I'll squeeze your ass so hard that you'll feel it in your balls."

Jinyoung set the knife in his hand down on the counter along with the lettuce leaf before he slowly turned around to face you. You smirked at him and made a grabby motion with your hands making Jinyoung frown.

"If you touch me like that, babe-" Jinyoung crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes as he flexed his muscles, "- I can promise you won't like the repercussions."

You raised an eyebrow and licked your lips before you folded your fingers together and rested your chin on top. "Sounds like a good time to me, Prince Peach."

Jinyoung scarfed at the nickname and gave you the middle finger before he turned back around. You laughed loudly, knowing that you had won this round and Jinyoung sighed. This is who he married, huh?

[fantastic-bby]

Pairing: Reader x Jinyoung

Word count: 881

Genre: Fluff | Domesticity

Summary: Life at home with your husband has never been better.

Warnings: -

[22:41]

“Why did we wait this long to do the laundry?” you sigh as you start pulling your freshly dried sheets out of the laundry basket, dumping the warm pile of various fabric onto the wooden floor of your bedroom. 

“I told you to start doing your laundry earlier in the day, but you didn’t listen,” Jinyoung claims in his ‘I told you so’ voice with his arms crossed over his chest as he watches from the open doorway. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff, “now, get your ass over here and help me.” 

Jinyoung lets out a small laugh before obliging. He walks closer to where you’ve turned the floor into a makeshift folding board and joins you in folding the laundry. 

It’s silent and it’s peaceful. 

You find yourself feeling more joy out of the simple and domestic acts that you and Jinyoung would end up doing despite having already been married for more the past five years and having dated for almost seven. 

There’s just something about simply being with him that makes your heart feel ten times calmer than it had been for the rest of the day. No words have to be exchanged; only Jinyoung’s presence being there. 

“Have you done the dishes yet?” you ask softly, the question coming out rather suddenly, but only because you had remembered it so suddenly. 

Jinyoung’s hands immediately freeze, his eyes widening slightly as he keeps his eyes trained on one of your jeans that he was in the middle of folding. 

Your eyes narrow skeptically upon seeing his reaction, “Jinyoung…” 

“I may have forgotten because I got caught up with work,” he confesses sheepishly. 

“And you scolded me for choosing to fold the laundry at night,” you grumble just as you toss a jacket at his head. 

The fabric lands in a way where it completely drapes over Jinyoung’s head and covers his face as he stays still and allows it to happen. 

He chuckles and pulls one sleeve of it to pull it off, “I deserve that. I’ll wash them after we’re done with the laundry. I don’t want the clothes to wrinkle.” 

“As long as you get them done.” 

Jinyoung smiles and nods. 

You both return to the same rhythm as before, grabbing clothes from the pile, folding them, and setting them aside in the white laundry basket to be put away into your closet later. 

The pile slowly gets smaller and smaller as the minutes go past, until it’s half an hour later and all of your laundry is done. You think that you’re both lucky you still haven’t agreed to have children yet with how it takes more than an hour for you to fold laundry for only two people every week. 

Once the pile is gone, you move to putting away the clothes as Jinyoung moves to the kitchen to start with the dishes that had piled up from dinner. 

You stay in the bedroom for about ten minutes once you’re done with your chore and try to preoccupy yourself with one of the books from Jinyoung’s extensive bookshelf that sits flush against the right side of the bedroom, facing the queen sized bed. 

But the compilation of poems and short stories can keep you busy for only so long before you start missing the company of your best friend. 

You slide out of your bedroom in your fuzzy socks and shuffle your way down the stairs and to the kitchen where Jinyoung’s back faces the archway into the kitchen. The sleeves of his black sweater are rolled up to his elbows to avoid getting them wet as he works through the dishes at his own pace. 

You approach him softly, successfully standing behind him without alerting him before you wrap your arms around his waist. 

“Shit,” Jinyoung curses, jumping when he feels you. “You scared me, love,” he chuckles without turning around. 

“I missed you,” you hum as you press your cheek into his shoulder blade.  

“You make it sound like we’ve been separated for months,” he laughs. 

“Well, we wouldn’t be separated at all if you had done the dishes when you got home, but here we are,” you scold him playfully. 

“I’m sorry, honey. I’ll be done in a few minutes. We can watch a movie together after this, okay?” 

Jinyoung wipes his hands dry with one of the rags before turning around to face you, a big smile on his face as his hands rest on your hips gently. The black frame of his glasses sit loosely on the bridge of his nose as a result of being unable to push them back into place in the middle of doing the dishes. 

You raise your hand to gingerly adjust his glasses with your index finger which makes him scrunch his nose and purse his lips together. 

“I’d love that.”

He smiles once again as he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose. 

“We could also look at online stores to buy you new pairs of socks.”

“Oh! I like that idea better!” you gasp excitedly. 

Jinyoung laughs, “I thought you would.”

“Can we get matching pairs of those cute fox themed socks?” 

“Of course we can, honey.” 

“And what about the astronaut ones?”

“We can get those, too.”

[sxcret-garden-archive]

Jinyoung ✧ Not you, dad!

✧ Got7 Jinyoung x fem!reader ✧ words: ~1k ✧ genre: fluff, dad!Jinyoung ✧ requested: 

Author's note: I don't usually write imagines about parenting, so I hope the way I wrote this is okay^^ I also thought it'd be better to have the child be a toddler who can already talk a bit and stuff!

Your husband Jinyoung had already texted you about this while you were out. You had replied that everything would be fine, just give the kid her favorite toy or snack and make sure she gets her after-lunch nap. However, now that you’re finally on your way home, the issue is emerging from the back of your head, and suddenly it seems very present in your mind again.

You usually have nothing to worry about on the days you leave Jinyoung home alone with your little baby girl - even before you got pregnant you had talked about taking turns in watching the kid during the week, so you could both go back to work and do homeoffice on the not so busy days. Thankfully the companies you both work for were understanding about this, and even during times where both of you are needed to be present at work, Jinyoung’s or your parents still offered to help you out. 

Today however, things don’t seem to be going according to plan. As early as your lunch break was when your husband sent you a desperate text, saying “She only wants to see you, what do I do?? 😰😰”

When you finally enter your apartment, you take the silence that greets you as a good sign. Thinking that everything must’ve settled down, you take off your shoes. However, when you hear little footsteps waddling in your direction, the feeling of joy that overcomes you is soon overshadowed by the cranky face and the sobbing noises coming from your daughter. 

“Mommyyyyy!” she shouts, with a face distorted in frustration. However, her features seem to relax a bit when you finally hold her in your arms and you give her a kiss on her temple.

“Did you want to see me so bad?” you ask, softening your voice like you always do when you talk to your kid. She nods, burying her face in the crook of your neck while her little hands grab onto your clothes and hair clumsily. Rocking her back and forth in your arms, you make your way to the living room, where you find your husband, who must’ve just gotten up off the floor, toys scattered around him, himself looking like a picture of misery. You suppress a chuckle at his visible pout, and while he doesn’t come running up to you like your daughter did, you can see the relief in his eyes about you finally being back from work. Instead, you walk up to him, wanting to kiss it better for him, but due to the child starting to doze off in your arms all you can do is softly bump your shoulder into his. 

“She didn’t even want to eat my food…” Jinyoung eventually mumbles, the pout on his lips not disappearing. Neither does the sadness in his eyes. You smile at him, half in amusement because you were starting to have the feeling your daughter only does this when you’re the one in charge of looking after her, and half because you can relate to his pain.

“Let’s sit down for now, shall we?” you suggest, and you make your way to the sofa, both sitting down next to each other. Jinyoung lets his head sink to your shoulder, leaning on you. This time you can’t help but giggle at him.

“There, there,” you say, after sitting your daughter down in your lap so you only have to hold her with one hand, using the other to pat your husband on the thigh. 

“The entire day she kept asking when you’re back, and everytime I tried to play with her or talk to her she’d start screaming and crying…” he eventually starts reciting the experiences of the day to you. “I even made her her favorite food, because I thought that would appease her a bit but she didn’t even look at it and said she only wants mommy’s food…”

“You had it rough, huh,” you comment, while feeling the bundle of warmth in your lap finally relax, assuming she’s already fast asleep. While looking at your daughter’s peacefully slumbering face, Jinyoung adds,

“She refused to sleep after lunch too… she did pass out eventually, but only for like 10 minutes,” he says, extending his hand to gently run his fingertips through her hair. “I was worried she’d feel really tired and frustrated because of that.”

“You did your best, though,” you assure him. “Plus, it’s not like she never gets cranky like that when it’s not just you watching her.”

“But then we’re both here… and even if neither of us can get her to stop screaming right away, we’re still not alone with her,” he answers. You agree with him, and once again you’re thankful that you’re in this together, and that you can always count on each other for support.

“It gets a little easier when you’re working as a team, yeah.” You too stroke your daughter’s hair, careful not to accidentally wake her up, before risking a look at your husband, stretching your neck so you can reach his lips for a kiss.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper after parting. “She sometimes has days like that. It’s happened to me too, that she only wanted to see you when I was watching her. It’s just what it is, and you don’t need to feel guilty about that, or about not getting through to her in that state.”

“You’re right… thank you.” He looks into your eyes with a sincere expression, making sure that you know he means it. Then he brings his hand up to cup your face, connecting his lips to yours again. He kisses you slowly, lips lingering on yours, and the two of you only pull away when your daughter makes a noise. For a second, you both hold your breath while looking down at her, but when it becomes clear that she was merely babbling something in her sleep, you relax again. You share another smile, before you lean your head on your husband’s shoulder, and he takes your free hand, intertwining your fingers and giving you an encouraging squeeze.

It’s not always easy being a parent, but you both know that so long as you have each other you can do anything. 

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the pact | 1 - jinyoung pov

Jinyoung must have fallen and hit his head.

Temporary brain damage was the only excuse for the idiotic decision to dive head first into whatever this arrangement was. He was well aware that it could only end in catastrophic disaster, but he hadn’t been able to help himself. 

When he saw you look so insecure standing in front of him, playing with the threads on your sleeves asking if he would sleep with you, he knew he couldn’t say no. All he wanted in that moment was to pull you into his arms and make sure you felt as beautiful as he’d always thought you were. 

And when you settled on his lap and kissed him so gently, he knew he was a goner. 

He’d been waiting for that kiss for nearly half of his life and a voice in the back of his head told him if he passed it up now, he would never get the chance again. If this was the only way he could have you, he’d accept it and make the most of it. 

And he would make damn sure you remembered it. 

Jinyoung’s hands traced your sides under your sweater, finding your skin just as soft as he’d imagined, curves in all of his favorite places that he’d write poems about if he was more of a writer than a reader.

The way you tasted, God, he couldn’t get enough. He could kiss you for hours right here, with your thighs on either side of his hips and your fingers looped into his hair. It didn’t even matter that his dick was already hard as a rock from a few swipes of your tongue. 

He was an idiot for ever thinking he’d been over you in the first place. 

One hand slipped down the slope of your thigh until his fingers pressed right in the middle, rubbing a tentative but firm circle against your clit through your leggings. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, practically panting once he pulled from your lips, hoping that noise you’d just made was one of pleasure.

Just as he began to retract his hand, you grabbed his wrist and guided it back between your legs so that he could continue. If he wasn’t a goner before, he sure was now. 

“Bedroom?” he asked after a minute, feeling a wet spot begin to form on the fabric of your leggings. He wondered if you always got turned on this fast or if maybe, just maybe, it was just for him. 

Then somehow he was carrying you back to your bedroom, but not before pressing you into the wall in the hallway, scattering kisses across your neck and collarbone. It was a test of his willpower not to rip your leggings right down the middle and take you right there against the wall–not to mention your roommate and best friend was only one door away. 

Once he was in your bedroom and you were stripping his shirt off, the reality of what was happening started to hit him. 

Jinyoung only had sex with three women in his life, two in his freshman year of college and then Yeri. Nobody since then. He was fairly confident in his sexual abilities, but he didn’t know what you liked. With Yeri, he’d had five years to learn her preferences and what made her tick. 

This couldn’t be bad. He couldn’t let you leave this bedroom disappointed or unsatisfied, otherwise he might just go walk into traffic at the closest busy intersection. 

For a moment, he wondered what would have happened if he’d left early, or if Jackson had stayed to help clean instead. Had you only asked him because he was there? If so, could he really blame you? Jackson was likely the better candidate anyway, and he could say with confidence that his friend was not in love with you. 

Jinyoung had never expected anything from you beyond your friendship, and he was more than happy to have it. But it made his stomach turn a bit thinking about his best friend’s hands exploring your body instead of his own, even if Jackson had more experience and would probably be way better at it. 

“Seriously?” your voice broke through his anxious spiral as you ogled his abs, fingertips trailing across the firm muscles. “Have you always looked like this?” 

He blushed like a preteen on their first date, covering it up with a scoff. “You know I like exercising. What did you expect?” 

He was suddenly extremely grateful for every single morning he’d gotten up before the sun and dragged himself to the gym with Jackson. Until now, he hadn’t been too concerned about how his body looked, he’d just wanted a way to challenge himself. 

But Jinyoung would be lying if he said it didn’t puff up his chest a bit when your eyes scanned his body in awe. Yeah, he’d definitely be keeping up his gym routine now. 

“I don’t know. Now I’m a little scared to take your pants off, I mean, what have you got hiding there?” 

If anyone else–literally, anyone else–had said this to him, he probably would have turned and walked out. But he liked the clumsy way you spoke without filters, even if it made him cringe at how ridiculous you sounded. 

“Oh, god. Please never say that again.” 

You giggled, eyes twinkling as you looked up at him, and he had to lean in to kiss you just to keep his heart from bursting straight through his rib cage. 

****

Once it was all over and Jinyoung was making his way back out to his car, post-orgasm bliss long gone, he realized he may have made a huge mistake. He’d been too weak to deny his heart of what it had been wanting for a decade, and now he feared he had dug himself a hole he couldn’t get out of. 

Jinyoung was screwed for life now, knowing how your fingernails felt digging into his shoulders and the incredible noises you made once you’d finally lost yourself to the pleasure. Jinyoung knew how you tasted and how you looked when you came, and he’d never be the same. 

All of these things were so much better than he’d fantasized over the years, no matter how hard he’d tried not to. While he was with Yeri, he’d trained himself not to think about you like that, but he was ashamed to admit he’d failed on a few occasions. 

Now, it would be nearly impossible to think of anything else besides your lips parted in ecstasy, murmuring his name, and how soft and pliant your breasts felt beneath his hands. 

“Real smooth. How could this possibly go wrong?” he said to himself out loud, shaking his head at his own stupidity. 

He’d have to take it back. Tomorrow, he’d go into the bookstore and apologize for taking advantage of you when you were vulnerable, and maybe then you’d be able to go back to normal. Just rewind, like it never happened. 

It would be a hell of a lot easier for you than him, but he could do it. He had to. 

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a/n: okay i didn't wanna do like a play by play, every moment from his pov type of thing, so i was more focused on his internal thoughts for the build up and then afterwards. i want to write more for tp couple in the future if people are interested, i just don't want to be beating a dead horse if no one cares 😬

as always, i love you so much thank you for taking time out of your day to read this little gem! let me know what you think, have a great day ❤️

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1:01 am

Im Jaebeom x female reader / 503 words / angst / fluff

Warnings: cursing, miscommunication, mentions of anxiety

66. “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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It was late, but you were hoping your boyfriend would return home soon. He had moved companies to finally create the music he wanted without being constantly criticized for his unique taste. It was one of the happiest you had ever seen Jaebeom, even though he would be parting from the boys for a bit to create music alone, he knew it would be worth it and you would be there to support him until they returned.

You opened Twitter to see a shocking headline, ‘GOT7’s JB seen at the airport to move to the US after signing with Universal Records’. You felt your body begin to shake with anxiety. It had been a few days since you last saw Jaebeom since he was at the company making music, but you never once thought he would leave for the States without telling you? You jumped up from your shared bed, grabbing your jacket and purse and running out the door. You looked like a mess yet you could care less. You knew he had signed with Universal Records after leaving JYP, but moving to another continent? He wouldn’t, not without telling you.

You tried calling him over and over again, only to be met by his answering tone each time, “What the fuck is going on JB?” You quickly made your way into this company building, scanning your pass before moving towards the elevator to find which room he was in, hoping to god he actually wasn’t at the airport.

“Jaebeom! JB! Where are you?” You cried, feeling the hot tears rolling down your pink cheeks, “Baby, where are you? Please tell me you didn’t actually leave,” You continued to sob as you fell to the ground in the hallway.

You heard a door open before a pair of hands were placed on your back and then wrapped around you, “Y/N? Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s so late. Are you okay? Why are you crying baby?” You lifted your head to see your boyfriend staring down at you with panic in his eyes as he examined your face to make sure you weren’t hurt.

You threw yourself into his chest, tightly holding onto him as if he was to leave and never come back, “Please don’t leave! I saw the headline of you leaving to the States and you didn’t answer my calls.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” He hugged you even tighter, wanting to show you how sorry he was, “That was a rumor the media outlets made up since I was at the airport recently to get a new passport for when we go and visit Mark next. I wouldn’t just leave like that, especially without telling you,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you sniffled up at him.

“Please never leave me. I’ve never been so scared in my life,” You tried your best not to cry anymore.

Jaebeom smiled down at you before placing a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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- Admin 🦋

[accursedhex]

𝘐𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴? 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴? 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺? — 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 ; 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺.

That doesn’t specify just how one is able to stay.

Completely and wholly.

Partially and just beyond the others grasp.

It was laughable just how easily the words rolled of Jinyoung’s tongue.

With every time it’s said, it loses its sincerity.

Genuine, uninhibited, purest, and truest... these sort of things wane, losing shine and luster with every utterance from a false advertiser. Desperately trying to keep your attention, to keep you hooked... to keep you coming back begging for more.

Let’s face it... where else would sell you such a prettily packaged lie. Knowing every little filthy bit of you, what it was that you craved to hear— yearned to hear.

Where else... who else, when— despite the sting— it ever so subtly chipped away at the ever growing ache that weighed down your chest. Threatening to drown you, but at least you had theze few fleeting words to cling to. Something to keep you afloat, head barely able to stay above the ever swirling current threatening to consume you, to drag you down to the darkest depth of a pit you weren’t sure you could ever escape if you didn’t just accept the crumbs you were given.

As if they could sooth over the numerous slights, the festering wounds, the cuts and bruises that were starting to become an ever growing collection.

These few words, they were a bandaid over a bullet hole.

Hoping for the best as it’s haphazardly slapped on before you continue to stumble forward, just wishing for just one little touch of tenderness.

Anything to heal these insurmountable wounds.

They began to stink, eroding away, poison in your bloodstream. Any longer and there would be nothing left to save, a cold was coming in. There was only so much one could take before their own body starts to reject the rotting infestation, the ever growing infection that continued to flourish when you continue to subject yourself to these half-hearted attempts to, at the very least, cover over the gaping tears.

“I love you.” The most dreadful words one could say.

“I love you.” An abomination.

“I love you.” A complete atrocity.

“How could you?”

“. . . I love you.”

That doesn’t necessarily specify how they will stay with you though.

[istantheml]

Love Made Me Crazy

pairing: park jinyoung x reader

wc: 610

genre: mafia!au, enemies to lovers, angst

warnings: swearing, major character death

summary: love made jinyoung crazy for you

a/n: this was a birthday fic for aia (was fairygyeom) and she asked for a jinyoung mafia fic. still rusty so please bear with me! don't blame me by taylor swift was also an inspo for this. let me know what you think! :)

Everything hurts.

His mind. His body. 

His heart.

How did they end up here? How did he miss the signs? Did love make him blind?

No, he knew the answer all along. 

Love made him crazy.

Glass shattering under heavy footsteps prevents his mind from further wandering and brings him back to reality; one he knows he can no longer run away from. Attempting to move is futile — the gunshot and stab wounds make sure of that — but if he’s being honest with himself, there’s no place he’d rather be.

“You know,” Jinyoung starts, before coughing up some blood. “I've never been more in love with you as I am now.”

“Shut up,” says the voice that continues to bring him comfort despite the circumstances. “Nothing you say will sway me.”

“I know,” he musters a smile. “Your determination is one of the things I love most about you.”

“I said, shut up!”

“Look at us, who would’ve thought that a stone cold mafia leader like me would fall for the best assassin in the business?”

“You always did know how to pick them,” Jinyoung's laugh echoes around the room at Mark’s faint reply. He almost forgot that the rest of his crew were lying lifeless around him.

“Mark, shut up before I finish you off,” you reply as you come into their view.

“Not if I kill you first,” Mark threatens.

“Don’t you dare,” Jinyoung orders before turning to face you. “Tell me, was any of it real? Or was I your target from the very beginning?”

While your left hand reaches back to pull the dagger you had stashed on the back of your dress, your right hand reaches to softly caress his cheek. “None of that matters now,” you reply softly. 

“It matters to me.”

“Well, it shouldn’t. This ends now.”

“I'm your husband and I love you,” Jinyoung reminds you through gritted teeth. “Answer me.”

“I’m your wife and I…” you hesitate as tears stream down your face, fighting hard to rid yourself of all emotions. Leaning in, you kiss him one last time, pouring all of your love for him into it before pulling away and steeling your resolve. 

“Say it,” Jinyoung demands.

“I'm your wife,” you answer strongly as you lift up the dagger above him. “…and you’re my mission.”

Jinyoung braces himself for his end but it never comes. With brows furrowed in confusion, he opens his eyes to see your questioning stare that’s directed at his chest. Following your line of sight, he spots three laser dots aiming for his heart.

He turns to look at you and knows what’s coming next. Screaming your name in agony, he can only watch as you shift your body to shield him as three gunshots echo around the room, followed by three more coming from Mark's direction as he shoots the snipers dead. Silence follows as Jinyoung sits up in time to catch your falling lifeless body.

“Baby, stay with me,” he begs, lightly patting your face before looking to see that you’re fatally wounded. “You can’t leave me. You don’t have permission to!”

“Jinyoung, listen to me,” you weakly say with your last remaining breaths. “It was always real for me. I love you, in this lifetime and the next.”

Sobbing, Jinyoung brings your body closer and plants a kiss on your forehead. “I love you, in every lifetime imaginable.”

Finally, he feels your body go limp and cold. Jinyoung allows himself a moment of weakness, clutching your body against his and screams out your name as sobs wracked his body. 

“Please, wait for me a little longer. I'll come and join you soon.”

© gojokat 2022

➔ do not copy, repost, translate or share any of my works on any platform without permission.

[sunflowercheol]

Baking

Jinyoung x Y/N

Word Count: 263

Warnings: none

A/N: unedited :)))

31 Days of Halloween | Main Masterlist

The oven beeps letting you know that it is now preheated and ready for you to use. You pick up the cookie tray and place it into the oven, setting the timer for 10 minutes. 

Your boyfriend comes up behind you and traps your body between his body and the countertop. Jinyoung nuzzles his head in between your shoulder and neck, tickling you with his hair. 

You giggle, “We’re almost done, I promise.” 

He groans and pulls you tight into his arms. “I haven’t seen you in a while, and now all the boys are coming over and ruining our quiet time,” Jinyoung complains and rocks you both side to side. 

You kiss him on his cheek and look into his shiny eyes. “It’s only for a while! Plus, I want to meet the one that managed to steal Beom’s heart,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him, making him laugh. 

He presses his lips on yours for a quick second. You whine when he pulls away, and he laughs as he runs his thumb against your bottom lip. “My option is still up for grabs,” he presses his forehead against yours. 

“Which option?” you question a bit dazed and focusing on his lips. 

He smiles widely and barely presses his lips against your, “Let’s just hide everything from everyone and enjoy it ourselves.” 

Right when you are about to press your lips against his, the timer goes off for you to take the cookies out of the oven.

“Don’t let them burn,” he teases as he lets go of you and pulls away. 

[thekeeperandthechaser]

Married to an Idiot

Eu Rin stared at her husband. Married for 3 months and not once had Park Jinyoung done something stupid. She continued to stare at the man sitting in the emergency room, counting.

“Eu Rin…” She breathed out through her mouth. Jinyoung shifted. He wasn’t stupid. At least not right now. He knew what her breathing in response to his words meant – even if he had only encountered her anger directed at him a few times in the three years they have known each other. She wasn’t counting to bring herself to calm. She was counting so she didn’t end up in jail for murdering her husband – who was currently holding onto his forearm.

“Why are you bleeding?” she asked, hoping there was a good reason for the cut that warranted him coming into the hospital for stitches. Jinyoung pursed his lips and she let out a low curse. “At least lie to me and say you tripped and fell.  Jinyoung blinked.

“Technically, I did trip and fall…” she sighed. She could live with that. “…onto scissors.” She felt her eyes widen. “It is just a scratch!”

“Park Jinyoung!”

“I didn’t think I would trip onto the chair!”

“What do you mean, you didn’t think you would trip onto the chair? Oh my heavens, I married an idiot!” She spun before turning to look at him again. He had a stupid grin on his face.

“I may be an idiot, but I am your idiot, just remember that.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why did I agree to marry you again?”

“You love me.”

“I can’t believe you put the scissors onto that chair…this tops the time you said an iron is a good wedding gift when you tried to convince me to gift that to my dad and stepmom.”

“I stand by that statement.” She rolled her eyes as she glanced at the doctor who came into the room.

“And you remain an idiot.” She watched as he winced as the doctor cleaned the self-inflicted stab wound.

“Love you, too,” he gritted out through his teeth.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

What happens when Jeongin-resident juvenile and the baby-is no longer the youngest puppy in the pack household? Even if it's just for a night?

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!SKZ, omegaverse, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz x you, skz x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz fluff, fluff, guest appearances from Jinyoung and Jackson

Genre: Nothing but Pure Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Title: Puppy Love

“And we’re sure we can handle a whole evening with this kid?”

Chan sighs good naturedly and rolls his eyes, folding up the multiple blankets left on the living room couch by the omegas’ movie date the night before. 

“Yes.” He reiterates, as he arches a brow and gives the other alpha a reassuring, slightly exasperated smile. “We’ll be fine.” 

Changbin lifts his own brow in response and stares him down seriously. “I admire the confidence, hyung, I really do, but this is Wang Gae Park Gae’s gang-aji we’re talking about here.” 

Chan chuckles beneath his breath and shakes his head, tossing the last folded blanket into the basket beside the TV. 

“We’ll be fine.” 

Jeongin enters the room, you hot on his heels-both of you carrying baskets overflowing with various childrens’ toys and activities-and catches the tail end of the alphas’ conversation. 

“Yeah, hyung, we’ll be fine!” He hefts his basket onto the couch beside an unimpressed Changbin with a strained grunt and wipes his hands together, grinning confidently, gaze scanning the basket’s contents triumphantly. “I borrowed a bunch of shit from the education department for the weekend. We’ve got everything a kid could ever want!” 

Jisung appears seemingly out of nowhere to whack the youngest omega on the shoulder sharply. 

“Hey! You can’t say shit in front of a kid!” 

“Ow shit! The kid’s not even here yet, hyung!” 

Another hard smack. 

“Doesn’t matter. Start practicing now.” 

You set your own basket of toys down beside Jeongin’s as the two continue to argue, and stretch your back, giving Chan a smile before you turn to Changbin with a knowing look. 

“Everything’s gonna be fine, Binnie. We’re gonna be great babysitters.” 

“If you say so.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath, pushing himself off the couch and disappearing into the kitchen without another word. 

There is a knock at the front door, and Jisung and Jeongin trample over each other to try and be the first to reach it, yelling and pulling and tripping. 

You and Chan follow behind with open exasperation. 

“Aha!” Jisung reaches the door first, fingers curling around the knob, and flipping off a clearly annoyed Jeongin, wrenches open the door to reveal three figures standing on the doorstep. 

“Yah, Jisungie!” Jackson leaps over the threshold with a huge grin and immediately puts the surprised beta into a headlock, ruffling his hair roughly as Jisung protests and struggles. “Have you gotten taller since I last saw you? You have, don’t deny it.” 

Chan sidesteps the scuffling trio and greets Jinyoung as he steps through the door now as well, a tiny pink backpack held in his hands, and a set of tiny hands wrapped around his leg. 

“Hyung. Good to see you.” 

Jinyoung smiles, his eyes crinkling, and hugs Chan briefly. “You too, Channie. You look well.” He glances behind the alpha to where his husband and Jisung are still locked in battle, his expression growing exasperated. “Sorry about him. No manners.” 

“It’s all right.” You step up beside Chan now, curling an arm around Jeongin’s neck and dragging him with you, giving Jinyoung a large grin. “We’re well aware he’s never been housetrained.” 

Jinyoung chuckles heartily at that, and Jackson yelps from the background in protest, “Hey!” 

Chan, meanwhile, has crouched down to be at eye level with the little girl cautiously peeking out from behind her father’s leg, watching the chaos silently with big, dark eyes. 

“Hey MeiMei.” He smiles softly at the little girl, and she studies him curiously. “Remember me?” 

Jinyoung drops the child’s backpack to the side and crouches down now as well, pulling MeiMei out from behind him and settling her carefully in front of him so she can come face to face with Chan from the protection of his arms. 

“Remember Channie-samchon, MeiMei? You’ve visited him before. He took you to the park while daddy and l were at the doctor.” 

MeiMei continues to stare at Chan with large eyes, and then she nods and a slight smile breaks through her serious expression, curving her tiny pink lips. 

Chan risks scooting a little closer and holding out his hand toward the little girl. 

“We got ice cream and went on the swings, remember? And now you’re gonna play at my house for a little bit while your daddies go on a date. That sounds fun, yeah?” MeiMei nods again, harder this time, her long dark pigtails bouncing, and then she turns to Jinyoung and whispers something into his ear. 

A smile splits Jinyoung’s face, and he chuckles, glancing at Chan before his gaze raises to you, watching the exchange with a slight smile. 

“She says you’re really pretty.” 

Your eyes widen, and you feel warmth in your chest, as you release your hold on Jeongin, crouching down beside Chan without another thought. 

The little girl ducks her head shyly into her father’s shoulder, keeping one eye on you, as you give her a reassuring smile and cock your head, studying her. 

“Can I tell you something?” You ask, feigning a whisper, and MeiMei nods, coming out of her father’s shirt just a bit. You wink at her. “I think you’re really pretty.” 

MeiMei giggles and her fingers unclench from Jinyoung’s blazer. 

Jackson appears at Jinyoung’s side then, out of breath and hair tousled, and as he smooths it down haphazardly with his fingers, he glances down at his husband and daughter, then to his watch. 

“Jinyoungie, we need to go. Our reservation.” 

Jinyoung glances up at the younger man and nods, before he looks back to MeiMei, who seems a lot more comfortable now, playing shyly with a toy Jeongin had offered her from somewhere in one of his pockets. 

Chan clears his throat and reaches for the little girl cautiously. 

“MeiMei.” When she looks at him, all dark eyes and long lashes, Chan offers her a comforting, warm smile, and you smell the spike of petrichor in the air, the calming pheromones flooding the entryway. “Your daddies have to go, but they’ll be back later, okay? So can you stay with Channie-samchon and Unnie until they’re done? We’ll have lots of fun, I promise.” 

A brief hesitation, and then MeiMei nods, and takes Chan’s outstretched hand. 

He grins, and passes her to Jeongin, who takes the little girl eagerly, bouncing her in his arms until she’s giggling and flushed. 

“C’mon, MeiMei. I’ll show you all the cool toys we brought you!” 

The youngest disappears down the hall with the still giggling toddler in his arms. 

Jinyoung sighs and pushes himself to a standing position, watching them go, and then his gaze slides to you and Chan. 

“Thanks for doing this. Really.” 

“Don’t kill my kid, Han Jisung.” Jackson points at the beta, who has once again appeared beside you, straightening his clothes with a grumble under his breath. 

He flips the older man off. 

Jackon’s hand curls around Jinyoung’s forearm and he tugs him slightly toward the door, even as the omega hesitates. 

“She’ll be okay, right?” 

The younger alpha rolls his eyes but presses a soft kiss to his husband’s cheek regardless. “She’ll be fine. Listen.” He points down the hall, where you can hear MeiMei laughing from the living room where she’s playing with Jeoingin. Jackson grins. “In fact, she’ll probably wanna live here when they’re done.” 

Jinyoung sighs and you see the older omega’s shoulders relax, and when he looks at you all again, his lips are curled into the start of a small, genuine smile. 

“Okay. We’re going then.” 

Jackson ushers him toward the door, silently mouthing over his shoulder at Chan, “Thank you!” 

And then they’re gone, leaving only the lingering smell of cherries and gunsmoke in their wake. 

Chan pushes himself to his feet with a sigh. 

He glances at you with the hint of a smile and a sparkle in his eye. 

“Where’s Felix? He’s gonna love that kid.” 

********

“Okay, you have to be really quiet, okay?” You whisper with a demonstrative finger to your lips, and MeiMei nods solemnly as you crack open the door to the betas’ closet. 

“Okay, come on!” You grin and slide inside, tugging the toddler in with you, settling her on your lap as you sit cross legged in the dark on the cluttered closet floor. 

“Okay.” You breathe out a breath and it rustles the little girl’s dark hair. She looks up at you curiously, her eyes reflecting the limited light creeping in from underneath the cracked door. You glance down at her and give her a smile. “Now we wait.” 

MeiMei settles back into your lap, resting her little head on your chest, and you can’t resist leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. 

She smells good, like baby shampoo and the faded effects of her fathers’ combined scents. 

There is the sound of a door opening, and you immediately tense, MeiMei glancing up at you once more in question, and you quickly hold another silent finger to your lips. 

There is the sound of footsteps, and then, 

“Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe.  Where did that cute little girl go?” 

Chan’s distorted his voice to be deep and scary, but MeiMei giggles cutely regardless, and you have to bite back a laugh of your own, lest you give your hiding spot away, though you know the alpha on the other side of the door probably already has a pretty good idea where you are. 

He thumps around some more, humming and hawing, just for the show of it, and MeiMei giggles again. 

“Channie-samchon can’t find us.” The little girl whispers, though it’s a child’s whisper, so it’s still much too loud, but you grin and nod your head anyway. 

“You’re right. We’re much too clever for him.” 

“Where could they be? I have no clue.” Chan speaks up again, louder, feigning confusion, and you can hear him getting closer to the closet, closing in. 

“Maybe-” He hems, footsteps growing even closer still. You hear his fingers grasp the knob on the closet door. 

MeiMei holds her breath, her little body curling into yours, eyes wide and fixed on the view of Chan’s sneakers that peek beneath the door. 

Chan takes in a deep inhale, and lets out a comically low growl. 

“-in the closet?!” 

He flings open the closet door, flooding the small space with light, and MeiMei shrieks loudly, as you laugh and Chan dives in to capture you both, tickling the little girl’s sides as she laughs and squirms, trying to get away. 

“You found us!” 

“Yeah, I did!” Chan grins and sits back, slightly out of breath, eyes bright, curls mussed, and pinches MeiMei’s cheek affectionately. “You guys were really good at hiding.” 

“Did you find Lixie-samchon too?” MeiMei questions, as Chan scoops her up into his arms and carries her out of the closet. 

You follow, straightening up and blinking against the light from the bedroom after being in the dark of the closet for so long. 

“Of course I did.” Chan puffs his chest proudly as he carefully carries the girl down the stairs in front of you. “I’m the best seeker in the whole world!” 

MeiMei looks over his shoulder to you, as if to confirm his words, and you silently shake your head, motioning to yourself. 

She giggles and glances back to Chan, who has just watched the whole exchange. 

“Don’t believe her, MeiMei!” He cries dramatically, swinging her around as they reach the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m the best!” 

“No way.” You counter, shaking your head, as you slide past them and head toward the kitchen. “Unnie’s the best seeker, everyone knows it.” You peek over your shoulder at MeiMei with a smug look. “Right, MeiMei?” 

MeiMei nods enthusiastically. “Right.” 

“Ouch.” Chan groans, holding his hand to his chest as if he’s been shot as you enter the kitchen, jiggling the little girl in his arms until she’s laughing again. “I can’t believe you’d betray me like this, MeiMei.” 

The smells of jjigae and kimchi warm the kitchen, Minho putting the finishing touches on a boiling pot of stew in front of the stove. 

Changbin looks up from his spot at the table, a slight smile on his lips, his hands stilling in their task of rolling kimbap as Chan carefully sets MeiMei into her booster seat beside him. 

MeiMei glances at the alpha beside her as Chan crosses the kitchen to slide an arm around Minho’s waist and ask him something in a low voice. 

“Hey kid.” 

MeiMei’s large, dark eyes fall on Changbin’s face and he smiles, offering her a small piece of finished kimbap, which she takes eagerly, stuffing it into her mouth. 

You resist the urge to coo at how cute she looks, like a little squirrel, cheeks stuffed full, eyes wide. 

“Good, yeah?” 

MeiMei considers, swallowing, and holds out her small, chubby hand for another piece. 

With a glance in Minho’s direction, Changbin covertly slides another piece of kimbap into the palm of her hand. 

MeiMei immediately pops it right into her mouth. 

Changbin hides a smile, nods in approval and turns back to the task at hand.  

You hide a grin of your own and slide into the seat opposite them at the table. 

Minho turns from the stove, all business, swatting Chan out of his way as he carries the bubbling pot of stew to the table. 

“One of you make yourselves useful and call the others. It’s time to eat.” 

Changbin motions to the kimbap he’s currently assembling. “Can’t, hyung. Busy.” 

Chan slides into the seat next to you and steals one of the complete kimbap, even as Changbin and Minho both give him glares in response. 

“Sorry, hyung. I gotta taste test.” 

Minho glances at you, and you shrug casually, though you very much feel like you’re walking a very thin, dangerous line at this point. 

You lean across the table and tickle MeiMei, making her giggle.

“Sorry, Min. Gotta babysit.” 

Minho sighs, deep within the dredges of his soul, and takes off his oven mitts. 

“These hooligans, MeiMei.” He addresses the toddler with obvious exasperated annoyance, and she stares back at him like she’s listening seriously. 

“Why don’t you do it, hyung?” Changbin asks, eyes sparking gleefully, as he pushes the dangerous line even further, glancing up at the other alpha while his fingers continue to work. 

Minho waves a hand between the three of you with a scoff, as if to prove his point, and heads toward the doorway, smacking Changbin hard in the back of the head and making him yelp as he passes by. 

In contrast, he pats the little girl affectionately on the head when he walks behind her on his way to gather the others, still talking as if she can understand every word he’s saying. 

She probably can. 

“Don’t ever let a man tell you what to do, sweetheart. And if he does, don’t ever let it go unpunished.” 

*******

“And she’s a mermaid.” 

You pause in soaping MeiMei’s dark hair to glance down at the doll she currently holds aloft, waiting for your reaction. 

“Wow.” You nod enthusiastically. “She’s very pretty.” 

MeiMei, satisfied, dunks the doll back beneath the surface of the bath, the bubbles immediately swallowing the toy from view. 

She hums beneath her breath, talking quietly to herself, playing with the doll, as you continue to work the suds through her hair. When you’re satisfied, you set aside the shampoo and reach for the cup you’ve left on the side of the tub. 

“MeiMei.” 

The little girl looks up at you curiously, and you show her the cup. 

“I gotta rinse your hair, okay? And I don’t wanna get the soap in your eyes. So can you tilt your head back,” You demonstrate, angling your own head back to show her, and she follows your movements, “and then close your eyes really tight like this?” 

You squeeze your eyes shut as an example, and she immediately does the same. 

“Good girl.” You praise, before you fill the cup with clean, warm water, and carefully wash the shampoo from her hair, rinsing a few more times before you nod in approval. 

“Okay. All done.” 

MeiMei opens her eyes and rubs the water from her gaze with chubby little fists and a brilliant smile, before she finds the doll once more and goes back to happily playing. 

The door cracks, and Felix slides into the humid bathroom, arms full of toy sea animals, bringing a wave of soft vanilla with his entrance.

MeiMei instantly brightens up at the sight of him. 

“Lixie-samchon!” Her smile grows bigger as she catches sight of the toys he holds. “You found some whales for the mermaid!” 

Felix settles beside you at the edge of the tub, grinning widely, freckles scrunching, as he dumps the toys into the tub beside the little girl. 

“Not even just whales! Look at this one!” He holds aloft a dolphin and makes a whooshing noise with his mouth as he dips the toy in and out of the water, like it’s jumping through waves. “A dolphin!” 

MeiMei giggles and takes the dolphin as he hands it to her, Felix instantly picking up another toy, this one a shark with rows of sharp teeth. 

“And a shark.” 

MeiMei eyes the shark in his fingers with a slightly horrified look of distaste. 

When Felix tries to show it to her closer, she shakes her head and shrinks away with a shriek. 

“No, sharks are scary!” 

“Hmm.” Felix remarks thoughtfully, looking at the shark now and then back to the little girl. “You’re right. He’s kinda scary. Let’s put him away.” 

MeiMei nods her head enthusiastically in agreement. 

Felix drops the shark out of view over the side of the tub. 

“What about this one?” Felix asks again, eyes lighting up once more, as he digs into the bubbles of the bath and finds a seal. “A cute little seal! He can do tricks with the mermaid!” 

MeiMei nods in hearty agreement and claps happily, lifting up her doll to stand on the edge of the tub next to Felix’s seal. 

She giggles as Felix makes the seal give the mermaid a high five and do a little dance. 

You watch them play with a slight smile on your face and a warmth in your gut. 

The humid air of the bathroom grows heavy with the scent of wisteria. 

The door opens once more, this time revealing Chan, holding a large, fluffy white towel. 

He steps into the bathroom, takes in the scene of MeiMei happily playing with Felix, you watching with open affection, and grins so wide you think his face will split. 

“I heard there’s a princess in here ready to be toweled off.” 

MeiMei meets Chan’s gaze and shakes her head with a pout on her face. 

“I’m a mermaid.” 

“Oh, my bad!” Chan apologizes, looking acceptably contrite, as he nears the tub, soft towel draped over one arm. “Is there a mermaid in here ready to be dried off then?” 

MeiMei nods, the smile once again on her face, and stands up from the water, her body covered in bubbles, which makes her giggle. 

Chan swoops her out of the bath into the warmth of the towel, and she laughs wildly as he carries her, wet and dripping, bundled like a little burrito, into the adjoining bedroom. 

You lean over to drain the tub and rinse the bubbles while Felix dutifully gathers up the sea animals. 

“How long do you think it’s going to take?” He asks out of the blue, and you glance up at him curiously, confusion creasing your brow. 

“What?” 

He glances at you sidelong as he towels off the toys, a sly smile curving the corner of his mouth. 

“For hyung to ask for one?” 

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you swallow, forcing yourself to continue wiping the tub as if he hasn’t just asked you a question that’s suddenly forced you to reconsider everything. 

“What, a kid?” 

Felix nods silently, lining up the sea animals on the edge of the tub now-the seal next to the whale, next to the dolphin, next to the previously banished shark-then says quietly, “Yeah.”

You settle on shrugging as casually as you can muster for an answer and toss the used towel into the laundry hamper. 

Felix sighs and straightens out the shark, ticking the tip of his finger along its many rows of teeth. 

“None of us are even remotely ready, but seeing everyone with her-” 

You nod and echo his sigh, because you get it, you do. 

“Yeah.” 

You both sit in silence for a moment and then you push yourself to your feet, reaching out a hand to help Felix up as you give the omega a soft, understanding smile. 

There’s a sense of solidarity in the air. 

He takes your offered hand and you pull him up, leaning over to brush a kiss to his cheek, across the spattering of dark freckles there. 

“Now c’mon. I don’t wanna miss Hyunjin and the betas’ bedtime story.” 

Felix smiles in response, genuine and bright now, and you pull him from the bathroom, flicking off the light behind you. 

*******

“And then, the prince got lost in the woods.” Jisung points at the picture that fills the page of the book, and MeiMei follows his finger, staring at the bright image of a prince in a tangled forest.

“That’s not what it says.” Seungmin grumbles beneath his breath from the little girl’s other side. 

“Close enough.” Jisung says with a shrug, before he flips to the next page, which reveals a picture of a crying princess in a tower. 

“She’s crying because the prince got lost on his way to find her.” Seungmin interrupts before Jisung can botch up the story anymore, and Jisung rolls his eyes, but stays silent. 

“But we are strong independent beings who do not rely on men to save us.” Hyunjin points out from above the little girl’s head, stretched out on the pillows behind the trio. He glances down at MeiMei, who tilts her head back to stare at him with wide eyes. “Because we can handle our dragons ourselves.” 

MeiMei nods solemnly, and Minho snorts from his position in the corner. 

“But!” Jisung interrupts again, louder this time, shooting a glare at Hyunjin, before he turns the page once more. “Thankfully, the prince had a magical horse.” 

MeiMei runs her finger along the drawing of the large white horse, complete with bright beaming horn in the middle of its head, breaking through the darkness of the wild wood. 

“It’s always a horse.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath, listening half heartedly as he scrolls through his phone at the foot of the betas’ bed. 

“The horse’s name was Steven.” Jisung continues, and Seungmin sighs so hard you think he’s going to pop a lung. 

“No it wasn’t.” 

“Yes it was.” 

MeiMei yawns widely, rubbing at her eyes, sandwiched between the quietly bickering betas. 

“Actually, pretty sure the horse’s name was Greg.” Jeongin pipes up from Jisung’s other side. 

“Fuck no.” 

“LANGUAGE.”

“Sorry.”

“I think-” Chan reaches across Jisung to gently close the book, and when the beta gives him a glare, he motions with his head to the little girl in the middle of the bed, barely able to keep her eyes open. “-it’s time for someone to go to bed.” 

“Ah. Yeah.” You lean up on your elbow and smile at MeiMei, who blinks at you owlishly, her pink blanket cradled to her chest. “I think there’s a very pretty mermaid in this bed who is very sleepy.” 

She giggles sleepily in response and cuddles into the pillow. 

“Yeah. Right.” Changbin nods gruffly and rolls off the bed, standing as the other pack members do the same. He gives the tired little girl a soft look as he treads lightly toward the door. “Goodnight, MeiMei.” 

MeiMei yawns again. “G’night, Binnie-samchon.” 

One by one, MeiMei bids your packmates sweet, sleepy goodnights as they leave the room quietly. 

When it’s just you, Chan, and Felix left in the betas’ darkened room, Chan leans over the bed to flick off the bedside lamp, brushing a gentle hand through MeiMei’s dark, fluffy hair, spread unruly across the pillow. 

He leans over to press a kiss to the little girl’s forehead, and she sighs contentedly as her eyes close. 

“Goodnight, MeiMei.” 

She cracks open her eyes once more as he starts to pull away, her little fingers going around his wrist. 

Chan freezes as if he’s been touched by electricity. 

“Channie-samchon?” 

“Yeah, baby?” 

She yawns, all little white teeth and pink gums and then purses her lips, clearly fighting against sleep and losing. 

“Can I come play with you again?” 

Chan grins, a flash of white teeth in the dark, and shoots you and Felix a look. 

He brushes her bangs back from her face and gives her one more kiss. 

“Of course you can, baby. Anytime. Okay?” 

“Okay.” She nods drowsily and her eyes close once more. 

Felix leans over the other side of the bed to press a soft kiss to the child’s cheek. 

“G’night, pretty mermaid. Sleep well.” 

MeiMei hums contentedly beneath her breath in response. 

You lean over the bed beside Chan and cup her cheek, pressing a quick kiss to her button nose, making her giggle even in her almost asleep state. 

“Good night, MeiMei.” You whisper fondly, tucking the blanket around her chin. “Sweet dreams of beautiful mermaids and princesses who save themselves.” 

She sighs, long and deep, and her breaths even out. 

The three of you tiptoe to the door, and Chan shuts it quietly behind you. 

You instantly breathe a sigh of relief as you all head for the stairs. 

“She’s so cute.” Felix groans in obvious frustrated adoration, shooting one last look at the closed door as you descend, and Chan grins, sliding an arm around the omega’s waist. 

“She’s soooo cute, huh.” 

“I’m gonna ask the hyungs if I can steal her.” 

Chan laughs. “They’ll say no, but you can sure as hell try.” 

You grin and follow them down the hall. 

“Oh god, I’m exhausted.” Jisung says, already sprawled out on the couch amidst the scattered toys that litter the living room floor, arm over his face. “Having a kid is too much work.”

Chan looks at the clock on the wall with slight amusement. 

“It’s only been four hours.” 

Jisung groans. “Exactly!” 

“I thought it was fun.” Jeongin remarks, before he tosses one of the borrowed stuffed animals back into its basket, and you kneel on the floor to help him clean up the rest of the toys. He grins at you. “I liked having someone younger than me in the house for once.” 

You grin back and rustle his hair affectionately. “You would.” 

Hyunjin snorts and glances up from his phone. “Let’s place bets on how long it takes for this night of babysitting to amp up hyung’s kink to all new levels.” 

You all glance at Chan knowingly, sitting on the couch now with Jisung’s legs flung over his lap, and he widens his eyes innocently. 

“Who, me?” 

“Yeah, you.” Changbin scoffs with slight annoyance, playfully tossing a pillow at the other alpha’s head. “Who else here has a raging breeding kink?” 

Chan rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears are pink. 

“I wanna place bets on how long it’s gonna take for this whole babysitting thing to make Felix beg for a kid.” Jisung retorts, uncovering his face now, as he fixes said omega with a pointed stare and a smirk. 

Felix sticks his tongue out at the beta in response, and Changbin throws another pillow, this time aimed directly for Jisung. 

It misses. 

“I’ll admit-” You start, and Felix glances at you sharply, to which you shrug in response. You in turn, glance at Chan from your spot on the floor. “-seeing all of you with that kid made me consider some things for sure.” 

Chan is watching you carefully, but it’s Minho who speaks up first. 

“We’re not having a kid right now.” 

“Oh, for sure.” Felix jumps in, and there’s a collective sigh of relief from some of the members in the room. He grins, eyes crinkling and freckles bunching. “But eventually.” 

“Eventually.” Changbin agrees carefully, and when you look at him in surprise, he shrugs easily. “You all were cute. With the kid I mean.” 

Hyunjin scoffs openly once more, playing with Seungmin’s hair. 

“If you ask Chan-hyung, he’ll give you a kid whenever your heart desires.” 

Everyone once again looks to Chan, and though he’s pink, he copies Changbin’s seemingly nonplussed shrug. 

His lips pull into the start of a slight smirk. 

“I mean. Say please?” 

There is a beat of shocked silence, and then, 

“Oh my god, hyung, gross!” 

“Fucking hell.” 

“Head Alpha Chan has just made an appearance.” 

Chan shrugs again, as if he doesn’t know what else to do, cheeks ruddy now. 

Hyunjin smirks and leans into the head alpha’s space suggestively. “I’d say please for you, hyung.” 

Jisung grins, all sharp teeth and knowing angles. “Yeah he would.” 

Jeongin gags. “Again. Gross.” 

Chan mimes getting his phone out of his pocket and shaking Jisung off of him so he can stand from the couch. 

“Oh, look at that, Jinyoung-hyung is calling, just gotta go take that real quick-” 

He exits the room as quickly as possible, leaving chaos in his wake. 

“The phone didn’t even ring, hyung! No one believes you!” Jisung calls after him, smirking wickedly as Hyunjin cackles gleefully. 

You toss another toy into the bin and exchange a grin with Felix. 

Changbin scrubs a weary hand down his face. 

“I forget just how much unbridled chaos Head Alpha Chan creates.” 

“It’s a coping mechanism.” Seungmin offers clinically in explanation to his exasperated moonmate. 

“It’s that damn breeding kink and this lot of savages is what it is.” Minho remarks, barely looking up from his phone as he waves a hand in the general direction of most of you. 

“Hyung.” Felix suddenly whines, scooting along the couch to sidle up to Minho in a rare show of wheedling. He waits for the alpha to look at him and flashes a brilliant smile. “Would you give me a pup if I said please?” 

Jisung loses his shit, laughing so hard he chokes. 

Minho stares the waiting omega down blankly, expression unreadable, and Felix remains, unwavering, his tiny fingers gripping the alpha’s arm. 

Finally, Minho says, “No.” And goes back to his phone without another word. 

Felix sighs and releases his hold on him. “It was worth a shot.” 

His lips curl into the start of a mischievous smile as he turns now to Changbin, who suddenly looks very much like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. 

“Changbin-hyung-” 

Changbin stands up almost as quickly as Chan had, throwing Hyunjin’s legs off his lap as he makes a mad dash for the doorway, tearing through the living room like he’s being chased by a ghost. 

“Sorry, Lixie, gotta go check on hyung and that phone call-” 

Hyunjin is losing his shit right along with Jisung now. 

Minho looks up at Changbin’s hasty departure, his lips curling into the hit of a disdainful scowl as he watches the other alpha’s feeling back. “Coward.” 

“Ask noona, ask noona!” Jisung gasps out, breathless from laughing so hard, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. 

Felix grins and turns to you, still sitting on the floor, surrounded by children’s toys. 

You arch your brow at him and wait. 

“Noona, if I said please, maybe even pretty please, would you give me a pup?” 

Your brow arches even higher, and then you blow him an overly exaggerated kiss, accompanied by a drawn out wink.

“Pretty please? How could I resist that?” 

Felix’s grin widens and Jisung collapses back onto the couch, slapping Hyunjin’s leg in the throes of his wild mirth. 

Jeongin stacks the last of the toys into the bin beside you, looking thoughtful.

You nudge him with your elbow, noting the slight furrow in between his brows. 

“What’s up, puppy?” 

He meets your gaze and purses his lips seriously. 

The words that come out of his mouth are not even close to what you expected.

“If Chan-hyung has a breeding kink, and Lixie-hyung has a being bred kink, does that mean any pups they have are gonna inherit both?"

You stare at him in shock, open mouthed, not quite sure how to respond. 

Behind you, Jisung falls back onto the couch and dies once more. 

*********

Several hours later, you’re all bidding a half asleep MeiMei goodbye, cuddled against Jinyoung’s shoulder, wrapped in her soft pink blanket. 

“Be good for your daddies, yeah?” Chan whispers with a smile, as he brushes her hair back from her face and presses a kiss to the tip of her nose. 

She nods sleepily, and Felix steps up beside the alpha, pressing something into the little girl’s curled fist. 

She unfurls her fingers, curious despite her exhaustion, and the plastic dolphin from the tub is nestled in her palm. 

She curls her fingers protectively around the dolphin and clasps it to her chest, beneath her blanket, as Felix offers her a grin and a kiss to the cheek. 

His voice is deep, even when he whispers quietly, “Come play mermaids with me again soon, okay MeiMei?” 

She nods once more, and buries her face into the skin of her father’s neck, closing her eyes. 

Jinyoung hefts her a little higher into his arms and secures the blanket around her as Jackson moves to open the door for them. 

“Thank you again. Seriously.” The omega whispers, careful not to wake the sleeping toddler in his arms as he steps out the waiting door.

 He gives you all a grateful look and Chan nods, hand on the doorknob.

“Of course, hyung. Any time. And I mean that.” 

Jackson ruffles Chan’s hair with a wide grin. 

“Good man. See ya later yeah?” 

You all wave as they make their way down the sidewalk and to the waiting car, disappearing from sight into the dark of the night. 

Chan shuts and locks the door quietly, and the hallway is silent for a moment, before he sighs and glances at you and Felix, expression hard to make out in the dark of the night. 

“Dammit.”  

Beside you, Felix grins. 

“Yes, hyung?” 

Chan sighs again and slides past the two of you with a warning finger in your direction. 

“Not a word.” 

You grin now too. 

“Say please?” 

Felix laughs, and this time, Chan’s answering sigh is so heavy you feel it in your bones.

[houpss]

Lily's friends¡!

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

🧊–LEE TENSHI ¡! ✥

Okay, that was too obvious, BUT THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS. They've been friends since 2012, that's so long...

They were united by the fact that they were the only girls in a male group.

Tenshi is a very sweet "big sister".

Tenshi and Lily smells like lemon, sea and summer.

They are everywhere together, well, literally everywhere. The Sasaengs (yiwu) have a lot of photos of them together, as do the paparazzi.

Tenshi is so wise to Lily. 🥹

One is very active, and the other is calm.

They talk about each other publicly and actively support each other.

Tenshi literally went everywhere with Lily when Lily took rest. Tenshi did not leave her side (I will write a drabble about this)

Lily is very tactile with her, too much so.

Joint Live? YES. TikTok? YES.Songs? Maybe)

🧊–JEON JUNGKOOK¡! ✥

Her second best friend from BTS.

Jungkook as positive battery Lily.

ARMY often noticed her on Jungkook's live, but he was silent about her 😠

They starred in a commercial for Calvin Klein together.

Inappropriate fans believe that they are together.

Maybe they will record songs together???

Lily says her ideal type of man is Jungkook.

In difficult moments they are so comfortable with each other.

SHE LOVES HIS SONGS, SHE HAS THEM ON REPEAT 24/7.

Lily introduced Chan and Jungkook, now they are also friends.

Jungkook used to be very shy about Lily, but he is her first guy friend:((

Lily sometimes cooks for him, and he just fools around with her.

Frequently joke with each other on social media.

🧊–IM NAYEON¡! ✥

Friends from JYP!!

They are Park Jinyoung's main haters.

Lily daughter Nayeon)))

NAYEON IS SO GLAD THAT LILI IS HER CLOSE FRIEND, IT'S LITERALLY HAPPINESS NEARBY.

They fly together...anywhere, just travel when there is time.

Nayeon is a fan of SKZ 😈

Nayeon forces Lily to be friends and communicate with her plush bunny...

Nayeon is literally the sun and Lily is the moon.

They have lunch together in company.

Lily was ready to kill the leadership of JYP, when Nayeon's stalker became known.

🧊–SONG MINGI¡!✥

MY GOD.. HER BUN, HER BUNNY, HER CUTEST AND LITTLE BOY 🥺🥺🥺

LILY AND MINGI ARE LITERALLY SOULMATES AND THEY ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST.

Dispatch released statements about their relationship, but the company only said that they were very close friends.

In the summer they organize a fight against insects, and the pothos themselves run away from them.

Okay...they're having a drink whiskey together.

They became even closer during Kingdom!

Lily is Ateez's biggest fan and especially Mingi!

Mingi and Lily are very loud with each other, that can't be changed.

They've known each other for over 12 years!!

Lily taught Mingi to speak Russian for fun, but he does it very clumsily.

They are so supportive of each other and care so much :(((

🧊–Lily's other friends:

–Yeji and Chaeryeong (ITZY)

–Lily (NMIXX)

–Jake, Jungwon and Sunghoon (ENHYPEN)

–Karina and Winter (AESPA)

–Hwasa

–Lalisa Manoban (BLACKPINK)

–Soomin (STAYC)

–Keeho (P1HARMONY)

–Beomgyu (TXT)

–Yunjin and Eunchae (LE SSERAFIM)

–Ricky (ZB1)

–Dami (Dreamcatcher)

–Vernon (Seventeen)

–Soyeon and Minnie ((G)I-DLE)

–Kim Taehyung (BTS)

[sweetestofchaos]

𝐸𝑎𝑡 - PJY

𝐸𝑎𝑡 - 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐽𝑖𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒 - 583 - 𝑆𝐹𝑊 - 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 - 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝

@proudahgase-got7​

Fresh out of the shower, you pull the shower cap from your head and hang it on the hook on the wall. Wiping the fog from the glass you get started on your nightly skincare routine, humming to yourself quietly. The bathroom door opens, and you scream throwing the bottle of moisturize in your hand. The tube hits your husband, Jinyoung in his chest and he smiles at you with a laugh; making you frown.

“When did you get back?” You question, wiping your hands on the towel that is wrapped around your body.

“I just got home. I saw the light was on from outside, so I wanted to come up and say goodnight.” Jinyoung picks up your moisturizer and walks into the bathroom. “Did you really think that would help you?” He wraps his arms around your waist lightly while you drape your arms around his shoulders.

“It was the only thing I had, so shut up.” You mutter and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Are you not coming to bed?”

Jinyoung shakes his head with a sigh and rests his forehead against yours, “I have to grade a few papers before tomorrow.” You pout at Jinyoung’s words, and he pecks your lips once, twice, three time before he deepens the kiss and pulls you closer to his body. “You smell good.”

“Yeah?” You nuzzle your nose against his jaw and pepper little kisses down the side of his neck. “Why don’t you take a shower and throw on something comfy? I’ll heat up dinner for you.” You press another kiss to Jinyoung’s lips, and he smiles.

“I love you.”

“I love you more, handsome.”

Pulling away from Jinyoung, you step out of the bathroom and close the door behind you. You slip on an oversized shirt to sleep in along with a pair of booty shorts before you step into your green house slippers and tie a baby blue durag around your cornrows. You make your way to the kitchen and start making Jinyoung a plate, taking your time to plate it up prettily for him. You place his dinner in the microwave and grab a glass from the cabinet before you fill it halfway with rose wine. As the microwave beeps, Jinyoung walks into the kitchen and sits down at the table.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” Jinyoung grabs the glass of wine and takes a sip. “Okay, maybe you did.”

You smile at his words as you grab the plate from the microwave and walk over. Setting it down in front of him, you drape an arm around his shoulders and press a kiss to Jinyoung’s lips. “If you’re in the mood for dessert, there are some cookies on the counter that your mom dropped off.”

“My mom was here?”

You nod your head and Jinyoung pulls you down into his lap, ignoring the food in front of him. His large hands gently massage your thighs and you run your nails through his damp hair, scratching his scalp lightly. “We made plans to have another cooking session. It’s been a while since we’ve had a cook off.” Jinyoung chuckles at the news, and you smile, picking up the fork from the table. “Eat.” You stab the veggie on the plate and hold the fork up to his mouth.

“What did I do to get so lucky with you, huh?”

You shrug your shoulder and peck Jinyoung’s lips, “Shut up and eat.”

[restlesswritings]

Restlesswritings KPOP Masterlist

A/N: This is a list of the groups I write for! REQUESTS are always welcome! If you have groups/artists you'd like to request, go ahead! Check out my JPOP masterlist!

SEVENTEEN

Reactions (All Members):

You surprise them on tour

Scenarios (All Members):

Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:

S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol)

Boyfriend POV

Jeonghan (Yoon Jeonghan)

Boyfriend POV

Joshua (Hong Jisoo)

Boyfriend POV

Jun (Wen Junhui)

Boyfriend POV

Hoshi (Kwon Soonyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Wonwoo (Jeon Wonwoo)

Boyfriend POV

Woozi (Lee Jihoon)

Boyfriend POV

DK (Lee Seokmin)

Boyfriend POV

Mingyu (Kim Mingyu)

Boyfriend POV

The8 (Xu Minghao)

Boyfriend POV

Seungkwan (Boo Seungkwan)

Boyfriend POV

Vernon (Choi Hansol)

Boyfriend POV

Dino (Lee Chan)

Boyfriend POV

ATEEZ

Reactions (All Members):

Finding out your bias

Scenarios (All Members):

Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:

Hongjoong (Kim Hongjoong)

Boyfriend POV

Seonghwa (Park Seonghwa)

Boyfriend POV

Yunho (Jeong Yunho)

Boyfriend POV

Yeosang (Kang Yeosang)

Boyfriend POV

Mingi (Song Mingi)

Boyfriend POV

San (Choi San)

Boyfriend POV

Wooyoung (Jung Wooyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Jongho (Choi Jongho)

Boyfriend POV

NCT

Reactions (Separated By Unit):

NCT 127: Wearing Their Clothes

NCT U

NCT DREAM

Wayv

Scenarios (Separated By Unit):

NCT 127

NCT U

NCT DREAM

Wayv

Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:

Taeyong (Lee Taeyong)

Boyfriend POV Dad POV

Taeil (Moon Taeil)

Boyfriend POV

Johnny (John Suh)

Boyfriend POV

Yuta (Nakamoto Yuta)

Boyfriend POV Love Bites

Kun (Qian Kun)

Boyfriend POV

Doyoung (Kim Dongyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Ten (Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul)

Boyfriend POV

Jaehyun (Jeong Jaehyun)

Boyfriend POV

WinWin (Dong Si Cheng)

Boyfriend POV

Jungwoo (Kim Jungwoo)

Boyfriend POV

Mark (Mark Lee)

Boyfriend POV

Xiaojun (Xiao Dejun)

Boyfriend POV

Hendery (Wong Kunhang)

Boyfriend POV

Renjun (Huang Renjun)

Boyfriend POV

Jeno (Lee Jeno)

Boyfriend POV

Haechan (Lee Donghyuck)

Boyfriend POV

Jaemin (Na Jaemin)

Boyfriend POV

Yangyang (Liu Yangyang)

Boyfriend POV

Chenle (Zhong Chenle)

Boyfriend POV

Jisung (Park Jisung)

Boyfriend POV

CIX

Reactions (All Members):

You being scared during a movie Wearing their clothes

Scenarios (All Members):

Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:

BX (Lee Byounggon)

Boyfriend POV

Seunghun (Kim Seunghun)

Boyfriend POV

Yonghee (Kim Yonghee)

Boyfriend POV

Jinyoung (Bae Jinyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Hyunsuk (Yoon Hyunsuk)

Boyfriend POV When The Hand Stops

VAV

Reactions (All Members):

Scenarios (All Members):

Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:

St. Van (Lee Geumhyuk)

Boyfriend POV

ACE (Jang Wooyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Ayno (Noh Yoonho)

Boyfriend POV

Jacob (Zhang Peng)

Boyfriend POV

Lou (Kim Hosung)

Boyfriend POV

Ziu (Park Heejun)

Boyfriend POV

UPCOMING GROUPS: (Requests open)

BTS STRAY KIDS GOT7 TAN RIIZE SHINEE TOMORROW X TOGETHER THE BOYZ MCND

[hwangyeonjun]

Birthday party masterlist

i’m starting a new “challenge” for myself and it’s to post a drabble on the designated member’s birthday.

since life is unpredictable, there might be times when i can’t/forget to post but they’ll still be published later.

not all of them will be birthday themed.

DISCONTINUED (because i realised that this is a crazy idea and i got way to overwhelmed by it to the point that i didn’t want to write anything at all. hehe.)

JANUARY

01.06 LIM JAEBEOM (Jay B)

01.14 KWAK JISEOK (Gaon)

01.15 LEE JUYEON

01.15 CHAE HYUNGWON

01.16 BOO SEUNGKWAN

01.17 KANG CHANHEE (Chani)

01.26 LIM CHANGKYUN (I.M)

FEBRUARY

02.05 KANG TAEHYUN

02.08 YANG JEONGIN (I.N)

02.09 JOHNNY SUH

02.11 LEE CHAN (Dino)

02.14 JEONG JAEHYUN

02.17 KIM YOUNGHEE

02.18 JUNG HOSEOK (J-Hope)

02.18 LEE SEOKMIN (DK/Dokyeom)

02.18 CHWE VERNON

02.23 KEVIN MOON

02.26 KIM SEUNGHUN

02.27 TEN LEE

02.28 YOO TAEYANG

MARCH

03.05 LEE BYOUNGGON (BX)

03.09 MIN YOONGI (Suga)

03.09 JU HAKNYEON

03.13 CHOI BEOMGYU

03.20 HWANG HYUNJIN

03.23 JEONG YUNHO

03.28 JACKSON WANG

APRIL

04.03 PARK SEONGHWA

04.05 JUNG SUBIN

04.06 KIM MINGYU

04.12 KIM SUNWOO

04.16 KANG SEUNGSIK

04.20 PARK JONGSEONG (Jay)

04.23 LEE JENO

04.26 CHOI CHANHEE (New)

MAY

05.02 BAMBAM

05.04 LIM SEJUN

05.10 BAE JINYOUNG

05.11 KIM YOUNGKYUN (Hwiyoung)

05.30 JACOB BAE

JUNE

06.10 WEN JUNHUI (Jun)

06.11 OH SEUNGMIN (O.de)

06.15 KANG YEOSANG

06.15 KWON SOONYOUNG (Hoshi)

06.18 SOHN HYUNWOO (Shownu)

06.26 KIM JUNGSU

JULY

07.01 LEE TAEYONG

07.01 CHOI TAEYANG (Theo)

07.04 BAEK JUHO (Zuho)

07.10 CHOI SAN

07.12 KIM INSEONG

07.17 JEON WONWOO

07.24 LEE SANGHYUK (Dowoon)

07.24 GOO GUNIL

AUGUST

08.07 KIM SEOKWOO (Rowoon)

08.08 KIM YOUNGHOON

08.08 CHOI SEUNGCHEOL (S.Coups)

08.09 SONG MINGI

08.09 LEE JAEYOON

08.11 SEO CHANGBIN

08.13 NA JAEMIN

08.14 HUENINGKAI

08.18 HAN HYUNGJUN (Junhan)

SEPTEMBER

09.01 JEON JUNGKOOK

09.04 MARK TUAN

09.08 YOON HYUNSUK

09.12 KIM NAMJOON (RM)

09.12 LEE JOOYEON

09.13 CHOI YEONJUN

09.13 LEE JAEHYUN (Hyunjae)

09.14 HAN JISUNG (Han)

09.15 LEE FELIX

09.17 CHOI YOUNGJAE

09.22 KIM SEUNGMIN

09.22 PARK JINYOUNG

09.25 DO HANSE

09.27 YOON KEEHO

OCTOBER

10.03 BANG CHAN

10.04 YOON JEONGHAN

10.06 LEE JOOHEON (Joohoney)

10.07 CHOI JIUNG

10.10 LIU YANGYANG

10.12 CHOI JONGHO

10.13 PARK JIMIN

10.15 LEE HEESEUNG

10.25 LEE MINHO (Lee Know)

10.26 NAKAMOTO YUTA

10.28 DONG SICHENG (Winwin)

NOVEMBER

11.03 LEE MINHYUK

11.04 LEE SANGYEON

11.05 JI CHANGMIN (Q)

11.07 KIM HONGJOONG

11.07 XU MINGHAO (The8)

11.12 CHOI BYUNGCHAN

11.15 SIM JAEYUN (Jake)

11.17 KIM YUGYEOM

11.22 YOO KIHYUN

11.22 LEE JIHOON (Woozi)

11.23 KIM YOUNGBIN

11.26 JUNG WOOYOUNG

DECEMBER

12.04 KIM SEOKJIN (Jin)

12.05 CHOI SOOBIN

12.08 PARK SUNGHOON

12.22 ERIC SOHN

12.24 HAN SEUNGWOO

12.30 JOSHUA HONG

12.30 KIM TAEHYUNG (V)