#got7 hard hours

[mykoreanlove]

backseat love.

You lay in the back of his red mustang.

His beloved car was parked in a secluded stop near the beach.

It was a warm summer night in late August.

The sky was clear, the air was crisp.

The moon illuminated your beautiful features effortlessly.

You closed your eyes.

Jackson’s musky scent clouded your mind completely.

You felt his plush lips exploring your neck.

His kisses were sweet, restrained even.

His body hovered above you, always leaving a bit of space as to not smother you.

Your hands trailed along his strong arms, rubbing circles on the spots in which his skin was tattooed.

Jackson stopped kissing you for a moment as he giggled under your touch.

“That tickled.”

You smirked diabolically.

“My bad”.

Not even a second later you had your hands on his sides tickling him on purpose.

Jackson got startled and tried to escape your nimble fingers while laughing hysterically.

You learned to love that high pitched laugh rather quickly.

He easily freed himself out of your touch and reversed the roles.

Now, he held your hands in place and laid directly on you.

Feeling him felt nice, being this close to him felt even nicer.

The mood changed as quickly as his eyes did.

You did not understand how but his dark eyes turned even darker somehow.

Jackson looked at you intensely.

“Y/N, don’t you ever do that again. Unless…”

He stopped talking and observed your face instead.

You felt his eyes linger on your lips.

Excitement rushed through your whole body.

You licked your lips in anticipation.

“Unless?”

Jackson’s eyes lit up from arousal, swallowing hard.

“Unless you want to get punished, baby girl.”

He crushed his lips onto yours and kissed you with his all.

Desire, longing, yearning, passion – you couldn’t think of a word to describe him.

Describe this.

Your fingers found the back of his head, tugging on his Cruella hair.

“Need you closer.”

You mumbled in between kisses, not wanting to break contact with his lips.

Jackson complied, thrusting his hips onto you.

“Like this?”

You moaned.

Your eyes shot open from embarrassment.

Jackson’s lips turned to a smirk, watching you very closely.

“I wanna do that again.”

You looked confused.

“What?”

“I wanna hear you moan again. No, I-”

He thrusted his hips again, making you understand how desperate he was for you.

“I want to make you moan again. And again. And again.”

Jackson’s lips found yours again, kissing you until you ran out of breath.

His almond shaped eyes looked down at you, requesting.

“If you let me?”

Fuck, he was good.

Your hands let go of his hair and travelled down to his crotch instead.

You were kneading him through his pants, smirking at him.

“Let’s go then.”

You had no idea how long the two of you had been at it.

The car was rocking.

The windows were fogged.

The air smelled like sex.

Both of you were sweaty and out of breath.

You still sat on his lap thanks to the last position he had you in.

You were covered in bite marks.

Neck, tits, inner thighs – Jackson marked you everywhere.

“I had no idea our date would go like this but I liked it.”

He laughed shyly.

You mirrored his laughter and pressed your forehead to his.

Jackson took your head into his hands, watching you with the biggest smile.

“You are so beautiful, y/n. Like really, fucking beautiful.”

He placed another kiss on your lips.

The kisses before were hungry and hurried.

Now they were sincere and sweet.

“How the hell are you still single?”

Ouch.

That one hurt.

“Because of guys like you, Jackson.”

You wanted to get away from him.

And his car.

You wanted to get up and cry.

“Because of guys like you. The ones that get to know me and tell me the sweetest things. Y/N, you are so beautiful. Y/N, you are so great. I wanna date you and do this and do that blablabla. Guys like you Jackson, they only want to fuck me and then they leave for someone else. You tell me why I’m still single.”

You practically spat out those last words.

Rage filled your whole body.

“Hello? Y/N? You okay?”

You snapped back to reality, leaving your blame game fantasies.

An awkward laugh left your lips.

“Sorry, got lost in thought.”

You smiled, hoping he would let it go.

Jackson was not sure what to do next.

Your vibe had changed completely.

You were cold and reserved now.

Your body tense.

Your smile fake.

“Did I.. Did I do something wrong?”

You turned your head away, laughing again.

“Of course not.”

His hand grabbed your face smoothly and turned it back so you could face him.

“Don’t do that y/n.”

You looked at him surprised.

“Do what?”

“Don’t hide from me, please. I know that I said something that triggered you and I’m sorry. But please, don’t shut me out.”

Jackson’s eyes were filled with sorrow – something you had never seen before in a male counterpart.

Slowly you regained your composure.

“You asked as a joke, I overreacted. It was really not that deep.”

“What if it was?”

He tugged back the strands of hair that fell into your face.

“What if it was deep? Why not talk about it? Don’t hold everything in, y/n.”

You were resistant.

This was not what you wanted.

This was supposed to be a careless date.

How did it turn into this?

“Do you trust me?”

Strangely enough, you did.

You nodded your head.

Jackson beamed you a smile.

“I trust you, too.”

His words touched you.

He touched you.

You felt yourself relax, as if weight had dropped off your shoulders.

You let out a deep breath.

Jackson took your hands into his and squeezed them.

“Wanna know how this normally goes?”

He nodded quietly.

“Well, I am still single because I meet the worst kind of people. You know the ones that don’t want to commit but behave as if they fell in love with you? It’s always the same – they tell me the nicest things, just like you did. Y/N, you are amazing. You are beautiful and smart and funny blabla, how are you still single?”

Tears were starting to fill your eyes.

Jackson didn’t say a word.

He knew it was hard for you.

He knew what it felt like to be in your shoes.

He knew how hard it was to open up about your struggles.

Tears were running down your cheeks.

“God, I feel so stupid telling you all this. I am still single because guys only think of fucking me. That’s all they do. They use me and then they throw me away. Like I meant nothing. Like I was trash. They delete my contact, they block me, they are out of my life without a single word. That is why I am still single, Jackson. I’m just not made for love.”

Your last words lingered in the air for a while.

You felt his thumb on your cheek, whiping away your salty tears.

“That was hard, wasn’t it?”

You nodded.

You felt small.

You felt vulnerable.

You made a giant fool of yourself on this date.

Great.

“I admire you, y/n.”

Your reddened eyes shot up, looking at him with confusion.

“You.. You what?”

Jackson laughed, adoring your cuteness so much.

“I know what it’s like to go through hard times. And how it feels to be rejected. And how it feels to bottle it all up. I am sorry that you had to go though all this. But you haven’t closed off your heart and I admire you for that.”

Now you wanted to cry more.

Not out of sadness, but out of gratitude.

“What? Did you expect me to kick you out of my car after you confessed all that?”

Jackson laughed and started kissing your tears away.

He looked at you sternly, whispering.

“I would never do that.”

All of you wanted to believe him.

All of you craved for someone that was good to you for once.

But all of you was suspicious because of your past.

„You said this happened normally, right?“

You nodded.

„Good.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, closing the space between the two of you.

“I’m sure you already know that I am not a normal guy, right?”

[got7paradisejust4u]

GOT7 Scenario - Here, Right Now! ~ Jackson Wang

Post Date: 23rd June 2022 Content: Smut - Jackson x Reader WC: 1.7K TW?: Exhibitionism/ Profanitities/ Subtle Grinding/ Brat!Y/N/ Dom!Jackson/ Public Sex/ Throat grabbing/ Penetration/ Swallowing/ Hickeys

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Hey! Thanks for the request and I hope you like it! <3 ______________________________________________________________

The sun shines brightly over the town, as a heatwave tries to take the population out, but it was just a perfect opportunity for people to get out, go to the beach, chill in the park, and spend every moment of the day out and about to take advantage of the great weather. 

It took a lot of convincing, but you managed to get all seven boys to agree on going out to the park for the day, with a transportable BBQ, some nice food to cook on it and some sweet treats. You weren’t surprised you managed to convince them, god you had them all wrapped around your little finger, especially Jackson. Once you say something, that’s law in his eyes and would convince his members to follow suit for you, and you couldn’t help but take advantage of this when you desperately needed them to agree with you, but you felt guilty, knowing Jackson would do anything and everything for you. 

There was something about Jackson that made you feel something for him, and you weren’t sure what you felt, or why you felt the way you did about him but when trying not to choose a favourite person out of the seven of them, it always leant towards Jackson. You were best friends with them all but him, just him, it was completely different. 

“Noona, why have you got to make us go out on the hottest day everrrrrrrr?” Bam whined, Yugyeom agreeing with his little nod, wailing his arms, “Because it’s going to be nice to actually get out and spend time with all of us on your days off, now go set up the picnic blanket and the stuff for us to sit down and enjoy it,” you grinned, twirling around, your skirt lifting and moving with the breeze, enjoying the sun. “Don’t forget to put sunscreen on guys,” Jaebum calls from behind with Jinyoung, slowly catching up to the rest of you ahead, finding the perfect spot under a massive tree, enough shade to keep you cool, but an opportunity to sit in the sun just millimetres away from them. “Yes sir!” Jackson calls out in response, standing there like a soldier, hand up to his head at his leader.

The youngest’s bitching turned into laughter and enjoyment once you all get settled down, talking and anything and everything that could be thought of, playing music to chill to and digging into some delicious food, and you find yourself situated between Jackson and Jaebum, who start bickering around you over the last piece of food on the BBQ. You roll your eyes, pretending to be irritated by their petty argument, trying to get up onto your feet but stumbling, falling back into Jackson’s lap, giving up and just staying there. “Do you mind?” he exclaims, trying to eat his food as you jokingly wiggle your butt into his lap as a way to show that you do mind, and you weren’t going to budge but that was a huge mistake to make.

Jackson freezes underneath you, looking at you wide-eyed when you turn to see what his issue was, biting his lip in frustration. “You okay?” you whisper to him, receiving a little nod from him, shoving the last bit of food into his mouth as you re-adjust yourself on his lap, finally feeling something hard poking into your butt. Perfect, you’ve unintentionally made him hard, but for some reason, you were pleased with yourself, moving your hips slightly on him, trying to make it subtle so the other members don’t see as Jackson tries to hold back moans. 

Trying not to lose his collective shit, he gently lifts you up off him and drops you to the side where you were originally sitting, covering the fact he had a bulge, getting up to his feet as he thinks of an excuse to get away for just 5 minutes to get five minutes to calm down. “I’m going to go to the shop around the corner, do you guys want anything?” he wiggles in his spot, as they all shake their heads but you wanna test how much you can push him, “I’ll come with, I don’t know what I want until I see it~” you sing as you rush to join him, doing a little dance and sweetly waving to the members who don’t suspect a thing at this point. Jackson can’t help but audibly growl under his breath when you link arms with him, walking up the path towards the exit of the park, “Why?”, you dramatically gasp at this, clutching your chest, “Because I want to go to the shop, Jackie~” you sing, taking hold of his hand, swinging it. It was evident he was slowly losing his patience with you. 

“Aw, what’s wrong Jackie? Something hard?” you tease, biting your lip and making sure he catches you doing so, throwing his head back and coming to a stop, slowly turning around to face you. “Will you quit it?!” he bites, only to hear you giggle, taking a step closer to him, looking up at him innocently. “Quit what?”. You swear you saw his veins pop up violently as he takes a deep breath before backing up a little, but you kept getting loser, running your fingers up his torso, circling them on a peck, biting your lip again and your other hand brushing over his crotch, not caring if anyone sees, “I asked, quit what?” you whisper, challenging him. 

His tongue presses hard against the inside of his cheek, scoffing at the audacity you hard, trying to fight back pinning you up against the next tree he sees but you made it hard for him to keep that under control, “Again, what’s wrong, Jackie? Someone a little fustrasted?” you cooed, making his eyes roll as he takes your hand, pulling you into the nearest bushed area that he saw that gave you enough privacy, then pins you up against a tree. 

“What do you think you’re playing at?” Jackson growls, face extremely close to your own, angry with lust. A smirk curls up on your lips, driving him insane with how much you’re enjoying this, putting a hand around your throat gently, brushing his lip against yours to test the waters as you lick it lightly. This was it to make him break, lips crashing against yours, tongues twisting around each other and his hand moving down your body slowly, reaching around to grab your ass firmly. You lift your leg up to wrap around him, letting his body get the closest it could to yours, his boner through his joggers poking your crotch.

It didn’t take long for your heated makeout session to turn into him pulling his cock out of his joggers, pushing your underwear aside as he pushes it into your cunt without mercy, bucking his hips harshly, making you gasp for air, trying to hold back from crying in pleasure. Your hands make their way up into his hair, locking your fingers, pulling it lightly as your use your palms to push his face close to yours to make out with him again to muffle your moans. But his trusts make you weak in the knees, his cock filling you up to the brim, the friction causing you to become unable to control your moans and whines. His hand flies up to your mouth, covering it to shut you up, “Be quiet, slut,” he orders through grunts, holding you up so he could get in deeper. Your body starts to uncontrollably shake, as the pressure builds up in the pit of your stomach, holding onto him tight as you try to keep yourself steady, muffled whimpering through his hand. 

Coming up to your high, you dig your nails into his shoulders, the mouth being uncovered to whimper to him how close you were, biting his bottom lip then leaving hickeys down his neck as you ride through your high, using his neck to muffle any moans and screams that the whole park could’ve heard. Staying in you whilst you ride through your high, Jackson grunts as he realises he’s not far from cumming himself. Slowly pulling out, he lets you down, pointing to the floor for you to get on your knees, holding your chin with his cock in his other hand. “Open wide, and swallow baby girl,” he growls, raising an eyebrow as you follow what he’s ordered for you to do, trying to catch your breath from being fucked out. 

He smirks at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, subconsciously putting your hands behind your back, looking up at him with wide eyes, tongue out as he pumps himself, twitching and lowly moaning he cums. Watch it drip down the back of your tongue. You lick the tip as he finishes and swallows, looking all innocent when he reacts with wide eyes, surprised at how you are with this, how dirty you could be. 

With confidence, you stand right under him, smiling as you go in for another kiss, but brush your lips before pulling away and walking off, “Don’t you dare do that!” he whines, catching up to you, putting an arm around your shoulders, completely forgetting about the shop trip as you make your way back to the gang. 

“Where have you guys be-,” Jinyoung asks, coming speechless when he notices the dark bruises on Jackson’s neck, shaking his head, trying to avoid what he’s just seen, “I’m guessing you couldn’t find what you wanted in the shop?” he asks instead, the both of you replying with little shakes of the head, trying to act unsuspicious but it was clear to all the boys what’s just happened, and Jackson was in for a treat when he goes back to the house with the boys, with all the jokes and teasing to come, especially of the younger ones. 

The both of you look at each other after taking a seat, whispering into his ear, “So, what does this mean for us?” you smile, as he couldn’t help but return the same expression, blushing on the cheeks before shrugging, “Maybe just friends who fill each other’s needs, for now, or you could be my girlfriend?” he whispers back, you put up two fingers to indicate the 2nd option as he giggles to himself, all excited. 

[kpopjust4u]

Kinkmas - Day 4: Brat Taming W/ Mark

Post Date: 4th December 2022 Content: Smut - GOT7 Mark x Reader WC: 1.2K TW?: Brat Taming/ Dom!Mark/ Sub!Reader/ Choking/ Spanking/ Foreplay Summary: It’s the season to behave...or not. It didn’t take a lot for Mark to switch when you tested his patience over Christmas party planning.

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“Right, we need x amount of of this particular party food for the vegetarians and vegans that may join the party, we can’t be leaving them out,” Mark mumbles to himself, scribbling on a piece of paper that you assumed to be a list. 

A party that you dropped on Mark around your friends a few weeks ago, proposing that you’ll have a Christmas party at your place. And now Mark was stuck organising it because he wants you to be happy but you were being less than helpful. 

Hanging over him, you’re playing with his brunette locks, braiding them before letting them loose, paying more attention to that than the actual task of planning. 

“Baby, are you going to help me plan your party or not?” his voice sharpens the second your lips connect to his lips, fighting the pleasure in frustration that he doesn’t want to be planning this alone. 

“I am helping,” you giggle against his neck, pulling the pen out of his hand as you decide to take a seat on his lap facing away from him, picking up the pen to doodle in the corner of the piece of paper. 

Mark throws his head back in frustration, lifting you off of his lap as you pout at him, trying to stifle a little giggle at how he’s acting, you just wanted to be a little tease but he seriously wasn’t in the mood. 

Briefly looking at the piece of paper that barely had anything on it, he decides to leave it for now, looking at the box of decorations in the corner of the room, “I’m just going to start decorating instead”.

Picking up the box, he disappears into the living room and you follow behind slowly, a smirk plastered on your lips as you tried to be as quiet as possible, watching him go through the decorations and organise them into piles.

Once the piles were sorted, he looks into the corner of the room where it would be the perfect place to put the tree, tapping his head in confusion about where he had put the tree after the year before. 

“The tree’s in the attic,” you gently point out, taking a seat on the couch, out of the way as he goes to retrieve it, coming back with a bigger box not even five minutes later.

Just as he was about to set it up, you decide that it was a perfect idea to get in his way, stripping down to your strappy crop top and shorts pulled up to reveal the bottom of your ass cheeks, trying to deter his attention away from the tree.

“Will you stop getting in the way?” Mark sighs in frustration, gently picking you up to place you back onto the coach, but you pull on his shirt collar, pulling him to give him a kiss on the lips.

Happily, to return it, he smiled into the kiss, your lips gently colliding as he pulls away seconds later, leaving you to go back to sorting the tree, but you just weren’t liking how little attention you were getting.

Getting back up to your feet, you start going through the piles of decorations, picking them up and rushing to the tree to decorate it even though he has barely put it together.

“Baby, the tree isn’t even up yet, can you wait?” Mark giggles, finding it cute, thinking you were just getting excited to decorate as you rush ot grab a few more ornaments, getting in his way again.

Standing right in front of him as he attempts to put the rest of the tree together, you press yourself right up against him, wiggling your ass on his crotch as you bend over slightly to add the decoration to the tree.

Mark hisses, pulling away from you but you just insist on teasing him, trying to distract him from decorating. And it gets to the point where his patience was wearing thin with you.

The next time you attempted to tease him, brushing his semi-hard cock through his joggers, he grabs you by the throat, pulling you back against his body, hissing in your ear as he nips at your ear lobe, “You’re such a brat, you know that?”.

You didn’t react to him, smirking as you knew he couldn’t see your face as his grip tightens around your throat, breathing heavily into your ear which sends shivers down your spine. His tone of voice should’ve been enough to make you behave but you just weren’t giving up until you had gotten what you wanted.

Wiggling your ass on him once again with a giggle falling from your lips, Mark directs you over to the couch, bending you over the arm of it, your ass full in his view.

He yanks the fabric down to sit around your thighs, your ass exposed to him, decorated with his favourite pretty little thong that you’d always wear when you wanted to please him.

“Oh you slut,” he hisses again through gritted teeth, pulling at the string of your thong, releasing it so it snapped against your bare skin, making you yelp into the pillow that you’ve taken hold of. 

He’s barely touching you and he could see you soak through the fabric, scoffing to himself as he uses a finger to caress your cunt through the fabric, making you whimper, satisfied that you were finally getting something. But of course, he wasn’t going to give in to you that easily. 

Watching you grip hard onto the pillow, makes contact and light, barely touching you as his finger trails up to your ass cheek, caressing it before creating a bright red handprint after slapping it hard, making your ass jiggle.

“Little brats don’t get what they want so easily,” he teases with a seductive tone in his voice, sending another strike down on your ass but the other cheek, creating a matching hand print as the skin rises in bright red.

A little whine escapes you as you try to wiggle your ass at him, trying to invite him to do more but he just laughs at your pathetic attempt. 

You start to think you’re getting somewhere when the fabric that covers your core is removed, the cool air making you shiver as it brushes over your warm and wet core, your thong meeting your shorts around your thighs.

Mark teases a finger through your folds, making you jump slightly at the contact as you hold the pillow against your face to muffle the whimpers that fall out.

The tip of his finger circles your clit, making shapes on it as your clench around nothing, your slickened core sore for attention as you make your lewd sounds more audible, lifting your head up from the pillow.

“I need you,” the breathless whimper leaves your lips as he stops the second you speak, his finger just sitting right on your clit.

“Naughty little brats don’t get to speak unless spoken to, you got it?” Mark growls, pressing his finger against your clit harshly as he moves it ever so slowly, watching you nod, wanting to protest, “Be good for me, and you’ll eventually get what you want, princess”. 

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[kpopscruggles]

Y’all should send some hard hour asks in…

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pls do not contact me I am lying in bed with my eyes closed imagining sucking Jackson Wang’s dick

[gyuhanniescarat]

i'm gonna be in the car for a few hours today while we're moving into our new place, so hard hours are open for svt, enha (hyung line ONLY), txt, ateez, stray kids, nct, or got7. or you can send in any questions or chatter about me or anything.

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random soft rambling

you know…….🧐……i think i have a type when it comes to my biases…………jay is such a prime example of this.

i often think about how people say he resembles got7’s jb (who just so happens to be my got7 bias AND a former ult of mine during my ahgase days). and i TOTALLY see it omg……….

and as a diehard nu’est stan, i always thought he reminded me of minhyun. the soft, elegant gentleman vibes & the nerdiness. they’re both known for their regal presence and make headlines for their effortless chic vibes no matter what they wear. both of them are highly intelligent and have an insatiable thirst for knowledge. they both love to cook, clean and do all the house chores. they both have the tendency to be seen as calm, cool and collected at first impression, only to later be unearthed as the cutest, dorkiest goofballs ever. 🥹

jay has the modest, traditional elegance of minhyun paired with the dark, sexy edginess of jb. and that really drives me crraaazzyyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

and the one thing all three share in common???? their paternal/grandpa tendencies 🥺 they’re all known for being reliable, sweet, warm, caring, and kindhearted gentlemen who adore their fellow members with all their heart and look after them 🥺 they’re also known for being reserved and domestic 🥺 and all three of them are such sunshine protectors of their fellow sunshine members 🥺 SOFT HOURS……………………………………

[kiestrokes]

To get an idea here is a Soft Hours post and then two things that resemble a Hard Hours post from me, but we will be mixing up idols/groups! So pick a couple of specific idols or toss out one and I'll add it to a master post.

List of groups that I stan for reference on who you can submit for a hard/soft hour. I will not be doing GG for hard hours as I am not sexually attracted to women. (an ace barely attracted to men!)

All of Epik High and Kim Jongdae are also off limits because they are husbands and fathers. I can't get around that to write about them intimately, sorry!

The same goes for any underage idols, don't even ask for them to have hard hours. Please and thank you for being understanding.

And finally, please read my DNI before submitting any asks, it's not long!

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[mykoreanlove]

on being real

“I don’t want to date you anymore, Jackson.”

The silver fork he was holding in his left hand fell onto the marble floor, crashing the silence caused by your announcement. Jackson was visibly irritated, big frowns on his face.

“You… what? Why?”

For days you had been practicing this moment, imagining how you would explain your reasons and set him free. And even though you went over this moment hundreds of times, you were not prepared for the gravel pit of anxiety in your stomach. You didn’t do this because you didn’t want him, no. Your feelings were as strong as ever, but Jackson never opened up, he never let you take a look behind his porcelain façade. You decided to no longer waste your time with someone that only portrayed his good sides.

“I don’t feel like knowing you, Jackson. You only show me your good sides, you never share your problems with me. I just…”, you stumbled to find the right words.

“Say it, y/n”, he urged you with a serious tone.

“I feel like I’m dating a fake.”

Ouch, the pit grew bigger.

Jackson hid his face behind his hands, shielding himself from you. You didn’t think it would affect him that much, but his silent sobs gave him away.

“I’m sorry, Jackson.”

It didn’t take long for him to change into his real self, which you finally saw for the first time after months of dating. His eyes, always sparkly but never serene, turned dead, drained from life and love. You silently gasped, surprised to see the abyss behind the veil.

Jackson broke out in laughter as he wiped away his tears.

“Dating a fake, huh?”

Tears started to form in your eyes, seeing him like that broke your heart.

“What do you want to know, y/n? How broken I really am? You think you’re going to love that?”, he spat sarcastically.

You couldn’t answer, you didn’t dare to. Jackson took another sip of his drink, grimacing in pain.

“Shall we talk about my crippling depression, then? You want to know what that’s like? To lie awake every night wondering if this is the life I want, the one that I deserve? Shall we talk about the accompanying anxiety which is clouding my mind 24/7? Am I doing enough? Am I true to myself? Is this really who I am? Shall we talk about my sweaty hands and rapid heartbeat? Me wondering if I’m about to drop dead any minute? Is that it?”

He paused and observed you, not understanding the reason behind your tears.

“Or shall we talk about my health problems? Did you notice how badly I’m griding my teeth? Should I tell you that my jaw is tense as fuck and my teeth are overly sensitive? That drinking and eating anything but warm liquor is making me wince in pain? You think I’m this skinny because I’m on a diet? No, y/n, far from it. Should I tell you how frustrated I am because I have tried literally anything, and no one can help me? You wanna know what that’s like? To be helpless in your own body? To be betrayed by your own fucking body?”

Your eyes wandered to the glass in his hands, finally understanding why he was always drinking so much. Jackson started pacing through the room while bearing his darkest secrets.

“Or shall we talk about the people I’m seeing for help? Because I’ve seen them all, y/n. I searched through whole fucking Asia, and everybody is saying the same shit. It’s all in your head, Jackson. Do you know how fucked up that is? Neither antidepressants nor the shit for my teeth is helping me and you wanna know why? Because apparently, it’s in my head. My body is hurting because my soul is hurting. Isn’t that hilarious?”

Jackson spilled some of his liquor, trying to make a point.

“Or let’s not forget about my love life, y/n. You wanna know what that’s like? You wanna know how much energy it took to portray myself as normal? I wanted you to think of me as strong and healthy and full of life but now you’re breaking up with me because that was, what, fake? I did all of this so you would never realize how broken, fragile, and weak I am. But I guess that wasn’t the right way to go about it either.”

Another layer of sadness washed over his face, tinting his brown eyes in even deeper despair. Jackson took a seat on the couch and hid behind his hands again, wondering why he told you all of this if you were already over him.

He flinched in surprise as he felt your arms around him, hugging him tightly. For once he just gave in and hugged you back, crying silently in your embrace.

“Thank you for telling me, Jacky”, you whispered sweetly into his ear. “This is exactly what I wanted.”

He looked at you surprised, so you explained yourself.

“I fell in love with you because you were a real one. Standing in your truth and being true to who you are. That’s how I have always perceived you, anyways. But then when we started dating, and I never got to know that side of yours. You were too perfect, in a way. And I don’t want perfect. I want real, Jacky.”

His thumb brushed along your cheek, tracing down to your jaw.

“How could you possibly want that?”, his hoarse voice croaked.

You chuckled in response.

“I’m not perfect, Jackson. And I don’t want to be. Don’t you think I get depressed from time to time? We can cry together then. And yes, the thing with your teeth sucks. But I will love you even if you get new ones. And besides that, my teeth don’t hurt but my head does. Often, I get insufferable migraines and have to lie in a pitch-black room, I flinch at light like Dracula himself. Do you think I like that? No, but we all have something. You make it sound like you have to be perfect to be loved. But you don’t.”

The newfound spark in his eyes was noticeable, if only for a quick moment.

“I agree with the people you’ve been seeing, though. Your soul is hurting, Jackson. And that’s okay.”

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly, looking at him hopeful.

“You don’t have to heal on your own though. I’d like to help… if you let me?”

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Well that’s fantastic, isn’t it? The company needed people to travel across the country to help out in another store since they’re extremely understaffed, though you couldn’t comprehend why they had to send you. That wasn't the worst part of it, you wouldn’t have cared so much if you were paired with another one of your coworkers, however, they insisted that you had to travel with and work alongside Jaebum even in this store. Multiple times you’ve been dragged into your manager's office to discuss the negative work relationship the two of you had, and it wasn’t even your fault to start with, Jaebum made you feel unwelcome the minute your foot stepped through the doors, making stupid little comments and just being a plain, straight-up douche. There was no reason for it, and you gathered that he was just stuck up, very opinionated at the first glance and just cocky because he’s one of the best employees in the company. Hence why you were paired together, the two best employees for your shop being sent somewhere else to show how it’s done in the workplace. Though the company compromised by paying for your hotel, paying for petrol and giving you a car to travel in, you just wished it was under different circumstances. 

The car journey had already set you both off on the wrong foot, arguing over who is going to be the designated driver and bickering over directions, already a great start, right?. “Jaebum, you have to take the next left onto the highway, it’ll be quicker!” you shout, shaking your phone with google maps showing the different routes that you could take. That wasn’t even the worst part, he puts his hand up as if to signal to you to shut up, shaking his head and muttering stuff under his breath, you barely even make out what he’s saying. “Grow the fuck up, Jae!” you whine, putting your phone back in your bag. You were so grateful you didn’t have to work straight away when you got to the destination, you had the rest of the day and night to have time to yourselves before having to spend 6+ hours together again for the shift. “God, you’re so whiney” Jaebum mutters, shaking his head as he continues to take that left turn you told him to take. Yo go to bite back at him but you quite literal bite on your tongue, it was best not to retaliate, it’ll make your life easier. As a last resort, you put your earphones in to listen to music, watching the landscape go by as you stare out of the window avoiding any type of conflict with Jaebum. 

A few miles away from the final destination, the car starts to grumble and stall, until eventually you become stranded on a side road, the car completely breaking down on you. “What... why have we stopped?!” you shout, pulling out your earphones to look at Jaebum who has irritation written all over his face, sighing hard to himself, head rested on the headrest, slamming his hands on the steering wheel. “Fuck... sake...” he growls, unbuckling his seat belt, opening his door and leaving the vehicle, to phone your boss. As you watch his every move, you realise that this was gonna be a fun trip, first they pair you with the worst person possible, but now you’re only an hour or so away from your hotel. Your head falls into your hands, rubbing your temples with your fingers as you regret your life decisions. “Yes, we’re stranded, but I see a hotel down the road. We’ll have to stay there until the car gets fixed... I know it’s inconvenient, but what else do you expect me to do?!” you hear Jaebum shouting down the phone, almost bringing out a laugh at how short his temper fuse is. “Thank you!” he shouts, punching the car before taking a deep breath. His head pops around the door frame, signalling you to get out of the car, with a swift movement of his hand and thumb pointing behind him, nothing but anger on his face. 

It was an extremely long wait for the repair services to come and look at the car, leaving you to walk to the hotel down at the end of the road to ask for rooms for the night, and to see if anyone was able to tow the car into the hotel carpark. Luckily the only thing going your way was the fact they had a tow truck on sight from another customer, paying them off to tow it for you, as you check yourself in for two single rooms. It was unsure how long it was going to take before you could get back on the road so the only option you had was to pay for the hotel just in case, throwing Jaebum his keys to his room as you storm off to your own, peace as you walk in. It was bliss.

The TV quietly fills the room with some form of sound, you’re comfortable sitting on the bed, on your IPad, reading something you found to waste some time. You felt at peace and had no worries until a knock on your door makes you jump out of your skin. “Y/N, it’s Jaebum!” he shouts, his voice muffled behind the door and all you could respond with was a groan, unwillingly pushing yourself to go answer the door to him as he barges past you before you could even fully open it and even ask him what he wanted. “I... well...” you stutter, as he makes himself comfortable, sitting at the end of your bed, shoving his phone in your face when you got close. It was a text from the company, apologising and informing you that the services won’t be with you until late in the night as it was the earliest they could get anyone out. “So it looks like we’re gonna be leaving here extremely early in the morning to get to the shop on time, fantastic!” you sarcastically end your sentence, throwing yourself into the armchair across from him. 

There was a moment of silence before Jaebum breaks the piece, his frustration over this whole situation making him act out irrationally, “Why did they have to send me on this stupid fucking trip for a stupid little job!”. His sudden outburst makes you jump in your seat, wide-eyed at him as his face is covered by his hands, letting out a loud growl before dropping his arms, looking over at you, his face red with anger. “All because you told me to take that stupid left turn!” he points at you with an angry finger, walking closer to you as you stand your ground, standing up to him, sick of his disgusting attitude towards you. “Hold the fuck up! I only suggested a quicker route! I can’t control a car breaking down Jae!” you scream back, getting into his face. “Get out of my room now!” you add, pushing him out, but he flips around, grabbing your arms tightly, “Don’t fucking touch me you stupid bitch!”. The horror of his words showed in your face as you finally see red yourself, slapping him across the face. He cups the place where you slapped, wide-eyed at you, storming out of the room. With instant regret, you crash onto the beg, sobbing into the pillow that you hug tightly, you’re never one for violence but you couldn’t just let him speak to you like that and part of you hopes he’s learnt a lesson this way. 

The sound of your sobs could be heard through the door, though muffled, it was still eligible that you were crying as Jaebum goes to walk past your room, unable to help himself when he puts his ear to the door, sighing to himself and rolling his eyes. He held a grudge, though knowing it was none of your faults for the both of you to be in this situation, his pride wouldn’t let him admit to himself that he was out of order, and in all honesty, he won’t admit it to you, you did knock him down a peg with the slap. It made him realise that he has no right to even talk to you that way. Through multiple contemplations, he knocks on the door lightly, wanting to apologise but not even sure himself how he was going to if he could get it out at all. “Go away!” you shout from the other side as he slumps against the door, “Leave me alone, once we’re done with this job trip, I’m done with you and this company!” you cry. Not understanding why, or how, this makes Jaebum feel a massive lump in his throat that he struggles to swallow. He’s messed up big time, knowing that he’s just going to have to push past his pride at some point. 

For about an hour, he leans against you silently, listening to you cry and his heart sinks, even more, realising he’s made so much damage to you that he knew he couldn’t fix, though he wanted to try. He didn’t want to become friends, but he never wants to anyone to be crying because of how he treated them. During that hour, you finally thought he had given up and gone back to his room, ready to leave your safe space that was your hotel room to see if there was food being served downstairs. After throwing on a cardigan and some comfortable shoes, you go to unlock your door, opening it to see Jaebum leaning on the door frame. Your instant reaction was to wipe the tears from your eyes, stiffening your upper lip as you try to be firm with him. “I told you to leave me alone...” you state, as he shakes his head, refusing to look at you, scared that seeing your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes will cause him to feel worse than he already felt. “I told you-” you tried to speak again but he cuts you off, “I’m not leaving!” he bites, instantly apologising for his tone of voice, “Please let me in,” he begs, as you go to close the door on him but his foot stops it, “Please?” he asks again. With your emotions all over the place, this was the last thing you needed but you knew if you didn’t let him, he’d be persistent until you did.

All you could do was walk away from the door, letting him let himself in as he shuts the door gently behind him, “Look, Y/N, I-” he mumbles but you had something to get off your chest first, “No, I’m going to speak first, Jae. I’ve been trying for years since I’ve started this job to forgive you for the asshole you are, that it was just something I’d have to get used to. Yes, I hate you, I hate you with every inch in my body, but now, I want to forgive you even though you’ve treated me like a doormat, and getting in my face? Calling me a stupid bitch? You can go fuck yourself, you deserved that slap!” you cry, arms furiously wailing around, expecting him to react badly. All he did was nod, looking at the floor as he listens to you getting it all off your chest. “I agree,” he replies, sincerely looking up at you, shoving his hands into his pockets, attempting to walk closer to you, “I agree, I deserved that slap, I’m an asshole for treating you the way I have. Thank you for making me realise that”. You attempted to read his face for any hints of him being disingenuine but struggled to, his eyes were soft, tears forming in the corners. He really means it. 

It takes you a moment to even process this different side to him that you’ve never seen, struggling to comprehend that he can even be capable of apologising in the first place. It felt unreal, the tightness in your chest increased as all you could do was look at him with confusion, hurt and whatever else you could possibly feel at that moment as his head is bowed again. “I’m not expecting you to accept my apology, it would be foolish of me to even think you’d even talk to me after it. But you needed to hear it, Y/N. I genuienly am sorry,” his apology really hits deep as he gently takes your hands, into his own, using one of his to wipe the tear that falls out of your eyes. “I’m sorry, I’ll see you tomorrow for work,” he adds, letting go gently before heading towards the door.

“Jae-” you call for him and within seconds, he’s turned around. You really didn’t know what you were doing, why you were even believing him and accepting his apology, maybe you were just hoping for an easier work-life, for an easier life full stop. To stop wondering what you do wrong for him to act the way he did. “It’s gonna take me a while to completely accept your apology, but thank you. Keep this nicer side up and we’ll see,” you struggle to say through tears, but his instant reaction was to run up to you, to hug you. Your whole body freezes up, really unexpecting this interaction with him but buy god did you only then realise how genuine he was being, your head is pressed to his chest, his cologne softly radiates off his body as you breathe in, the beating of his heart becomes relaxing as your hand caresses your hair and the other wraps around your shoulders. Your arms slowly snake around his torso, really indulging in the hug, realising it was much needed and for a moment, you forgot about everything that happened.

The hug was short as sweet, as his grip slowly loosens around you, letting you go, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hugged you...” he says softly, unsure where to look or what to do, his heart sinking when he catches you shaking your head, “Jae, it’s fine. I think I needed it. Thank you”. A huge sigh of relief falls from his lips as he clutches his chest, and a small smile creeps onto his face. “I’m glad,” he whispers, looking at you sweetly. There was something in the way his attitude has changed that made him extremely attractive to you, the soft smile you received, for free practically, made something in your mind feel really attracted to him.

It was awkward for a moment as you twiddle your thumbs, not sure what to do or say next, though to try and break the silence, you offer him to sit with you whilst you watch a film. You would’ve never thought of asking to spend time with him but if there’s going to progress in your relationship with him in a positive way, it would be nice to do something chill together. As you sit on the bed, you tap the space next to you, offering him to take it up which he’s more than happy to take up. Slowly and gently, he shuffles next to you, happy to just even know that you completely don’t hate him right now.

The channels flick through different shows and films, almost nothing jumping out to you to grab your attention until you give up, putting on The Simpsons to just sit and watch, surprisingly enjoying it a lot more than you thought it would. Though, after a long and eventful day, your eyelids slowly start to drop, your head wobbling as it slowly falls onto Jaebum’s shoulder. He scoffs to himself as he pulls the blanket up over you, his movement making you sit up, apologising for falling asleep. As you look back at him, his soft eyes gazing at you, as your scan his face fully, for the first time ever, taking in his beauty before your eyes stop at his lips. No one could ask you why you had the sudden urge to kiss them, but they looked so soft, a peck wouldn’t hurt, right?.

Just over 2 hours ago, you absolutely hated his guts, and now you were thinking about kissing him? You were so confused about how you felt or what you were doing with yourself, but the more you look at him, the more you want to kiss him. “You okay?” he whispers, placing a hand softly on your shoulder as you nod, biting on your bottom lip as you turn away from him, squeezing your eyes together to avoid looking at him and thinking about kissing him, but your mind has other ideas. “Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself, turning around and placing a gentle peck on his lips, pulling away quickly, blushing to flush over your cheeks as he clicks his tongue, laughing to himself. “I’m so sorry.. I-” you attempted to apologise but the gentle grip on your face makes you look at him, who wastes no time in returning the kiss. The fact that he kissed you back made you momentarily freeze before melting into it, unintentionally turning it into a slight makeout session, throwing yourself into his lap as his hands roam your body, placing both onto your ass, holding you in place. 

“Someone’s. A. Little. Eager,” he giggles through the kissing, as you turn hungry, he kisses better than you thought, his taste was even better as you slowly become addicted to him, his touch, becoming needy for more than just kisses. “Fuck, what I’m I doing?!” you cry, coming up for air from the kisses, your mind racing with so many different emotions, you didn’t know what you wanted or what you were doing to yourself, but for some reason, you really didn’t want to stop. “I’m so sorry,” you apologise, covering your face in embarrassment, his breathing gets slower as he moves his hands up to your waist, his thumbs caressing your sides, “It’s okay, we can stop here”. The stupid thing was, you didn’t want to stop, as much as your mind was telling you to, you really didn’t want to, or could. You’ve had a taste of Im Jaebum, jow you’re hooked. “I don’t want to... stop.” you whisper, slowly removing your hands from in front of your face, looking deep into his eyes before his lips briefly brush against yours, testing the waters.

Holding you tightly, he flips around, laying you down on the bed, as your back slowly touches the mattress. He hovers over you, in between your legs, his thumb pulls your bottom lip down slightly, caressing it before kissing you again. His hands slide up your top, taking a handful of the breast into his hands, teasing your nipple through pinched fingers. “Fuck...” you hiss, breaking from the kiss, using your hand to turn his head so you could reach his neck, placing tight kisses followed by licks down it as he grunts lowly. “Carry on like that and I’m not going to be able to hold myself back,” he growls, nibbling at your earlobe as your eyes roll at his words, really not caring at that moment and time of anything else. You needed him. “Then don’t hold back...” you whimper, and within seconds, your trousers and underwear were on the floor, followed by his own. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, with a raised eyebrow. The sight of his length surprises you, causing your walls to tense with nothing in you, a whimper leaves your lips as you nod, practically begging as you pull at his shirt for him to get on with it.

He gets himself positioned at your entrance, leaning down to kiss you as he slowly pushes his cock into your core. Letting you adjust to his size as you bite his lip, moaning at his length slowly going in. “Awh fuck, you’re so tight!” he groans, slowly picking up his pace as your walls tense around him, your hot and wet core making his cock harder than he thought it could ever get. As you wrap your legs around his torso, his hips do magic, effortlessly slapping against your ass and top of your thighs, as the kisses become sloppy and wet, your tongues clashing. He couldn’t just deal with that, he needed to see all of you as he slips your shirt over your head, exposing your whole body to him. He nips at the skin across your shoulder, leaving dark bruises that he licks over, making you cry for more as his pace picks up, his moans vibrating on his skin, as he makes his way down to your nipples, taking them into your mouth, his tongue teasing them as the pit in your stomach starts to burn.

You grab a fistful of his long locks, pulling his head back up to your face to kiss him, a hiss leaving your lips as he pulls away from your nipples, which he had a gentle bite on. Whilst your kisses and his hips slamming into you made you both sweat, the smell and sounds of sex fills the entire room as your volume increased, the pit burning completely. The way your walls contract around him indicates you’re close, pulling your legs up to your chest as he pounds hard into you, “That’s it, cum for me, doll!” he orders, rolling his hips into you, his tip presses hard against the spot. Within seconds, your body shakes as you paint his cock white, “Fuck, Jaebum!!” you scream, nails digging into his back as you drag them up his spine.

When you thought you were done, able to get a breather, Jaebum temporarily pulls out, flips you so your face was in the pillows, and your ass was in the air. A hard strike of his hand creates a hand print on your ass, as he merciless pounds back into you. His hands grab tightly onto your ass cheeks before gliding down to your hips, holding onto them tight, as if to hold you still whilst he slams hard into you. This makes you scream into the pillow as he grunts hard, a hand holding your head down into the pillow as he slowly feels himself getting the urge to cum. “Fuck, you feel so good... I’m gonna...” he grunts, slowly turning into loud groans and moans as you tense around him, coming to your second high, though he doesn’t slow down to let you ride through it gently, he keeps his pace, overstimulating you as he pounds hard. Just after you finish cumming all over his cock again, he pulls out, jerking off his cock, whilst holding an ass cheek again, beads of his cum dripping onto your ass cheeks. “Fuck... Fuck!!” he growls, coming to a stop as he kneels back on his heels. Catching his breath as you come up from the pillow for air yourself. 

After coming to your senses, and the stars in your eyes have gone, he rushes to the bathroom to grab tissues, ready to help clean you up. “Well that was... something,” he laughs, helping you up as he passes you your clothes, before taking them back, assisting you in getting dressed. You scoff at his comment, rolling your eyes before smirking at him, “I guess I don’t hate you as much now,” you reply, as he pretends to be offended by your comment, knowing full well that there’s still some work to do to build your trust up but this was a great start. “We really should talk about th-” you try to add but the sound of Jaebum’s phone ringing interrupts, he puts his hand up as if to apologise, answering, coughing to act like everything’s normal. “Hello... Okay, yeah sounds good. Yeah, we’ll pack up and get ready to leave soon... Bye.”. After putting the phone down, you could only guess that it was the head office, letting you know that the repair service is on its way and you should be able to get back on the road. “I guess we’ll have to save that conversation for when we get back from this trip, I guess.” you add. He nods, kissing your forehead, pulling away, and getting ready to leave. “But I can’t leave this room without knowing what this means for us,” he speaks up, looking up at you with slight concern. “It means something good, I’m not sure what I want yet but maybe I was a little harsh, and maybe if we continue to be like this, something definitely can come out of this,” you reply, taking his hand, pulling him back towards you so you could place a kiss on his lips, which he happily returned.

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Golden Love | h.js

-> pairing. idol!Jisung x stylist!reader

-> genre. fluff

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 712

-> warnings. none

-> a/n. Gonna start posting these song-fics in between trying to update my longer fics, since I have so many of them lol. Enjoy <3

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Aug. 12th, 2022 @ 22:52

-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:21

-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:31

You missed him more than you could express with the words of both the English and Korean language.

Having met him as a newbie stylist, you would've never thought that you'd end up dating the boy you enjoyed styling. Jisung was loud, funny, and was always talking for the both of you while you did his hair.

Unbeknownst to you, however, he absolutely loved the way you did his hair. He sometimes wondered how he didn't fall asleep while you ran your fingers over his scalp. Besides that, he loved your gentle nature.

You always told him to shout if you were being too harsh while combing or styling, or to voice if he was uncomfortable and needed something. At some point some of the other members (specifically Hyunjin and Changbin) had complained about never being able to have you as their stylist. When you had asked why, they said that Han had been bragging about how he had once told you that he was overheating and felt suffocated, gushing about how you had grabbed him some water and told him to say if he felt any worse.

You smiled at the picture he sent you from his hotel, guessing that he and the rest of the guys were getting out of the pool. You sent him a quick message gushing about how nice he looked against the background, not failing to mention how much you loved his slightly ruffled hair.

You couldn't help but smile as you drove to his hotel in Busan where they were having a 3 week vacation just before going back to promoting. You had arrived back from a month away, having taken on a job for GOT7. Your droopy eyes giving away that you were jet-lagged.

You had missed your squirrel more than you thought you would, finding the short five minute FaceTimes too short for your satisfaction, not wanting to keep him awake longer than necessary due to the time differences. You pulled into the parking lot with a bad case of the jitters, beyond excited to see him again in person and anticipating a good reaction from your sudden arrival.

You got even more excited when you heard Chris being thrown back into the pool, snickering. Grabbing your things, you easily managed getting into Jisung's room (having gotten a key card for easy access). You stepped inside, putting down your bags by the door and going to lay down on his bed. You had gotten somewhat comfortable after putting on some compilations of Jisung singing, unintentionally falling asleep. An hour or so later, Jisung got back. He was shocked to find you sound asleep, his voice coming from your phone in a hushed tone and your arms wrapped around one of his pillows.

Smiling, he was unable to help the sudden pang of affection for you that swelled in his chest. You had been trying so hard to stay awake to surprise him properly, but the jet-lag had gotten to you first. Gently he pried your phone from your hands, switching it off and putting it on the bedside table.

He got undressed, wearing a sweater and boxers while he climbed into bed. He chuckled as he saw you wearing one of his jerseys, shaking his head at the cute sight: it was a good two to three sizes too big for you, and the sleeves were hanging so far down your hands, you could immediately tell how much broader his shoulders were compared to your smaller form. Making sure not to wake you, he got comfortable, snaking his arm over your waist and onto your stomach, a content sigh leaving his lips.

You whined as you turned over, pressing your face into Jisung's chest, your hands taking hold of his clothes' fabric. "Jisung..." you said as you breathed in his scent. "I missed you," you muttered tiredly, words slurring together. "I love you..."

It was clear you were still half asleep, but you had still made sure to tell him you loved him, never once missing the opportunity and especially now that he was here with you.

He smiled at you warmly, kissing your forehead while you brought a leg over his waist. "I love you, too," he whispered, his breathing evening out.

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all ↳ energy check - 01.23 wonbin ↳ wonbin's green & red flags ↳ wonbin hard hours NSFW ↳ wonbin as boyfriend ↳ how winter and wonbin view each other sohee ↳ sohee's ideal type sungchan ↳ sungchan's ideal type

seventeen

all ↳ have seventeen members met their fs? ↳ how seventeen members would want to be loved? mingyu ↳ mingyu's future spouse ↳ mingyu hard hours NSFW wonwoo ↳ wonwoo hard hours NSFW jeonghan ↳ jeonghan hard hours NSFW woozi ↳ woozi hard hours NSFW minghao ↳ minghao hard hours NSFW

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twice

all ↳ who in twice is dating - 05.23

tomorrow x together

all ↳ who in txt is dating - 09.23 soobin ↳ soobin's green & red flags yeonjun ↳ yeonjun's future spouse beomgyu ↳ beomgyu’s ideal type ↳ beomgyu's future spouse kai ↳ kai's future spouse

wayv

all ↳ who in wayv is dating - 12.23 ↳ hendery's love life & ideal type

zb1

hanbin ↳ hanbin hard hours NSFW ↳ who in zb1 is dating

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Hard Hours Open

hiii my luvvies ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

It's friday night, and ya girl is currently very much sick with what is very likely covid (my sis and my mum both have it, so yeah...)

Feel free to go nuts in my ask box for the next couple of hours, my besties!

Send me your wildin juicy hard thots (or sickeningly sweet scenarios, i'm game for those vibes too), or just come hang out with me.

Thots can be for Seventeen, Stray Kids, Tomorrow X Together, EXO, Got7, Ateez, The Boyz, Enha (hyung line only), and more. If I know them, I'm down to talk about them.

I'll accept pretty much any kind of thots (i don't have many super hard "no"s, but if i'm uncomfy I will delete the ask) — and as is always the rule, mdni (if you're not 18+, please see the door and let it kick ya on the way out)!!

with all that out of the way, here's a goofy gyuhan, luvvies ღ

let's chat bae

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You make me breathe

AN: My first fic about Woozi would have this much drama lmao. I'm strongly considering turning this into a series because I have a tonne of ideas floating around in my mind of where I'd like to take this. Shoutout to Breathe by GOT7 for the title.

Synopsis: Jihoon is utterly in love with you. Too bad you're into his friend Soonyoung, and he's too much of a coward to ever tell you how he feels. He's happy to take his feelings to the grave but soon finds that his body doesn't agree with his decision.

Heads up: Lee Jihoon x Fem! Reader, Kwon Soonyoung x Fem! Reader (but, not actually), assumed unrequited love, a tonne of angst and pining on Woozi's end, Hanahaki disease AU, Non-Idol AU, mentions of crying and coughing up blood.

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Jihoon watches you talk to Soonyoung with what he hopes is nonchalance. Something awful constricts in his chest when he notices your hand rest on his arm, and you laugh particularly hard at whatever his friend says. Usually Jihoon wouldn't be this overly analytical about anyone's movements, but he just can't seem to help himself when it comes to you.

His eyes always find you without fail. You draw him like a magnet. Jihoon isn't sure when he fell for you. When he looks back on the progression of his feelings, he thinks it happened gradually. One day you were just a friend Seungkwan introduced to the group, and the next thing he knew, he was irrevocably in love with you. He's been too much of a coward to ever broach his feelings with you these past few months, and now he sees you slipping through his fingers.

You and Soonyoung have always been close. Your personalities simply clicked. There wasn't much else to it, so you were always practically attached at the hip. He just understood you better. Soonyoung is loud and confident and funny and affectionate, so many things Jihoon is not and will likely never be. Maybe that's why you seem to like him so much. More than anyone else in their friend group.

Jihoon finds it increasingly difficult to breathe when he notices you cuddling into Soonyoung's side, your boisterous conversation turning to hushed whispers that scream closeness and intimacy.

He knew his insecurities were getting the best of him. You spoke to Jihoon often, sometimes the two of you would spend hours alone in his studio simply talking. Occasionally he'd show you what he was working on and privately preen at your praise and carefully consider any criticism you offer up as well. Those were some of his most treasured moments with you.

You weren't his. You weren't in a relationship with him. He had no right to feel envious of Soonyoung, especially when he has never even tried to tell you how he feels. Still, feelings are irrational, and Jihoon cannot help his.

He fails to notice your eyes focusing on him when he excuses himself for the night, your brow furrowed in concern as you watch him hurriedly make his way to his room for the night.

Jihoon swallows down the tears and tries to remind himself to breathe when he's finally in the safety of bedroom, hurling himself on his bed. He was being overdramatic, he knew that, but he still couldn't bite back the tears as they fall down on his cheeks and begin to dot his pillow. He's pathetic.

It was getting difficult to breathe.

He felt like his insides were being shred into pieces as he laid here, wallowing in self-pity and self-deprecation. The feeling of his lungs constricting returns, more severe than last time. More determined to be felt by him.

He rushes to his bathroom, urgency leaving him without the presence of mind to even turn on the light. He nearly hits his head with how hurriedly he kneels over his toilet, clutching it desperately as he tries his best to get whatever is currently burning his insides out of his system.

This doesn't feel normally. Jihoon has thrown up before, and it's never felt like this.

It's never hurt like this.

Tears cascade down his face as he finally manages to get... whatever is causing this out of his body, the metallic tang of blood assaulting his taste buds. He coughs violently, worse than he's ever recalled doing in his life.

When the violent coughing fit subsides, Jihoon manages to open his bleary eyes to examine what the fuck just came out of him. He's stunned to see what he thinks are white chrysanthemum petals covered in his blood floating in the water below.