#got7 jinyoung drabbles

[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. 

[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?

[spacequokka]

JY.one

Prompt: “Do you… well… I mean… I could give you a massage?”

Jinyoung was dying. Or it felt like it. His arms and legs were sore as fuck, too heavy to lift. So he stayed where he’d collapsed when Jaebeom said they could take a break, spread eagle on the dance room floor. While the others had gone for water or their phones, Jinyoung stared up at the ceiling, cursing everything he knew for his exhaustion.

“Are you okay, Jinyoung?” A soft voice asked before blocking the overhead lights out with a binder.

He blinked and shifted his focus to the concerned look on your face. One of the coordinators. He tried to get rid of his dry mouth and smiled. “Just tired.”

You dug held out a water bottle dripping with condensation for him to take. “Here. Hydrate yourself.” Once he had the bottle, you squatted down to help him up into a sitting position. “I’ll talk to the choreographer. See if we can call it a day. It’ll be time for dinner soon.”

“No!” He put a hand on your arm, then quickly let go. “I’m fine. We’ve had practices more intense than this.” He stretched his limbs and groaned. “I may have overdone it in the gym yesterday.”

“Oh!” You looked at his arms and legs. “I could give you a quick massage. It could help loosen up the muscles.”

He regarded you for a second. “Are you any good? Where are your references?”

“I am,” you said confidently. “Jackson and Youngjae told me so.”

Jinyoung didn’t hesitate, flipping over onto his stomach. “Then will you please help me?”

You smiled, happy that he trusted you and took massage oil out of your bag. “Of course.”

[hotpinkhoshi]

jinyoung + smut + 10

a breathy sigh fell from your lips as your fingers finally slipped beneath the elastic hem of your underwear. you’d been needy for contact since you woke up this morning–it was just one of those days. so you’d gotten back in bed after breakfast, wearing only a thin tank top and the cotton panties you’d slept in. 

nevermind that you had a perfectly good boyfriend in the other room. one that, if given ten minutes of your time, could have you seeing stars and screaming curse words you’d never uttered before in your life. but jinyoung had a new script to read, and you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt him.

you thought of him now in his plain white tee that did little to hide his impressive physique, hair still messy from his sleep. he was probably on the couch, cup of coffee in one hand and his script in the other, a ballpoint pen resting between his lips. 

god, those lips. 

you imagined they were teasing your clit now instead of your own fingers. he liked to make you shiver and whine, pressing kisses against your soft flesh, slowly drifting closer and closer to your clit. he’d look up and get this stupid smirk on his face before he leaned in and got to work. 

lifting your hips, you spread your legs to give yourself more room. jinyoung was so good with his mouth. not only that, but he’d been a very quick learner. it’d taken him no time at all to figure out the speeds and patterns that made you tick quicker than your trusty old vibrator. 

he’d be livid if he knew you were touching yourself right now while he was a mere twenty steps away in the living room.but you were desperate for a release and you knew how important this new project was to him. 

your eyes fell shut as your imagination ran wild, picturing Jinyoung with his face tucked between your thighs, lapping at your folds like a man starved. he always groaned like he couldn’t get enough, hands grappling at your thighs until you couldn’t get any closer. 

you imagined him slipping his fingers inside, three straight away since it wasn’t like you weren’t wet enough. he’d stretch you out, curling and scissoring his digits until you were writhing and gripping the sheets for dear life. only then would he work his way back up your body, his hard cock nudging against your stomach as you kissed the taste of yourself off his lips. 

just the thought of kissing him sent a wave of pleasure down to your belly. you imagined him resting his entire body weight on you to let you feel just how badly he wanted you before finally pressing inside of you without hesitation. 

“fuck,” you whispered, only to yourself, and bit down onto your lip to keep from making any further noise. at this point, you couldn’t even remember if you’d closed the door.

you just needed to get off quickly so you could go about your day and hopefully feel some sort of relief. jinyoung could take care of you later, maybe, once he’d finished his work. he was so busy, you felt too guilty whenever you interrupted him just because you were feeling needy.

instead you focused on the memory of one of the most recent times you'd had sex - after jinyoung had come home from an event and you'd practically pounced on him the moment he'd walked through the door in his fancy suit.

he'd been extra feisty that night, pushing you against the wall, face forward, and shoving down the loose linen pants you'd been wearing. you whimpered, recalling how rough he'd been, crowding you against that wall and pounding inside of you without mercy.

"am i interrupting something?"

your eyes shot open at the sound of jinyoung's voice, a gasp falling from your lips when you realized you'd been caught. there was no way to deny what you'd been doing - you knew your hair was askew and your face was flushed, neck glistening with a slight sheen of sweat.

tearing your hand out of your panties, you clamped your legs together as if maybe you could get away with pretending like you hadn't just been thirty seconds from an orgasm.

jinyoung watched you from the end of the bed like a lion observing its prey, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips as his eyes roamed your figure.

"were you just touching yourself?"

you huffed, knowing that he knew the answer to his own question, but wanted to hear you say it. only then could he dole out an appropriate punishment.

"i... no," you lied, choosing to test his limits.

in the blink of an eye, jinyoung ripped away the duvet covering your form, giving you only a split second to curl your legs up towards your chest to hide the evidence of your betrayal.

"no?" he asked, dropping the duvet to the ground and pressing one knee onto the edge of the mattress. "are you lying to me now?"

shaking your head, you batted your eyelashes, keeping your knees pressed together. "i wasn't."

jinyoung crawled forward, slow and steady, until he was right in front of you. his hands settled on your knees as he rubbed gentle circles into your skin with his thumbs.

"no?" he said again, his lips lifting into a smirk on one side. "oh, pretty, don't you know i know your body better than anyone else? my only question is why you couldn't just let me take care of you."

you let him part your knees, spreading your legs enough for him to settle in between them. he did look a little hurt from the knowledge that you'd chosen to help yourself rather than just tell him you wanted him, sending a pang of guilt straight to your chest.

"i didn't wanna bother you," you admitted. "you were busy. it was important."

jinyoung shook his head, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead, all while one hand slipped up the hem of your shirt until his fingertips brushed over your nipple.

"baby, nothing is more important to me than making you feel good."

[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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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.

[mugenn]

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

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[yakuly]

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[🫧] Fluff. [🌨️] Angst.

[🔮] Suggestive. [🫐] smut.

ꨄ Reactions.

ꨄ Drabbles.

ꨄ Timestamps.

ꨄ Headcanons.

ꨄ One-Shots

[🔮] "Corset" - K.BHL

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[chowyunnafat]

I’m too obsessed with this concept. But I love this trope, too. It’s supposed to be a showcase of dark humor and sentimentalism. But most importantly it’s just my own imagination.

She doesn’t understand why he’s standing in the middle of her living room, in the flesh.

But ultimately, she realizes that she’s the only one who can see him. And she helps him in the search for his body and gives his loved ones the closure he needs. For instance, she travels to LA, China, and South Korea to talk to his bandmates who are a lot more shaken up about his death than he’d ever realized they’d be.

Regardless, Ploychompoo doesn’t think he’s passed away. And BamBam might start living.

Maybe there’s a spark between them, too.

(Or I’m just inside my head too much).

(Or I’m just inside my head too much).

you got me

[shadowkoo]

mini requests

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Hi! I'm opening my requests for the first time in nearly three years! I'm hoping by doing this sort of drabble game / mini fic requests that I can ease my way back into writing after my long hiatus. If you are interested in sending in a request, please continue reading for all the details. Thank you!

Rules + Requirements :

Follow me (if you are not already)

Reblog this post (boosts are appreciated)

Must be 18+ (minors please dni)

To Request:

Choose a group & member (1 only please)

Pick a genre (max of 3)

Select a prompt (max of 2)

Visit my askbox and use a similar format like this: "Can I request Taehyung (BTS) fluff, smut, and coworkers au with prompt #4"

*please make sure that you include the group in parenthesis after stating which member you're requesting

Groups + Members:

BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay

NCT - Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Ten, Winwin, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, Jisung

SVT - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol

GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae

ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun

STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

Genres + AUs:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Friends with benefits

Roommates

College

Coworkers

Meet Cute

Meet Ugly

Athlete (you may specify in your request)

Exes

Idol

*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)

Prompts:

"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

"Did you see that?" "See what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

"This is why no one likes you."

"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."

"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.

Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.

A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits alone in a dingy motel room. The kitten stares at him affectionately, oblivious to the danger they both are in. Oblivious to the mess it caused.

It happened concurrently, and so quickly. The moon started getting closer and brighter in the sky, and you started hearing them in the radio static.

With a palpable fury, the demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"

They held out a hand, an echo of the melody playing from their fingertips. "The world seems to dance to your tune," they spoke, their voice a captivating blend of amusement and intrigue. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions.

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.

Free Space - send in your own prompt! Please keep it relatively short!

Disclaimers:

Not every request may be fulfilled, it is up to my discretion.

Word count may vary between requests (300 to 3k, etc.).

Unless requested otherwise, all fics will be written as female reader insert.

Please refer to the top of the original post to know whether requests are open or closed (reblogs may show something different).

Things I will NOT write: suicide, self-harm, animal abuse, underage sex, pedophilia, incest, vore, rape, non-consensual, or dubious sex.

[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.”

[spacequokka]

JY.two

Prompt: “Don’t you ever do that again!”

Men in sharp suits and women in goofy dresses crowded the room. This wasn’t your scene. You couldn’t ever hope to fit in when you wanted nothing more than a comfy pair of Chucks instead of the impossibly uncomfortable heels you had on. Jinyoung stood beside you, eyes dutifully scanning the crowd for threats. As expected, a friend of his found him.

“Jinyoung!” Jaebeom graduated from the bodyguard academy shortly before Jinyoung did, but they were close and maintained the friendship. Though you usually liked to hang around and hear their tales from the good ol’ days, you had a plan. A shitty plan, but one you were willing to die for.

You were ditching the snooze fest. The protection detail wasn’t necessary. Who gave a shit about some low-ranking politician’s kid? The second Jinyoung was laughing at something Jaebeom had said, you took a step back and maneuvered a woman who wore the same peach color dress into your place. You waited just long enough to see if either of them noticed the switch, then took off. The second you hit the dimly lit hall, the dress was over your head and stuffed into the bag you’d arranged to be left for you. You’d managed to get a tank and shorts on under the dress without the maid noticing.

The night air was so refreshing compared to the stuffy, fragrance saturated ballroom. As much as you wanted to soak it in and savor the difference, the freedom it represented, you knew you didn’t have much time. They did not assign Jinyoung to you for the shits and giggles. You had maybe two minutes before he would be up your ass and dragging you back inside. You took off to the nearest bus stop, pulling a ball cap and sunglasses on along with a loose, long sweater. Just as you planned, the bus pulled up on time and you hopped on. You paid your fare and took a seat towards the back, just behind the door.

The bus pulled away with no sign of Jinyoung. You made it. You actually did it!

Then someone dropped into the seat beside me. You glanced to your left and choked on a gasp. “How the fu—”

Jinyoung merely smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, a clear sign of how pissed he was. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“N-no.” You shrunk away from him, from his inevitable wrath.

“Get off at the next stop.” He reached around your head to press the stop signal. “No use in pouting and whining because I really don’t want to hear it.”

The second your feet touched the sidewalk, his hands seized your shoulders and gave you a short but firm shake. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

“I—”

“No, no. I don’t want to hear it. Do you not get how dangerous it is for you right now? Until they find whoever sent that threat, you cannot do this sneaking off shit!” And there it was. The talk you’ve heard more times than you could count. Like it’s supposed to make up for everything you’ve lost since that day. “Hey! Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you, ____.”

“I’ve heard this lecture before. Not interested in hearing it again.” You grumbled, hating that you sounded like a whiny brat even to your own ears.

He growled and fished his keys out of his pocket. The chirp of his car alarm revealed his parked car conveniently nearby. You stopped and looked at him. He nearly smiled at you. “I heard about your plan back when you arranged for the drop off. I hoped you’d change your mind before now.”

“Hope is for the weak.” You stomped over to the passenger side of his car.

“Whatever.” He pointed a finger at you over the roof of his car. “Don’t you ever do that again! Are we clear?”

You yanked the door open. “As clear as the glass of my fucking prison.”

[hotpinkhoshi]

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. 

~~~~

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 ❤️