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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Cruel - Slight Yandere!Demon King!Jackson Wang X Reader

Slight Yandere AU & Demon AU- Based off of Cruel by Jackson Wang

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Jackson X Reader

Words: 3,421

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So I know this isn’t the update I mentioned earlier but as soon as I watched the MV and listened to this song I was hit by the inspiration and motivation freight train (which, honestly, is quite surprising for me as of late) so I really wanted to get this written and posted. I think this MV is honestly going to be one of my favourites, it’s just so amazing and the aesthetic is right up my alley oof.... anyways, I really hope you all like this one even if it’s a bit short! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

They took you. They thought they could keep him away from you, but oh, how wrong they were.

Nobody touches what’s his and gets away with it, least of all if that someone is you.

They took you away from him, and now they must pay.

The underworld can be a cruel place, not meant for the feint of heart. It takes a brave soul to be able to travers its expanses unless you are one of the Seven rulers of the land. One of which has been missing for centuries, leaving the Six remaining to divvy up the territories, and rule over those that remain.

Everyone knows the most basic rule: it is not a land for humans.

Until one was brought here against their will.

Of the Seven rulers, Five Queens and One King remained. Led by Queen Selkie, the Five Queens plotted against the King, for he should not be sharing a bed with someone else. A mortal no less. A mortal who had no idea of the demon they let into their home every night.

Thus, you were kidnapped in the middle of the night. Torn right from within his grasp, weakened by the power of Four under the Fifth, who commanded your capture upon learning of his connection to you.

If she couldn’t have him, no one can.

Selkie’s love for Jackson was strong, her desire for him twisting deep into the darkest parts of her soul. What she didn’t realize, though, was that he was the same way. Only, his darkness ran deeper; was stronger, and all because of you.

Which is exactly why they had to take you from him, to lure him right into their trap once and for all.

It was no easy feat, kidnapping you right from beneath his nose, but they did it. Too many of their underlings lost their lives keeping him busy long enough for the Queens to bring you back to the underworld. By the time Jackson had arrived, his shirt had already been torn to shreds, his skin bathed in the blood of the damned.

Phasing into the underworld in a haze of smoke, Jackson’s feet touch the ashen wasteland of his home. Fires already burn around him as he breathes in the all too familiar toxic fumes. No flame blazes as bright, or as intensely, as his eyes do. Eyes which frantically search for any sign of you.

Taking a step forward, Jackson puffs out a breath of flames, needing to expel some of the pent up energy he’s created fighting off the underlings from earlier. Besides, if he doesn’t find you soon, he may just go insane. That is, if he hasn’t already.

Luckily, it doesn’t look as if he’ll have to look very far, for one of the Four materializes before him, a dagger held in her hand.

“Where are they?” Jackson’s voice is but a growl as he locks eyes with the Queen in front of him.

Her own eyes burn gold as they meet his own, a hiss passing her lips, “soon to be dead. As they should be.”

A roar escapes him as Jackson lunges for the Queen. Extending his arm, he gravitates her body towards his, catching her by surprise as he lands the first hit. Her eyes widen as he mockingly caresses the side of her face, cupping her jaw in his hand.

The dagger falls to the ground as her lips part. The fury blazing within his eyes is like nothing that she’s ever seen before. Incurring the wrath of the One King is not something any one of them should have taken lightly, but now, faced with the full force of Jackson’s rage, his insanity, she cannot stop the tremor that runs through her body.

What have they done?

Moving quickly, the Queen slaps his arm away, bringing her other hand up to wrap around his neck. Unfortunately, she isn’t fast enough, and Jackson shoves her off of him in the next moment.

He scowls, the Three other Queens materializing out of thin air to surround him.

“You won’t get away with this,” he spits, eyes like liquid gold.

The Four Queens manage to bind him, the Three raising their daggers to strike as one whispers in his ear, “we already have.”

A flash and he’s turned the tables, flinging the Three off of him with a force strong enough to have them dropping their daggers. The Fourth, now trapped in his embrace, struggles to free herself as his hands sear their touch onto her skin.

Tracing his one hand up to her neck, the Queen can feel her essence following in its path. Her lips part, a fiery hue escaping past them as Jackson sucks the soul right out of her. The other Three can only watch on in horror as their sister gets thrown to the side, her body now an empty husk of what it once was.

A battle cry leaves the Queens’ lips as the Three lunge at Jackson.

Taking advantage of their blind rage, Jackson easily lets himself be caught by the Three. Again, he traps one in his arms, sucking the soul right out of her as the other Two claw at him from behind.

“No!” The Two shriek as they watch yet another one of their sisters fall to the ground.

Jackson smirks, grabbing onto each Queen behind him by the neck as he uses his newly gained power to obtain the both of their souls simultaneously. As the fiery wisps enter his system, his whole body glows. Golden veins light up his skin as the Two fall to the ground, lifeless and empty.

For a moment, Jackson stands there, his eyes closed as he lets this new power wash over him. Never before has he felt so alive. Well, other than when he’s with you, of course.

Calming his racing heart, his eyes flare open, gaze lit with the flames of insanity he carries within him now. Nothing will stop him from getting you back. Nothing.

Slowly, Jackson begins to advance towards the throne that sits between the two High Pillars of the underworld. A throne which he knows Selkie has wanted to share with him since the dawn of time.

He scowls, and this time, his rage escapes him in the form of another breath of flame as he raises his head to the scorched sky above. How dare Selkie take away what’s his. How dare she touch you. If she thinks this works in her favour, then she is sadly mistaken.

The only two things on Jackson’s mind now are killing her, and saving you.

Finally, he reaches the bottom of the stairs leading up to the throne. Looking upwards, Jackson inhales the smoke from his lungs. His golden eyes burn the brightest they ever have, like liquid flame, as he slowly begins the ascent to the throne.

The moment his head breaches the peak of the stairs, a gasp is escaping your lips. Never before have you see the look in Jackson’s golden eyes. The look of a crazed man, who has been betrayed, but will also stop at nothing to reclaim what has been taken from him.

With wide eyes, you assess his figure.

Black blood covers almost every inch of his bare torso, smeared along his neck and all over his hands. You swallow your suddenly dry throat as he meets your gaze, and he looks almost relieved to see that you’re still breathing.

There you sit, beaten and bloody on the ground, dirt covering your wounds. Never has he felt so close to you, yet so far away at the same time.

Selkie sits smugly on the throne before him, her legs crossed as she twirls a dagger in her hands. It’ll only take him a minute to wipe that smirk right off of her face, but he still cannot stop the relief from racing through him at seeing that you’re still alive.

His brow nearly furrows. How are you still alive? The climate of the underworld would kill any normal mortal. Unless Selkie has done something to you.

“Jackson.” His name is but a plea from your lips.

So badly does he want to speak, to tell you that he’s here, and that nothing else is going to hurt you. Except, he cannot, for Selkie beats him to it.

“See.” She hisses, a chuckle falling from her lips. “See what a demon he’s become.”

Jackson’s eyes flash briefly to glare at Selkie before softening his gaze to look at you. His heart nearly stops right then and there. You can’t be looking at him in fear, can you? No, that can’t be it. You know he would never hurt you, but who knows what lies Selkie has fed you to further her own desires.

“What have you done to them?” Jackson turns his intense gaze to the Queen before him once more.

“Me?” Selkie hums, pausing the twirling of her dagger as she looks down upon him in her throne. “Why, I simply told them the truth.” She stands. “About who you are.” She takes a single step down from her throne. “What you are.” She takes another, each phrase accented by her slow decent down the stairs of her throne. “What you become.” Another. “Your desires.” Until finally, she’s on even ground with him, standing directly beside you as you brace your hands in the dirt before you. “And how you’re only using them to get what you want.”

A silence settles over the three of you as Selkie’s words sink in. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, you speak.

“I never said I believed you.”

“Silence!” Selkie’s eyes flare gold as she backhands you across the face, your whole body crashing into the ground as dust rises at the impact.

Jackson sees red.

��Touch them again and it will be the last thing you ever do.” His voice is but a growl as his eyes flare gold, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Honestly, I don’t know what you see in a pathetic mortal,” Selkie rolls her eyes, shrugging off her jacket while cracking her neck. “You deserve a Queen. One that is both strong and cunning. Not some weakling.”

“A Queen, you say?” Jackson hums, mockingly, tilting his head slightly as he look at Selkie before him, her golden, spiked crown glinting through the hazy atmosphere. He smirks. “I already have one.”

With those words, they both lunge for each other. Selkie raises her dagger to strike, but Jackson is quick to counter, grabbing both her wrists in his own. In an instant, Selkie drops her blade, it skidding to the side as she knees Jackson in the stomach. Not even a second later, she uses her powers to flick him away.

Dragging his hand on the ground to steady himself, Jackson skids to a stop, snapping his head up to look at the slowly approaching Selkie. Taking a stand, she waves a hand in the air, making the rocks surrounding her levitate. With a flick of her wrist, she sends the stones flying at Jackson, who easily dodges them.

Landing back on his feet, Jackson is quick to look around seeing as Selkie has seemingly disappeared. You can see the furrow in his brow as she appears behind him, and you panic.

“Behind you!” You shout, just in time, too, for Jackson manages to duck beneath her next blow.

Turning around, the two come face to face once more. Selkie goes to strike him next, but Jackson parries her blow, managing to get in a hit on her ribs and sending her stumbling back.

She glares at him, and then you. Only, before she can even take another step in your direction, Jackson is stepping between the two of you. All you can see of him now is his back, but you know from the scowl that Selkie wears that she is not pleased about this turn of event.

“Your fight is with me.” He states, voice low and ominous, like the threat of an oncoming storm. “When I’m done with you, there will be nothing left.”

Selkie flexes her fingers, nails sharpening into claws. “You’ll come to regret those words.”

Again, Selkie lunges at him, swiping at his neck with her claws. Luckily, Jackson manages to dodge in time, only to get hit by the kick she sends his way right after. Stumbling forward, she uses this to her advantage, landing another blow to his side and causing him to tumble to his knees.

“Jackson!” Your voice comes out frantic as you watch Selkie hoist him up by his neck.

With her fingers digging into his skin, she uses her powers to raise them both off the ground. She smirks.

“Now, look at where that vain desire got you.” Selkie chastises mockingly, shaking her head in the process. “We could have had it all, you know? Power. Glory. Everything.” She tightens the hold she has around his neck as Jackson chokes out a gasp. “We could have been so good together, but you went and threw it all away for some human.”

Jackson can do nothing but struggle, Selkie’s powers binding him in the air as she maintains the hold she has on his neck. Slowly, she brings both of her hands up to caress the sides of his face, still keeping him bound using her powers. He grits his teeth, golden eyes ablaze as he meets her own.

“The sad part is I now have to kill you,” her eyes flit to you who Jackson can clearly see looking on in horror from over her shoulder, “and I think I’m going to enjoy it. Though, not as much as killing them.”

In an instant, his eyes widen, lips parting in protest at her words. However, before he can say anything, he can feel his soul leaving his body as she sucks the essence right out of him. Those same fiery veins that lit up his skin appear on hers, trailing down her neck as she drains the life right out of him.

Once she’s satisfied, she releases the hold she has on him. Instantly, a portal appears behind Jackson’s body, the dark clouds swirling within as Selkie flicks her wrist, sending him flying through the air. With another flick of her wrist, the portal disappears, Jackson along with it.

Carefully, her feet touch the ground and she’s turning to you once more. You, who sits there, surprisingly still, as shock courses through your body. Jackson couldn’t have been defeated so easily. It’s not possible.

Looking up at Selkie, you watch as she approaches you menacingly, a smirk clear on her features. However, what you’re not expecting, is for a dark smoke to start swirling behind her. You blink.

“Now, to dispose of you.” She snarls, teeth bared as her claws extend once more.

Just as she raises a hand to strike you down, her whole body freeze. Horror paints her face as she feels an arm snake around her torso, a separate hand wrapping around her throat.

“I thought I told you,” Jackson’s voice is low as he speaks from right beside her ear, “I’ll kill you if you touch them again.”

With a spray of blood, Jackson rips her throat out with a snarl on his face. As her ruined body falls to the ground, he absorbs the essence of her soul, the fiery substance setting his eyes ablaze once more.

Taking a deep breath while closing his eyes for a moment, he steadies his breathing. A moment later, his golden eyes are snapping open, locking onto your trembling figure.

“It’s okay,” his voice comes out much softer now, his eyes holding nothing but that fondness for you that you’ve come to know from him so well. “I’m here now. You’re safe.”

Instantly, his arms are around you, pulling you into his chest as your own wrap around his torso. Gently, he rubs circles into your back, using his powers to heal you all the while. Surprisingly, you have not shed a single tear.

“Please tell me you don’t have any more crazy exes,” you mumble, and he lets out a laugh in disbelief.

Slowly, he pulls away to look into your eyes. “I don’t know what’s more shocking. The fact that you’re taking this so well, or the fact that you thought she was my ex.”

“She wasn’t your ex?” Your brow furrows, and immediately his one hand moves to smooth the creases from your forehead.

“She did this because I wouldn’t be with her,” he replies.

This only causes your frown to deepen, “crazy bitch.”

He chuckles, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. “You don’t know the half of it.”

A small silence settles over the both of you as he continues to hold you in his arms, your head now resting on his chest. That is, until he’s breaking it once more.

“Still, you’re taking this surprisingly well.” He repeats his words from earlier.

You take a brief pause before answering, as if you’re hesitant to say your next words. “I’ve always known you were different.”

“Oh?” Jackson cannot help but be surprised. “You have, have you?”

“You’re not very good at controlling your eyes when you get emotional.” You reply, a small smirk causing the corner of your lips to tug upwards.

“I’m not?” He sounds quite appalled by this revelation.

Grabbing his face in your hands, you caress his cheeks. In an instant, you’re bringing your lips to his, wordlessly conveying how grateful you are for him, especially in this moment.

Pulling away slightly, you look into his eyes. Eyes which have once again flared gold as he continues to stare at you with that lovestruck expression on his face.

“See,” you hum, smile clear on your features. “Exactly my point.”

He doesn’t even need to look at himself to know that you’re right. After all, he can already see the glow of his eyes in the reflection of yours. An image of which that has him tightening his grip around you subconsciously.

“I thought you were going to be terrified of me,” he whispers, his gaze now downcast. “When I got here, I thought you were scared of me.”

“I could never be scared of you.” Your words set his heart racing in his chest. “If anything, I was terrified of losing you.”

“You don’t know how much those words resonate with me right now,” he says, staring deeply into your eyes. “I don’t know how I could go on without you.”

A subtle grin begins to tug at the corner of your lips, “you’re being melodramatic.”

“I’m not.” Jackson shakes his head, resting his forehead on yours as he grabs your one hand in his.

For a moment, all is silent. Even the fires burning around you seem to have gone quiet as the two of you revel in each other’s presence. Nothing could come between you now, and Jackson will always be there to make sure of it.

“Stay with me.” His words are but a whisper on the wind, but you still manage to hear them. “Rule at my side, where you are always meant to be. Never leave me, and I will never leave you. I promise you, for as long as we both shall live, nothing will ever harm you, or take you away from me again.”

You smile, giving his hand a slight squeeze with your own. “Always.”

With those words, his lips are on your once more.

Slowly, he pulls you closer, one hand finding purchase on the back of your neck while the other grips your waist. Carefully, he parts your lips with his own, breathing his essence into you.

Your whole body heats, veins of liquid fire igniting along your skin as his power washes over you. Never have you felt more alive.

Keeping your eyes closed for the moment, you feel him pull away, somewhat reluctantly. The weight of his forehead pressing against yours grounds you once more as you feel your head spin.

“I’m yours and you’re mine.” His chest rumbles with every word that he speaks.

You can only hum in response, your eyes opening to stare deeply into his own. The molten gold hue he sees igniting within your gaze is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.

He smirks. “Forever.”

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got7paradisejust4u · 2 years

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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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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.

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flowered-mp3 · 2 years

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reverence - kim yugyeom

pairing: urban dancer yugyeom + ballet dancer female reader

genre: professional dancer au, enemies to friends to lovers, first date, fluff, smut

word count: 5.1k+

warnings: explicit sexual content, cursing

summary: after nearly a year of knowing each other, your first date with yugyeom finally arrives. epilogue to the relevé series.

rating: 18+ (mdni)

author’s note: appeasing the thirsty readers lmao. also appeasing myself. this is going to be my last contribution to this au for a while, since i'm going to be working on other projects. anyways, i hope that this is a satisfying epilogue for my dancer yugyeom stans. anyways, thank u for your support and i hope to see u for the next one <3

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“Where are we going?” you ask, craning your head to the side in an attempt to catch something in Yugyeom’s expression that will tell you. Instead, you’re met with his cheeky smile, eyes focused on the road ahead of him.

“You’ll know eventually,” he answers cryptically, causing your eyebrows to furrow. You’ve waited an entire week for your first official date with him and he’s withholding information already. Suspicious, you look out of the passenger side window of his car to collect clues.

But then, your mind wanders to his car.

You chew at the inside of your cheek as you remember part of his confession in the dressing room last week.

“We’re not fucking for the first time in a place like this.”

“Oh? What kind of place did you have in mind?”

“My bed. My couch. My shower. My car. A wall. My kitchen…”

You shake your head internally, squeezing your eyelids shut as if you’re trying to expel the indecent thoughts from your mind.

Date first, you scold yourself, other things later.

Right as the recollection leaves you, Yugyeom makes a right turn into the entertainment district. The street is obviously familiar; after all, you live here. Normally, this is the area that you go to for a quick bite after practice or rehearsal, due to the vast variety of bars, restaurants, and cafés.

Then, you pass a familiar sign on the street, and the one second glimpse of it quickly reminds you of its significance. A small, surprised gasp escapes your lips, and Yugyeom giggles.

“It’s ok, right?” he inquires, almost sheepish.

“Of course, it is! It’s more than alright,” you exclaim, the sound of your enthusiasm easing any nervousness that he had previously, “It’s… Actually… Really romantic, Gyeomie.”

He pulls into the parking lot as you talk, smiling to himself as he backs up. With an arm wrapped over the back of the passenger seat, he cranes his head to look out the back. Clearly, he’s absolutely elated by your positive response but your eyes catch the sight of his jaw and neck clenching instead. You swallow, eyelids fluttering as you push away the urge to pepper kisses along the angles; the need to wrap your arms around his neck and slide into his lap to make do on the plans that he so vehemently vocalized to you-

“Ready to go?” he interrupts your train of thought, and the heat on your cheeks continues to spread to the tips of your ears.

“Mmhm…” you nod, blinking hazily before turning around, reaching for the car door handle. With a satisfying click, the door opens to reveal Yugyeom’s outstretched hand. With your heart leaping out of your chest, you take his palm and breathe a sigh of relief when his fingers interlace with yours. Looking up, you smile at the familiar sight.

The restaurant that you took him to last year. The exact place that you started to fall for the tall, talented, and handsome dancer boy currently leading you towards the familiar door.

✧✧✧

It’s perfect. The closest to perfect that you’ve ever experienced, really.

He talking just as animatedly and passionate as he did that day, alternating between sips of chocolate milk and bites of a personal sized pepperoni pizza. But, it’s just that he’s your boyfriend now. It’s an admittedly incredible benefit. Even so, as you’re listening to him go on and on about a teaching mishap that he had with Bambam yesterday, you cannot believe the fantastic turn of events.

Does he know that his nose scrunches when he giggles? That the corner of his eyes crinkle and his head throws back when he laughs?

“Are you ok? You’re a little quieter than I’m used to,” he says mid-bite, cocking his head to the side at your silence.

“Mmhm. I’m just happy. And I like listening to you talk about work,” you answer, smiling to relieve any uneasiness that he might’ve had.

“Is that it? Because I’ve been wondering why you haven’t said anything about my food choices,” he quips, gesturing at the plate of food in front of him. You giggle in response, covering your mouth to prevent food from spilling out. After chewing sufficiently, you part your lips in defense but he stops you before you can say anything.

“Chocolate milk is good. Burgers are good. Spicy food is not good because it hurts,” Yugyeom defends before taking a sip out of said chocolate milk, brows furrowing cutely.

“Poor baby with his baby tastebuds,” you tease, laughing audibly when he nods in agreeance.

“Yes. I am baby,” he responds, so tonelessly that you’re a hundred percent sure that he isn’t being serious.

It makes you laugh again, only this time you can barely restrict yourself from choking on your food before you scoff, “Sure.”

✧✧✧

You two manage to stay and talk until closing. In fact, you barely noticed that the restaurant was empty until your waiter attempted to kick you both out of the restaurant as politely as possible. After quarrelling over the bill, Yugyeom paid it this time around after reminding you that you bought him a coffee yesterday. So, you reluctantly obliged.

No rock, paper, scissors game this time around. Without another word, he takes your hand and leads you out of the empty restaurant. The door opens and you’re immediately hit with the crisp and refreshing night air, biting Yugyeom’s cheeks pink with each gust. The walk in the parking lot remains relatively silent until he stops in front of his car, his hand twisting in yours until your fingers entwine with his.

“Listen,” he begins, pausing to stroke your knuckles with his thumb, “I want to invite you back to my place to hang out for a little longer, if that’s ok.”

His face is contemplative, almost concerned, as if thinks that you might be uncomfortable with the invitation.

“Please don’t feel pressured to agree because of what I said… Uhm…” he trails off, shyly peering his eyes to the side as he reminds you of last weeks filthy promise, “Anyways. If you want to leave the night as is, I will.”

A small smile seeps into your expression at the caring nature of his words. He couldn’t be more wrong, but you greatly appreciate it anyway.

“I’m more than happy to hang out with you, but isn’t Bam home? I don’t want him to-”

You stop, chewing at your bottom lip at what you’re implying. It isn’t like you don’t enjoy Bam’s company, it’s just that you’re not sure if he should be present for what you have in mind, visualizing the way that Yugyeom’s best friend might cringe at the sight of you cuddling with Yugyeom on the couch, or worse.

“Oh, Bam isn’t home. He’s at Jack’s place, actually,” he says, so nonchalant that you’re convinced that he’s unaware of the way that the revelation pushed your mind to end up in a gutter somewhere.

Alone. In an apartment.

With Yugyeom. And a bed. And a couch.

“Oh,” you make a noise before swallowing, hoping to disguise the fact that you’re pleased with that discovery.

Very pleased.

“Great!” he exclaims before grabbing the passenger door handle, opening it with a click, “After you.”

Yugyeom uses his free hand to gesture to the open door, guiding you inside with his palm. The warmth of his hand seeps into the base of your back, and the sensation prompts a chill to run up your spine. Your eyelids slip closed for a short second, focusing on the presence of his touch before he removes it, bringing you out of your daze when the car door slams shut.

✧✧✧

When Yugyeom said hang out, he really did mean hang out, and nothing more.

And it’s driving you up the wall.

After dinner, he pulled you into his empty apartment, kicked off his shoes, took your coat off, and proceeded to plop onto his couch. Not to make good on that promise from last week, but to watch a movie.

You’re not mad. The fact that you’re currently sitting between his parted legs with his arms wrapped around your waist is making you anything but mad.

You’re just… Frustrated.

Frustrated beyond belief that he’s been focused on the movie for the past hour, when all you want is to feel the heat of his palms on your bare skin; to have them wander in between your legs with his lips on the nape of your neck…

Just the thought of it has you closing your eyes in an attempt to prevent all of the indecent visions from flooding your mind. Unfortunately, he’s making it very difficult to prevent that. His chest is pressed right up against your back, and his left hand is sliding from your waist to your thigh, finishing with a slight tightening of his grip. You’re not sure if it’s subconscious or not, but you widen your thighs as a response to his touch. The movement is so minute that you’re not even sure that he’s noticed.

That is, until the hand on your thigh travels down; slowly and with increasing pressure, to the hem of your dress. His fingers start to play with the pleated fabric, tracing and teasing the skin underneath until you find it difficult to breathe properly. The audio from the tv should be enough to cover it up but all you can hear is the sound of your own laboured breaths. You’re so preoccupied in fact, that you barely notice that you’re squirming backward, right up against his crotch.

“Babe,” he breathes against the shell of your ear, right arm tightening around your waist as his left hand finally ventures underneath your dress and up your thigh. A small noise escapes you, but Yugyeom mistakes it for protest. You can sense an apology coming from him as his touch retracts, so you grab his wrist and place his hand right where you want him.

“No,” you pause to shake your head, “Don’t stop.”

Yugyeom freezes for a second, as if unsure where to begin. So, you decide to give him some direction through your hazy, very turned-on mind.

Covering the back of his fingers with your own, you guide his middle finger up your clothed slit, and he makes a low noise against your ear as a result.

“Touch me,” you plead desperately, emphasizing your need by caressing your clit with his fingers, demonstrating with a pressure and speed that you like to start with. Luckily, Yugyeom seems to have gotten the memo because in no time, you’re clawing at his thighs instead of directing his touch.

The back of your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder as he continues with his ministrations, seemingly concentrated on getting you off. The circles that he’s pressing against your clit starts to increase in speed, and you practically keen against him. Your hips are starting to twitch and your thighs are struggling to remain open. In fact, your legs snap closed with a gasp when his fingers dip under the fabric of your underwear, touching you directly.

But then, he removes his fingers and begins to tap against your clit repeatedly, teasing you.

“I hate you,” you whine toothlessly, displeased that your orgasm was taken away. He chuckles when you start to squirm against him, but the sound quickly devolves to a groan when your ass grinds against his crotch again. He’s definitely hard, and you would almost feel smug about it if you weren’t seconds away from coming.

“Are you ok with this?” he asks, and you nod before whispering with a meek yes.

Yugyeom doesn’t respond. Instead, he forces your thighs open again, digs his fingers into the muscle, and drags them across your skin, as if warning you not to do it again.

You chew your bottom lip at the thought, unsure if you should heed his warning. But then, his hand slides into your underwear again and prods against your wet core, making you disregard that initial thought. Your entire body tenses against his as he circles your entrance with a single finger. He gathers the wetness there before sliding upward, giving your now swollen clit a quick, teasing flick.

Surprised by your sensitivity, you gasp, hip thrusting up slightly to chase his touch. It’s torture, and you start to whine in protest.

“So wet…” he whispers at a volume where you just manage to catch it over the sound of the tv. The teasing lilt of his tone causes you to widen your legs further.

“Fingers,” you demand unintelligently, hoping that he’ll understand with a single word. Sentences are beyond you right now.

“So bossy,” he teases you with a playful nip on the skin of your neck. You blink, and suddenly, his fingers are no longer between your legs. Instead, he uses that same hand to hike up your dress, allowing the fabric to pool at your waist. You begin to protest but a slick sound makes its way into your ear.

It’s the sound of his tongue licking a stripe up his fingers.

Without another second wasted, his free hand pulls the lace of your underwear out of the way and the other slides two fingers into your core.

You let out pleasant hum as his fingers move gently, as if he’s trying to get a feel of what you like. He alters his pace and the angle of his fingers, carefully taking note of what elicits the most positive response from you. His experimenting continues until his fingers delve particularly deep, shifting to a spot that makes your hips twitch.

That reaction isn’t lost to him as he repeats that same action over and over and over, driving you so out of your mind that you can’t hold back the moan from bubbling out of your lips.

“God, that’s- Mmph…” your sentence trails off when the pressure becomes absolutely perfect. He’s curling his fingers so deliciously that you can’t stay still. Yugyeom has to wrap his free arm around your torso to keep you from moving too much.

“Good?” he asks, voice thick with arousal. Clearly, he’s also losing his composure. That, and the fact that he keeps groaning when your ass slides up and down his clothed length.

“More than good,” you answer breathily, gasping loudly when his free hand slides into the neckline of your dress to grasp at your breast. He gives it a brief caress before pinching your nipple, the combination of sensations causing you lose it.

One hand grapples at his wrist and the other squeezes into a fist as you practically dangle over the edge of release again, only to be denied it a second time. He removes his fingers and you’re so needy that your back arches and your entire body trembles.

“I should’ve known,” you pant, chest rising up and down with each laboured breath, “Should’ve known that your teasing would extend to sex.”

“Well, I want to savour it,” he answers with a giggle much too innocent for what he was doing to you with his fingers. Then, loosens his arm from around your waist. Not one to waste an opportunity, you twist around as fast as you can to straddle him, immediately reaching between his legs.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute,” you smile at him playfully, gripping his cock through his slacks. The teasing expression that you saw before has effectively disappeared, replaced with droopy eyelids and an agape mouth.

“You’re cute, too,” he says, smirking before giving you a deep, searing kiss. His arm wraps around you as the other hand glides up your spine to tangle into your hair, pushing your lips against his harder. The action makes you gasp in surprise, which gives him the opportunity to delve his tongue into your mouth further.

You’re now lost. Lost in the way that his hands feel on your body. Lost in the hot, throaty groans that you’re swallowing up with your kisses. Lost in the way that he seems to know exactly where to touch; to nip; to lick; to bite. He’s starting to graze his teeth over the nape of your neck as his jaw drops open, unable to focus with your hand in his pants.

“I want to make do on what you told me last week,” you confess, shaking when Yugyeom starts to suck at a sensitive spot just under your jaw.

“Yeah? What do you wanna start with?” he asks, breath hitching when you pull his cock out of his slacks. You give it a few pumps with your hand, just to see him shiver underneath you.

“Couch,” you start, initially losing your train of thought when he starts to buck into your hand, “Want to ride you. Is that ok?”

Yugyeom groans against your skin, now damp with sweat, “Yeah, that’s- Fuck yeah, that’s way more than ok.”

His enthusiasm makes a grin spread across your face, and Yugyeom melts it away by pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Wait here,” he says, and you reluctantly slide off of his lap to allow him to move.

“And don’t worry, Bam won’t be home for another three hours at least,” he adds with a wink, and you nod.

So, you wait, only having enough time to remove your underwear from your legs, your bra, and to slip the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to gather around your hips. Once Yugyeom leaves his bedroom, he throws something at you; something small, but you catch it with ease. You recognize the familiar, square foil packet, so you rip it open with your teeth. You’re so preoccupied with getting the condom out, that he surprises you with a hand on your chin.

With a gentle nudge, you look up to see him staring down at you, the most concentrated and heated that you’ve ever seen him.

“You just gonna stand there, or you gonna lay down for me?” you smile against his lips when he leans down for a kiss.

“Have I ever told you that you’re so fucking hot when you’re bossy?” he whispers hotly, right before giving you a quick peck.

“Hmm… Can’t say that you have,” you answer as you pull at the hem of his black turtleneck, prompting him to remove it. After pulling it off with a swift tug, you push him down on the couch and swing your leg over his hips, effectively straddling him. You shift, gathering the skirt of your dress up towards your waist and rest your wet folds on his length. The simple contact is enough to make you both sigh out.

“Guess that I have to make it up to you,” he promises, looking up at you with such awe, with such reverence and love that you smile down at him, trying to show in your own way that you feel the exact same fucking way.

So, without another word, you get the condom on, allow him to push his pants down as much as possible, and slide his cock inside you. The initial stretch burns a little, but it eventually blooms into pleasure when you begin to move your hips; slow and steady, reveling in the gasp that Yugyeom lets out from underneath you.

“You know how you can make it up to me?” you ask as you plant your hands on his abdomen and grind down, “Fuck me like you promised that you would.”

He chuckles playfully in response, sliding his palms up your thighs before grasping at your ass, “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

✧✧✧

There’s something about it.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re fucking in a communal space with your clothes half on; breasts hanging out of your dress, his bottoms gathered at his knees with his shirt off, but…

It’s wholly indecent. Absolutely fucking filthy, and that feeling is only intensified by the wet, slapping sounds of skin against skin, the low groans slipping out of Yugyeom’s lips, and the cries of your own pleasure. Each snap of his hips is met with your own thrusts backward, and the all-consuming assault of sensations is so… It’s so…

“Good,” you moan into the air, breath hot and sweltering against his wet lips as you lean down, “You feel so good…”

Yugyeom curses colourfully at that, confirming in your mind that he agrees with your heated statement. Doubling down, he plants his feet on the couch, wraps an arm around your waist, and bucks into you hard, causing your entire body to jolt forward in surprise. Then, he repeats the same action over and over and over until you’re so debilitated; so mindless and lightheaded that you’re forced to clutch onto the armrest for purchase.

“This what you wanted?” he asks mid-thrust, voice hoarse. His breath fans against your damp neck, temporarily cooling your warm skin.

Unable to form a sentence that would be remotely coherent, you nod vehemently, pressing your lips together in an effort to stay quiet. It only just dawned on you that you should be a little quieter, as Yugyeom lives in an apartment complex, filled with neighbours that would surely be disturbed at the ruckus you two are making.

But then, you feel his tongue slide up the curve of your neck, swirling against the skin before latching his teeth against your earlobe, nibbling gently.

“C’mon, use your words, sweetheart,” he goads you on, tightening his hold on your body as you moan at the pet name, “Tell me how good I’m being.”

Your heart flutters at that command.

Oh, you realize, he wants you to praise him.

Very well.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you abide, and Yugyeom instantly moans at that. Just the sound of it makes you move harder against him, and the pleasure spikes so rapidly that it’s nearly impossible to keep talking. But somehow, you continue by focusing on pleasuring him.

“Fucking me exactly how I want, you feel so good…” you add, trailing off when you see Yugyeom’s eyelids flutter, mouth falling open as a moan becomes stuck in his throat. He’s trying his best to maintain eye contact but you can tell that he’s on his way to completely losing it, and his thrusts are nearing a rhythm that’s rough and uneven.

But it isn’t like you’re any better. You’re equally as overwhelmed, effectively fucked out as the pleasure relentlessly winds up, curling and tightening in your core. Both of you can’t seem to acknowledge anything in your vicinity; not the sound of the television, not the hum of the refrigerator, not even the way that the lamp flickers when Yugyeom’s hand accidentally smacks against the switch. Nothing, except for the urge to touch whatever you can reach; kiss whatever you can kiss, and the culmination of it all has you keening on top of him, walls clamping around his cock to the point of madness.

“Oh, shit,” he breaks your kiss by throwing his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing when he attempts to gasp for air, “Oh, fuck…”

It seems to you that Yugyeom is completely ignoring any potential concerns about volume because he’s getting loud. Loud, loud. As if without a care for his neighbours, Yugyeom lets out deliciously rough groans, sounding delirious and needy so incredibly hot and fuck-

“Close,” you gasp, lungs equally burning for oxygen, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He nods dumbly, squeezing his eyelids shut as he trembles underneath you.

“Sweetheart,” he moans out, loosening his arm from around your body. It causes you to let out a questioning noise, but the momentary confusion is instantly eased when his hands reach up, searching for yours.

Immediately, your heart softens as he rubs his thumb against the inside of your wrist, pausing momentarily before covering your hand with his palm. He laces your fingers together and tightens his grip, desperate and almost afraid. As if you would leave him cold and empty, just as you did a couple of months ago.

He doesn’t verbalize that insecurity. However, he makes it apparent in a different way. His facial features melt into a state of pure vulnerability and his body fully surrenders to yours, actions completely set on pleasing you and ensuring that he’s worthy of you. Worthy of your time, your mind, your words, and your body. It’s as if he’s attempting to prove himself.

And what an absurd attempt it is.

Worthy? No one understands you the way that Yugyeom does. No one makes you laugh as much as he does. No one makes you feel like this, as if your entire body is suspended midair, dangling over the edge of happiness, ecstasy, delirium, and pleasure, all at once.

No one is more worthy than he is.

And with a reassuring squeeze of his hand and a hot, searing, and desperate kiss, you try your absolute best to tell him that, all without a single word.

Then, all Yugyeom has to do is fuck into you once, twice, before you shatter on top of him, hips twitching uncontrollably as the sensation of your orgasm overwhelms your senses. Your core, slick and wet and tight, flutters around his cock with such force that he comes with a throaty half-shout. The noise crawls out of the back of his throat, and he’s so loud that he feels to need to tuck his head into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your exposed skin as his jaw drops open.

Your entire body hums with pleasure as his cock twitches inside you, slowly softening as the minutes pass. He begins to press wet kisses against your neck, and you can’t help but giggle at the entire situation.

You, lounging on top of him with your breasts spilling out of the bodice of your dress, cock still inside. Him, laying on his shared couch after being thoroughly fucked by you with his pants half off.

“I can’t believe that we had sex on my couch,” he gasps, slapping his palm against his eyes in disbelief. You laugh in response, placing strategic pecks all over his face to get him to remove his hand. Luckily, it seems to work because his eyes start to peek through the gaps of his fingers, twinkling with humour and mischief.

“Don’t tell Bam,” you remind with a smile, shifting on top of him until his slips out of you.

“I won’t tell him if you won’t tell him,” he replies, lifting up on his forearms to give you another kiss. While the urgency is gone, his lips still move with such sweet, earnest passion that your spine tingles.

“How about a shower?” he asks against your lips, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

“Only if we’re having one together,” you grin, elated when he nods in agreeance.

However, his nod is laced with a certain level of mischievousness that makes you suspicious. So suspicious in fact, that you're sure that the shower that he has in mind will be especially long.

✧✧✧

Sex in the shower was not a good idea.

Sure, it started off great. His lips against your neck, his hands finally roving all over your naked body, unhindered by the fabric of your dress. You got to marvel at all of the tattoos that decorate his body, especially appreciating the gigantic wings that sprawl across his back.

But you two got a little too enthusiastic. Perhaps it was because you two wanted to make up for lost time but the second that two shampoo bottles fell from the shower rack and hit your head, he decided to stop.

It’s ok though, because the highly spirited activities continued on his bed, after the shower.

Thank God that Bambam wasn’t home.

“Sweetheart?” Yugyeom says, interrupting your train of thought. You were absentmindedly tracing the lines of his constellation tattoo as he sat beside you, phone in hand as he scrolled through social media. He nudges you with his elbow before continuing, “Can I ask you a question?”

You nod wordlessly, leaning against his shoulder as your back sinks in his upright pillow, allowing you both to rest against the headboard.

“When did you know?” he starts, voice soft. Your brow furrows at the unspecific question, tilting your head to face him. You’re instantly met with the sight of him; hair fluffy and dishevelled and as handsome as ever. Before you can speak, his eyes already staring back at you, tender and curious.

“Know what?” you answer, shifting closer to him.

“Know that you loved me,” he replies, cheeks dusting a pale pink. Restless and antsy, his fingers search for yours underneath his comforter.

“I’m not sure,” you start, pausing when you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, “It wasn’t really a single moment. Just a lot of moments mixed together.”

You reminisce on your practices together, and how they evolved from a shitty meeting to an exchange of simple advice to simple favours to full-on concern and care. The moments that you two spent together felt intimate, more nuanced than simple friendship, and that single evolution made your heart fall for him faster than you ever anticipated.

"You just had to be so annoyingly sweet that I allowed you to worm your way into my life forever," you joke, and a cute giggle escapes him.

"Don't you worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stick by you and be as sweet and annoying as possible. That's a promise," Yugyeom grins in response, squeezing his grip on your hands. Then, he captures your gaze, pupils slightly illuminated by the single, dim lamp that rests on the nightstand beside you.

“By the way, for me, it was when you asked me to play rock paper scissor for the bill,” he admits before leaning in, pressing an achingly sweet kiss on your temple.

A quiet gasp slips from your lips at his admission, "You remember that?"

"Of course. It's where I fell in love with you. And now, it's where we had our first official date," he revels at your speechlessness, taking the chance to place a soft kiss on your temple. Once he pulls away, he's met with your eyes widened in surprise, aching with soft affection.

“My boyfriend is such a little romantic,” you whisper, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his. You find the admission so endearing that your head dips underneath his chin, kissing those cute moles that you’ve been wanting to kiss for forever.

"I guess I have to change your name on my phone now. Not sure if asshole is the most accurate description for you anymore."

“Say that again,” he requests, completely ignoring the latter portion of what you said. You make a questioning noise, so he adds in a voice a little breather than usual, “Say that I’m your boyfriend again.”

A grin spreads across your face, “You, Kim Yugyeom, are my asshole boyfriend.”

“You know what? I’ll take that,” he says, and you laugh even more, giggling through the kisses that you’re sharing with him in his bed.

And you like the sound of it too.

Kim Yugyeom. Your boyfriend.

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mxillusion · 2 years

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All your fault.

➝ pairing: kim yugyeom x reader (ft. jackson wang)

➝ words count: 2.8k +

➝ genre/warnings: bestfriend!AU; angsty fluff; cursing, insult names

➝ summary: You just agreed to go on a date with the baddest of bad boys in town, only to find out how unpleased your best friend would be about it. Yet you end up going anyway, not knowing that this decision would turn your life upside down.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N."

Eyeing your reflection in the mirror, you spun around a few times, fastidiously checking yourself from every possible angle. Blissfully ignoring your best friend's scepsis simply because you didn't want to hear about it.

"Why not? He actually likes me. And I -- somewhat like him." Surprising yourself, you sounded way more convincing than you thought you would. However, you badly wanted this to work out, so you had no choice but to be optimistic about it. It just had to add up somehow.

"He doesn't like you, Y/N. He wants to hook the fuck up with you." He plopped onto his bed, an inaudible sigh escaping his lips. Yugyeom was still hoping for you to change your mind, even though he knew you well enough to know better. Once you set your mind on something, it is nearly impossible for anyone to persuade you otherwise. "Don't you think you can find someone better?"

Yugyeom never made any secret about the fact of disliking the other guy. In fact, he hated him more than words could tell. Within the shortest time, he realized Jackson had a thing for you since he became aware of how the other looked at you every goddamn time. It was infuriating.

"Someone better than Jackson fricking Wang? You have to be kidding," you giggled. He was simply star-prize, considering the fact that every girl in this forsaken town had a crush on him. Being the handsome guy he was, Jackson also had the exemplary bad-boy image. He was absolutely aware of all his fangirls, infallibly knowing he simply had to flick his fingers to get what he wanted from them. Other guys either hated or worshipped him. There was no in-between.

Yugyeom clearly was part of the first branch. Why did this jack-ass have to cast an eye on you, of all people? His very best friend, the girl who belonged to him already? Okay, if he was being honest with himself, you weren't precisely his girl, but still. He had to protect you from getting your heart broken by such a pea brain.

"You could do so much better," he muttered, more to himself than you, but you sensate it anyway. Trying to act like you haven't heard him, you checked your mirror image one last time.

Satisfied with what you took in, you whirl around to face your best friend. "Okay, I'm ready. Wish me luck?" Glaring at Yugyeom, you just hoped he would end up accepting your decision to go on a date with Jackson.

Yugyeom got up on his feet again, steadily approaching you, to come to a still right in front of you. "I can't make you change your mind, right?"

You slightly smiled at him, shaking your head in silence.

"Good luck then," he mumbled, trying his best to return that smile of yours. His giant frame almost entirely wrapped around yours once he pulled you into a hug. Arms twisted around your waist, Yugyeom was holding you close, almost as if he didn't want to let you go. The tip of his nose hiding in your cherry fragrantly hair, he closed his eyes, trying to calm the fuck down again.

"Just don’t -- I mean, be careful, will ya? Don't rush anything just because you think you have to," he added in all seriousness, making you giggle in amusement.

"It's not my first date, Yug. I know what I'm doing," you assured, trying to let go of him while he still held you close. For a split second, it felt weird being this near to him. Were you imagining things, or was he acting whimsically?

"O-kay... but call me if you need to, okay? I'll be there in no time, beating his ass up if I need to."

You chuckled, freeing yourself from him to pinch his cheek. "You're too cute. Thanks for worrying about me, but you really need to chill out."

The constrained smile on his face washed away at your words. Cute? He was fucking worried about you and simply couldn't handle the thought of you being touched by Jackson. Or any other guy. In fact, he felt sick thinking about it, unable to take his mind off of this picture in his head.

Later that night, you being gone for hours at this point, he was going crazy about you. Yugyeom couldn't think straight anymore, rambling around in his room. He couldn't help but think of you two, hiding in a dark alley, making out with each other, hips grinding against one another, Jackson‘s toxic lips all over your neck. Every attempt to distract himself ran dry, only making him lose his mind even more.

He realized he should've never let you go in the first place. But how the hell could he have done that without blurting out how he actually felt for you at this point? Did he have a choice? The thought of you being with someone else was killing him. Said someone being Jackson only made it unbearable.

His thorax was on fire, a dreadful pain spreading all over his body, almost making him throw up. There was no way he would sit this out. He had to do something. Anything.

The next second, Yugyeom was rushing out of his apartment, jumping into his car to kick off the engine. Tires screeching, he pulled out of the driveway to zoom away, exactly knowing where he would find you.

Reaching his destination fifteen minutes later, he almost fell out of his car, his long legs striding along to enter the location hurriedly. Yugyeom's eyes darted around, only to spot you sitting in a booth at the corner of this location. Jackson's arm wrapped around your shoulders to hold you close to him, his lips brushing your ear while he purred something into your ear, making you giggle.

Yugyeom felt sick again. This time he actually had to choke unintentionally. How could he have let you go? You just belonged to him!

Making a bee-line for you, he was standing right at your booth within no time, catching your attention immediately. Your heart dropped into your guts as you glanced at him, perceiving the worried expression on his face.

"Yug?" you voiced, making the other look up to him as well. "What are you doing here?"

Trying to catch his breath, he was eyeing both of you for a moment. Apparently, he was interrupting something, yet he only felt relieved for not walking in on you actually making out. Otherwise, his heart would have been shattered into tiny little pieces.

"Can I -- talk to you for a second?" Without awaiting an answer, he reached for your palm, making you raise up in one swift movement. You tripped over his shoes, almost stumbling into Yugyeom's arms unwittingly.

Jackson jumped up from his seat, trying to stare the other down. "Get lost," he hissed between clenched teeth, his jawline twitching aggressively.

"It's okay. I'll be right back, okay?" You placed your hand on his chest, trying to calm him down. "Why don't you get another round for us while I sort this out?"

Jackson blinked at you, apparently calming down a little. "Sure thing, babe. Don't make me wait for too long, tho!"

Yugyeom rolled his eyes at the other, pulling you in his direction on your wrist. "Yeah, just rot here while waiting for her. Babe!" he grumbled at Jackson, giving him no time to reply anything. Soon after, he left the location with you tripping right behind him.

"What the hell?" you beefed, breaking away from Yugyeom's tight grip. "Did you lose your goddamn mind?"

He gave off an audible sigh, turning around to face you with a self-mocking smirk on his lips. "Probably," he shortly replied before he spun around again.

You blinked in confusion, unsure of what was happening here. Yugyeom seemed different tonight; something was definitely off.

His tall silhouette wandered around on a small spot, seemingly arguing with himself in silence. Slender fingers ran through his onyx-black hair, messing it up. His owner most likely couldn't care less since he was busy with whatever chaos was going on in his head right now.

"Yugyeom-ah!" you whined, taking a step towards him. "Tell me what the fuck you're doing here. Now!"

He lowered his head, black hair strains falling into his face while he closed his eyes, smirking to himself anew in order to bite his lower lip. The bright moonlight turned this simple act into an extraordinarily lewd scene, causing your mind to spin for a second. No doubt, Yugyeom was a magnificent human being, but he was your best friend after all. You plainly shouldn't find him... sexy. However, your knees got a little weak while glancing at him at this very moment.

"Just come home with me," he finally spoke. His lowered gaze, brows furrowed, causing the heart inside your ribcage to flutter. "Let's get outta here, Y/N."

"Home? Now?" Searching for the right words inside your head, you opened your mouth again to close it a few seconds after. "But -"

"I really don't care about that ass-head," he grumbled, his palm pointing in Jackson's direction. "Let's just -- leave."

"Well, I care about him tho!"

Yugyeom chuckled while shaking his head. "No, you don't."

Baffled by his words, you blinked uncontrollably. "What?"

"To be honest, I really thought you liked him. I had no idea what you saw in him, like, literally, no clue. But I just don't believe you actually care about him. I just can't." Taking yet another step towards you, he was gaining some confidence again. "And if you're being honest with yourself, you know I'm right."

Unable to reply in any way, you just glanced at him. You blushed under his intense gaze in order to look away at some point.

"We both know you deserve better."

Suddenly your heart was beating a lot faster, even though you tried to deny it was caused by your best friend, who was incidentally messing with your head at this point.

"I'll be fine, Yug." Your shaky voice revealed how flustered you were. "Stop worrying so much. I can take care of myself."

He let out a deep sigh, throwing his head back in frustration. "You really don't get it? I don't want you to be alone with him! Please, Y/N, I'm begging you. Let's go!"

"No, Yugyeom-ah, you don't get it! I figured I needed this. So, please, just let me go back inside. Please."

"Bullshit!" he hissed between gritted teeth. "Fuck, he doesn't deserve being around you. You're too good for him. You have to be aware of that. Right?"

Feeling a big knot in your throat, you tried your best to stand your point. You needed Jackson - that wasn't even a lie. You were simply in need of him differently than Yugyeom might have thought. Too bad you couldn't explain yourself, so you had to stay vague.

"What's behind all this? Since when are you falling for fake guys like Jackson?"

"Yug, please. I can't. Just -- let me go back inside."

"The hell am I doing that!" He bit his lower lip again, clearly having too much fun to challenge you. Again you didn't know how to respond, being too overwhelmed by everything right now. "I'm not driving home without you."

"Well, then you'll better get in your fucking car while you wait for me, 'cause I'm going back inside now, and it's gonna get freezing cold out here."

Spinning on your heel, you mistakenly thought you ended this conversation now, just to be pulled back by your wrist once more. Full of verve, you crashed into Yugyeom's arms, your face hitting his collarbone while he was gripping you by your waist.

Your eyes were squeezed shut the moment he had taken you by surprise. Dumbfound by what just happened and absolutely overwhelmed by the sudden closeness to him, your body was trembling.

Why hadn't he let you go? Everything could've been so easy if he’d just let you go back inside.

Gently placing his fingers underneath your chin, Yugyeom made you raise your head to look at him. His palm was moving to your cheek, fingertips dancing over your heated, crimson skin.

Every so slowly, you glanced at him. His caramel-brown eyes hypnotized you, his stare making it impossible for you to move a muscle. You held your breath, unable to say or do anything.

"You belong to me, Y/N." His voice was low and intense, giving you goosebumps. For a moment, you just stood there, trying to comprehend what he just said and what this actually meant.

"I tried to be happy for you. I tried to convince myself it's gonna be okay and that it was best if you would go on a date with another guy. I really did."

At this point, your traitor-heart was beating so god damn fast that it almost jumped out of your chest. Your body was still shaking. All of the sensations had been too much to handle a long time ago.

You knew Yugyeom for your whole life now, spending almost all of your time with him, no matter what. Of course, you had been close to him countless times already, but this simply was a whole new concept. Everything felt so different now.

"Yugyeom-ah –"

"It's okay," he mumbled, trying his best to smile at you. His lips unintentionally brushed yours, giving off sparks. "You don't have to say anything. I just hope you'll come with me, now that you know. Please, don't make me suffer even more."

Still staring at him, you haven't even blinked once. You felt petrified, unable to function propperly. There was so much you wanted to say, but not a single syllable crossed your lips.

Yugyeom's grip loosened a little as he tried to let go of you. You, however, followed your instincts by pressing yourself against him and clinging to his collar.

"Don't let go of me," you breathed, barely audible to him.

"What are you doing?" Now he was the one being confused and highly overwhelmed. He was so sure you would turn him down after confessing to you, yet you seemed to do the exact opposite.

Tippytoeing, your face was approaching his, lips brushing against one another once more. Your eyes closed already, thoroughly anticipating what was about to happen now.

"Kiss me."

And, not missing a beat, he did.

One hand traveled to your neck shortly before his soft, plush lips finally locked with yours. Yugyeom was kissing you ever so tenderly, making your stomach tingle most beautifully. Butterflies did somersaults in your belly, the tingling sensation spreading all over your body. You felt a pleasant warmth inside your chest while you felt him smiling into the kiss. His free arm curled around your waist while you clung to the collar of his shirt even more.

Your blood rushed through your veins once he deepened the kiss, causing your knees to turn into jelly. Trying to stay on your tiptoes, you pulled his shirt down to you, exposing his collarbones to the cold midnight air, causing him goosebumps.

Although you both never wanted this kiss to end, you needed to catch your breath at one point. Yugyeom was slightly pulling away from you, still holding you close. His forehead rested on yours while he was drowning in your sparkling eyes.

"You still wanna go back to that jerk?"

Chuckling at his words, you slightly shook your head. "He's probably in good company by now. I'd rather leave with you now."

Grinning from one ear to the other, Yugyeom was pecking your lips again. "So... you don't actually want to be with him?"

"No, doofus. I never wanted to be with him, to begin with."

He gave you a questioning eye, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. Yet he still couldn't figure out what all of this was about.

"I only went on this stupid date to distract myself from what I really wanted." You lowered your head, but he made you look up instantly. "I felt so stupid for falling in love with my best friend. I was in denial. Obviously."

Now it was him, chuckling at your words. "If you'd just said something. Anything. I was freaking out the second you left my room. It was pure torture."

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, pulling his face close again. "I had no idea."

"It's okay. It was all worth it. You are worth it." You felt soft kisses all over your face, making the butterflies rise again. "You are my everything. Always have been."

His words made you grin happily. "So -- how about leaving now? Take me home."

"That's been the plan all along."

#got7 #got7writerscollective #yugyeom #kim yugyeom #yugyeom scenario #yugyeom imagine #yugyeom fanfic #yugyeom drabble #friends to lovers #best friends to lovers #fluff #angst #got7 scenario #got7 imagine #got7 fanfic #got7 drabble

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justwritedreams · 2 years

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Do you have a wish list

Of imagines that I want to write? I do! I hope that was the question lol Here's my list:

Idol!Mark x Cop!Reader Mark is pursued by a sasaeng and the reader is assigned to handle the case but she ends up getting too involved with him.

StreetRacer!Jeno x Reader Jeno is the new bad boy in town and the reader's boyfriend's main enemy and she tries to resist the urge to get close to Jeno. Dancer!Haechan x Dancer!Reader Initially as dancers for enemy groups, Haechan and the reader end up becoming partners when she leaves her own group after her ex-boyfriend scandals. Prince!Mark x Reader The story of Prince Mark I mentioned in Kings. He has to hide from enemies of the royal family after they invade and take possession of his kingdom, participating in a royal protection program, he will become a normal guy. Jaehyun x Reader, mafia au! An imagine of got7's yugyeom that I decided to rewrite with Jaehyun. Trapped in the mafia world, Jaehyun reappears in the reader's life at a time when she needed a light. Vampire!Jeno x Hunter!Reader The good old troop of enemies to lovers. Jeno will suddenly be part of an institution of vampire hunters and partner with the reader, who, without knowing why a vampire will help her, tries to keep as far away from him as possible. Youngjae x Reader Based on the movie The Day After Tomorrow. Best friends forever and secretly in love, Youngjae and the reader will have to fight to survive a natural disaster.

I have other ideas in mind but these are the ones I most want to write about.

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 2 years

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Prince BamBam~ Royal!AU

WARNINGS: Fluff, Some Violence

A/N: heyo i’m back bitches also this is trash im so sorry i may redo this

Prince BamBam is very dashing, elegant, and confident.

He knew how good looking he was, but he never let it go to his head.

He takes very good care of himself, always wanting to look his best.

He was very skilled in hand to hand combat, as the King wanted him to learn for “just in case” purposes.

BamBam never thought he would have to use it one day

He seemed to take after the King in more ways than one.

The King was handsome, his looks and charismatic personality could captivate you; and he knew this.

The Queen was a marvelous woman, she was fierce, strong, and also very kind; which was unexpected to some.

BamBam was their pride and joy, they wanted the best for him...which is why they invited the royal family of a Princess they thought would be the best for him.

BamBam was shocked and upset when he found out about this, he didn't even like her, let alone want to marry and rule a kingdom with her.

He didn't have a love like that for anyone...well, he thought that he didn't.

You continued to stitch up your dress for your performance at the opera house later that night as your best friend, BamBam, paced back and forth, letting out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his hair, “How could they do this to me? I thought I made it clear to them that I don't want to be with her!”

BamBam is supposed to be attending the Opera with his parents, the neighboring Princess, and the neighboring King and Queen.

After he was informed about it, he immediately fled to your home in the Kingdom, needing to vent to someone he could trust.

“How awful could she be?” you asked, curious about why he seemingly loathed this Princess.

BamBam started telling you about how stuck up and rude she is, how he couldn't stand being near her because she would link her arms with his, she already had it in her mind that BamBam was her future spouse.

You couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. You’ve always tried to suppress your feelings for your friend, I mean he is a prince; but they always come back in moments such as this one. “I just wish they would understand that I do not wish for this, I would rather rule alone.” BamBam sighed, his head falling down.

You stop what you’re doing and walk over to him, “It’ll all work out Bam, I know it will, I feel it. Just try to enjoy yourself tonight, okay? I’ll see after the show, behind the building.” He nods and sighs once more, “I should go back, I need to prepare myself for tonight anyway.” You both say your goodbyes and continue with your dress.

Hours later, as the night fell upon the sky, you paced backstage in the opera house, nervous about your song you were performing, nervous about BamBam hearing you for the first time.

Alas, your performance stunned everyone in the theatre, especially BamBam. You had found him in the crowd, locking eyes with him as you belted out the love song for the scene in play.

Neither noticed the Queen looking between you two and gesturing for the King to look, they realized that their son was already in love with someone, it was just a matter of getting you two together. But soon that would play out on it’s own

After the show, you had walked outside, behind the opera house where you were supposed to see BamBam. All of a sudden, a man had you pushed up against the wall, a man who wasn’t BamBam.

“Hello darling, I must say, you are absolutely to die for.” he breathed into your face.

You tried to push him away, “Leave me alone,” but he was starting to get forceful.

“I always get what I want, and I want you.”

Before another thing could happen, the man was ripped away from you and a fight had started, the other man apart of it being BamBam.

BamBam was beating this man almost to a pulp, before you knew it, the man was running away.

“Are you okay?” he asked, frantically. You just nodded.

“Bam...You saved me. Who knows what he could’ve done,” you almost whispered in a cracked voice, tears welling up in your eyes. BamBam immediately came up to you and hugged you, pulling back for a second to look at you, his hand caressing your face.

“Of course...I-...I love you”

#got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 scenario #got7 imagine #got7 bambam #bambam imagine #bambam imagines #bambam scenario #got7!au #got7 prince!au #got7 royal!au #got7 au

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kpopfairyland · 2 years

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Yugyeom as royal guard

(i don't know what this is... it almost turned angsty. But I adore guard!au and so here is Yugyeom as your personal protector.)

Yugyeom x fem! Reader

drabble

fluff

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There was a moment of realization. You could feel reality slipping away from you. Then everything turned upside down.

“My Lady!”

Someone was shaking you. Someone who held you. Someone with a lot of concern in their voice.

“Wake up. Please.”

You tried to open your eyes, just to find Yugyeoms face mere inches from yours. His dark eyes blown wide open. He had caught you, as was his job as your personal guard. Still, having him so close made you almost faint again.

“What happened?”

You tried to sit. He helped you find a comfortable position, but his arm remained around you.

“You must still be weak. I told you to take it slower. Yesterday you were sick and today you want to run around the castle. We should go back.”

“No,” you griped his hand. “I need to go to the gardens.”

With a deep sigh he shook his head. “It is my job to protect you.”

“And you are very good at that.”

“Than please listen to me.”

“Now, if I do that, then I would be safe and you wouldn't have a job anymore.”

And you wouldn't see him anymore. At least not this close. Your eyes wandered to his lips. On normal days you had a hard time not to stare at him, with his features like the status in your garden. But today you felt not yourself and you couldn't help it.

Yugyeom seemed too perfect to not stare. And his warmth was all around you.

“How are you feeling?” He was also staring. But for a completely different reason.

“Dizzy,” you whispered.

“I will get you some water then.”

“Don't leave.”

“Can you stand?”

You tried to get up and leaned against him. Not ready to let go of him just yet. Not when you had a perfect excuse of hugging him.

“You making this more difficult.” He whispered.

Maybe he was right. Maybe a proper Lady would let him guide her back to her room and forget all about him. He was a guard. And you were a Lady.

And you were hopelessly in love with him

“Let me rest a bit longer,” you said and closed your eyes.

His grip around you tightened. “Don't faint again.”

“Would you catch me again?”

“Always.”

His eyes met yours. So many unspoken words between the two of you.

“Yugyeom,” you whispered.

“I know.”

You couldn't stop staring at his lips. “Please.”

“Did you only faint to be in my arms?”

“Would that be bad?”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “You will be my end and the source of my pain.”

“Then end this pain for me.”

“As you wish.”

His lips brushed yours in a moment of weakness. You felt your knees giving in but he caught you again. And when you kissed him back, he seemed to loose all control he so carefully crafted.

The thought that he might love you the same way slowly bloomed in your mind. All the moments you had secretly stared at him just to see him smile at you. All the tiny gestures and encouraging words. Had he longed for your touch the same way you did for his? His lips that caressed you hungrily were answer enough.

“Take me to my room.”

“Oh, now you want to go back? I thought you wanted to visit the gardens?”

“Why would I do that when I am already in paradise?”

#got7 drabble #got7 fluff #got7 imagen #got7 oneshot #yugyeom fluff #got7 scenario #got7 x reader

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justgot7reactionsandsenarios0 · 2 years

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Forever and Always (Yugeom)

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Proposal, Wedding

Word Count: 1640

Summary: Yugyeom has planned a scavenger hunt for you which ends in a proposal. Wedding included.

Masterlist Buy me a Coffee

Thank you to @got7paradisejust4u for helping me with this go give her some love :D

It was 8 am when you lazily rolled over in bed to find that Yugyeom wasn’t there next to you. You couldn’t recall him saying he had work today but that must be where he’d gone, he never gets up this early unless he really has to. You had a quick stretch before leaving the comfort of your bed. Shuffling your way into the kitchen only to be met with the smell of the waffles Yugyeom had made you for breakfast before he left. Just as you sat down to eat your food you noticed a note placed on top that read, “Enjoy your breakfast Princess, after this go get changed into your favourite outfit.” You raised your eyebrows at this a bit curious but you did as the note said. You hurried up with your waffles, hardly tasting them with how fast you ate them, then made your way to your closet. You picked out your favourite go-to outfit, not too casual, not too smart, a nice middle ground. He seemed to know which outfit you’d pick too since there was another note tied to the hanger that said, “Now you look beautiful, like always, I want you to go to where we first met, there you’ll find your next note.” This took you a moment to think about but then it hit you, the memory of the day. You were at the record store looking for your favourite band’s new album and that’s when you saw Yugyeom for the first time, grabbing the same record as you at the same time and having a small back and forth over who got to keep the album before he took it out of your hands completely and put it into your basket insisting you have it. That was such a vivid memory for you.

After booking an uber into town and rushing to grab your keys, you get dropped outside the same record store, you cautiously make your way inside. The racks were low enough for you to be able to see over them to try and catch the head of your tall boyfriend rise above them but nothing. The size of the place in itself was enough to make you panic slightly, how were you going to find such a small note in a place like this. Going with your instincts you decided to go for the most obvious place you could think of first, the albums. You found your favourite band’s name and began quickly flicking through the records looking for that album from the day you met. There it was and with it the note saying, “Yay! You remembered, even the album! Now think back to our first date, that’s your next destination.” This you will always remember. Your first date was at this really cute ramen place that not many people seemed to know about, it was always rather quiet and it was tucked away to the point you wouldn’t know where it was unless you were looking for it. You had the seafood ramen and he had the chicken ramen, you’ll always remember this first date because Yugyeom accidentally spilt some of his water over you and was too busy apologising to you and helping you clean up that he didn’t notice when he did it again when he got up but this time to himself.

It didn’t take you long to get to your destination and the note was fairly easy to find, it was hidden behind a plant outside, "Again, well done for finding me! Wasn't the food here just delicious? Now to our final destination where I had asked you to be my girlfriend, you remember where that is right? You better! See you there!". You had a mini flashback to the day, it was mid-Autumn, and he had gotten BamBam and Jackson to blindfold you, to walk you down the park, where they've decorated just so he could ask you out. It was a little overkill but you loved it. The way he just blushed as he asked you to be his girlfriend made you instantly fall for him even more than you already had. Within moments, you found yourself already at the gates of the park, the weird sound of giggling came from behind you as you get blindfolded once again, a repeat of before. "Bam, Jackson, this better be you or I'm going to scream!" you cried as they giggled, Jackson trying to put on a fake voice but his laugh gave it away as you held your arms out ready to be guided. How you haven't already guessed what's happening was beyond them, as they couldn't contain their excitement.

After what felt like hours of walking, you come to a halt all of a sudden. Putting you on nails as the laughter from the boys on either side of you also comes to a stop. "Hey! What's happening?!" you shout as you could still feel their grasp on you, preventing you from falling as you're moved forward slightly then turned around to face where you just came. The light from the sun blinds you as the blindfolds are dropped from around your eyes. Adjusting to the light, you scan around the park in front of you, but there was nothing, "What-" you exclaim but get interrupted by a scoff from behind you, and a tap on your shoulder. You turn around slowly all worried at what you were going to see, considering that they usually like playing pranks on each other, so if this was one put on you, you were going to start crying. But instead, you're happily surprised to see the part decorated. Your boyfriend stands tall on the bandstand, decorated in your favourite flowers and the boys standing on either side of the steps, Jinyoung offering his hand to take you up to his younger. The moment you reached the top of the steps, Yugyeom drops to one knee as your mouth drops to the floor too, eyes welling up as he pulls out a bix from his back pocket, opening up to show a diamond ring that glistened in the sun. "Y/N, you're my soul mate, you're my world, you're my everything. Without you, I'm nothing. Without you, I'm just someone. You make me who I am, and who I want to be is your husband. Will you please make me the happiest boyfriend, fiance, and husband? Will you marry me?". You thought you were dreaming, pinching yourself to see if you would wake up, but when reality set, you couldn't even speak. All you could do was nod and throw yourself at your now, husband-to-be. Allowing him to put the ring on your finger, the boys cheered as you shared a gentle and soft kiss before Yugyeom pulled you into a hug, fighting back tears himself. "She said yes!" the boys cheered, now something that Yugyeom could never forget. A year later, wedding bells chime, as everyone rushes to get things ready for the big day.

The sound of people chatting and laughing in the reception room made you and Yugyeom anxious as you both come to the final touches on your makeup and/or clothing. Yugyeom shakes with anticipation now the day has come and reality hits him like a brick. Looking at Jaebum and Jinyoung for support, they remind him how he's done so well and how proud they are of him. "You've got this, and the moment you see her walk towards you, it's going to be the best thing ever," Jinyoung says, patting Yugyeom on the back before leaving the room to stand in his spot, Jaebum follows not long behind, but reassuring him everything will be perfect, "Nothing will beat the 'I do" he chuckles before leaving. Yugyeom takes a moment to breathe before following out, to stand at the end of the Aisle, by his brothers, watched by both families, and ready to see you at last.

You had to admit, you weren't feeling very confident yourself. This was a whole new experience, you didn't want to mess anything up as you grasp onto your flowers, and your veil put over your head. Both your mother and father take one last look at their little girl before they send her off down the aisle to be with her husband. The moment the music starts playing, you grasp tightly onto your father's arm as he takes one last look, kissing your cheek before taking lead to walk you down. You keep a steady walking space, not to trip over yourself or the dress as the sounds of 'awes' are audible around the room. You look around at everyone looking at you before looking directly ahead, eyes connecting with Yugyeom's as you both smile, tears already welling up in your eyes. All the worries that you both had seemed to have disappeared, with a grasp of his hand, after your father gives you away, you take a stand opposite Yugyeom, who lifts the veil over your head, letting a tear fall from his eye, "You're so beautiful." he whispers as you blush, trying to hold back tears as you follow instructions ready to say your vows.

After moments of vows being said back and forth, you grasp each other's hands tightly, before breaking the connection to slide the rings onto your fingers, "With this ring, I promise to protect and love you, until my last breath" Yugyeom says sweetly, looking deep in your eyes as you follow suit. "You can now kiss your bride!", the sound of cheering shakes the building as you share your first as husband and wife. Indulging at the moment and not wanting to end, the kiss deepens lightly before Yugyeom breaks away first, resting his forehead against yours, "I love you", "I love you too!".

#got7 #got7 scenario #got7 fluff #yugyeom #kim yugeom #got7 yugyeom #yugyeom fluff #kim yugyeom fluff #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff

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kpopimaginings · 2 years

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Kinky Headcannons - Yugyeom (NSFW)

A/N: While writing this I realised that I get really different vibes from Yugyeom now than I did in the jaywhypee days. I’ve kind of combined it all here and I hope you enjoy!

Switch - sub lean

Probably likes older partner, or a partner who can baby him a bit

Definitely the 'good boy' sub type

Praise kink

Very whiny

Likes eye contact during sex so prefers positions where you are facing each other

Or a conveniently placed mirror

Eye contact can be soft and loving or really intense

Doesn't mind being blindfolded, but likes it taken off before/as he cums

Enjoys the intimacy of sex

Not into anything that hard

Overstimulation is probably the kinkiest thing he is into, giving and recieving

When you do it to him he is so vocal and whiny

Keeps telling you its too much and he can't take it, but he never actually taps out and always tells you how great it was when you finish

But he gets his revenge next time he's feeling dommy 😉

He loves it when you just take care of him during sex

And again, will happily reciprocate when he tops

Will branch out occasionally if one of you is in a mood

Always checks in on you frequently if he's going hard, and asks that you do the same for him

Likes to use the traffic light system when checking in

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Holding Your Baby For The First Time ~ Jackson Wang

A quick thanks came from both of you as the door to your delivery suite closed, with the midwifes checking over everything to make sure that the two of you could be left alone, with Jackson immediately pulling his chair across closer towards you.

His hand reached out straight away to brush over the top of your daughter’s head as she rested on your chest. He was in awe as he studied her, struggling to believe that something so small was his, and for the rest of his life too.

“Isn’t she just the sweetest?” You asked Jackson as your eyes watched over him and the delicate touch that he had as he brushed over her head.

“My heart has never felt so full,” Jackson whispered in reply.

From the moment he found out that you were pregnant, Jackson had had a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait for it all, and now that your daughter had finally arrived, he couldn’t wait for the many adventures that the three of you were about to go on.

It had been the best and the worst time of his life watching you in labour. There were plenty of times when Jackson wanted to help you, take the pain away, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t wait for her to arrive, getting more and more excited with every passing minute though.

“Look at how perfectly she fits with you too,” Jackson laughed as his eyes continued to stare, “I can’t believe how incredible you are, you were amazing Y/N.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you quickly assured Jackson.

His head shook back across at you, he knew that you were tough enough to do it yourself. He had wanted to do more if anything, make sure that you knew that he was there.

“I’ve had her for quite a while,” you told Jackson as you brought your hand up to rest against her back. “Do you want to hold her for a little while? She can’t spend the rest of the day on me, she needs to be with you too.”

“Are you sure?” Jackson quizzed, the confidence draining out of him as he reminded himself once again of just how small your daughter was on you.

Your head nodded as you slowly sat yourself upright, placing both of your hands onto your daughter to bring her properly into your hold. Jackson pulled himself even closer to you as he held his arms out, allowing you to slowly place your daughter into his hold.

“You’ve held a baby before, you’ve got this,” you told him as a sharp intake of breath came from him as soon as he felt your daughter touch him, worried that something bad might happen.

Jackson took a deep breath in as your arms slowly let her go, leaving her just in Jackson’s hold. “There feels like there’s so much more responsibility when you’re holding your child,” Jackson told you, shuffling back in his chair slightly.

Despite how nervous he was, he soon settled, staring down at your daughter with a wide smile on his face. It was the moment that Jackson had dreamt of several times whilst you were pregnant, impatiently waiting for the day when he’d be able to hold his daughter for the first time and let her know exactly who he was and how much he loved her.

You expected nothing less from Jackson as he looked across to you momentarily. “How does it feel to finally hold your daughter for the first time?”

“Surreal,” he chuckled, keeping his voice nice and quiet to make sure that he didn’t disturb her sleep. “I’ve pictured this so many times, and yet not a single dream that I’ve had compares to just how magical it actually feels to finally be able to hold her.”

You pushed yourself further up your bed too to be able to sit properly in front of the two of them. “I wish we could just stay like this together; I don’t think I’ve ever seen your smile as wide as it is right now holding onto her.”

His heart was racing, feeling as if he needed someone to pinch him to make sure that what was happening was really real. He couldn’t believe it, no matter how many times he looked at your daughter, it all still felt as if it was far too good to be true for Jackson.

“You’re never going to let her go now, are you?” You asked Jackson, noticing the obsession in his eyes.

His head shook back across at you straight away, “I don’t plan on ever letting her go. Even when she’s an adult, no boy will ever get to hold onto her.”

“You can’t hold her forever, even though you’d like to Jackson.”

His eyebrows raised across at you, making sure that you weren’t doubting him. During the many times when he spoke to your bump whilst cuddled up to you, he made sure that they knew that he was going to protect them.

“I’ve done a good enough job of protecting you,” he proudly smiled, “protecting my daughter should be the easiest job in the world.”

Your smile grew as Jackson spoke, refusing to underestimate just how protective he could be when he wanted to. He wasn’t wrong, he had always kept you safe, keeping his arm wrapped around you as much as he possibly could, especially when he began to worry that you were going to get hurt by something, or even worse, someone.

“You look like a natural by the way,” you spoke as silence fell between the two of you. “If you want my opinion, then you’ve definitely got the hot dad aesthetic well and truly down, the two of you look adorable together.”

Another quiet laugh came from Jackson, “I probably look exhausted Y/N, I’ve not slept in three days worrying about you going into labour. My hair has never felt as knotty, and my face probably makes me look ten years older.”

“It’s good preparation for all the sleepless nights that are about to come our way,” you teased, “if you think it’s bad now, you just wait for a week or two.”

“I have a feeling I’ll survive,” Jackson replied to you, “mainly because I’m already finding it pretty impossible to say no to this face. I mean look how cute she is, it’s unfair that someone can already look so adorable when they’ve only been here for an hour.”

You couldn’t deny that your daughter was sweet, although the two of you might be a little bias, even the midwifes had given the two of you plenty of compliments too.

“You know if you want to rest after everything, I can keep an eye on Y/D/N,” Jackson told you as he watched you shuffle.

You couldn’t deny that you were exhausted, everyone had told you to prepare for labour, but you had never prepared yourself for just how hard it was. The only thing that kept you going was Jackson beside you, who never let you get yourself down once.

“All she’s doing is sleeping, that’s what you should be doing too after how hard you’ve worked over the past couple of days,” Jackson assured you. “If anything happens, or one of the midwifes comes back in then I’ll make sure to wake you, I won’t let you miss out on anything if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Your head nodded as you began to rest back, “are you sure that you’re going to be alright if I close my eyes for a while?”

“Of course. The two of us will be just fine.”

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got7paradisejust4u · 2 years

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GOT7 Scenario - But It’s Cute ~ Park Jinyoung

Post Date: 5th May 2022 Content: Fluff - Jinyoung x Reader WC: 773 TW? Warnings?Notes?: N/A FLUFFY GLASSES JINYOUNG / Gender neutral

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

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In the entire five yours you’ve been best friends with Jinyoung, you’ve probably seen him wear a glasses only a handful of times, much to your dismay. Each time you see him with them on, your heart skips a beat, it felt wrong to fall for your best friend but when he’s in his glasses, you just melt. You’ve always found Jinyoung to be the most hansome man you’ve every laid your eyes on. Your friends were so jealous of how close the both of you were, and called you selfish for not sharing him with them, but you enjoyed the fact that you could see him when he wasn’t busy, he had enough time for you and not really anyone else.

“Ya! What do you want from the takeaway?” He asks, slapping your arm gently with the menu, throwing it into your lap as he smirks, walking away to grab his phone. “I’m not hungry!” you whine as you stare at the menu, he snaps his head around the door, sending you evils as he knew you too well, knowing you hadn’t eaten yet. He marches towards you, looking down at you with a dirty look.

“I’m. Not. Hungry,” you repeat slowly, crossing your arms and furrowing your brows, pouting like a child would. The feeling of his eyes on you made your skin itch, knowing that he wasn’t going to leave you alone until you answered him the way he expects you to. Aggressively, you grab the menu, briefly scanning over it before throwing your arm out, menu in your hand right in front of his face, “The usual” you said, feeling defeated at the fact he wouldn’t let you off this one time.

He smiles at you sarcastically as he pinches the menu off you, looking at his phone to put the order in on his phone. You finally look up at him, realising that he had his glasses on his head, rather than on his face. With a swift movement, you’re now standing right in front of him, reaching for the glasses as you try to slowly place them down over his eyes without him flinching, but mission failed.

He swats your hand out of his way as he raises an eyebrow at you, softly biting at you, “Ya, what are you doing?”, this made you giggle a little but you had to stop yourself, index fingers now touching tips as you brought your hands up to your chest, “Please wear your glasses, they look nice on you~” you say cheekily as he vigorously shakes his head at you, rolling his eyes as he goes to put the menu back in the kitchen.

“I’m not wearing my glasses” he says under his breath as he walks away, but you shout after him, “Put them on!”. “Excuse me?” he scoffs, coming back into the room, face was a picture to remember, his reaction had you giggling once again, his eyebrows were raised and his eyes were open so wide you were scared they would pop out of his skull.

“Who do you think you are talking to?” he growls, as he stood tall above you, making you gulp but the sudden urge to kiss him there and then replayed in your mind as he smiled at him, looking at him in the eyes as you inch your face closer, “You”. On tip-toes, you place a kiss on his lips, backing off before he could even react, almost instantly regretting your decisions. What if he didn’t think of you like that?.

Before you could move too far away from him, he grabs you by your waist, pulling you back in, head lowering as he goes to return the kiss. Your finger shoots up to his lips as you place it softly on them, “No, not until you put your glasses on, you look great~ in them” you say, almost teasingly. You could see he was losing the will but he did as you said anyway, flashing you a smile before finally getting the kiss he wanted.

“I hate the fact you bribed me with putting my glasses on for a kiss,” he snarls, gently biting your lip before pulling away, “You’ll only ever get a kiss if you’re wearing them” you bite playfully, placing another peck on his lips before crashing onto the couch behind you, “where’s this food, I’m hungry now” you say, ignoring him as he sits next to you.

“Do I really have to wear my glasses when I bought you food to get another kiss?” he whines lowly, as you nod at him, “Yes, yes you do”.

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flowered-mp3 · 2 years

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vermillion pt. 3 (astriction) - lim jaebeom

pairing: human prince jaebeom + vampire princess female reader

genre: fluff, angst, forbidden love (kinda?), arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, vampire, royalty, fantasy au

word count: 8.3k+

warnings: cursing, mentions of war, depictions of violence, suggestive sexual content

summary: in an effort to end centuries of war, you agree to a political marriage with the enemy. you never considered that your circumstances could allow you to indulge in matters of the heart. that is, until your intended pushes past your boundaries, tempting you with intelligent banter and salacious, midnight promises.

rating: 18+ (mdni)

author’s note: there's a convo here that is inspired by shadow and bone s1 and bridgerton s2! also hope that u guys spot the midnight promise in this part hehe (it's one of my fav scenes that i've ever written!).

[library] [got7 library] [vermillion series]

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astriction (əˈstrikshən) - the act of binding.

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Negotiations are going well, apparently, and the notion has never been more frustrating. You would normally relish smooth political agreements. In fact, you’ve been responsible for the majority of them since your father first allowed you to sit on his council.

This time, however, you are not responsible. You’re now left in the dark concerning your country’s affairs. You know next to nothing about what’s been discussed in the past couple of council meetings. There’s only so much that Suho can divulge without alerting your uncle; after all, that wretched man has eyes everywhere.

You have no one to blame but yourself for this misfortune; allowing yourself to unravel at the hands of a stubborn human prince. So you’ve had to take matters into your own hands.

And you’re anything if not resourceful.

You’ve been sneaking into the archives in the library to read up on all the reports that you’ve managed to get your hands on. At least, that was the plan, until His Royal Highness decided to poke his nose where it doesn’t belong.

The human prince is much more stubborn than you initially gave him credit for, and it’s absolutely infuriating because it seems that for the last week, his presence has become incessant. Constant. Never-ending.

Even when you’re teaching a magic class, or taking a stroll around your father’s gardens, he’s still there, just at the edge of where you can sense his aura, lingering in the corner of your eye like a buzzing insect; slightly irritating upon first sight, but gradually increasing in irritation as its appearance continues.

You attempt to ignore him but your efforts prove futile when he locks eyes with you, as always. The location doesn't matter; he always, always, seems to possess the incredibly annoying skill of finding you. Maybe it’s an accident, but you become distracted within that short second of eye contact anyway. He’s always focused and concentrated, irises dark and glaringly beautiful… It only serves to remind you of the way that he stared at you in that hallway last week.

He’s managed to make your life and responsibilities as Princess Regent decidedly more difficult than it has to be. He’s constantly in your way, stubborn and unyielding but, just the thought of his warm thumb caressing the cool, sensitive skin of your wrist makes your chest clench and your spine arch.

It’s deplorable, truly; the relentless, unforgiving pull that you have towards him.

What you wouldn’t give to escape it.

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Jaebeom is normally quite comfortable with silence. In fact, it’s preferable. For him, nothing is better than tranquil, subdued quiet, especially in combination with the outdoors and a good book.

But at this moment, silence is his absolute worst enemy.

He’s on one of the obligatory, routine, and patronizing walks with you around the palace, and you haven’t said a single word to him since the events of last week. To make matters worse, the rest of his inner circle will be arriving within the evening.

In a brief moment of distraction, his eyes trail towards the expansive window on his right, extending down the brightly lit hallway. It gives him a distant view of the human party marching towards the vampire capital, the Lim family sigil; a sun pierced by a golden arrow in a field of vermillion, strikingly contrasts the surrounding white snow. Half of him is relieved to have humans around for the first time in months, but the other half is undeniably anxious when the memories of the journey come flashing back.

It was arduous and rough at the best of times, all because of the harsh climate, cold weather conditions, and eternal night. You would never be able to tell the time of day here, and it’s a far cry from the temperate warmth of the south. While his inner circle is accustomed to less-than-ideal travelling conditions, he’s sure that the pompous, silver spoon royals from that marching party would complain about it.

Jaebeom nearly wants to pull his own hair out at the stress of it all. He has to defend his people in enemy territory and deal with maintaining a somewhat favourable relationship with his betrothed.

Unfortunately, it’s safe to say that he isn’t doing a very good job at the latter.

Jaebeom is stubborn and enduring, but for some reason, your impenetrable wordlessness chips at his restraint. Every single passing second without a word almost makes him want to scream in frustration. He doesn’t know if he wants to scream at the universe for placing him here, or his father for making him marry you, or you for your unrelenting stubbornness, or himself for being so incredibly attracted to that aspect of your personality, but he just wants to scream.

“You’re upset with me,” he grits out, desperately forcing his urges down. His tone causes you to freeze mid-walk. The muscles in your back visibly tense through the sheer mesh of your dress, and he squeezes his fists even harder at the sight.

“I am not upset,” you answer, and the feigned calmness of your expression makes his blood run hot.

“Tell me what is upsetting you,” he pushes, attempting to decipher if those are the correct words to use. After all, he’s supposed to seduce you in a sense, and he’s been doing a pretty piss poor job at it. But judging by the way that your right eye twitches, those were not the correct words to use.

He should’ve known; you do not take commands from him. Or anyone, really.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop giving me orders?” you answer, your expression starting to become familiar to him again.

He can’t help but allow the corner of his lip to quirk upwards. There we go.

Fiery. Defiant. Confidence that would be confused with arrogance if not for what he’s observed over the last couple of weeks.

“Stop trying to fix something that isn’t there. It is none of your concern,” you add before resuming your walk. His nostrils flare and his jaw tightens, but he forces it down.

“You are my concern because you are my wife-”

“I am not your wife,” you correct viciously, “We are not married.”

Jaebeom re-evaluates, realizing at the moment that reminding you of your attachment to him is a decidedly horrible idea.

“Well, something is bothering you. I apologize if my concern offended you,” he amends, hoping that the added apology will give him something; anything to put him in your good graces.

Instead, you sigh in exasperation and give him the same, monotonous answer that is so far from the truth that it makes every single polite vein in his body to disappear.

He saw you in that room, magic flaring out in spontaneous bursts as you nearly strangled a councilman to a second death. He saw you in that dimly lit hallway, exposed and bare and terrified. He saw you sneak around your own castle as if you’re the stranger, as he is not. Something is definitely amiss and if he has to poke and prod for you to give him the information that he wants, he’ll do it.

“You’re such a shit liar, you know that?”

You stop again. This time, your entire body whips around, eyes narrowing.

“I beg your pardon?” you seethe, stomping over to him with your fists clenching at your sides.

That’s it, he thinks, pleased that you gave him a genuine reaction for the first time in weeks. Anger and frustration make people slip up, and he’s convinced that you are not the exception.

“You,” he challenges with a cock of his head, purposefully asserting himself in your presence, “Are a shit. Fucking. Liar.”

Your jaw clenches at that, nostrils flaring with your brows furrowing deeper than before. If he really pays attention, he’s able to catch that little spark that you get in your eyes when you’re particularly vexed. It’s a sight that he’s accustomed to by now (whether that fact is positive or not, he has no idea.).

Then, just as his gaze drifts away from your eyes, your lips part. Surely, it’s to tell him off. To curse at him. Or, if he’s lucky, you’ll break and tell him exactly what’s been going on.

However, you surprise him by abiding by none of those predictions.

It’s as if whatever you were going to say is now caught in your throat.

It confuses him for a moment, but he catches the sight of his brother speaking to your uncle from the corner of his eye. The two of them are just down the hall; you must’ve sensed them as you explained the other evening. Youngjae is facing away from the balcony, but your uncle is facing it, staring at you both with a leering eye.

To an outside spectator, nothing about it would be amiss but it’s in the way that you step closer to him, as if to conceal yourself from your uncle’s gaze. That action is uncharacteristic to the woman that he’s come to know as of late, and the contrast has him concerned. Then, he recalls the comments that the King made at one of the previous meetings about you, and it’s starting to make some sense.

He begins to wonder if the relationships within the Styrian royal family are strained because it seems to him that there’s something that’s hidden behind closed doors. That instability could prove to be a vital striking point if his father wants to crumble the Styrian royals from the inside. However, that possibility sinks to the back of his mind when your discomfort becomes glaringly apparent, based on your stiff posture, tightened jaw, and fidgeting fingers.

Remembering his father’s words, he steps into your uncle’s line of vision, meeting your eyes as a consequence. The moment that it happens, you’re brought out of whatever trance that he initially saw.

“Your Highness?” you question, oblivious to his inner turmoil. It seems to him that you’re expecting another insult to be thrown your way but instead, he increases the pace of his steps, tugging you along the length of the hallway and away from your uncle’s invading eyes.

Unaware of his true intentions, you tease him, “What? Run out of insults to give me?”

Jaebeom doesn’t reply. Instead, he ignores your moderately confused face and presses his palm against the base of your back. His face is blank, wordlessly urging you to not look back as his pace hastens.

He wants so badly to seem unaffected, but his brain is not communicating with the rest of him. He’s affected to the degree that his mind continues to battle with his father’s words. He wants to conceal the sudden protectiveness that he has over you, but concern starts to bleed through his stoic façade. You fail to take note, however.

Or, do you?

Perhaps, he is imagining the softening eyes that contrast your icy and distant expression.

The realization, however, comes too late. Before he’s able to give any words of acknowledgement, you pull away from him, as if his touch is a trigger.

“Please take your accusations elsewhere. If you’ll excuse me,” you say over your shoulder, your cordial tone unable to tame the flames that seem to dance behind your eyes.

He should reach out. Ask for more time with you. The lingering sensation of your cool touch against his warm skin does nothing but exacerbate the compulsion. But instead, his attention is caught by a man that he never intends to speak to.

“May I have a word with you, Your Highness?” your uncle asks him, and Jaebeom slowly turns around to see King Jiho’s thin, gaunt face, eyes dim and uncomfortably calculating.

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You need to get away.

From the palace, from this life, consistently plagued by misfortune.

You remember the time when you could leave the walls of this city. Explore the vast, wintery lands you’ve called home for the past 200 years. To hunt. To use your magic without fear of retribution. To have your father here with you in this very garden, picking snowdrops to tuck into your hair when you’re not looking.

“My dearest,” he would say with a smile and a pinch of your cheek, “My precious gem. My smart and beautiful daughter.”

The memory of your response to him makes you chuckle, even as melancholic as you feel in the moment.

“Not really,” you had said to him, pouty and upset, “Suho says that I scare all the boys at court. They can’t even talk to me! How can I be beautiful if I scare them?”

“Your magic is power. It’s unknown, and that combination scares people. But power doesn’t make you ugly, dearest. I have magic and I’m not ugly, am I?”

Your father’s question made you ponder as a child.

“No, Father,” you answered.

“Does my power scare you?” he asked again.

“Of course not!” you replied, almost offended that he would even imply such a thing. How could his power scare you? Even as a child, you knew that your father had killed people. Humans, you gathered. Yet, his viciousness never extended to his family. Ever.

“See, dearest. Power does not make you ugly or unwanted. Power is like an amplifier. If you are good before having power, your goodness will only be amplified.”

A simplified explanation for a child, but it convinced you for a time.

But decades have passed since then, and it seems that you’re still unable to get past it; the fear of losing control; the pain of being unwanted as a result.

It’s times like these when your heart aches for his presence. What you wouldn’t give to ask for his advice, for him to guide you, one last time. What you wouldn’t give to have your father’s presence at your wedding, arranged or not. Perhaps, in a different universe, you would marry for love, and not for… Whatever you call the relationship that you have with the prince.

But what would he have told you to do in this case? Would he even be able to solve this political turmoil, the corruption that your uncle has allowed in his court? Not only does it feel like you’re surrounded by enemies, it feels as if you’re suffocating under the pressure of it all; your uncle, the court, the judgement of your own people, your impending marriage with that irritating human prince.

Your father isn’t here anymore. The one person that you could rely on, that you could trust wholeheartedly, is gone, and the loneliness builds in your chest until suddenly, you feel a stream of tears beginning to slip down your cheeks.

“I thought that I would find you here.”

You blink in surprise at Suho’s voice, jolting out of your seated position. In an effort to conceal your tears, you bring the sleeve of your coat to your face, wiping away the signs of sadness.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask softly, sitting back down when your brother joins you on the bench. You turn away, hoping to hide the quiver in your lower lip; a tell-tale sign that you’ve been crying.

“I was asking around for you. No one knows where you went and since this garden is only accessible to the three of us, I figured that this is where you would be.”

“Congratulations on solving that mystery. I’m sure that it was very difficult,” you deadpan, your sarcasm sounding more exhausted than you thought that it would.

“Hm,” he acknowledges, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in silent support, “This was always your favourite place to wallow in your sadness.”

He almost makes you laugh.

“I am not wallowing in my sadness,” you scoff at him, pulling away to slap his arm playfully, “I’m brooding.”

Suho throws his head back in a full, throaty chuckle.

“Ah. Have you also noticed that your future husband is doing the same? Walking around the palace with a poorly disguised scowl all over his face, scaring everyone out of their wits? He’s even managed to make your handmaidens trade their praise for his handsomeness to fears that he’ll wring their necks. I should’ve known that you’d be the cause of it.”

“And what was the cause, exactly?” you feign innocence, but it looks like Suho isn’t taking it.

“You know the cause,” he answers, his playful tone turning serious. Suddenly, it becomes apparent that his purpose for seeking you out isn’t for support or comfort, but to interrogate.

“Is that what you came here for?” you accuse sharply.

There’s a deafening pause before he answers, as if his mind is choosing the correct words.

“We need to discuss what happened last week.”

You blink at your brother, choosing to feign disinterest. You already know how this conversation will go.

“No, we don’t. I am well aware of what I did, and I’m suffering the consequences for it,” you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“The arguments. The yelling. It needs to stop. If it doesn’t, the consequences that you will suffer will be far less civilized than they are now,” Suho advises, tone curt.

You scoff at his warning, “Did Uncle send you here to scold me?”

Suho doesn’t respond, so the answer is probably a resounding yes.

“I didn’t know that you started to do his dirty work,” you jab, and Suho’s nostrils flare at that comment. However, his level-headedness remains.

“You need to be careful, Sister. You’re going to get us into a lot of trouble if your recklessness continues.”

“I am not reckless, it’s just that-”

“The human is getting under your skin, isn’t he?” Suho interrupts, and your words stop in their tracks.

Yes, you admit through your body language, unable to put it into words.

“It was a result of being careful of the humans, Brother. I can’t just… Abide by their requests, no matter how simple they might seem to be. So, I am being careful,” you respond instead, ignoring the fact that His Highness was brought up as a talking point.

You would much rather talk about your Uncle than him, at the moment, and just the idea of that makes your skin crawl.

“That isn’t what I meant,” Suho says, causing your head to perk up.

“What do you mean?”

Your brother sighs before taking a seat next to you, placing a supportive palm on your shoulder.

“You need to be careful of Uncle,”

“I am-”

“No, you’re not. Uncle is capable of cruelty, Sister. Unimaginable cruelty. You weren’t turned when Uncle was in his prime but I was. I saw what he did at the borders when the war was at its worst. I saw what he did to those that disobeyed him. He may not have the strength of a traditional warrior but he always manages to get other people to do his bidding,” he answers. His tone borders on patronizing, and it lights anger inside you.

“I know that he’s a backhanded snake, Brother. I know that.”

“Do you?,” he challenges, his patronizing tone now nearing a full scold, “Do you know the extent of his political power? What lengths vampires will go just to quench their thirst for money or power or glory?”

“He threatened Yuna! You can’t just expect me to just sit there and take it!” you raise your voice at him, and he visually flinches.

“Of course not, but-”

“But what?”

He pauses, as if contemplating his choice of words.

“We need to be strategic about this,” he finally decides to say, voice softening to the point that only you would be able to hear him. “I know that you’re smart, but we need to be strategic. Know when to pick your battles because Uncle has the power to put you away. All he needs is a small incident to fuel it.”

Your mind locks onto the consequences of the council meeting.

Diplomacy is your specialty when it concerns a party that is outside of your own family. More than good. It allows objectivity and clear thinking. You thought that keeping the humans at a distance would be the objective thing to do but now, you’re able to see that it isn’t.

Your uncle is adamant about getting you married off. Nearly to the point where he’s willing to abide by the foolish requests from the humans. You’ve known from the start that he’s wanted to get rid of you somehow, so you’ve acted in direct defiance of that. But after Suho’s words, the true path is revealing itself.

“Heed Uncle’s requests for now. Do what you can do within your power to keep us safe.”

Your eyes narrow at the way his eyes seem to plead for your compliance.

You know that your brother hates your uncle just as much as you do. In addition, he was just as against the engagement as you were. So the question is, why is he suddenly abiding by your uncle and this marriage?

“What are you up to, Brother?” you ask cautiously, looking straight into his eyes. You’re careful, but unwavering.

He laughs the question off.

“So calculating, Sister. Always trying to decipher and get the upper hand,” he teases, moving in for a hug. He wraps his arms around you, comforting and strong. Then, he whispers a promise so secure, so serious, so incredibly unlike your brother that it’s terrifying.

“You’ll find out soon enough. But know that I will protect you. Both of you. Always.”

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“She’s difficult, isn’t she?”

Jaebeom presses his lips together, unsure of how to respond to King Jiho’s question.

Should he play on your uncle’s side and agree? Remain neutral? Or should he oppose him and take the stance of a protective lover?

Jaebeom decides on the truth instead.

“She is unlike any woman that I’ve ever met,” he responds. Well, it’s some form of the truth, at least.

The King chuckles, “Well for starters, she’s a vampire. I cannot imagine that you’ve met very many.”

Jaebeom’s jaw clenches slightly at the latter comment, but he refrains from allowing any more of his emotional response to seep through.

“I have, actually. I fought in the wars, Your Grace,” he answers as calmly as he can, ignoring the slight jab of the King’s words. He essentially implied that he did not leave the capital to fight a war that’s been raging since his birth.

What kind of person did he take him for?

“Apologies for my presumptuous comment,” he says cautiously, “I nearly forgot that you did. After all, the years that you’ve spent on the battlefield pales in comparison to my own.”

Ah, yes. The classic vampire condescension appears once again.

It’s no wonder that you’re so apprehensive around him, and it only serves to make Jaebeom wonder how he’s been treating you. This is his first private conversation with the man, and he can already gather that his intentions are less than honourable.

This vampire king is slimy, and that fact makes Jaebeom angrier than he already is.

“Why the serious face? We will be a family soon, Jaebeom. And I'll be here to watch over your blossoming relationship with the Princess until the end.”

The King speaks in thinly veiled threats. Whether he’ll make good on those threats, Jaebeom isn’t sure. So, he airs on the side of caution and represses the scathing retort that threatens to slip from his lips. Instead, he shifts the conversation to you, hoping that the conversation will just be seen as a man attempting to learn more about his intended, and nothing else.

“I’m sure that you want to protect your niece, so I am confident in your watchful eye,” Jaebeom replies, internally scoffing. If the past week has taught him anything, it’s that you don’t need to be watched or protected, least of all by your uncle. If anything, Jaebeom is beginning to believe that you would flourish away from the restrictions of the palace, away from the scrutiny of royal life.

Just like him.

“I look forward to giving her hand to you,” King Jiho says, and the presumptuous undertone has Jaebeom’s fists clenching behind his back. The King is either ignorant or foolish to believe that you are his to give away, to use as a pawn in his scheming.

But is Jaebeom any better? He reminds himself that he’s doing the same; using you for his scheming. For his agenda.

For his father’s agenda.

The inkling of guilt that’s been developing over the past week is only intensified with the realization.

“Are you two especially close?” Jaebeom pushes a little, just to see what his response would be. The King’s eyes narrow, just slightly, before answering.

“She is my brother’s precious daughter,” he replies, and Jaebeom takes note of the way that his eyes flash with betrayal; with anger when he says precious daughter. “So of course, we are close. But, this conversation would probably be more conducive if we speak about the Princess when she is present. Perhaps, you both could join me for tea after your family arrives?”

Jaebeom immediately recognizes the invitation as another ploy for him to dig his nails into both you and himself; to grasp onto that control that he so desperately craves.

He’s a small, pathetic man, but Jaebeom nods anyway, and bows to feign respect.

“I’ll leave it to the Princess to accept that invitation,” he answers confidently.

Predictably so, the King’s brow twitches in irritation. How annoying it must be to allow you to make an autonomous decision. Now, Jaebeom understands why you possess such vitriol for him.

With that understanding, Jaebeom allows himself the luxury of giving the King a raised brow and a smug smirk. Then, he bows again. This time, he bends a full, mocking 90 degrees and walks away without another word, once again ignoring the guilt that continues to infect his mind.

And it works, for a time.

He speaks with his father an hour later, which refocuses him on his mission. He’s here to marry you. To gain access to vampire knowledge, previously inaccessible to humans since the war first began. He very well might be the first in four generations to have the opportunity to do so, and he knows that he cannot fail under any circumstances.

No matter how much the better part of his subconscious wants to.

But Jaebeom is beginning to realize that forgiveness and civility is a luxury that he will never have. Not when his mother’s mutilated body continues to haunt his dreams. Not when his father and his entire country is counting on him to end this war.

Permanently.

Yet, when he finally has a chance to sit in his chambers to write, he’s finding it harder than he anticipated.

This must be the thousandth military report that Jaebeom has written over the course of his life, but this one is slowly but surely becoming the most difficult.

His chambers are dark, save for the warm glow of the candles and the lamp in the corner of his desk. The quill in his left hand is wet with invisible ink, but the tip fails to make contact with the parchment.

Half of his report has been written, mostly concerning his own health and the structure of the vampire royals. Jaebeom details the layout of the palace in detail; from the courtyard and the gardens to the training grounds and the armoury. While his father is in Styria, such verbal conversations within the country could be dangerous. The nature of his true mission is contained to his father, Jinyoung, and himself. Youngjae doesn’t even know, and Jaebeom aims to keep it that way with these discrete, bi-weekly reports. He can’t trust anyone.

Especially, you and your face and your voice and your alluring, terrifyingly powerful magic.

Surely, his father would want the details of your power; strengths and weaknesses. He already knows that you can sense auras from approximately two meters away; he didn’t even have to try to get that piece of valuable information.

He sighs out, pressing his palms against his eyelids in exertion. He has to get into your good graces. To be a good husband. To act the part.

He must.

Jaebeom knows that you crave freedom. Autonomy. The ability to use magic without being terrified of scrutiny. He saw it with his own eyes. So, he’s going to give it to you.

At least, the idea of it.

The last subject that needs to be addressed is the vast repository of information that could be made available to him. After following you around the palace, he finally managed to get something that could prove fruitful.

The palace library.

There must have been hundreds and thousands of shelves filled to the brim with scrolls, books, and manuscripts, some of which had titles that he managed to recognize. The only difference is that those were first edition copies that date back to the times when the war had just started.

Not only were there works of literature that attracted him, but there were also pieces that detailed everything there is to know about vampire society and its vast history. Jaebeom was only able to take a brief glance, but he saw enough to understand the collection is an incredible find for their cause. It’s exactly what they’ve been looking for. The assortment could inform them of Styrian secrets that humans would never be able to get a hold of, until now.

All he needs to do is write that information down and give it to his father, but his hand fails to write them down at a normal speed.

There isn’t much time before the Alcasian’s reach the palace, so there isn’t a second to waste. But, his writing is almost lethargic; messy and unmotivated. On a surface level, he did what he had to do to get the information that he needed. But that doesn’t help the uncomfortable, nearly suffocating sensation that begins to bubble out from his chest and into his throat with each stroke of the quill. It’s almost as if he feels…

Shame?

No, he reminds himself, no.

He blinks rapidly before shaking his head to refocus.

Pressing the tip of the quill to the parchment, he continues to write, ignoring the gut-wrenching guilt that continues to fester in his mind.

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“Princess?”

“Mmhm?” you nod in the midst of your distraction, turning your head in the direction of the sound.

“I don’t know how to control the sparks,” a little dark-haired boy tells you, jutting his hands out with a flickering, uncontrolled flame in the centre. He pouts, and the endearing sight makes your chest swell.

Right. Your task at hand is this magic lesson to the freshly turned vampires. Freshly turned, meaning that they can handle their bloodthirsty impulses to be around the general public, but not in control of their magic to not pose some form of danger. Your father had organized a program specifically to integrate vampires turned as children, and you’ve been the head since he passed.

And unfortunately, more and more vampire children have been showing up lately. Most of them come from the border, where the fighting was the thickest and most prevalent.

“Here,” you start by placing your palms underneath his small hands, “You’re putting too much magic into your hands, and too much of it means that it’s hard to wield. Try to concentrate on it, sweetheart. It’s like squinting your eyes when you try to see anything far away.”

The little boy nods cutely, and the stray sprigs of his hair bounce with each movement of his head. It takes a second, but the wild sparks eventually calm down to a small, controlled flame in the center of his palms, flickering with warmth. The rest of the students gasp in awe, rushing towards the little boy in fascination.

However, the small flame only lasts for a couple of seconds before dissipating, the boy panting with exhaustion as his hands swing at his sides.

“That’s so hard, Princess!” he pouts, slumping onto the ground with the other children circling him.

“It’s supposed to be hard. You have to train for a long time to control it,” you explain, tone softening in an effort to not seem too imposing or strict.

“How long did it take you, Princess?” a little girl asks, blonde pigtails swinging as he turns her head in the direction of your voice.

“A long time,” you answer, pausing to demonstrate on a physical object. Your eyes dart around to spot an object; any object, before deciding on a lit column candle that rests on the candelabra across from you. With a practiced twist of your wrist, you carefully lift up the candle from the candelabra and bring it in front of your students.

“It took me a very long time to be able to lift something without flinging it across the room or crushing it,” you laugh, basking in the collective sounds of pure, childlike discovery. The mere awe in their voices nearly heals the restless, unrelenting anger that you’ve been experiencing as of late, courtesy of that damned human prince.

“What kind of magic do you have, Princess?” another child asks, peering up at you with wide eyes.

“Energy. Everything in the world has energy, living or not. So, I can move and control that energy around and manipulate objects and the space within it,” you state simply, albeit worried that the complexity of the information will go over their little heads. So, you begin to add to that explanation with simpler vocabulary. However, your mind gradually strays toward his human Highness and company, who are situated on the balcony above.

And the human Highness in question is currently venturing down the stairs to probably spark up some unwanted conversation, on your part.

You truly cannot escape him.

With an exasperated sigh, you walk over to deal with him, allowing the children to practice as planned.

“I am clearly busy, Your Highness,” you say to him, unimpressed. You would almost feel sorry for the tone that you’re taking with him, if it wasn’t for the fact that he stripped you of a responsibility that you greatly enjoyed. That, and the fact that he is the way that he is.

“Normally, a simple hello is customary when greeting someone,” he scowls, eyes sharpening in displeasure.

“I saw you three hours ago.”

He pauses to allow a small smirk to creep onto his face, manifesting into a slight quirk of his brow, “I cannot want a hello from my wife?”

You don’t bother to correct him this time around.

“I’m not entirely sure that you deserve a hello from me,” you give him a false, simpering smile instead. If you’ve learnt anything about him over the past month, it’s that he hates it when you take him down a peg. Or a couple of them, really.

“You just said it,” he responds matter-of-factly. His words almost make you physically recoil, and it seems that he’s noticed. The scowl from a couple of seconds ago is morphing into a smug smirk. Clearly, he’s pleased with the way that his wit caught you off guard.

“I believe that I’ve made it abundantly clear that I do not wish to see nor speak with you,” you sigh, much too preoccupied to entertain his teasing. You haven’t had any conversations of substance since what occurred last week, and you intend to keep it that way for as long as possible.

He should at least allow you to savour what’s left of your freedom before taking you away from your family.

So, you begin to turn away, spinning on the balls of your feet. Unfortunately, you only make it a couple of steps before you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist.

Despite the rough callouses, his touch is tender and warm; so warm…

“Your uncle has made it apparent to me that-”

You shake your head.

“My uncle,” you interrupt, yanking your wrist from his grip before glaring into those sharp eyes of his, “Can fuck off. And I recommend that you do the same.”

And with that, Jaebeom nearly recoils. You can see it. But then, his momentary surprise quickly disappears, replacing itself with the infuriatingly characteristic smirk that makes your entire body heat up.

“I believe that is the first time that I’ve ever heard you curse,” he almost smiles, stalking closer until he’s only an arm’s length away. Then, he leans in; just a bit, and his voice descends into a whisper, “Who knew that the Princess Regent would have such a filthy mouth?”

Your nostrils flare in irritation, and you’re hoping that it disguises the fluttering in the pit of your stomach after he implies that you have a filthy mouth…

“Fuck. Off,” you try to spit out the insult with a smile on your face, but you’re not entirely sure if it worked. Instead of dwelling on it though, you turn around and walk away, as if nothing riled up your temper. That was the plan at least, until you nearly ran over a pair of students in the process.

“Who’s that, Princess?” one of them asks, peeking to the side to catch a glimpse of him. They slowly waddle over to him until their brows furrow and their nose scrunches in disgust.

“Smells like a human,” they say, immediately retreating. An almost protective barrier is formed between yourself and Jaebeom, your students seemingly intent on shielding you from him.

“This is His Highness, Prince Jaebeom from the human lands. He’s my…” you trail off, trying to search for the right word to describe him. Enemy? Bane of your existence? Eternal annoyance?

“Intended. We’re getting married,” he answers for you instead, taking a single step forward before bowing to your students respectfully. Although there is a healthy distance between Jaebeom and the children, your students seem wary of his presence. That prediction of yours proves to be correct because the little boy with the fire magic leaves the protective huddle to say, “You’re not allowed to marry the Princess.”

Your jaw drops at his words. Part of you is impressed by his outspoken behaviour but the other half is mortified. If anyone else overheard, they would start to question your abilities as an educator and then your uncle will have you thrown off the project and-

“Sounds like I have some competition,” Jaebeom chuckles after laughing loudly, the bass-like sound almost echoing in the room. Then, he crouches down to ruffle the little boy’s hair, and the expression that he has on his face is…

Almost pleasant.

Almost.

Strangely, it’s enough to have you abide by whatever he wants to ask of you. So, you ask, “What is it that my uncle requested of me?”

Jaebeom’s eyes widen marginally, likely surprised by your compliance.

“The Alcasian’s are here. We are to meet them with you, at my side,” he answers, and you swallow at the way he emphasizes the last couple of words.

You, at my side.

You’re cautious, still, but you nod regardless. You need to meet the humans anyway, so why waste the chance at the protection of an escort?

Surely, this feeling is that. The need for an escort. It’s practical.

So, make your leave after waving for Corvus to supervise the children in your absence.

Jaebeom urges you away with a gentle hand on the base of your spine; it’s a habit that you’re beginning to notice from him. The familiar warmth of his palm seeps through the fabric of your dress. However, this time, you feel the sensation of his palm gliding across your lower back with a pressure that feels utterly illicit, and captures your attention with his opposite hand on your chin. With a slight crook of his knuckle, you meet the dark eyes that you’re begrudgingly accustomed to staring into.

“Just to let you know, I am not abiding by your uncle’s wishes,” he tells you softly, and your eyebrows raise in surprise and suspicion.

“It is at my command to have you on my arm when I greet my family, not King Jiho’s,” Jaebeom continues, and the tone that his voice takes is no longer playful. Not like before. He spits out your uncle’s name and title as if he possesses the same degree of venomous hate that you do. Then, he leans in for what seems to be a kiss, until he tilts his head towards your ear at the very last second.

“I want you at my side as my equal,” he whispers, and if you weren’t squeezing your fists together, you would surely gasp at his admission, “I want them to know who their future queen is.”

You’re unable to restrain the shock that you’re surely displaying all over your face. Your jaw is open, eyes wide. Realistically speaking, becoming Queen isn’t possible. Suho is next in line, not you. He might be the Crown Prince of his country, but you cannot rule his people either. You cannot live with him in Alsace; you’ll die the second you step foot in the light of the sun, out of the magic that shields Styria. However, the fact that he’s willing to give you that…

“I’m confused, I cannot be a queen, I-”

“Why are you so against the idea of it? Why do you constantly fight me? Once I marry you, I will give you the autonomy you desire. The freedom that you so desperately need. There will be peace. Isn’t that what you want?” Jaebeom asks, but freezes mid-sentence, likely realizing that it came out harsher than he intended.

“Of course, I want peace!” you nearly yell, pulling away from his touch, “But can’t you see? Marrying you will be the end of my freedom, and it’s presumptuous for you to believe that it’s something for you to give me. I’m not even able to attend council meetings anymore, courtesy of your ridiculous policies, need I remind you. I’ll be separated from my brother and my sister who need me. Once I marry you; once you attempt to control me… I cannot protect my people and my family from my uncle, and you’ll force me to-”

You cut yourself off, ashamed that you’ve revealed so much already.

“You should see your family yourself. Please give them my regards,” you finish, unable to fight any longer. You begin to walk away, but you should know better by now.

His Highness never allows you reprieve. He never allows you to simply walk away. He has to fight and argue and irritate and-

Your breath catches when you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist. But this time, there is no force. He doesn’t pull or jerk you towards him. Instead, he keeps his distance, save for the thumb that begins to rub warm, soothing circles on the inside of your wrist. Your skin suddenly feels sensitive, as if your skin is being pulled and drawn tighter with each second in his presence.

“Do you truly hold me in such low esteem?” his voice is soft, almost small, eyes seemingly on the cusp of tears.

You’re taken aback by the change in emotion, but actively choose to ignore the guilt that’s beginning to slice into you by replying, “You haven’t given me a reason to think otherwise.”

“Do you hate me that much? To the extent that you’re unwilling to give me a chance; to give us a chance?” he responds, and his usage of us makes your chest clench. He could be referring to his people; to humans as a whole, and part of you wants so desperately to believe that is true.

But your cursed mind wanders, betraying you by believing that he’s referring to your marriage. To whatever relationship that could come about from this absurd arrangement.

“I do hate you.”

A lie.

“Have you ever wanted to kill me?”

“Yes.”

Another lie.

His eyes narrow immediately, chin jutting out as it usually does when he becomes angry.

“Why is it that you continue to be a shit fucking liar?” he seethes, and you see red. You yank the hand that remains in his hand in an attempt to storm off, but his grip is too strong. Instead, he pulls you in with a force that leaves you dizzy. His eyes, concentrated and mesmerizingly dark, bore into yours with such intensity that you’re beginning to understand why your handmaidens became so afraid...

Terrified that this human prince would wring their necks.

“Look me in the eye and say that. Say that you hate me. Say that you want to kill me. Because if you actually wanted that, you would’ve done it already.”

Your body freezes at his accusation, magic beginning to slip through the cracks of your façade. Fists clenching, you try so desperately to rein it in.

“And what of you? Do you hate me? Do you want to kill me?” you challenge, barely able to get the words out without sounding shaky, “ You want revenge for the humans that we’ve killed, don’t you? I’m sure that bringing back the head of the Princess Regent would be a great fucking triumph. Oh, the sheer glory that you would bask in.”

Upon the assertion slipping from your lips, the greatsword strapped to his hip becomes glaringly apparent. He tugs, forcing you just a little bit closer. His brows furrow; out of frustration or anger or effort, you’re not sure, but the tension on his face eases as soon as it appears.

“I don’t want glory,” he breathes against you, “I just want this war to be finished.”

He sounds utterly wounded, as if pleading for his life. The desperation of his expression, the darkness of his eyes. You almost want to secede. So before you know it; before you’re even aware of how breathy and meek he’s made your voice, you say, “Your Highness, I-“

“I know that you do not want to marry me,” he pauses with a swallow, tightening his hold on your wrist, just barely, “Frankly, I do not want to marry you either. I do not take commands very well. I’m sure that you understand,” he continues, almost chuckling at his own misfortune.

“I also know that I cannot promise peace. I understand that. I apologize for antagonizing you but I am not going to apologize for those policies, because I truly believe that it's what's best for my people. I also cannot promise that I won’t continue to fight your backward and completely absurd vampire customs but I will promise you this,” his eyes soften exponentially, and the sight of it causes your breath to hitch, “I will not harm you. I will never force you to do anything. I promise that I will be a good husband to you. A good father, if you would bless me with children one day. I will remain faithful. I will not make you feel as if you have no say in this marriage. I know that my existence in your life would be but a fleeting memory but I will treat you well, and hope that those short memories in your long life will be your fondest.”

For the first time since meeting him, you’re speechless. You have nothing to say. Your mind is blank.

“I might be the biggest fool who ever lived to make grand promises to such a terrifying woman,” he smiles at you, and it’s as if heat is starting to bleed into your body, “I also won't lie and say that your magic isn't one of the most terrifying things that I've witnessed. But I am not afraid of you. I see you. So in fact, use your power all you want, I don’t care. And if that opinion makes me a fool, so be it.”

“Your Highness, I almost killed someone,” you counter, unable to believe that a human would be so unafraid when your fellow vampires are the direct opposite.

“But you didn’t,” he replies, and weirdly enough, it calms you. Perhaps, it's the way that his body language remains strong; he doesn't cower or waver from his position in front of you. His eye contact remains, inky pupils boring into your own as if he sees; truly sees, the being behind the title, the magic, and the fangs.

"You don't know me," you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop tears from welling up. "You don't know what I've done."

The slaughter after your turning. The inability to control your magic at the start of it all. The people that you've killed as a result.

He shakes his head, "You didn't hurt me. You could have, but you didn't. That's good enough if you ask me."

His words sink in, and suddenly, there’s nothing in the world that you can feel except for his distinct aura, warm, calm, and heart-achingly human.

“So, my only request is that you meet my family by my side, and for you to stop fighting me,” he pleads, and now, you’re starting to notice that you’ve subconsciously drifted even closer to his body during his speech.

"That's two requests, Your Highness," you joke in an attempt to seem unrattled, unsure of what to make of your turbulent emotions. You're predicting that he'll make another snide remark but instead, he remains serious.

“Please,” he adds before lifting your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. In an almost embarrassing fashion, your entire body ignites upon contact with his lips; it's as if your long-dead heart is actually beating in your chest. His plea sounds genuine, yet desperate and vulnerable. It’s unlike the prince that you first met. He’s almost...

Sincere, without the bravado of his teasing.

So much so, that you find yourself whispering a quiet yes.

And without another word, you loop your arm through his and tug him towards you. You press the side of your body against his, slotting together perfectly before walking towards the throne room, his family awaiting you both.

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the smut bundle

for when you want to get freaky, empty hands are recommended

CHAN - fuck me 5 senses? // cooking up a storm piece of cake // just another day at the dorms // in character // Christopher // preggo by chan

CHANGBIN - just another day at the dorms // home workouts

MINHO - how to tame a cat // just another day at the dorms // serum

HYUNJIN - afterparty // wanna bet? // keep me up // special birthday

HAN - just another day at the dorms // brr brr

FELIX - Articulate // fighting with Felix be like // just another day at the dorms

SEUNGMIN - just another day at the dorms

CROSSOVER - deceptive bonds (hyunjin, Felix) // 🫧🫧🫧 (Minho, hyunjin) // 3+1 (3racha)

JACKSON - acts of intimacy // backseat love

JUNGKOOK - on a drug case

TAEMIN - new heights // lazy Sunday // friendship service // bite me // first dates

EUN WOO - say please?

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Risk It All| Mark Tuan

Mafia!Mark x Reader, parents au! Word count: 5.612 Genre: angst, action. Warning: mention of crimes and violence, language. If you don't feel comfortable DON’T READ IT! Author: Maari Note: It’s been soooo long that I wrote for GOT7 and I’m very proud of this one🥺 i suggest to read while listening to risk it all by the vamps Request: Can i request maybe got7 mark mafia left you and your daughter because he knows they will use his family as a bait. You always go to the headquarter to convince haechan to come back to you daughter and your lives but he pushed you away. Until both of you being kidnapped and happy ending and he said sorry to both of you and hugged you both closely.

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It was a desperate night.

Y/N didn't know why little Gracie didn't sleep well, her 9-month-old daughter was restless that morning and there was no way to deny the reason for that, because she knew.

Gracie was used to sleeping lying on her father's belly, she loved the warmth of his arms and many times she calmed down just like that, not even with her mother. But that night her father wasn’t there.

In fact, he had been gone all day and as much as Y/N was distressed, she didn't have much to do. Mark never carried his phone when had to work, it was too dangerous, he'd always said, and she wouldn't be able to contact whoever was with him.

All she could do was wait and hope that everything was fine, still with a sinking heart.

She rocked her daughter in her arms as sang a song, hoping to make her sleep, she looked at the clock beside her bed and it read 3AM. She was tired, exhausted, not because she took care of her daughter but because she hated it when Mark left.

When Gracie finally fell asleep, completely surrendered to sleep, Y/N heard the house door slam and without a second thought, walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

She should have been relieved to see her husband there, but when she saw that he was looking forward to it, she was even more worried.

"Honey." she spoke softly and Mark turned to face her, his eyes red and his face visibly in pain.

He had cried.

Y/N saw Mark swallow hard, run a hand through his dark hair and run down the stairs without answering, she followed of course. She followed him to their room and when she got there, she saw Mark angrily pull the suitcase under the bed.

She was confused by her husband's haste and the sudden need to pack. Would they travel?

"What are you doing? Where we going?" she asked as watched him cry silently, going to the wardrobe and taking out the pieces in a random way to throw them in the suitcase without any care.

"I have to go." he replied quietly, not meeting her eyes.

Y/N kept her eyes on him, waiting for a complete answer, which didn't come.

"What?"

She watched him open the drawer and take out his gun, checked it was loaded, and tucked it into the waistband of his pants under the shirt.

"Leaving. I'm leaving." he spoke louder but his voice was not steady as usual, it was shaky and desperate.

Y/N felt her heart break completely, the cry already stuck in her throat.

It wasn't as if she'd ever thought about that moment, but since the birth of their daughter, he'd promised that things would be different.

"Then that's it? Are you just going to abandon your family with just two sentences?” she asked, hurt and held her daughter even tighter in her arms. "I think I deserve a better explanation than 'I'm leaving' in the middle of the night."

Y/N wanted to scream, shake her husband so he would talk but she knew if she did that it would scare Gracie and she didn't want that, she had taken so long to get her daughter to sleep and she didn't want to wake her up.

Mark stopped with his hands on top of the suitcase and took a deep breath, looked at Y/N and she raised her eyebrow, questioning him once more in silence. She hated being too hard on him, but there were times when she needed to be.

He approached cautiously and placed his hand on her arm, covered by the leather glove he wore, she didn't like it. She wanted to feel the texture of his palm against her arm to make sure everything was okay, that it would be okay.

"I love you both." he spoke, a softer tone and she bit her lip to keep from giving in too soon. “And it's because I love you so much that I need to get out of here as soon as possible to protect you. I already asked BamBam to come pick you up in the morning, he will keep both of you safe until I… sort out some problems.”

Y/N frowned. She'd never demanded any explanation about Mark's business because first, she didn't want to know and second, the less she knew the better. But knowing he was doing what his job demanded didn't make it any better.

In fact, she felt a shiver down her spine and it was from fear. Fear for her daughter, fear for her husband and for her.

If BamBam was involved, it meant Yugyeom and Jungkook were too. The whole group.

"I don’t want you to go." she admitted, feeling her eyes water and Mark looked at her in pain.

"Angel." his hand came up to her face and caressed the skin that was now wet from the tears that insisted on falling. “I would never forgive myself if they used you two to lure me. My family will not be made of bait.”

It was a promise, Y/N could hear the certainty in Mark's voice and she knew she would never be able to convince him otherwise.

“When will this end?” she asked, referring to the whole world he involved them in.

Mark moved closer to kiss her forehead and his lips lingered longer, making her close her eyes with what would probably be their last skin contact yet.

“I will come back to you, I promise."

[...]

Y/N was stubborn.

She had waited a week for Mark to sort out what he had to and she was very grateful to BamBam for the help he was giving but living locked up, or safe as he said, in a fortress with armed security and escape tunnels that were presented to her on the first day wasn’t what she had planned for her life and neither for Gracie's.

So, after 7 days, she decided that she would act. She was tired of seeing her family torn apart. Had she used her influence to force the keep's servants to do what she wanted? Probably, but it was the only weapon she had to find out where her husband was hiding and find a way to go there and convince him to come home, to return to his family.

Maybe she was too naive to think any of them wouldn’t tell BamBam that she'd left the keep without his permission or protection, but she wasn't going to back down now.

"Mark made me promise that I'd keep you two safe, Y/N." BamBam argued and she huffed.

“I'm sorry BamBam, but I didn't leave my house when I was pregnant to live with Mark to see my family separated by business that Gracie and I have absolutely nothing to do with!” she spoke louder, making the tall boy shut up. “Can't you see how Gracie misses her father?” she asked, seeing him falter. “There's nothing you can do to stop me, lock me in a room and I'll get out of there, and I'll go after Mark. Someone needs to convince him to come back, hiding is ridiculous and won't change a thing.”

Well, she'd been trying to find out where her husband was, following BamBam for the past few days in a taxi. She was almost there, she knew it.

BamBam took a deep breath, placing his hands on his hips.

“You will only leave here if you are escorted by Jungkook, he is the best hitman. If you go to Mark, you will need protection.”

Y/N smiled slightly, she could see that BamBam agreed with her.

"Deal." she replied, picking up her bag from the bed and getting ready to leave her room, but he stopped her.

"Where are you going?"

“See my husband.” she spoke in an obvious tone. "You can let Jungkook know that I'll be in the garage waiting."

Y/N left the room without a response from BamBam. She was certain that if there was anyone who could convince Mark to come back, it was her. And she wouldn't give up so easily.

On the way, she stopped in the room where Gracie was with the housekeeper of the fortress, said goodbye to her daughter with a long hug and asked the woman to take care of her daughter until she returned. She wouldn't take Gracie because she knew Mark wouldn't accept it and agreed, putting her daughter in danger was the last thing she wanted.

She waited for Jungkook and saw him smile in amusement as approached her, it was as if he knew she would act like that.

He directed her to the black 4x4 truck and she got in feeling her hands sweat, was anxious because she would finally see her husband again.

She then remembered the first time this had happened, how she had met him.

One of her friends was going out with Yugyeom and invited her to go to a nightclub, it was Friday and the place was full. It was poorly lit but that didn't stop her from noticing how handsome he was. At the time Mark had blonde hair and didn't even have tattoos, when she thought of that night a silly smile played on her lips every time. He was so young compared to the present day, much quieter, but the serious way he was accompanied by such a delicious laugh captivated her that very night.

Well of course the friend had introduced Y/N because she was single and about to start college, it should have been just one night. A fun night for both of them that didn't end until the morning, but Mark had been so kind and considerate, he'd made sure to save her number and hang out with her more often.

At that time, she didn't know what so much mystery meant but it didn't matter because she fell in love so fast that she ended up sleeping with him every other time they went out. But the intimacy they created went far beyond the nights of pleasure. Mark talked about silly dreams, about how he missed his family in California and how his life would have been different if he hadn't crossed the world.

He shared secrets with her, and she did exactly the same.

That's when she found out she was pregnant, midway through her college semester. All she did was run up to him and tell him, expecting a completely negative reaction from him, it was the exact opposite.

Mark was thrilled, ecstatic, assured that he would give her a home and take care of the baby together. She then moved into his house ready to spend the rest of her life by his side, and with them she ended up discovering what Mark really did.

He'd introduced himself as a businessman, and business involved cars. At first she'd assumed he'd been involved in racing, it was illegal of course but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing no teenager hadn't fantasized about.

However, Mark received large amounts of money in just one night and she started to find it suspicious. It was then that the couple's first fight happened, when Y/N demanded that he tell everything, without hiding anything or else she would leave and he would never know what his daughter would be like.

He gave in and told. Mark also participated in races, but he worked for a powerful man in the city, taking the risk of taking goods across the border with other cities or else sometimes crossing the country. He only had one goal, never to get caught, and he was very good at it. But that also left him at the mercy of his boss.

Yes, Mark was part of a mob.

It came as a shock to her, obviously, but that didn't change things because she loved Mark and had promised to be on his side. She understood that the boy had been alone too long in a foreign country and that had led him to do things that he had no control over later.

When Mark took her to live with him, she made it clear that she too would live in the shadows like him and she accepted, dropped out of college and didn't contact any friends who could find out where she was. Because she was sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and the baby growing in her womb. He never changed who he was with her, he was still the same attentive and kind boy, although over time he got more serious.

He was still the same Mark.

She thought about the day he would get out of this life, even though she knew there was only one way.

"I'll come in with you so he doesn't freak out so much." Jungkook warned before they got out of the car.

Y/N agreed, of course, and looked around. She didn't know if all the mafias had strongholds like that but she imagined that there was the “headquarters”.

A building with a huge garage, from a distance it looked like a factory like all the others in the city.

She squeezed her bag even tighter as they approached the entrance, Jungkook went ahead and greeted everyone who was there, while she watched the parked cars that were supposed to be used for work. They went to the second floor and he knocked three times on the last door in the hallway, hearing a ‘come in' the boy looked at Y/N as if asking if she was okay, who nodded in agreement.

He opened the door and made room for her to go first, cautiously doing so and surveying the room.

A simple room without any decoration, well lit and with a huge window that had an outside staircase, strategic for those who wanted to escape from there faster than going through the garage.

It was a cold environment, it could never be considered a home and she much less would imagine Mark spending time there alone.

"What do you do here?" she looked to the side and saw her husband standing there.

She took a deep breath, she had missed his voice so much and even though it was carrying a serious tone, she smiled at the sound of it.

“I came to see my husband.” she replied firmly.

"Jungkook, I told you-" Mark took a step forward, looking at the boy behind Y/N.

He was angry, of course.

"It wasn't his fault." she interrupted him, causing him to stare at her. "I didn't give anyone a choice, I was determined to come even if it was alone."

"You wouldn't dare." he chuckled humorlessly and she raised an eyebrow, cocking her head as if she questioned him.

Mark didn't say anything, scratching the back of his head and Y/N kept silent.

"I'll stay outside, you must have a lot to talk about." Jungkook warned before leaving, slamming the door shortly after.

And they really did.

"You need to get out of here." Mark went to her and gently took her arm, anticipating what her husband would do, she placed a hand on his chest to make him stop.

"I won't go without you." she spoke decisively, feeling his heart beat too fast against her palm.

He sighed.

"You don’t understand." he shook his head in disbelief.

"Because don't you explain to me!" she spoke louder, showing all her frustration. Mark looked at her guiltily. “It's been almost 3 weeks since you left home. I want my husband back.”

“I can't, Y/N! Please don’t insist." he practically pleaded and she laughed, without humor.

"You want me to live in BamBam's house forever?" she could no longer control the tone of her voice that rose with every word. “Is that your plan? Leave me and Gracie locked up until she turns 40?”

“Damn it, Y/N!” he dropped her, pulled away and ran his hands through his hair, visibly frustrated.

He wasn't the only one in that room feeling that way.

“This here.” He lifted his arm, exposing the tattoo on his biceps. “It's my curse. I will have to carry this with me for the rest of my life, not because it is marked on my skin but in who I am!”

She glared at the word truth with resentment. It was the tattoo Mark had gotten together with Yugyeom, BamBam and Jungkook to symbolize joining the mafia.

And it didn't matter if he covered it up or simply took it off, it would never erase how much his life had changed since then.

She wanted to say that she loved every bit of him, every wrong choice that made him who he was, and Mark knew it. However she was so hurt that she couldn't.

Was it too much to ask to have a normal life with her family?

“Go away, Y/N, please. It's too dangerous for you to stay here, if anyone sees you…” He closed his eyes for a moment and she understood everything.

She bit her lip to hold back the urge to cry and nodded, resting her hand on the doorknob as she took one last look at him.

The exchange of looks between the two meant it all, they didn't need words. She knew he was doing this to protect her and protect Gracie, she could see how hard it was for him to tell her to go.

But it wasn't easy for her either.

Y/N opened the door and in a surge of courage and anger, spoke before slamming the door.

“Oh and if you think I'm going to stop seeing my husband because a bunch of mobsters are pissed off, you’re wrong. I will come every day until you return to your family.”

[...]

Y/N had meant it when she'd told Mark that she would come every day to see him.

She went, with Jungkook escorting her as BamBam had said, but there she was. Every day in the early afternoon, when the Mafia headquarters was practically empty.

For the first few days, Mark locked the bedroom door in a failed attempt to get her to leave. Of course she didn't give up so easily, she sat on the floor in front of the door and started talking about Gracie, after the third attempt, Mark gave up and opened the door for her.

He was about to give in, she could see that, although she didn't stay more than 20 minutes there because she couldn't push her luck and because Jungkook had more to do, she knew her husband like the back of her hand. He was considering going home, he was finally listening to her.

But that day was being unusual.

Jungkook was on a "mission" and hadn't arrived in time to escort her, BamBam's fortress seemed agitated and he himself had left early and hadn't even had time to talk to Y/N.

And Gracie looked as agitated as everyone else, the daughter kept running around the garden and Y/N was starting to get really tired because the housekeeper wasn't free to help look at the girl.

So, seeing that her daughter was probably just as tired of being there as she was, she decided to go with Gracie to the mall downtown. As BamBam's driver wasn’t there, she decided to take a taxi.

Gracie looked happier seeing the scenery outside the taxi window and Y/N was feeling a different kind of butterflies in her stomach, she guessed it was the false sense of freedom and nostalgia hit her.

She would give anything to live this moment with Mark. Just the 3 of them, as it should be.

She took a deep breath as the car pulled up in front of the mall, took the amount and paid the driver, then got out and helped Gracie out of the car.

She held her daughter in her arms, arranging her bags on the shoulder, and took a step into the mall, but didn't quite make it.

“Y/N!” she heard Mark's voice calling to her in the distance and turned around, thinking she was hallucinating.

But seeing the figure of her husband approaching in a hurry, she knew it was real.

"Daddy!" Gracie screamed, fidgeting tirelessly on her mother's lap in a clear sign that she wanted to go to him.

Mark approached and took his daughter from Y/N's lap, the two collided in a strong hug, he closed his eyes and smiled. Y/N didn't want to cry at the scene but she was thrilled, though confused that her husband was there.

“My love, I missed you so much!” Mark spoke to his daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek afterwards.

When he opened his eyes, Y/N was still staring at him and he adjusted Gracie into his arms.

"What do you do here?" she asked suspiciously.

Mark wasn't going to walk around the mall like she'd intended.

“I saw that you left the fortress so I thought-”

"Wait." Y/N raised a hand to stop him. "How do you know that?"

“How do you think?” he asked, looking at her suggestively. “I have access to the security cameras at BamBam's fortress.

Y/N opened her mouth, surprised and somewhat offended.

“Are you watching us?” she asked in disbelief.

“It was the only way.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and she laughed bitterly.

Y/N took Gracie from Mark's lap, the daughter left without understanding, and turned her back on her husband and walked back to the mall entrance.

"I can’t believe that!"

“Y/N.” she felt him start to walk behind her.

"No, Mark." she stopped where she was, turning to look at him completely hurt. "Do you have time to watch your family on camera but no time to go home?" she questioned and started to walk again but Mark held her arm, preventing her.

"I needed to see you guys without putting your lives at risk, don't you understand?"

"No!" she spoke louder, feeling like crying. “I don't know why you're doing these things. You don't tell me!”

Mark was one step away from giving it all up, from giving in, Y/N could see it in his eyes and all she wanted was a decent explanation whatever it was, they could handle it together.

They were weaker apart, together they could overcome the world. That's always how it felt.

Mark opened his mouth to reply but a loud screeching of fast tires against the asphalt caught their attention. A black van quickly approached the sidewalk where they were and before it even came to a complete stop, 3 covered men got out of it. And armed.

Mark's first reaction was to put himself in front of the family, protecting them while Y/N got behind him and hugged Gracie even tighter.

“Get in the car, now!” one of them did and Mark put his hand to his waist.

"Don't even think about it, smart-ass." the second spoke and approached Y/N, putting the gun to her head. "Or else it's not in the van you're going to."

Y/N swallowed hard, with teary eyes controlling the urge to cry.

Mark raised his hands up in surrender and one of them dragged him towards the van, another did the same with Y/N who just followed in silence and brought Gracie's head closer in an attempt to make her not see the scene.

But when they got into the van, being dumped there, the three had their heads covered by a black cloth and none of them could see where they were going, they just felt the car start quickly.

Y/N squeezed Gracie more and more against her body in an attempt to calm her down, in vain of course. She didn't know where they were going or how much time had passed, but when the van came to an abrupt stop, she felt strong and not at all careful hands drag her out of the vehicle.

Her rational side overrode whatever fear she was feeling at that moment, all she knew was that she needed to obey and be quiet, any attempt to try to get out of there would be dangerous for everyone, especially Gracie.

She thought of her daughter first, needed to keep her safe.

They walked for a while and suddenly she was thrown to the floor, ended up hitting her left shoulder on the floor and locked her jaw with the impact and pain then she awkwardly arranged herself on the floor with her daughter still on her lap and they took the cloth from her head, she looked at the guy in front of her, he was smiling evilly and she shivered, lowering her head and saw that they had done the same thing to Mark who was lying next to her. The men left the room, closing the door with a thud so loud it startled Gracie, who started crying instantly.

Y/N took the cloth off her head and hugged her daughter tightly, stroking her hair.

“It's okay, baby. Mom is here.” she was trying to be strong enough that her daughter wasn't more afraid than she probably was, but she was just as desperate as Gracie.

Her hands were shaking and she felt her blood run cold. She wasn't enjoying this at all.

Y/N saw Mark approach and looked at him, the exchange of looks was intense and both came to the same conclusion silently. They would protect their daughter, no matter what.

He reached out to hold his daughter and Y/N relented, handing her to him.

Mark hugged her and started talking to her as he got up, Y/N took her hand to her shoulder and felt a twinge, she looked down to face and saw that the bone seemed out of place, that explained the pain she was feeling but it was completely irrelevant at the moment.

She looked at Mark and he was rocking from side to side with his cheek against Gracie's cheek to calm her down. Y/N would have smiled at the scene if circumstances were different.

In a short time, which seemed like an eternity to both of them, Gracie fell asleep in Mark's arms. He sat on the floor next to his wife, careful not to wake his daughter, and looked at Y/N with a guilty eye.

"How are you?" he asked quietly, trying to analyze her up and down and stopped his eyes on her hand that was on her shoulder.

“I think I shifted.” replied, swallowing hard once more.

"Pardon me." he spoke suddenly and she frowned. “I put you at risk. What I feared most happened and it's my fault."

Y/N didn't know what to say, so she turned her body around until she was facing him and placed a hand on his cheek.

“None of that matters now, Mark. We just need to get out of here.”

"I tried to leave." he admitted and she stared at him confused. “I told them I wanted to go out, take care of my family and my future, since Gracie was born I realized that I don't belong in this life anymore.” he smiled sadly. “But more dangerous people ended up finding out and Yugyeom warned me that you two were in danger, he heard that the guys were planning to use my family as bait to get me to start working for rivals, they had already found out where we lived, it was just only a matter of time until…” Mark couldn't finish and Y/N wiped the tears that flowed.

"It's okay, Mark."

“No, Y/N. If I hadn't followed you, they would never have appeared.”

"Hey, look at me." she asked kindly and he did. “It makes no difference whose fault it is, if it's yours, mine. We'll get out of here, the three of us. Together."

Mark smiled and nodded, Y/N came over to touch their foreheads and closed her eyes for a moment.

She didn't know where that lucidity, that strength was coming from, but completely believed what she had said.

And more than ever, she'd been happy to know that Mark was thinking of a different future for the family they'd built, that he no longer wanted to be a part of that dangerous life.

Even though the way he'd done it all had been a little messed up, all he thought about was her and Gracie's safety. He'd sacrificed himself so they were protected and she couldn't see anything but a gesture of love.

When she moved away, laid her head on Mark's shoulder and felt him put an arm around her waist, she took the opportunity to gently hug Gracie without waking her up and they stayed there like that while they both thought of a way out of that situation.

She was sure Mark would do anything to get them out of there safely, even if it meant his own sacrifice and she couldn't think of anything to change that, but the only thing she knew was that she would fight. For him and for Gracie.

Y/N knew that at some point people would miss her and her daughter, someone on the street from the mall must have seen what had happened in broad daylight, that's when she remembered that the bags weren't with her anymore since she walked in in the van.

If they fell on the street, it was their chance that BamBam, Yugyeom or even Jungkook would understand what had happened.

She clung to that sliver of hope, hoping that Mark's friends would get to them in time.

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed outside and Mark stiffened, silently the two looked at the door as if they could see through it what was happening.

When voices were heard, he stood up and Y/N did the same, now facing him as if waiting for an answer. Mark held Gracie up to her and when she held her daughter who was still sound asleep, he faced her.

Has the time come then?

"Stay behind me." he asked very quietly and she agreed, doing as he said. "No matter what happens, don't try to come after me."

Wait, what?

Y/N wanted to ask what he meant by that but a bang against the door made her jump and Gracie started to wake up, she brought her daughter closer as she heard footsteps.

Feeling her heart practically jump out of her mouth, the door was opened and a light got in her way of watching the figure that was standing, all she saw was a gun.

"You two never learn, do you." she knew that voice… Y/N squinted and could see BamBam's thin silhouette.

She sighed at the playful smile and relief washed over her.

"I never thought I'd be so happy to look at that face of yours." Mark spoke and Y/N laughed. She couldn't disagree.

“You can thank me later.” The friend replied and Mark approached to shake his hand, in clear thanks.

“Thank us, right?” Yugyeom's voice came out of nowhere. “Or did you forget that I was the one who took down the guy who was hanging you?”

"He wasn't hanging me." BamBam defended himself.

"No, he was choking you so hard your face was turning as purple as the suit you're wearing." Jungkook appeared, only his head showing between Yugyeom and BamBam's figure.

“Two ingrates.” BamBam complained.

"Can we go out?" Mark questioned and the three looked at each other.

"We just need to… clean up the mess." Yugyeom replied and Y/N felt all eyes on her.

All right, she understood what they meant and stood where she was, waiting.

The 3 left and Mark turned to face his wife.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.

Y/N smiled weakly and nodded.

“Ready to go home.” she replied and Mark raised his hand to stroke Gracie's sleeping head.

"I meant your shoulder."

She didn't even remember it anymore, maybe the adrenaline of being kidnapped had made her forget about the pain.

"I've been through worse." she shrugged and felt his hand caress her cheek slowly, she had missed the texture of his skin so much. “Being apart from you, for example.”

Mark smiled, showing all his perfect teeth.

"This will not happen again." he assured and she looked at him suspiciously.

"Aren't you going to live in the mafia headquarters?"

"No."

“And not even watching me and Gracie through BamBam’s cameras?”

"No." he answered with certainty and she smiled. “I'm sorry about everything. If I left, it was to protect you two. I would lose everything, I would risk everything for you. You are the most important things in my life and I can't live without you two anymore, I missed every detail.”

"I know, babe."

And she knew, she understood his motives. Because if she were in his shoes, she would do the same thing.

Mark then moved closer, wrapping them both in a hug tight and long-awaited by both. Even if it wasn't enough and in the wrong place, it wasn't where he wanted to be with his wife in his arms, it wasn't where he wanted to see his daughter sleep.

However, everything he needed most was there.

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