#got7 youngjae au

[markie-baby]

POV: on a date with Markie bae 💕✨️

[spacequokka]

YJ.one

Prompt: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Youngjae and the mystery woman forgot you were there. They had to. It’s the only way to explain their long-ass conversation where you stood awkwardly off to the side with shopping bags, waiting for your best friend to come back.

Had he expected you to go on to the car and wait there? Another wave of anger shot through your veins and you tightened your grip on the handles. How could you possibly do that when he had the car keys in his hand? You weren’t mad that they were talking. In fact, you were happy for him. So fucking thrilled—the bags weren’t light! For fuck’s sake, your fingers were getting numb. If you lost a finger because he spent an ungodly amount of time letting Miss Priss flaunt her fake tits in his face—

“_____!” He finally turned back to you with a huge, satisfied grin.

“Yeah, whatever.” You spun on your heel as you rolled your eyes. “Let’s go, Jae.”

He jogged to catch up with you. “Why do you have more bags than me? Here. Gimme—”

You twisted away, holding the bags out of reach. “Nope. I got it, Lover Boy.”

His stunned silence spoke volumes, but you didn’t care. By the time you’d gotten to his car, the light bulb in his brain had finally flickered on. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Of what?” You scoffed as you shoved the bags into the trunk. “Friends don’t get jealous.”

He caught your wrist and clasped it until you looked him in the eyes. “No, they don’t.” His thumb rubbed your skin lightly. “But just in case it needs to be said, I only have room for you in my heart.”

[missgineaus]

but here's some got7 hp/hogwarts headcanons:

jaebum

gryffindor | 7th year prefect

best subject: care of magical creatures

looks like he should be attending durmstrang instead but is the softest for the first years actually

is only supposed to have one cat on hogwarts grounds but ahahahaha 😉

animals love jaebum ok they love him like unicorns just walk up to him and chew on his hair

jinyoung says that's why he's prematurely balding lol

"maybe" blew up his feather in his first transfiguration class lol

jinyoung

ravenclaw | 6th year prefect

best subject: arithmancy

whoever said ravenclaws were weak clearly never met jinyoung

some say if you take his™ study table in the library, you'll be fed to the merpeople in the lake

it's leviOsa not leviosA

one time jinyoung forgot his outer robe in ravenclaw tower and made everyone on the moving staircase trip cuz of his peach 🍑

probably has discussions on magical theory with professors

mark

hufflepuff | 7th year prefect

he’s a nice fuck boy ok lol

best subject: defense against the dark arts

is really cute and people mistake him for a 4th year often even though he's one of the oldest 7th years

can kick your ass in a duel (competitive af man)

no really so competitive that sparks will fly from his wand when he’s incensed

no one paid attention to him until he dyed his hair blonde once in 4th year and um wow yeah now everyone knows who he is lol

spins his wand in his hand like one spins a dagger and it's the hottest thing wtf

amazing with non verbal spell work -all his spells are probably non verbal actually

people hate that cuz they never know what he uses agains them in a duel and they lose

jackson

slytherin | 7th year head boy

best subject: charms -

In A Different Game

RICH IN MY A M B I T I O N

knows everybody, if you think jackson doesn't know you ❌wrong❌ he does

is really silly and is the first person to laugh at himself and is actually a really good head boy because he's not intimidating and the younger years feel safe and laugh around him

doesn't change the fact he's smart

people really forget he's smart even tho he's head boy it's a little ridiculous

both his parents are charmsmaters and he wants to be one too

can always find him in the kitchens eating organic -house elves love him ok

youngjae

gryffindor | 6th year

best subject: herbology

can sing plants into bloom

the only person the mandrakes probably don't scream at lol

holds tutoring sessions for herbology in one of the greenhouses wow he's so nice

bambam swears the stars shine on youngjae during astronomy class

will steal your treacle tart

literally right off your plate

is probably a really go0d beater even tho he’s not on the quidditch team

in the frog choir

made jaebum also join the frog choir haha

probably interns at the infirmary cuz he wants to a healer or at least going into healing herbology

has a tattoo of a plant but no one has ever seen the whole thing

bambam

gryffindor | 5th year

best subject: transfiguration

has quick fashion fixes using his transfiguration skills

has turned yugyeom into a frog at least once

yugyeom thought it was cool

jinyoung did not

one time he and mark sneaked out to get some snacks at hogsmeade and would have gotten caught by a professor patrolling the corridors if bambam didn't transfigure them into intricate tapestries

seriously the detail in his transfigurations are no joke

has a scrapbook of magical and non magical photos of him and his friends more heavily warded than the trunk with his designer clothes

professors really like him lol

yugyeom

ravenclaw | 5th year

best subject: potions

the one subject he's naturally better at than jinyoung but jinyoung will never admit this

tried to fight the giant squid

probably brewed amortentia and made people smell it and found out half the schools crushes

has a secret magical dandelion tattoo that changes colors

says every potion is EEEEEEASYYYY

probably actually likes the history of magic - like spews the most randomest facts at inconvenient times it’s so annoying lol

...and because im a markson ho i gotta include them is this au right haha here's some additional markson/gen js hcs!

markson

probably like the loudest couple theyre always yelling and laughing -theyre too cute tho so its hard telling them to shut up

jackson sometimes uses his headboy status to excuse his class tardiness and why he’s so out in the corridors late at night to walk mark to class and back to the hufflepuff common room

actually since hes head boy and has a room to himself, mark and the rest of their friends probably crash in jacksons room at least 3/7 days lol

actually now that we’re on jackson -everyone forgets he’s a slytherin cuz they think he’s too nice for his house

and he’s not fake nice he’s actually sincerely kind

but his drive and will to succeed at what he wants is unparalleled (PLAY JACKSON'S ENTIRE DISCOGRAPHY COME ON)

he sleeps the least out of his friends cuz hes always studying or practicing spell work or wand movements or reviewing notes

some of the first years think jackson a slytherin cuz his robes changed to a green color cuz he eats so much vegetables and drinks so much green tea LOL

original twitter thread | originally posted 18 feb 2019

[fandomnovella-blog]

Your Crush: Park Jinyoung

“So… Y/N, truth or dare”

You and some of your friends were having a sleepover! It was fun! And everyone was in a comfy mess of giggles and pillows you hesitated, telling the truth seemed easier but at what cost? A dare…well, the possibilities were kinda endless,

“Truth!” You said confidently,

Your friend thought carefully,

“Ok so, who do you think is the most attractive person in school and why?”

You blushed furiously, you hadn’t told this to anyone and was seriously debating lying but, rules are rules

“Ummm if I had to pick…I’d say…Jinyoung?” You blushed again burying your face in your hands! Your friends all gasped and grinned and immediately asked you what you liked about him,

“Ummmm well, I think he’s really sweet!” You said quietly

“He doesn’t really talk much though!” One of your friends said

“I know but when he does he knows what he wants to say! And he doesn’t joke as much as the other people in school, I think he’s quite a gentle genuine soul, it’s nice being around him. He’s so handsome and he has a beautiful voice! ” There was no shame in liking him and you were sure that your friends would keep it to themselves right?

You found out soon that this was as much of a fantasy as a fairy story.

A few days later you were walking down the school hall and you saw one of your friends talking to…oh no…JINYOUNG!!! You tried for the rest of the day to not

think about it, but that was like trying not to imagine purple elephant with blue spots, your mind was hyper-focused on what your friend had said to Jinyoung that day. Everywhere you turned, you seemed to bump into him, and he always seemed to be around the corner . At lunch, you ran into the bathroom, into a stall and breathed heavily into your hands, trying to calm yourself down, does she like him too? Does he like her? DID SHE TELL HIM ABOUT HER CRUSH?! You shook your head furiously! No…no! You were being silly, why worry about it! You can’t take it back now so whatever happens will happen right? You couldn’t control it and if he asked you about it…you swallowed hard, you’d be honest! There wasn’t much else you could do! Straightening up, you walked slowly into your next class.

“We’ll be pairing you up for a small in-class assignment today” said the art teacher, you need to work together to create the picture using clay!” She began handing out the terracotta coloured cubes to the class, and allocating pairs “Luke, pair up with Laila over there! Jessy go sit next to Carmen!” At this point you had shut your eyes tightly and had every finger crossed; praying to every deity that you knew “Please don’t sit him next to me please!!” You heard the scrape of a stool next to you and gulped hard. There was silence next to you, slowly, you opened your eyes and turned… there sat next to you holding the cube of clay in one hand and a second apron in the other, was none other than Park Jinyoung.

“Hey…um…are you ok?”

“Yeah” you squeaked in a tiny voice once you remembered how to breathe

“You sure? You had your eyes shut really tight! Are you in pain?”

“No no not at all!” You shook your head quickly trying to act nonchalant

“Ok..so…shall we get started?”

He placed the clay down along with some carving tools and you both set to work. In silence. I mean what could you say to each other?! This was so embarrassing! Until…

“Hey Y/N I wanted to talk to you about-“

but he never got he chance to finish what he was saying! The pressure of the whole day was weighing on you, and you were desperate to say something! And so it all slipped out!

“Yeah I said I liked you! It’s true! I do I really like you! But I wasn’t planning on telling you like this! But then maybe I wasn’t gonna tell you at all it’s just I know you heard stuff and so I might as well come out and say it right? And I’d rather you hear it from me because I do like you! It’s not a big deal! I shouldn’t be ashamed of that right?” You finished, panting and blowing like you had run the marathon everything in your mind just couldn’t hold it in anymore but the relief of the confession was short lived. The mounting embarrassment only grew as you realised you had just blurted out a confession! You just babbled in front of Jinyoung about how you liked him!

“Um, that wasn’t what I was going to say,” said Jinyoung a little flabbergasted “I was going to say I wanted to talk to you about the history homework but this must have been on your mind!”

Your whole body stiffened and a huge tsunami of shame washed over you. Once again you put your head in your hands. You just wished the ground would swallow you up! Until you heard a chuckle coming from next to you! Was he laughing? There was nothing to laugh about in your mind! But then, you heard a soft voice by your ear

“ You’re cute when you blush! Did you know that? It’s ok I like you too!”

[winter-dayz]

Consequences of a Spellbook

Pairing: Choi Youngjae x Reader Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst Words: 1254

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“What do you mean no?” He gaped, disappointed and a little surprised at her outright refusal. “You won’t teach me? Why not?” He pouted at the stranger before him.

“I’m not a teacher, that’s why.” She said, baffled at his exasperation. She had never met someone so interested in magic before, but she simply was not prepared or qualified to teach someone else the ways of magic. Especially not someone with absolutely no prior knowledge—which he very obviously did not have.

“But… I returned your spellbook to you, so technically you owe me one right? And I think the fact that I was able to find you at all shows that I am very determined. I mean, rifling through your spells for any obvious signs of the owner of the book was quite challenging, but I did it.” He rambled, hoping that in his rapid pleading she would give in.

“Wait– You read my spells?” She asked with a tilt of her head and eyes narrowed at the still-nameless boy outside her door.

“Um…Yes? Should I not have? I didn’t know they were private, and I figured the book was rather important.”

“That’s–” She shook her head, surprised, “No, I meant you were able to read them?” She blinked several times, and he suddenly realized that it wasn’t that he was not allowed to read them but that he likely shouldn’t have been able to at all. He only nodded slowly in response. She blew out a heavy breath and then stepped aside. “Alright, come in then.”

🎃

“When are you going to teach me how to actually cast spells?” He asked. Youngjae was a pretty decent student. He was quiet, incredibly interested, and attentive, and he actually asked questions if he needed to. But at that moment, Y/N wished he didn’t question at all.

“When you understand the importance and the history of it. If you don’t like my methods then you can find someone else.” She responded, though without any heat. She knew he wouldn’t; she simply wanted him to be patient. “You have to understand that magic isn’t all good and fun… It can be incredibly finicky or specific, and it always has consequences.”

“I was just curious… I was worried you were trying to wait me out until I eventually just left.” He shrugged, doodling in his own journal. Y/N had not advised him to buy a journal or anything, that was all him and his excitement. She was rather impressed at his diligence as a student.

“We’ll get there soon, don’t worry.” He tilted his head with an excited, but close-lipped, smile. She often likened him to a puppy, and mannerisms like that only furthered that belief.

🎃

Youngjae's eagerness didn't wane. He continued to absorb every piece of magical knowledge Y/N provided, but a subtle tension lingered in the air. While appreciating Youngjae's dedication, she was concerned that he didn’t really believe what she had warned him about.

One evening, as they delved into the intricacies of potion-making, Youngjae hesitated before asking, "Is there something you're not telling me?"

“What do you mean? What’s going on?” She eyed him and turned her attention away from the spellbook to inspect his features.

“I… I can’t seem to sleep at night. My head is constantly filled with voices, but I can hardly ever tell what they’re saying or who they are. I thought I’d been cursed, but none of the curses you taught me matched what’s going on.” His eyes met hers, and she could see the toll it was taking on him. His eyes were tired; his skin paler than normal.

“Magic is a powerful force, and with power comes responsibility. There are aspects of it that are not meant to be taken lightly. It's not all just about casting spells and creating wonders. I told you that it has consequences.” She stated, though she did feel bad for the man across from her. He didn’t deserve what he was going through, but if he could persevere then he’d be a stronger witch… a stronger person, for it.

Youngjae sensed her reluctance but pressed on, "You said that before, but what does that mean?"

Y/N's glanced away before meeting his eyes again carefully, a mixture of sadness and apprehension in them. "Every spell, every incantation, leaves an imprint. The more you delve into magic, the more it becomes a part of you, and you become a part of it. It's not always a benevolent force."

As the days passed, Youngjae's enthusiasm met with the harsh reality—unexpected side effects, uncontrolled reactions, and an unsettling connection to the mystical energies he sought to master.

One fateful night, after a particularly intense magical session, Youngjae found himself unable to sleep. His mind was filled with visions and echoes of the arcane. He sought solace in his journal, scribbling down his fears and uncertainties. The pages quickly filled with bold, dark, basically incoherent scribbles.

🎃

As Youngjae's nights became more restless, his condition worsened. The voices in his head grew louder, the arcane echoes more chaotic, and his once bright eyes now held a haunted look. Y/N, tormented by guilt, intensified her efforts to find a solution.

Youngjae collapsed in exhaustion one night in the middle of reading an old text, trying to find information on how to lessen the symptoms of his condition. She watched helplessly as he clutched his head, sweat glistening on his pale, clammy skin. The once-promising student now seemed like a mere shell of himself.

"I can't take it anymore," Youngjae whispered, his voice a fragile echo. "I just wanted to learn magic, to be like you. I never signed up for this."

"I never wanted this for you, Youngjae. I thought I could guide you, but I didn't anticipate the extent of the consequences. I should have anticipated this and tried to find you a better teacher when you first asked me to teach you." She watched him with tears in her eyes.

"Is there no way to fix this? Can't you do something? Anything?"

"I don't know. Magic is unpredictable, and the effects are not always reversible. I should have been more cautious, more aware of the risks. I– I’m so sorry, Youngjae." She sighed and brought over a cold towel to try and soothe his less supernatural symptoms at least.

As the days wore on, Youngjae's condition only increased. She blamed herself for being the catalyst for his suffering. As he lay on her couch in anguish, trying to will the voices away, he spoke up with a choked, pained voice.

“I can’t go on like this. I’ll do anything, but this has to stop… I can’t live like this anymore, Y/N.”

With a heavy heart, she nodded in understanding and guided him through a ritual meant to sever his connection to the magical realm that tormented him.

As the ritual concluded, Youngjae collapsed, his breaths ragged. The voices were gone, but so was the spark of curiosity that once filled his eyes. He looked at Y/N, a shadow of his former self. He was on the cusp of passing out when he spoke up again, voice dim and low.

“Will I remember any of this? Will I remember you when I wake up?”

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispered, her voice choked around a sob as she considered what the sever meant for his memory.

Youngjae managed a watery smile, "It's not your fault. I wanted this, remember?"

[sweetestofchaos]

My All ║ C.YJ

Said you'd never let a fuck Nigga hit it  Then you went and gave a fuck Nigga children  Die for you I'd give my heart and both my kidneys  Lie for you and do the time

➻ Pairing: Radio Host!Youngjae x Pregnant!Reader  

➻ Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Dad AU, Friends to Lovers 

➻ Rating: Teen

➻ Summary: Choi Youngjae has loved you since sixteen. You see him as your best friend and nothing more. As adults he watched you get into stupid relationships with men who didn’t deserve you and it killed him a little every time. When one bad judgement call threatens everything you know, Youngjae comes up with a plan to fix it all. Tell everyone Youngjae is the father of your baby. Lie to everyone and become the happy family that you both want. Simple, right? What could possibly go wrong?

➻ Warnings/themes: Feelings...lots of feelings, Crying, Suggestive Moments, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Baby Talk, Mentions of Cheating, Lying, Comedy, Mentions of Birth. More Warnings In Each Chapter.

➻ Song Inspo: Scorpio Moon ~ Phabo

➻ Resources: 1, 2, 3

Coming Soon...

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

[moccahobi]

Buried Truths [Chapter 3]

Summery: A Jackson Wang party. Normally you wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Tonight though, you were going to help your best friend, Youngjae, confess to his long term crush. He would be leaving the party tonight with a date. You didn’t expect to be forced to spend time with people you never wanted to see again. Oh, how many secrets would be revealed tonight?

Pairing: Youngjae x Jaeboem, Acesexual!Reader x Jinyoung (somewhat?)

Rating: 17+

Series warnings: gore, mildly toxic actions

Word Count:  6.7k

Genre: Supernatural AU, horror, angst, alcohol

A/N: Whoot! This has been my first finished series in a while! I am so thankful to have been able to write it and post it so close together. I hope to have more series and fics up soon (other than AFBTTYA) but also AFBTTYA is my top priority atm and this series took me roughly a year to make. It twas so fun to make though!

A/N2: Thank you so so much to @ssaboala​ for reading this fic over for me! Her comments and assurance helped me so much!

Chapter 2 < Masterlist 

You must’ve played with her for a long while but you don't fully remember. In fact, the next thing you remembered was two people struggling to carry you down the stairs, exhaustion seeping from every pore of your body. You felt like a rag doll limply lolling around as they moved. Pain was simmering in every part of your body and your ankle hurt 100x more than before. 

“Hyung. I understand that you don’t want to break anything… but we need to fucking go. She was… I don’t know. She was saying some strange stuff. Scary stuff. I-” Bambam was one of the people carrying you. He panted as he spoke, struggling to talk and carry you at the same time. 

You should get up… 

“I don’t think it is a concussion. I think it was ghosts! She’s possessed. Saying ‘Appa says I can’t leave’ and other scary nonsensical shit.” 

Yugyeom was the other person carrying you.

Jinyoung, nor Youngjae, nor Jackson came to help you.

You should get up…

“That sounds like we need to worry about head trauma… We need to go.” Jinyoung said, worry evident in his voice… he still cares about you. 

“Permission to break a window now?” Mark asked.

Jackson sighed, “Fine… but let's do one in the kitchen where I can try to claim it was robbers or some shit.” 

You imagine they set out for that, the sound of glass shattering and people continuing to move… but you didn’t lift your head or open your eyes or anything.

You should get up…

You were lifted up and set on a hard surface.

You should get up…

All the sudden, searing pain roared through your body as if someone had lit your nerves on fire, forcing a scream out of you from the sheer pain of it all. You thrashed around, trying by any means to rid yourself of the pain. With a loud THUMP,  you fell on to the floor, sparking another wave of searing pain emanating from your arm. No one could contain you as the scream tore up your vocal chords and the shattered glass ripped your skin open. 

The house was screaming too, shaking some pain off of itself as well. A loud crash came from the main space you were currently as the cabinets rattled angrily. 

People were screaming in fear or pain or anger or something, you couldn’t tell, your ears ringing and mind fuzzy. By the time your body had calmed down again, you were laying on the uneven ground of the main space again. The chair you were sitting in earlier was shattered along with the railing leading up to the second floor. 

Jinyoung was looking at your leg, a worried expression on his face as he examined something. Others were sitting around you, panting and staring worriedly. 

“Will she be ok, hyung?” Bambam asked, wincing as he took a look at your leg.

You groaned and tried to sit up, only for Youngjae to stop you with a shake of his head, “You’ll be ok, Y/n-ah but please rest a bit more until we know how to get out of here. You’re hurt enough as it is.”

Confusion swelled in you at that. Sure, you were sore but hurt? Maybe it made sense with how much pain you were in. You nodded and looked around before speaking, “What happened? What’s wrong with me?”

“Well… I think it’s safe to assume you have a concussion and possibly a broken elbow.” Jinyoung started and sighed, “And I think you have a burn on your ankle… but I am really struggling to believe what I am seeing.”

Your heartbeat picked up as he spoke. What the hell happened?

“It looks like a handprint, noona.” Bambam whispered, his voice shaky and uncertain. You sat up suddenly at that, much to Youngjae’s protest, your world spinning as you did. Holy shit. Jinyoung was probably right about the concussion. 

After a solid two minutes of waiting for the spinning to stop, you were met with a glaring red and puffy handprint staring at you… What the fuck? 

A scream welled up in you as you stared at it but no words came out. You needed to leave asap. Holy shit. Holy shit. This… this wasn’t natural… this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t… this couldn’t be real. 

The angry handprint stole your breath and taunted you, begging you to try to explain whatever the hell happened. You couldn’t though and as you slowly looked around the room, you knew no one else could. They were all as scared as you, maybe more. Somehow, it seemed as if those you’d been closest with still cared for you too… They didn’t need to know you were scared or in pain. This was a reassurance that you could give them.

Stealing all the energy you could, you sighed and shook your head, “It is odd. Luckily, I feel fine,” to further sell the lie, you reached out and touched the irritated skin which throbbed in time with the rest of your body under your touch, “My ankle isn’t even in pain anymore. I promise that I’m fine and this worry won’t help with getting us out so,” You stood up suddenly, sighing and shaking your shoulders as if you were warming up while you waited for your world to stop spinning.

“I don’t trust your promises.” Jinyoung said, eyeing your ankle from where he was sitting on the ground.

His words cut you like a knife, salt being added to the wound as Jackson and Youngjae scoffed and came closer to help support you… which despite your verbal protests, you were thankful for their support. 

“I for one am wanting to believe Y/n-ssi.” Mark cut in his hair tasseled and a small scrape on his face showed that whatever happened earlier had tried to get him too, “I don’t know if you all noticed but whatever the fuck happened a little while ago wasn’t natural. I don’t want to stick around for it any longer. You most definitely need medical attention, Y/n-ssi, but if you think you’re fine for us to start trying to leave, I will believe you. Get me out of here.” 

You looked around at others, Yugyeom looking up at you from where he was laying in the fetal position, his eyes red and wide with hope. Bambam was watching you from a distance, his arms crossed defensively. 

“You k-know what’s happening? A ghost! We are i-in a haunted hou-house! I-” Yugyeom stopped talking suddenly, his quick breaths overpowering his ability to speak. Soon enough, he started hyperventilating and crying, his body shaking violently. 

Pushing through your swirling vision, you went over to him and sat down, talking quietly to him to try to ground him, not even daring to touch Yugyeom. You’d seen enough panic attacks… you had enough panic attacks to know that touching him could have bad effects and by now, he had to ride the wave of his panic attack. At some point while you were trying to comfort Yugyeom, some of the others left the room. Whether it was to give him space or to look for an exit, you didn’t know and didn’t care. The less people, the better.

After maybe ten minutes of Yugyeom riding out his panic attack, he seemed to finally calm down some. His eyes were red and glassy and there was snot running down his face like dog slobber but he was breathing calmer and had even taken a moment to readjust himself to lean into you for comfort. By this point, you were alone with him. Jackson and Jinyoung had left to join the others at some point while you comforted Yugyeom. 

“Thank you.” He croaked out at one point, wiping his snot onto his shirt sleeve as he sat up and looked at you. 

“Of course. I know how horrible they can be.” 

Yugyeom nodded, “Do you have them often?”

“Not any more but I used to have them a few times a day. It was brutal and debilitating.”

“I can imagine. I don’t like this at all.” He said, readjusting his position to be leaning in your lap, “What changed?”

“Leaving the stressful environment I was in… and a lot of therapy.” You laughed at that, “Go once a week and it helps me so much.” 

“Yeah. I am in therapy now… Probably will need to work through today too.” Yugyeom laughed quietly and took a deep sigh.

“Possibly.”

“I hope my therapist believes in ghosts and doesn’t think this is some sort of drugged up dream.” 

You nodded, “I think my therapist would more quickly believe I had a super realistic stress nightmare than that ghosts trapped us in an abandoned house.”

The two of you shared a look and laughed, a small and warm silence hugging you as you shared this intimate moment. Somehow, the house didn’t feel nearly as scary in that moment, the warped shadows weren’t as sharp and daunting and the pain that bound your body felt much lighter. It felt nice to crack jokes about this warped situation and therapy. So often you found yourself struggling to make jokes and somehow Yugyeom was bringing them out naturally. It was a nice change. 

“You know… I don’t think anyone is really mad at you and Jackson hyung hiding being siblings. More so shocked… maybe a little upset but I think they’ll get over it.” 

You stared at him in surprise at the sudden topic change. This wasn’t what you expected to talk about after he had a panic attack… Maybe about the possibility of ghosts or if he was feeling better… but not *this*. 

Nodding slowly, you spoke, “Ok… How about we find everyone else? I think both of us want to leave ASAP.” 

Slowly, you and Yugyeom got up and walked into the kitchen in hopes of finding the others. Despite the possibility of them answering, neither of you called out to others, the silence that was blanketing the house felt like it shouldn’t be broken… Although maybe that was because you and Yugyeom were too tired to walk and speak out. Maybe that was you projecting on him though.

This was the first time you’ve been around Yugyeom so maybe he was used to panic attacks or was able to bounce back and it was only you who struggled so much after them. 

“You’ve calmed down! Glad to see. How are you feeling?” You jumped as someone behind you asked. 

Jinyoung. 

“I am feeling better,” Yugyeom turned to you and bowed, “Thank you so much Y/n-ssi for helping out.” 

Flustered, you nodded soundlessly. Yugyeom was quite the character you were learning. He seemed cool though and you found yourself feeling a little sad that you weren’t friends with him or most of the others in this group. After tonight, they’d all stay a friend group tied closer together from this experience, but you’d be Youngjae’s best friend and Jackson’s little sister that had a blind date with Jinyoung…

Jinyoung. 

You looked over at him, more guilt pooling in your stomach. The date went well. Wonderful even. You just so happened to also realize you were aromantic during it… and instead of responding to his excited texts after that night, you simply ghosted him. Through that, he was still being so kind and caring to you tonight and hadn’t even told anyone about all the bull shit you’ve done to him. 

“Are you ok, Y/n-ssi?” Jinyoung asked, interrupting your guilt spiral.

“Oh. I am fine. Where is everyone?” 

“We’re in the study talking through a plan.”

You nodded, following Yugyeom as he started walking towards the study but before you could leave the room, Jinyoung’s hand was out in front of you. His face was pleading as he looked at Yugyeom walking away and you felt that talking with him for a little was the least you could do for him after everything he’s done for you. Quickly, Yugyeom disappeared from earshot and Jinyoung finally turned to look at you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, his eyes scanned you worriedly and it felt like they were looking deep into your soul.

“I’m doing… I want to leave this place and get medical attention.” 

He nodded, “I take it that you are feeling quite a lot of pain?” 

You nodded, “Physically… and mentally. I… I didn’t expect to see you again.” 

Were you really going to have this conversation right now? 

Maybe now wasn’t the right time… but so much has happened tonight… might as well add another thing to the list. 

Jinyoung looked shocked at his comment, his brows knitting together tightly as he crossed his arms defensively, “I didn’t expect to see you again ever again either. What you did was pretty shitty, you know?”

Nodding, you looked away, “I know. It was super unfair to you. I am sorry.” 

“Why’d you do it?” He looked hurt as he asked, “Did I do something wrong? I kept trying to figure out what happened but I wouldn’t think of anything… I had a lot of fun on our date.” 

You sighed, “I did too. But our date made me realize something and I didn’t know how to share… I just kind of ran and it was super shitty of me. I’m sorry.” 

“So you’ve said. What did you realize?” 

Fuck.

Of course he’d ask… and he deserved to know… even if you struggled to tell Youngjae and hadn’t told anyone else since. He was a good person and deserved to know. 

Closing your eyes, you stole your confidence to speak again, “That I’m aromantic and asexual. It wasn’t you specifically so please don’t take it as our date was so bad or something… I’ve been on a few dates and didn’t feel attraction and I had so much fun with you but still struggled so much to feel any romantic attraction and then, like, after two weeks of struggling to do or say anything I realized that I might be aroace and by then I hadn’t responded to your message in, like, five days and it became harder and harder to--”

Jinyoung’s hand on your arm stopped you, your eyes flying open with shock only to be met with kind misty eyes and a big smile, “Thank you for telling me. It must’ve been hard to say. I am sorry if I put any stress on you tonight by being here.”

“I-- What?” You stared up at him, not fully processing what he had said. 

He… was thanking you and apologizing? 

Why?

You were the one who needed to apologize.

“Fuck. Why do you have to be so kind?!” You whined when your brain fully processed what he’d said.

Jinyoung laughed at that and pulled you into a soft hug, “Have you told many others?”

“Only you and Youngjae… and you’ve not really caused me any stress today, Jinyoung-ssi. You’ve been nothing but kind and any stress I’ve had was caused by my own stupidity to not--” 

“Coming out is hard. Sure I would’ve loved a message but I understand why you didn’t…” He trailed off, worrying his lower lip as he thought over what to say next, “Could we be friends after tonight?”

You smiled at that. Jinyoung was such an amazing person, holy shit.

“I’d love that. Thank you for not being upset.” 

“Of course. Now, let’s get back to the group. I don’t want them to worry about us.” 

Nodding, you followed Jinyoung as he made his way to the study, a musty windowless room full of empty and rotting shelfs. Some people had lit their flashlights and set them throughout the space as they talked quietly. 

“I really think it’s bullshit that there’s a ghost here. That earthquake was a coincidence. Let’s try the window again.” Jaeboem said, running his hand through his hair worriedly as he looked around the room. 

Mark nodded in agreement.

You butt in as you slowly sat down, focusing on your words as your world spun violently, “I mean… I think it could be. I don’t think any of you touched my ankle tonight and yet I have a large ass handprint on it where I swear I felt something grab and pull me down the stairs.” 

“I am sure there’s an explanation for that though. Maybe some odd clothes made the mark or you hit it against something.” Mark said, shaking his head. 

Yugyeom scoffed at that, "I find that highly unlikely. Besides, Y/n-ssi was saying some strange stuff when she was upstairs. Stuff about her father not liking guests in the house. I kind of thought that was some of her homelife slipping out but we’ve met her father before and he’s so kind and doesn’t care about that stuff.”

Your body went cold at Yugyeom’s comment. You barely remembered making it up the stairs… what had you done up there even?

What else did you say? 

Why didn’t you remember any of it?

Jackson nodded at that, “He’s the kindest extrovert I’ve met! Always pushed for her to bring more people over. He’s glad she lives in a dorm now since that gets her out and social more.”

You winced at that, the icy cold feeling gripping you growing as you glanced over at Bambam and Youngjae to catch them looking at you as well… They didn’t seem to be sharing your little secret which is good.

“You also mentioned something about the basement, noona… something about--” 

*MEEEEOOOOOOOOW*

You all looked up to see the same ewok-esque cat as earlier. The same cat that led you to this house and that you followed in. It looked you in the eyes and blinked slowly before turning around and walking away slowly.

Calmness washed over you as you watched it walk and you felt the need to follow it. You didn’t move though and nor did anyone else, everyone seemed frozen as the cat let out another loud *meow* and walked back in. It rubbed against your body, its warmth seeping into you for a second before the cold air hit you again as it stepped away and looked at you expectantly. 

Slowly, you stood up, your eyes glued on the cat as your world vinyetted and head grew fuzzy. It took everything in you to stay standing and then some because when your world came back to you and your brain cleared, Youngjae was holding onto you tightly as you leaned into him. When you looked up at him, he nodded and squeezed you closer to him for a split second before letting go. 

“We should follow them. I think it has something to show us.”

No one said anything, all seemingly too stunned to counter as they slowly got up. The cat walked away, its primordial pouch swaying back and forth as it sauntered away and towards the basement door. 

Were you really going to follow some random cat to try to get out of this house? 

Seems like it. 

Stealing all the confidence you could, you followed the cat as it entered the basement landing. The room felt colder than it had when you were in it earlier tonight and the shadows seemed even more dangerous and scary. You pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight, thankful that there was still plenty of charge that you could rely on… if only you had cellular service. A dark and overwhelming presence seemed to push down on you at that thought. Suddenly, it didn’t feel likely that the lack of cellular wasn’t due to whatever was in this house.

You didn’t want to go into the basement anymore. Panic rose in your throat as something was telling you that it’d be dangerous to go into the basement. This was a bad idea… a really bad idea… You looked back at the others, pain shooting up your neck as you did. They looked tired and scared, and following a cat into the basement is a very… unreal thing to do but they also looked hopeful… You had to do this for them.

“Do you want help down the stairs, Y/n-ssi?” Mark asked, walking closer to you. 

You nodded. You didn't have the strength to say something as he linked arms with you, the two of you continuing to lead the way into the basement. The stairs felt rickety and unsafe, your legs almost giving out repeatedly as you traversed them.

“Are you feeling ok?” Mark asked quietly as you two neared the basement floor.

“I am doing. Thank you for your help.” You said, somehow finding a small smile growing on your face at his considerateness. 

He nodded, sighing in relief as the two of you made it to the basement floor. Despite being on more solid ground, he didn’t unlink your arms or move away from you, instead looking around the space cautiously as if he was seeing the basement in a different light now. It did look quite different though. The shadows felt harsher, like they might reach out to grab you if you got too close. 

You turned around and watched as everyone made it down the stairs, thankful that everyone was still together. Sighing lightly, you turned around to try to look for the cat again. It led you down here, it better not leave you now. The air seemed electric with tension as you looked around, your eyes straining to see any glow of light that may be the cat’s eyes.

BANG!

Darkness washed over you like a heavy blanket. Someone screamed, though you had no idea who, and as you looked around, you tried to find anyone and anything other than Mark in the thick darkness. You couldn't see anything. After some movement, the basement lit up once again and you saw everyone looking around scared.

Jinyoung had turned on his flashlight and Youngjae was comforting Bambam, who was huddled on the floor shaking. 

“What the fuck happened?” Mark asked, looking around the room as if he could find answers there.

“A draft?” Jaeboem responded, seemingly unsure of what he was even suggesting. 

“I don't think so... It's not been too windy out, and the front door is closed so the draft had to have come from wind inside… which isn't too plausible.” Jackson said with a shake of his head, turning on his own flashlight and walking around a little.

Still no cat to be found. 

Tentatively, you called out for the cat, hoping that it would reveal himself and guide you all a little more. You waited, clinging on to Mark as you looked around, others starting to move around and explore the basement.

Bambam crouched down and picked up the same tiny wooden car that you’d seen earlier, “Noona! Look! It flew far!” 

Nodding, you held your breath as he watched everyone else explore. Something felt like it was breathing down the back of your neck, putting you on edge as you looked around space for that tiny car. It was resting by some dusty curtains, hung in an awkward place along the wall. Part of you wanted to tell everyone to stay away from that spot. Who knew what was behind the curtains, waiting to jump out and attack you or your friends.

“This place really is so creepy.” Jaeboem said, doodling in some dust on top of boxes, “ no wonder  this place has been abandoned and ignored for so long. I wouldn't want to be here either.”

“I don't think it really matters why this place was abandoned! We're trapped in here!  We'd fin--”

Before Yugyeom could continue, the house shook, knocking you and Mark off your feet and into the painful embrace of the concrete basement floor. Youngjae clung to Jaeboem and Bambam and for a second your world went black, fully consumed by someone's angry screaming. The scream pierced your skull, sending fireworks of pain ricocheting throughout your brain.

You screamed back, begging for the voice to stop and the pain to stop.

Your lungs gave out before the scream stopped, but eventually it did, leaving you in the silence of your ringing ears. Slowly you got back up with Mark’s help and looked around at the others, everyone looked as shell shocked as you felt. 

“Are you ok, Yugyeom-ssi?” You asked, looking over at the poor man who looked like he was about to cry again. 

He shook his head and took a deep breath, not saying more. You wanted to sit with him and help calm him down but as you looked around, you knew that the others here needed your help too. Luckily, it seemed that Jackson caught onto what you were thinking as walked over to Yugyeom and started quietly coaching him through stuff. 

If it wasn’t clear already, you needed to leave. 

ASAP.

As Jackson and Yugyeom talked quietly, you started to look around boxes and crevices to see if there was any hidden door. It was a small space though and you struggled to see anything that may look like a way out.

“I feel like the cat didn’t help.” Yuongjae said with a sigh, shaking his head when you stopped looking around. 

Jaeboem nodded, sitting down dejectly on a pile of dusty books. 

“Should we try to get back out from the first floor?” Bambam asked, to which Jinyoung nodded. You listened with baited breath and festering worry as the steps creaked under Jinyoung’s weight, screaming as he walked up. The door jiggled. It didn’t open. 

*CREEEAAAAAK*

The steps seemed to creak louder than before as he came down, your nerves growing with each creak they made. 

Your adrenaline spiked as Jinyoung screamed, wood splintering as he crashed to the ground behind the stairs with a heavy *THUD*. 

Bambam and you rushed over (well you limped over), Youngjae and Jaeboem following behind slightly slower. They helped sit Jinyoung up, as you looked him over, trying to see if there were any obvious injuries you could help him with. 

“Are you ok, Oppa? Does anything hurt?” You asked as you checked his body. 

Jinyoung hummed, closing his eyes as he moved different body parts around, “I think I landed on my shoulder? It hurts like hell.” 

“Can you lift your arm up some?” Youngjae asked.

Jinyoung could barely lift his arm to be parallel with his shoulder, his arm shaking as he tried. You winced as you watched him struggle, eventually lowering his arm for him gently. 

“I think I am going to need a doctor.” He sighed, getting up slowly, “For now though, let’s try to get out.”

Bambam nodded and opened his mouth to say something.

“G-Guys!” Jackson was yelling, an anxious nerve running through his voice, “The cat is back.” 

You all quickly rushed to where they were, the cat sure enough back, purring in Yugyeom’s lap as he hesitantly scratched behind its ears. 

“Do you think it’s likely that the cat rolled in poison ivy recently?” Yugyeom asked, looking up at the others.

Jaeboem nodded.

“I mean… it seems to live outside so probably… but also I pet it earlier tonight and I am fine so… we’ll see.”

The cat looked around everyone in the room lazily before finally looking up at you and blinking slowly. It was telling you that everything would be ok and a large part of you wanted to believe it. A rattling purr left the cat as it slowly got up and stretched like it had all the time in the world. After licking one of its paws quickly, it slowly sauntered away and curled around the curtains, not to be seen again. 

“Oh?” Bambam said, quickly walking to the curtain and yanking it back, washing everyone in a cloud of dust. 

Once the dust finally settled, you were faced with a small, dark staircase. This was hopefully your out and you found yourself breathing a sigh of relief as you looked up and saw the glimpse of a door. 

“Thank fuck.” Youngjae said but he didn’t move as if he was waiting for one of us to take the first move, for one of us to take the first step.

Given with how rickity the stairs looked and Jinyoung falling down the stairs earlier, it made sense that he was nervous. You felt nervous too, your body fighting itself to bolt up the stairs and not risk more injury in a tough internal war. It seemed like everyone was as nervous to make the first move and in that moment, it felt like the ability to escape completely left you all, only leaving a gaping ocean of stress and worry. 

Looking around slowly, you made eye contact with your older brother, a conflict of his own going on in his eyes as he took a deep breath in, “Time to leave. I have a party to shut down and a hospital to take you all to.”

A chuckle left you as he climbed up the rickety stairs and threw the doors open, a crisp breeze and stars greeting you. All your humor and relief left you as an icy bucket of fear washed over you. 

Someone wasn’t happy.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG! 

BANG!

A door was being slammed repeatedly, angrily as the house started shaking again. Someone… something was throwing a fit at you all being by the stairs and trying to leave. You felt paralized by fear that strangled you, your mind going fuzzy as your ears started screaming with fuzz and ringing.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Somehow, the doors slamming sounded closser now, as if someone was rushing to the basement, ready to cause havoc and damage. 

“Get noona!” Bambam shouted, rushing to you with Youngjae.

The two of them picked you up, struggling up the stairs. The banging doors felt like they were getting closer to you even when you were set down on the dead leaves outside. The doors were slamming closer to you, your eardrums shaking with each sound. 

Mark slammed the cellar doors shut behind him angrily. 

*chirp*

*chirp*

*chirp*

Through the aching of your ears, you started to hear regular nature sounds mingling with the heavy breathing of your friends. The cat was snuggling up against you, its warmth heating you up. People were walking around. Someone was talking. You didn’t have energy to figure anything out yet.

Instead, you curled up around the cat, struggling to hold in your tears.

You were out. 

Relief washed over you as your tears spilled down your cheeks and nose and onto the ground.

They let you cry for some time, waiting patiently for you to slowly stand up and look around. Youngjae and Jaeboem were snuggling together on the ground, clutching each other comfortingly. Bambam was leaning against Jinyoung, holding onto him and taking slow breaths. Jackson and Mark were talking quietly. Yugyeom was looking at you.

“How are you feeling, Y/n-ssi?” He quietly asked, scooting over.

“Better? I think.”

“That’s good. Do you want help getting up?”

You shook your head, slowly getting up in spite of your body screaming at you. Slowly, everyone walked back to the main house, you lagging a little behind to watch everyone talk. A smile made its way on your face as you watched Youngjae and Jaeboem chatting away, leaning against each other in a flirting manner. He’d done it. He’d managed to get together with his crush. 

Without your help. 

He managed it all. 

They looked like a good friend group. 

They were a good group of people. 

You were proud of Jackson for finding such wonderful people. Mom and Dad were always worried about him never finding close friends but he’d found his people. 

Sighing, you looked back in the direction of the house and saw something that made your blood freeze. Someone was in a window on the upper floor. 

Waving bye at you. 

“Noona! You coming?” Bambam asked, making you jump. 

“She better! Don’t want Y/n-ah to get lost again.” Jinyoung said with a laugh. 

You shook your head, “Coming!” 

Bambam wrapped you in a quick hug, leaving his arm draped around you when you joined them again. Together you all walked back to the house which was shockingly empty of people already. You breathed a sigh of relief as you left the group to go to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. It hurt to move your neck back to finish the drink but it soothed your sore throat enough that you paid no mind.

That would be tomorrow’s problem.

“We will go to the hospital in 10 or so minutes, ok?” Jackson asked as he entered the kitchen space.  

You nodded and turned around to refill your glass. If you avoided Jackson’s worried gaze while doing so, you were thankful. Jackson didn’t leave though. He waited patiently as you guzzled two glasses of water before sighing and shaking his head. 

“I was never disappointed in you.” He said, shattering the silence. 

You froze, not wanting to look at him as you gathered up the energy to respond, “Oh? I always thought you were.”

“I always thought that you didn’t like me so I gave you distance. You are honestly so amazing, working a job and going to school. It is so impressive.”

You laughed bitterly and tried to hide the anxiety pooling in your gut, “I dropped out of school so I don’t know how amazing I am.” 

When silence settled over you two again for a minute, you risked a glance at Jackson, hoping not to see disappointment. His brows were raised in surprise but he didn’t look disappointed. 

“How come?”

“It was bad for my mental health… I had to.” You mumbled, not wanting to think much about those hellish years where you were academia’s bitch.

“Do you want to return to school?”

“No. I don’t know what I want to do… but I don’t want anything to do with academia.”

“That’s understandable. College is so stressful. What are you doing now?” He asked and you were thankful that he looked genuinely interested in what you were doing now. 

“Bartending.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Somewhat. I want to do something else long term but it isn’t a bad job. It pays the bills and my coworkers are good.”

“I am glad it’s a good job. I am proud of you for taking care of yourself.”

What?

Your head snapped up to look at him, pain shooting through you at the sudden action. He… he was proud of you? 

Tears welled in your eyes. No one in your family ever seemed proud of you… nothing ever seemed to be enough for them.

“R-really?”

“Really,” He took a deep breath in as he prepared for his next words, “I’ve not said it before, but I love you.” 

You felt like you could cry as you pulled him into a hug, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest, “I love you too, Oppa… But please don’t tell mom and dad yet.”

“I won’t.” Jackson said with a laugh. 

The two of you barely talked as you finished your final glass of water, sparing a few words as you left the kitchen. You looked around at everyone else, wispering and resting their eyes. They were close. 

You cleared your throat awkwardly to get people’s attention, “I am ready whenever you all are.”

Some of them nodded silently before getting up and helping others up. Quietly, everyone filed into Jackson and Jinyoung’s cars. The trip to the hospital was painfully quiet and when you all got into the hospital, it felt like everyone dispersed as they slowly took everyone back for treatment.

You don’t know how long you were there for or when others left but when you were finally released, no one was there to help you. With some broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and a bad concussion, you found a taxi and went home. The faint sounds of the bar below acted as a soothing white noise for you as you crawled into bed and crashed. 

Alone. 

Somehow you managed to get a whole two weeks off of work to recover from your concussion. You were thankful for the time for a break and thankful for the near constant noise from the bar under you. Every time there was silence you felt unnerved, as if something or someone was going to start attacking you again. The silence made you feel scared in a way that it never had before. 

The bar noise became a comfort you didn’t realize you needed. It was the only constant for you during those two weeks. No one visited you. 

Youngjae was busy with work and going on dates with Jaebeom (it was understandable but you still wished he came to visit you some). Your few other friends were busy with their lives as well. Somehow managed to text you every once in a while (unlike Youngjae) but it was still a fleeting moment of communication and you craved more. 

Returning back to work and starting physical therapy was a welcome reprieve from your small apartment. The hustle and bustle of people filled something in you that you didn’t realize you were missing. It gave you human interaction and you enjoyed it so much. 

All the human interaction made you yearn for the seven people you’d survived such a traumatic event with. Maybe you could text Jackson, Jinyoung, or Youngjae and plan a get together. They’d seemed to want to get closer to you after that event… even though no one messaged or called you. 

You sighed and shook your head, looking back at the bar you were tending to. Only thirty more minutes before you got off. Then you could go home and watch something. Your shift ended uneventfully. You found yourself leaving the bar and making the short trip home with the slowness of someone who has nothing to return home to. 

A light was on.

Why was there a light on in the apartment? 

The light stole your breath. You found yourself transported back to the abandoned house, screams shaking your eardrums as you stood frozen. 

Someone was moving.

People were moving.

People were talking. 

“Y/n-ah, are you ok?” 

Jinyoung. 

You looked up at him, at Youngjae and Jackson who were also standing near you, looking at you worriedly. At Bambam, Mark, Jaebeom Yugyeom, who were holding balloons behind you. 

You were in your apartment. Not the abandoned house. 

The soft sounds from the bar grounded you as you slowly looked around.

You were safe.

You were ok. 

“I-I… I’m ok. I think. Yeah. I’m surprised.” You spoke slowly as you looked around the apartment and took in a deep breath. The soft pain from your ribs moved with your lungs and somehow gave you a bit of comfort. 

You were recovering. 

You were safe. 

“Well, yeah!” Youngjae laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, “That was the point! Surprise!” 

“We wanted to have a small party together. A good party this time.” Jinyoung said, “Would you want anything to drink?”

“Water please. And don’t expect me to make you drinks! You should’ve come to the bar if you wanted that.” 

Bambam laughed, rushing to hug you, “Darn it! Here I was hoping that you could make something expensive and fancy for me.” 

“I refuse.” 

Slowly people settled into your living room, happy laughter and warm music filling the space. Youngjae was snuggling up to you as everyone talked. Jinyoung was laughing and telling a story about something him and Bambam did together. Jackson refilled food and drinks every once in a while. Jaeboem was watching everything happen without speaking, holding Youngjae’s hand. Mark was bundled in all the spare blankets, laughing at everything happening. Yugyeom was adding in sarcastic remarks. 

They were making plans for stuff with you.

You were telling stories.

The night was flying by quickly.

It felt like you fit in for once.

You weren’t an outsider anymore. 

Everyone felt like a family. A home. 

And as night became day, you started to understand the truth.

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Youngjae x fem!reader (wc - 5.1k) strangers to lovers - angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort A connection is made with a handsome bartender who offers you comfort, a slice of cheesecake, and so much more on your ruined evening.

The Seventh Wedding by @inyournightmares97

Youngjae x fem!reader (wc - 15k) strangers to lovers, mutual pining - fluff It took Choi Youngjae seven weddings to fall in love with you.

series

one shots

I Think I Love You by @milfgyuu

Bambam x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k) coworkers/friends to lovers - fluff, crack Bambam rescues you from the company party and makes a rooftop confession to you under the stars. It’s kind of magical.

series

one shots

oh my god, they were roommates by @babybirdgyeom

Yugyeom x reader (wc - 2.5k) roommates to lovers, mutual pining - fluff One night you couldn’t resist your roommate Yugyeom anymore and finally gave in.

series

[multiphandomunnies]

got7

reactions

girlfriend hugging them in their sleep

deserted island au

high school au

gf is a demon

s.o is shy with skinship

s.o is self conscious

imagines

mark

jackson

thank you

bf! jackson

trying again

single dad au

jaebum

it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

carnation

bf! jaebum

christmas special

i want to do these things with you

jinyoung

youngjae

bambam

christmas special

yugyeom

bf! yugyeom

let’s go out

[jadededge]

Tear You Apart | Ch.3

Pairing:  GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.

Wattpad | AO3    (will likely always update these 2 places first)  

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Despite their busy and immortal lives, the boys try to have dinner together as often as possible. Gathering around the large oak table in their dining room, they share laughs and stories of the day. Relaxing and unwinding as a family.

"So, maknaes," Jaebeom starts. "I hear you had to provide some backup on Canal. How did that go?"

"We went to see Selah. I'm so sorry," Youngjae immediately folds and bows his head, hoping to be spared.

Bam sucks his teeth. "Youngjae, what the fuck man?"

"You did what?" Jaebeom asks calmly. Too calm.

The sound of silverware hitting plates echoed in the now quiet room.

"Aw shit, boys, why did you do that?" Mark asks.

"We only wanted to see her." Yugyeom adds with a pout. "We didn't even talk to her." He says leaning towards Youngjae.

Jinyoung must've caught that because he immediately followed up. "Bam. What about you?"

"Whatever. I talked to her. And I got her number."

All the older brothers sigh. Jaebeom continues to look. His chin starts to protrude.

"Son, why did you do that when we have her number?" Mark asked.

"I'm sorry, were we going to start texting her and tell her we looked up everything about her beforehand?" He laid it out. "I'm playing the boyfriend game." He leans back, looking proud of himself.

Jaebeom was pissed, but he was trying not to show it. He had a plan, and this... He stands, pushing his chair back to leave. "I'm going out."

"Either you've messed up so badly that he needs to go prepare to send you back or..." Jackson pauses. "Actually, I don't know what else he could be doing. Nice knowing you, Bam. I'll see you in 50 years."

Jinyoung chimes in with a disapproving tone, "You do know Jackson went to meet her as well? What will she think? We're meant to be playing this smart, and you've gone and added another complication to the situation. Yeah, Jaebeom should send you back."

"I fucked up, huh?" Bam says, hanging his head.

Mark, though known for his temper, is actually quite gentle with his brothers. Particularly the younger ones, and tries to comfort them. "Did you fuck up? Yes. But it will be okay. JB won't send you back."

"He might strangle you, though." Jackson says he is taking a bite of his food.

Mark gives him a 'stop that' look.

"What? Bammie, I invited Selah to the club. How do we explain to her that out of pure coincidence, she met both of us on the same day and that we know each other? You might have to miss the opening."

Bam lets out a puff of air ready to protest.

"That's actually not a bad idea." Jinyoung says. "You three will not be at the opening."

The younger ones begin to protest. Jinyoung holds his hand up and says, "Save it. This is perfect. Perhaps Jaebeom won't murder you if we can salvage this."

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The weekend arrives, and everybody is a bundle of nerves. After adjusting plans, the boys feel like they're actually in a better place. Feeling that perhaps it would be easier to introduce her to four of them versus all seven.

The maknaes are on warehouse duty for the night, and they couldn't have been more sour about it.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into going with you. Now look at me." Youngjae pouts, looking into the distance.

Bam rolls his eyes and says, "Well, you hardly put up a fight at a gentle suggestion."

Yugyeom chuckles a bit. "You did come along pretty easily. We should just be happy we didn't get banished."

"Valid point. But I want to meet her now." Youngjae says.

Yugy juts his lip out, "Me too."

"Yeah she's great. Glad I talked to her when I did." Bam says proudly.

The other two side eye him.

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Selah arrives at the club accompanied by her friend Brianca. She's feeling good about how she looks. The little black dress she has on is her favorite among the many in her closet. The tiny straps sit upon her glittering shoulders. The bodice fits tight on her chest with a side split that causes the material to lay nicely over her ass. Matched with a flattering pair of heels that elongate her legs and strap around her ankles is giving her a confidence boost. Not to mention, she smelled amazing.

She's hoping to see Jackson. Bam hasn't texted her. Which made her a bit sad, as she was hoping he would. But she figured she would at least have a good time, get her mind off the week, and look good if for nobody but herself

"Girl, this club is nice!" Brianca says to Selah. "And you said he's the owner?"

"That's what he said. So I'm not sure I'll easily bump into him." Selah responds by surveying the area.

"Let's get a drink!" Brianca suggests.

At the bar, Brianca has already been approached by a couple of guys and is chatting one up. She has a very inviting aura, so it's no surprise she's already deep in conversations.

At one point she leans over to Selah, "omg girl. This is that guy I told you about. That I went out with a couple of weeks ago." "The one with the.." Selah wiggles her brows. 

"Yes him." Brianca exclaims trying not to let him hear.

Selah chuckles, "well it looks like you're in for a wild night."

"Here's hoping." Brianca cheers with her friend and turns back to her presumed date for the evening.

As Selah is enjoying her cocktail, she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder that sends shivers throughout her body. Looking to her left, she sees Jackson. Managing her reaction, she doesn't smile too hard. "Jackson, hi."

"Selah, you made it." He's grinning from ear to ear. He takes a second to look her up and down. Without realizing it, he's licking his lips. "You look amazing."

This causes her to blush hard and look away briefly. "Thank you. You look great yourself, and your club is amazing."

"Thank you. I spotted you and wanted to be sure I had a chance to speak while things were going smoothly."

He needed to get her away from her friend and up to the private room. He can tell she cares about her and won't want to leave her alone or unsafe. But it appears luck was on his side.

"Brianca." Selah is turning to get her friend's attention to introduce her to Jackson. "This is Ja-."

But she's being lead to the dance floor by the guy she was chatting with. She looks back and smiles big at her friend. Quickly surveying the guy next to Selah she gives her a 'go get em' look.

"Well I was going to introduce you but nevermind I guess." She laughs.

Jackson sighs internally with relief, "No worries, we can meet later. She looks like a good time."

"Oh she's a blast in a glass. She'll be entertained for hours."

"In that case, would you like me to show you around?" Jackson asks as he holds his hand out for her.

"Sure. I'd like that, we sort of b-lined to the music, so I haven't seen the rest."

He leads her through the crowd and back toward the foyer. The place is actually quite large with a few different areas. One being the bigger bar and dance floor area they just left. Jackson shows her around the bottom floor. Even showing her a few behind the scene places before leading her into a lounge area. It's decorated in gold, with soft lighting and slow music, this makes for a nice area to chat.

"One of my brothers designed this room. He thought it would be a good idea to add an area that was much less chaotic than the traditional club atmosphere." Jackson explained.

"Oh you have a brother?" Selah asks.

"Yes, six actually." He leads her to the bar to order himself a drink. "Would you like anything?"

"Whatever you're having. Unless it's vodka." She makes a disgusting face.

Jackson chuckles and signals to the bartender, "please send over two glasses of Hennessy and ice. Thanks T."

"You got it boss." The bartender responds.

Jackson turns his attention to Selah, "Come, let's have a seat."

Settling in, Jackson takes this time to get a really good look at her. She's perfect. They begin a back and forth conversation that flows with ease. He asks her questions about herself that he already knows the answers to, but he loves hearing her talk, so this isn't a problem.

She asks about his business endeavors and he explains to her how he owns this a few other nightclubs. He mentions the corporation that his family runs, not the illegal things, obviously.

"So you have 6 brothers. That had to be hectic growing up." Selah comments.

"You could say that again. We're not exactly blood brothers, more very close friends, but we're brothers in just about every other way. We sort of came together at different times but we've been together ever since." She's listening intently. Jackson hasn't even used his gifts to any degree and she's already hooked on his every word. "Three of them are here now. I was hoping to introduce you actually. They've been dying to meet you."

"Oh, you've told them about me?" She's shocked, they only met briefly. "And you want me to meet them?"

He smiles and grabs her hand, gently caressing it. "Of course, we tell each other everything. So when I met a gorgeous woman, I told them immediately."

She was a bit hesitant but the moment Jackson touches her, she gets those same shivers. Being near Jackson, she finds herself alot more willing to go along with just about anything he says. Especially when he touches her.

She blushes, "Okay, sure."

He beams at her, "You're going to love them."

"I should text my friend and let her know."

This irritates Jackson. But he hides his displeasure. "Sure, no problem. "

He needs her alone and he didn't want to manipulate her to do it but this is becoming tedious. How do normal people live like this.

"Oh, she actually messaged to say she left with that guy. I must've missed it. I guess i'm all yours." Selah explains.

"Perfect." Jackson stands and extends his hand to help her up.

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Leading her out of the lounge and through the club to the stairs, Selah feels lightheaded. She feels as if she's walking to another world. The decor is also darker upstairs. The walls are a blood red velvet with black damask patterning. The lighting is low and the music from downstairs is faded and becomes more faint the deeper they walk.

"Continuing the tour," Jackson starts. "This top floor has a few private rooms that special guests can use, as well as the offices."

He stops at a door at the end of the hall and on the other side, Selah knows deep down, everything will change once she steps in. Jackson opens the door and gestures for her to enter.

The room is spacious, continuing the same dark motif, but the colors are a darker green and black with gold accents. There's a full-sized bar and and lounge area with a large window across the way for a view of the entire dance floor from above. 

And scattered about the room are three of the finest men Selah has ever seen, apart from Jackson. It nearly takes her breath away. They are dressed in finely tailored suits, like Jackson, and they have this something about them she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe this was a mistake. She thinks.

Jackson places his hand on the small of her back and moves her further into the room, "Selah, these are three of my brothers." He points to one at the bar with a short haircut and a dazzling smile that warms her heart. "This is Mark, the oldest."

"Hello gorgeous, lovely to meet you." He finishes making his drink and comes to settle in a chair next to the couch.

"And this absolute cutie..." pointing to other one with a short haircut. His lips grab her attention and she can't help but stare at them. He chuckles slightly and bites his bottom lip. She had to stop her knees from giving out. Did he do that on purpose. "...is Jinyoung."

He rolls his eyes, "Could you not introduce me that way." He gives her a smile staring directly in her eyes making her melt.

"Why? Is he not adorable Selah?" Jackson turns to ask her. She blushes from being put on the spot. Jackson laughs. "And lastly but certainly not least, this is Jaebeom. He is our leader."

Calling this man gorgeous would be an understatement. With longer hair styled perfectly sitting across his neck. Selah couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run her fingers through it. She's cursing herself for how hard she is crushing on her crush's brothers.

He nods her direction. "Nice to meet you Selah, you can call me Jay B."

Her head swims. "Nice to meet you all"

"Come let's sit." Jackson moves them to a loveseat next to Jaebeom and across from Mark. Jinyoung has his eyes trained on her.

All four of them are drawing her in, with their confidence and captivating aura. But just beyond that is something tugging at her, whispering danger. She's watching herself wade further into the waters. What is happening...

Tags: @openup-yourmind

[pars-ley]

Can I just say an absolute huge thank you to everyone who has started following me recently and to the followers who have stuck around while I disappeared, how I got to 800 I will never know. But it means a lot, so in order to celebrate, I've decided to do a drabble game! Simply choose a member, one genre/au and one prompt from the list below, if you would like these to be fluffy, angsty or smutty please specify. Feel free to send an ask (anons welcome) or a message. Disclaimer: It will be member x female reader (unless you request gender neutral).

Choose one member:

BTS -

Namjoon

Seokjin

Hoseok

Yoongi

Taehyung

Jimin

Jungkook

Got7 -

Jackson

Jinyoung

Bambam

Jaebeom

Yugyeom

Mark

Youngjae

Choose one genre/au:

- Fake dating

- Best friends to lovers

- Enemies to lovers

- Office romance

- Coffee shop

- Soulmates

- Crime boss/mafia

- Body guard

- Single parent

- Idol

Choose one prompt:

1. "You knew me when I had nothing; when I was no one."

2. "I changed who I was for you, and now I don't know who I am anymore."

3. "You forget, I know all your secrets. I know you better than you know yourself."

4. "I feel like you're punishing me by being so sweet all the time, just stop. I don't deserve you."

5. "Just please, don't leave me."

6. "How do you expect me to focus, when you're walking around wearing that?"

7. "I know they don't want us to be together and I can't change that, but I will never stop loving you."

8. "I'd rather fight with you, than be with anyone else."

9. "You were the one that got away. I just wish I'd have told you back then, maybe things would be different."

10. "It's just temporary, but I need to know...will you wait for me?"

11. "It's not what it looks like, I swear to you."

12. "I can't believe I'm going to ask you of all people but I'm desperate. I need your help."

13. "Do you know what hoops I had to jump through to find you? Could you please just give me five minutes?"

14. "The way you taste, the feeling of your lips, you're like a drug to me."

15. "A kiss is never just a kiss, no matter what anyone says."

[shadowkoo]

mini requests

open | CLOSED

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

Rules + Requirements :

Follow me (if you are not already)

Reblog this post (boosts are appreciated)

Must be 18+ (minors please dni)

To Request:

Choose a group & member (1 only please)

Pick a genre (max of 3)

Select a prompt (max of 2)

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

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

Groups + Members:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Genres + AUs:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Friends with benefits

Roommates

College

Coworkers

Meet Cute

Meet Ugly

Athlete (you may specify in your request)

Exes

Idol

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

Prompts:

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

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

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

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

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

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

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

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

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

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

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

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

"This is why no one likes you."

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

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

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Disclaimers:

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

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

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

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

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

[missgineaus]

but imagine a got7 demigod au:

in the modern era

gods are alive and still getting it and have lots of kids lol

monsters are real but ehh *vague hand gesture*

being a demigod sucks more than not cuz people want to use them for their powers if they have any

mark: son of aphrodite

doesn't speak alot cuz he might accidentally activate his charmspeak

Beautiful™ (inside and out)

very insightful about relationships and people in general cuz he’s much more observant than people give him credit for since they just think he’s a pretty face

doesn't speak a lot cuz people only want him for his looks and not for who he is and its very difficult for him to make friends but if you're a friend he is loyal forever

jackson: son of zeus

it’s why he can fly around everywhere so easily lmao -

gold looks hella good on this boi

wants to show he’s not all talk and is very humble and down to earth lol

very excitable and generally in a good mood

ambitious af

when he gets a little too excited sometimes he accidentally shocks people lol

people think he’s all brawn but he’s actually more brain

jinyoung: son of athena

smart af

literally a walking library

aggressively and sarcastically kind to people he loves

loves grandpa cardigans and gold plated curator spectacles probably

even if you think there’s no way for jinyoung to know the tea, he knows the tea

probably omniscient tbh lol

is ready to fite (ง’̀-‘́)ง at all times

jaebum: son of hades

Brooding™ and heavily misunderstood lol

black everything.mp3

loves flowers not bones

looks like he can beat you up with one punch but will try his hardest to resolve everything without violence first

cats, cats everywhere

it's rumored a glare from him can stop a person's heart

wants ghosts to stop bothering him lol

finds a lot of jewels randomly

bambam: son of dionysus

that's my that's my party

really knows his alcohol beers lol

he looks like a lightweight and is a lightweight haha poor child lol

knowledgeable about all mental illnesses

is a real smarty sweetheart even though people think he's just another thot

vines references for days lmao

feline grace

yugyeom: son of demeter

"you're part tree it's why youre so tol." park jinyoung, 2019

pronounces the names of grocery produce wrong just to piss people off lol

doesn't tend to a garden but does have a few succulents on his desk

brews the best tea

probably gives people bushels of corn as a gift to be funny

once gave jackson tea he grew and dried himself, and jackson cried cuz it's organic lol

youngjae: son of apollo

a literal sunshine

that one nephew artemis stans

once tried to shoot an arrow and shot someone in the ass accidentally lol

i bet his voice has healing powers

probably also a disney princess by how much the wildlife end up surrounding him when he does sing

not a seer but sometimes just knows how things will turn out

he's not allowed to participate in rock/paper/scissors anymore because of this lol

original twitter thread | originally posted 9 feb 2019

[fandomnovella-blog]

The Bad Boy: Im Jaebeom

It was the senior prank day and that usually meant chaos! Last year some students toilet papered the school oak tree! God knows what was gonna happen this year! The pranks got more extravagant as the years passed! You walked into school a little weary of what you’d find! You held your binder close to you ready to bat away anything that might be about to splatter, explode or spray in your direction. You didn’t wanna take any chances and stayed away from the most crowded places in the school. To your confusion, the day passed pretty normally although every time you turned a corner you thought a bucket would land on your head. You checked your phone to make sure that the date was right. It was. So where were the pranks? Where was the screaming, running and laughing? You were slightly disappointed at this year’s turnout. You didn’t have to be for long. You were walking down the corridor of the beauty studies block, when someone grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the nearest empty classroom! You closed your eyes in terrified anticipation!

“Why are you closing your eyes?” Asked a voice laced with laughter. You peeked through your eyelashes and saw… oh nooo. Jaebeom, panting in front of you. His three piercings sparkling as they dangled from his ears. Get a run in with him and you were either in trouble with him or because of him and he didn’t care about either. You definitely didn’t want to get in trouble because of him and you didn’t much like the idea of being stuck in summer detention WITH him either. “I thought…you would throw something at me…cos, you know, Prank day.” You said meekly still flinching against the wall.

He bent down so you were at eye level. “Really now,” he said coyly “And what did you think I would throw?”

“I don’t know,” You said shakily “Eggs?”

“Did you really think I would be that sloppy?” He asked you through breathless chuckles, “Eggs? Really?! This isn’t 1985.” You felt a little stung.

“Well, you didn’t. That’s the main thing.” You said as you straightened up. You eyed the door, thinking of any excuse to put 1000 kilometres between you two. It wasn’t worth your college application to stay near him. “Listen,” you said quickly.

“This has been great and all but- “

“Today’s your lucky day Y/N! You’re gonna be my accomplice!” said Jaebeom smirking.

 “I have managed to get through today without getting pelted, attacked drenched or jumpscared. I’m not gonna stop that streak.” You said backing away.

“And I’m not getting caught and put in detention on Senior Prank Day either, at least, not alone,” said Jaebeom. “So, either you help me keep my streak or lose your squeaky clean rep. Your choice.” He folded his arms his arms, smirking, and waited for your response. You hung your head.

He chuckled and then, and then turning around in front of you said, “How do I look?”

You glanced at him quickly, “That’s a dumb question, you know you always look…” then you actually took a good look at him and was surprised to see that he was…well…scruffy! It was like he had been rolling around in a barn; feathers and bits of straw were hanging from his hair and clothes.

 “Well, I have to say you don’t look as good as you usually do.”

“You think I look good?” said Jaebeom smirking triumphantly at the annoyance on your face.

“You know that’s not what I me- “

 “I ran into a little chicken trouble.” He said cutting you off your excuse.

“Chicken trouble?” You began to ask curiously, then shaking your head said quickly “Actually don’t tell me. The less I know the better.”

“So, are you gonna help me or not?”

“I haven’t got a choice, have I?” You sighed defeated, “What do you want me to do?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Help clean me up?”

“I don’t carry that sort of stuff with me.” You said holding out your hands to indicate they were empty.

“Look around you” he said “We’re in the beauty block.”

“Yeah, but all the beauty supplies are locked up af-“ you never got to finish your sentence. Jaebeom had found a hair pin picked the lock of the supply closet and was taking out spray, a hair dryer, some product and a comb.

 “Now can you clean me up?”

Sighing, you began to brush his head roughly with your hand; trying to finish your task as soon as possible.

“Jeez! Why are you being so heavy handed?” winced Jaebeom, shielding his head from any more of your swipes.

“Cry-baby.” You muttered under your breath, but you took the straw and feathers out of his hair gentler, making sure not to miss a single strand. When it was all out of his hair, you took the comb, slicked his hair back and sprayed it so it would stay in place. “All done! Now can I leave?!” you said impatiently. Without saying a word to you he stuck his head around the door.

“Not just yet” he said, looking over your shoulder. “Miss F is walking down the hall.”

“That’s not my problem!” you said defiantly  You turned to leave but he suddenly spun you around and held you close, his hands on your hips and your noses almost touching.  You went to push him away, but he held firm staring in your eyes with an intensity you had never seen before, he said slowly and quietly  “Just look this way.” You heard the door open.

“Honestly, Jaebeom? Here?” Said the teacher. She gestured towards where you both stood.

“Well, what can I do Miss?” Said Jaebeom with a smirk “We needed somewhere more…private for our date! People were running around everywhere!” You turned red and resisted the urge to gag. If you got in trouble because of him…

 “I really didn’t need to know” Said Miss F, “You wouldn’t have anything to do with 12 chickens would you?” You choked! So THAT explains the chicken trouble.

“Nothing Miss.” Said Jaebeom innocently.  She eyed him suspiciously, of course she wouldn’t believe a word he said, he was IM JAEBEOM!

“So, what’s all THAT on the floor?” she asked looking at the mess of straw and feathers from Jaebeom’s hair. He opened his mouth to speak but you jumped in quickly,

“That was me, Miss!! You told me to work on my texturing in art class so I decided to use feathers, sorry for the confusion.” and you hastily bent to pick them up. It didn’t sound believable to you at all but you hoped and prayed to all the gods that she would fall for it; and anyway, you weren’t lying, she HAD asked you to work on your texturing in art class.

“I see…” the teacher said quietly. It seemed to you that she was deciding whether to believe this lie, “Well, whatever the case get out of the classroom you know  they’re out of bounds at lunchtime.” And with that she left the room.

“Happy chicken hunting Miss!” called Jaebeom after her. When you were sure she had gone you stood up and stared incredulously at him,

 “I swear to God Jaebeom! You let loose twelve chickens in the school?!”

Jaebeom chuckled “Nope, I let loose 11.”

“So why- “

“We tagged them, but we purposely missed out number eleven and wrote twelve instead! They’ll be looking for that twelfth chicken for hours!” Then he considered you “You’re a good sport you know.” He said, looking over you. “I like your quick thinking!”

“I didn’t have a choice!” you said exasperated.

“Be honest with yourself. You like the thrill.”

“Not a bit.” You replied adamantly.

“We’ll see…” he said tentatively. He winked and left the room. UGH! Jaebeom! At least you didn’t get caught.

“Chickens, that really did top last year’s oak tree situation…” You muttered to yourself, “Clever of them to mis-tag the chickens!” You laughed quietly at how Senior Prank day had gone. Definitely not how you had expected. At that moment your phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number

“Told you 😉-JB.”

[morethansky]

WIP Game

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

Thanks for the tag, @wolveria! Only listing the ones with more than 1k written, because otherwise we'd be here all night. Bolded the ones that I've already started posting for reference.

Miscellaneous Star Wars

Mend This Old Wound (Obi-Wan/Maul)

the chains are the easy part (Obi-Wan/Maul)

down that wild road (Obi-Wan/Maul)

A Future for Us (Echo/Fives, Jesse/Kix, Cody/Obi-Wan, Barriss/Ahsoka)

wait for the warm sun to return (Echo/Fives)

lay down the scepter and crown (Cody/Rex)

Tomorrow Bright Before Us (Rex/Anakin)

Departure (Anakin/Ahsoka)

A Symmetry to Such Things (Thrawn/Eli)

Intoxication and Ecstasy (Thrawn/Eli)

sendoff kisses (Thrawn/Eli)

skybridger soulmate au (Ezra/Luke)

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Another Way Back (Crosshair/Hunter)

sift through the ash and dust (Crosshair/Hunter)

the side effects that save us (Crosshair/Hunter)

your laugh through the wall (Crosshair/Hunter)

settle down my shivered bones (Crosshair/Hunter)

coming back from what seemed a ruin (Crosshair/Hunter)

happily ever after first date (Crosshair/Hunter)

tantiss amnesia (Crosshair/Hunter)

A Fragment of My People's History (Tech/Wrecker)

lead me to the ark (Tech/Wrecker)

so put down the knife (Tech/Wrecker, Wrecker/Clone X)

Lupin

And All My Tomorrows (Ben/Assane)

a love that will see you through (Ben/Assane)

darling, without you i'll go on searching (Ben/Assane)

Transformers

Revision Within a Rigid Framework (Megatron/Optimus)

Paradise Elusive (Megatron/Optimus)

soundrod fix-it (Cyberverse, Soundwave/Rodimus)

K-pop/C-pop

in this life we're the perfect match (Jackson/Yixing)

the most beautiful melody (SDC, Qiao Zhi/Huang Xiao)

love is a kind of faith (SDC, Qiao Zhi/Huang Xiao)

i wish only to face the sea (SDC, Qiao Zhi/Huang Xiao)

want you for my whole life (GOT7, Jackson/Jinyoung)

let's start again from the beginning (GOT7, Mark/Youngjae)

DC

camboy au (Bruce/Dick)

fairy tale identity porn (Dick/Damian)

dickroywill (Young Justice, Dick/Roy, Dick/Will)

Others

The Universe Ablaze (Part 3 of Supernova) (ATLA, Zuko/Aang)

always a space for you and me (Good Omens)

telling my own fortune (Good Omens)

The Dawn Breaking (MDZS, Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji)

Kintsugi (TGCF, Shi Qingxuan/He Xuan)

just to be awake in the same world as you (Staged RPF)

survive more, love harder (TMNT 2012, Leo/Raph)

Jfc, this is so chaotic, and seeing them laid out like this breaks my brain. Ask away!

If you're seeing this, you're tagged!

[sweetestofchaos]

Gang7 Ultimate Master List

Follow the Got7 gang as they learn to balance love, death and all the in between

𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖭𝗈𝗇𝖾 ~ 𝖱𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀: T

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𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖡𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗆 𝗑 𝖠𝗋𝗒𝗇 ~ 𝖱𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖬

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𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖩𝖺𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗈𝗆 𝗑 𝖫𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖺 ~ 𝖱𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖬

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