#im jaebum fanfic

[yiensaintlaurent]

00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

[jae-daddy]

mode

one

genre: romance, mature, melo  plot: two married people fall in love a/n: i know its written dull, but trust me on this.

You wake up everyday facing the balcony of your apartment. 

You never wake up to sunlight creeping in through the space between the blinds in your room. You always wake up just before the alarm, your shoes always placed perfectly so your feet slip into it as you sit on the edge. 

Every morning seems the same. The same monotonous day; the same routine. The same twenty steps around your bathroom, the same cups, the same jar holding the teabags. The same toast and eggs, the same same same same same same same same same same same. 

The same man always wakes up twenty minutes after you. 

You always just happen you be halfway through the door when he enters the kitchen. 

It’s the same bus ride to the same glass building. The same cubicle, the same work, same fake smiles and laughs, same stories. Same everything. 

Tonight you decide to make stew for dinner. But is it really a decision when you make it at least five times a month?

He comes in at nine tonight. 

You tell him to put the dinner away. You get into your bed, and close your eyes. 

Sleep never comes easy, but you close your eyes anyway. 

Your doctor told you to close your eyes even if you’re not sleeping. 

Let the eyes rest. 

But you can feel it moving underneath your eyelids, and now you can feel a migraine forming at the front of your head. 

You feel the bed dip beside you. You remain on your side, ignoring him. You even out your breath, you are asleep. 

I am sleeping. You say it as a mantra over and over again. 

It works tonight. He faces the other side, you hear his phone click open. 

He stays on that phone forever. 

The sounds of the clicking on the keyboard, the endless Tiktoks. Your head is about to burst, you are about to burst. 

And just when you cannot take it anymore, he lets out an obnoxious yawn. You ease, and he relaxes and sleeps. 

You close your eyes waiting for sleep to take you away, but it does last long. 

A few hours, and then you wake up to your balcony again. 

The slippers slide onto your feet. Your pink brush remains where you left it yesterday. 

The cup you sip your tea from as you stare out the window is the same one as yesterday. You got it as a gift from your sister one birthday. It was one of those horrifically cringe ones that says ‘The Greatest Sister Ever.’ 

You both had a fight a day before your birthday. 

You were slipping into your heels when your husband enters the kitchen. 

“Thank you,” he says just like every morning. You give him a small smile. 

Normally that is the end of it, but today there is more, “We have to go to dinner tonight.” 

You still in your actions and look up to meet his eyes. It was like looking at a stranger but worse, you couldn’t even tell what he was thinking. 

But he could read the confusion on your face, “It’s my mum’s birthday.” 

You nod, before looking at the calendar behind him. Even from the door you could see the pink marker around the date. You give him another plain smile, “I’ll pick up a gift on the way back.” 

“It’s okay,” he says, and you’re thankful for it. “I’ll pick up something.”

“Okay,” you say, and slip your shoes on completely. You stand awkwardly for a second, and he looks at you too. How can you live with someone for twelve months and feel like complete strangers with them?

“Have a good day,” he says. Your lips part, and the silence stretches for a bit too long, but you finally manage,“You too.”

You escape before anymore awkward pleasantries pass between you. 

The bus is busy like always. You find a space and smile at the girl already sitting there. 

You let out a deep breath, and then inhale. You do it three more times, and a place a hand on your chest. Your heart was beating so fast, but you didn’t know why. 

Apart from the mild heart-attack (it wasn’t actually a heart-attack, you googled it), the rest of the day was the same. The court room was the same, you had lunch with the same two girls, at the same lunchroom. The bus ride was the same; awful, humid and tiresome.

But tonight when you went home, you didn’t cook dinner. 

Instead you showered, and changed into a pretty pale yellow dress. You did your hair into a nice pretty bun. You put on makeup and the lipstick that matches you so perfectly you save it for special occasions. 

You get on your knees and pull out the box with your special heels. 

You were going to meet your in-laws, you had to look nice. 

Once ready, you took a look in the mirror. 

You looked pretty. 

How long had it been since you dressed up? 

Your husband came soon after. He gave you a small smile as he took you in. You took in the pink wrapped box in his hand, and then your eyes went to the bouquet of flowers in the other. 

He placed them both on the table next to the fruit bowl. 

He went into the bathroom, and you stared at the flowers. 

You wanted flowers too. 

Growing up you never wanted to live in an apartment. You wanted to live in a house with a lawn or the country-side, somewhere where you could plant an entire garden. You would plant every flower you could get your hands on. It didn’t even have to look pretty as long as they bloomed you were happy with it. 

You made a few attempts to plant in the apartment when you first moved in. The proof of that lies brown and dry in colourful flower pots outside on the balcony. 

You didn’t realise you were staring at the flowers the entire time until he emerged from the bedroom. 

He looked good. 

He was good-looking. 

The white shirt and casual blazer you laid out for him, hoping he would wear it, looked good on him. 

You didn’t say anything though. He didn’t too, only, “Ready?”

It wasn’t a question really, more like ready or not here we go. He picked up the keys, the gift, and bunch of flowers. You picked up the tiny handbag you prepared for the night and followed him outside. 

Maybe Uber rides were more comfortable than this. 

The last time you set in one, they asked how your day was at the very least. 

This was one of the few rare occasions you and your husband were made to be in each other’s company completely. Normally, the timings never matched up or there was someone else, or some other distraction. 

People said this is common in arranged marriages. Reassurances and promises of everything working out were passed out to you like candies to a kid on Halloween. 

You just stared out the window, you wished you could put the window down. 

You wished you were in an Uber. 

Your in-laws were good people. 

Your mother-in-law, Jenny, always was in good hopes. She shared the same smile as her son and daughter, but you saw it more on her than anyone else. 

Your husband handed you the gift and kept the flowers for himself. You hand her the pink box and she gushes, excitement evident in her voice, but she still reassures you that you shouldn’t have. 

You’re polite with them. You smile, you laugh, you talk. 

Whenever you’re with them or your own family, or whenever anyone else is around you and your husband, it feels like you’re outside your body. This woman is not you, it’s your husband’s wife. 

“My son,” she places a sloppy kiss on your husbands cheek, he grimaces but his smile is bigger making his eyes disappear. Your heart feels like a mini heart-attack again, but its nothing, google said it was nothing. 

You hug your sister-in-law Jae-e, instead. She hugs you back tightly, before complementing your lipstick, and your smile is true this time. 

Your lipstick was made for you. 

“Justin has come a long way,” you agree after Jae-e finishes her fifteen minute monologue about Justin Bieber’s highs and lows. She was a firm supporter of Selena, but she believes love changes and happens where it needs to, and Justin and Haley are together now. 

You didn’t know much about Justin, you did back in middle school. Your best friend was a die-hard fan. 

“Who’s Justin?” Your husband asks. 

“Justin Bieber,” Jae-e rolls her eyes annoyed with her brother. Your sister and you were the same, it was like you were always teenagers no matter how much time passed. 

“He only knows one JB,” she slides the comment towards you, you snort slightly, and her brother ignores it. 

Or at least he tries to because he begins asking her about her new book. 

The betrayal in her eyes is so funny, you had to bite your lip to hide your grin. 

“It’ll probably be done before I get the chance to play with mum’s grandchild,” she’s proud of her reply, but instantly regrets it when her mother’s head snaps towards you and your husband. 

You are frozen in place, your eyes on the sizzler plate. You wonder if it was still hot; and if so, how much would it burn the big mouthed twat. 

“Yes!” Your mother-in-law gushes, and you start screaming inside. You’re surprised no one can hear you, in a way you are lucky no one can. She continues her loud words and each word makes your ears bleed, “WHEN DO I GET TO PLAY WITH MY GRANDCHILD?!”

She goes on and on. Some other couple who got married after you already has a kid. Another just announced their pregnancy. 

You sat there staring at the plate, and then at the white table cloth. 

White table cloth is so impractical. It basically just highlights all the mistakes a person makes. This family of five does not know how to take out their dishes properly and now there’s stains all over.   

It was your father-in-law who finally stepped in, and said “That’s enough. This is not table conversation.” 

You liked your father-in-law. 

You bow and say goodbye to your in-laws. It was about time. 

Your stomach was so full you were going to explode, and the heel straps were cutting into your skin. You were sure your lipstick had faded away by now. 

All you wanted to do was go home and sleep. 

But you have work tomorrow- no, tomorrow is Saturday!

But you were still excited to feel sleepy, maybe you’ll actually sleep and knock out completely. 

Your thoughts got cut-off when you opened the door of your car. 

“Oh,” you gasped as you picked up a flower from your seat. You showed it to your husband who stood there on his side of the car. “This must have fallen out.”

He bit his lip and then nodded, “Must have.” 

He entered the car. 

You were smiling when you buckled into your seat. You hummed along to songs playing, and looked out the window. You were okay with having the windows up. 

The entire ride, you twirled the flower between your fingers, the yellow petals fluttering with each turn. 

You wanted flowers. 

When you get home, you head straight to the bathroom. The twenty steps increase by three as you place the flower into the cupholder. You stare it for a good minute. 

You strip, shower and change into your pyjamas. 

You watch as your husband as he goes into the bathroom. 

Tonight you wanted it. Tonight you were not going to fall asleep. 

Tonight you watched the light beneath the door. Tonight you didn’t realise as sleep took over you. 

You woke up the next day. No alarm. 

Your slippers sliding onto your feet. Twenty steps around your bathroom. 

The cup- oh. 

You halted in your steps. 

The cup on the table, breakfast spread out and ready. 

Your husband putting on his shoes as he’s rushing out the door. He looks frantic. You want to call out to him, what do you call him? 

He catches sight of you before that, “Office emergency.” 

You nod, smiling, telling him its okay. 

He hesitates, and then the door closes behind him. 

You look over the breakfast. 

Same cup. Same bread and toast. Same egg. Same table. Same room. Same apartment. 

But somehow different. 

[sinnobuns]

Okay so I have a shitload of requests for Day6 and Guki was the Day6 admin so those requests are gonna be deleted due to me not having even the slightest feeling for who they are as people. If it were under any other circumstance I would be happy to recruit a Day6 admin but this is ultimately my decision and my blog so we are gonna start over with that specific area. As of right now, requests are closed but I'm gonna look over what we had in the drafts and see what I can get back into and push out for you guys in order to stay relevant.

I am partial to got7 as they are my BG but I would be willing to try my hand at say, Monsta X or EXO. BTS is not totally out of the question but I AM super rusty at solo writing. I am a thousand percent sure it's gotten a lot better over the years but I think it's gonna be a process getting back into it for sure. I would also be willing to explore SVT in the future but as of now, as mentioned above, I am keeping requests closed for the time being. I would imagine I could get a few things done before the new year and start to open reqs again.

In the meantime, I want y'all to know how grateful I am to be able to come back to this blog and do what I can to make up for that massive absence I had, and if anyone wants to request got7 stuff on my main blog you can do so here.

All my love,

-- Admin Def

[got7paradisejust4u]

GOT7 Reaction - Their Girlfriend Having A Wide Vocal Range

Post Date 3rd May 2022

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

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Youngjae - *He’d happily sit there for hours listening to you sing, keeping his eyes on you constantly with hearts in them*

Yugyeom - *He’d get so shy and blushy when you manage to hit notes, he’d get so jealous but so proud of you*

Mark - *He’d always tell you how much he loves your voice and tell you that you have so much potential in a singing career, wanting the best for you*

BamBam - *He’d tease you that you’re off key or you can’t go low or high enough, but in reality, he’s so jealous that he doesn’t have that range*

Jinyoung - *He’d be so impressed and would love to sing with you all the time, almost making it a competition for own confidence deep down but by god would he be amazed*

Jaebum - *He’d be speechless, listening to you and smirking. He’d brag to the highest heavens about your voice and how lucky he is to be with someone so talented*

Jackson - *He’d absolutely freak out, wanting to show everyone what you can do and would be so proud. He’d be your NO.1 fan and supporter*

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O Canto da Sereia

queria dizer q a emoção de ter feito uma capinha aZUL e bonitinha pela primeira vez depois de ter parado de editar foi bao demais, tudo graças à alli q me motivou pelo pedido🙏🏻. duas versões pq na hora de finalizar, sem querer a saturação tava baixa; olhei, pensei, e foi. a sortuda eh a mais azulada, no entanto ~

22.08.22

[daintydoie]

right where you left me

pairing: im jaebeom × park jinyoung (got7/jjp)

wc: 10.3k || 4/4 chapters

tags: post-break up, exes, friends to lovers, past relationship(s), flashbacks, fluff and angst

language: english

excerpt from chapter 1

The sun reaches its highest point on this chilly Saturday afternoon. Although there aren’t an overwhelming number of cars today, Jinyoung makes an effort to leave his house earlier than usual. He hasn’t seen his family in around 4 months due to his incredibly busy job, and him and his sisters made a bet on who could get to their parents’ house first. With an overnight bag in the passenger seat and his hands on the steering wheel, Jinyoung drives through the high rise buildings and billboards.

He reaches the main bridge that connects the city to the small towns in the countryside. It’s been a while since he passed this bridge, fewer cars here than he expected. After a couple more minutes, he sees his old hometown.

Although Jinyoung came to visit many times before, his hometown still gives off a timeless feel. The grass green and well kept, the simple rustic style of the houses, the neighbourhood children biking with their friends outside. It seemed like most of it stayed the same, minus the residents perhaps. Jinyoung drives past the other houses, as if he was in his school bus coming back home. He finds a house with a dark brown exterior and parks in front of it. Even though his parents are planning to have it repainted, he’ll miss the old brown wood color of their house. He takes his bag from the passenger seat and exits the car. The path leading to the door has small weeds, and his mother’s outdoor plants still look very much alive. He lifts his hand to ring the doorbell, but he hears someone opening the front door.

“The dishwasher has finally arrived!” His oldest sister, Minyoung, answers the door. Jinyoung looks at her, confused. While leaving his shoes near the doorway, he sees his other sister, Hwayoung, in the middle of eating lunch. “Huh? Since when did both of you get here?” “Half an hour ago.” Hwayoung answers while moving to the side and patting the seat next to her. “You guys left earlier, didn’t you?” He puts his bag down. “We left at noon, you’re just salty that you lost the bet!” Minyoung sticks her tongue at him while walking back to the dining table.

“Jinyoung, my son!” His mother gives him a warm hug and kisses his cheek. “I hope the dishes aren’t too much for you.” “Don’t worry mom, I’ll wash them all.” He side eyes his sisters, snickering while shoving kimchi rice in their mouths. “Jinyoung!” His dad calls him over. “Sit down and eat before Minyoung and Hwayoung finish it all.” Jinyoung hangs his coat and sits next to Hwayoung at the table. His mother hands him a bowl of kimchi stew and puts bulgogi on his plate. He takes a spoonful of the stew, still tastes the same even after so long, like the times he requested his mother to make it while he does his homework.

While he catches up with the rest of his family, they hear the doorbell ring. His mom stands up and goes to answer the door. “Oh, Mrs. Im!” The siblings look to the door. “Oh! I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” “No, don’t worry!” The rest of the family politely greet Mrs. Im. “Nice to know the kids came to visit. Um, could I ask for some extra ingredients? I’ll pay you back after today.” “Yes, of course! What do you need?” “Just some tofu. My son decided to surprise me with a visit today!”

Jinyoung suddenly stops eating. Jaebeom’s back? Why would he be back?

Minyoung and Hwayoung notice, and they look at their little brother worryingly. Hwayoung gently places her hand on Jinyoung’s shoulder to try and comfort him.

“Jaebeom? Isn’t he supposed to be in America?” “That’s what I thought too! When I saw him at the doorstep, I told him: What are you doing here?!” Mrs. Im laughs at her own story. “Turns out they gave him a week off, and he flew all the way here! He’s staying at some hotel but he dropped by earlier. He’ll come back here again since I’m preparing dinner for him.”

Jinyoung stands up from the table and goes to the fridge to look for tofu. He finds it and gives it to Mrs. Im. “Oh, thank you Jinyoung!” She takes it from him. “Wow! You look so mature! And so do Minyoung and Hwayoung!” She turns to his mother. “You raised such diligent adults.” His mother proudly smiles at her children. “Oh, Jinyoung! Jaebeom is just walking around in this area, do you want me to call him and tell him you’re here too?”

“Oh no, you don’t have to.” Jinyoung hesitates a bit with his answer. “I’ll just find him and surprise him myself.”

They wave Mrs. Im goodbye and return to the table. Minyoung and Hwayoung give each other a look, surprised with Jinyoung’s answer. They say nothing and continue eating, occasionally glancing at their brother.

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[ahgaseda]

aura | one

driving me crazy, look in my eyes, follow me, come here, dance with me now, I’m gonna make you feel like that...

summary : back again at a camp for kids that can’t behave, you are still brokenhearted over your ill-fated romance with Jaebeom, until your friend Jackson offers to help make your ex jealous in exchange for helping him land the most unattainable girl at camp.

warnings : strong profanity, explicit dialogue, recurring alcohol or recreational drug use, graphic sexual content, brief mentions of illegal activities, potentially triggering elements involving toxic relationships and emotional manipulation, etc.

miniseries chapters : one / two / three / four / five / six / seven

The sun was too bright. Rays pierced the gossamer curtains and shone into your eyes. You vaguely recollected your mother bursting in and throwing the windows open, ordering you to get up. Now, the sun had risen and you were cutting it close.

With a grumble, you threw the blanket over your head and rolled over, eager to sleep the day away. And maybe tomorrow, too.

Being in a constant state of denial and dread was exhausting.

Slowly, you drifted back into a dream. Well, maybe less a dream and more a memory. Perhaps it was all a fantasy at this point, the way you recounted it, lingering on only the good parts.

You remembered every insignificant detail of that night - the night you reached your greatest high and deepest low in the span of an hour. The moon had been full and the crickets were singing. The air had cooled from its typical summer heat, but the dirt was warm beneath your bare toes.

Sneaking off in the middle of the night with a boy. You would have never in your wildest dreams done something so reckless.

But he said he wanted to watch the stars and kiss you beneath the moonlight. Endlessly. You escaped with him down the beaten path, his hand wrapped tightly around yours. Then, he backed you against a tree and kissed you like he had completely run out of patience.

You remembered smiling against his mouth, giggling when his tongue teased your bottom lip. Your hands were on his shoulders while he cradled your face. At some point, you broke away and he stared at the sparkles in your eyes.

“I love you,” was all he said. The first of many lies.

You followed him. It didn’t matter where he went, you were ready to follow him off the edge of the earth if he asked. Jaebeom held you so tenderly, yet tight and secure. You had no hesitations and certainly no regrets when he laid you on your back, kissing you restlessly.

But it was a lie.

You moaned his name when Jaebeom pressed his lips to your neck. You could still remember how your heart thundered uncontrollably whilst he tongued his way between your breasts. You had never wanted someone as badly as you wanted Jaebeom. The boy who made you fall in love with him.

But it was all a lie.

Even the way you whimpered when he took you was a persistent echo in your mind. The noises he had drawn from you were carnal, to say the least. His skin was hot beneath your fingertips, his hair damp when you tangled your hand through his strands, and his naked body heavy on top of yours. He kissed you with such gentle affection when he buried himself inside you.

But it was still a lie.

You truly believed he was making love to you, every last inch of you. He was all you knew in that moment. With Jaebeom, you lived like there was no tomorrow. And you would never forget the way his face tensed with ecstasy, how he groaned your name when he filled you. All you cared about in that moment was his pleasure - his love. It was all you ever wanted.

But it was his biggest lie.

You opened your eyes, tears escaping down your cheeks, and forced away the bitter memories. Every beautiful moment spent with Jaebeom kept coming back and you wanted to set them all aflame until you forgot every single fucking detail.

You remembered how he smelled, how he felt. How his arms flexed around you when he hugged you close. How he smiled when he made you laugh. How he kissed your hand at the most random of times. How he whispered his love into the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

Your heart couldn’t take it anymore. What was once sugar on your tongue turned to ash and dust in your mouth. You didn’t think you were capable of this much pain.

Jaebeom had taught you a very hard lesson. And yet, though you would never admit it to anyone, you still loved him.

Suddenly, the door to your bedroom burst open and a familiar voice announced, “Rise and shine, dear!”

It belonged to your best friend, your childhood rival, and most inconveniently, your next door neighbor.

“Jackson,” you groaned, muffled against your pillow. “Not now. Go away.”

“Baby, you know we on a schedule,” he chirped with the speed of a man who had already ingested too much coffee, grabbing your comforter and ripping it off the bed without mercy.

You cried out at the unexpected cold on your bare legs, curling into the fetal position to try and trap some warmth to your body. You then bounced lightly on the mattress as Jackson leapt into the air and landed on your bed in the most spectacular fashion.

His face moved predictably before yours, inches away, and he was sporting a grin that could be filed under Jackson’s trademarked twisted delight. “It’s camp day,” he said excitedly.

You blinked. “I know.”

Jackson sat up and reached over to smack your butt. “Get up,” he yelled, sidling off your bed. “Breakfast will get cold.”

You huffed profanities under your breath and clambered after him.

Downstairs, your mother and stepfather sat at the kitchen table. Maids attended to them, waiting on their every move. Such was commonplace in the penthouses of preternaturally wealthy people.

“Ah, I knew you could handle it, Jackson,” your mother crooned.

Jackson plopped down at one end of the table, opposite your stepfather with his nose buried in a newspaper. You finished tying the knot of your fluffy bathrobe and took the empty seat across from your mother.

“Everything is packed and loaded in the car,” she informed, her tone a little harsher where you were concerned.

“I promise, Mom,” you began, eyes cast downward. “I won’t go back there again.”

It was true. You were so caught up in negative ways of coping that by the time you realized you were going to get yourself sent back to the one place you would be forced to see Jaebeom again, it was too late.

“Well, if only you had found that resolve last year,” she chided, stabbing a piece of melon with her fork.

You clocked a glance at your friend. Jackson happily stuffed his face, eating everything in sight. Despite living in the penthouse next to yours, with his equally wealthy parents, Jackson opted to eat at your table more often than not.

Preferably so he wouldn’t have to listen to his parents fighting.

“Can we expect the same promise from you, Jackson?” your mother asked, as if she were speaking to her favorite puppy.

She always did love Jackson. He was like the son she never had. Although, in her defense, it wasn’t hard to love Jackson. He was the golden child that every mother’s wet dream was made of.

“Absolutely not,” he retorted politely, grinning from ear to ear. “Some of my closest friends are at that camp.”

Your mother chuckled, having expected as much.

Your stepfather finally lowered the corner of his paper and called your name sternly, as if oblivious - or uncaring - to the conversation taking place.

You glanced up.

“Eat your food. It’s a long drive and I’ll hear nothing of you getting faint on your first day.”

Jackson and your mother both looked to you expectantly.

You flashed him a soft smile and said, “Yes, sir.”

Stepfather number three, despite having more money than God, was surprisingly kind and considered you one of his own. There was a time you overheard him say you were the daughter he always wanted. His three sons had far surpassed mischief and landed in deviance, always on the hunt for his money.

The maid offered sweetly to make you some breakfast, whatever you would like, and you accepted. Jackson swiftly reached over and pinched your cheek in approval.

Most respectable parents would never be so lenient toward a friendship between a girl and a boy, but you knew your mother was hoping you and Jackson would get together. It would be a fine match in high society, given the status of your fathers.

Matter of fact, when she walked in on the two of you eating chocolate and watching movies while cuddled in bed, she was thoroughly disappointed you weren’t having sex.

When you finished eating, you dragged your feet upstairs to your room to get dressed for the trip. Jackson took a few extra minutes to clear his plate and then joined you.

Standing in front of three full panel mirrors in your bra and underwear, you alternated holding skirts up to yourself in the reflection. Jackson folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“What does one wear for total humiliation?” you asked dryly, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“Plaid probably,” he quipped, uncrossing his arms and slipping into your closet.

You turned, brow furrowed, and waited for him to come back.

When Jackson finally emerged, he tossed you a t-shirt and jeans. Casual at its finest.

You caught the clothes and surveyed them in surprise. “Really?”

“Put ‘em on,” he said, clapping his hands. “Let’s blow this town.”

You pulled the extra tight jeans on, fastening them with a huff, and pestered, “Do you have to be this excited?”

Jackson came close, taking your face between his hands and pushing your cheeks together. “The sooner we get there, the faster we can get drunk.”

You snickered, rolling your eyes.

The two of you came thundering down the stairs, reminiscent of times you and Jackson slid down the banisters as noisy kids. Your mother waited stiffly at the door, almost cracking a smile when you galloped into the kitchen and pressed a kiss in farewell to your stepfather’s cheek.

She may have been after his money like a cat on a mouse, but she inadvertently found a decent father for her only daughter.

Jackson said his hurried, loud goodbyes and slipped through the open door. You slowed down long enough to take your jacket from your mother’s waiting hand and endure one last scrutinizing gaze.

“Is he seeing someone?” she asked softly.

“Nope,” you chuckled, having expected some backhanded remark about your outfit.

Your mother spoke like she read a whimsical poem, “The two of you would make the most perfect couple this side of the Hudson.”

“Love you, too, Mom,” you teased, pecking a kiss on her cheek and trotting out the door.

The limousine rolled out onto the busy streets of New York City and you peered through the tinted windows. You watched as the looming skyscrapers turned to towering green trees.

As the drive went on, your nerves only grew.

With misplaced optimism, you turned to Jackson and said, “Maybe he won’t be there this year.”

Jackson didn’t even look up from his magazine and droned, “He’s been there every year since he was seven.”

You slumped in your seat, defeated. Clapping a hand on your forehead in self-chastisement, you groaned, “I should have been better, not worse.”

Jackson shifted, leaning back against you and resting his head on your chest. “I’ve never seen you so out of control,” he exclaimed, turning a page in the magazine. “And that says a lot.”

It said plenty. Jackson had warned you about Jaebeom many, many times. Though you held his opinion in high regard, you didn’t listen. You were blinded by love and had no one to blame but yourself.

You grabbed a handful of his brown hair and tugged playfully, earning a tiny whine. “Yeah, well,” you murmured, acerbic. “He stole all of the goodness out of me.”

Jackson scoffed and his tone became stern, “Don’t give him so much credit. And don’t put all of your goodness on your virginity, for fuck’s sake.”

You sighed loudly, thinking about Jaebeom and how he made your pulse race, how he sent fire racing down your spine. The thought of him made you want to cry and you quickly clenched your jaws.

“It’s true though, isn’t it? I’m a bad girl now,” you countered, draping your arm over his chest. “I surrendered my virtuous flower to a boy who added another notch to his bed post.”

Of your memories with Jaebeom, and they were countless, among the stolen kisses and soft touches and sweet words, one stood out above all the rest. The last time you saw him - when he told you it was all a lie, just a game.

That he never loved you.

Jackson sat up, setting down his magazine and facing you. He could feel where your thoughts had wandered, screaming at him to ease the pain despite no words leaving your mouth. Meeting your eyes, Jackson wanted you to hear him even though the two of you had been over it many times already.

“You loved him,” he said, sympathetic but firm. “And he made it a good experience for you. Take that away from it.”

“You’re right,” you replied with a nod, holding back the tears and the quivering of your lip. “I need to let it go.”

Jackson cocked his head and pressed, “But?”

He knew you too well.

“But I can’t,” you whispered, lowering your head to hide your face in shame. “I can’t get over being in love with someone who never - not even for a moment - loved me back.”

Jackson balled his hands into fists. It had taken every inch of his goddamn restraint not to hop a plane, show up at Lim Jaebeom’s house, and beat the living shit out of him. You and his mother were the only people he was willing to go to jail for.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wiped away the one tear that had escaped. You hated Jackson having to see you like this, staring at you like his precious wounded puppy. With a shrug, you gave a scoff and said, “I wonder who he will have his eyes on this year.”

Jackson frowned and settled back into his seat, shaking his head where the likes of Jaebeom was concerned. He knew three months of unadulterated fun for him were going to be total misery for you. For days he racked his brain over what he could do to help you get over Jaebeom.

Then, the metaphorical light bulb clicked over his head. Who would Jaebeom be pursuing this year? With you crossed off his list, there were simply no more challenges to be had.

Jackson smirked. The solution to this problem was clear as day. He would have to make Jaebeom chase you again.

“I have an idea,” Jackson muttered under his breath, eyes gleaming with devilish intent.

“Oh, boy,” you laughed, recognizing his telltale mischief.

Jackson faced you, propping himself on hands positioned at either side of your legs. “You help me bag Yeona and I will help you make Jaebeom jealous,” he said, letting his tongue linger at the corner of his mouth.

Your expression registered nothing but surprise. Yeona was the bane of Jackson’s romantic skills and the eye of his conquests for years. She was the only girl at camp not the least bit impressed with him and that drove him crazy.

At that thought you realized the similar dynamic. “Do you think that would work?” you asked curiously, piqued.

Relieved to see your approval, Jackson nodded. “He’s like me. He wants what he can’t have.”

To some degree, Jackson added in his head. He and Jaebeom had totally different motivations for stealing hearts.

You questioned in disbelief, “So… what? We just walk around making out all the time?”

Jackson snorted. “Within moderation, obviously. Don’t want to completely turn off either of our targets.”

One of the main reasons you never hooked up with Jackson (on more than one occasion you had been tempted) was to spite your insufferable mother after what she had put you through. That being said, you had kissed him more than once. Usually when dared to do so at parties or during sleepovers when you bared your deepest, darkest secrets to each other. It was always innocent, but this felt forbidden and impure.

You loved the idea.

“Hm, okay,” you said, noncommittal. “At this point, I’ll do anything to make him as miserable as I am.”

Jackson grinned and chuckled. “Take my word for it. There is nothing more miserable than blue balls.”

You pursed your lips, mulling, “He’s already had me. He won’t want me again.”

“I’ll convince him you’re worth having,” Jackson replied, his voice a deep rumble in his throat. “And you’ll do the same to Yeona about me.”

“What makes you think Yeona will be that hard to get? You’ve never really pursued her before.”

Jackson slid to the edge of the seat and reached for a bottle of alcohol currently sitting on ice. “She doesn’t believe in sex before marriage.”

That explained why he threw in the towel so quickly. You cocked a brow and chuckled, “Really?”

Jackson nodded, popping open the bottle of champagne and grabbing two glasses. “Yeah, even wears a promise ring.”

“Wow, that’s commitment,” you smarted, taking the flute of bubbly he extended to you.

Jackson glanced up briefly before pouring his own glass, hair falling in his eyes, and said, “Don’t wallow in self-pity again.”

You rolled your eyes and quickly defended, “No, I’m not. It’s just… I wasn’t saving myself for marriage, but I was saving myself for someone that loved me.”

Jackson exhaled loudly.

You hated hearing his disappointment and ranted irritably, “I don’t know what all the fuss is about. It wasn’t even good. There was no leg shaking orgasm. It was messy and uncomfortable and whatever.”

“That’s because it was your first time,” Jackson said, putting the glass to his lips.

You took a sip. “Yeah, I guess.”

Jackson leaned on his side, sizing you up. His eyes drifted up and down your body. He hated seeing you bent out of shape over a boy, least of all hot garbage like Lim Jaebeom.

After a pause, the following words dripped like honey off his tongue, “We could fool around, you know.”

You almost choked on your champagne, wondering if you heard him clearly or if it was a figment of your imagination. You exclaimed, “What?”

“You and me,” Jackson continued, sidling closer. “I could show you what all the fuss is about.”

He sounded so smug when he said that, his voice even deeper. You swallowed at the offer and asked, “Would that be awkward?”

“No, it would just be sex. No strings attached.”

The knife in your heart twisted and you peered at him. “Could you make me forget about Jaebeom?”

Jackson leaned in. “Baby, I could make you see stars.”

Heat flushed behind your cheeks and you glanced away, faltering under the sudden tension in the limousine. “I’ll think about it,” you finally told him.

Satisfied, Jackson grinned and made himself comfortable, opening the magazine again and proceeding to read.

You surveyed Jackson out of the corner of your eye, lingering on his thick thighs. Years of fencing had built him strong, sturdy. When Jackson said he could make you see stars, you were inclined to believe him.

Especially since the vast majority of his exes tended to brag about how good he was in bed.

You thought about Jaebeom. You wanted him to go crazy at the sight of you in Jackson’s arms. You craved revenge, to serve him a taste of his own medicine, no matter what it cost.

The car eventually came to a stop on the gravel road. Attendants were ready to unload your luggage and transport it to your respective rooms. It may have been a camp for unruly brats, but said brats came from very affluent parents.

An older woman stood by the gate, black hair glistening a little too fiercely in the sunlight. Clearly she had sprayed dye on her graying roots.

“Ah, you two again,” she grimaced at yours and Jackson’s approach.

You took the keys from her outstretched hand and continued on your way without a word. Jackson on the other hand, leaned in with puckered lips and jeered, “Always a pleasure, Miss Hamm.”

“Hmph.”

You continued on the path with your best friend in tow. Your cabin was in sight, on the bluff beside the lake. Jackson’s was adjacent, slightly lower down. Your parents made sure you had the same spots each year, always furnished and equipped with everything you needed.

Some of the campers lived in bunkhouses with other roommates, but not you. Your first year, you swore to your mother if you were forced to bunk with other girls you would not stop until you got yourself sent home. It was an easy compromise to make. She loved traveling during the summer with stepfather number two.

You stopped and pivoted to Jackson, saying, “I’m gonna go freshen up.”

“Alright,” he replied. “Meet at the mess hall?”

Naturally his mind was on food, you mused. “Of course.”

Jackson looped an arm around your waist and pulled you in for a hug, whispering in your ear, “Don’t hide in there from him. Remember - I got your back.”

You nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek in gratitude.

The two of you broke away at the fork in the road, taking opposite paths to your cabins.

Dropping your purse, you plopped down on the brand new mattress, gripping the sides and looking down at your shoes. The air conditioning had been turned on, the cabin had already cooled off. You would never know how hot it was outside whilst inside your pink-themed prison.

The camp was meant to reform. It didn’t matter that you were a legal adult, you still belonged to a rich and influential family in high society. It was like the parents knew their spoiled, entitled children would indulge in bad behaviors, therefore it was best they did so in controlled environments.

You already imagined the endless nights of booze and debauchery awaiting you for the next three months. Maybe it was time you embraced the darker side of life like you used to, rather than wasting away and pining over a boy.

Rising from the bed, you approached the nearby bathroom and braced your hands on the sink. Studying your reflection, you wanted to curse. You looked like a shadow of your former self.

The girl you knew was confident, vivacious, and a rebel to the core. You were quieter now, tempered. An experience like last summer had opened your eyes to how cruel the world really was.

Still, you were ready to buck up. Jackson had a plan and you were willing to execute if it meant you would have some kind of absolution. Splashing water on your face, you dabbed your cheeks with a cloth and headed outside.

The largest of the buildings, the mess hall was loud and chaotic. The majority of kids went straight to the line for food, hungry after a long trip. The place was alive with a hundred different conversations, varying levels of chatter. Friends reunited dramatically in the aisleways.

You searched for a friendly face, desperate to avoid Jaebeom for now, and spotted a head of platinum hair. Approaching the scrawny boy, you grabbed a handful of blond locks and teased, “Bam, I thought you were gonna let your poor scalp breathe?”

Bambam didn’t flinch at the brief tug on his head and turned to meet your grin with one of his own. “Hey, beautiful,” he exclaimed, leaping up to envelope you in a warm hug. “Thought you were gonna try and avoid this place for once?”

“Yeah, well,” you said coolly with a shrug. “Bad behaviors are hard to break.”

“You’re telling me,” huffed Bambam as he lowered back onto the row with you at his side. “I landed myself back here in the first week of the semester.”

You laughed, smoothing down where you had disrupted his hair. “I expect nothing less.” Looking across the table, you met eyes with Bambam’s best friend and partner in crime, Yugyeom, and greeted, “Hey, Yugy.”

“Hi. I’m glad you came back! Well, not glad, obviously, but…,” Yugyeom rambled, cheeks reddening. “Happy you’re here. You know, it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Thanks,” you replied shyly.

“Any sign of Jackson?” Bambam asked, glancing around. “Don’t you always come together?”

Yugyeom kindly pushed his plate of fruit in your direction and you thanked him. “Yeah, we did. He was supposed to meet me here,” you answered, popping a grape in your mouth.

“Probably sneaking a smoke with Mark,” Bambam grumbled quietly under his breath.

Yugyeom cleared his throat loudly, looking at something behind you.

Just as you turned around, brows stitched, someone sat at your side.

It was Jaebeom.

He didn’t face the table like the rest of you, he straddled the seat, squarely in your direction.

“Hi, baby girl. Imagine my surprise when I heard about all the trouble you got yourself into,” Jaebeom taunted, clicking his tongue in feigned reproach. His fingertips came to your temple, slipping through your loose hair and tucking it behind your ear.

You couldn’t breathe and you certainly couldn’t think. Your heart was pounding in your chest. He smelled so good. The mere touch of his fingers made you freeze in place. You wanted nothing more than to throw your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“I…,” you trailed, hesitating, lost for words. What the hell were you supposed to say?

I love you, but I hate you.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Jaebeom cooed, stroking a finger over your cheek. “Cat got your tongue?”

You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes. Even Yugyeom seethed at how Jaebeom was toying with you.

This was the humiliation you had been anticipating and dreading. You knew Jaebeom wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to remind you that he stole your heart and your virginity and left you with nothing.

The whole camp knew that you had given it up. That you had been such a fool to believe for a second that Jaebeom loved you.

Blind. Blind. Blind, you chanted in your head.

Jackson appeared out of thin air, grabbing Jaebeom’s wrist and pulling him from you. “Can I help you find something?” your best friend snapped.

Jaebeom rose, agitated at being challenged. “The fuck are you doing, Wang?”

Jackson drifted closer to Jaebeom, aggressive. “Keep your hands off my girl.”

Jaebeom’s eyes widened. “Your girl?”

“You heard me,” Jackson hissed, turning to you.

You remembered the game. Jackson’s eyes were expectant.

Finding your voice, you took a breath. “I’m so sorry to break the news to you, Jaebeom,” you began softly, rising from your seat and backing into Jackson, who didn’t miss a beat in wrapping his arms possessively around you. “I’ve moved onto bigger and better things. And I mean much, much bigger.”

Bambam beat his fist on the table, cackling wildly.

Jaebeom scowled, but there was skepticism bold in his eyes. Jackson promptly wiggled his brows and stroked his hands on your waist, intentionally making your shirt ride up.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us,” you sang, interlacing your fingers with Jackson’s underneath the hem of your shirt. “We’re gonna go make out in the hallway. Seeing Daddy get territorial really does it for me.”

Jackson wagged his tongue at Jaebeom, gladly laughing at his expense, as you squeezed his hand and proceeded to drag your best friend behind you into the hallway.

Jaebeom watched you go, eyes narrowed. Something didn’t sit right with him. He had known you for years, Jackson too. He couldn’t imagine driving you into Jackson’s arms. Not with how fierce and loyal your friendship was.

He didn’t believe it for a second.

Once in the clear, you backed against the wall and giggled. “Oh my god, did you see his face?” you exclaimed, covering your mouth as you chuckled.

Jackson tickled your sides and joked, “Look at your little sick and twisted self. I’m so proud.”

The door next to you opened and like clockwork, Jaebeom stepped out.

The grin vanished from your face in an instant and you quickly grabbed Jackson by the collar, yanking him forward. Jackson collided into you none too gently and grunted, silenced only by your lips suddenly on his.

Jaebeom could hardly believe his eyes. There you were, swept up in Jackson’s arms with your tongue down his throat. He was green with fucking envy. It had taken him a whole summer to open you up and now you were throwing yourself at Jackson of all people.

Jackson slipped his hands beneath your shirt and roamed his hands up your sides, giving Jaebeom a glimpse of your soft skin. You overlapped your arms around his head, making little noises in the heat of his kisses.

Jaebeom felt a twitch in his pants at the sounds you made. That was supposed to be him. You were supposed to be in his arms, kissing him like he was all you had thought about every day since he ripped your heart out and crushed it in his hand for all to see.

“Pfft,” Jaebeom snorted, hiding his jealousy. “Glad I could break her in for you, Jacks.”

Neither of you heard him, which was lucky for Jaebeom because Jackson would not have hesitated to beat him to a bloody pulp.

Jaebeom cleared out. He couldn’t stand to watch anymore. Not when he had spent every day wondering if you would forgive him. Jaebeom shook his head as he continued down the hall, reminded what a stupid fucking mistake he had made.

Kissing Jackson made you forget what you were doing, where you were, and basically any and all information you were meant to be processing at the moment. Finally a sense of clarity hit you, though you had no earthly clue where it had come from.

Breaking away, you panted, “Okay, if we’re gonna do this, we have to lay down some ground rules.”

Jackson kneaded your waist and nipped at your lips, ever flirtatious. His voice came out a rasp when he said, “Give ‘em to me.”

“No sleeping around,” you told him sternly. “I’ve never had a sexually transmitted disease and I’m not starting now.”

Jackson bobbed his head, eager to kiss you again. “Deal.”

“When you get Yeona or I get Jaebeom, what’s between us is done.”

“Agreed.”

You softened, pulling him close for a brief, innocent peck on the lips. It wasn’t the first time you had kissed Jackson and it wouldn’t be the last.

But you realized when you were kissing Jackson, you forgot about Jaebeom and your feelings.

And that was dangerous.

“You’re my best friend,” you whispered delicately, tracing hair from his brow lightly with your fingers. “If either of us starts getting feelings, we shut this down.”

Jackson studied you a moment. He knew he loved you. He had loved you a long time. But it was an innocent love, not a complicated one. You were the only person he trusted with his heart. The only person he knew would never hurt him.

He wouldn’t catch feelings for you, would he? It wasn’t in his nature. He didn’t allow himself to get attached romantically. He hated the idea of commitment or monogamy, after seeing what his parents’ marriage had devolved into.

“Got it,” Jackson finally said, offering a gentle smile.

You swallowed, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him back. Jaebeom was gone. There was no one to convince anymore.

Jackson let his hands slip from your body. “We should go back.”

You nodded. “Yeah, just give me a second.”

Jackson noted the heat on your face, the glistening of your lips and the twinkles in your eyes. Forget making you see stars, Jackson knew in that moment he could absolutely ruin you.

He gathered you back in his arms, pulling you flush against him, and as you peered up at him confusedly, Jackson growled, “Let’s go to my cabin.”

A long, heavy silence wrapped around you and him. The weight of what you were doing landed squarely on your shoulders. And despite that, you found yourself not giving a damn.

Lips tugging in a smile, you purred, “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

But even as Jackson led you by the hand out of the mess hall, you glanced over your shoulder, looking for Jaebeom.

Wanting him to see. Wanting it to hurt him. Wanting to make him crazy.

But mostly, just wanting him to love you.

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Producing Relationships | Im Jaebum

Word count: 729

Genre: angst, enemies to lovers, JB x female!reader

Requested: yes

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    Today was the day you were going to show GOT7 the song that you produced for them. You produced the song with one specific person in mind, so you really hoped they liked it. Though that may be a hard thing because that very same person happens to be someone that you butt heads with all the time.

    For some reason you and Jaebum were never on the same page when it came to the songs. He would always reject and critique anything that you showed him and when you tried to put your input with his songs, he would just go off on you. There were many times where the other boys would have to butt in to make sure you two didn’t kill each other and honestly, they were just tired of it all.

    When the boys came into the studio today, you excitedly played your song for them, while taking peeks at JB to see his reaction and of course he was stoic. Once the song was finished playing, the boys had immediately complimented it, all of them but JB did. Instead JB started to completely tear down the song. Saying how it was complete trash and that GOT7 would never sing a song like it.

    To say you were heartbroken by his words would be an understatement. You had produced it, thinking that it really suited Jaebum and hearing him say those words crushed you. Excusing yourself from the room, you quickly make your way into the restroom. In the restroom, you had let your tears fall. At this point you were just tired of everything. You just didn’t understand why JB was so harsh with you.

    When you finally left the restroom after collecting yourself, you were surprised by the presence of JB outside the door. At first neither of you said a word until the words “I’m sorry,” was uttered out by JB. Surprised by his words, you looked at him on shock, not knowing what to say to him, so he continued on, “I was a bit harsh back there, actually I’ve been rude to you ever since you’ve started working here.”

    “Really, you don’t say?” He glares at you for your remark, but goes on to say, “It’s just that…” He stops himself, not sure how to speak his thoughts. Impatiently, you begin to tap your foot. Annoyance easily rising within both of you, he quickly blurts out, “You’re a really good producer and I know you’re way more skilled than I am and I just jealous of all the amazing songs you’ve produced for us.”

    You were completely taken back by JB’s confession. It had never crossed your mind that the reason why Jaebum was so harsh towards you was because he saw you as superior to him. However, it didn’t excuse the fact that he was rude to you.

    “I’m not sure if I can accept your apology Jaebum. I get that people have creative issues all the time, but as an artist and a staff member, we should be able to work together and this whole entire time that I’ve been here, you’ve made it impossible to work together.”

    “I know it was unprofessional for me to behave in that way towards you, but I at least hope that from now on we can work together without me being mean to you.” He sticks out his hand as a way to reconcile. Hesitantly, you take it, wanting nothing more than to start anew.

    The following weeks after you and Jaebum had made up were awkward, yet everyone around could sense that there was a shift between the two of you and fortunately to everyone it was a good shift. At some point, you and Jaebum had worked in the studio by yourselves and managed to produce a song together, which would eventually be approved by JYP for GOT7’s next album.

    With your newfound friendship, the two of you begin to see each other in a new light, and you’re not sure if it’s okay that he makes your heart skip a beat. Apparently, you weren’t the only who felt this way though because one day while you’re at the studio with JB, he plays you a song and confesses to you that you were his muse. Eventually, the two of you become known as the best producing couple.

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Baby Shower {Im Jaebum}

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the gifts that I use, also English is not my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Birth

~ You hated the idea of ​​a baby shower, so when your grandmother and Jessica proposed it, your immediate response was no

~ You did not feel right, your whole body hurt a lot, the baby was in perfect condition, but your body was not.

~ You had high blood sugar, you had super high blood pressure, and the doctor recommended that you rest until the baby was born.

~ Jessica partially ignored the doctor's recommendations.

~ Your day started with breakfast in bed with as much food as possible in pink.

~ Your room looked like someone had thrown a pink grenade, and the whole room was pink

~ There were little pink rabbits decorated all over the room and your bathroom.

~ Your grandmother, Jessica, AND you watched movies all day.

~ The guys from Got7 sent you a big flower arrangement with an apology letter.

~ With the issue of Jessica and Jaebum, the two of them were ignoring each other like they were the plague, even though you already told them that they didn't bother you if they wanted to start a relationship.

~ Jisoo sent you a small rose gold bracelet with flowers.

~ Youngjae's girlfriend sent you a bassinet for the baby with small flowers and a letter with her phone number in case you wanted to contact her for anything

~ At the end of the day, it wasn't a magazine baby shower, but you spent it surrounded by the two people you loved most in the world.

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“I’m sorry for your loss” - #10

100 ways to say “I Love You” 

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jaebum / Reader (GOT House Couple)

Word Count: 1.241

Warnings: Mentions of losing a loved one. 

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Jay B isn’t sure if he knows the girl who opened the door, worse than that, he doesn’t know if she knows him, by the way she barely looked at him, he strongly believes she didn’t even saw who it was. But anyways let him in, without even asking what he wants or who he is willing to see. She turned a corner and just disappeared into thin air right after.

Her lack of concerns for safety bothers him to an unsettling extend, but that isn’t the matter right now. He is already in, now he only needs to find what he is looking for, more specifically who. Looking around the hall and the corridor he searches for a familiar face to help him with his quest.

Taking his chance, he follows up the stairs to the second floor, the house display is very similar to the one he lives at, all houses on the neighborhood are similar, god bless the pre-modeled houses. This one is definitely lighter, cleaner, and quieter –this last one is still open for debate, once it is the last week of summer vacations and many people are still not back—but all in all, the difference is obvious, it is a sorority house and not a fraternity one.

Reaching the second floor Jaebum almost runs into someone, a familiar face at last. “Hey, what are you doing here?” She asks wrapping a towel on her hair in a very complicated way.

“Someone let me in, and just- disappeared? So, I just let myself in?” He explains feeling relived someone else is concerned by the inhabitant’s safety.

“Oh!” she nods and looks around “It must have been Min, she doesn’t really care about who comes in, I’ll talk to her, but- Can I help you with something?” she smiles.

“Oh, sure! Please! I’m looking for Y/N.” Jay B holds the handrail suddenly nervous.

“Oh! I see!” Her eyes take in a knowing look “Her room is that one” she points a door by the end of the corridor close to the stairs to the third floor. “Her door is open so, you can just go in, and close if you guys need!” She winks with a laugh.

“Thanks!” Jaebum looks down at his shoes trying to hide the way his cheeks burn with embarrassment.  Seems like many people knows what happened on the end-of-semester party.

“Ahm…” she calls after he passes by her on his way to the door he has been looking for, this time she is the one bushing.

She is cute “Oh! His brother is driving him down on Thursday.” He nods taking another step towards your door “I get why he likes you. You guys look nice together.” Jaebum can’t help but smile at her embarrassed giggle as he walks away.

 Stopping by your door he can see you inside your back is facing him, you are unpacking, or at least it what it looks like. You pick a piece of clothes up, looks at it and decides what to do, you either fold and places on the wardrobe or on the dresser, or lets it unfold on the bed or throws it on the floor. He doesn’t understand the criteria.

Your room is very much like you, no nonsense. The walls have the same color as the corridors, some off-white light color. On the right side, where you are, there is a wardrobe and a dresser, this one has perfumes and figurines on top of it. Some photos on the wall giving a more personal touch. Your bed is opposite of the door under the window, you have a blackout and a pinkish tule blind over it. He is sure he’d seen it before in your childhood.

By the bed you have a nightstand and on the left wall there are some more photos, concert tickets, flags, and memories. On the same wall as the door is your studying table, filled with pens, colored sticker notes and books.

Clearing his throat, he tries to catch your attention. You look from your rainbow-colored knit sweater to him and back at it. You fold it and decides it goes on the dresser.

“Can I come in?” He asks already walking in.

“I guess you already did.” You say taking a pair of pants and putting it in front of your body as you look in the mirror.

“I wanted to- “

“I’m on the stage four, Jaebum.” You throw the pair of jeans back in your bed. “I’m sad to the point I don’t want to wake up tomorrow, that’s how I am. I don’t want to wake up and remember…” eyes filing with tears you avert you gave and a takes a fluffy pink sweater.

Jaebum lifts his hand in an attempt to touch you but before he does, he thinks better and lets his hand drop. Sighing he sits on an empty space in your bed. “You know I’m here for you, right?”

“You weren’t there!” You spit angrily at him in accusation.

You know you are not being fair. He spent his summer vacations abroad, his older sister got married, his whole family traveled to help with the preparations and the ceremony. He couldn’t be there, and still, you are trying to hold him accountable for. Is much easier to do it and push him away than to admit you miss him. You wanted him to be there by your side comforting you and holding you while you cried. You are upset and he is here, but still, you try to push him away. Blame it on psychology, that is what sad people do.

Taking your hand, he makes you stop moving. “I’m sorry for your loss!” He says with voice laced in sincerity, and you know he means it.

Jay B grew up on the house next door to your grandparents, he knows how much you love them. They took care of you whenever your parents had to travel because of work, go to meetings, grownups parties or have time for themselves. You stayed over at their place on the weekends backing with your grandma or playing baseball on the garden with your grandpa. He was, actually, the one who taught Jaebum how to play.

On your teens, their place was the one where you’d run to, after fighting with your parents. They would spoil you rotten. Moving away for university, you made sure to call them every day, go home every vacation and long weekends. They were more than just your grandparents; they were your best friends too. And now your granddad was gone.

Pulling you by your hand, Jaebum kisses the back of it and caresses with his thumb. He knows you are hurt and doesn’t mean what you just said. “But I am here now, and won’t leave you alone, so...” He looks around the clothes pretending to be trying to make sense of what’s going on. “Want me to help you?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you push the clothes from the bed to the floor, laying down on your bed you tuck your hands under your cheek. He watches you not saying a word. Pulling his hand, you put it over your waist as you invite him silently to lay down with you. Caressing the hair away from your face, he rests his head on the pillow following through with his promise to be there for you.

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HOLIC - 50 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: fluff

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To say that it was raining cats and dogs would have been akin to saying nothing at all because the precipitation that night resembled a whole downpour of whales much more accurately. You have, of course, experienced rain before and you never really appreciated it much, but as you exited the car outside of the building, you welcomed every drop with a smile on your face. It seemed as though there used to be so many things in life that you’d hated, but tonight, as you texted Jaebum, announcing your arrival at the party, each of those silent moments of hatred seemed to lose all meaning.

The waiter took your coat after you entered the empty loft that you and Jackson had picked out for tonight’s event. Giving him a grateful nod and brushing the wet hair away from your face, you grabbed a glass of champagne by the door and headed for the party. With each step that you took inside of the packed venue – full of people, waiting to hear and to congratulate Jaebum on his debut EP – you watched the white walls of the building come alive with the pictures you’ve taken of Jaebum in Jackson’s studio that very first time you were there.

You wanted to take partial credit for the planning of this event, but really, it had been Jackson’s idea. As soon as you and him started to work together, he didn’t see a point to host your exhibition on a separate night from Jaebum’s release party because the two instances were connected so closely to one another. Jaebum had used you for inspiration when he worked on the songs he’ll be putting out for the world to hear and, similarly, the only pictures you wanted to exhibit for all to see were the ones that featured Jaebum.

Now, smiling as your eyes searched for the live-version of the man in the pictures on the walls, you welcomed the warm memories of all the days leading up to this moment. All the fights and the make-ups. All the kisses and inside jokes. All your shared friends – who were all here, eager to congratulate you and Jaebum both – and all of your shared nights.

The title piece for both, your exhibition and Jaebum’s EP, greeted you in the center of the room, reading in bold letters, “HOLIC. indicating a person’s abnormal desire for something.” Another memory sparked in your mind – you’ve only settled on the title a few nights ago, lying awake next to Jaebum who was tracing symbols on the sensitive skin of your neck—symbols, that were only visible to him—with the tip of his finger.

“I’ve never needed anyone this much before,” he had whispered to you then, “so much that it feels like an illness without a cure.”

You had responded to him with endless confessions of love, lasting all throughout the night and well into the morning, and all was decided.

Admittedly, out of all the memories that the pictures on the walls brought back, the memories of the last few nights before this party were your most favorite ones. Even if thinking about them made you much dizzier – and hotter – than the champagne that was being served here.

“Hey!” Jackson’s shrill voice distracted you and you turned your head to see him and a group of executives you thought you’ve seen around his studio a few times before. “Where’s the boyfriend? We should get some pictures taken of you two together.”

“Oh,” you looked around again. “I thought you were with him. Isn’t he in the back?”

“I don’t know,” Jackson glanced towards the hallway at the end of the room – it lead to a storage room that Jaebum had planned to use to rehearse, “he was waiting for you to arrive.”

“I’ll go find him,” you said and, with a quick nod at the people in Jackson’s entourage, excused yourself.

You didn’t even reach the hallway before you saw the door open at the far end as Jaebum stepped out of the storage room, his shoulders hunched and chest heavy with anxiety. He closed the door, stopping short as soon as he saw you.

“You’re here,” he said and, even though it was too dark to see him, you could hear the smile in his voice. “You look beautiful. Maybe you shouldn’t come closer or else we might miss the entire event.”

You laughed, crossing the hallway anyway, because you haven’t seen him today yet – he’d left early for a soundcheck and refused to bring you along with him, not wanting you to hear his songs early – and that was too long of a time. Jaebum, feeling exactly the same way, had his arms wrapped around you as soon as you stopped close enough for him to reach.

Every kiss you’ve shared since reuniting that night in the lounge room felt so important and special that you both refused to pull away first as if this was the last kiss you’d ever share and neither of you wanted to be responsible for its ending. You didn’t mind losing yourself in him completely whenever your lips touched but, this time, you two were about to start the biggest night of your lives to date and, despite everything, you had to pull away.

“Jackson is looking for us,” you said, reluctantly breaking the kiss—and then regretting it right away because of how alluring he looked from up close. “He said something about getting our picture taken.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Jaebum groaned. He’d already talked about how little wish he had to participate in the promotional aspect of making music – he just wanted to create and to sing – but he knew he wouldn’t get out of it. “Let’s go.”

“Don’t look so sad,” you said, taking his hand into yours as the two of you headed towards the party. “It’s your big night.”

“It’s our big night,” he corrected, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to your cheek just as the two of you emerged from the hallway. The few photographers Jackson had hired for tonight immediately found the two of you, their flashes going off so suddenly and with such vehemence that nearly everyone at the party turned to look. “God, I feel awkward.”

Smiling, you turned to look at him and – not daring to kiss him now that there were cameras on you – chose to fix his tie for him instead. “Don’t. You look great.”

Jaebum watched you as you tightened his tie, his eyes providing the much-needed warmth on this rainy day – the photographers were having a field day and they didn’t even have to try – and then leaned in to whisper into your ear, “I’m so grateful to have you next to me tonight.”

“I love you,” you replied, his hand clutching yours tighter. “I never thought we’d make it this far.”

“I love you,” he echoed, “I never had doubts about this.”

Thankfully, Jackson proved to be not just a great friend and a talented artist – or perhaps a producer? A photographer? A model? The man clearly hated labels – but also a fantastic party host. Another few moments later, when you and Jaebum were already risking permanent eye damage from the camera flashes, Jackson shuffled closer to you, waving his hand around in a manner so authoritative, the photographers ceased their rapid flash fire immediately.

“Let’s get started, yeah?” Jackson asked and, after getting affirmative nods from both of you, he proceeded to walk Jaebum to the platform in the far corner of the room.

A microphone and a stool was already prepared for Jaebum on the platform, the audio engineers giving him a thumbs-up from across the room. Slowly, the background music that had played through the speakers since the party started faded out, and the room prepared to finally hear what they’d come here to hear.

“Thank you for coming,” Jaebum said into the microphone as soon as he climbed on the platform. His voice sounded so sheepish, you could tell that the few elderly ladies behind you had started to giggle because they were falling in love with him, too. “It’s a very special night tonight and I’m happy to get to share it with all of you.”

You wished for nothing more than to stand silently in the opposite corner of the room where you could hear Jaebum’s clear voice but, as soon as he finished his thank-you speech and introduced the first song, you learned that that was absolutely not going to happen.

Your friends were the first ones who approached you, trying to keep their excitement to a minimum but still distracting you from Jaebum’s music. You didn’t mind – it felt so touching to hear their words of support – and you didn’t really mind the people from Jaebum’s agency who approached you next, either, because, for one, you felt like you had to leave a good impression on them, but also, they were unexpectedly supportive as well. Apparently, this was the first acoustic-showcase-turned-photography-exhibition for any artist signed with their label and that was, according to them, a great start for any career.

You got to hear Jaebum finish the first song – and saw how lost in the music he seemed to be on that platform; he looked like he was exploring a different world, far away from the party and the people here – and applauded as loud as every other person in the room before, just as he started to introduce the next song, you were forced to return to the position of co-host and carry on with your own performance.

Apparently, the people who had come tonight weren’t just friends and acquaintances, but complete strangers as well. They had simply gotten curious about an event in their neighborhood and decided to show up. You learned of this when Jaebum’s second song of the night unleashed a chain of people you’ve never met – all of them were curious about purchasing the artwork. Your artwork.

Truthfully, you hadn’t even planned on selling any of your pictures, so, flushed and disheveled, you left them waiting while you scanned the party for Jackson.

“I got this,” he reassured you as soon as you found him – he was chatting up the three elderly ladies from before – and explained the situation. “You go to the front, yeah? He needs to see you.”

“Y-yeah,” you nodded, overwhelmed by so many things happening at the same time. “Thank you!”

Jackson nodded and headed in the direction you had pointed in, while you made your way closer to Jaebum’s platform. For the first few moments, you couldn’t concentrate on the sound of his voice for too long. You kept turning around to check on Jackson who was showing your pictures and bargaining with anyone who was interested. But, before long, Jaebum’s songs ended up captivating you after all. It was simply impossible not to feel yourself wander into the realms he’d created with his soulful music.

Watching him was an all-consuming experience. Jaebum kept his eyes closed for most of the songs but whenever he did allow himself to look at the audience, his eyes always found you by default. That alone was enough to make your heart race but every time he smiled when he looked at you – as if he wasn’t expecting to see you standing at the front, completely transfixed by him – sent you right into a dizzy spell and you were worried you’d conclude this night by passing out before hearing his entire set.

“The last song,” Jaebum announced right when your cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much, “is easily the most meaningful one in the EP. It’s about someone who’s really important to me. The most important, actually. Uh, we met under unusual circumstances, to be honest. I caused a lot of damage in this person’s life – I broke furniture, even,” he had to pause until the audience stopped laughing, “I was generally a very big asshole. But this person and I went through a lot a-and I hope we go through a lot more together.”

When Jaebum looked at you before the first chords started to play, you were afraid you looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Your heart was struggling to keep beating as the time around you seemed to come to a stop.

“You and I, who met by accident,” he started the song, the richness of his voice so much more prominent when he was singing live than it was on the record, “you never even thought about us, but my head is completely filled with thoughts of you. I think about you every moment of the day.”

You tried to focus on your breathing because focusing on the words he was singing – the words he might have written about you – was making your hands shake and your eyes water. This could have been the very song Jackson had mentioned when he confronted you at the exhibition you’d attended with Jiho.

“Without missing a single day, no matter where I am, I want to be with you,” he sang and you perked up, recognizing the last line. This was the same song��the same melody, the similar lyrics!—that you’d overheard Jaebum sing to himself in the shower at the motel all of those weeks ago. “I don’t want to be apart, not for one moment. Let’s make a promise, the two of us.”

You’d have promised him anything in that moment—and any moment that followed—as you listened to him sing, your entire body coming alive with each chord. You could feel your pulse throb in your veins, your temples, and your throat all at the same time.

“Each gesture of yours is picturesque. Even when you wake up in the morning, you sparkle,” Jaebum’s voice continued, his eyes catching yours in a loving—and absolutely unyielding—gaze. “It wouldn’t matter if you were shabby, you’re already inside of my heart. Even if someone else comes along, no one compares to you.”

Your throat was dry but your eyes were the complete opposite. You felt the first tears slip out of your control and slide down your cheeks -- just like the raindrops had, outside of the loft -- as soon as Jaebum gripped the mic stand tighter, starting the chorus of the song.

“I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you,” he harmonised, his eyes closing but his heart remaining open as words spilled out from the deepest cavities of his chest, “I am spiraling out of control. All I wanna do is love you, the spot next to me naturally belongs to you.”

You flinched, startled by an unexpected hand that had landed on your shoulder just as the chorus drew to a close. Tearing your eyes away from Jaebum, you saw Jackson next to you – a proud, almost fatherly, smile on his face. He didn’t say anything but the nod of his head confirmed what little doubts you may have had left – this was the song for you. The song about you.

“When I think about it now, it still makes no sense,” Jaebum continued, the feeling of you finally hearing these words so relieving, he couldn’t help the small smile that had crept up to his lips as he asked, “how did I fall for you in such a short time? Even when I close my eyes, I’m thinking about you. I can’t fall asleep, what’s the matter?”

You knew you were going through the most powerful whirlpool of emotions of your life as you felt the tears on your cheeks but couldn’t resist mirroring Jaebum’s smile.

“I don’t know if I’m me, sometimes I get surprised. My image, even if it’s the same, is a little awkward,” he sang, each and every word full of the feelings he’d grasped and pulled out of his heart to put them into the song. “But I think it’s okay – this isn’t so bad, either. As long as I’m next to you, whoever I am, it’s all good.”

You felt so much love for him, you thought you were going to explode. And, in spite of finding the song simply mesmerizing and utterly unforgettable, you suddenly couldn’t wait for it to end because even though he was singing it on a platform a mere few feet away from you, he still felt too far.

“I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you,” he admitted again in the second chorus. When asked later, you’d never be able to tell if he was singing this song at his release party in front of dozens of people, or if he had pulled you away from the crowd to sing to you about all the things he’d insisted he was so bad at saying out loud.

Bowing to deafening applause when the song ended, Jaebum thanked everyone once again, his speech directed at those who came and those who didn’t. He thanked his friends individually. He thanked his label and everyone involved in the creation process. He thanked his family. And he thanked you – but you were already crying too much to make sense of anything he was saying.

As soon as he was finished, he wasted no time before climbing off the platform and, with a smile brighter than the brightest star in the night sky, he made his way towards you. The people were still applauding him when he reached you but he was now focused on something else entirely.

“You didn’t like the song?” he asked with a smile as his hands carefully wiped the tears away from your face.

You laughed at the absurd question, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head against his shoulder as you whispered, “I loved it. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said and the room erupted into a yet another round of applause as he hugged you back, laughing in the same ethereal way that made your heart dance and the rain outside stop, so the whole world could listen.

With the people around you still on a high brought on by Jaebum’s music and with the applause still ringing in your ears, Jaebum took you back into the world he’d created for you and him only -- a world that seemed to be miles away from anyone else and lightyears away from real life. No one wanted to approach you and interrupt. No one dared.

Kissing your temple, Jaebum pulled away slightly to push a stray strand of your hair away from your face and ask, “do you still have doubts if we’ll make it?”

“No,” you answered, your eyes glittering with life and with love. “I think we’ve already made it.”

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Duff (13)

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pairing: im jaebum x reader  genre: angst, mature, smut  plot: you are the duff and guys use you to get close to your best friend, heather, and turns out Jaebum is no exception, but as time goes on the tension between you and your best friend’s unofficial boyfriend grows a/n: hi, idk imma put out the worst trash and not overthink it, because at the end of the day its all about getting it done <3 hope y’all like it. and ive gotten my life together, so i’ll post more regularly fr now. not edited <3333

You snorted as you stared at the scene in front of you. 

It was almost comical watching as everyone crowded around Jaebum, waiting like dutiful lapdogs for their master to offer them the slightest bit of attention.

You took a sip of your cool vodka with a splash of orange juice, clicking your tongue as one of the girls dropped something right in front of Jaebum. She shamelessly bent in front of him, picking up the tube of sunscreen and staying in that position for two seconds longer than necessary.

Your face remained neutral as if your eyes were closed and you were basking in the sunshine. But your right eye twitched as she looked over her shoulder at a smug looking Im Jaebum. A frown settled on your lips as you took in the way his lips tilted into a lazy smile as she moved towards him.

Your chest heaved as a molten fist gripped your heart, clenching it tightly as she sat in front of him. The burning spread all the way down to your tummy as you watched him squirt the sunscreen onto his hands and rub them together.

That son of bitch was about to rub sunscreen onto that girl's back. 

He inched closer to her, and you could almost feel the heat of his body radiate against your back. As his hands touched her skin, his body leaned closer to hers, his lips close to her ears; you turned away.

Something lodged in your throat, and you tried to gulp it away as you stared at the branches of the palm tree swaying lazily above you.

You bit back a groan and closed your eyes. It didn't stop the ridiculous giggle from the other side of the pool though. Her voice stabbed your ears, causing you to clench your teeth.

You tried to will their presence away. You wanted Jaebum and all of him in that light blue loose shirt to disappear into the sea breeze, just like how it was meant to be. Just as this trip had always been, with just you and Heather.

It was always just the two of you, under the sun, deliciously warming your skin before you escaped into the cool water. It was always flirting with strangers on the beach and then cocktails until sunrise. It was a time to relax, unwind, to celebrate hot girl summer.

But it was far from that now.

Now the dreamlike days had been tarnished with demons she had invited with open arms. It was supposed to be quite sunshine and the dancing of palm trees. But now it was grating giggles and annoying assholes who wouldn't leave you in peace.

"Any harder, y/n and your teeth will turn into dust," you hated the way your body reacted to his velvety voice.

Speak of the devil.

You ignored him, but it was not that easy to shake him off.

"Was the big hat necessary?" He chuckled. You brought a hand up to your sensible white hat and turned to him with a glare.

"Sun damage is no joke, Jinyoung," you told him, unable to come with a better comeback. But kill them with knowledge.

An endearing smile bloomed onto his lips as he said, "I'm sure, y/n."

You looked away from him and tried to blame the sun for the heat creeping up your cheeks. The heat only grew as you felt his gaze remain on you. You turned to him, and his dark eyes behind those light shades watched you with that same smile that made your heart flip.

"Go away." You said simply, before relaxing on your back again.

Of course, Park Jinyoung wouldn’t just leave because you asked him to. Instead, the pool bed creaked as he settled into it beside you.

You tilted your head to find him sprawled comfortably, with his hands behind his head. The distant memory of his hands behind his head, while you were on your knees in front of him, flashed before your eyes. He smiled almost as if he could see what was happening in your head.

Silence enveloped you both as you lay in the cool sea breeze. The voices from the chatter around the pool floated in the atmosphere, and someone yelped as the sound of water splashing reached you. If you closed your eyes it wasn't that bad. 

And at least, the grating giggles had somewhat stopped now. You tried to search for Jaebum’s voice but it was to no avail. Another flick of anger licked your belly as you thought of him whispering in that girl’s ear, talking softly to her as she batted her eyes up at him. 

“Do you remember that time we went to Fiji?” Jinyoung spoke, pulling you out of the green slime you were sinking into. 

You kept your eyes closed as you hummed, “I remember the blissful times when you weren’t annoying me.”

You heard him chuckle, before he continued, “This reminds me of the private villa we had.” 

You remembered the villa. You remembered the days and nights spent together doing nothing but being lost in each other. Everyone thought you were on your honeymoon, and maybe it was. It was the last time you both were so incredibly happy together. As soon as you landed back home, you had found about his engagement to the heiress. 

Jinyoung kept talking, “We had just come back from exploring the village when you decided you wanted to take a swim.” You couldn't help the smile itching at the corner of your lips. You knew exactly what he was talking about. He must’ve seen your grin, because you could hear him smile and shake his head, “I thought you were going to die. Your scream was straight out of a horror film.”

You laughed with him this time. You turned towards him, your heart hurting as you saw him laugh so freely. You missed him laughing like this so many times over the years. His shoulders shook as chuckled, “And then- then-” 

He couldn’t continue because he was laughing so hard. You reached over slapping his broad shoulder, “It was a reasonable reaction.” 

“I thought you were going to get brutally murdered, y/n.” 

“I’m sorry I’m not used to seeing goats lounging around the pool,” you protested, glaring at him. But you couldn’t keep a straight face for long as another round of laughter escaped you. 

“Well, I wasn’t the one that got chased around by a dog,” you snorted at him. His eyes widened as his mouth fell open. 

“You were supposed to take that to your grave, y/n,” he tutted, his eyes glistening with amusement. 

“Well, technically it was a puppy,” you clicked your tongue, smirking. 

“A puppy?!” He chocked, making your grin widen. “That thing was not a puppy or a dog. That monster is used to protect the gates of hell.” 

This time you laughed entirely. You threw your head back as belts of laughter left you. You gasped for air trying to calm down, when he continued, “I swear I still wake up shivering from nightmares about it.” 

“Jinyoung,” you gasped, hitting his shoulder, giving him a silent plea to stop.

You both slowly lulled to a stop. The air between you thick with emotions you both were feeling. You could feel the same heaviness in Jinyoung that was slowly settling over your heart. 

You spoke first, "Why did you come here, Jinyoung?"

He stared at you for a long moment, before shrugging, “Heather invited me.”

Something close to betrayal shot through your chest as you stared at him, shocked.

"Why?" you whispered in a low voice.

The smug look on his face melted as he brought his hands close to yours. They loomed over your hands that were turning white from your tight grip on the frame of your chair. Finally, they settled tightly onto his lap. 

"For business," he cleared his throat. You didn't reply as your mind finally began to register that Park Jinyoung was actually here. At your hot-girl summer trip, but so was Jaebum, Bambam, and some other people. This was not a hot girl summer trip; this was something else.

Jinyoung continued taking in your silence, "It's a rich kid event. We all are heirs of big fortune, so we're networking."

You didn't answer again.

You didn't understand why, but you felt utterly betrayed being invited here. Heather knew you didn't like the elite crowd. You didn't like the way they looked down at the poor, how they flaunted their money, how easily they got out of trouble. You hated how immune they were to their own consequences.

But what hurt the most was Heather knew Jinyoung would be here, and she still invited you. She hadn't even given you a heads up. She had just invited you and left you to the wolves.

You scanned the area, searching for her. She was easy to spot in her red hot swimwear. Just like Jaebum, she had her own circle of groupies surrounding her. They were all laughing at something, and your cheeks flamed brighter.

You felt stupid being here. You needed to get away for a bit.

"Hey," Jinyoung's hand touched your arm. You turned to him with wide eyes, the frown on your lips deepening. You felt the frustrated tears building up as you brushed his hand away.

He let it hang there for a second before drawing it back.

"Sorry," he cleared his throat, "I was calling out to you, but you weren't listening."

You shot up from your seat instead of answering him. You grabbed the bag next to your chair and began walking away.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" He yelled quietly, trying not to draw any attention.

You just shook your head and continued walking. 

You didn't fit in this crowd. 

Even now, when you didn't mean anything to Jinyoung that could taint his reputation, he was still trying to hide his association with you.

You weren't thinking about where you were going. But all those summers spent at Heather's summer house had made you very acquainted with the area that you were sure you wouldn't get lost. You quickly found your way to the beach and stared at the near-empty beach.

"What a shame," you looked out to the sea, covering the glare of the sun with your hand, "It's just a nice day."

You pulled out your blanket to lay onto the sand. 

Anyone can call you crazy, but you like to be prepared for anything. Hence your handy summer bag that had gone through countless trials and errors until it became the perfect summer bag.

The blanket resulted from a terrible day a couple summers ago when you and Heather had stumbled onto the beach and decided it was a beach day. The lack of a towel led to sand in areas that took days to get rid of completely.

You positioned yourself underneath one of the giant umbrellas and opened the blanket onto the sand. Two solid, tanned hands straightened the other side.

"Thanks," you smiled, finding a handsome man smiling back at you.

"No problem," his smile widened as he took in the hello kitty print on the blanket. His eyes flickered back to you as he smirked, "Cute."

"Thanks," you replied, as you bit your lip feeling embarrassed.

"Aye, come on," he clicked his tongue, with a teasing smile he said, "I wasn't teasing."

Even if you wanted to, you couldn't stop the smile spreading over your lips, as you nodded, "A-ha-"

Before you could say respond, a voice interrupted you.

"There you are."

His chest heaved as he tilted his head at you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, confused.

Jaebum didn't answer you as he came to stand beside you. His sunglasses were pushed up on his head, his eyebrows drawn in concentration as he focused on you. 

“You can’t just leave without telling people-”

“I told Heather.” You cut him off with the lie. Of course, Im Jaebum didn’t believe you, he could see straight through your lies all the time and it annoyed the hell out of you. 

One time, when you were both working together, he had given you some of the lunch he had prepared himself. It was horrible, tasted like bitter acid, but you still took many bites and tried to act like it was nice, but he saw right through it. Or the times when you on the edge of a breakdown from all the stress, and even though you would say you were fine, Im Jaebum would give you the most absurd errands like going up to the rooftop and recording the sky for him for ten minutes. 

Even though you both seemed to bicker every time you talked, he was always smiling at you. 

But he wasn’t smiling right now. He looked somewhat pissed, and you really couldn’t understand why, because frankly, what you did was none of his damn business. You were just about to tell him this when someone coughed drawing your attention away from Jaebum. 

“Oh,” you remembered the stranger standing in front of you. 

"Sup," Jaebum did the little nod thing to him, smiling as if he had known him his entire life. You rolled your eyes at Jaebum. How could he look so pissed one second, and then be this happy chap the next? "I'm JB."

"Like Justin Bieber?" The stranger chuckled, and you almost rolled your eyes at the lame joke. Jaebum didn't seem to mind; he just shrugged, smiling, "Not quite."

"Ah, I'm Jackson, dude," he introduced himself.

Dude?

"Nice, dude, like Micheal Jackson?!" Jaebum teased him back, and the two laughed. You stood there, wanting to drag your blanket away and go lay down somewhere else in peace.

"Nah, bro. MJ was a crazy dude. I can't compete."

"Rubbish!" Jaebum gushed as he turned to you with raised brows. "What do you think, y/n? Is he any less than MJ, the crazy dude?"

You bit back the smile threatening to grow on your lips as you met his dark eyes in challenge.

"Y/n," Jackson cut in before you had to reply. He said your name like he was tasting it on his tongue. 

"Yeah, hi," you replied, tucking your hair behind your ear. The sea breeze was really strong here, making your hair fly into your mouth. 

You smiled up at Jackson, who smiled back. 

Jaebum cleared his throat, drawing your attention. His gaze remained on Jackson as he said, "So what are you doing here?"

"Surfing, bro," he pointed his thumb behind to the waves and group of people on their boards. "Came here with some mates. Do you surf?"

"Y/n loves surfing," Jaebum replied before you could answer. You punched his stomach, making him groan before turning to Jackson, "No, I actually don’t know how to."

"I can teach you," Jackson said, leaning towards you.

Your cheeks flushed as his eyes scanned your face. You suddenly felt bare, as if you had not gotten ready this morning.

"Maybe you can teach a couple of us," Jaebum spoke, making you both turn towards him. His eyes didn't look at you as he continued to talk to Jackson. "I have a couple of bros who would love a lesson too."

"Oh, it was just for-" Jackson rose his brows.

"We'll pay you," he interrupted with a charming smile. "Of course."

"Yeah?" Jaebum nodded in reply. His eyes bounced between you and Jaebum, before he nodded with a grin, "Alright, take my number..."

And that was your cue; you tuned them out.

You stepped away from the pair and stood on your blanket. You brushed away the bit of sand that had flown onto it before standing up straight. You grabbed the first button of your dress and began to open it, suddenly feeling too hot as frustration began burning inside you.

Sometimes you forgot Jaebum was just another spoilt rich brat.

The soft material slid off you, revealing the yellow swimwear you had on. You rolled the dress into a ball and placed it under your head as you lay onto the blanket.

"Shit," you heard Jackson mutter, and you tried to ignore it. Suddenly feeling too exposed, but you didn't cover yourself. Instead, you cast your gaze over to the two boys.

Jackson was trying to hide it his glances towards you, but not Im Jaebum.

He was looking at you; unmasked. 

"Okay, I'll see you later, bro."Jackson cleared his throat as he cast you one last look. "See you around, y/n."

You got onto your elbows and waved him goodbye with a grin.

You watched him walk away, slowly becoming smaller and smaller on the horizon.

Jaebum who was looking into the distance now, and lay onto your back again. A few moments later, you felt him lay down next to you, and you tried to ignore him. But the words were right on your tongue, stinging to be let out.

"You didn't have to flaunt your money at him, you know."

Jaebum let out a snort, "I wasn't the one flaunting."

"What do you mean?" You got on your elbows again and glared at him.

Jaebum rose an eyebrow, a bitter smile on his lips as he dryly chuckled up at you, "This is one way to get over your ex, y/n."

"Ex? What?" You sputtered, confused. You took your sunglasses off, "What the fuck are you on about?"

"You cling onto the first thing that comes your way to--"

"Excuse me?" You choked. 

"Oh, alright then," he corrected himself like it made a fucking difference. "Flirting with the first guy who gives you the tiniest bit of attention."

"I wasn't-"

"Are you that desperate for attention?" He rose up to meet your eyes.

You didn't answer him. 

Your chest hurt. His words shouldn't hurt so much, but they did. They burned you.

"Are you that willing for a distraction that you'll take it from anyone?" You didn't answer him. You just stared at him as his jaws locked and eyes hardened. He leaned onto his side, facing you perfectly.

His eyes finally left yours and went to his hand that reached for you. 

You watched him as the back of his hand grazed the slope of your neck. You watched him, follow his hand, and watch you, as your chest heaved at the ghost of his touch spreading through your body. 

His hand traveled lower, down the middle of your breast, making your breath hitch. His fingers splayed on your hip as his fingertips dug into your skin.

"Can't that someone be me?" he whispered. His dark eyes finally meeting yours.

A slow breath left you as you leaned in closer, getting lost in the way the velvety darkness in his eyes flickered with heat. His eyes fell to your lips, then back to your eyes. His fingers tightening on your hips, stinging.

You were so close to him that your could paint the gold flecks in his eyes, and count every dark lash that kissed his cheekbones when he blinked. Your gaze fells to his lips, parted and waiting; and then you stopped. 

A bucket of cold water fell over you as you pulled away from him. Your eyes prickling with tears as you gasped.

It was so small you would've missed it. You could've easily mistaken it for excitement, but you knew him. You knew that smile all too well. That winning smirk that itched the corner of his lips.

It was all a game to him.

"You bastard," you breathed. Your stern gaze met his stunned ones. He flinched at your words. You moved away from him, and lay on your back.

"You are cruel," you gritted out, trying not to show the way your heart was shattering, "a complete asshole."

Just another rich sick snob.

You tried to distract yourself by staring at the sky. "There are no clouds today."

"Cloudless skies are better, anyway." He answered, his voice tight.

"The more I get to know you, the more I despise you." You told him, honestly.

Jaebum chuckled at that, settling back to become comfortable. His warmth of disappearing instantly as he drew his fingers away, "Well, you're not the first to experience that."

You didn't answer.

None of you spoke for a long time.

"Who was that girl by the pool?" You swallowed, your throat painfully dry.

"Who?" He asked, amused.

"It certainly wasn't Heather," you said.

"No, it wasn't." He said after a long moment.

"How could you do that to her?"

He stayed quiet for a long time before saying, "How can you, y/n?"

After that, no one spoke until it was time to go.

[tuanyiems]

Like a Virgin [m]

Im Jaebum x Fem Reader Genre: Smut Words: 3k [Masterlist] Plot: When Im Jaebum catches you in a lie when you attempt to preserve your reputation during a game of Truth or Dare, you know you’re in big trouble. Warnings (?): dom!Jaebum,  mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie (pretty safe stuff y’all I’m new to this lol) a/n: wow, so this is my first smut huh? I feel like I’m graduating or something and it ain’t even a Mark fic lol either way I think this is the beginning of my road to hell lmao also I realize I have a throat kink now and I don’t know what to do with this knowledge

You felt yourself going red in the face as your friends leaned into the circle around you and this time it was more than the fireplace behind you that was making the cabin feel extra hot tonight.

“So is it Truth or Dare?” Bambam urged, an evil smirk rising to his lips.

You glanced at your best friend Lina who had just been forced into giving Mark a lap dance and Yugyeom who was dared to strip naked and run outside through the snow (although the latter was a bit too proud about shedding his pants). You let out a sigh, eyes glancing furtively at Jaebum before turning back to Bambam.

“Truth please,” you committed.

“Aw, you’re no fun!” Yugyeom whined.

You chuckled at the younger boy’s pouting but when you saw the excited glint in Bambam’s eyes, you swallowed nervously.

“Okay, truth it is,” Bambam smiled, pointing his finger at you eagerly. “Have you ever masturbated to the thought of any of us here?”

Jaebum smiled, watching as your eyes widened with horror and your ears blushed pink with embarrassment. There was a quick moment of silence in which you were momentarily stunned before Lina broke out into a laugh.

“As this girl’s roommate, I can guarantee you she hasn’t. Shit, I don’t even think Y/N masturbates!” Lina teased, eyes squeezing shut as she doubled over in laughter. Honestly, you didn’t think it was that hilarious, but you were grateful for any distraction from your sex life nonetheless.

“Oh, come on, you have to at least masturbate, right? It’s human nature!” Bambam insisted, looking between you and Lina with arched eye brows.

“Maybe for gross boys like you Bambam,” Lina joked, nudging him with her elbow. “But Y/N’s like the Virgin, herself. She’s an angel!”

You tilted your head, resisting your best friend’s favorite nickname for you. Sure, maybe you weren’t as sexually outgoing or experienced as Lina but you weren’t an angel and you certainly weren’t a virgin. But the others seemed to be convinced by Lina’s loud exclamations as they began to nod along.

“Actually, I can see it,” Mark agreed, staring at you with squinted eyes as if your sexual experience was written across your face.

Jaebum chuckled, watching as your shoulders squeezed and you seemed to shrink from everyone’s teasing. “You need some water, Y/N? You’re getting kinda red right now.”

When you looked at him with surprise in your eyes, he felt his own stomach flip. He had been wanting to get to know you all semester but hadn’t found the guts to talk to you until this trip. He was beginning to realize you were cuter up close than when you sat across the room from him in your lecture halls.

“Yeah, I believe it,” Yugyeom added. “I remember in 9thgrade Y/N asked me what jizz was.”

You gasped at the sudden exposure, your lips bunching into a pout. “I was 14!”

“Exactly, you were 14 and didn’t know what the word jizz meant!”

“Knowing slang doesn’t always equate to knowing sex though,” Mark defended, more so to get a kick out of Yugyeom than to help you, but seeing as everyone was out to get you now you figured you would take what you could.

“Maybe, but I remember the first month I started rooming with Y/N,” Lina laughed.

Jaebum leaned into his hand, trying to cover his growing smile as he watched you glare at your friend. “Lina, don’t,” you warned. Even you being mad was cute.

“This girl!” Lina exclaimed, trying to hold back a laugh. “She legit pulled out my dildo and asked me if it was shoulder massager!”

“I-It didn’t look—It was a different shape!” You stammered.

Jaebum bit at his lip as you balled your hands into fists, straightening your back with a big red pout on your lips. If only you realized how little this was doing for your own argument. If anything, it made Jaebum even more convinced that you were in fact, an angel. Or at least more innocent than you were arguing to be.

“So you’ve really never maturbated, huh?” Bambam asked, looking confused but intrigued all at once.

You bit at your lip, looking at Bambam before you glanced away bashfully, eyes landing on Jaebum instead. For a second, he thought he saw your eyes widen from meeting his but the thought disappeared when you continued to look at him. He felt a stirring in his own stomach when he glanced at your plush lips and saw your teeth sink down harder.

“I-” You looked away to the floor and let out a breath before answering weakly, “No.”

“Oh, you poor soul, you must be so stressed,” Yugyeom teased, patting your head to ease the tension around the room. You rolled your eyes, swatting his hand away before glancing back at Jaebum.

“Anyways, it’s your turn now Jaebum,” You smiled brightly once again now that your turn was over.

Yugyeom clapped his hands with excitement, not even waiting for him to answer before he was already asking him a question. “What’s your secret kink?”

Jaebum smirked, “Mutual masturbation.”

Everyone in the room erupted with laughter. All except you and Jaebum. Instead you were left to stare at Jaebum as he looked at you quietly, an eyebrow raised before he leaned back on his arms, glancing from his thighs back to you. When he saw that you were still doe-eyed and pink in the cheeks he let out a chuckle, letting his head fall back and giving you the perfect view of his throat.

You gulped, averting your eyes quickly as you felt a rush of heat pool to your core.

The game went on and Bambam and Yugyeom did a plethora of embarrassing things but all this went right past you as you felt Jaebum’s eyes on you the entire time and all you could think about were other ways he could be all on you. The thoughts made you squirm in your seat on the hardwood floor.

So when Lina let out a yawn and called it a night, you silently thanked the heavens for releasing you of your torture.

It was past midnight when you finally sink into the bed. You let out a deep sigh as you closed your eyes and let your fingers travel south across your body. You were glad now that Lina had booked a spacious cabin with enough rooms for all of you to have your own.

You didn’t know Im Jaebum would be joining on the cabin trip with everyone. Ever since you laid eyes on him in your lecture hall, you had been dreaming of his pretty fingers running along your skin, your mouth on his delicious throat. The first time you spoke to him and he said your name, you almost melted into the floor on the spot.

And when you saw him step out of the guys’ car in his black bomber and matching beanie, you almost bent to your knees right then and there. It was only the second night of your trip and already you were too pent up with desire to even fall asleep despite the hectic day of skiing and long night of putting up with your friends’ shenanigans.

You savored the coldness of your fingers as you trailed lightly across your abdomen, teasing shivers off your body as you made your way down. You closed your eyes, imagining Jaebum’s hands pulling down your shorts and his fingers softly dipping down, past the band of your panties.

“Mmm,” you hummed lightly, finally relieving yourself as you pressed against your clit. You stretched your fingers out, teasing at your wet entrance before spreading your own arousal in circles against your clit. “Fuck, right there.”

Jaebum stopped in the middle of heading to his own bedroom at the sound of muttering outside your door. You were whispering but he had been sure everyone else already went to bed. He inched forward, careful to not make a sound as he leaned into the open gap of your door.

It was dark in the room except for a single streetlamp outside your window illuminating your exposed figure on the bed, eyes shut tight, t shirt sliding up your torso, and palm hidden underneath your delicate panties.

Jaebum watched as your arm began to move faster and your breaths became more shallow. He could feel his own breath constricting as his focus on you intensified.

“Oh, Jaebum,” you moaned, toes curling.

Jaebum felt his pants tighten at the sound of his name on your lips. He couldn’t help feeling a rush of pride as your arched into your own hand, continuously moaning his name under your breath.

“You called me?”

Your eyes flew open in surprise as you darted your hand out of your panties. You laid in shock, eyes looking back into his as you flushed with embarrassment.

“Well?” he went on, reaching the end of the bed. He lifted his leg, letting one knee sink into the mattress before he continued. “Are you just gonna stare at me all night, sweetheart? Or are you gonna continue?”

You swallowed, a new release of arousal pooling into your already soaked panties.

“C-continue,” you whispered meekly.

Jaebum smirked, reaching for your shorts and pulled them off your ankles. “That’s a good girl.”

He climbed fully onto the bed, eyes on you as he slipped two fingers past the band of your panties and pulled the soiled cloth off of you. He smiled before pulling your legs apart and sat between, taking in the beautiful sight of your exposed body under the faint light. You took in a breath as you felt the cool air hit you.

“Let me see how pretty you are,” he ordered, hands rubbing at your knees. “Take off your shirt sweetheart.”

“Jaebum,” you hesitated. “You too?”

You didn’t mean for it to come out as a question but from the look of his face you were glad that it did. You watched his eyes trail from your glistening entrance to your exposed belly button and he bit at his lips.

“Only for good girls,” he finally responded, hands trailing up your thighs. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me, Y/N?”

You let out a whimper as he pressed his thumbs into your inner thigh. You quickly tossed the flimsy t shirt over your head and off the bed, exposing your perky breasts to Jaebum’s hungry eyes.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered before taking off his own shirt. You inhaled, taking in the sight of his abs and the faint trail leading to the bulge in his pants. “Now touch yourself.”

You let out a moan as your eyes remained on his and your fingers returned to your entrance.

“No, no,” he groaned, hand clutching your wrist and pulling your fingers away. “Did I say you could put your finger inside yet?”

“No,” you whispered, legs squirming as you ached to be touched. You licked at your lips, your free hand coming to squeeze at your own breasts. “Please, Jaebum. Please let me finger myself.”

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath as he watched you knead at your nipple frantically. You looked so fucking delicious and desperate. “You’re so needy, Y/N.”

He dipped his head down, sucking at your sticky fingers and making you moan at the sight. “God you taste delicious. I could taste you all night, but since you’ve been waiting, why don’t you show me how you look when you’re cumming from your own fingers, okay?”

You nodded eagerly as he released his grip on you and you sunk two fingers into your entrance with a whimper. Jaebum moaned at the sight, pushing down his own sweatpants and boxers, and finally released his cock from its tight confinement.

“Oh fuck,” you cursed, watching as Jaebum squeezed his own cock in his hands, a small drop of precum leaking to the thick, red tip. You dipped your finger in faster, other hand sliding to your clit as you tried to match your pace to his strokes. You moaned in pleasure, never wanting more in your life than to have his cock in your hands, feeling those thick veins pulsing against your own palms.

“You like what you see sweetheart?” he smirked, slowing down his pace and giving himself one rough stroke up so that even more precum leaked to his tip. You moaned, licking at your lips and wanting nothing more than to press him against your tongue.

“Please Jaebum,” you whimpered, fingers slipping out of yourself as you reached forward for his arm. “I want you inside me already.”

He grinned, inching forward as if he had just been waiting for you to say that. “Aww, are your fingers not doing it for you?”

You pouted, closing your eyes in another whimper. “No, I need more. I need you.”

He chuckled, watching you arch in desperation. “Yeah, you want to feel my cock inside you? You want to cum around my dick, don’t you? Been dreaming about it all night, haven’t you sweetheart?”

He rubbed the tip of his dick against your clit and you groaned at the sweet friction, lifting your pelvis to align your entrance.

“Jaebum,” you whined.

“It’s too bad,” he teased, slapping his dick roughly against your pussy. “I only reward good, honest girls. You weren’t very honest today, were you?”

You whimpered, biting at your lip in agony as you shook your head.

He smirked, watching you squirm underneath him. “Be honest with me then. Since when did you start masturbating?”

“Jaebum, please!” you urged, trying to press your entrance harder against him. At the same time, your whole face blushed red at the question and it only urged Jaebum to tease you more.

He leaned away, squeezing your thigh harshly. “Y/N,” he warned.

“16!” You finally answered, hands flying to your face in embarrassment. “After a friend told me she got eaten out for the first time I went back home and fingered myself while imagining it was her boyfriend’s tongue.”

Jaebum bit at his lip, running his thumb across your clit. You sighed into his sweet touch. “That’s a good girl. Now tell me when did you start thinking of me?”

You groaned, feeling him press his tip to your entrance again as he swirled his thumb deliciously against your nub. “A-As soon as I saw you.”

You flushed, hiding your eyes behind the crook of your arm as you confessed. “After the first lecture, I waited until Lina fell asleep and I made myself cum while thinking about you.”

Jaebum groaned. “You naughty girl, you’re getting more wet just talking about it.”

You looked up at him again with a whimper. “Please, Jaebum, please I want you inside me.”

“Fuck,” was his only answer before he pressed his cock into your entrance, sliding slowly into your heat until you were filled to the brim.

“Oh god,” you sighed when he stilled inside you. You looked up to see Jaebum’s eyes squeezed tight, his muscles tense above you. After so much teasing, you realized he was just as much desperate for you as you were for him. You could feel him shiver against you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his body leaning down on yours as he nuzzled his face into your neck, lips sucking softly at your sensitive skin.

“Mm,” you whimpered, arching into him. “Jaebum.”

You felt him breathe loudly into your neck before he started moving, sliding his cock out until it was just the tip before slamming roughly back into you.

“Oh, Jaebum!” You moaned, hands coming to the back of his head, clutching at his hair as he continuously slammed his hips over and over into you.

You arched your hips, meeting his thrusts desperately as you felt the pleasure building in your core.

“Please don’t stop, Jaebum,” you begged, feeling yourself begin to squeeze around him.

He answered with a sloppy kiss to your lips, groaning into your mouth as he quickened his pace.

“Fuck,” he moaned, feeling you squeeze around him. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.”

“Mm,” you muffled against him, pressing your lips to his throat. You sucked at his skin, relishing in the way his moans vibrated against your lips. Just the feeling of his deep groans vibrating from his throat was enough to make you lose it.

You moaned into your kisses as his thrusts became sloppier and more urgent.

“Oh god, Jae—” you clutched tighter around his neck, the pleasure tightening in your core. “Please don’t stop.”

Jaebum answered with faster thrusts, hitting your g-spot each time and sending electric shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

“Mm, Jaebum!” you moaned before the pleasure building in your core finally snapped, sending a shock of white heat throughout your body.

“F-fuck,” Jaebum stuttered, feeling you clench around his cock. He thrusted into you roughly a few more strokes, teasing out your high until he was spilling hot spurts of white inside you.

You sighed into the crook of his neck as you felt the final waves of his orgasm twitching inside you.

“Wow,” you breathed out.

You felt Jaebum chuckle against you before he pulled out, flipping over to your side.

“That was…wow,” you whispered, a dreamy smile on your face.

Jaebum grinned, turning on his side to look at you. He smirked, “I think that’s the most honest you’ve been all night.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. You pressed a gentle kiss to his throat before resting your head over his chest. You let out a satisfied hum, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against your ear.

“Can I be more honest then and tell you I want another round tonight?”

Jaebum smiled, running his fingers through your hair softly. “Oh no worries, sweetheart. The whole house is going to find out you’re not a virgin by the time I’m finished with you.”

[kpopchangedme]

Nocturna: Part II [M]

The fragile peace between undead and lycanth is imperilled your arrival to the Inferorum Castrum. Between the changing power dynamics of the wolf pack and the insatiable urges of the vampire king, you aren’t exactly sure where your loyalty lies.

Protagonists: Im Jaebeom | You | Bang Chan

Word Count: 5k

Genre: NSFW | *SMUT* | Supernatural!au | Vampires | Werewolves | Angst | Romance | Love Triangle

Snippet: Straightening, he gazes down at you, blood-red eyes roaming your exposed chest with a new kind of hunger. Apparently, even creatures of the night are men. “So,” he asks, challenging, “preferable?” Earlier you only feared him killing you, you didn’t even consider he could request something else entirely, crave more than your blood.

Nocturna Masterlist | HALLOWEEN

Stirring in your sleep, you roll on your side. It’s freezing. By instinct, you tug at the satin sheets covering you, still only half-conscious. There’s something abnormally cold and hard close, in a haze, you run your fingers on the mattress to find it. The object is smooth and elongated, you explore it, slowly opening your eyes as you reach its end; long, slim, soft, icy… Fingers.

You don’t own satin sheets.

Awakening in a rush of adrenaline you sit, jumping as far away from the corpse next to you as you can. You hit a stone wall in your haste. You’re in a dark room, you can barely see anything. Your entire body aches dolorously and, remembering the scene in the forbidden forest, you reach for your injured back. The skin that was torn apart is now silky and perfect, smooth as though it was all a bad dream, your face is the same. Cautiously, you rotate your shoulder, and the pain you feel tells otherwise. That, as well as all the holes and the dry blood stiffening your clothes.  

Somehow you were healed and survived.  

Your gaze falls to the inanimate corpse on the other side of the bed, you are beginning to distinguish his features now. Is this his doing? He seems dead and you might believe that to be true if you hadn’t seen him move and talk just fine earlier. His hair is charcoal, one with the darkness, but his skin is drained, so pale it’s translucid and dark veins course under it. He is gorgeous, but also undoubtedly evil. You shiver, staring at the dangerous resting vampire. The sun must still be up if he has brought you into his den. He probably feeds at night; it must be the only reason you are still breathing.

Millimetres by millimetres, you slide away on the canopy bed until you reach its edge. You keep your eyes on him, rendered statuesque by his immobility. When you’re toes touch the stone floor, you allow yourself a soft exhale of relief. He still hasn’t moved. This is your chance to escape. Your shoes and hunting gear are nowhere to be found, but you don’t waste time searching. Careful, you tiptoe to the other side of the darkroom. Already unlocked, the door opens on the end of a large stone corridor, sparsely lit by hung torches. You hesitate, having no idea how you got here in the first place, or how to get out. The vaulted ceiling is so high above your head, this place must be gigantic. Heart pounding, you glance one last time at the undisturbed vampire on the bed. Did he really heal your wounds? Still, you should run. It seems that’s all you’ve been doing today; running away. It started like any morning really, you aren’t sure how it turned out this wrong. One moment you’re hiding behind a bush on the outskirts of the forbidden forest, trying to get a clear shot at a deer, the next… You’re being chased by a giant demon wolf. Was it really Chan? It can’t be. You know the young trapper by heart, he’s sweet and funny. Suddenly you flush, remembering his nakedness. It's like a dark secret fantasy you didn't know you had... But what happened in the forest has to be real… Because you are here, but where is this place anyway? You’ve never seen anything like it.  

It all happens in an instant. Your scream of terror doesn’t even leave your throat when you are suddenly yanked backwards. It is muffled by the cold hand gagging your mouth. Cold.

Dead.

The door shuts on the corridor, letting absolute darkness fall on the bedroom again. You didn’t see him coming, didn’t hear a thing, yet he’s caging you. Just like in the Forbidden Forest. The undead’s arm is wrapped around you, and he’s pressed against your back. This time, however, you aren’t dying, not yet anyway, not that easily. You feel way stronger. Struggling to free yourself from his embrace, you hit him a few times with all your might, but he doesn’t falter. When you bite his hand though, you get a reaction. He takes it back as suddenly as it appeared.  

“Biting?” The vampire asks dryly, and you freeze, mortified. Slowly, he turns you in his arms, like a rag doll deprived of any free-will. “Irony isn’t lost on me...” His marble skin seems to glimmer in the darkness, sharp features emphasized by the shadows. “Do not venture out of here alone. Stay with me if you want to live.”  

“P-Please... Don’t eat me...” You plea under your breath, gaze-wide as he stares back unemotionally at you.  

“Eat you?” His lips stretch, uncovering perfectly aligned white teeth. This time, his fangs are nowhere to be found. “I don’t eat little girls...” The creature reaches for your hair, caging a strand between his long fingers. Leisurely, he lets them slide on the silk. “Not unless they want me to...” A shiver travels down your spine. “I healed you, tidbit.”  

“Why?” At your question, the bloodsucker lowers his head into you, smelling your skin.  

“Because,” he whispers, his nose diving way down and brushing your neck, “I don't like seeing sweet blood go to waste… I hate that Beta Dog... And you begged… I love when people beg me.” You’re frozen still as he replies, unable to pay attention. He's going to bite you at any moment, you're going to die. “Now you owe me.” You simply stand in the creature's arms, motionless, more and more unsure of what he wants. Why isn’t he biting you?  

“O-Owe you what?” The words manage to exit your mouth miraculously, and he pulls back to observe your reaction.  

“Your life. I’d like to propose a deal for it...” The vampire pauses, getting distracted, “You’re much prettier unbattered, tidbit.” Bringing two fingers under your chin to observe you, he holds it like it's something frail and precious. “Is there anything else you desire, other than your life?”  

“G-Grandma… I need to return to my gran's h-house.” You seem unable to tear your gaze away from his mesmerizing dead irides. You’d do anything to get back home, return in one piece from this hellish hunt.

“I have been told that story before… The one with the big bad wolf.” He chuckles, barely audible. The elegant undead seems to ponder on something before speaking again; “One night.”

“W-What?”

“My price.” He specifies, sternly. “For your life and safe return. I’m being generous since you are from there.” Your village, so the legends were right. Vampires don’t usually murder people from Ianua.

“You won’t drink my blood?”

“Of course! One night to feed...” His index traces your jugular and your heart accelerates. “I really hate dogs.” He scoffs, clearly disgusted at the memory of the meeting in the woods. “You owe me a drink, tidbit.”

“Don't call me th-” Before you reveal your actual name, your mouth is covered.

“Identities have invaluable power here, walls have ears.” The creature whispers hurriedly, so close that you have chills. “Don’t give more than what I ask, or you’ll lose everything. One bite.”

“Then what?” You’re stunned when his hand disappears, and you’re sure your breath on his ear is the reason he slightly jerks back. “Can bloodsuckers really feed without killing humans?” That’s not what you heard from the legends.

“I’m not some barbarous monster, ignorant little girl.” Prideful, his eyes narrow, becoming two straight bloody cuts on his sallow skin. “I’ll escort you back to the outskirts of the forest before dawn, safely. You have my word, that's all I can offer. Do you take this deal?”  

Like you have a choice, what are your other options really? You need to trust he’ll keep his promise. “Yes...” You agree, worried you’re making a deal with the Devil himself, or its spawn at the very least.  “One bite.”

Instantly, his stone face slices apart, lips stretching on the same gloomy smile he offered earlier. Again, you are spun in his arms in a flash. He takes hold of your shoulders, immobilizing you. The creature's nose plunges into your neck, and you wait anxiously for his fangs to sting. It’s the tip of his tongue that grazes your skin first though. You don’t even try to pull away, too stunned. As if tasting you, the vampire leans closer. He traces a path up to a particular spot in the crook of your neck before pausing there, teeth beginning to dig in.

“Does it hurt?” You blurt out before your skin rips, and he stops.

“Not me.” The undead snickers, evidently finding your question particularly futile. “Don’t worry. The pain won’t last, your heart is beating too fast...” Shaking your head in a daze, you don’t notice the way his hand creeps up to cover your chest and feel its pulse. “You are lucky I am the one who raised and came to you. I am way more considerate than most...” He says the last sentence like he’s a benevolent saviour, not the leech parasite who is about to drain you. Hesitant, his mouth hovers above your skin before he sighs, straightening up. “There’s a way humans enjoy the bite.” He admits half-heartedly, fully letting go of you the first time.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Letting out a breath of relief you turn to find him already sitting back on the edge of the bed, on the other side of the room. He quirks a brow at your astonishment. Inhuman speed, right.

“Because... I didn’t think suffering would matter that much to you if I made it brief. You went through a lot worse in the forest. You seemed to be a fighter.” Of course, it does, perhaps vampires don’t know pain. They are dead after all. Glancing at the door, you make a silent choice; you’ve made a deal, so you won’t run. Although, you doubt you could make it far anyway.

“Do you not like it... That agreeable way?”

“Oh, I would.” The undead’s red eyes crease in amusement, aware of something you aren’t. “I just haven’t shared that with a mortal in a very long time. I hear the bite stings then, but in a very pleasing way.”   “Is that possible?”

“It would warm you up for my feeding, but I doubt you’d enjoy it much... Not with a bloodsucker like me.” He sounds spiteful, making you regret your earlier choice of words. You didn’t even think the creature had pride to damage.

“I’ve been hurt enough today already...” You pause, but he doesn’t move one iota, a beautiful alabaster figure on the mattress. “Let’s do it… The agreeable way.”

“Are you sure?” He counters, way softer, mood shifting. If this back and forth goes on, the night will be over before any actual biting happens.  

“Yes.” You insist, a lot less anxious since he almost seems concerned. The right corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

“As you wish, tidbit.” In a blur, the undead is standing before you again. “Close your eyes,” he commands and you hesitantly obey, still a bit wary.

He acts much faster once you do, starting at the brim of your jaw. You fidget when his mouth grazes your sensitive skin at first, not knowing what he’s expecting of you. His hands aren’t even holding you back this time, still, you try to remain in place. His cold lips explore your neck anew, leisurely trailing down. It’s different than before, now he presses them strategically along the way, tickling, almost like kisses. Goosebumps spread over your whole body as you stand there, unsure why you are not entirely hating this.  

“Is that it?” You ask, surprised even though his mouth hasn’t come anywhere special yet. He laughs hollowly against your clavicle. Without warning, the vampire reaches for the hem of your torn shirt, pulling it over your head in one go. You yelp, attempting to cover your unexpected nudity with your arms, but he grabs your wrists. Oh... You are getting the idea now, but you aren’t sure how that is supposed to help with the pain. Straightening, he gazes down at you, blood-red eyes roaming your exposed chest with a new kind of hunger. Apparently, even creatures of the night are men.

“So,” he asks, challenging, “preferable?”

Earlier you only feared him killing you, you didn’t even consider he could ever request something else entirely, want more than blood. At your clear understanding, he smirks, tilting his head as if daring you to prove him right by changing your mind. Part of you is worried, but it isn’t the one you want to listen to right now. The curious one is louder, buzzing in your brain, alive under your skin, craving. He is a predator and an amazing one because the fascination he inspires you at the moment is way stronger than any survival instinct. When he releases your wrists, you don’t move to cover yourself. Instead, you reach for his own shirt, lifting it until he’s also bare. The rest of him is as chiselled as his forearms and features, perfected simply to taunt mortals. Observing your reaction, the vampire purses his lips, very pleased.  

“I guess I was wrong, tidbit.” His voice is huskier than before. Guardedly, his right palm raises to find your cheek, cupping it to pull you into him. Your bodies meet, fitting against one another almost like you’re the same. “You aren’t scared of what I might do anymore.” He states, mere millimetres away from your lips. “How ill-advised.”

“I have your word,” you retort, unable to keep from tilting your head upwards for more. You are possessed.  

“Yes.” Something glimmers in his ruby irides as his thumb stokes your lips.

His mouth covers yours shortly after, firmer than when it was on your neck. The kiss is unlike any you’ve received from men, but that’s to be expected since he is none. What is more surprising though, is how good it feels when his dead tongue finds yours. Despite yourself, you immediately pant, lips parting to grant him better access. The vampire remains calm, guiding you cautiously towards the bed without breaking the kiss. Seemingly unaffected by your physical contact. He lays you on the mattress, brushing your hair with his fingers. Instinctively, you tug at his shoulders for him to follow and he does, climbing over you swiftly. It is your mouth that is exploring his now, and he lets you do whatever you want with it. His right hand cups one of your breasts and your nipple erects instantly at the icy touch.

“Your heart,” he muses, obviously the only one fully in control, “I can make it last.”  

You’re unsure what he means; your heart is about to explode. His hand keeps stroking you delicately, fingers caressing your body and spreading weird tingles on your bare skin. Your mouth is numbed as well as your mind, caution is completely thrown out the window. You’re hazy. You wouldn’t be surprised if this was due to some sort of entrancing toxins he's emanating, you wouldn’t mind. Your nails are digging his stone back, silently begging for more. Landing on your lower stomach, his hand slips inside your hunting leather pants without any shame. It’s something none other ever dared to do before. When he finds your sex, both of you seem to catch a breath, but that could be your imagination.

“You’re burning.” He states, as though it’s unexpected or abnormal. Opening your eyes, you hadn’t realized you closed, you meet his heavy gaze.    

“You’re freezing.” You return, making him laugh mutely. Apparently, some things can still confound him.

“It’s because I’m starving, I haven’t fed in a while...” His hand traces your slit, distracting you. “Now I remember the appeal of human girls,” he murmurs this almost to himself, gently sucking on your collarbone, “so warm, and wet.” His fingers move and automatically, you curve on your back, stretching your neck. “Absolutely no survival instinct,” he adds, kissing your exposed throat.  

“Please,” you beg again and he strokes up and down, purposefully, “J-Jeonha...”

The night creature stops everything at the word, eyes empty for a second as he figures things out. At the moment, the dismay on his face is the most human he’s ever seemed. “That’s…” He struggles to conceal his amusement. “You’re uniquely charming.”  

“What?” You raise on your elbows, confused. You’re pretty sure that’s what Chan – or that man-wolf – called him in the forbidden forest. So, the joke is lost on you.  

“That’s my title, it's not for earthlings.”  

“You have a title?”

Frowning, the vampire takes his hand back and snaps, attitude shifting abruptly. “Must you ask about everything?!”

“I-I just thought…” Winded, you ponder, regretting saying it. “Since you can’t tell me your name.”

“Jaebeom,” he reveals, laconic, “Although its knowledge won’t do you any good. You didn’t ask and called me bloodsucker. My birth name was Jaebeom.”

“But you said-”

“Everyone at Inferorum Castrum already knows my identity.” He snickers, like you have done something silly again. His mood lightens as abruptly as it went sour. “I just meant to protect yours.”

Protect. Feed. Considerate. Blood. Safe. Deal. The words coming out of his dead mouth hold no logic to you whatsoever. Jaebeom. The night creature has a name now. He doesn't feel as strange and foreign. Weirdly enough, you don’t hate that.

Jaebeom smirks, gaze dropping to your quasi-nudity, evidently ready to move on and back in the mood again. When you reach to cover yourself, his mouth presses onto yours, rougher than before. He doesn’t seem to want to discuss formalities any longer. He frees you off your pants almost too easily. In no time, you are fully naked under him, skin ablaze at his contrasting chilly touch. You arch when his hand goes back between your legs, fingers rubbing circles skillfully. Craving more friction, your press closer.

“Jae-beom…” You moan, unable to refrain from it. He doesn’t seem to regret allowing you this little knowledge in the end. At the call he grunts, burying his face in your hair as if struggling with something of his very own. “Again.” You demand, holding to his back for dear life as his thumb does its thing one more time. You don’t even protest when his finger pushes inside your core, shallow at first. He adds another one, daring to go deeper when you rock your hips forward.

“I take back what I said earlier…” He groans suddenly. Sinister as Death, Jaebeom raises above you. “You smell delicious, I want to eat you right now…”

“B-blood?” You ask, slightly shaken. You were just starting to forget how inhuman he is. 

“Not that, tidbit...” He smiles widely, amused beyond your grasp by your innocence. The vampire lowers himself for an umpteenth kiss, lingering on your lips a tad longer before moving down on your body. He kisses his way from your breasts to your stomach and belly button, only stopping his descent when he has reached between your thighs. Oh. Your eyes round in awe when his tongue slides over your sex, mouth opening on a cry that doesn’t come out. “That.” Jaebeom points out, vainly, doing it again. Oh. Your thighs shake at the second stroke and his hands grab them to ease his effort. His grip is strong, final, and he widens you, licking your slit. It’s even better than what his thumb was doing earlier and you fight back a moan with all your might. From what he hinted at earlier, you guess there are others like him near, able to hear your embarrassing sounds.  

“Is… This really…” You pant, overwhelmed as he sucks and circles your mound. “Warming up… To it?” Never in your life did you consider you’d face an actual vampire, even less sleep with him, and want it.

“Yes... To many things.” Jaebeom pulls back, charmed yet again by your evident lack of experience.

Despite what he said earlier, about not having done this in a long time, he has a lot of practice. Then again, vampires don’t age as humans do. Surely, he’s way older than he looks.

He takes his time to observe you like this, spread under him. When you become too ashamed of his gaze and try to close your legs, he doesn’t allow it. “I am going to have you now.” Jaebeom informs casually, not the least flustered by the obscenity of his words. He stands, reaching to undo the buttons of his pants. You watch, abashed when he strips from them, standing naked with his cock erected before you. He tilts his head, trying to read your odd reaction for a while before finally giving up and asking what you’re thinking.  

“About C-… The w-wolf, in the forest,” you admit, and his face twists in distaste. Chan has been at the back of your mind ever since you woke up. There’s no way that wolf was really your friend, one of the persons you trust the most in the entire world. Apparently, that’s a very wrong thing to say at the moment.

“Don’t dare mention that werewolf boy in front of me again,” Jaebeom warns in a growl, climbing back on the bed. Werewolf. “I barely tolerate those savage hybrid freaks as it is.”

“You are not the same.” You state as he lowers himself over you. How have you never heard of beasts like that before? You heard legends of bloodsuckers.

“Obviously.”  

You want to ask him more. If a wolf can masquerade as human, can it make itself look like anyone? Can it know who you care about? But the timing isn't good and the vampire looks very displeased you brought this up. You’re not sure what to say to make it better, so you go in for a kiss. Deep, good, and he hums. You don’t even notice when he positions himself at your entrance, already taken by all that’s going up here. He understands right away when you still under him, too stunned to say anything.  

“Sorry,” Jaebeom mutters, calmly stopping, “we said no pain...” He resumes his kisses as you remain breathless, unsure if this knot is simple nervousness. You knew this was what it meant earlier when he undressed you.

You’ve been with men before, just not like that. You always thought it would be… Never mind. “Again.” You request after a moment, trying to clear your mind. Jaebeom doesn’t hesitate, pushing the tip of his length inside your warm wetness.

Feeling you cramp at the intrusion; he removes it slowly. The emptiness is short however and he inserts himself again, each time pecking along your lips, neck, ear, waiting for you to relax before doing it once more. His hips push forward, pressing your ass down into the mattress. You concentrate, trying to ease the throbbing in your lower stomach. There’s a particularly deeper thrust, and you gasp, troubled. Jaebeom stops everything, a weird shudder shaking his shoulders before he turns to stone. Then he exhales, burying his head in the crook of your neck. One of his hands finds your thigh to part your legs slightly, giving him a bit more of you.  

“You’re bleeding...” He whispers, voice hoarse.

“Is…” You aren’t sure what to reply, given the circumstances and what he is. It doesn’t exactly hurt, it’s a discomfort, a slight burn. “Is it a b-bad thing?”

Jaebeom grunts, rolling his hips, and your nails harshly dig his back. “It’s so good, tidbit...” He exhales shakily, “it’s all I can think about...”  

Trembling, you reach for his black hair, guiding his mouth to your neck. That’s the deal; your blood... And if you’re being honest, in the moment, you don’t feel like it was made to your disadvantage at all. He was right, he’s quite generous. Jaebeom doesn’t bite you though. Instead, he kisses your skin, tongue grazing your jugular. He traces it up until he finds the spot he seems to favour. It’s where he feels your pulse the most, but you have no idea. It is deafening, listening to the sweet melody of your heart beating. He pulls away only to slide back inside your core roughly. Although you’re still tight around him, this time it’s a lot more comfortable. Your legs open to ease his back and forth. You raise your hips, already craving more of this smooth friction you’re discovering.  

“That.” In a trance, Jaebeom sucks on your vein every time it bulges on his mouth. The sensation is far from unpleasant for you. “That is a lovely warm-up.”

He pulls you even closer, breathing you in, and missing your smile. This way sure feels better than the first frightening one, he was right. Jaebeom rhythm doesn’t falter, only getting rougher and messier the more it goes, and you’re far from complaining. You let out small cries, not even minding anymore, as he thrusts harder. His hands pull at your thighs, raising them so he hits a new angle inside you. It’s even more pleasurable, making you lose any sane train of thoughts. You curve on your back, a series of praises and begs uncontrollably falling out of your mouth.

Jaebeom feels your walls clench even tighter than before around his cock, tastes the salty sweat from your skin, hears the subtle change in your breathing. He knows that it’s his moment, his window. He doesn’t wait any longer. His fangs pierce your jugular making you gasp from the thrill. Your blood spurts in his mouth, and it’s even better than what he tasted in the forest. Richer and sweeter than ever. His pupils dilate, world outside the bedroom completely fading as you fill his mouth. Jolting from the pleasure, you cling closer to him, not fully realizing your blood is squirting out of your neck. He knows you’re coming even before you do. It must be your first time for that too because you’re out of it as the waves of shuddering ecstasy hit. You moan, arching into him deliciously, and he forgets why he has been denying himself this for years. He sucks unsparingly, despite himself, unable to control his own pleasure and desires. His hips begin to slow down and he pulls out, overwhelmed, but his lips remain glued to your wound.

Jaebeom doesn’t stop sucking until you’re softening, entire body’s violent convulsions losing steam. Your grip in his hair weakens, sliding on his nape until it falls off entirely. You’re gradually slipping out of consciousness. He promised. Getting a hold on his urges, Jaebeom tears away from your neck with a sinister gurgle noise, his favourite sonata. Your blood gushes out, staining his satin sheets in fascinating intricate patterns but he doesn’t allow himself to revel in them now. Putting his palm over the lacerations to control the bleeding, he brings his right thumb to his mouth, biting down until black blood pearls. You’re aghast between his legs, dying, eyes wide as they slowly seem to mist. He knows how death looks, it’s enough. If you didn’t remember how you were miraculously healed in the forest earlier, you certainly seem to at the brink of oblivion now. As soon as he offers his thumb, your mouth opens and you cling to his hand. You suck out his blood, panicky panting calming down.

It’s a give and take.

Jaebeom smiles, enjoying the wet heat of your tongue lapping at his finger. Your wound has already started to suture itself, but he lets you drink him a bit longer, awestruck at your eagerness. When he finally removes his hand, you stare up in wonder, winded and quiet, for once.  

You’re the most beautiful thing ever, vibrant, torrid, so fragile and alive in his bed.  

Oh… Now, Jaebeom remembers why he hasn’t taken a human woman like that in forever… Dispassionate, he drops down on the bed next to you, letting the iron smell of the still lukewarm blood numb his uneasiness. You don’t notice at all and you automatically roll closer.  

“You’re almost cool now.”

“Yes,” he mutters, turning to gaze down at you, “thanks to you.”

Your left hand heavily raises to stoke his arm, and Jaebeom relaxes. “I’m so dead…”

His mouth quivers. Close, but not quite. You’re amusing. “Barely.” When he leans in for a kiss you shrink back and Jaebeom stiffens, brought down to reality. Right, that’s more like it. Your survival instincts are back on, you’ve seen the not-so-glorious side of him now.

“Blood…” You mutter weakly, like justifications are in order, like him being a bloodsucking monster to you isn’t enough.

“It’s yours.” He deadpans, taken aback it’s a problem at this point. It wasn’t what he was expecting. Nonetheless, he licks his lips clean from the red thickness and wipes his face.

“It’s…” You’re inarticulate and your eyes shut, overcame by the blood loss. “Disgusting..." The corner of Jaebeom’s lips lifts into a real smirk this time, cute. You are also covered in it but he doesn’t mind... He pecks your forehead as you’re drifting out of consciousness, like earlier when he brought you from the forest and tucked you in. Maybe his feeding was a bit much, he has pushed it. You were already wounded by Jackson's stupid Beta earlier. As you fall asleep, Jaebeom wonders what’s that like, he can’t remember at all. He watches over you as your breathing slows down, heart rate decreasing until it’s a faint beat, peaceful. You’ll recover, humans always do after drinking from a vampire.

The real part of his deal begins now; your safe return. Bringing a mortal into Inferorum Castrum is a lot easier than sneaking out. Things could go wrong in many ways from now on.  

Thinking this, awake, all senses on alert, the night creature has no idea he’s missing the most crucial piece of information about you.

He hasn’t messed up like this in centuries.

Nocturna Masterlist | HALLOWEEN

[yyparkq]

BEGUILED

characters: im jaebeom x reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” and a bit of a pavlovian theory. 

“Creamy Pasta,” you say as you place a lunch box on Jaebeom’s desk. You give him a proud smile and didn’t wait for his response as you waltz back to your seat. Once settled, you grab your sandwich and resume reading your textbook.

Jaebeom peers at your retreated figure, slightly shaking his head as a smile threatened to tug at the corner of his lips. You have already marked him as yours.

When Jaebeom became your classmate in middle school, you didn’t really bother knowing him at first. You’ve always had a lot on your plate, busy with left and right competitions and extracurricular activities in school. This changed, however, when you started being paired with each other on group projects and debate competitions. One day, you realized how annoyingly attractive and popular he actually was. You grew irritated seeing him being flocked by girls every time he went to the cafeteria. You can’t just let any other girl freely hook their arms with him so you thought of various ways to prevent it. Hearing about the Pavlovian Theory gave you the idea of a perfect plan to make Jaebeom helplessly fall in love with you. 

The gesture started innocently but one weekend, you and your mom had a session in the kitchen after you told her of the guy you are liking. Jaebeom is the type of person who eats any kind of food and makes it look so delicious. True enough, when you gave him a set of carefully baked pastries, he savored it and complimented you. What started with simple pastries soon became lunchboxes. 

It’s a rainy morning and most schools and companies already canceled school and work the previous night so now both you and Jaebeom are stuck inside your apartment. When you both got off work the day before, you were convinced the storm will not be leaving the country until a couple of days so when the rain has not subsided the tiniest bit and you noticed JB’s constant breathing as he lay on your couch, you urged him to change into comfortable clothes and invited him to bed to stay the night. 

You rest your chin on the palm of your hand after settling in a stool chair at the breakfast counter. He glances back at you and smiles at your just-woke-up appearance, his eyes turning crescent. His hair is still a mess and clothes wrinkly. “What’s for breakfast, chef?” you yawn loudly as soon as you finish your sentence. 

He tells you he’s making spam and eggs for breakfast and asks you if you want coffee or juice this time since you prefer one over the other on some days. Shortly after, he places perfectly cooked eggs and spam with bread and butter on the side. You roll your eyes and make a face. 

“What?” Jaebeom asks, amused at your expression. 

You jab on your plate. “Perfect eggs. I hate it,” you say as you lift your fork and begin eating. You used to cook all kinds of meals for Jaebeom since middle school but he still makes a better sunny side up compared to you. You love and hate it at the same time. 

He chuckles and reaches out to your big glass of orange juice, taking a sip. 

When you both finish breakfast, you go to the sink to clean up. Not long after, you feel Jaebeom creeping behind you and raking his arms around your waist and under your shirt. You automatically tilt your head to the side to give him room to place his chin onto your shoulders. He stays in that position, occasionally kissing your nape and massaging your belly as you wash the dishes. You’re almost certain you’d both end up spending the rest of the day with lazy sex. Until you hear his phone going off from the living room. He refused to break away from you at first—feigning ignorance on the annoying ring of his phone, waiting for it to stop—but you urged him, leaving him no choice but to fetch it and answer. 

Jaebeom comes back a couple of minutes after a series of high-pitched “What”s and “Are you serious??”, resuming his position behind you. “It’s Jackson. He wants us to look after Haohao today.” 

You pause rinsing the cup you’re holding and turn to him. “Did something happen?” you ask in which he shrugs in return. 

“Must be him and Irene fighting, I don’t really know,” he says nonchalantly. Poor boy having to witness his parents fight like a habit. 

When the doorbell rang an hour later, just when you’re about to put a shirt on after a shower, JB sprinted past you in the bedroom to fetch the little boy. You didn’t even get to greet Jackson as you see Haohao being all too clingy to your boyfriend already, looking for something to eat in front of the fridge. 

You both spent the whole day playing with Haohao until the cute little kid tired himself out and took a hearty nap in your room. You didn’t know you fell asleep with the boy until light kisses started grazing your arms, pulling you from slumber. You took a quick glance at your side and saw Jaebeom sitting at your other side, looking at you lovingly. 

“I love you,” he dips his head and whispers to your ear when you turn to look at the sleeping kid beside you. You blushed at his cheesiness gave him a searing kiss as soon as you successfully got out of the bed without waking Haohao. 

By the time you pulled away from the kiss to grasp air, you answered his sweet declaration of love breathlessly, “I know. I--”

But he didn’t even let you finish your sentence as he initiated another kiss. “Two.” 

You look at him in utter confusion. “What?” 

“Let’s have two kids.” He says as he peppers a side of your neck with kisses. He pulls away a few moments after. “When you’re ready, that is.” He looks at your eyes with all seriousness and you could feel the sincerity in his words. 

You never really talked too far about building your own family together even though you have been a couple since college. Somehow, the mutual trust in your relationship has been enough to know you will no longer try to find another person to spend your whole life with. Hearing Jaebeom expresses his sentiments into building his life ahead and wanting you to bear his children is a new level of intimacy for you to tear up a little. How can you possibly deserve this kind of man? All those lunch boxed meals and baked pastries were all worthy. You silently thanked the heavens for giving you an Im Jaebeom in this lifetime. 

[gyeomork]

Explanation

(im jaebeom x reader)

genre: angst, light smut, fluff, roommate au

warnings: mild cursing, suggestive themes

word count: 3.5k

a/n: so idk if it’s been a long time since i last posted but hey i’m back lol. my last fic got like a lot of love so i was like oh shit wtf thAnk yU. so basically i got kinda in my jaebeom feels because of these pictures i saw and they just kinda hit different so i made a fic lol. anywAy k bye ^3^

“please please please~” jackson begged me. we were currently sitting on the couch in the living room having a conversation about me moving out so his girlfriend could move in. “you guys could just stay in your room and i’ll stay in mine. i’ll try to make my presence as unknown as possible” he looks at me bewildered. “y/n no!” i let out a deep sigh. “alright so let’s say i do move out, where would i go? hm?” “i already have that planned out “ he points at me and smirks “one of my best friends, jaebeom, i told about him right?” i nod. “he’s been living by himself for a while and having kind of a hard time paying for the place so i was hoping you could move in with him” i think about it for a few seconds. “is it cheaper?” he nods assuringly. “ok” i say and he jumps up in excitement. “but you have to do most of the heavy lifting” “ok!”

jackson sets down the last box in my new room. i lay down on the mattress already getting tired from the thought of packing out. “there you go. jaebeom should get home from work at 7 so you have some time to be loud with your music and bad singing”. “hey!” i attempt to kick him but he pushes my foot away. “that’s one thing i wont miss” he continues and i pout. “but overall i’m gonna miss you” he pats me on the head and i smile. “me too”. “listen, i gotta get going but have fun packing out ok! bye~” before i could say bye in return he slams my door shut. he’s not gonna miss me. i put on my music and start opening up the first box.

i finally finish packing out and take a shower to cool my body down. i put on some shorts and a tank top. i check the time and it was 6:43 pm; jaebeom should be getting home soon. I think to make a ‘thank you for letting me live here’ dinner-gift. i walk out my room and was surprised when the front door opened and two shadows walked in. god my first day here and we’re already getting robbed. the tall, wide shouldered shadow turns on the light and reveals a recognizable face from the some of the pictures jackson posted on instagram. he sees me and freezes in shock. the smaller shadow reveals a very pretty woman’s face that automatically turns defensive. “who is she and what is she doing here?” she inquires. i intervene hoping to clear the air “i’m y/n, jaebeom’s new roommate.” i hold out my hand for her to shake. she looks at me and scoffs, then to jaebeom “i can’t believe you” she walks out the door slamming it behind her. jaebeom goes after her and i’m left standing there awkwardly. i go back to my room to avoid more awkwardness when they come back. i can always make that thank you dinner another time. a few minutes later i hear a soft knock on my door. “y/n? it’s jaebeom” i get up and open the door. “i’m sorry i didn’t know-” “no, no it’s fine it’s my fault actually i forgot you were coming today and i forgot to tell her. i’m sorry she was so rude to you, she can be.. defensive at times” he looks kind of stressed. “it’s ok, i won’t take it personally”. “i’m jaebeom” he holds his hand out “we didn’t get to properly introduce ourselves earlier” i shake his hand “y/n” we both give small smiles. we hold hands and eye contact for a little too long. he scans my body and i become self conscious remembering that i don’t have a bra on. i let go and cross my arms over my chest. “i’ve had a long day, so i’ll be going to bed now. good night.” i closed the door as quick as i could without being rude. i scold myself for not wearing the proper clothes. i was so used to living and being so comfortable with jackson that i completely forgot that this is not how you dress around a stranger. especially a man. an attractive man. with a girlfriend. i brush my teeth and go to bed to avoid overthinking.

i wake up early the next morning to make a thank you breakfast instead in hopes of getting on jaebeom’s girlfriend’s good side. jaebeom walks into the kitchen while i’m in the middle of cracking an egg. “good morning” he says in a husky voice. “good morning” i reply back. “you didn’t have to make breakfast, i’m the one that usually makes it” “oh no i wanted to make a thank you dinner last night but..” “my girlfriend” he finishes my sentence for me. “where is she by the way? i want to apologize” he frowns and sighs deeply “she got mad yesterday and left. and i told you it’s not your fault, you don’t have to apologize” he puts his hand on my shoulder and stares dead into my eyes. all of a sudden, i get hot. like extremely. like so hot i begin sweating. like so hot that i hear beeping… beeping? i turn around and realize that the pancakes i had on the stove caught on fire. i immediately start panicking and trying to blow it out and it only gets bigger. jaebeom comes with a fire extinguisher and pulls me away from the fire by the waist. he puts out the fire swiftly and sinks to the floor. i sit across from him and try to regulate my breathing. he squeezes the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.  god my second day here and i almost burn the house down. what tomorrow? i blow up the whole neighborhood? i get ready for the ‘you almost made my girlfriend break up with me and burn my house down get the fuck out’. but instead he just starts laughing and i do too. “what the hell were you cooking that it caught on fire like that?” “pancakes” he widens his eyes at me. “oh i am definitely cooking from now on” “no i promise i can cook just let me show you” i get up and reach for the pan. he gets up too and stops my hand from even getting remotely close to the pan. “i think we should settle for some cereal” “ok” i sigh. he pours us both a bowl and says “i don’t work today so if you’d like to do something and get to know each other, i’m free all day”. “yeah sure what did you have in mind?” “i was thinking about noraebang (karaoke). i think it’ll be really good to destress after..” he looks to the stove. “stop!~” he bursts out laughing. “so is that a yes or no?” “yes, i’ll go” “what time do you want to go?” i look at the time that reads 9:28 am “maybe around 2-ish”. “ok, 2-ish it is” he gives me a cute smile.

we enter the small room of stress relief and put our stuff down. “you want to go first?” jaebeom asks. “why should i go first?” “you must have the more stress than me, after all you did almost burn our house down” my heart kind of fluttered at ‘our house’ but it was overpowered by the annoyance i felt. i suck my teeth and grab the microphone and remote. i choose a song to terribly sing to and begin. i get a 64 as a score and when i turn around jaebeom is staring at me in disbelief. “yeah, yeah i’m bad at signing ok next your turn” “i wouldn’t say ‘bad’ i’d just say a little.. flat that’s all” “yeah ok here” i roll my eyes at him and shove the microphone in his chest; he snickers. he chooses a ballad and starts singing. and holy shit he can sing. this man sing sing like damn. when he’s done he gets a score of 98. “so this is why to took me here huh. to show off” i accuse him. “no, not at all” he waves me off and laughs. “here it’s your turn” he holds out the mic to me. “no let's do one together” i grab the other mic. we choose a trot and have fun just jumping around and being fools. there was a time when i was laughing my ass off and jaebeom was standing there staring at me, smiling. i guess he was amused by my ugly laugh but either way it made me blush. after dozens of songs later, jaebeom was doing his last one. he chose a slow love song and the way he was singing it could make anyone fall in love with him. he sung with his eyes closed; he knew it like the back of his hand. he turned to face me and opened his eyes to bore holes into mine. the normal me would avert to look at anything other than his eyes but there was something different about this time. i felt like if i did, my heart would stop or my lungs would burst or something would happen where i couldn’t live anymore. i felt like everything i needed to live was in the eye contact we were currently holding. he continues to sing to me with loving eyes and cups my cheek with his soft hands. my face would be hot if it weren’t for his rings cooling me down. the song ends and he drops the hand holding the mic to his lips to his side. he tilts his head to the side and leans in. his lips meet mine and i freeze. his kiss was soft and delicate like he didn’t want to hurt me, like he was scared i would reject him. i close my eyes and kiss him back. that fear was soon replaced by lust and desire. he bends down to put the mic on the table without breaking the kiss. the now unoccupied hand finds its way to my hip, pulling me closer. my hands move to the back of his neck and get lost in his hair. they move to his chest as i snap out of it and push him away. “you have a girlfriend” i say in disgust. “how could you even think about doing this to her?” i furrow my eyebrows “to me?” i reach for the door handle and jaebeom grabs my wrist. “y/n” i shake him off aggressively and walk out of the noraebang and all the way home.

when i get home jaebeom is waiting for me in the couch with his head in his hands. i try to walk past him quickly to my room but as soon as he sees me and jumps up almost immediately to block my way. “y/n please let me explain” “what is there to explain?” i maneuver my way around him. “a lot” he follows me on my way to my room. “no i think i understood the situation very clearly” i try to slam my door but he stops it with his hand. “no you didn’t and you still don’t” “ahh really? what part about you kissing me while having a girlfriend could i not possibly understand?” i succeed in slamming the door this time and lock the door. “all of it!” he yells through the door. i take a deep breath and rub my temples. i take a hot shower to calm my nerves and stay in my room for the rest of the day until it was time to go to bed.

the next day i pack a bag early in the morning and go to jackson’s place. i just couldn’t stay in that house, i needed a break. i think i’ve been more stressed in the last two day than i’ve ever been in my life. i ring on the doorbell and thankfully jackson answers the door. “y/n what the hell are you doing here so early?” “so i don’t have to see jaebeom” “what? why? don’t tell me you guys fought already” “i tell you everything” i walk inside and to the living room.

i finish my story without getting my blood completely boiling. “well, i think you should let him explain” jackson says as if it were that simple. “no! why should i?” “you know how hard it can be to control feelings especially if they’re strong and i know jaebeom, i know he wouldn’t be so irrational”. i know i should trust what jackson says because despite his stupidity at times, he actually gives good advice but i can’t help but get upset thinking about what jaebeom did. i just wish he would have vocalized himself first before making such an impulsive decision. “plus i know things that you don’t” he says persuasively. “ok but give me a few days to cool down” “as much time as you need as long as you listen to him” he pats me on the shoulder. “great so can i stay here?” it wouldn’t be too bad because jackson’s girlfriend knows me and would be understanding. “you- wah~ unbelievable! yes but only for two days ok” “i thought you said i could take as much time as i needed” “you can but not in my house” he gets up to go to his room. “some friend huh” “the best” he shouts down the hallway.

it’s been about four days and i get a text message from a random number.

“y/n hey it’s jaebeom when you see this please respond. i am so sorry for what i have done but if you could just let me talk to you everything will be better, i promise”

i could not believe this man had the audacity to text me. did it look like i wanted to talk to you?

i respond anyway.

“promises are made to be broken”

i turn off my phone in anger. how did he even get my number in the first place? i close my eyes and take a deep breath “jackson!” i yell. he peeps into the room like a kid who got caught stealing a piece of candy. “did you give my number to jaebeom?” “yes but-” “no buts, you’re supposed to be my friend and help me why would you do that?” i say starting to get fed up. “because! you need to get out my house y/n! it’s almost been a week. how am i supposed to get some quality alone time with my girl if you’re here moping around?” i stay silent. now i see why he needed me to move out. he sighs “listen, jaebeom is at work right now so we could go over there-” i cut him off “no. nope, not possible” “y/n listen to me please” he says in a serious tone.  “fine” “ok so we can go and when he comes home i can help let both sides of the story be told and let you guys come to an understanding and everything can be sunshine, happy, and rainbows again” i laugh at the last part. “so do we have a deal?” i sigh deeply in defeat “deal”.

when we get to my shared home, i go to my room to put my bag away and jackson follows with a chair. “why are you bringing that?” “we need to all be facing each other you know. i read somewhere that it helps the brain process information in a more understanding way” i don’t think he did but i’d rather not question jackson at his weird times. i open my room door and walk in to see jaebeom sitting on my bed. i turn back to leave and the door is closed. i try the handle and it doesn’t budge. jackson yells from the other side of the door “you’re not coming out until you guys are all made up” i roll my eyes so far back they nearly get stuck. “y/n” a soft voice comes from behind me. “yes” i answer back with poison in my tone. “please” his voice plead and i found it hard to say no. i turn back and sit next to him on the bed, making sure to keep my distance. “go ahead” “thank you. firstly, i want to say i’m sorry for not speaking my mind before i made such a choice and not trusting you enough to tell you the situation and making you feel used. so that woman that you saw me with that first night was once my girlfriend that i actually considered to be my girlfriend but that was ages ago in college. i got this place when i was in a good enough position to and everything was good for a while but then bills got overwhelming and i needed some help and she was there for me. but then she got extremely controlling and i wanted to break up with her for the longest time but every time i’d try to she’d threaten me by saying that i’d lose this place and that my parents wouldn’t take me back because they told me not to do this and i just felt so trapped” i rub his shoulder in an attempt to console him. “so when jackson said that you could move in i was so relieved like the weight of the world was lifted off of me. that night when she stormed out and i followed her, i broke things off and that had to have been the best night of my life. i didn’t want to tell you we broke up at first because i knew that no matter how many times i’d say it’s not your fault, you’d still blame yourself. and i was embarrassed to tell the truth, i was afraid you’d think i was pathetic. but i feel even more pathetic now that you’re mad at me and you have a right to because it’s all my fault”. i started to feel guilty “jaebeom no it’s not, i should’ve let you explain yourself. i was a insensitive bitch and i should’ve listened to you instead of leaving without notice” “no don’t say that” he cups my cheek just like he did in the noraebang minus the rings so this time, my face was heating up completely. “why shouldn’t i?” i ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “because i hate seeing you beat yourself up and every time you do i want to kiss you until the sun comes up” his face was so close that his breath was brushing lightly on my face. “so why don’t you?” “can i?” “god jaebeom yes”. he crashes his lips into mine with longing and fervour; i return the same emotions. i feel his hands all over me and he lays me down without breaking the kiss. “let me make everything up to you” he kisses a trail down my jaw to my chest. he hastily pulls my shorts down and spreads apart my legs. he kisses the insides of my thighs lovingly and pulls down my underwear.

he collapses next to me and we both catch our breaths. he pulls me on top of him and holds me in his arms. he caresses my cheek “you’re so beautiful” he kisses me on my forehead and i smile. we stay there for a while, enjoying each other’s presences until my stomach rumbles and i curse at myself. “hungry?” he chuckles. i cover my face with my hands and smile shyly. he pulls my hands away from my face and kisses them. “come on, i’ll make you something and i won’t let it catch on fire” i frown at him and he laughs. he puts on his boxer briefs and leaves the room. i soon follow him to his room to steal some clothes from him. i search through his drawer and grab a black long sleeve to put on. jaebeom comes behind me and grabs me by the waist to move me out of the way so he can search through the drawer as well. “is jackson still here?” “no he left a long time ago” i hum in understanding. “wait, how do you know? and come to think of it how did you get out the room?” he freezes in front of me like a deer caught in headlights and runs out the room. i catch up to and jump on his back. he falls to the ground “tell me!” i start pinching him. “ok ok i asked him to plan it” “you ask him to plan for us to have sex?!” “no! i asked him to bring you here so i can apologize and leave after 30 minutes so then i could confess but i guess things took another route”. “ugh i hate you guys” i ease off of him but he turns on his back and pulls me back down on him. “you couldn’t possibly hate me babe”