#lim jae-beom one shots

[eureka-its-zico]

Damage

Request: You meet JB in a bar and have a one-night stand

A/N: My friend has asked me for JB fics none stop. I haven’t been able to finish one, because I get stuck in my head and think everything is trash. I think this one is okay, at best. I’ve edited as much as my eyes can stand. Either way, she seemed to enjoy it. I hope you all enjoy it in some way too. Much Love, Jenn

p.s. It’s named Damage because I literally had the song of the same name from H.E.R playing on repeat the entire time.

Jaebum X Reader

Genre: SmUt

Words:5534

Warnings: semi-public sex, rough play, some ass-slaping - you get the picture -

There was a time that the idea of sleeping with a complete stranger from a bar would’ve never crossed your mind. It wasn’t that you were a prude. A part of you secretly wanted to know what it felt like to be so overwhelmed by another that they made you less cautious and more adventurous. No one ever seemed able to stir that emotion in you, however. 

Until you’d met JB. 

Now, as his fingers traced across your skin, his lips kissed at the hollow of your neck, you couldn’t imagine an alternate universe where you didn’t say yes. Where you weren’t pressed into the backseat of a stuffy cab not caring that you had an audience while JB’s hand made its way between your thighs. His mouth hungrily lapping up your moan as his fingers slid under the edge of your panties. 

A part of you should’ve felt embarrassed. You were passengers in this cab. The obvious audience of the older man up front would’ve normally made you shove his hand away with your cheeks pink; pretending to care if they watched. 

But JB was a force you weren’t used to. One that threatened to consume you and god, did you want to be consumed. 

EARLIER

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“Come on, Y/N. You can’t be sad forever about that asshole.” 

Your fingers skimmed the paper of your beer smearing an image of a heart in the condensation. Your teeth drawing in your bottom lip as you thought about what your friend was saying. Of course, she was right. It was two weeks, give or take, since you broke up with Mark. You’d had your days of wallowing, eating copious amounts of ice cream, and crying on the couch watching rom-coms and asking why can’t your life be like this? 

There wasn’t any doubt your ex wasn’t off doing the same. Hell, he’d made sure to take pictures of his latest escapades and made sure to share it to his social media. Not that you were looking at any of it or anything. 

“You’re right,” you huffed out in defeat. 

Why was it so hard to let him go? It wasn’t like he’d had such a hard time deciding to end your relationship. 

“I’m sorry. What was that? Can you say it a little louder for me please I’m hard of hearing.”

You shot her a look of disbelief that sent her head falling back with laughter. 

“This one time you might be a little bit right.”

You took a swig of your drink to hide your own smile. 

“Plus, how can you be sad over that loser when the hottest dude is five feet away.”

You followed her eyes to see what had her making such a bold claim. There were plenty of good looking men and women in the bar. How could one person possibly hold the title when your opinion could be different? 

It wasn’t. 

You found him easily. No longer needing the guide of your friend to find who it was that’d caught her attention. And sweet Jesus he was hands down the best looking in the room. 

He was leaning up against the wall. His eyes half crescent moons as he smiled. One hand holding a beer that was close to his lips as he replied back to whatever his friend said. You shamelessly watched how his lips wrapped around the bottle to take a drink. The sharpness of his jaw and the expanse of his neck. 

You wanted to know what he looked like with his mouth on you and tasting the sweetness between your thighs. 

The desire for it caused your legs to squeeze together to give yourself any sort of friction. Your mind still going over the fantasy you were creating with him in the starring role. Suddenly, he was looking back at you. A harsh blush rose to your cheeks at being caught but refused to look away. 

God! What am I doing?! 

You’ve never been the one to make the first move. Of any kind. Eye contact felt like a first move of showing interest, but you were more than interested and a part of you wondered if he could see it. See that even this far between your spaces in the bar how badly you wanted to know how he tasted. 

A gasp brought your attention back to the position of your friend. Her mouth agape in shock but that threatened to spill into a smile at any moment. 

“Hollleeeeey shit! Did you just give that guy ‘fuck me eyes’ from across the bar?”

You scoffed at the idea before shooting a cautionary look back in his direction. Using your elbows that were on the top of the bar you swiveled yourself to face the many rows of liquor. Fighting the urge to look back at him again or acknowledge your friend bouncing in her seat. 

“Yes you fuckin did!”

Your reply was a quick swig of your drink as you tried your best not to grimace at the taste. You’d been babysitting it too long and now it was lukewarm. 

“I've had my heart broken. I’m not dead,” you replied. 

“Let’s go over and talk to them!”

Your head whipped in her direction so fast you swore you’d ended up with whiplash. Yes, you were looking. And yes, this man did provoke unholy fantasies, but that didn’t mean you were ready to be that close. 

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. I think this will be good for you.”

She ignored your burst of panic and waved down the bartender who acknowledged her sooner than you would’ve liked. 

“What can I get you ladies.”

“Two shots of tequila, please.”

“What are you doing?” 

She wiggled her brows at you and rubbed her shoulder up against yours. Her weak attempt to pump you up with excitement for whatever diabolical thing she’d planned. 

“Just a little liquid courage before we head on over.”

“Heading towards the door, you mean.”

Your words came out as a grumble. A pout setting in as the bartender set down the small glasses in front of the two of you. Which she quickly slid hers to click beside yours. 

“You, my lovely friend, are going to have both.”

“Are you trying to give me alcohol poisoning?”

“Nope. Just trying to help you get some guiltless sex with a stranger.”

“Wow. You’re so amazing,” you deadpanned. Your hand snacking out to grab one of the shot glasses downing the first one. You were sure the reaction you were having looked like a cartoon character. God, this stuff was disgusting. “I’m pretty sure that stuff causes forest fires.” 

The bartender offered you a lemon, amusement flashing in his eyes. You were hoping he could see the thank you in yours with your mouth shoved full of lemon. 

You left it sitting in your mouth; teeth clenched tight against the softness and the peel exposed between your lips. You wondered if this was picture worthy and received your answer moments later when your friends’ camera flashed in your face. Your vision erupting in sparks of dark spots that left you unable to see. 

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

With the peel still held between your lips you made a face at her. Her mouth opened to reply, and suddenly it closed. Her eyes wide and darting from you to whoever was now perched beside you. 

You remembered you still had a shot left and decided it was time to meet your fate. Your legs moved to turn you to sit straight on the stool when you realized someone was beside you at the bar. In perfect horror movie fashion, you glanced at your right and saw the man who’d caused your need for liquid courage. 

He was just there. His body casually leaning against the bar with an air of coolness that didn’t seem forced. He was talking with the bartender. The two of them locked in a conversation like they were old friends and catching up. Maybe they were. 

Up close he was even more striking. His hair was perfectly slicked back to make it appear short, but it was anything but. The gel he’d used was beginning to wear off and displayed hair that was beginning to fall into his eyes. 

You wanted to run your hands through it. To grip it as you rode his tongue. 

It felt like he must have had a sensation of what you were thinking. He ended his conversation and turned to look at you. A spark of laughter lit up the dark brown of his eyes and you swore you were swooning in your chair. 

“I see you must really like lemons.”

Your brow furrowed as you wondered what the hell he could be talking about. He must have caught on to your confusion and patted a single digit against the lemon peel still peaking like a smile between your lips. Your eyes shot wide with horror as you not too gracefully spit it out onto the napkin. 

“Oh...my...god,” you whispered at the wood of the bar. Praying that the floor would open up and swallow you whole. 

“Hi!” Your friend shot an arm over you with her hand extended for him to shake. “My name’s Vanessa. This is my lovely friend, Y/N. The lemon sucker.” 

Your head jerked in her direction and you hoped she could see how much you wish you could hit her. 

The man beside you, however, looked nothing but amused and took Vanessa’s hand. You couldn’t keep your eyes from looking at his fingers; the way it practically covered all of hers. 

“Nice to meet you both.”

He released her hand and shocked you by leaving his hand open and waiting for you to take. You glanced up at him and then back down to his hand. You took it without waiting too long, because you didn’t want him to think you were rude, or worse, weirder than he probably already did. The minute your hands folded around the other you swore it was electric. 

“My name’s Jaebum. Everyone calls me JB, for short.” 

Jaebum. JB. You would call him whatever he wanted. His voice was soft as he spoke and forced you to move closer to hear him. You wondered if that’d been his plan. It was the only thing you could think of as his thumb caressed over the knuckles of your hand before he took it away. 

You dropped your hand down to the side of your skirt and fought not to rub it against the fabric. The attraction you felt for JB was something that’d come unexpected and you found yourself inexperienced. It felt overwhelming this need to touch him. To be touched in return. To know how he sounded with your lips wrapped around his cock and those same hands on the back of your head. Bending you over and smacking your ass until it was cherry red. 

You were still staring at each other as these devilish thoughts played out in your head. His eyes roamed your face and you wondered what he saw there. If JB could see the dirty scenarios he held the starring role in. His gaze slid over you from the tips of your toes, over the exposed legs from your skirt, your chest, and back up to your face. 

There was no denying he’d thought of his own scenario with you in mind. His pupils fully blown with lust when he brought his eyes back up to you. Your pulse thudded wildly as you struggled to remember how to properly breathe. 

“Did you girls want to come back over to our table?” The question was meant for both Vanessa and you, but when he asked his gaze never left you. He only looked away to point to his indicated spot. “It’s just me and a couple of my friends. I promise, we aren’t weird or anything.”

A bright smile spread across his lips and if you weren’t swooning earlier, you were definitely doing it now. You were nodding your head yes, unsure if you could trust yourself to talk. Vanessa, unfortunately, didn’t seem to have that issue. 

“That would be amazing and so good for her. Her boyfriend just broke up with her. She’s very vulnerable.”

Oh. My. God. Was she winking like an idiot? 

You looked back at her and couldn’t keep the horror off of her face. Luckily, JB laughed it off. He reached out to grab the drinks he’d ordered and motioned with his head for you girls to follow. You waited for Vanessa to start forward before you fell into step beside her. Your arm shooting out to wrap itself around hers just so you could use it to pull her in tight. 

“What in the hell was that!?”

“I’m trying to help you here. Most men love the idea of a girl on the rebound.”

“Because they think they’re easy, Nessa.”

“Precisely.” 

She flicked her finger up like she’d just made a great discovery. The only thing she was about to discover was that you were, in fact, desperate but for a whole other reason. 

No part of you could remember your ex looking at JB. And while the idea of any sort of relationship with him, physical or otherwise, made you excited there was still that small voice in your head. The not so fun responsible part of you reminded you that you didn’t know him. He could be a weird pervert or a serial killer. Ninety-nine percent of serial killers were usually attractive. 

You let out a sigh not sure how to tell her nicely to butt out. 

“Just, help me less. Ok?”

She regarded you for a moment. Her arm peeling itself out of yours before bringing you in quickly for a one-armed hug. 

“Alright. Girl Scouts honor I won’t say anything else.”

“Thank you!”

And you meant it. Lord knew she only meant well, but in the end it came off embarrassing. Like the two of you were sixteen and in high school again. With you passing notes to all the boys you liked because you were too damn nervous to say anything to their face. You thought it was romantic. In reality, it just seemed well, kinda awkward. 

The two of you stood beside the pool table and you did your best not to fidget with your bag. The weight of six new sets of eyes made you feel like an animal in a zoo. 

“Guys, this is Vanessa and Y/N. I invited them over to hang out with us. If that’s cool.”

The friends all seemed to go from caution to excitement at seeing you in two point five seconds. All of them agreeing it was cool, and waving you all over to find a chair to sit in. 

You were following Vanessa to seats in between two  of his friends, when a soft hand on your arm stopped you. You knew without looking it was JB. Your body reacting instantly to his touch as if it’d been set on fire. 

“You can sit next to me. If you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Your voice was breathy. Like you were telling him a secret the two of you only needed to hear. The chair in question that sat beside his own, was inches from him. So close that when you sat down your knees were next one another. 

He regarded you briefly before he turned his attention back to his group. His arm snaking around your chair to rest on its back. You were aware that it was a show of dominance. Of signaling to his friends and anyone else who cared to look that you were his. The thought of it sent a thrill through your body of being claimed. Only wishing he would claim you another way too. 

JB’s group of friends were fun and easy to get a long with. One of them in particular, Hyun-Bae, was incredibly funny. He told stories that were entertaining and knew when to use his humor to make everyone laugh. It was enough to make you almost forget the man beside you. Almost. 

You weren’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere between everyone talking, JB’s hand that’d rested comfortably on the back of your chair had moved. His fingers brushed along your skin from your shoulder to collarbone. Each stroke deliberate; sexual and not. Like he could read that you found it comforting but also craved his touch. 

You ached with the urge to kiss him. To taste the liquor on his tongue. All those times you turned to imagine yourself leaning in and doing just that, you’d met his gaze. The two of you shared  a look of knowing and wondered if he’d just been waiting for you to close the last inches of space between you. You were looking at each other now; eyes hungrily glancing at the others lips. 

You wanted to be brave. To just close that space and tell him just to take you home. Screw this dance of cat and mouse. You didn’t want to be chased. You wanted to be owned. 

Instead, a soft, “Excuse me,” came from you as you rose up from your chair. You couldn’t get your  feet to walk fast enough to the bathroom. You were moving so fast you practically took someone out on the way inside. Getting inside the bathroom, you quickly shut the door and turned the lock. 

You were instantly greeted by your reflection in the dirty, marker-ridden, mirror. What you could see of yourself was defeated. A huff of frustration left you as you removed your bag from your shoulder and placed it on the hook on the back of the door. Your feet scuffing the ground as you took a somber approach to the sink. 

You told Vanessa you could do this. You didn’t need help to tell a hot guy you wanted him to fuck you until your legs were far past jello and more like liquid. And every time you were given the opportunity to do something at all, you backed out. 

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned in. Examining your makeup and how very un-messy it was. 

“Note to self: just fuckin do it.”

Yup. The greatest of pep talks. 

You weren’t ready to leave the sanctity of the bathroom but a knock sounded on the door. Reminding you very quickly that there were actual people who probably needed to use it. You moved to pick up your bag when another knock came. 

“Yea, yea I’m coming. Chill.”

When you opened the door, however, JB was just there. His body pushing into the bathroom causing you to step back to give him room. He closed the door without looking back. His body fully facing you as the door clicked closed behind him. 

“JB? Sorry I was just using the restroom-”

“Is that what that was? I mostly heard talking; no flushing.”

His lips spread in an amused smile no doubt at your expense. Your eyes were probably as white as the moon. How long had he been waiting out here?

“Sorry. I just got a little impatient waiting for you.”

In one fluid motion, his arm snaked around your back, and brought you to his chest. JB was prepared for you and his other hand was already holding your face giving him the perfect leverage to crash his mouth down on yours. The moment your lips met that electricity you’d felt earlier flared back to life. This time, it flared across your skin and sparked in every spot he touched. 

The kiss started out a brush of lips and soon became more. His tongue danced at the edge of your bottom lip and you gladly opened up to him. Your hands plunging to make a mess of his perfectly gelled hair at the same time his tongue slipped inside your mouth. 

You were eager to respond. Eager to caress his tongue with yours. His mouth tasted of the bittersweet liquor he’d sipped on for the last hour. Suddenly, the overwhelming urge to taste yourself on his lips made your body ache to be touched in other places. For your fantasies of his mouth on you to begin here. You didn’t care where. 

JB seemed to understand what you needed. He broke from the kiss fast and turned you around. His body pressed against your back and his hands at the edge of your skirt. You watched in the mirror as he moved your skirt up to your hips exposing your thong to the room. 

He watched you, his lips hovering over your ear before giving it a playful nip, and those same hands were now laced in the strings. JB moved back just enough to squat down so his hands could move them down your legs until he reached your ankles. 

“Step out.”

You followed his command without question. Your head tilting back to watch the little bit of cloth he held in his hand get scrunched up even smaller and placed inside the front pocket of his jeans. His eyes looked up to meet yours, and your body froze with anticipation. Whatever he would ask you to do, you knew you would comply. 

“Spread your legs.”

The demand in his voice was feverish. His own need on display as his hand caressed up your calf until it was between your thighs. A finger teasingly moved across your opening, causing a soft gasp to exit from your lips. You did as you were instructed and waited until you heard an approving, “Hm,” from his lips. 

The room swelled as the anticipation grew. The reflection you’d seen moments ago was washed away and the woman who’d taken her place was eager and ready to offer up her own demands. 

JB moved to stand on his feet with his hands traveling along the curve of your legs and up onto your hips. There his fingers dug into the soft flesh as he leaned into your back, his eyes on yours in the mirror, as he spoke into your ear, “Place your hands on the sink.”

“Spank me first.”

A shiver of shock ran through you. You couldn’t believe you’d said it, but after your request had left you, you’d refused to take it back. Your body craved to be reprimanded by his hands and the smirk on his lips told you plainly he was more than happy to oblige. 

“Beg for it.”

“Please spank me. Please, JB.”

His hand curled up to wrap around your throat as his index finger danced at the edge of your lips. 

“How bad do you want it?”

“I want I-“

The smack reverberated like thunder in the small room. The sting was instant and beautiful. The heat between your legs was aching and your ass jetted against his jeans for any kind of friction. JB stepped back, denying you any form of relief, and landed another smack on your exposed cheek. 

This one made your knees wobble as the pleasure rolled through you. Your hands on the sink was the only thing that saved you from showing him what he’d done. 

“You love that don’t you?”

JB already knew you did, but he wanted to hear you. He needed to hear you say how much you loved feeling his hand leaving its mark, red and angry, on your skin. 

“Yes,” you gasped. “It feels so good.” 

He landed another smack and you couldn’t keep yourself quiet anymore. Your moan loud and aching like your pussy. Luckily, his hand was still on your throat and silenced you by placing his fingers in your mouth. You sucked on them immediately and this time you could feel JB rut against your ass. The hardness of his cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans gave away just how turned on he was at your bathroom escapades. 

He pulled his fingers free from your mouth and, with the same fingers, slick and wet, placed it between your legs. The two digits moving to slide between your folds. First, scissoring around your clit; caressing the delicate bud until you gave him the moan he worked for. 

When the soft sound left you JB slid them deep inside you causing the noise to become louder. A shudder ran through your body as you backed up into him. 

His fingers removed themselves suddenly, and you couldn’t keep the disappointment from escaping you. A whine you were sure sounded like you were close to tears. JB gave your ass another smack and all it did was drive the need inside you closer to madness. 

His hands planted themselves onto your ass and you felt him kneel down. Those two strategically placed hands lifting up the flesh there leaving your pussy exposed and aching in his view. Your hands were gripping the porcelain of the sink so tight you’d thought it’d crack. Your body trembling in anticipation of what he might do and the need to cover yourself up playing tug-of-war in your head. 

The idea of any sort of hiding vanished when his mouth planted itself between your legs. His tongue snaking out to flick across your clit made you back up to greet his mouth. JB quickly took that moment to slide his tongue from clit to ass. The sensation was so foreign and new to you, you weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed, but the pleasure you got quickly washed the thought away. 

JB gave you no time to pull yourself together. His face was back between your legs with an eager tongue to lick up every last drop. His tongue swirled around your clit and sent light flicks when you were least expecting it. Each time your legs threatened to crumble, but JB held you there with steady hands.

His tongue explored you thoroughly and put to his memory what made your knees weak. What caused a soft mulling sound of need to claw up from your throat. And what caused your grip on the sink to become almost violent. 

Between each languid lick his tongue would find itself taking long strides all the way up and back down to your peak. Your body had now grown accustomed to the new sensation, and you welcomed it greedily as you pushed back against his face. 

When JB knew you were so close to your sweet release he focused his tongue more on your swollen bud. Each new caress of his tongue gradually made it harder for your arms to hold you up. For your legs to keep from shaking uncontrollably. 

Your orgasm continued to grow; blossoming between your folds with an ache that your body felt. You were so, so close and with a final thrust of his tongue you felt your world spin and that sweet heat between your legs finally sent shockwaves all over your body. 

You came moaning so loud anyone else would’ve thought you were screaming. Your head thrown back and riding the sensation of his greedy mouth taking everything you had to offer. 

When his lips finally released from you, your body was still coming down from your orgasm. The loud panting that came from you as you leaned against the sink completely spent. You watched in the mirror as he pulled a golden foil packet from his pocket. His eyes sinfully watching you as he ripped it carefully with his teeth. JB’s finger moved quickly to take out the slick rubber from the packet and begin to work it down his shaft. 

You’d been so consumed with recovering from his tongue that you hadn’t realized when he’d taken his cock out of his jeans that were now shameless at his ankles. He put a few fingers inside your wetness that caused you to gasp. Your body was still recovering from what had just taken place. 

He used your cum to lubricate himself and placed himself at your entrance. Already the tip of him stretching you out with the delicious sting that told you he was thick. You couldn’t wait. 

You moved to push back into him to help him inside and he pulled away. His hand smacking down on your ass making you even more eager. 

“Patience is a virtue.”

He tried to be funny, but his voice was deep and throaty with his own lust. You were close to pleading with him again like before, but he let it be known quickly he had no intentions to wait. 

JB slid inside you and you felt your pussy stretch to accommodate him. The feel of him making your breath catch. His girth much thicker than you’d imagined, and your body shook from the pleasure of feeling yourself stretch around him. 

His thrusts started off slow until he knew you’d had enough time. His hands found an anchor on your hips and used them to pull you in to meet his hips. A string of curse words fell from your mouth as your hips rocked back into him. 

Each movement felt like he was going deeper. JB’s hands on the cheeks of your ass kept you spread open to him and left no friction to catch his thrusts. Every single one was felt as he buried himself inside you in a rhythmic timing that left you moaning. 

You caught your reflection in the mirror, and glanced over to watch him as he worked. The way his hips bucked up only to be brought down. His hands stationed on your hips and bruising the flesh there as his grip got tighter. JB looked up and caught a glimpse of you in the mirror. His eyes locked with yours as he continued that unrelenting pace. 

He removed a hand from your ass and used it to wrap back around your neck. When he knew he had a good grip, he used it to pull you close to his chest. The angle of him in this new position somehow made him feel like he was pushing into your gut. 

Your mouth opened to make another sound, a moan or a scream you weren’t sure which, when that hand in your throat tilted your mouth towards him. His own came crashing down on your lips with his tongue that tasted of you slipping inside. You eagerly opened your mouth to him, and your tongue quickly moved to get a taste. 

JB deepened the kiss as his hips began to thrust harder into you. The movement building up your orgasm with each brutal movement until it threatened to spill over. 

“You taste so good with me on your lips.”

Your words fell earnest from your lips. You meant every one of them. You’d never tasted yourself so pretty on anyone else’s lips. JB obliged as he took your lips back. His mouth silenced another moan as his last free hand found its way back to your clit. Your body jumped at the added sensation. Your mouth tore away from his as another moan dripped from your lips. 

You were so close. You could fill yourself ready to cum if only he would let you. JB must have been close too, because his thrusts started becoming more violent and sporadic. Hitting in all the right places.

 At the same time as his fingers made small circles around your clit, a singular hard thrust of his hips sent his cock deep inside you. Your vision erupted in a sea of white. Your orgasm sent your body rutting back against him. 

He rode your orgasm and somehow made it grow in intensity as he continued to move his hips. His own breathing going ragged as you felt him finally release into you. 

When you both were able to breathe again, you’d realized you were laying over the sink. JB’s forehead resting on your back as you both struggled to regain your composure. 

JB was the first to move. The first to begin the arduous process of cleaning up. Like a voyeur, you watched him as he threw away the spent rubber and tuck himself back inside his jeans. A smirk creased your lips when you noticed he now had noticeable wet spots on his tee shirt. 

“You know, I don’t even know anything about you.”

You weren’t sure why you made the comment or why it mattered. You’d just had sex with the man in a damn bar bathroom. But JB didn’t seem to mind. His own smile curling his lips as he salvaged what he could of his hair. 

“What would you like to know?”

“Well,” you began as you started to situate your skirt. “What’s your favorite color?”

It was a silly question. By the look on JB’s face, he knew it was, but he humored you anyways. 

“It used to be blue, but I think red might be a new favorite.” 

“Why is that?”

You were wondering where your panties had gone until you spied a bit of the black cloth hanging from his pocket. JB walked over to you in a few steps and planted a soft kiss down on your lips. One that spoke plainly, this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see each other. 

“Because it currently matches the color of your ass.”

JB was out the door and in the bar’s hallway before you’d even got a chance to respond. 

[keullaesigbeogeo]

GOT7 Reaction: When They Hear You Say, “Don’t Waste Time”

 Jackson Wang:

Jackson walked towards the door to see what you were doing in your room all day. He tried to push the handle down to open it, only to find out that it was closed.

“Hey… what are you doing in there all day?” He called through the door. You freaked out, quickly changing your clothes and picking up your phone.

“I’ll call you back.” You tried to whisper, hoping he wouldn’t hear. “But please don’t waste time. I need it soon.” You opened the door quickly, tossing your phone on the bed.

“Who were you talking to?” Jackson pushed passed you towards the bed, picking up the phone. Your eyes widened before you ran towards him, hanging onto his arm, trying to steal your phone back. His eyes narrowed before he started looking through your contacts. “Who’s Seonghyun?” He started scrolling even more, wanting to see what was up.

You bent down, trying to get your weight to make him fall down. He didn’t. 

“You even talked to him for over an hour!” He carefully pushed you off of him before running out with your phone. You stood there, stunned before following him. 

You both ran for about ten minutes before he stopped in front of a house. “This is where that Seonghyun guy lives, right?” He knocked on the door before someone finally opened it.

“May I help-” They started their sentence, only to be interrupted.

“I need to see a guy names Seonghyun… I have to talk to him.” Jackson’s face was starting to look sad, but he kept it in.

“But that’s me?” The girl holding the door open answered. Jackson’s head whipped towards you. “I thought you were talking to a guy.”

You shrugged, still panting from the run. “You didn’t ask me.” You laughed before walking up towards Seonghyun holding your hands out. “Can I have it now?”

She nodded before going inside and grabbing a box before walking back out. “Here you go. Remember to wear it soon, I want to see pictures!” She handed you the box before closing the door on both of your faces.

“Well… that was a nice walk in the park wasn’t it?” Jackson asked while slinging his hands around your shoulders. 

You snorted. “I guess you could say that. I can’t believe you actually bothered to look at her location… but at least this saves me the time of coming here later.” You moved your free hand to his back, clutching back onto him as you both walked.

BamBam ( Kunpimook Bhuwakul):

“Hey, are you done yet? Or do I need to come in there and help you?” BamBam shouted through the house.

“Wait!” You moved the phone away from your ear. “Give me a minute.” You brought the phone back towards your mouth before whispering. “So I’m taking that you understand what I’m talking about?”

“Yeah, when do you want me to come over?” Their voice was low, like they were doing something illegal.

“Anytime before the end of the week, just don’t waste time.” BamBam quickly barged into the bedroom, grabbing the phone out of your hands. He moved it up towards his ear before speaking.

“Hello, this is her husband speaking. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to teach her a little lesson.” He cut the phone, setting it on the table before speaking to you.

“You know that that’s my-” You started to speak before he cut you off.

“I don’t care who it is.” His eyes narrowed. “What did you mean when you told them to not waste any time?”

You tilted your head. “Well, they wanted to come over so I-”

“Why would you bring someone over without telling me?” His voice was desperate, wanting to know what you were doing without telling him.

“Because it’s my mom?” You were starting to question whether BamBam was okay. His face started to get very red before he grabbed your phone. He started scrolling through your call log before he saw who you were talking to.

He threw his head back, silently screaming. “Give me a minute…” He sat on the bed, throwing the covers around himself before having a mental breakdown.

You giggled before grabbing your phone and taking a picture. “Mom would love to see this.” You whispered before sending it to her.

Park Jinyoung:

You sat on the couch, talking to your friend. You guys were talking about your boyfriends, and how you wouldn’t trade them for anyone.

“There’s this one guy that I really like though…” Your friend started to talk. You wasted no time in piling them with question.

“Name? Age? Are they nice? Will they get along with me? Do you really like them? When will you confess? Can I be the godmother?” She pushed her hand on you mouth.

“I’m planning on it. Maybe sometime today, I’ll see them at the party we’re having at work anyways.” You looked towards the time before quickly pulling your friend up.

“Then go get ready! What are you doing here with me? It starts in three hours! So get your pretty ass ready, don’t waste time!” You pushed her out of the door, making sure she was fully out safely before walking back inside towards the couch, sitting back down.

You turned your head towards the right, screaming loudly when you see Jinyoung sitting there, staring at you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You shrieked, still scared.

“Don’t waste time?” He pulled a knife out of his pocket, at well as a cloth. 

He started cleaning it, making sure it was almost spotless. You nodded, scared at what he was going to do.

“Yeah…” Your eyes were fixated on the knife, not moving.

“Don’t waste time in what?” He scraped the side of the knife on his hand, making sure it was clean.

“Well, Eun wanted to confess to her crush so I was telling her to do it quickly… Why do you even have a knife in the living room? Take it to the kitchen!” You stood up, pulling him with you towards the kitchen. “By the way, why did you want to know?” You grinned. “Were you jealous?”

He snorted. “What do you mean jealous? I’m Jinyoung. I don’t get jealous.” You nodded your head knowingly.

“Okay then… want to go get ice cream?” His head shot up towards yours, his face showing his excitement.

“Yes! Let’s go!” He started to run outside the house.

“Wait!” You called him. “The knife!” He looked at you.

“I’ll just take it with me. We’ll get through the line quicker.” You laughed at his logic before running behind him.

“Wait for me!”

Mark Tuan:

“Well, don’t waste time!” You let out a gasp as you laughed, talking on the phone. “Yeah, I understand. Get going. Remember to tell me how it goes!” You cut the phone before turning around, walking towards the doorway.

“Stay there.” You turned around, meeting Mark’s eyes. 

“Okay?” You watched as Mark got up, pulling you closer and sitting on the bed, patting the spot next to him.

“So who were you on the phone with?” He asked you, placing his hands on top of yours.

“Oh...him…” You purse your lips. “I was talking to Hangyeol.”

He stared at you. “Who?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Hangyeol… my brother?” You were confused at what was happening. “You know who he is… you met him not that long ago…” He nodded his head, which obviously showed that he was confused.

He got up and grabbed his phone, scrolling through his contacts. “Ooohhhh, the only guy other than me who wasn’t married yet.”

“Yeah.” You nodded your head. 

“So why did you tell him not to waste anytime?” He asked you, getting closer to you.

“He said he’s going to propose to Aera. Isn’t that cute? I’ve always seen them together.” You clasped your hands together, fangirling like a true girl.

Mark just nodded his head before kissing you on your forehead. “Just don’t scare me like that again.”

“Huh? I scared you?” You were confused. How the heck does he get scared now but not when there’s a spider?

“Nothing.” He hugged you, pulling both of your bodies onto the bed. “Let’s just stay like this.” You nodded your head, snuggling into his warm chest.

Jay B ( Lim Jae-beom):

“Yes, thank you so much.” You calmly spoke through the phone.

“Do you think you could have it by next week or earlier.” The voice asked you through the phone. 

You nodded your head. “Yeah, I believe I should be able to do that.”

“Good, just remember the motto my father went by, ‘Don’t waste time’.”

“Don’t waste time?” You repeated after him.

“Yes, there you go. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some other calls to take.” They cut the line immediately after speaking, not allow room for any questions.

“Who was on the phone?” Jaebeom waltzed through the door happily.

“My boss.” You replied quickly, checking to make sure you didn’t have any unread emails.

“Are you sure?” He was still smiling at you as he grabbed your phone and looked through it before placing it beside you.

“Is that enough proof?” Your eyes were still fixed onto your computer as you talked to him.

“Yeah, but you know that ‘don’t waste time’ thing?” You nodded your heat at his question. “Well, I’m not going to.”

This got your attention. Your whole body turned towards his. “Don’t waste time in what? Aish, don’t tell me your going to break up with me…”

He shook his head quickly. “No! Why would you think that? I just wanted to do this…”

He pulled your computer away from you, placing it near your phone before laying completely on top of you. His arms hugged you before he flipped your both over, you now on top of him.

“I’m not wasting time, am I?” He asked you. You shook your head, staring at him. You suddenly dropped your head on his chest, letting out a sigh of relief.

“You better not break up with me… I love you too much.” You whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“Aww!” He almost screeched in your ears. “I love you too!” He squished your body on top of his.

“Hey… I think my chest might become chutney…” You let out, trying to breathe.

“Chutney?” He asked you.

“You don’t know what… nevermind.” You moved down to hug him properly, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Choi Youngjae:

You sat down on the couch next to your mom. “Please hurry up. The faster this is done, the better…”

“Well, I’m trying so be patient!” She smacked your leg while applying the cream.

You whined, holding your thigh. “Mom!” You looked at her with sad eyes. She snorted before smacking you lightly on the head.

“Sometimes I wonder how you popped out of me…” Your head turned faster than ever towards her face.

You pointed towards your burn. “Can you apply it now? Don’t waste time…” Your mom’s eyes darkened before she raised her hand to smack you again.

“What’s going on here?” Youngjae opened the door, making you quickly straighten up your shorts.

“She’s-” You started to speak before your mom cut you off.

“She’s not letting me apply cream on her burn… can you do it?”

You stared at you mom, looked at Youngjae, then back at your mom before sighing.

“Mom… I believe you can sp-” She cut you off again.

“See? She really wants for you to spread it!” She got up, stuffing the cream in his hands before walking off. “Tata!” She sang as she walked off.

You both watched her retreating figure before Youngjae moved towards you on the couch, sitting down.

“Don’t waste time… why did I think that you were with another guy for a minute?” He asked you, meeting your eyes.

“Another guy? What do you think I am?” Your voice came out offended, which you were.

“My girlfriend.” Your face got red before you held out your hand.

“Here, I’ll apply it…” You waited for him to hand you the cream.

“No, it’s fine. I got it.” You stayed still as he slowly rolled up your shorts, his hands lingering on them for sometime before they moved towards the bottle of cream.

He slowly squeezed it, making sure you saw it before applying it. You shivered at the newfound temperature.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be that cold soon.” You looked at Youngjae confused.

“What do you mea-” You suddenly blushed at as you felt his hands slowly brush against your panties.

You saw him smirk before he got up, closing the cream. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I should probably rinse the extra cream off.” He walked away, leaving you with your red face.

Kim Yugyeom:

You held your nieces head as you burped her before setting her on her bed.

“Come on Chohee. You have to wake up early tomorrow.” She just giggled before sucking on her thumb. “Don’t waste time.” You picked her back up, bouncing up and down, hoping that she would fall asleep.

You continued for a little more until she finally fell asleep. Just as you were going to place her back on her bed, Yugyeom walked through the door frame.

“Don’t waste time in what?” He whispered, making sure not to wake Chohee up.

“Falling asleep…” You said, glancing at him before placing Chohee on her bed.

“Then how about you don’t waste any time?” He asked you before clinging onto you.

You stared at him. “Excuse me?”

“I mean… Chohee’s asleep.” He replied.

“And?” You waited for him to continue, even though you knew exactly what he wanted.

“So now it’s time for my baby time.” He pulled your towards your bed in the other bedroom before laying down. 

He held his hands out expectantly. You smiled before coming onto the bed behind him. You placed your right leg in between both of his legs before spooning him.

“Is that better?” You asked him. He nodded his head.

“Yeah… can we do this more often?” He asked you.

You looked at him weirdly. “But we always do this whenever we both have free time.”

“I mean when Chohee’s asleep. There’s no need for you to watch her when she’s sleeping. It’s not like she’s just going to get up and start walking…” He reasoned with you.

You shrugged before pecking his forehead. “You never know. That kid might seem cute, but is a devil on the inside.”

Yugyeom shivered. “Tell me about it… she even takes up my cuddle time with you.”

You just giggled before pulling his towards you, patting his back.

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Lim Jae-beom x GN!Reader

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"Can you please come and get me?" Jaebeom x Reader

y/n's pov

Getting ready to go out was taking forever. I could not pick an outfit. In the end, I went with a nice top with a black skirt/jeans. I was planning on meeting my boyfriend at a club. He went ahead of me because he had to go pick up a friend.

I wanted my friend Jaebeom to come but he said he was busy. Looking in the mirror making sure I look nice I grab my keys, phone, and wallet heading out. The club wasn’t far from our apartment so I walked there. After flashing my id I enter the club looking around for my boyfriend and friends. Not seeing them I head to the bar to get a drink.

“One shot of tequila please,” I tell the person behind the bar. He nodded and made my drink. Thanking him I took my drink and went looking for at least someone I know. Smiling when I see my best friend Summer I head over to her. She turns around smiling at me, giving me a hug we start talking about lots of different stuff. 

After talking for a while I ask her if she’s seen my boyfriend Chris. “I think I saw him talking to Lisa over by some of the tables,” she says. Nodding I walk over to where she said. But why would Chris be talking to Lisa, he knows I don’t like her? Maybe it’s nothing and just in my head.

Finally spotting Chris’s dark red hair, I start to walk up to him before stopping and dropping my glass. People around me look at me weird but I ignore it. Rubbing my eyes to make sure I’m seeing this right. My boyfriend Chris for 3 years, making out with Lisa. Still, in shock, I walk up to them pulling Lisa off of him.

Ignoring the shocked gasp from Chris I stare down at Lisa. She looks at me smirking. “Aw, is y/n upset that I’m taking her/his/their boyfriend again,” she says giggling. Rolling my shoulders back I punch her straight in the nose. Before I can get another hit in I’m being dragged outside by my now cheating ex-boyfriend.

Freeing my arm from his grip I turn to him. “What the hell do you want, don’t you want to go back to your new girlfriend ” I spat out. He looks at me with pleading sad eyes. 

“I’m sorry y/n. Can’t we work something out? I don’t want to lose you” he says. Rolling my eyes I walk away from him but just before I leave I turn to him. 

“I’ll get my stuff by the end of the week.” and I walk away.

After walking for a while I realized I have no idea where I am. I already started crying a while ago so I basically looked a mess. Not finding any cabs I fish my phone out and call Jaebeom.

“y/n I told you I was busy. What is it,” he answers tirelessly.

“Can you please come and get me?” I manage to push out while crying. Hearing him take a quick intake of breath, he answers “sure” but stays on the call with me. After a while of waiting his car stops in front of the bench, I was sitting on. Standing up opening his car door I got in. Leaning my head on his window he puts a comforting hand on my shoulders to show he there. 

He drove me to his place and that’s where I stayed and realized I loved him. 

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Personne n'échappe à mon regard. [intro]

Hello, tumblr and my fellow BTS/GOT7 fangirls/fanboys.

Let me introduce you a fanfiction, which will be probably my masterpiece, if I decide to ever finish it. Ready? Cause I’m not.

Name:  Personne n'échappe à mon regard. Fandom: Bangtan sonyeondan, GOT7, Overwatch Pairings: Let it be a surprise, but mostly: Jeon Jungkook x FemaleOC, Mark Tuan x FemaleOC || female x male; male x male, too Starring: Jeon Jungkook, Mark Tuan, Female OCs Also: Kim Namjoon/RM, Kim Seokjin/Jin, Kim Taehyung/V, Min Yoongi/Suga, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok/J-Hope, Jackson Wang, Kim Yugyeom, Lim Jae-beom/JB, Park Jin-young/Jinyoung, Kunpimook Bhuwakul/BamBam, Choi Youngjae, Mark Tuan, who knows who else is gonna wander in Categories: fanfic, lowkey novel, gamingAU, btsAU, got7AU, a lot of fluff, teasing, angst and drama, smut even, hetero, slash Inspired by: My undying love for a few korean dudes, gaming and best friend. Summary: One shot, one kill. One opportunity, one game, one friendship. A lot of secrets, and even more feelings. Occasional fun. Borderline sarcasm. The sweet and the bitter. Did you really think you knew everything about this stupid world? Well, you are hella wrong, girl.

Author’s note: Be patient with me. I promise it’ll be worth it.

Words count: ???

Chapters: (1/x)

Last update: 09/02/18 ( Play of the game ) Incoming: Chapter 2

List of chapters:  Chapter 1 - Play of the game