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Established: 25 December 2014
Author: Harlot
Pairing: Mark/Jackson (Also Jb/Jr)
Genre: Angst
Rating: nc-17 (language, humor, and sexual situation)
Summary: Mark isn’t really in the mood to makes friends but unfortunately for him and his headache Jackson - well - Jackson doesn't really give a shit.
(read here)
Thoughts: aaaah it’s been a while (sorry guys :’-( ) but!!! i should have rec’d this earlier anyway but i really really like how this is going and the author is soooooooooo nice and i can’t wait to see how the story unravels!!! like im so pumped to see where this fic is going (plus i like how mark is written in this??? idk i relate to it i guess) ALSO THERE’S A LOT OF LIKE anxiety triggering for mark in this so if stuff like that makes you uncomfortable please dont read it :-(
hi i wanted to tell you about a really cute and fluffy jjproject domestic family au on aff by auroraz! its called "for the love of pororo"
Yess!!! It is really cute!!! i liked how all the younger members were the kids (even mark and jackson were) and like omg the markson scene was so cute i laughed so hard!!!Here are the links!!!:Auroraz (lj) (aff) For the love of pororo (lj) (aff)
we're possibly going to open up an admin slot! :-) if we are, and you're interested, definitely keep an eye out!!!! also, i know we haven't been posting but hopefully with the supposed May-June comeback (bambam said something??) and summer in general we'll be able to rec more fics. again, sorry for the lack of recs.
Summary: {Gross Sweaty Porn Train AU} Jinyoung and Youngjae make it up to Jaebum for neglecting him. (Which basically means sex and breakfast for supper at odd hours.)
mortal enemies (or just uncomfortable next door neighbours)
Author: symmetrophobic
Pairing: Mark/Youngjae
Genre: Fluff, Supernatural
Rating: PG
Summary: In which youngjae is a terrible representative of the vampire population, but that might just be what had dragged mark into his heart in the first place.
(read here)
Thoughts: we all attacked angel earlier bc she didn't tell us she wrote this lmAO BUT IT'S SO CUTE AND I LOVE MARK'S PERSONALITY AND HOW MUCH HE ADORES YOUNGJAE AND ALSO Hes totally fae i love it and vampire youngjae and just it's really good and I LOVE supernatural stuff ESPECIALLY VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES HOO MAMA i love it so much and this fic
it's so cute and sweet and there's parts were you just kind of snort because it's funny like angel can write humor and angst and so much and i love all of it
I smiled the entire time i read this jsyk
Author: littlemelonblue
Pairing: Yugyeom/Bambam
Genre: smut
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Yugyeom's fine with just kissing Bambam, but that doesn't seem to be quite enough for the older boy.
Note: You have to be following this community (colouringwords) to read this fic.
(read here)
Thoughts: UHM OKAY FIRST OFF they're aged up to 18 in this??? so there's that
ALSO I LOVE YUGBAM HONESTLY IM SORRY IM SUCH YUGBAM TRASH BUT LIKE we're close in age so its not weird to me idk
anyway i like this fic because honestly..its kind of how i'd view their dynamics if they were like this?? like idk it always feels like bambam would want before yugyeom would, for me at least. i mean c'mon it's kunpimook aka bambam aka literal greaseball.
Pairing: Jaebum/Jinyoung
Genre: Romance?? sort of angst?? idek
Rating: pg-13
Summary: As Jinyoung stands before his mirror, towel draped carefully over his shoulders, he thinks of Jaebum.
As Jinyoung stands before his mirror, towel draped carefully over his shoulders, he thinks of Jaebum. He reminisces of the nights spent on old mattresses, nights filled with laughter and love. He recalls the shitty apartment Jaebum calls home. The apartment he calls home.
Called home.
Jinyoung drags his fingers carefully over wet, flushed skin and imagines it's Jaebum touching him. He tries to remember the smell of Jaebum's skin, but he can't recall the brand of cologne Jaebum likes. That Jinyoung likes.
Liked.
Jinyoung heaves a long sigh, palm sliding flat down his stomach. He hesitates watching his naked form in the mirror. He feels different, no longer the teen who loved music and dance, who would have given anything for it.
For Jaebum.
Jinyoung doesn't realise he's crying until he focuses on his face. The tears roll down his cheeks and drip from his chin. He wishes he could believe it was water from his hair, but his chest shudders and his lip trembles and he's lost. He can't remember why he left, why he gave up his passions, his love. He misses Jaebum. He wishes he hadn't started the argument.
He wishes he hadn't packed his bags.
He wishes he hadn't said goodbye.
Jinyoung knows he can't change the past, but it doesn't stop him from trying to imagine a different future— present. Jinyoung hates his job, but the money is good. His coworkers are pleasant, Mark, Jackson and especially Youngjae, but nothing quite fills the void left by Im Jaebum. Jinyoung, for the past seven years, has never felt the comfort of Jaebum's apartment, his clothes, him. It sends a sharp ache throughout Jinyoung's body, and it resembles something like love, pain, and loneliness. It's like a chill he can't quite shake, that lingers, catching him in moments like this. Alone and defenceless. He never calls, though, too ashamed and stubborn. When he looks back to his hands, he wonders if Jaebum has moved on. Has Jaebum found someone new? Has he fallen in love and forgotten Jinyoung ever existed? Does Jaebum lie awake thinking of Jinyoung, like Jinyoung does about him? Part of him hopes yes, Jaebum misses him just as much as he misses Jaebum, but that part is greedy and selfish. The rest of Jinyoung hopes Jaebum is happy, and if it means he's with someone else, then that's okay. Because Jaebum is happy and that's all Jinyoung wants.
Jinyoung knows he was just getting out, that he had no future there, but he thinks maybe he’d have a future with Jaebum. He wonders if Jaebum had a future that involved Jinyoung, but Jinyoung ripped it from his hands. Jinyoung remembers saying: “I need something better”, but he doesn’t think this is better. If anything, he is stuck in more of a rut than he was with Jaebum, but at least he has money and a cat.
A cat that reminds him of Nora, and sometimes when he closes his eyes and listens to her purr he can almost hear Jaebum cooing. Almost.
Jinyoung gently lowers to the cool tile, still watching himself in the mirror. He can feel the ghost of Jaebum’s touch still burning along his skin, but he’s had too many nights out with men he can’t remember the names of to really know for sure. He wants to remember if Jaebum touched him gently, palms smooth on his skin or if it was rough, calloused fingers digging into his skin, but it’s only a blur that makes Jinyoung desperate. Jinyoung’s fingers lower and lower and he hisses, palms himself slowly as he hiccups. He wants to feel wanted again, not lusted after, but loved. He wants to be cherished.
He wants Jaebum.
He trembles, curling in on himself. Why didn’t Jaebum ask him to stay? Why hadn’t Jaebum fought for him? Jinyoung hiccups again, a sob bubbling in his chest. Wasn’t Jinyoung worth the fight? Jinyoung digs his nails into the flesh of his thighs, head hung low. It wasn’t that he wasn’t worth it, Jinyoung realises, it was that Jaebum let Jinyoung have what he wanted. Jinyoung hates Jaebum for loving him. He hates himself for leaving. Slowly, he counts to three.
One.
Jinyoung trembles.
Two.
Jinyoung feels the overwhelming urge to throw up.
Three.
Jinyoung spills, finally giving in. He cries for the first time in seven years and it hurts. It hurts like Jaebum’s sharp, hissing goodbye as Jinyoung slammed the door. It hurts like the second month alone, when he would turn to show Jaebum the funny he picture he found only to remember Jaebum wasn’t there. It hurts like the nights Jinyoung whimpered Jaebum’s name while another man touched him. It hurts, but it’s a release he’s needed for so long. Jinyoung is unsure how long he sits there, holding himself. When he finally rises, shivering in the cold, he realises he feels lighter. Not physically, but the emotional toll he was left with feels a little less menacing and almost manageable. He debates calling Jaebum; calling Jaebum could be a smart idea, or a stupid idea.
"I should visit him," he mumbles, falling facedown on his bed. He lifts his head at the soft jingle of a bell, accompanied by a soft, sweet mew. Jinyoung smiles. "I'll visit him."
---
Jaebum thinks he must be dreaming. Park Jinyoung. His Jinyoungie- No. Jinyoung is no longer his Park Jinyoung, hasn't been since the day he left. It's odd in a way, Jaebum hasn't changed since Jinyoung left, but Jinyoung is something completely different. Jaebum hates the way it taunts at him, like a new puzzle waiting to be solved. The thing is, Jaebum has never been able to solve Jinyoung. There's a complicated beauty to the entirety of Jinyoung's being. Jaebum has tried, on multiple occasions, to crack the riddle that is Park Jinyoung, but it's only left him with more questions than answers. The more important question being: Why is Jinyoung here?
"Uh."
"Hey," Jinyoung smiles, but it doesn't make his eyes crinkle. Jaebum realises the feeling settling in his chest is disappointment; it's not at Jinyoung, but at himself.
"Uh," Jaebum repeats dumbly, blinking repeatedly. “Why are you here?” Jinyoung falters, eyes going wide before he settles back into a false smile and cheerful attitude.
“Well, I came to see you, since, y’know, you live here.” Jaebum's eyebrows raise in question and surprise. He leans forward, looking around suspiciously before leaning back into the safety of his doorway.
"This is a joke, right?" Jaebum crosses his arms, unamused. Jinyoung frowns, clenching his teeth.
This was a bad idea.
"No, I just- I was thinking about you last night." Jinyoung tugs the sleeve of his sweater awkwardly. "I thought- it's stupid I know- that maybe you'd want to see me?" Jinyoung realises how lame that sounds, but he doesn't want to lie. "I get it if you don't," he starts, backing from the doorway.
"Wait," Jaebum jerks, grabbing for him. He stops halfway, clearing his throat. "I do want to see you. Jesus, Jinyoung, I've wanted to see you for seven years. Just, come in." Jaebum moves out of the way, but Jinyoung stays frozen in place. In the back of his mind he registers the gesture, but he’s still processing the words. They repeat over and over until Jaebum coughs and Jinyoung moves, walking briskly to the living room he spent so many nights in. It’s a punch in the gut that washes over until he’s drowning in memories. He looks around the room and realises nothing has changed. It’s like he never left.
“Do you want something to drink?” Jaebum asks, awkwardly moving around the room to avoid him. Jinyoung shakes his head, wordlessly tracing his fingers across Jaebum’s scattered magazines. His eyes move to the bookshelf they kept together. It’s still full, almost overflowing, and Jinyoung smiles. Most of the books he read were Jaebum’s anyway.
“What have you been up to?” Jaebum calls from the kitchen. The fridge plays as background music, tinkling softly when Jaebum searches around, whirring angrily in its old age before the door shuts and all is quiet again.
Jinyoung waits until he can see Jaebum in his peripheral. "Work, friends, same old, same old." Jinyoung listens to the hiss of Jaebum's soda, eyes turning downcast to watch his feet. "You?" Jaebum hums, brushing past Jinyoung to settle heavily on the couch.
"I've had a couple of gigs here and there. I thought about trying acting again." He stretches his legs out, eyes closing, "I'm not awful, I could maybe make it. I have a good face."
Jinyoung nods, flexing his hands. "I used to think about acting," he finally returns his gaze to Jaebum, "do you remember that?" Jaebum snorts, giving him an easy grin.
"How could I not? I remember everything, Jinyoung. I remember how you loved to dance, sing, read, everything." Jaebum sets the can down, but Jinyoung doesn't notice. "You know that. You know I remember, so, why ask? Why question it when you know I loved you, that I still love you?" Jinyoung swallows thickly, feeling ill, but there's a glimmer of hope now. Jaebum still loves him. It settles deep in his stomach, leaves him warm and sick and giddy, but it feels too good to be true and Jinyoung wonder if he’s dreaming.
“Do you really?” Jinyoung asks, nails digging crescents into the palms of his hands. “Do you really still love me, after everything I did?”
Jaebum watches him wearily, face guarded. “Do you still love me?” His voice breaks at the end, but it doesn’t matter, not with the way Jinyoung shakes, eyes wide.
“Jaebum, I never stopped loving you. I never stopped thinking about you, wondering if you were okay, if you were with someone else, if I even crossed your mind. Jaebum, I thought what I did was for the best, but I hated every single day of it.”
“Then why did you leave?” Jaebum shouts, leaping up from the couch. “Why did you leave me alone like this? Why did you let me suffer for seven god damn years, Jinyoung? Did you even consider how I felt? Did you?” Jaebum’s finger jabs hard at his chest and it leaves Jinyoung breathless, the accusations hinted in Jaebum’s words burning low in his stomach. Jinyoung turns his head, avoiding Jaebum’s eyes. He’s ashamed now, but he hadn’t seen it that way, at least not at first. It hadn’t been about Jaebum, it had solely been about what he wanted, and Jinyoung realises how selfish that was.
“I don’t know, I honestly don’t know,” Jinyoung mumbles, teeth gritted. “Maybe because I’m an idiot? I’m selfish and careless and I put myself before us, and I ruined everything and I know that, but I can’t change the past, Jaebum. Please know I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He takes a deep, shaky breath. “I’m here now, and that has to count for something, right?”
Jaebum throws his arms in the air, voice gaining volume, “Oh, yeah, everything is just suddenly better because you’re here seven years later. It’s just perfect! It’s not like I missed you or anything. No, that would be stupid of me!”
“What do you want me to say, to do? I’m trying Jaebum.”
“Yeah? Well, it’s not good enough. Sorry isn’t good enough, Jinyoung, you can’t just waltz back in here and expect me to beg for you to stay. I’ve gone seven years without you, and I’m sure I can go another fucking seven years without you.” Jinyoung jerks back as if burnt, body tensing up. Jaebum takes a moment for his words to sink in and he steps back, voice soft now. “Jinyoung, I just- I don’t want,” he falters, looking pained, “I don’t want you to leave again. I don’t want you to leave me again.” Jaebum has the decency to look ashamed, head hung. “Sorry for yelling at you like that.”
“It’s okay.” Jinyoung slowly takes a step closer to Jaebum, watching his face carefully. “I kind of deserved it.” Jaebum shakes his head, but gives a soft puff of a laugh. Jinyoung slowly reaches out for him. Jaebum relaxes as Jinyoung’s fingers drag up and down his arm, eyes closing. Jinyoung smiles at the two small dots decorating jaebum’s eyelid, thumbing stroking smooth circles against Jaebum’s skin.
“Are you going to stay?” Jaebum tentatively asks, eyes opening.
Jinyoung smiles. “Yeah,” he nods, “I think I will.”
---
It takes Jinyoung a month before he asks questions. It’s more of restraining himself from invading Jaebum’s space but eventually he cracks. Jinyoung should have known breakfast was not the best place to bring up past relationships.
“Did you see anyone after I left?” Jinyoung's voice is light, treading the waters.
Jaebum shifts before sighing, head lifting briefly to acknowledge the question. "Does it matter?" His gaze returns to book in front of him.
"It doesn't! I just, well, I was just curious that's all." Jinyoung looks down at the table, tapping his nails against the wood. "I did. Sort of."
"I know." Jinyoung's head snaps up, expression both surprised and horrified. "It wasn't like it was hard to tell, especially from your question. You wanted me to feel guilty like you do."
"Do you?"
"No." Jinyoung scoots back, chair scraping loudly in protest. Jaebum doesn’t look up again, grabbing for his piece of toast. They’re silent, Jinyoung watching Jaebum and Jaebum avoiding Jinyoung’s gaze.
“I’m not going to apologise or anything like that,” Jinyoung starts, clearing his throat.
“I know.” Jaebum takes a long drink from his coffee.
“It didn’t really mean anything, though.”
“You don’t have to explain it to me,” Jaebum smiles at him, closing his book, “it’s in the past.” Jinyoung is slightly unnerved with how well Jaebum is taking the news. He had expected a burst of anger, a spark of jealousy, something other than this. Jaebum only looks tired, like he had stayed up the night before, and the only reason he’s still awake is the continuous supply of coffee Jinyoung has been feeding him.
“So that’s it? It’s just ‘in the past’?” Jinyoung purses his lips, standing up.
“Yeah.” Jaebum nods
“Hyung.” Jinyoung whines in frustration.
“What?” Jaebum laughs, watching Jinyoung in amusement.
“You’re not jealous? You’re not mad or anything? You’re just going to move on?”
“Jinyoung, I’m trying really hard not to be mad or jealous or anything else because I just got you back. I’m not an idiot.” Jinyoung looks ashamed, gaze falling to the floor. “You know how I feel about you, Jinyoung. Of course I’m pissed off, some other guy was with you,” Jaebum grits his teeth at the thought before continuing, “but you’re with me now and that’s what matters.”
“That was so fucking cheesy.”
“Shut up.”
Author: Hemorrhage (aff)
Pairing: Mark/Jackson
Genre: Smut
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Mark liked attention just as much if not more than the next person. The difference was; the length of which he was willing to go for said attention was probably considered far beyond that of the average ‘next person’... but as far as he's already gone, that doesn't mean he wouldn't go further; he's just never felt like he needed to... until now.
(read here) (read on aff)
note: it's chaptered on aff and not on ao3
Thoughts: If you're into voyeurism and Jackson being dominant then jesus christ you'll love this fic. I love this author's fics so much I found them last night and it was like an early birthday present. I got choked up reading this one. I really like their style, like it's descriptive and I don't know it's just, I like it. I don't know if it's for everyone (i.e: people who skip to smut parts, i don't ever recommend that but if you're one of those people you'll do it with their writing). ALSO JACKSON CALLS MARK BABY BOY THAT IN ITSELF IS TOO MUCH.
Author: Hemorrhage (aff)
Pairing: Mark/Jackson
Genre: smut, friendship at first (i guess?)
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Jackson mentioned it during a particularly cliché endeavor, one in which both he and Mark were drunk—more so he than Mark. Jackson had always been the type of guy that had a lot to say and one could never really be sure what was going to come out of his mouth next, which Mark knew from experience. It was safe to say, however, that no amount of experience could have prepared him for this.
(read here) (read on aff)
Thoughts: I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE READING THIS. Okay not really, but it's so good oh my god. It's not done, but that doesn't matter right now please just read the first two chapters. I had to go drink cold water to contain my thirst after it. I LOVE IT BECAUSE IT'S ONE OF THOSE 'discovering sexuality' things but it's written like?? So well??? Like it's not just "oh i guess i'll try everything" its like "well i guess ill look it up???" and just. please read it. I praying to @god it updates soon.
Author: tacocatfighting (ao3) (lj)
Pairing: Mark/Youngjae
Genre: Smut, fluff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Generally speaking, it’s Mark’s job to wake Youngjae up in the mornings. Also generally speaking, Mark is more than willing to do just about anything Youngjae suggests to him. These two facts naturally converge at some point.
(read on ao3) (read on tumblr) (read on lj)
Thoughts: A+ writing, the characterisation was great and on point!! This fic was a really sweet and intimate take on this pairing. It’s quite tasteful if you’re looking for a smut fic that isn’t too overbearing; the smut was simple yet full of feeling and flowed very well. Tbh I’m trying very hard to comment calmly on this fic to only give useful feedback but wow I’ve got a lot of feelings for this okay just read it, everyone should read it omg
Why is there a terrible lack of fics ft Bambam?? Is it because he is so young??? >.< I crave for some long good Jaebam fics but the only one good so far I've read is "The soft animal of your body". Can you rec me other fics abt this pairing?? Thanks a lot!! <3
Yes, there’s a lack of fic for both Bambam and Yugyeom because they’re underage! Fic wise, the only other fic I’ve read is:don’t hate the player (hate the game) (Nc-17; w:underage)however, the fic isn’t very long. :-( I’m sorry. If we find anymore we’ll update!!
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