I won't let you go

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so apparently, after everything with whole hairstyle deal, chan started crying.

now, i found this on twitter so i don’t know if it’s true or not but that doesn’t even matter; chan receiving all that hate shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

these exact things have happened before, situations in which an idol gets hate for what a stylist has picked out for them to perform in, this isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last time either. that is, however, only another reason why we shouldn’t bitch at chan about it, because he most likely didn’t have much of a say in this. we all understand what the issue here is, the issue with having him wear cornrows, we know.

but we also know, or at least should know, that chan is one of the most caring and respectful people out in the industry. look at him, he deadass went an included a whole explanation in p.a.c.e to clear up some misunderstandings, because chan is the type of person to “represent and show respect to all the people in the whole world” - quoting the man himself. but you know what’s sad about this? like, really, really sad?

there is a high damn chance chan personally will explain and apologize about it within a few days, apologize for something that isn’t even his fault.

i personally don’t want to see this happen but if it does, y’all hoes “cancelling” him better sit down and shut the fuck up because bang chan is one of the most humble souls to ever walk this filthy planet :)))

thanks for coming to my ted talk, hope everyone’s having a good day except the mentioned hoes, hope you ate something bad today

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they say love is the strongest spell

pairing: lee minho x reader

words: 4k

genre&theme: super extra ultra fluffy, fantasy, hogwarts au

warnings: none

a/n: omg this became way longer than i expected it to wow,, also this request really had me thinking a lot and im so grateful to anon for sending it in!! 

summary: when the slytherin boy wants to know about the muggle world but actually wants to know more about the half-blood that is you

Empty libraries, empty dorms, empty corridors, and most importantly; an almost empty dining hall, save for the couple of kids in the opposite corner from where you sat. It was a little strange to see the never-ending wooden tables so bare, cutlery being only set for the nine or ten of you that stuck around for summer break. But the silence was bliss. Nobody shoving your shoulder trying to hop into their seat, nobody testing some new spell and bringing a gross version of dinner to life, and nobody speaking to you when you didn’t feel like it.

Though you think you’ve jinxed yourself when you feel the bench you sat on slightly shift. To your left, you see a boy already half way in, swinging his other leg around to get comfortable right next to you, your knees almost touching. Why he didn’t want to sit somewhere else or at least leave a little space in between you both, you weren’t sure and frankly you didn’t really want to strike up a conversation to ask why.

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So I’m sorry to disturb you but I didn’t know if I should send a message or ask/request, I’m looking for a specific Jaebeom imagine that I have read long time ago but I don’t know how to find it :3 So I wanted to ask your help if it’s possible!

Hello, sure! I can’t promise anything, but I can help you if ever!

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Focus [GOT7 Jaebeom]

Focus on Me inspired this lol. The whole Focus album legit sounds like it’s perfect for Vogue y’all.

Pairing: Jaebeom x Reader

Genre: Romance [A little suggestive towards the end!]

Summary: [Model AU] You become the new model for JYP Industries’ high-end clothing line. There, you meet the mysterious and undeniably sexy Lim Jaebeom.

Word count: 3,096

When you were a child, people always called you “cute” or “pretty girl”. Well, obviously, doesn’t everyone do that with kids?

When you were in high school, a whole lot of girls were prettier than you, but you were still confident and happy in your own skin. Who wouldn’t? You had great friends, supportive family, and decent grades.

In college, you were stellar. You were a member of different clubs and organizations, made amazing friends, got good marks, and even started taking your Instagram seriously. Initially, posting aesthetic photos or yourself in beautiful sceneries or cute OOTDs was just out of fun or to let your creative side out. You never meant to take it way too seriously.

During your final year in college, someone contacted you to do modelling part-time, and you were surprised. You gave in, enjoyed it, and here you are now, doing modelling as a career. You did photoshoots for simpler brands in fashion and makeup, but you were content with that. It all changed when you got a phone call from JYP Industries, saying that they wanted you to be the new model for their high-end fashion line.

“I don’t know if I can do this!” you panic, turning to your best friend, Bambam.

He was a close friend of yours during your earlier modelling days, but eventually, he became a model at JYP much earlier than you did. “Relax, y/n! You’ve got this! You’re a natural after all.” Bambam smiles, “I mean, not as amazing as me, but you’re going to do great.”

You chuckle at your friend’s encouragement, “Only if the one and only Bambam says so.”

“I said so.” Bambam winks, “Go y/n!”

Just then, an assistant calls for you. You follow her to another room where the staff get you into really luxurious-looking clothes and put on some really expensive-looking makeup. You are then ushered to another room where they tell you to wait for a few minutes. You sit on the leather couch, fidgeting non-stop. Somewhere on the other side of the room, a sharp-looking man leans against the wall while scrolling through his phone. His eyes are dark and mysterious; you somehow feel captivated by them. When he makes eye contact with you, your heart starts to jump out of your chest. His gaze lingers on you, expression unreadable. You don’t notice a male approaching you, a carton of chocolate milk in his hand. “Hey! Are you the new girl Jinyoung-hyung was talking about?”

You jolt up and turn to see a young man with a huge smile on his lips. “Yeah, I guess I am.” you smile nervously.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Yugyeom.” Yugyeom offers his hand, “I just started a few months ago.”

“I’m y/n.” you smile more calmly now, “I believe I saw one of your photos in a designer store not too long ago.”

His cheeks turn pink, but before he can say anything else, a princely-looking male puts a hand on his shoulder. “Our stylist noona isn’t going to be happy if you spill your drink all over the suit.”

Yugyeom laughs, “I’m not gonna do that, Jinyoung-hyung!”

Jinyoung sighs as if he’s had enough of the sunshine boy, “Ok, ok, but you need to head to your venue. The photographer is waiting.”

Yugyeom nods before waving goodbye at you. You turn your attention back to the mysterious guy with dark eyes, but he’s already exiting the room. Jinyoung clears his throat to get your attention, “Miss Y/n, I am Jinyoung, one of the head models in JYP, and our boss assigned me to evaluate your performance, per se, today. How you do during today’s mock photoshoot will determine whether JYP will really hire you.”

You nod before standing up to bow, “I’ll do my best.”

You proceed to doing a few poses for Jinyoung as the photographer takes photos. An hour later, Jinyoung reviews your photos, a soft smile on his lips. “Bambam was right. You’re pretty good.”

“Wow, that’s an honor to hear.” you giddily grin, “Especially from someone as popular as you.”

Jinyoung chuckles before softly patting your shoulder, “I think JYP could use a model like you. Let’s hope he agrees.”

A few days later, you receive a call from JYP himself, saying that you are officially a model for JYP Industries. You squeal inside, trying to remain professional outside. But as soon as he hangs up, you gush out and call Bambam who screams with you. He persuades you to go out for a celebratory drink in a nearby bar, and you say yes.

Later that evening, you dress in a simple black mini-dress that hugs your body perfectly, black ankle-strap pumps, simple eye makeup, but bold red lips. He picks you up at your apartment, but you’re surprised to see Yugyeom driving with Bambam at the passenger’s seat, both in expensive suits. “Yugyeom?” you smile.

“Hello, and congrats on officially becoming a model with us!” Yugyeom exclaims.

You get in the car, and as Yugyeom drives away, you ask Bambam, “I’m assuming you brought Yugyeom along to our celebratory drink?”

Bambam smirks, “Not just Yugyeom, but my whole modelling gang.”

“And those are…?” you ask, curiously.

Yugyeom grins, “Our hyungs – Jinyoung, Jaebeom, Mark, Jackson and Youngjae!”

“Oh my gosh, Bambam!” you lightly swat his shoulder, “You know how shy I can get! And these guys are like the pros of modelling! I feel so much pressure right now.”

Bambam laughs, “Isn’t she cute?”

“She is.” Yugyeom nods innocently.

“Relax, y/n.” Bambam smiles at you, “They’d be happy to meet you and get to know you. They’re not as bad as you’re thinking.”

“Just watch out for Jackson-hyung. He’s a hugger.” Yugyeom chuckles.  

You arrive at the venue, and it’s a rather posh-looking bar. You take a deep breath and walk side-by-side with the two males. You are ushered to a private area, where there are already five men sitting at the table. “The lady of the hour has arrived!” Bambam exclaims, and the men clap their hands.

“Congratulations, y/n.” Jinyoung smiles.

“Ah, thank you.” you smile shyly.

“She’s gorgeous, you guys!” a happy male stands up and gestures to you, “You’re beautiful!”

He goes over to you for a hug, “I’m Jackson. Glad to have you with us.”

You chuckle at gently pat his back, “It’s an honor, actually.”

“Easy there, Jackson. You might scare her.” Another male laughs as he makes space beside him. Bambam nudges you to sit there, and you all take your seats.

“I’m Mark.” the male smiles, “You already met Jinyoung, Jackson, Yugyeom and Bambam. That 24/7 laughing guy is Youngjae, and this sexy one is Jaebeom.”

You joyfully smile at Youngjae who gives you a high-five, but that smile threatens to disappear when you turn to this Jaebeom guy – it’s Mr. Dark and Mysterious from the other day. The one you couldn’t rip your eyes away from. “Hi.” is all you say.

And your heart nearly bursts when he flashes the smallest but most charming smile ever. “Congratulations.”

You and Jaebeom stare into each other’s eyes once again, and Jackson nearly makes a whistle sound, but Bambam interrupts anything by declaring, “Now that we know each other, let’s get this party started!”

You and Jaebeom finally look away, and soon enough, Bambam and Jackson are ordering drinks. Within a few hours, Mark is already trying to keep Jackson from completely wilding, Youngjae won’t stop laughing at them, Yugyeom and Bambam are totally killing it on the karaoke machine, and Jinyoung looks like he wants to murder them. You excuse yourself from the room to get some fresh air on the bar’s balcony, but as you stand there to enjoy the chilly breeze, a stranger approaches you. “Hey, gorgeous. You look lonely.”

You turn to see a dashing-looking male, but surely drunk. “Oh no, I’m with friends, it’s ok.” You turn your back on him, attention on the city skyline.

He stands a few inches behind you, hand hovering above your bottom. You tense up as he whispers, “They wouldn’t mind if I borrowed you for a while, would they?”

You clear your throat, “No thank you. Please just go.”

The stranger starts to move closer and caresses your bottom with one hand while the other travels up your waist in an excruciatingly slow pace. “You look delicious tonight. It would be a waste.”

“No! Stop it!” you shout, but the man grips your hips tightly, pulling you against him. His hand leaves your bottom but covers your mouth instead, and the hand on your hips starts to run all over your body. Not too long after, someone yanks the man away from you. You and the stranger turn to see Jaebeom, his sharp eyes enough to scare the stranger away. You look down in shame, “Thank you.”

Jaebeom joins you at the balcony and leans against the railing, “This may be a rich person’s club, but it doesn’t mean there aren’t any sleazy men. Money can’t buy manners.”

You nod and stand beside Jaebeom, still looking at the floor. “Hey,” Jaebeom puts his hand on your shoulder, “you ok?” he asks softly.

You sigh, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just…shaken.”

Jaebeom decides to joke around to lighten the mood, “Couldn’t handle the boys’ craziness?”

“Oh, no it’s not that.” you laugh, “Bambam’s like that all the time. I just wanted to take a breather. Convince myself that this is all real. That I’m really modelling with all of you in such a renowned brand.”

Jaebeom chuckles, smiling with his teeth, “Why do you seem so surprised? Your photos were great.”

A blush creeps up to your cheeks, “I’m not the best, nor am I the prettiest. Like. I’m sure JYP could find others who are better.”

Jaebeom leans in and whispers, oblivious to your pounding heart, “Whatever it is, you’re here. So make it count and make him proud.”

Within the next few days, you’ve had two or three photoshoots with the company. During your free schedules, you hang out with the seven guys you became friends with. Besides Yugyeom and Bambam, Jackson was the easiest to become close to. Mark became an “older brother” kind of friend while Youngjae was like the “younger brother”. Jinyoung was like your mentor – and you ranted or confided in him from time to time. Jaebeom was a bit tight-lipped at first, but there were times you were able to break his “bad boy” act and make him join in the stupid antics.

One day, you were at a vacant room, practicing your poses for a certain photoshoot that you were going to have in a few hours. As you stood there, looking at yourself in the mirror, and voice chuckled, “You know, posing usually comes naturally when it’s actually time to take the photos?”

You turn to see an amused Jaebeom watching you from the doorway. “Well, unlike you, some people are not naturals at modelling.” you smirk playfully.

“Says you.” Jaebeom laughs.

He steps towards you, hands in his pockets. His outfit today is incredibly simple – a plain white shirt that fits his muscular body perfectly, a dark blue jacket, black jeans and black shoes – but he still looks like the sexiest man alive. “What’s the theme? Concept?”

You blush and look away, mumbling a soft, “L-lingerie.”

Jaebeom stops himself from laughing, but his smile says it all. “Don’t laugh!” you squeal, swatting his chest.

“I’m not. It’s just…cute? Funny? That you’re so nervous to do this.” Jaebeom smirks.

You sigh, “I’m not! It’s just that I’ve never really done anything like this. I didn’t even know the clothing line had lingerie.”

“Of course it does. You probably just don’t look at it.” Jaebeom laughs, “Show me.”

You roll your eyes at him and show him the intimate things you’ll be modelling later. It’s not overly revealing lingerie, but you never exposed your skin or areas like that before. Jaebeom gives you back your phone and bluntly says, “What are you worried about? Not being sexist or creepy, but you do have a nice body. You’re the perfect model for this collection.”

You nod, “That’s what Bam said, but I’m just…not used to showing…too much.”

Jaebeom softly smiles, “Jackson usually does the shirtless stuff, so he’d have better advice, but what I can tell you is that you just need to be confident. Don’t overthink, don’t try too hard. Just…be confident in what you can do.”

“Since when did you become this wise?” you tease.

“I am the epitome of sexy.” Jaebeom says rather straight-faced, causing you to laugh.

“Ok, sure you are.” you grin.

Jaebeom smirks before ruffling your hair, “You can do it, y/n. I’m looking forward to it.”

You nod with a big smile on your lips, but as Jaebeom starts to walk out the door, you realize what he just said, “Wait! Lim Jaebeom! What’s that supposed to mean?”

But Jaebeom is already out of the room, a smirk playing on his lips. You huff and cross your arms, struggling to hide the smile breaking out.

Hours later, the staff put on your makeup, fix your hair and get your dressed into the lingerie sets. You feel butterflies in your stomach as the photographer sets up his equipment. After a few shots – some good, some awkward – you change into another outfit, but as you’re posing, Jaebeom walks into the room, watching you from the door. You suddenly feel even more self-conscious and can’t seem to pose properly. The photographer and director seem exasperated and call for a break. You rush to the leather couch in embarrassment, sitting down and burying your head in your hands. Jaebeom quietly sits beside you, but you mumble, “Don’t ask.”

Jaebeom sighs and gets up to speak to one of the coordinators. “Noona, can I speak to y/n for a while? She’ll be back in no time. I’ll just give her some tips.”

The woman thinks for a few seconds before nodding, “Sure, just be back in 30 minutes. The shoot will resume.”

Jaebeom nods and returns to you. He takes your hand and pulls you up on your feet. You stand there, a few inches away from each other, staring in silence. Until, that is, you remember that you’re still in the lingerie from the photoshoot. You instinctively cover yourself with your arms, blushing. Jaebeom helplessly chuckles at you before draping his jacket over you. “Come with me. Let’s talk.”

You follow Jaebeom to the room next door, and there he closes the door. “I can’t do this, Jaebeom. I’m not a lingerie underwear model.”

Jaebeom shrugs, “A model is a model.” he softly smiles before continuing, “JYP thinks you’re the perfect one for this collection.”

“That’s what he thinks.” you sigh, wrapping Jaebeom’s jacket tighter around you.

Jaebeom steps closer to you, and without any warning, he takes the jacket away. “Hey! Jaebeom!” you squeal, feeling exposed and naked without the covering.

Jaebeom throws the jacket to the other side of the room and crosses his arms. He doesn’t look at your body – he looks directly at your face. “You’re too self-conscious, y/n. Don’t think about the people looking at you. Focus on the camera and yourself.”

You notice Jaebeom’s eyes travelling down, and soon enough, his hands are on your shoulders. “Relax your body. You look like a plank of wood, y/n.” he laughs.

“Gee, thanks for the encouragement, hahaha.” you sarcastically laugh back.

Jaebeom imitates your mock laugh before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. “Jaebeom – wait, what ar – ” you stutter, flustered.

Jaebeom’s eyes are locked on yours, “Focus on me, y/n. My eyes only.”

You stop squirming, your eyes finding his. You take a deep breath, and for what seems to be hours, you and Jaebeom are just gazing at each other’s eyes once again. Your body relaxes in Jaebeom’s arms and he softens his grip. “I still don’t see what your point is.” you whisper.

“Y/n, you’re really something.” Jaebeom rolls his eyes but chuckles nonetheless, “You felt conscious because you think that I could be staring at you in your lingerie, right? But when I told you to focus on just my eyes, you relaxed.”

You nod and Jaebeom continues, “Imagine that my eyes are the camera. Focus on the camera, not on the other eyes that are looking at you.”

You let out a soft giggle before smiling, “Ok, ok. I got it.”

Jaebeom smiles back at you, but both of you have seem to forgotten that you were pressed against each other. “Umm, Jaebeom?” you blush.

Jaebeom realizes and blushes himself before frantically retrieving his jacket and putting it over you once again. He holds your shoulders and smirks, back to his calm demeanor. You look up at him and smile softly, “Thanks, Jaebeom.”

Jaebeom doesn’t say anything, but something in him snaps, and he can’t hold himself back. He slowly leans in closer to you, capturing your lips in his with a slow kiss. You’re initially taken by surprise, but once your brain registers what is happening, you kiss him back softly. His arms snake around your waist while your arms coil around his neck, pulling each other closer than before. The kiss grows deeper, but before you both continue, you pull away, “Is this even ok?”

Jaebeom laughs, “There aren’t any rules about it in the company, so…”

He smirks against your lips and kisses you, “Yes.”

Another kiss. “It.”

And another. “Is.”

You giggle and pull him back for another passionate kiss. His jacket falls from your shoulders as he pushes you back until you come into contact with the wall. You pull away and look at the jacket on the floor by your feet. Jaebeom pushes you against the wall, his hands starting to caress the bare skin on your waist, “Hey babe, focus on me.”

Jaebeom makes use of his tongue to tease you, licking your lips before kissing you again. “Jaebeom…” you moan against his lips, fingers running through his hair as you wrap your legs around his waist. Jaebeom smirks and caresses your thigh before his tongue dances with yours in a heated performance of moans and raspy breaths. Before you both can take it to another level, you both pull away, breathless. “Your stylist is going to murder us if she sees the lingerie ripped off of you.” Jaebeom teases.

“Shut up, Lim.” you smirk.

“Think you can do it now?” Jaebeom asks as you walk back to the set.

You chuckle, “100% confident.”

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Home.

JB X Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend has something to say after a long time not being able to see each other.

Genre: Fluff

Words:980

After finishing translating some documents about your new partnership with another company, you decided to take a break and grab some coffee. It was only 14:25 and you still had a long day ahead of you. You went upstairs, to the roof after getting your Americano. Some fresh air and a bitterness. What a great combination. You had stood there for a few minutes before your you got a message from your beloved boyfriend- Jaebum.

“Babe we’re still dining tonight, right?”

“Yes, of course.” You answered right away.

“Great, just wanted to confirm. See you tonight.”

“See you babe.” You answered and got back to work.

After that tiny chat you could do nothing but to think about it. You were both super busy recently, so it was going to be your first date in a while. Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like years. Then finally you were done at the office and waiting for Jaebum to pick you up in front of the company you work for.

While you were waiting, you looked at yourself in your mirror and put your lipstick on, for the tenth time. As soon as you heard his voice calling you, you started smiling from ear to ear. You walked to him to see him holding flowers.

“Hey.” He said, a bit shyly.

“Are these for me?” Pointing at the flowers you spoke. You were testing him. He wasn’t really the most romantic person in the world. So, you wanted to see how long he will be able to play the romanticist.

“These are for the prettiest girl here. So yes. These are for you.” And he passed you the orange roses.

You took them and thought to yourself what a genius he is.

Giving orange roses to someone has a lot of meanings. Such as fascination, passion, desire and pride. You thought that he chose this color deliberately.

You thanked him and he opened the door of the car for you. When you were on your way to the restaurant you have been wanting to go for a while, you didn’t really talk. He was always very careful when he was driving. After forty minutes of drive you arrived at the restaurant. It was a small, cozy restaurant, that is famous for its lasagna.

After he took and hanged your coat, he did the same with his. Waitress brought you menus and left you to think about your order. Even though you both knew that you wanted lasagna, you still looked at the menu. As soon as you finished ordering, he looked at you smilingly and held your hand.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“It’s been hard for both of us the last few weeks. But I’m glad we made it.” You said smilingly.

“Me too.” He said and the waitress brought your dishes, feeling like she’s interrupting.

You took some selfies and the pictures of the table before you started eating. It was delicious. Jaebum must have thought the same thing, because he looked at you with an approving nod. After dinner, you went to a pub for a few drinks. You ordered wine while he ordered whisky.

He was quiet for a few minutes and was looking like he has a lot in mind. So, you asked him:

“Is everything okay, love? Is there anything that is disturbing you?”

He waited and thought for a few minutes before answering.

“There is actually one thing I want to talk to you about.” At the same time your drinks arrived. After the waitress gone, you told him to continue.

“Go on babe, I am listening.”

He sloshed down his drink and started speaking. You were starting to worry a bit after seeing him sloshing down his drink. He came to you and sat next to you.

“Look Y/N. We weren’t able to see each other for a while and I have been thinking for a while.”

After this statement you were kind of baffled. Before he said anything more you wanted to read his expression, but you got nothing. That was new. You sloshed down your drink too and continued listening to him.

“I felt so lonely without you. I ate alone, I went on a walk alone, I drank coffee alone. And I realized something. Something important.”

He started speaking a bit more clearly. As if he wants everyone to hear his words.

“Thanks to you, my loneliness was gone. Thanks to you, I was able to smile and laugh more often. I gotta admit that i’m being cheesy but those are my genuine feelings. You are like a sun shining through my body, lightening my heart’s dark sides.”

Before he said his last words, he stayed quiet. You were taking time comprehend these words and breathing deeply at the same time. Then he kept on talking:

“I’m not asking you to marry me. We’re both young and I know that neither of us ready for that yet. But when you’re not around, I miss you. I miss your laugh, I miss seeing you playing with my cats, I miss the late-night drives with you.”

You were very touched and wanted to say how you feel too but he stopped you before you say anything.

“Let me finish, babe. So, even though we weren’t able to keep in contact well the last few weeks, I know that your lease expires in a month. I was thinking maybe you can consider living with me.”

He looked directly in the eye and asked you with a serious voice.

“Can you?”

You nodded and he hugged you really tight. It felt like a puzzle when he hugged you. After the hug session was over you hit his arm playingly:

“Gosh, you really are unbelievable.”

He held your hand and said:

“Let’s walk home, the weather is nice and we’re both drunk.”

You followed him with a smile on your face to your home.

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Oops, I Love You [GOT7 Yugyeom]

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff, romance

Summary: [College AU, based on the song OOPS by Little Mix] You didn’t plan on meeting and falling in love with Kim Yugyeom. You didn’t expect to break up with someone so perfect. And you certainly did not think you could fall in love again.

Word count: 3,283

Italics = a flashback / Bold = lyrics / Italics & bold = your thoughts/not verbalized

It started with "What's up with you?"

I messed around and got caught up with you

Yeah, yeah, I don't know what to do

I caught these feelings like there's nothing new

Now I can't get enough of you

You were studying your notes while walking across the campus quadrangle. Then, someone bumped into you rather harshly, causing you to stumble forward and nearly dropping your papers. “Hey, watch it!” you exclaimed.

The person giggled shyly before saying, “Oh, my bad. Sorry.”

“What is up with you?” you mumbled. Now you weren’t always a sour person – ok, maybe you were moody, but today was a bad day in general since your classes were extremely challenging today. Being bumped by a 6-foot giant wasn’t helping.

The tall male grinned happily, “I was dancing absentmindedly, so sorry. I can’t help myself sometimes.”

Your expression softened, and you smiled in return, “Yeah, I get that. It’s fine.”

“I’m Yugyeom, by the way! Dance major.” he beamed.

“Y/n, biology major.” you replied.

That was the first time you encountered Yugyeom, and it surely wasn’t the last. You bumped into him on other occasions a few times a week, often in the campus quadrangle or dorm lounges. Eventually, being simply acquaintances turned into a deeper friendship. You and Yugyeom started to hang out more often after classes and on certain nights, you’d stay out late with him, just enjoying each other’s presence. Soon enough, your friendship with him contained some flirting instances from both parties. His friends, especially Bambam, were constantly teasing the two of you. However, you friends warned you about getting involved with the Kim Yugyeom – apparently, he was a heartbreaker, or so they say. Using his looks and dance appeal to win hearts only to leave them shattered when a new interesting person came in. Infatuated with the man, you refused to listen to your friends.

Come your second year in college, Yugyeom officially became your boyfriend, and everything was perfect. The way he smiled made your day 100 times better. His laugh made you feel warm. He always listened to your ramblings despite being scientific in nature, and you would always watch him dance. The way he touched and kissed you always left your breathless. When he held your hand, you felt like a queen. When he held you close, you were safe. Everything about Yugyeom was everything you ever wanted – you couldn’t get enough of him.

Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed

“Hey, Gyeom.”

A soft groan escaped his lips.

“Yugyeom.”

Another one.

“Kim Yugyeom.”

The male beside you stirred awake, a sleepy smile already on his lips. “Good morning, y/n.”

“Good morning to you too.” you chuckled before ruffling the male’s hair. “But we have to get up. Classes start in like an hour. We’re technically late already.”

“What are you talking about, y/n?” Yugyeom stretched, “It’s Saturday. That’s why you let me sleep over, remember?”

A blush covered your cheeks, and Yugyeom simply laughed at your silliness. “Come here.” he grinned.

You sheepishly smiled at your boyfriend before cuddling up to him on your bed. “Let’s just stay like this for a while.” he whispered, placing soft kisses all over your face.

“Hmmm,” you hummed, “sounds good to me.”

Yugyeom pulled you closer to him as you relished in the warmth and security of his body pressed against yours.

Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends

You tried to stop the tears from rolling down. Keyword being tried. Despite your attempts, the tears came rushing like a raging waterfall. “I should have listened to my friends!” you screamed at Yugyeom, “You’re just trouble! Trouble, Kim Yugyeom!”

Yugyeom eyebrows furrowed with irritation, something that rarely happened. “I have done nothing but love you, and you accuse me of being trouble?”

With an eye roll, you continued to argue with him, “Just because I’ve been busy with pre-med doesn’t mean that I’m unaware. You think I don’t know what you do behind my back?”

Yugyeom opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, you interrupted, “Don’t play dumb, Yugyeom. Suddenly being part of the dance crew of the university gives you the license to mess around with the other girls? Is that it? Is that why -friend’s name- saw you all tangled up with some other female?”

“There’s a thing called ‘dance routine’ and ‘choreography’, y/n. Actors have roles and scenes, dancers have choreographies.” Yugyeom said in an exasperated tone.

You scoffed, “I would have believed that if it only happened once. But my other friends said that they saw it more than once!”

“And you believe them over me?” Yugyeom finally raised his voice.

You whipped your phone out on impulse and shove pictures of him and other girls in “sexy” positions several times. “Explain these then.”

“Like I said,” Yugyeom sighed, “we have choreographies to follow, y/n.”

“Of course that’s your excuse.” you spat at him. “Why are you in a dark room then? Why weren’t your other dance crew members there?”

Yugyeom sighed, “What else do you want me to say?”

The silence between you both was deafening, so the male decided to speak up. “Fine. If you believe in your friends so much, fine. I’m the cheater they say I am. Happy now?”

You were still angry, but deep inside, you knew something wasn’t right – but you couldn’t focus on that since you were blinded by emotions. Yugyeom continued to speak, “And now we’re done.”

“Done? As in we’re over?” you asked in disbelief.

“If you can’t trust me while I do something I have a passion for, then this isn’t going to work out, y/n. I’m not for you.” Yugyeom said, both anger and sadness evident in his voice.

“Fine.”

That was the last thing you ever said to him before he walked away. It was the last thing he heard before walking out of your life.

Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do

Oops, baby, I love you

Staying in a café until it was nearly midnight wasn’t the best idea. You were so absorbed in studying for your neurology exam that you didn’t realize the time. To make things worse, it started to rain rather heavily. You didn’t have an umbrella, taxis were scarce at this time, and the dorms were a few blocks away. You sigh to yourself as you pack your things and head out the café. You stand outside for a few minutes, hoping that that rain would at least die down. Time was ticking, and if you didn’t leave any time soon, the dorm keeper would lock you out for missing the curfew. Taking a deep breath, you broke of in a sprint.

You were soaking wet just after a few seconds, but the idea of being locked out didn’t sound so good, so you kept running. Your clumsy ass, however, just wanted to make things even worse. As you ran with your high-heeled boots, you ended up tripping over your own feet and find yourself on the sidewalk. “Ah, great going, y/n.” you mumble to yourself.

You remain seated on the pavement, checking yourself for any scratches or wounds, or maybe a sprained ankle. While doing so, the rain seems to stop above you. You look up to see a figure holding an umbrella over you. You quickly stand up, only to be face to face with the one and only Kim Yugyeom. Your expression is pure shock while his is rather blank. “Yugyeom…” you trail off.

Yugyeom clears his throat, “You’re going to the dorms, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Walk with me since you don’t have an umbrella.” he simple states.

“But – ” you try to reason with him; do exes normally do that? You didn’t think so.

“It’s ok,” he starts, the slightest hint of a smile on his lips, “What kind of gentleman lets a woman get soaked in the rain while he has an umbrella?”

You stand there speechless, a blush warming over your cheeks. You broke up with him a year ago, and while you never saw each other personally, he never left your mind. You knew you made a mistake by accusing him of being unfaithful, but you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. Not when you made such a big deal about it; you were ashamed, so how could you speak to him? You forced yourself to accept your fate, but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him. You really did, and you didn’t know what to do with the feelings you still had for him. Every time you caught a glimpse of Yugyeom, he seemed very happy and carefree – almost like he was the one who moved on. What else was there for you to do?

Without another word, you followed Yugyeom back to the dormitories, a few minutes before the curfew. The dorm keeper saw your sorry state and told you to wait at the foyer so she could get a towel to avoid making a mess. While waiting for her, you awkwardly bow to Yugyeom, “You really didn’t need to, but thanks.”

Yugyeom shrugs, his eyes on the floor, “Jinyoung would eat me alive if he found out I just left you like that.”

“What?” you question.

“Jinyoung equals chivalry.” Yugyeom smirks ever so slightly, you’d miss it if you didn’t recognize his features.

You can’t help the smile that forms on your own lips, “I guess.”

The dorm keeper returns and wraps you in a towel before instructing you to get a warm bath. As she rushes you upstairs, you subtly look back at Yugyeom who is trying his best to contain his smile. He scratches the back of his head before exploding in a grin. He then turns around and makes his way to the boys’ dorm. You find yourself smiling as well, cheeks redder than ever. “Oops, I still love you.”

Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do

Oops, baby, I love you

“Extra credit will be given to those who volunteer to assist at the school’s clinic.”

That’s what your professor said, and obviously, not many volunteered. You’re all pre-med majors after all. You were busy enough with all the subjects – adding another burden would be chaotic.

Yet you volunteered. “Extra credit goes a long way,” you told yourself.

So here you were, sorting out records and papers in the clinic. There was a ruckus going on, but you didn’t bother to look up, preoccupying yourself with making sure all the records were organized properly. Minutes later, one of the nurses approached you with a soft smile. “Y/n dear, can you do me a favor, please? We’ve already checked the patient and advised him to rest for a while before going back to class. I need to talk to the head doctor, so can you please just check on him after a few minutes?” the nurse grins.

“Of course!” you chirp.

About 10 minutes later, you finished organizing the papers and decided to check on this patient. Before opening the curtain that kept the clinic bed hidden, you ask, “Excuse me? May I go in?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s fine.” the voice replies.

It sounded awfully familiar. “It can’t be. No way.” you thought to yourself.

Shaking your head, you draw the curtain back only to see Yugyeom sitting on the bed, his back against the board while he looks out the window. Your entrance breaks his trance, and you both stare at each other, dumbfounded rather, and if your eyes weren’t playing tricks, Yugyeom’s cheeks were tainted pink. Your eyes move his wrist in a cast to the cuts and wounds on his face. Clearing your throat, you speak up, “What happened to you? Are you…are you ok?”

“Mmm,” Yugyeom nods, “We were practicing at the outdoor court, but I tripped and landed on my face the first time.” He says the last part with a small grin.

“Outdoor court?” you ask, “Are you…”

“I joined the basketball team last year when…yeah.” Yugyeom says quietly before fumbling with the sheets.

You gesture to his wrist, “What about that?”

“I was going for a shot, but the other player blocked me, or technically tackled me, so I fell and landed on my wrist.” Yugyeom explains, “but at least it wasn’t my right hand.”

“I see.” you say quietly. You knew Yugyeom’s eyes were on you, so you avert his gaze, “Be more careful next time, I guess. They can’t have their star player injured like that.”

“Star player?” Yugyeom sounds surprised.

“Ah! No, like, I mean,” you panic and start to blush, “Like you’re really tall and agile, so I’m sure you play well and…yeah.”

Yugyeom’s chuckle causes your heart to beat faster. “I guess you could say that, but I’m still better at dancing than basketball.”

Without much thought, you sit on the edge of the bed and smile softly. “You are still part of the dance club, right? You couldn’t have possibly left.”

“Of course.” Yugyeom mirrors your smile, “I’m not leaving until I graduate of course.”

“So, why basketball?”

“It was initially just to…well, blow-off steam,” Yugyeom shyly says, “but it became fun for me, and Mark’s a really good teammate, so I stuck around.”

“Cute.” you say before slapping yourself mentally.

“What?” Yugyeom asks innocently.

You shake your head, “Nothing.”

“And why are you here? I thought you were focusing on all the pre-med stuff?”

You nod, “This is part of it. We get extra credit if we volunteer to assist at the clinic. It just so happens that you ended up here during my so-called shift.”

Yugyeom laughs softly, “I mean, I know firsthand how gentle you are, so it suits you.”

“Is that so?” you blush, and so does the male when he realizes what he just said.

You stand up slowly before saying, “I was instructed to, well, check on you. Do you need anything before I let you go back to class?”

Yugyeom pouts his lips, something he does when he thinks. “Not really? These are just cuts and a sprain. I’ll be ok.”

You look down and nod. Deep inside, you were hoping you could at least do something for him – you know, after how messy things got between the two of you, with it being mostly on you. As if nothing’s changed, Yugyeom reads your mood and expression before smiling, “I could use something to keep the cuts clean and less painful, I guess.”

“Ah, ok.” you nod, going through the drawers for what you need.

Yugyeom sits on the edge of the bed, and you’re kind of forced to stand between his legs to apply the cream to his wounds. You try to keep your heartbeat in check, but it seems harder than expected, especially when Yugyeom’s eyes are glued to yours. You urge yourself to concentrate on the cuts and not his face. “Think of yourself as a doctor, y/n,” you think.

Yugyeom suddenly chuckles, “Is this what you’ll be like in the future?”

“Yeah, I hope so.” you end up grinning widely. Can I be this close to you too?

When you finish, Yugyeom thanks you with a gentle pat on the back before making his exit. You stand there, hand to your chest as your heart refuses to stop beating faster. “Oops, I love you.”

Now I accidentally know that you're in love with me too

Oops, baby, I love you

Later that day, you finished your turn at the clinic, but before you could leave, you noticed a black jacket left on the bed where Yugyeom stayed. “This is Yugyeom’s…” you sigh.

You end up texting Bambam, but before you get a solid reply, he decides to tease you about it first. After much begging, Bambam tells you that Yugyeom’s usually at the indoor gym at this time, either studying or practicing. You find yourself walking to the gym, Yugyeom’s hoodie in your hands. When you arrive at the doorway of the gym, you hear two voices. Yugyeom and…Jaebeom? “Look at you,” Jaebeom laughs, “Still caught up and head over heels for y/n.”

“Yah, hyung!” Yugyeom squeals, “Stop teasing me! I’m already injured! I don’t deserve this abuse.”

Jaebeom laughs, “There’s nothing wrong with it. You know, everyone is still convinced that you like her until now.”

“So what?” Yugyeom pouts. “She’s pretty. She’s still hardworking and passionate. She’s still dedicated to her dreams and doesn’t give up.”

“How do you know all this?” Jaebeom teases again.

“Hyung!” the younger male whines before muttering, “I see her in the library sometimes. Or the bleachers. Or that particular café.”

“And?” Jaebeom prods.

“I still love her, hyung.” Yugyeom looks at the floor, his cheeks painted pink.

You somehow hear the conversation, and upon hearing his confession, your eyes widen. Did you hear that right? Yugyeom still loves you? Jaebeom then notices you by the doorway and smirks, causing you to mentally panic. He puts a hand on Yugyeom’s shoulder, “I know you’ve got this. I have a class to attend now.” as he walks away, he calls out, “Good luck with your dance! And other stuff!”

Yugyeom’s eyes follow Jaebeom, which is when he sees you, causing his heart to palpitate. When Jaebeom reaches you at the doorway, he simply smiles, “It took a while, didn’t it?”

Before you could ask him anything, he’s already walking away. You sigh and slowly approach Yugyeom. “Bambam said you might be here.” You reach your hand out to show him his hoodie, “You left it at the clinic.”

Yugyeom takes it from you, “Thank you.”

An awkward silence fills the air, and just before you turn to leave, Yugyeom calls out, “Y/n.”

You look up at him to see a serious but soft expression on his features. “Did you…hear anything?”

You gulp and shake your head quickly, “Nope. I just got here.”

“You know, y/n,” Yugyeom chuckles lowly before stepping closer, “you’re still a horrible liar.”

You look down, embarrassed, “I heard everything, but…”

“But I meant it.” Yugyeom says as he takes your hand in his free one.

You peer into his eyes and see nothing but his genuine feelings. You smile softly before whispering, “Then, does that mean we can try again?”

“What?” Yugyeom suddenly sounds surprised.

“I still love you, Yugyeom. I never stopped. I made a mistake back then.” you tell him.

Yugyeom’s grin prompts you to continue. “I’m sorry for accusing you and saying such horrible stuff. I was insecure and was afraid you’d eventually leave me for someone else.”

“And why would I do that?” Yugyeom asks, amusement in his tone.

“Well,” you chuckle sheepishly, “You’re popular, handsome, good at everything. I’m your typical science nerd – clumsy, always reading, unathletic, boring – ”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Yugyeom interjects, a huge grin on his lips, “I love you for who you are, y/n. Everything about you. All those things you said? Doesn’t matter. I. Love. You.”

“Gyeom, I’m so sorry.” you say in a whisper.

Yugyeom shushes you before pulling you into a soft embrace. “It’s done, y/n. We’ll make it work this time.”

He pulls away just enough to see your face. His bright smile causes you to giggle. Before you know it, his lips are on yours in a soft but passionate kiss as if you were both making up for the time you spent apart from each other. His lips felt luxurious on yours, and you couldn’t get enough of this moment. Eventually, he pulls away, leaving you breathless. You simply grin at each other like children.

“Oops, baby, I love you.”

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GOT7 AU Drabbles: Jaebeom

Lim Jaebeom // CEO AU

Reuploading because I changed some details hihihi :>

Note: suggestive content at the end!

Sign here, sign there. Endless piles of papers cluttered Jaebeom’s office desk as another hectic but productive day at work came about. Im Jaebeom was undoubtedly one of the youngest CEOs of his time, but he was efficient and good at what he did. He did not, however, like being called a chaebol. His father was running most of the businesses in the conglomerate, but Jaebeom was given the authority over his own company. Being the CEO was a serious responsibility, and there were days when stress got the best of him, resulting in a rather grouchy and somewhat scary boss. Nonetheless, the employees loved him.  

“Excuse me, Sir,” his secretary peeps through his office door, “Your father called to ask when you would schedule another meeting with the Board.”

Jaebeom sighs, “I schedule one some time next week. Please advise him, thank you.”

As the secretary leaves, his phone starts to ring. With an exasperated sigh, thinking it would be another business partner or client calling, Jaebeom picks up, “Hello?”

“Someone sounds grouchy again.” you tease, a slight giggle escaping your lips.

Jaebeom smiles a little, “The usual.”

“I know,” you chuckle, “I’m just checking up on you.”

“Mhmm. I’ll be done in the office in a few hours. Are you still up for what we planned tonight?” Jaebeom says.

“Definitely.” you reply.

“Great, I’ll see you later.” Jaebeom smiles to himself, “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Jae.”

After a few more hours of working, signing, reading a million analysis reports, and reviewing things, Jaebeom starts to pack up. He checks the expensive-looking watch on his wrist – just in time. He takes all his things with him before leaving his office. “I’ll leave that to you, Mr. Choi.” he says to one manager, who nods with a smile.

“I will, Sir. Have a pleasant evening with Ms. y/l/n!” he chirps.

Jaebeom gives him a nod and smile before making his exit. Before Jaebeom can get inside his car, one of the company directors, Park Jinyoung, calls him, “Calling it an early day, Jaebeom?”

Jaebeom chuckles at his director and best friend, “You know what that means.”

Jinyoung smiles, his eye wrinkles visible, “Of course. Have fun. You deserve it.”

“You should take it easy as well, Jinyoung.” Jaebeom smirks once inside his car, “You seem like you need it.”

“With Yugyeom and Bambam under my department? Of course. I’ll think about going on a long vacation one of these days.” Jinyoung laughs.

“Sounds good.”

An hour later, Jaebeom arrives at your workplace and gives you a call. Not too long after, you exit the building, wearing an elegant, black lacey dress with your hair curled in loose waves. Tugging on his suit, Jaebeom walks closer to you and places a quick peck on your lips. “Have you been waiting long?”

“No,” you smile, “I just finished actually.”

Jaebeom flashes you the most beautiful smile before pulling out a single-stem rose from behind. “For the woman I love.”

With rosy cheeks and a huge grin, you take the flower and caress the petals, “You always make my day better, Jae.”

The male smirks at you, tenderly taking your hand in his as he leads you to his car. On the drive home, you fill Jaebeom on how your day went – how your CEO has been pretty considerate and generous recently, how the employees under you were both a blessing and a headache, and how your co-manager Jackson Wang had about a hundred new antics and plans for the marketing team that Mark Tuan nearly dismissed. Jaebeom also talked about his day at the office, with one highlight being the instance when Kim Yugyeom and Bambam nearly set the dining area on fire in an attempt to prank Choi Youngjae.

When you arrived at Jaebeom’s shared home with you, you kicked your annoyingly high stilettos off and sighed in relief, “I don’t even know why I wear these.”

Jaebeom sneakily sweeps you off your feet, carrying you further into the house. He peppers your face with feathery soft kisses as your giggle echoes through the corridor. He eventually sets you down once you’re inside the bedroom. You slowly walk over to the large window that overlooks the city. The city’s lights illuminate the light and reflect in your eyes as you admire the beauty before you. “It’s always a relief to see this view at the end of the day.” you smile.

Through the window’s reflection, you see Jaebeom approach you from behind, gently wrapping his arms around you. He nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck, his breathing steady. You were his safe place, and vice versa. “You’re my relief, y/n.”

Contrary to what the public thought, you and Jaebeom didn’t meet through an arranged marriage or a marriage for business purposes. It was just a rather small world. Park Jinyoung was your childhood friend, and he introduced you to Jaebeom one evening when another mutual friend, Jackson, called for a dinner between “close business friends”. Since then, you and Jaebeom matched well with each other and after almost five years of dating, he proposed. Then came issues of you being a gold-digger or using Jaebeom for his riches. Of course, Jaebeom defended you, and you proved the talkers wrong. You weren’t as wealthy as Jaebeom was, but you were pretty much well-to-do with a great career. You were a fashion company’s chief marketing officer, and you excelled at your job. You could handle yourself well, so Jaebeom’s family was generally accepting of you. But what mattered most was how Jaebeom proved time and time again how much he loved you and how much you meant to him, and that was the best thing for you.

As Jaebeom starts to plant slow kisses on your neck, you turn around to face him and cup his cheeks, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Jae.”

Jaebeom chuckles before taking your hand up to his lips. He kisses the diamond ring on your finger and whispers against it, “Just a little more, my love.”

Without another word, Jaebeom gently removes your diamond earrings, placing them on the dresser nearby. Everything falls silent as he places feather kisses behind your ear as his hands softly caress your waist. Your hands involuntarily travel to his broad shoulders while you smile at his actions. His lips leave your ears and neck, travelling up your jaw until he stops just beside your lips. He simply smirks and without another word, he captures your lips with his in a fiery kiss that causes you to gasp. Like second nature, your lips move in sync with his as his grip on your waist tightens and you snake your arms around his neck. With a few more passionate kisses and a very slight movements, you both stumble onto the bed behind, Jaebeom towering above you. “Tonight’s your night, babe.” he says in between breathless kisses.

You smirk against Jaebeom’s lips, “It’s yours too, my love.”

Jaebeom finds the zipper of your dress as your fingers touch the buttons of his shirt. With the devilish smirks on both your lips and the flirty looks in both your eyes, articles of clothing were one by one tossed to the floor, the heat of your bodies pressed against each other enough to warm yourselves. You both knew that the night would be both yours indeed.

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GOT7 AU Drabbles: Mark

Mark Tuan // Fantasy AU [Specifically elves]

He was the fairest of them all. Physically handsome, smart, and with a heart full of charm and tenderness, Mark Tuan was the perfect prince – or soon to be prince anyway. With his father being the ruler of the elves, it was only right for Mark to inherit the throne one day, but that idea wasn’t the young man’s priority for now. He just wanted to enjoy every living moment he had.

Mark was in his bath, soaking in the milky white water to calm himself. There was always something very relaxing about water. Everything was quiet until a servant knocked on the door, “Your highness, Lady y/n will be arriving shortly.”

“Ok.” Mark replies simply before smiling to himself. The prince rises from the tub to dress himself and prepare for a certain someone’s arrival.

Meanwhile, somewhere else within the palace, you roam around freely. You haven’t been in the palace in a while, due to your own duties as another kingdom’s princess. Gently touching the cold, white pillars in the hall, you sigh and smile with nostalgia over the memories that you recall. You walk further down the hall until you reach a life-sized statue of the courageous king – Mark’s father – donning a beautiful crown. While you stare at it in awe, someone approaches you from behind. “That would be me in a few more years.” he says.

You recognize the voice, twirling around in an instant. Mark greets you with a smile, and you grin back, “And will I be by your side?”

Mark steps closer, taking your hand in his to give it a soft kiss, “Always.”

You never liked the idea of arranged marriages – they were unfair. When you found out that you had to go through that, you cursed your life as an elf princess. When you met your betrothed, Mark Tuan himself, you wanted to escape. But time passed and both you and Mark realized that indeed, you wanted to spend forever with each other, thus, accepting the marriage proposition. Though every kingdom knew of this, you and Mark were to be married when he would be crowned king.  

You giggle as Mark gently intertwines your fingers with his. “How are you, Mark?”

Mark smiles, revealing his teeth, “Same as always. Sleeping, trying the new food at the market place, running away to sleep at the gardens, playing with random dogs I’d see while walking outside the palace.”

While walking hand-in-hand, you reply with a smirk, “Shouldn’t you be doing…prince-ly stuff? Or rather, kingly stuff?”

“Father scolds me for not studying about the lands and laws, but come on, I’ve still got years for that. I’m still young, y/n.” Mark laughs, causing you to laugh with him.

You and Mark arrive at another hallway, and you look up at the ceiling. Intricate pink flower designs cover majority of the ceiling, almost like a garden. You smile, “Are those new? I don’t recall seeing this part before.”

Mark nods, “Mother thinks that we should add a bit of color to the palace, seeing that it’s almost all white. She said that it’s about time, since you’d be living with us, with me, in a few years.”

You smile at the thought, cheeks flushing as pink as the flowers. Mark notices and giggles to himself, giving your hand a squeeze. Without another word, he pulls you against him, lips inches away from yours. You feel his lips softly touch your own, but Mark’s keen senses cause him to pull away. In just a few seconds, a maid passes by, giving both of you a polite bow before making her way to another room. “Mark, everyone knows I’m your fiancé.” you giggle.

“I know,” Mark pecks you, “but it kind of ruins the whole intimacy thing.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Come on.” Mark whispers, taking you on a walk to the grand gardens in their palace.

Trees line the entire garden, with various bushes and flowers pepper the area. An elongated pond sits in the middle, and the glass roof completes the look. Mark, being the elf prince of the Air Kingdom, lifts his hand in a simple gesture. A horde of petals dance across the garden and around you. “Show-off.” you tease.

Mark pokes his tongue out in response. “I take it this is where you have your sweet little naps?” you smirk.

Mark winks at you, “Correct.”

You giggle and walk over to the white rose bush, gently caressing the petals of one rose. Being the elf princess of the Earth Kingdom, your touch gave the roses a fuller, glittery appearance. “These are the most beautiful roses I’ve ever seen.”

Mark stands behind you, a soft smile on his lips, “Which is why they’re my favorite roses. They remind me of you.”

You turn around to see Mark’s soft smile and melt, butterflies dancing in your stomach. “You’re too sweet, and maybe a little cheesy.”

This causes Mark to laugh and pinch your cheek. Minutes later, you and Mark are sitting down on the grass. You end up talking about the whole engagement and your future together. “All these flowers and everything else will all be yours soon, y/n.” Mark chuckles.

“It’s exciting, but it makes me nervous too.” you admit, a small smile on your lips, “Will I be a good queen, Mark?”

Mark shifts closer to you, taking both your hands in his. His fingers caress the back of your hands, eventually resting on the ring on your finger. “Y/n, there’s no one else I’d rather have beside me. No one else I’d rather have to rule with me. You’re going to be great, my queen.”

You smile, eyes soft with adoration for the man in front of you. “That’s because I’ll have the best king and husband.”

Mark scrunches his nose, smiling widely at you. Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulls you onto his lap, lips pressing onto yours in a soft but passionate kiss. Mark mentally thanks you for deciding to wear a dress that exposes your shoulders. He caresses them with his hands, his touch like soft blossoms brushing against you. It makes you shiver, causing you to pull Mark closer. His kisses then trail down your neck before stopping at your shoulders. He places tender kisses on the skin there, making you smile at the gesture while softly running your fingers through his hair. He pulls away to look up at you, the biggest smile on his face, “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Mark.” you chuckle.

[inyournightmares97]

The Leading Lady

Im Jaebum wants to make a short film, and you end up as his leading lady. 

Warnings: MAJOR Cringe, fluff and a little language. College!au

Word Count: 11.6k 

Dedicated to my buddy, the soft Jaebum stan: @ijustwantacue!

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One More Weekend [Monsta X Minhyuk]

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, romance

Summary: [Non-idol AU, based on the song ONE MORE WEEKEND by Against the Current] Breaking up with Minhyuk has been one of your biggest regrets, so when you find yourself reuniting with him, you end up missing him even more. Perhaps you can pretend that everything was back to normal, even for just one weekend?

Word count: 3402

A/N: words in italics are flashbacks

The cherry blossom trees danced along with the wind as its petals scattered across the area. It was always an ethereal sight for you, but it was even more magical when a certain man was beside you to admire the beauty. Lee Minhyuk, your eternal sunshine and best-friend-turned-lover, would often make everything so much better.

The happy murmurs of random individuals mixed in with the bustling city sounds, but that didn’t matter whenever you and Minhyuk walked down the street, trying every snack the food stalls would offer, laughing and cracking a lame joke every now and then. “No, seriously, y/n. Jooheon said that, not me!” Minhyuk laughed.

You scoffed at him playfully, “Yeah, right. You’re totally the type who would say something that random.”

Minhyuk poked his tongue out at you before deciding to take one of your snacks, “I say intellectual things, mind you.”

“Sure.” you giggled.

Continuing to walk down the stall-filled streets, the both of you finally arrived at the city park where the cherry blossoms trees in full-bloom greeted you. Minhyuk found a vacant spot towards the grassy area for the two of you to sit on. He pulled you down to sit next to him, and you happily complied. You continued to talk about whatever life brought about while enjoying the fresh spring breeze. Somewhere deep into the conversation, Minhyuk ended up resting his head on your lap, flashing a bright smile towards you. You mirrored his smile and brushed his bangs away from his forehead. “You make me so happy, Lee Minhyuk.”

Minhyuk reached out to gently touch your cheek, “So do you, y/n.”

“Nothing’s going to change, right?” you asked in a quiet whisper.

He slowly sat up, moving closer to cup your face in his hands. His gaze was intense, eyes staring right into you. “Never. I’ll be yours forever.” he declared before moving to kiss you.

The announcement of your arrival woke you up from your sleep and thoughts. You looked outside the train’s window to see that you surely have arrived at your destination: your hometown.

You left your hometown about two years ago to work in another city, and while it brought along a lot of good opportunities, it also led you to end your relationship with Minhyuk. You argued that a “long distance relationship wouldn’t work out” because you simply couldn’t handle it. Minhyuk, though adamant to change your mind, eventually agreed so as to avoid a very heated dispute. Ever since then, you never contacted each other. Not even once. Perhaps he moved on. Perhaps you did too. Everyone either moves on or stays – simple as that.

Upon leaving the train station, you find yourself walking to your best friend’s apartment where you would stay for the weekend. Your current boss gave you a few days off from work as a reward for doing a really good job, and what better way to spend it in your hometown? It was around this time of the year that festivals were happening during the spring.  As you walked along a familiar path, you felt a rush of nostalgia as the cherry blossoms rustled nearby. You passed by a few food stalls, and a sorrowful feeling washed over you as you remembered who you spent those times with. Everything was still the way you remembered it – but it also felt different.

You arrived at your best friend’s apartment. She gave you a big hug before telling you that she had to run to work, but you should make yourself feel at home. She gave you a spare key in case you wanted to go out while she was gone. After she left, you stayed in the guest bedroom, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling. Feeling antsy, you stand up and look out the window that overlooks much of the city, including the park. Involuntarily, you start to think of all the times you and Minhyuk had dates there, kissing each other under the trees, chasing each other around the park, or taking pictures of each other for memories sake – pictures you haven’t deleted. You take out your phone and go through the heaps of photos you have. Only one photo of you and Minhyuk remains, and it’s of one where the two of you have cherry blossoms tucked behind your ears.

You couldn’t help but miss it all – from the way he made you smile and laugh, to the more intimate moments you shared. You missed how he laughed at every silly thing you did, or how he would act childish just to get you to cook a meal for him. You missed how he hugged you like you were the greatest treasure, and how his kisses ranged from soft to passionate. You missed Minhyuk himself. Maybe this weekend stay in your hometown was more than just a simple vacation. “Maybe I could visit and see Minhyuk again,” you thought to yourself. Yes, you’ve lost contact for two year, and you were the one who ended things, but hey. You and Minhyuk had a whole lot of history, right? Would it be too late?

Your hands shook as you grabbed your phone and searched for Minhyuk in your contacts. Would he still have the same number? You decided to try and call him. He didn’t pick up, and you were instead listening to his voice mail. “Hey, I’m probably busy or asleep, but leave a message and I’ll call you back!” His voice still made you smile, and you mentally smacked yourself for being like this. In the end, you just left a message for him. “Hey, Minhyuk. It’s y/n. I know this is random and pretty stupid, but I'm back home for the weekend. Maybe we can, I don’t know, hang out? I know I’m the last person you’d want to hear from, but yeah. Bye.”

You sighed after speaking. Wanting to get some fresh air, you grabbed your jacket and left the apartment, deciding to walk around aimlessly. You stopped and entered a coffee shop, happily sipping your drink, when your phone started to ring. You answer without paying much attention to the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Minhyuk here.” the caller replies.

You nearly choke on your coffee, “Oh hey.”

“I just woke up. Are you still around the area?” he asks, voice still a bit sleepy.

“Yeah,” you fiddle with your straw, “I’m at Starship Coffee.”

“Of course you are.” Minhyuk says in a “Minhyuk-kind-of-tone”, and you could imagine the smirk on his face, “I’ll be there in a while. Can you wait?”

“Yeah, sure.” is all you manage to say before he ends the call.

Minutes later, a male approaches you, and though he isn’t smiling brightly, a gentle smile graces his lips. Minhyuk is taller than you remember – is he blond now? Did he get even more handsome? You clear your throat and wave at him, “Hey.”

“This is a surprise.” he says, but there is not hostility in his voice, but rather amusement.

You nod and sheepishly smile, “I know, but it’s…”

“It’s been a while.” Minhyuk finishes for you, chuckling afterwards. “How long are you staying?”

“Not as long as I want to.” echoes in your mind, but you end up replying with, “Just over the weekend. I’m leaving Monday morning.”

“Well,” Minhyuk grins, “nothing’s really changed around here. Wanna go around?”

“Sounds good.” you nod.

You follow Minhyuk around the city, entering shops that you used to frequent with him. Clothes shopping? Check. Makeup shopping? Check. Random things shopping? Definitely. Going around the city felt totally relieving, and despite the situation, you were comfortable, and you could tell Minhyuk was, especially with the way he was being so talkative and excited. “Hey, remember that neighborhood street we’d go to during our college years?” he asks, a devilish smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, why?” you chuckle.

“Our names are still there.” Minhyuk laughs.

You laugh with him, “No way!”

Minhyuk chuckles and casually takes your hand in his before dashing off. You end up running with the male towards a certain neighborhood, and when he stops running, you’re out of breath. Minhyuk points at the cemented sidewalk underneath you two. “See?” he chuckles.

You look down to see “y/n” and “Minhyuk” still written on the now-hardened cement as proof of you rather random antics from years ago.

“Minhyuk, wait, you long-legged man!” you shouted as Minhyuk dared you to chase him.

Minhyuk laughed at you, “Slow-poke!”

Laughter filled the neighborhood as you both ran the streets, chasing each other. You were still this energetic even after hours of classes? After a good five minutes of running, Minhyuk stopped by the area that was being renovated. “They’re finally adding sidewalks in this place.” Minhyuk said.

You fell into place next to him, “Good. At least kids and whoever can walk here safely.”

Minhyuk squatted down and stared into the wet cement. “I’m feeling cheeky.”

Without another word, he got a pencil from his bag and started to write his name on the wet cement. You watched in amusement and eventually mimicked his actions. You both stood up, proud of your work. “We’re going down in history, y/n.” Minhyuk laughed.

“I like it.” you high-fived him.

You smile at the memory and crouch down to trace the names on the pavement. “I can’t believe we did these things.” you smile, a bittersweet feeling settling in you, “I miss them.”

Minhyuk watches you with the softest gaze, “Do you…wanna do them again?”

You chuckle quietly, but loud enough for Minhyuk to hear, “Always.”

“But we can’t exactly go back, can we?” is what you tell yourself, not wanting the male to hear you.

Minhyuk remains silent for a few seconds before offering his hand to you. You take it, and he pulls you up on your feet. Before he can say anything, your phone rings. “Hello?”

A few seconds later, you put your phone down and face Minhyuk. “It was y/bf/n. She wants to have dinner with me. You know…before I go back.”

Minhyuk smiles at you, “No worries. I had fun anyway.”

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks as you reply, “I did too.”

“We should catch up more often.” Minhyuk says casually, as if nothing happened in the past. “You only have tomorrow left before going back the next morning, right?”

At this, you chuckle a little and nod, “I’m going to my parents’ place tomorrow morning, but I’m free in the afternoon.”

Minhyuk hasn’t lost his playfulness as he wiggles his eyebrows at you, “Then how ‘bout another adventure with me?”

“Adventure? Now where would we go?” you laugh.

“Anywhere?” Minhyuk laughs along.

“Alright then,” you nod, “Just let me know.”

Maybe you and Minhyuk were destined to be just friends. You weren’t exactly thinking about getting back with him, no, not after what you did to the relationship. It wasn’t his fault – it was yours, so why would he want to get back? You were pretty sure you hurt him badly back then.

Despite that, who said you couldn’t pretend? Just pretend everything was as it is, at least for now. For just one weekend.

Come Sunday, you spent the morning with your parents as promised. You had a lovely breakfast, talked for what seemed to be forever, and took a billion pictures, courtesy of your mother. Afterwards, you had lunch with your siblings, went out for a while with a few other friends, and by the time it was 3:00, Minhyuk called. “Hey, wanna meet at the park? They said there’s gonna be a fireworks show later at 8:30.”

You answer him, “Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me.”

Though he did not specify which park among the several ones in the city, you knew which one he was talking about. How could you not know? It was where you always went with him. Touching up on a little lipstick, you took a taxi and found yourself standing by the park’s gates not long after. With a deep breath, you started to walk further into the park, passing by a few snack stalls. You stood there, dazed, as one stall caught your attention. The old lady handling the stall was selling a variety of candies.

“Here, have some dalgona.” the old lady smiled as she handed over two heart-shaped candies. “Perfect for a cute couple like you two.”

Minhyuk took them and grinned, “Thank you very much.”

The old lady was still the same from years ago – maybe a little thinner with more gray hair – but it was still her nonetheless. She makes eye contact with you, a gentle smile forming on her lips. You smile back, but were caught by surprise when a voice was heard from behind, “If you were going to buy cotton candy, I got it covered.”

You spun around quickly to see Minhyuk holding out a pink cotton candy for you. “Oh, thanks. When did you get here?” you smile.

Minhyuk chuckles, “A few minutes ago?”

Minhyuk gestures for you to follow him, and so you comply. Just like before, you walk through the paths lined up with stalls, except you aren’t exactly holding hands. Minhyuk stumbles upon one stall that allows the customers to play games similar to ones in an amusement park, so the male decides to try it out. “Watch me win over this thing.” Minhyuk smirks, causing you to laugh.

After two attempts at the game, Minhyuk doesn’t win. You tease him a little, “Getting rusty, ay? Are you really the great gamer Lee Minhyuk?”

“Haha very funny, y/n.” Minhyuk pokes his tongue out. “I’ll get it this time.”

He emerges victorious after the third try, letting out a cute “yaaay”. You laugh at his excitement, and so does the stall manager. He gets a bag of chips as a prize, happily hugging it to his chest. As the sun started to set and the night sky makes it entrance, Minhyuk finds a spot on the grass to sit on. Once you’re both sitting, he lies down, staring at the sky, “Is the sunset this pretty where you live, y/n?”

Without thinking much, you lie down beside him, “I never really took the time to look at it.”

“Why not?”

You sigh and close your eyes, “It makes me think about a lot of things. Things I can’t afford to think about.”

He whispers a soft “oh” before nudging your arm with his elbow, “Like what?”

“You.” you open your eyes to look at Minhyuk, a sad smile on your lips. After a moment of silence, you look away and turn your gaze back on the now evening sky, “We said forever – I said forever. I didn’t want anything to change or end, but look at what happened.”

Minhyuk’s eyes are still on you, a tinge of sadness swimming in them. “Well, we tried to prevent that.”

“Not we, Minhyuk. You tried.” you sit up and try to continue to speak, but your voice ends up cracking. You clear your throat and take a deep, shaky breath, “I drove the relationship to end, but you tried to save it, so it’s on me, not you.”

Minhyuk sits up as well, his gaze intense and eyes shining even in the darkness of the night, “So, what? Are you saying you didn’t want to?”

Looking down on the grass, you shrug, “I didn’t know what I wanted. But ever since then, it became more clear to me that what I want now is what I wanted back then.”

“And that is?” Minhyuk whispers.

“You, and always you.” you say quietly, afraid of your own declaration.

It would have been nice to leave it at that, and Minhyuk would take you in his arms and kiss your sadness away, but that’s what your imagination wanted. You slapped yourself mentally, coming back to reality. You offer a sad smile at the male, “But we both know that can’t happen. It would be selfish of me to want that when I was the one at fault.”

Minhyuk opens his mouth to say something, but a firework explodes, cutting him off as you both turn your gazes to the sky. Another one follows, and another. The sky is soon filled with fireworks, illuminating the night with various colors. “But we can pretend just for this weekend, can’t we?” you say, not directing your words to anyone in general, perhaps to convince just yourself.

“Y/n.”

You turn to look at Minhyuk, but everything happens so fast, and all your brain can register is that his lips are on yours. Another round of fireworks boom in the background just at the same time you reciprocate his kiss.

You wake up the next morning, mind buzzing with everything that happened the night before. Minhyuk kissed you. Your ex boyfriend just kissed you, and you kissed him back. After the fireworks show, he walked with you to your best friend’s apartment, but it was in silence. Awkward? Maybe.

With a defeated sigh, you get up to shower and get ready to go back to your other city. You showered, got dressed and packed in silence, heart heavy and eyes threatening to burst with tears any second. You hugged your best friend goodbye, then found yourself at the train station an hour later. You train would be arriving in 30 minutes, so you waited nearby, seated on a bench. Your kiss with Minhyuk kept replaying in your mind. Did he actually hear you say “we can pretend just for this weekend” and proceeded to kiss you? Whatever fun and fluff you felt the past two days were nice, but you told yourself that it wasn’t going to last long. It was Monday today – meaning, you’d be leaving again, washing away all the fantasies and good times you had. You told yourself that you had to face reality.

Time passed, and you 10 minutes left before the train arrived. You stood up from the bench and readied yourself. You were, however, not expecting to hear a familiar voice call your name. You slowly turn around, hoping it wouldn’t be him. Alas, Minhyuk stands there, a small bouquet of roses in his hands. “Minhyuk?” you utter in disbelief.

The male takes a few steps closer to you, a calm smile on his lips, “Can’t believe you’re leaving without saying goodbye.”

“I…didn’t want to.” you whisper, “I don’t think I could handle saying goodbye to you again.”

Minhyuk hands the roses to you, his smile now wider, “That’s why this isn’t a goodbye.”

You take the roses from him, tilting your head in confusion, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Why pretend for just one weekend? Why pretend at all?” Minhyuk asks confidently, “Why not just make it real?”

“Minhyuk, I – ” you stutter, but the male cuts you.

“Y/n,” he says, “whatever you did years ago is done. But we can try again, and this time, we can make it work.”

Tears start to well in your eyes. 5 minutes before your train arrives. “Minhyuk, is that what you really want?”

He takes your hand in his, pulling you closer, arms encircling your waist. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

That’s all it takes for his lips to connect with yours once again. The kiss is soft and gentle, comforting even, while his long fingers brush the tears away from your cheeks. You hear a train approaching, and you both pull away. Staring into your damp eyes, Minhyuk smiles, “It’s going to be alright.”

“Ok.” you whisper.

He pulls you in for one more tight hug, chin resting on top of your head as you bury your face in his chest. Your train arrives, and you force yourself to pull away from Minhyuk. “I love you.” you smile softly.

Minhyuk kisses your forehead, “I love you too. Always have, always will.”

You step into the train cargo with a bright smile. Minhyuk happily waves goodbye as it starts to move, shooting you a cheeky finger heart. You laugh at his antics and relax into the seat. Minutes later, you receive a text from him.

Minhyuk: I miss you.

You: I miss you too.

Minhyuk: I changed your contact name to “my girl” by the way

You: Yours is “my boy” :P

Minhyuk: Good, because I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. Forever.

You: Forever, and that’s a promise.

[itsallabigmess]

Stay the night

A/N: Okay, so I just had this dream with Jaebum and I thought it was really cute so I decided to post it…in a fanfic format. oh boy I feel silly. Anyway. I did not revise the text and English is not my first language so I do apologize for any mistakes I have made. Also, I’m sure it’s badly written. Who cares? I don’t (pretending I’m not crying in a dark corner)

You finally gave up. After a long day without being able to do anything useful, all you wanted to do is go to bed and sleep the sadness away. You took a warm shower, that somehow made your body feel heavier, and just fell in your bed, hugging a pillow, with the hope that you could fall sleep soon.

That’s when your phone rang. It was no surprise to see it was your friend Jaebum since you call and text each other almost every day.

You stared to the phone, waiting for the annoying ringing to stop. You wanted to talk to Jaebum. You always want to talk to him. But you didn’t want him to know how you were feeling – this mess of sadness and failure that were tormenting you since you first opened your eyes this morning.

You decided to text him when the ringing stopped so you would not feel guilty.

You: Hey

Jaebum: I didn’t wake you, right?

You: Not really…

Jaebum: So can you talk? Facetime?

You: Yes. no.

Jaebum: Why not? I haven’t seen you in a while…

You exhaled heavily, a bit annoyed. You and Jaebum have been friends for quite some time, and you were always amazed by how easily you guys clicked and got along after being introduced by a mutual friend. You surprisingly talked and spend a lot of time together, considering his busy schedule. He always seemed to find time for his friend and family, and you were glad to be included on that list. But for that past couple of months, even though you weren’t sure how or when it started, you have been flirting. Nothing very explicit. Just some teasing here and there. You were never sure if they meant anything. In honesty, you didn’t even know if you wanted it to mean something, even though you have to admit that flirting with Jaebum made amazing things for your self-stem.

So now, looking at his message, you weren’t sure if he was flirting, or if he honestly just missed his friend. Either way, you didn’t feel like responding anyway.

You ended up texting anyway.

You: The lights are off…

Jaebum: Okay, what’s going on?

You:?

Jaebum: You usually don’t speak this little.

You: I’m a bit off today.

Jaebum: What happened?

You: Nothing.

Jaebum: I don’t believe you.

Jaebum: Just answer the call.

And before you could text back, Jaebum was calling you again.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he said, sounding a bit worried.

“It’s nothing, seriously.”

“You were crying. I can hear in your voice. So just tell me.”

“I’m just feeling a bit depressed. I don’t know why. I woke up like this and just couldn’t shake the feeling away.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, hugging again your pillow “I’ll be better tomorrow, I think”

“Still, wish I could do something to make you feel better now”.

“A hug would actually be nice”, you said without thinking, closing your eyes.

“Okay”

“Okay, what?”

“I’m coming over”

“What?”

“Text me your address”

“No, Jae. You don’t need to come over. It’s late. Jae? Are you there? Jaebum?!”

You couldn’t hear him, just the sound of stuff moving, and then, some doors closing, and then finally Jaebum, cursing.

“It’s fucking cold. Just text me your address so I can pick a cab.”

Before you could answer, he ended the call. Seconds later you received a text from him, saying “I’m waiting” with a selfie that he took of himself standing outside in a dark street.

It didn’t take more than 10 minutes for Jaebum to arrive at your building. You texted the codes for entering your small apartment along with the address, but still, Jaebum was knocking on your door, waiting for you to let him in. You fixed your hoodie over your pajamas, trying to cover your swollen face as much as you could, before opening the door.

“Hey,” he said with a smile. “We live closer than I thought. I’m surprised I never came here before.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you said, feeling embarrassed of sudden.

“Don’t worry about it”.

Jaebum was staring at you, you could feel it. You haven’t looked directly into his eyes yet, hoping that somehow he would not notice your reddish eyes. Too late for that though, since he got closer to you, holding your chin up gently, making you look at him. And then, you just started crying, as hard as you pretty much had done the entire day.

“Oh honey” - he exhaled, bringing you into a tight hug - “It’s okay. I’m here now. You’re not alone anymore”.

But you just continued to cry, sobbing like a child. Jaebum, being taller and bigger than you, lifted your body from the ground with no trouble and started to walk you to the sofa. He sat down, with you on his lap, tears rolling down from your face to his neck. He took the hood out of your head and started to caress your hair with one hand while the other one was stayed on your back, making sure you could feel some comfort.

You don’t know how long you two stayed like that. It took you quite some time to compose yourself. You were glad that, at least Jaebum didn’t seem to be annoyed by it. And then you realized that you have never been this physically close to him. With a new wave of embarrassment, you took your arms out from Jaebum’s neck, rubbing your hands on your face to wipe away the tears.

“I’m such an idiot.” - you laughed, now trying to dry the tears that had run down by his neck.

“No. You’re just having a bad day. Look at me.” - He said softly, holding both sides of your face, dropping a small kiss on your forehead. “Feeling better?”

“A bit, yeah.”

“Next time you feel like this you just call me okay? I could have been here way earlier.”

“I didn’t want to bother you”

“You are never a bother” - he smiled, caressing your hair again, looking at it while his fingers ran through it.

Felling all shy again, you wrapped your arms around his neck, reconnecting the hug. “You smell really good”. You sighed, making him chuckle. “Can I ask you something? It’s quite stupid…”

“What is it?”

“Can you… I mean… Do you mind spending the night?”

“I wasn’t planning to go anywhere. But maybe you should go to bed. You need to rest”

“Lay down with me”, you said in a whisper, now looking into his eyes, trying to feel more confident and not doing a great job at it.

“Just lead the way”

Jaebum laid on his back, one arm behind his head, the other holding your middle while you rested your head in his chest. He was right, you should have called him earlier, and you would have if you knew this was going to be the outcome. But now you were just happy that he was with you, holding you, comforting you.

You woke up hours later, with Jaebum stroking your cheek gently.

“Hey. Sorry to wake you. It’s just I have to go to the studio today. I didn’t want to leave without letting you know.”

“What time is it?” you asked, still feeling too tired to even open your eyes.

“Almost 8. Just go back to sleep. And take care of yourself today. I’ll call you later to check on you, okay?”

“Okay”

Jaebum stayed there for a few more seconds, sitting by your side, his hand still on your face, a thumb caressing your cheek. You opened your eyes, to see him offering you a gentle smile. You touched his hand.

“Thank you for staying”

“Of course.” He leaned in to kiss your forehead again. “What if I take you to dinner tomorrow? I think it’s time for me to take you on a proper date.”

“I would love that”

And with a large smile, Jaebum left, while you slowly returned to the land of dreams.

[pepidefbummie]

Y’all this is freakin’ adorable I LOVE IT SO MUCH

[pepidefbummie]

Hiya! 👋🏼😸 Are requests open? If so, can I please have a GOT Jaebum scenario where he comes over his gf's house for dinner and then the, "Daddy, can you please pass the salt?" thing happens and her dad + JB both try to pick it up and pass it to her 😹 Please and thank you!! Love lots 💖💖💖💖

Hellooo yes, they’re technically(?) open but I can’t guarantee when I’ll be able to actually get down to writing this. It can take weeks and even months because I’m very very busy in school. I can accept this, but I’m not sure on when it will be posted, let alone written hehe 

[pepidefbummie]

COLD HEART WAS SO CUTE I LOVED IT SO MUCH

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH! <3

[pepidefbummie]

Fluffball [DAY6 Dowoon]

Pairing: Dowoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Dowoon and puppies? Sometimes you can't tell them apart, but one thing's for sure: Dowoon is your fluffball

Word count: 3,122

“Yah! Don’t lick my face!” Yoon Dowoon chuckles, lying on the floor as a brown puppy climbs all over him.

You giggle from your spot, carrying a similar puppy in your arms, “Mocha likes you, Dowoon. You should be honored. Mocha is very choosy.”

Dowoon manages to sit up, a smile on his lips, “Ok, then I love you too, Mocha.”

“What about Haneul and me?” Wonpil asks from the other side of the room, a white Pomeranian on his lap, “We make a cute couple.”

Jae teases, “No you don’t. Sungjin and the chow-chow make a couple.”

Wonpil sticks his tongue out, continuing to play with the dog. DAY6 were undoubtedly a popular band on the rise, but when they had free time, they’d choose to visit you at the dog café you worked at as a part-timer. You were technically a music major student who worked part-time for extra funds, and when one miraculous day when DAY6 dropped by, you were blown away. The six of you instantly became friends, and when they decided to relax at the dog café, you’d simply inform the owner and they’d close it off for DAY6.

Younghyun takes a few photos of the golden retriever by his side, “The next song we release should be about dogs.”

Sungjin laughs at the idea, “Puppy love? Like literally puppy love?”

“Well, it would be a refreshing if you guys tried writing something less angsty and heart-breaking.” you joke.

“It’s our expertise.” Younghyun counters with a wink.

Dowoon stands up, heading to the area with more dogs, “We should have an album dedicated to dogs. They are man’s best friends after all.”

You laugh and turn to Sungjin, “Don’t be surprised if Dowoon’s own dog ends up in your dorm tomorrow.”

“Then he’ll find his butt outside.” Sungjin smirks.

Dowoon protests like a baby, “I don’t deserve this treatment. Save me, Jae-hyung.”

Jae is busy taking a video of the dalmatian in front of him, “Maybe later, Drum.”

An hour later, the boys get ready to leave. Once the four older males are outside, putting their shoes on, Dowoon picks Mocha up one more time. “I’ll see you real soon, buddy.”

You giggle and take Mocha from the drummer, “Mocha will be waiting.”

Dowoon smiles at you, and your cheeks seem to flare up. With a grin, Dowoon raises his hand for a high-five, “I’ll see you around, y/n.”

You give him a high-five before chuckling, “See you, Drum.”

He jogs up to his bandmates who give him a rather mischievous smirk. Once the boys have left the building, you place Mocha back down and whisper to yourself, “He is cute, isn’t he, Mocha?”

The brown puppy barks at you before running around the room. You stand there, a huge grin on your face.

Back at the JYP building, the band is preoccupied with writing new songs. While seated on a cushion, Younghyun decides to tease the youngest, “Dowoon was ecstatic back there.”

Dowoon shakes his head, “I’m always happy, hyung.”

“Nuh-uh,” Jae joins in, “You were smiling like a lot.”

Wonpil’s smile is rather radiant as he puts an arm around Dowoon, “Of course he was! He was with y/n!”

Dowoon turns red like a tomato, “Hyung! Don’t be too loud!”

Sungjin raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “You didn’t deny it though.”

Dowoon shouts into a pillow, flustered. “Don’t tell her.” he pleads.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jae jokes, causing Sungjin to chuckle.

Younghyun smiles at the drummer, “He’s just kidding. We won’t.”

“But you have to admit,” Sungjin points out, “this is going to be fun to watch from the sidelines.”

“And suddenly my life’s a drama.” Dowoon jokes, prompting Jae to sing “Man in a Movie”.  

Leaning back on the chair, Younghyun’s face turns slightly more serious, “But do you really like her? As in like her?”

“Let’s just say,” Dowoon says slowly, making sure he chooses the right words, “Y/n is someone special to me.”

“Yup, he likes her.” Wonpil whispers rather loudly, earning a playful punch from his friend.

Sungjin smiles at this, “That’s nice, but this is a serious matter. You shouldn’t take relationships and girlfriends lightly.”

Dowoon nods, “I know. That’s why I don’t want to rush.”

“Look at our Dowoon.” Jae pretends to cry, “It was just yesterday that he was just a drum.”

“Hyung.” Dowoon laughs, causing the other members to laugh.

Ever since Dowoon laid eyes on you at the dog café, he knew there was something different about you. Maybe it was the way you smiled at the simplest things, or how your voice was like honey, or how you could make him laugh and feel at ease. Whatever the reason, Dowoon found himself drawn to you. There was never a dull moment with you – one moment, you guys are talking about the struggles of life, but the next, you guys are talking about how he nearly stepped on the dog poop in the room. He could enjoy even the simplest things – say eating ice cream together – when he was with you. But like his leader said, this was a serious thing. You were a student and he was a celebrity. Of course “dating” would be a tough commitment, which is why Dowoon, despite knowing he liked you, was perfectly content with being a friend to you. Who knows? Maybe fate would have other plans, but he left it alone for now.

You were at the cashier when the door to the café opened. “Welcome!” you beam, but upon seeing Dowoon at the doorway, you smile wider.

“Hey.” Dowoon waves.

“Hey.” you wave back, “The others aren’t here?”

Dowoon shakes his head, “Sungjin-hyung and Young K-hyung are back the company, Jae-hyung is visiting a friend, and Wonpil-hyung is visiting his family.”

“And you?” you chuckle.

“Day-off, so why not visit you?” Dowoon says happily, causing you to blush. Just a little.

“Ah, I see.” you smile, “Well, what do you want to drink while you stay with the dogs?”

“The usual.” Dowoon smiles before going inside the room with dogs.

A few minutes later, you join him with his iced coffee. After taking a sip, Dowoon gestures for you to sit next to him on the floor, “That dog looks new.”

You nod and grin, “Yeah. His name is Mochi. Mr. Ahn, the owner, adopted him just yesterday.”

“Ah,” Dowoon laughs as the said dog approaches his lap, “I like this one too.”

“Don’t forget about Mocha, though.” you giggle.

“Right!” Dowoon laughs, searching for the brown puppy. “There she is.”

He walks over to the brown puppy, picking her up. “Did you miss me?”

Mocha barks in response, causing the male to smile wider. You smile at the scene before you. Initially, your gaze was on the puppy, but somewhere along the line, you started to look at Dowoon. His eyes were always charming to you, and when he smiled, everything seemed better. Dowoon looked away from Mocha and caught you “staring” at him. “Is something wrong?” he asks, a bit clueless.

You nearly choke out of embarrassment and shake your head vigorously, “No, not at all! I just thought…you and Mocha are like a perfect pair.”

“Of course we are.” Dowoon laughs before returning to his spot next to you.

“How’s Tory?” you ask the male.

Dowoon smiles at the mention of his own dog, “Tory’s doing alright. She kind of misses seeing you though.”

You chuckle at this, “Yeah? The last time I saw her was literally a year ago at the park.”

“I’m sure she’s going to love seeing you again.” Dowoon chuckles.

You smile at the thought of seeing Tory after a while. You and Dowoon both sit there in a comfortable silence, but underneath it all, your heart wouldn’t stop beating loudly. What was with you today? You just hoped that Dowoon wouldn’t hear your loud heart. Little did you know that Dowoon was trying his best not to combust as well. This was his first time to visit the café without the other members, and seeing that he was alone with you, he couldn’t keep his heart calm. Gotta stay calm, buddy, he though to himself.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. He turns to you with a shy smile, “Y/n?”

You reply with a soft “hmm?”, so Dowoon continues, “I’m on day-off as well tomorrow. Wanna meet at the park when I take Tory out for a walk? That way you can see her again.”

And so that he can see you too.

You beam at his idea and clasp your hands in excitement, “Yeah, that sounds good! You still have my number, right?”

“Of course.” Dowoon smiles, immediately regretting how happy he sounded while saying that. What if you found it weird?

You didn’t though, and instead, you say, “You can text me when you’re at the park. I have a class until 2:00, but after that, I’m free.”

“Ok,” Dowoon high-fives you, “Tomorrow it is.”

It would be safe to say that when you got home that day, you were squealing like a grade-school child. You kicked your feet in the air and giggled in glee. You really couldn’t explain exactly why you were smiling so widely, but one thing was for sure: you were looking forward to tomorrow.

At the dorm, Dowoon fills his members on his plans. “Wow, Dowoon has a date.” Sungjin chuckles.

Dowoon blushes at the statement, “It’s not a date. I just offered so that Tory could see y/n again.”

“Really?” Jae smirks, “Or do you want to see y/n?”

“Pretty sure it’s both.” Younghyun winks.

Wonpil nods at the younger male, “It’s ok, Dowoon. We support you as long as you do it smartly.”

“Whatever, hyung.” Dowoon mumbles, cheeks suddenly redder than usual.

The next day, Dowoon waits for you at the park, seated on the grass while petting Tory. Right after your class, you find yourself hailing a cab and jogging up to the meeting place. When you spot Dowoon, you call out while jogging up to him. “Dowoon!”

Dowoon’s face lightens up upon seeing you. He waves you over, “Hey, y/n!”

You take a seat on the grass beside him, a big smile on your face. “There’s my baby!” you coo, carrying Tory onto your lap.

Dowoon chuckles, “How was your class?”

“Stressful.” you sigh, “Which is why this is like a refresher for me.”

“What is?” Dowoon asks rather oblivious.

You giggle and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “Going out here in the park, being outdoors with you and Tory.”

Dowoon prays that you don’t see the redness of his ears as his smile spreads, “Oh, I see. That’s good.”

As you run your fingers through Tory’s fur, you smile at the male beside you, “If I’m not working at the café, I’m at school attending my classes. And even after that, I spend time indoors because of the workload. I have to write and compose not just songs, but also papers and projects.”

“Yeah? I feel you.” Dowoon chuckles, “It’s really hectic in the studio, but the hyungs are fun to be with, so I end up enjoying and forgetting about how tired I am.”

“I’m glad you have them.” you chuckle, truly thankful for the bond that the boys share.

Dowoon playfully grins, “Hey, you have us too, you know? We always got your back!”

“I know.” you giggle, “Thank you.”

“I mean, I think the only time I’ll abandon you is if you beat me in League.” Dowoon teases.

“Yah,” you playfully push him, “You’re too good at League.”

“Exactly.” Dowoon chuckles, causing you to playfully stick your tongue out.

After a few more minutes of talking, Dowoon decides to let Tory run around, so he removes the leash and lets her roam freely. Dowoon takes your hand and pulls you up, “Come on, y/n. We need to exercise and stay active too!”

You groan in complaint, but Dowoon manages to pull you along with him. Soon, you’re both running around the field, chasing Tory. Laughter fills the park, and you haven’t smiled this wide in a long time. Dowoon, despite sweating and panting, feels like he’s in utopia as he laughs with you. Minutes later, you collapse onto the grass and laugh at the duo who are still running around. “Run, Tory!”

Dowoon picks up speed and laughs, “Not if I can help it!”

He manages to catch his pet, cradling her in his arms before dramatically falling onto the grass beside you. Tory escapes his grasp but doesn’t go too far, and before you know it, the two of them are rolling about on the ground. “Yah, Dowoon!” you laugh at the spectacle.

Dowoon laughs with you before sitting up. He has grass all over his hair, and you reach up to brush it off while giggling at his antics. Dowoon’s innocence and playfulness were some of the many things you found charming about him after all. Dowoon’s gaze focuses on your cheerful face as you remove the grass blades on his hair, a small smile forming on his own lips. Soon, you catch his gaze, but neither of you pull away. You feel your stomach twist into knots, and you end up grinning a bit too widely for your liking. “You’re such a dork.” you giggle. “Like pet, like owner.”

Dowoon blushes at your words, failing to conceal his own smile, “Thanks, I guess.”

Later that night, you lay in bed, replaying today’s events. Sitting on the grass while talking about whatnot? Check. Running around and having the time of your life with Tory? Check. Eating ice cream to cool down? Check. Trying to take aesthetic, Instagram-worthy photos at the park? Check. Staring into Dowoon’s eyes within a close proximity? Check check check. A red color flushes your cheeks as you remember the said scenario. Did you like Dowoon? Yes, maybe. But you knew from the beginning that having a crush on him would be farfetched. He was a celebrity, you were just a girl studying music. The pressure would be too harsh on both of you, so maybe you should just throw any thoughts of liking Dowoon out the window.

Yet here you were, still holding on to the slightest sliver of hope that Dowoon would return the feelings, and that things would work out between the two of you.

The next day, you were at the dog café once again, doing your duties. You were filling up the dogs’ food bowls when the bell by the door rang. You looked back to see Younghyun smiling at you. You smile back and finish up before going outside to the counter. “Hey Brian-hyung.” you joke.

Younghyun ruffles your hair, “Very funny, y/n.”

“What brings you here?” you ask.

Youngyun smiles, handing you a lavender envelope. “Someone chickened out and asked me to deliver this to you.”

You take the envelope, your head tilted curiously. “From…?”

“Who else?” Younghyun winks, “You’re both pretty dense.”

“Hey.” you pout, “We’re just being…careful.”

“So you know?” Younghyun raises an eyebrow.

You sigh, cheeks pink at the thought of it possibly being Dowoon. “I think I have an idea, but I’m not too sure.”

Younghyun gently smiles at you, “There’s no rush, y/n. Both of you can take your time.”

“Thank you.” you smile, a chuckle escaping your lips.

Younghyun waves before making his leave. You stare at the purple envelope; it has “Y/n” written at the front, complete with a cute puppy sticker. Smiling, you open it and find a letter inside. The letter read:

Hey, y/n. I had a lot of fun yesterday. I think it was the most fun I’ve had with anyone besides the hyungs. I know this may sound weird (pretty sure it is), but I enjoy the time I spend with you, even if it’s very short. I want to spend more time with you, if it’s ok. So, do you want to go to the park with me again, tomorrow? No Tory though, sorry. Just me and you.

- Dowoonie

You find yourself smiling from ear to ear. You check the envelope again and see a polaroid photo of Dowoon holding Tory. On the back of the polaroid, “I hope this made you smile” was written in pink ink. You end up giggling to yourself, touched at Dowoon’s little present. You quickly take your phone out from your pocket and dial his number. “Hello?” he responds.

“Dowoon you fluffball,” you start, “Thank you.”

“Ah. Do you like it?” he asks shyly, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.

You chuckle, “I love it.”

“So what do you say? Tomorrow?” Dowoon asks, a rather loud Jae in the background shouting something inaudible.

You giggle and clutch the envelope tighter, “Tomorrow.”

You find Dowoon at the usual spot the next day, preoccupied with typing something on his phone. You slowly approach him from behind before placing your hands over his eyes. “Yah, y/n, I know it’s you.”

“How do you know?” you fake a high-pitched voice.

Dowoon laughs, “I know how your perfume smells.”

“Have you become one with Tory?” you giggle before taking a seat next to him.

“Are you saying I’m a dog?” Dowoon pretends to look shocked.

You giggle, pinching his cheek, “You do remind me of a puppy from time to time.”

“Fair enough.” Dowoon laughs.

“What did you want to do today, Mr. Yoon?” you chuckle.

“Nothing much.” he admits, “I just wanted to see you.”

A flustered smile forms on your lips as you look down on the grass, “I must say, the letter you asked Younghyun-oppa to deliver really made my day.”

Dowoon laughs, “I learned from the best.”

“Sungjin-oppa? Jae-oppa?” you guess.

“Younghyun-hyung.” Dowoon winks.

You giggle at the revelation, finding it endearing that Dowoon approached Younghyun for help. “What’s first on your agenda?” you chuckle.

Dowoon playfully wiggles his eyebrows, “Younghyun-hyung also told me that you have a really nice voice.”

You end up laughing at his statement, “I don’t know about that.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Dowoon laughs.

He gathers the courage and lays his head on your lap, smiling up at you. “Will you sing for me?”

Initially surprised at his action, you end up softly smiling at the male. “Ok.”

You start to softly sing one of their songs while gently running your fingers through his soft locks. Dowoon closes his eyes in satisfaction, a happy smile on his lips. You temporarily stop singing to tease him, “You really are like a puppy.”

Dowoon opens one eye and laughs, “At least puppies are cute, right?”

“Yes,” you giggle, “my fluffball.”

[pepidefbummie]

Ahhhhh the jaebum doctor scenario was so cute! normally I can't relate to all these alternate reality ones but this was cute. the dialogue was superrrrrrrr soft.

You just put a smile on my face, anon! I spent a while writing it and making sure it was good, so THANK YOU SO MUCH, and I’m glad you liked it! :)