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Cheeky | Park Jinyoung

Genre: humor, slightly suggestive (?)

Request: "I was wondering if I could request a story where y/n and jinyoung would go to hooters lol"

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“Did you really have to bring me here for lunch?” Jingyoung grumbles as shoves his food in his mouth, not bothering to lift his head up to look at you.

“Oh what’s wrong Jinyoungie? Do you not like it here? It seems like you're enjoying your food.” You ask with a smirk on your face, playfully nudging Jinyoung’s leg. A wonderful plan came to you last night when you told Jinyoung that you were going to treat him to lunch. Which is why the two of you are currently sitting at Hooters.

Ever since the two of you stepped inside the building, Jinyoung has refused to look at any of the workers. Which was fine because the workers haven't bothered with Jinyoung that much anyways. You know Jinyoung’s the type of guy that doesn’t like places like this, so it’s just fun for you to see him so worked up like this.

“Don't you want to look up from your plate sweetheart? I'm sure there's more interesting things to look up.”

“Y/n,” your name escapes from his mouth as Jinyoung grits his teeth, “I know what you’re trying to do, and I won't fall for one of your tricks.” Playing innocent you tell him that you don't know what he’s talking about. Before he could respond to you, your conversation was interrupted by your waitress, “Is everything okay over here? Everyone enjoying their food?” she asks, presently her pearly whites to you guys. You nudge Jinyoung with your foot, indicating to him that you want him to respond.

Being the respectful person that he is, Jinyoung still looks up to look her in her eyes (and only her eyes), ignoring the way that she’s leaning her body towards him, he curtly lets her know that you guys were doing fine. Laying a gentle hand on Jinyoung's response, the waitress says, “I’m glad, just let me know if you guys need anything else.” Glaring at her hand, you force a smile on your face, “You know, I think it’s time for the check.”

Finally facing you, the waitress gives you a smile that doesn’t reach as high as the one she gave Jinyoung, “Sure thing.” When she walks away, you try to act as if you weren't affected by her actions. There's a skeptical look on Jinyoung's face as he tries to decipher the look on yours. While he's doing that, a plan is formulating inside your head. Once the waitress comes back, immediately handing the check to Jinyoung, she squats down at the table, ensuring that she's showcasing her boobs. Putting you plan into action, you inch your foot towards Jinyoung, and as he continues to make some small talk with the waitress while paying the check, you inch your leg upwards on his legs. You feel a small victory as you see Jinyoung’s body stiffen,and when your leg starts getting a little too close for Jinyoung’s comfort, he grabs your leg underneath the table, warning you to stop your actions. Cheekily, you smile at him with bright eyes, and when the waitress returns with Jinyoung’s card and the receipt, you see what you think is her number on the receipt. Sweetly handing everything to Jinyoung, she lays her hand on him again and thanks him for the tip.

Having enough of her act, you calmly slam your hands down on the table causing her to jump and lift her hand from Jinyoung’s shoulder, “I think it’s time for us to go.” Taking Jinyoung’s hand into yours, you firmly grab him and lead him out the building and into your car. Slamming the car down, you quietly start the car.

With a smirk on his face, Jinyoung says, “Looks like someone got jealous back there.” Turning to look at him, instead of responding with words, you choose to respond with your actions; and you do that by grabbing Jinyoung by the back of neck and slamming his lips against yours. It takes a second for Jinyoung’s brain to grasp the situation, but when he does, he quickly starts to kiss you back.

When the two of you pull apart for air, a smirk is fixed on Jinyoung’s face once again, “Y’know, you’re hot when you’re jealous, maybe we should come here more often.”

“Shut up before I shut you up again.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

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Stray Kids Reaction to You Being Insecure About Having a Hairy Body

Genre: mentions of insecurity, fluff, romance, 

Request: “ Can you do skz reaction to their s/o being insecure of their hairy body? “

A/n: i’m finally back to writing! this is the first thing i’ve wrote in a while so i hope you guys enjoy it! and to the anon that sent in the request, thank you for submitting something, i hope you like it!

Chan

The two of you were cuddling in bed watching anime on Chan’s laptop with Chan’s thumb slowly rubbing your forearm. You couldn’t help but ask him, “Aren’t you bothered by it?” Pausing the show, he turns to face you, confusion on his face, “Bothered by what, love?”

“The hair on my arms.” Sitting up, Chan turns your body to face him. “Y/n, of course it doesn’t bother me. Does it bother you?”

“Of course it does Chan. I look out there in the world and all the pretty people have smooth, silky skin; and I want to be as pretty as them, but every time I shave or wax, the hair just goes back within two days. It’s disgusting.”

“Look at me, Y/n. Do not compare yourself to others out there. You are not like them and they are not like you. That’s what makes you so special, and that’s why I love you and not them.” Gently grabbing your arm, Chan brings it up to his face and plants a kiss on it. “You are not disgusting, You are beautiful.” 

“I don’t feel beautiful though.” 

“Then I’ll do everything that I can to convince you that you are the most beautiful human being in the world, and that starts with giving you the best cuddles in the world.” Chan immediately wraps his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze, causing you to bust out in a fit of giggles. 

Minho

The two of you would be at the store together and when you separate to grab your own things, agreeing to meet up at the middle of the store. You head straight towards the hair removal section, grabbing a bunch of waxing products. Your body hair grew fast every time you waxed, so you often have to by waxing materials, but you don't mind because you’d rather use that effort instead of being hairy all the time. When the two of you eventually meet up, he looks at all the products in your arms and without saying anything, takes them from you, not to put them in the cart, but off to the side on a random shelf. Turning back to you he says, “Don’t waste our money on stuff like that. I’ve told you millions of time, I like your body hair. You may hate it but it’s what makes you you, and you know I love every part of you, even the parts that you hate.”

“It’s not a waste of money if I’m putting them to use Minho.” Making an attempt to grab the items again, Minho stops you, “Before I let you grab these things, I want you to know that it’s okay for you to have body hair, so don’t be stupid and try to do all this extra stuff because society says that you have to.”

“Okay, “mom,” but all these words still wont stop me waxing, you know.”

Playfully rolling his eyes at you, Minho responds, “I know, but just know that I love every single strand of hair on your body. It’s just a shame that you hate them so much.”

“Every strand?”

“Every. single. strand.” 

Changbin

It was date night for you and Changbin, and the two of you picked out a nice restaurant to go to. You decided to wear something that revealed your back a bit, despite your insecurity about your back hair, but Changbin had encouraged you to wear the top tonight, making you a bit confident in wearing it. However as the dinner had gone on, you started to regret wearing the top as you couldn’t help but hear the whispers of the teenage girls sitting behind you. 

“Look there’s a bear in the restaurant.”

“Who would want to go out with a hairy beast like that?” 

Tears began to form in your eyes, but before you could excuse yourself to the restaurant, Changbin spoke up, “If you two children don't mind, my date and I are trying to have a nice night, but we can’t if the two of you don’t stop being hateful creatures.” In an attempt to stop him, you call out, “Changbin-”

“No, I’m not going to sit hear and listen to them talk about you like this. Since the two you brats didn’t know, it took a lot of effort trying to convince Y/n to wear this outfit out even though I know that they look beautiful in it. However, they don’t see you the way that I do, and I just want them to know that I’ll love all of their insecurities no matter what.” Reaching across the table, taking your hand into his, Changbin suggests the two of you leave the restaurant, and later on that night, whilst the two of you are cuddling in bed, you make sure to give Changbin all the kisses in the world to let him know that you appreciate his kind words. 

Hyunjin

You were laying down on the couch when a heavy weight plopped itself on top of you. “Give me attention,” said weight pleaded. Chuckling to yourself, you slowly run your fingers through his newly cut hair. “You’re so needy.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The two of you lay on the couch in comfortable silence. You’re too focused on hoping that Hyunjin can't hear how fast he makes your heart beat, while Hyunjin slowly rubs his feet against your legs. Lifting his head up from your chest, he looks up at you and says, “You know, I think it’s cute.” Unsure of what Hyunjin is talking about, you ask what he’s going on about. “I think it’s cute that you’re a little hairy, it’s like you’re a little dog.”

“Hyunjin!” You push him off your body, embarrassed that he would say something like that. Frantically waving his hands, Hyunjin quickly adds, “Wait, wait, I meant that in a good way. I like that you’re comfortable with your body.” Bending your legs to your chest, you let out softly that you weren’t comfortable at all with your body hair, and that it made you feel ugly. From his position on the ground, Hyunjin kneels in front of you, bringing a hand up to your face to make you look at him. “Listen to me, Y/n. You are not ugly, you understand that? You are the most beautiful human being on this planet. So what if your legs are hairy? They are a part of what makes you beautiful. I’ll remind you of that everyday if I have to.” 

“You know I love you, right?”

“Of course I do, and I love you too, my little chihuahua.” Let’s just say you did not hesitate to grab the pillow next to you and wack Hyunjin upside the head.

Jisung

You and Jisung are planning to go out to the park in the middle of the summer. Jisung’s already sitting on the couch waiting for you to get ready when you finally come out. Hearing the sounds of your footsteps, he looks up from his phone and can’t help but question your choice of outfit. “Uh babe? Are you sure you want be wearing a hoodie and jeans? It’s like 98 degrees outside.”

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine in this. I just forgot to shave my arms and legs the other day. I’ll be fine.” Getting up from his spot, Jisung approaches you, slowly raising his arms and then suddenly squishing your face in his hands. “I know that this is something you’re insecure about, but having body hair is normal. No one is going to judge you for having hair on your body, and if they do, then they suck. So please go and put on something that more suited for the weather because I don't want us going to the hospital because of you having a heat stroke.” 

“But-”Jisung could sense the nervousness in your voice. “You know what? It’s too hot outside. Why don't we stay in and watch some videos today? That way you can wear something more comfortable without having to worry about other things.”

Knowing that there was no way you could change Jisung’s made about staying in, you say to him with a smile on your face, “That’s sounds like a perfect plan.”

Felix

You and Felix finally had a shared day off, so the two of you decided to go swimming out by the lake. The drive up to the lake you and Felix were singing at the top of your lungs, happily enjoying the ride. When the two you finally arrived at the lake, you guys immediately ran to the body of water. While Felix’s first move was to strip off his shirt, having already wearing his swim trunks; you were hesitant to take off your top. Noticing your hesitation, Felix asks you, “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

Fumbling with the bottom of your shirt, “Nothing, I just think I’m going to keep my shirt on.” You were insecure about the little hairs on your stomach and didn’t want Felix seeing them, so you planned on keeping your shirt on while swimming, even though you hated the feeling of wet clothes. 

Walking up to you, Felix takes your hand into his, “Y/n, we’ve talked about this. I don't care if you have hair on your stomach. It’s not something that’s weird, it’s natural. If you really want to keep your shirt on then I won’t push it any further, but I just want you to know that it’s okay.” Carefully listening to Felix,  you find comfort in Felix’s word. Taking a moment to think, you let your hand slip out of Felix’s and slowly take off your shirt. “You’re right, it’s something that’s natural, and it’s a part of me that I need to start loving.” 

Seungmin

Seeing that the light in your bathroom is on and the door is open, Seungmin peeks his head through the door, to find you intensely looking at yourself in the mirror. Walking up behind you, Seungmin wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. “Hey bub, whatcha doing?”

“Oh hey Seungmin, I was just thinking.” 

“A penny for your thoughts?” You contemplate whether telling Seungmin your true thoughts or telling him a lie, but the relationship that the two of you had didn’t involve lies, so you chose the former.

“I was thinking how all my body hair makes me look weird.” Separating his body from yours, Seungmin spins you around, making sure that you’re looking him in the eyes. “Y/n, your body hair does not make you look weird.”

“Yes it does. I’m like a bear with all this hair.”

Clicking his tongue at your nonsense, Seungmin rolls his eyes at you, “Okay if your body hair makes you look weird, then my braces make me look weird. Y/n, we all have traits that we don’t like, but none of them make us weird, they make us who we are.” Gently brushing off Seungmin’s grip on you, you tell him that it wasn’t the same thing. “Bub, I know, but I’m just trying to let you know that these details don’t matter and it wont make me like you any less. You are perfectly perfect just the way you are.”

Jeongin

Your date with Jeongin has finally ended. The two of you went out to get dinner and watch the new horror film at the movie theater. Now Jeongin is walking you to your front door. As the two of you stand in front of your door, not really wanting to say goodnight to one another, you let him know that you had a fun night. “I really liked the movie tonight.”

“Oh yeah? I really liked it when you jumped in fright and threw our popcorn at the couple sitting behind us.” Embarrassed, you playfully push him, “Shut up.” A comfortable silence falls between the two of you as you realize that it was time to say goodbye. “Well, I guess I should head back home,” Jeongin says. “Yeah…” Jeongin had slowly started getting closer to you, coming in for his usual goodbye kiss, but you suddenly remembered something, causing you to take a step back. 

“Uh, is there something wrong?” 

“No, no. It’s just that…” You found it hard to really explain to Jeongin your situation, but you knew he wouldn’t be the one to judge. “I forgot to wax my upper lip, so it’s a little bit...hairy.” A giggle escapes from Jeongin’s lips, and you can't help but feel ashamed.

“Silly goose, I don't care about that, and really, you shouldn’t either.” Gently lifting your chin up, Jeongin presses a soft kiss on your lips. “You could be as hairy as a dog or bald as a bald eagle, and I would still like you.”

“You do know that bald eagles aren’t bald, right?”

“Oh tomato, tomahto.”

Pressing a hand against Jeongin’s chest, stopping before he can say anything else, “Jeongin, no.”

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hi guys

so it’s definitely been awhile since ive last been on here and posted something but im going to be honest and say that i was having a rough period of time in the beginning of the year and i lost sense of who i was. but i can definitely say that i am doing much better now.

within my hiatus i havent written anything new. i tried to but i seemed to have lost motivation, but now that i feel a lot better, i am going to try to get back to writing again.

as for the skz frat series, i will be putting the series on hold for now since i had originally came up with the series during my bad period BUT i do plan on finishing it, just not anytime soon.

i currently have two ideas that i want to write, but i dont want to push myself as i am also in school. i am thinking about opening up requests for headcannons, oneshots and scenarios to help get me back into writing, so be on the look out for any posts about that!

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Stray Kids Fraternity | Han Jisung

Word count: 5,073

Genre & warnings: mentions of alcohol, cheating, cuss words, friends to lovers

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        The last thing you wanted was to see your crappy ex, Younghoon, tonight. All you wanted was to let loose and have some fun, but no, his presence alone has ruined your night. You thought that when Chan, the president of the frat house next door, invited you to their party that you were going to have fun and get drunk, but instead of having fun, you’re just slightly buzzed and wallowing in self-pity.

        Honestly, there wasn’t even any reason for you to be like this. You were the one who broke up with him, but then again, he did break your heart by cheating on you with some random girl. However, seeing him with some other girl all over him made you so upset, that any part of you having fun that night was thrown out the window.

        Deciding that you needed another drink, you go into the kitchen to see what’s available. Too busy observing your options, you fail to notice Changbin walking up to you, “Hey there, looking for anything in particular?”

        “Something to make me forget?”

        Cocking an eyebrow at you, he asks you, “Rough day?”

        “Something like that.”

        “Don’t worry, I got just the right thing for you.” As Changbin makes this concoction for you, you watch as some random people play beer pong. You realize now that two of them are Jisung and Hyunjin, two guys that are part of the fraternity.

        “Here,” Changbin says as he hands you your cup. Taking a sip, you choke from the burn of your throat, “Gosh, Changbin, what the hell is in this?”

        “Uh, a little bit of everything?” Shrugging, you take another sip and let Changbin lead you back to the rest of the party. The two of you settle in a little nook, watching Jisung and Hyunjin win at beer pong.

        “Whoo! Another win for the boys!” Jisung cheers, “Who’s up for another round?”

        Shaking his head, Hyunjin backs away from Jisung, “I’m at my limit dude, I’m tapping out.”

        “But who’s gonna play with me now?” Jisung asks with a pout on his face. Eyes searching the room, Jisung spots Changbin, and a grin forms on his face, “Hyung!” Cutting in before Jisung can attempt to rope him in a match, Changbin says, “I’m not playing, Jisung.” Another pout forms on his face.

        Deciding to step out of your comfort zone, you volunteer yourself, “I’ll play.” This causes for the two men to look at you. “Well, well, look who’s stepping out of their comfort zone.”

        Rolling your eyes at Jisung, you playfully push him, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” IT wasn’t like Jisung was a stranger to you. You have been invited over to their frat house plenty of times, and were well acquainted with everyone in the frat, heck, you could even call them your friends. Well after the large argument between you and Younghoon the night of your breakup, most of the guys, including Jisung, happened to hear everything, so you definitely could say that they knew a lot about you. Looking at the cups set up on the table, you ask, “Who’re we going against?”

        “Us.” You and Jisung both turn towards the sound of the voice, and your blood runs cold when you see that it’s Younghoon and that chick from earlier.  Sensing the tension between you and Younghoon, Jisung says, “Let’s get this thing started then.”

        You couldn’t say that you were the best at beer pong, but luckily for you, Jisung was. What annoyed you the most throughout the game however, was that every time Younghoon made a shot, the girl he was with would throw herself all over him. Honestly, it made you want to barf. Fortunately, Jisung’s presence made things a little bit better.

        As the game nears to the end, both sides are left with one cup each. It’s your turn to make the shot, and all you want to do is wipe the smirk off that jackass’ face. So with all your determination, you toss the ping pong ball and watch as it makes it way to the other side of the table. When the ball hits the rim of the cup, you hold your breath, and when it lands inside the cup, your breath is knocked out of you when Jisung lifts you up into a bone crushing hug. “Oh hell yeah! That’s my Y/n! Yo Hyunjin, I don’t need you anymore. Y/n’s my new beer pong partner now.”

        Although Younghoon’s presence may have ruined a part of your life, you could say that being around Jisung made it a bit better, or maybe it was just all the alcohol you managed consume. Either way, you enjoyed living next door to a frat house.

        The next time the frat boys throws a party is a month later, and of course you show up, but this time you brought your friend Yeji. However, you’re starting to think that was a mistake because she made you dress up this time. Last time you had just shown up in jeans and a nice shirt, but this time she was making you go all out. “C’mon Y/n, you told me that last time you saw Younghoon. Don’t you want to make him regret cheating on you?”

        Sitting on your bed, you ponder her question. You don’t dress up often, but you guessed it couldn’t hurt to do so this one time, and if Younghoon happened to be at tonight’s party and he happens to se you then so be it. Getting up, you make it known to Yeji that you weren’t letting her dress you up because of a stupid boy, but because you wanted to look good and confident. Your response causes for her to clap in excitement and then she drags you into your closet to begin the process.

        Once the two of you arrive next door, you are greeted by Jisung, “Oh hey Yeji, hey Y/n,” quickly observing your look, “You look different Y/n.” Cutting you off before you could say anything, Yeji excitedly asks, “Don’t they look hot?”

        Squirming underneath Jisung’s gaze, your eyes widen when he says, “Yeah, they do.” Motioning towards the kitchen, “Can I get you guys anything to drink?”

        The two of you let Jisung lead you towards the kitchen, where you see Younghoon and a different girl from last time conversing by the kitchen counter. Ignoring Younghoon’s gaze, you stand in front of all drinks, pondering your options. Sliding behind you, Jisung gently wraps an arm around your waist to get to the other side of you, where he grabs a beer for himself and picks up another to see if you wanted one. Gladly accepting the offer, you take a swig of it, disliking the taste, but drinking it anyways.

        You realize that Jisung is talking to you, but with the heavy bass of the music and the loud voices of people, you’re unable to understand anything that he’s saying. Realizing that you couldn’t hear him, Jisung steps closer to you and talks into your ear, “You up for being my partner at beer pong again?” Honestly, you weren’t really in the mood for too much drinking tonight, but you just realized the Yeji has already left your side and you’re really starting to hate the feeling of Younghoon’s gaze on you, so you pull back from Jisung and offer your hand to him, saying to him, “Lead the way.” He happily takes your hand and leads you to the table.

        The two of you only play one game together, but you still have fun because you loved the look on Chan’s and Changbin’s face as you and Jisung won. Fortunately for you, the two men sucked at beer pong, so you didn’t have to drink much, and even when they did manage to land a ball in one of your cups, Jisung had offered to take the drink; saying something along the lines of him being too thirsty. Silently you had thanked him.

        Hours go by when you and Yeji finally meet up again, and she’s on the verge of passing out. Deciding that you should bring her back to your place, you take your leave, but before you could go, Jisung catches you and tells you that he’ll walk the two of you back to you place, saying that he needed a bit of fresh air.

        The short walk back to your place is filled with comfortable silence, sans the noise from the party. Having Jisung help you with the door, you throw a passed out Yeji onto you couch, turning to Jisung you thank him for the help and for making the night fun for you.

        Waving you off, he says, “Nah, there’s no need to thank me, I didn’t do much anyways. Plus, I like having you around, so of course I gotta make it seem like us frat guys are fun.” He sends you a wink as you chuckle at him. Walking Jisung to your door, you bid him a good night, with a small smile on he face, he looks you in the eyes, “Good night Y/n.”

        The next time you see Jisung isn’t at one of their frat parties, it’s actually during an unexpected situation.

        It’s Tuesday morning when you decide that it’s too early in the morning for there to be someone ringing your doorbell. Checking through the peephole to see who the unwanted guest, you roll your eyes when you see Jisung. Opening up the door, the first thing Jisung says is, “So like here’s the thing, our water pipes are busted and I really need to take a shower. Can I use yours?” You contemplate for a moment on whether you should shut the door on Jisung’s face or not, but choosing to ignore the devil on your shoulder, you open the door widely, allowing room for Jisung to enter your house.

        As Jisung uses your shower, you take the opportunity to make the two of you breakfast. Humming and dancing around as you get everything set up. While you were busy flipping the pancakes, your doorbell rings once again, but before you could go see who it was, you hear Jisung call out, “I’ll get it!”

        When Jisung opens up the door he isn’t expecting to see your ex on the other side. Confused, Younghoon gives Jisung a once over and asks, “Is Y/n here?”

Crossing his arms across his chest, Jisung leans against the doorway, “They’re a bit busy right now.”

        Annoyed by his response, Younghoon says, “Well could you tell them that I’m here and that I need to talk to them right now?”

        Rubbing his fingers on his chin, seeming as if he was giving your ex’s request a thought, Jisung replies, “I could…but I won’t.” With the being said, Jisung makes an attempt to shut the door on your Younghoon’s face, but he slams his hand against the door and says, while gritting his teeth, “Look here you piece of-“

        “Jisung? Who’s at the door?” you ask from behind Jisung.

        “It’s no one.”

        “It’s Younghoon.” Both men say at the same time.

        Pushing Jisung aside, you widen the door to see your ex. “What do you want?” you ask him in an uninterested tone.

        “I wanted to come and talk to you, Y/n.”

        “Well then talk.” He looks over at Jisung, who’s been hovering over your shoulder glaring at him. “In private.”

        “Whatever you have to say to me can be said in front of Jisung and if that bothers you then you can just head on home and not talk to me ever again.”

        Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he brings to say, “I wanna get back together, Y/n. What I did was mistake-“ You stop him mid-sentence by raising your hand in the air, “Let me stop you right there Younghoon. If that’s what you came all the way down here for then I’m sorry, but I have no intentions of getting back together with you. If that is all, then enjoy your day, goodbye Younghoon, for good.” Closing the door, your lean against it, eyes shut, taking a moment to process everything. You even managed to forget about a certain frat boy’s presence.

        “I’m proud of you Y/n.” Opening your eyes, you turn to glare at Jisung, “Did you really have to answer my door like that?” you motion to his body. Looking down at his own body, Jisung says to you, “What’s wrong with this?”

        “Jisung, you’re literally only in a towel right now.” Said towel was the only thing covering Jisung and it was hanging low on his hips. “And your chest is still wet, it’s like you didn’t even bother to dry up.”

        “Hey, don’t act like you aren’t enjoying the view right now. You better take it all in because not everyone gets to see this. Plus, I’m sure your ex is making up all kinds of situations as to why I’m like this in your house.” Jisung does ridiculous poses to show off his physique.

        Sighing and making your way back to your kitchen, you say to him, “The last thing I need right now is for him to think that we’re together or whatever.” Jisung follows you into the kitchen, “Hey what’s wrong with thinking that we’re together?”

        “Lots of things are wrong with thinking that. Now go and put on some real clothes so we can eat breakfast together.” You shoo him towards the bathroom as you set up your breakfast plates.

        When Jisung returns, this time in actually clothing, he sits down at the kitchen island in front of his plate and says, “You know, this is a pretty domestic scene: you making breakfast for the two of us while I get ready in the morning. I think I can get used to this.”

        Jisung’s unnecessary comment makes a slight blush form on your face, causing for you to mumble to him, “Shut up and eat your pancakes.” You choose to ignore the smug look on his face as you stuff yours with pancakes.

        The next morning, Jisung is knocking at your door once again, and when you open it up, he asks to use your shower again. Playing the nice neighbor, you let him inside, asking him when their pipes will be fixed as he makes his way to your bathroom. “Uh I don’t know. They say it may take a week or two, or something like that.”

        “I like the body wash that you use by the way. It smells good.” Jisung comes out from the hallway, towel drying his hair. This time he has pants on, but just like yesterday, he’s wet and shirtless. Taking a seat by the kitchen island, he watches as you maneuver around the kitchen.

        “And why exactly did you use my body wash?” Being a good host, you place a piece of toast with avocado on a plate and slide it towards Jisung. He happily accepts it, take a bite, and answers your question, mouth still full of food, “I forgot to bring mine with me.”

        “So what’re you up to today?” He waits for your answer as he chugs down the glass of water. You proceed to tell him that you didn’t have class that day, so you were going to

        Because of the damage to the water pipes at the frat house, Jisung continues to come over to your house to use the shower for the rest of the week. In the short span of time that he’s constantly been over to your house, he’s inserted himself in your daily routine. If you were to be honest with yourself, you liked the change that he brought into your life. He’s managed to figure out your schedule; knows when it’s a good time to come over and stays a little bit afterwards to hang out and talk to you. Sometimes in the mornings, you’ll make breakfast for the both of you, whether it be a bowl of cereal or waffles. Though he still likes to parade around your house wet and shirtless, which you do your best to ignore, but that’s kind of hard when Jisung’s abs look the way they do.

        There are even times when he doesn’t need to shower, but he’ll show up at your house anyway. You’re not too sure if you like the fact that the two of you have become so comfortable with one another over the span of a week.

        One morning you had woken up earlier than usually and decided to go out and sit on your front porch, mug in hand. Taking in the beauty of the natural world, you hear the sound of a door closing. Turning, you see Minho, a mug also in his hand, still dressed in his pajamas. “Hey neighbor,” he raises up his mug to greet you.

        Smiling and doing the same, you say, “Good morning Minho. Early morning?”

        “Nah, I’m always up this early. There’s something about the fresh morning air that gets me going. The question is: why are you up this morning?” Leaning across the porch railing, he takes a sip from his mug.

        “Couldn’t go back to sleep, so I thought I’d go out here and enjoy all of this.” The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, embracing the morning air.

        Suddenly, a question pops into your brain, catching Minho’s attention, you ask him, “Hey, where are you and the others washing up if your place’s pipes are broken?” Confused, Minho cocks an eyebrow at you, “What’re you talking about? Our pipes were fixed hours after they were broken.”

        This was news to you, “What did you just say?” Getting up from your porch swing, “Did you just say that they were fixed?”

        Nodding his head, “I did.”

        “That son of a bitch,” you muttered to yourself. The new information changed your perspective on everything. Essentially, Jisung had been freeloading off of you for this entire week, and for what? You didn’t know. All you knew was that Jisung had been increasing your water bill for no reason at all, and that you were going to murder him.

        “Minho, why the hell has Jisung been coming over to my house to take showers if your pipes have been fixed for a week now?”

        Shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly, “I don’t know, maybe it has to do with the fact that your house has you in it and ours doesn’t?”

        His response wasn’t the answer that you were expecting. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

        Separating himself from the railing, he goes on to say, “I think you’re a smart person, Y/n. Figure it out.” Giving you one last smirk, he turns and goes back into the house, leaving you standing outside on your porch looking like an idiot.

        It’s been two hours since your conversation with Minho, and you still can’t get over the fact that Jisung has been lying to you this entire time. Looking at the time on your phone, you see that Jisung should be coming over sometime soon. Once he knocked on your doors, you were determined to get an answer out of him.

        Five minutes later the sound of knocking can be heard. Getting up from your spot on the couch, you make your way to the door. The sight in front of your eyes as you open the door is Jisung with a bright smile on his face. Seeing his face, you scoff as you walk away from the door. Shutting the door, Jisung says, “Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

        “Actually, I woke up feeling great, that is until I had a little talk with Minho and found out something interesting. Do you want to know what it was?” From the tone of you voice, Jisung had a slight feeling of where this conversation was going. “You talked to Minho hyung? What did you find out?”

        “Oh nothing major, just the fact that your pipes have been fixed for a week now.” Jisung avoids your gaze as he thinks of a way to explain the situation to you. “So you see..” His sentence falters.

        “Go on.”

        Sighing, “Look, I could go on and come up some ridiculous excuse as to why I continued your shower, but I’m sure you wouldn’t like that, so here’s the truth: I like spending time with you, Y/n. After the first morning where you made me pancakes, I thought it was the best way for us hang out and get to know each other. At first I just thought of you as our cute neighbor, and then I saw you with Younghoon at one of our parties, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you. So yeah, you piqued my interest, and I used the situation to my advantage. I’m sorry for not telling you the truth.”

        His confession was unexpected to you, but it explains what Minho had meant earlier. You were completely speechless; you didn’t know what to say to Jisung. All the anger that you had previously held disappeared and was replaced by a feeling that you couldn’t describe. Too many thoughts ran through your head, and Jisung could sense it, something that you hated because he always knew your silent cues.

        “This is probably too much for you to process this early in the morning, but I just want you to know that you don’t have to reciprocate my feelings or whatever. I just hope that this doesn’t make things awkward between us because like I said, I like hanging out with you, and so do the other guys in the hous, and if you want, I’ll reimburse you the cost for your water bill, just let me know how much it’ll be.” Looking back at the door, he says, “I guess I should go, huh?” till processing the scene, you nod, and without another word Jisung leaves your house.

        It’s been a week since you discovered the news about the pipes and Jisung’s feelings, and you’ve managed to avoid seeing any of the frat guys. You didn’t want to ignore them, maybe Jisung, but you just wanted time to process everything, including your feelings for Jisung.

        Of course you liked Jisung, he had a great personality, was a funny guy and he was easy on the eyes, but did you romantically like him? That you weren’t sure about. So you tried to think about all the small things that Jisung and even tried to imagine the two of you together.

        You had a love/hate relationship with the fact that he could easily read you. You liked it because it meant that you didn’t have to voice things out but hated it because you weren’t sure how he was able to read you. You also liked the fact that things were easy with him because you knew that it was sometimes hard for you to open to people, but with him you didn’t have a problem with it at all. When it came to you thinking of romantic scenarios with him, you weren’t disgusted by the thought of him taking you out on dates, or the two of you cuddling.

        Confiding in your best friend, Yeji, you tell her everything, in hopes of her helping you clear your muddy thoughts. “Bestie, it sounds like to me that you like Jisung.”

        “Does it?”

        Tsking in disapproval, she asks you, “Now why do you sound disappointed Y/n?”

        “It’s just that the last time I liked a guy and was in a relationship with hi, he cheated on me, and I just don’t want to get hurt like that again.” Ever since Younghoon you were too scared to get back into the dating scene, and you hate him for ruining things for you.

        “Look, I know you’re scared, but you really like Jisung, don’t you?”

        You were afraid to admit it to yourself, but you did. “I do, Yeji.”

        “Then be with him. For that week that he was constantly in your life, I saw a new side to you. I could tell that you were happier, and that’s all I want for you; to be happy.” At times like this, you were really glad that Yeji was your best friend. You don’t know where you’d be without her.

        “You’re right. I should tell him how I feel. The guys are going to have a party tonight, so I’ll go over and talk to him.”

        “Oh my gosh, I’m so happy for you, Y/n. Oh and just remember that if he hurts you in any way that I’ll happily beat him up for you.” Laughing, you knew that she was serious as she had managed to land a punch on Younghoon’s face when she found out that he cheated on you. “I love you Yeji.”

        “I love you too, now go get your mans.”

        Later on that day when you entered the frat house, you were determined to proceed with your mission. You walk around the house looking for a particular person. As you wander through the house, you see familiar faces that you haven’t seen in a while. Chan catches your eyes as he DJs and gives you that famous smile of his. You spot a drunk Felix clinging onto Jeongin on the couch. You knew that you were stalling yourself from what you were aiming to do tonight, and with the look that Minho was giving you, he could tell to. Mouthing the words, “Just go for it,” you use his words as encouragement and make your way out to the backyard.

        Chan had made it a rule that beer pong was to now only be played outside since the last party resulted in a broken table and a lot up napkins. You kind of appreciated the new rule because it gave you a lot more air to breathe. Shutting the door that led to the backyard, you spot a familiar figure in the middle of a winning game. Not wanting to disturb, what he calls “vibe”, you watch as Hyunjin makes the opponents chug their last cup. Celebrating their win, Jisung and Hyunjin bump their chests together, ‘what a bunch of barbarians,’ you thought to yourself. Your presence doesn’t go unnoticed once the two boys pull away and Hyunjin spots you. Catching Jisung’s attention, he motions towards you, and for the first time that night, the two of you lock eyes.

        Using this as your chance to talk to him, the two of you walk towards one another, meeting up in the middle. Unable to look Jisung in the eyes, you focus on the red cup in his hand. “There’s something I want to say to you.” Not saying anything to you in response, Jisung pulls you towards a quieter area, which happened to where a swing set was located.

        By the look on your face, Jisung could tell that you were questioning it, “Felix wanted a swing set, and what Felix wants, Felix gets.” Finding the reason quite reasonable you nod your head, and take a seat on the swing, Jisung following in suit.

        Gathering your thoughts, you focus on the ground, “Jisung-“

        “Y/n-“ The two of you say each other’s name at the same time, awkwardly laughing it off. Jisung motions for you to go first.

        Taking a deep breathe, you decide to just tell him the truth, “So I’ve been thinking about everything for the past week, and at first I was just unsure about things, unsure about my feelings for you. Ever since Younghoon and I broke up, I’ve been too scared to get back into a relationship with anyone, fearing that I’m just going to get hurt again. And about a week ago, I had only saw you as a friend, but as I managed to collect my thoughts, I think it’s safe to say that I like you, Jisung.”

        Being that one of his skills was to read you, Jisung could tell that it took you a lot to admit this too him, especially the part of your fear. “Y/n, I promise you that I would never do anything to hurt you. I want to be the reason for your happiness, not your tears. The hyungs would kill me if I ever hurt someone like you. Also, you think?”

        Shaking your head, “I know that I like you. I also know that I can trust you.” Eyes still on the ground, you hear the sounds of chains rubbing against each other, and you realize that Jisung is now facing you. Softly placing a hand on your hand that was holding onto the chain, he maneuvers you to face him. With his other hand, he places it below your chin, making you lift your head and look him in the eyes, “I think I like this shy side of you.”

        “You think?” You ask, repeating his previous question.

        Chuckling, he responds, “I know. I also know that I really want to kiss you right now, so Y/n, can I kiss you right now?” Nodding your head, you lean forward towards Jisung. The kiss is short and sweet, and when the two of you pull apart, you hear familiar voices cheer aloud. Turning your heads, you and Jisung realize that you guys had an audience. Too embarrassed you lean forwards and bury your face into Jisung’s chest, something that you didn’t realize you wanted to do until now.

        One morning, months after you and Jisung have gotten together, while you were over at the frat house, in the middle of eating breakfast with the boys, Jeongin had ask Jisung, “So in your mind, you thought that by parading around Y/n’s house with nothing but a towel, that they would suddenly be interested in you?”

        Shamelessly Jisung responds, “Uh, yeah, and it worked, didn’t it babe?”

        Smacking Jisung in the face, you say to him, “You idiot, although I did enjoy the view, your abs aren’t the reason why I like you, but now that I’m thinking about it, they may be the reason why I stayed.” The other guys laugh at your response as Jisung pouts at you. Kissing his pout away, you reassure him that you like everything about him, “Plus I’m your beer pong partner, who else is going to drink everything for me?”

A/n: my fav part while writing this was the first morning Jisung came over, it’s what inspired me to come up with the skz frat series

what do you guys think of the series so far? id love to hear your thoughts & opinions as feedback is always welcomed!

I have a tag list for this series, so pls let me know if you would like to be added to it:)

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thank yu for writing youngbin!amnesiac 🥺

it got me teared up 😭

you're welcome😄it was a pleasure writing it

I'm so glad you liked it🧡

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Gift Giving | Bambam Headcanon

Request: “Also please write me another bambam reaction/headcannon where the foreginer s/o/gf wants to spoil his sister and mom with a gift, but she only tells bambam what it is.”

as you and Bambam were preparing for your trip to Thailand, he had to remind you that you didn’t need to bring his mother and sister any sort of gifts

however, you decide to ignore Bambam anyways, and got them both presents; special jewelry that were from your home country

the night before you guys leave for Thailand as you’re packing your bags, and Bambam notices the gift bags, he can't help but giving you a knowing look

avoiding his gaze, you tell him that you couldn’t help it; you just wanted to treat them and give them something to remember you

his eyes soften bc he loves the fact that you love them as much as they love you

the night you guys arrive to Thailand, is the night you give the two women their gifts

when you hand them the gift bags, they both give you a look that you've seen before that means that you didn’t have to do this

bambam pulls you into a cuddle as everyone watches them open their presents

when they open their gift bags, you begin to explain to them the meaning behind the jewelry from your country, and you tell them that they’ll always have a part of you with them

as a way to thank you, they invite you to go out with them for lunch the next day as a way to treat you for their gifts

later that night, when you and Bambam are laying down in bed, he makes sure to tell you that he’s really glad that his family loves you as much as he does

and he finds it endearing that you want to share your culture with his family

the next day when you go out to lunch with Bambam’s mother and sister, they give you a traditional Thai bracelet, to remind you that they will always be there for you

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I have one more request to finish and then I can finally start my skz frat series. ugh I can't wait for you guys to read it! I'm really liking what I've written so far for the series that I almost gave you guys a little spoiler but I didn't 😅

I should have my last request up by tomorrow, or maybe even tonight if I bust my butt. I’m aiming to have the first part of the skz frat series up by Sunday or Monday 

I hope you guys are ready for it!

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Hiiiii I love (Like adore) your writing !! 🤧

And I was wondering if you could do a Johnny scenario of whatever you feel like ?

Thanks a lot 🙏❤️

awe I'm so glad that you like my writing 🥺 it really means a lot to hear that💛

and thank u for sending in a request, I hope that it's to your liking. you can now read it here: x

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Make Me Look Hot | Johnny

Word count: 599

Genre: fluff

Request: “And I was wondering if you could do a Johnny scenario of whatever you feel like ?”

A/n: my first Johnny request! thanks anon for the request, hop you like it!

        “Please, please, please,” you beg Johnny for the nth time that day.

        “Ugh, fine.” Squealing, you excitedly jump around, happy that Johnny’s agreed to your request. Kissing his cheek, you tell him to sit on the ground as you got get the necessary things.

        Upon your return, you see Johnny scrolling through his phone. Snatching his phone away from him, you happily smile at him. “Are you ready?” Unable to stop himself from smiling at your cute behavior, Johnny responds, “Ready as I’ll ever be. You better make me look hot Y/n.”

        “Don’t worry, you look hot all the time.” Johnny laughs at your compliment, and you then start to get busy doing his hair.

        Ever since Johnny had started growing out his hair, you had wanted to style it yourself, but he didn’t let you until now. You knew his hair was soft as you often ran your fingers through it when the two of you were cuddling but being able to style it the way you wanted to made you happy. The image you had in mind was a couple of small braids that you would add to a half ponytail with a few framing pieces sticking out.

        As you grab some hair to make the braids, you accidently tug the hairs too hard, “Ow, babe. Are you trying to make me bald?”

        “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’d still look hot bald.”

        You statement causes for Johnny to cock an eyebrow, “Really?”

        “No, of course not.” Reaching around his back, Johnny playfully pinches you for messing with him.

        After finishing the braids, you reach for another ponytail holder to make the half up ponytail. “Can I look yet?” Johnny asks as he makes an attempt to grab the mirror. Gently smacking his hand away from the mirror, you answer him, “No, I’m not done yet.”

        “Do I at least look cool?” Johnny asks you.

        Flattering your boyfriend, you say to him, “Like the coolest man on the planet.”

        “So that means I look horrible.” Tugging Johnny’s hair a tad bit too harsh, you ignore his accusation, which causes him to smile, happy that he managed to get a reaction out of you.

        When you finish putting the ponytail on, you move to sit in front of Johnny so that you could pull out some framing pieces. From this position, Johnny looks up at you, admiring your focused face. He slowly wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer to him. Looking down at him, you give him a smile, “Hello there.”

        “Hey there beautiful.” He gives you a wink, which you brush off, as you are used to all of his flirtatious moves.

        “All done,” you happily say, “close your eyes.” Making sure that Johnny’s eyes are closed, you grab the hand mirror and place it in front of Johnny. “You can open your eyes now.”

        Johnny had mentally prepared himself to see the mess you made out of his hair, but when he opens his eyes and see that you actually did his hair nicely, he can’t help but want to mess with you a bit.

        “Babe, what did you do?” Worried that he didn’t like it, a small frown starts to form on your face. Grabbing your face with both of his hands, he gently squishes your pouting face, “I’m kidding babe. I like it, no wait, I love it. I look hot as heck.” Bringing your head closer to him, he presses a kiss on your forehead, “I love it, and I love you.”

        “I love you too.”

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Request: Got7 Mark & y/n

Angst and Fluff

Y/n didnt tell mark that she was sick/ injured as it was comeback season, until he found out unexpectedly. A fight broke out.

hiya anon! I know that it's taken me forever to finish this request, but it's finally done!

you can now read it here: x

I hope you like it, and thank you for sending in this request!💛

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Fractures | Mark Tuan

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: angst, fluff

Request: “Y/n didnt tell mark that she was sick/ injured as it was comeback season, until he found out unexpectedly. A fight broke out.”

A/n: this is set during last piece era. I hope all you guys enjoy this!

        If anyone were to ask you if you were ignoring Mark, you’d simply say no, but rather you were occupying your time with non-Mark related things. Plus, you didn’t want to distract Mark during this time as it was the last GOT7 comeback as GOT7 under JYP. You knew that this was special to Mark, to all of the guys. The last thing he needed was for you to bother him. Even if it meant you had to hold back some information from him.

        Sometime before the comeback, while Mark was busy preparing for it, you had a minor accident that resulted in you fracturing your wrist. You chose to not tell Mark about it, knowing that he would’ve made a big deal about it, and taken his time to take care of you. You knew he didn’t have time for him to take care of you with the comeback and all. However, the last thing you expected was for Mark to barge into your apartment late at night.

        “Mark? What’re you doing here?”

        Gently grabbing your fractured wrist, he asks you, “When were you planning on telling me about this?”

        “After the comeback?” you say innocently. Wanting to change the topic, you question, “How’d you find out anyways?”

        “Youngjae.” Internally you curse Youngjae. You thought you could trust him with this information.

        “Please don’t make a big deal about this. It’s just a fractured wrist.” Although you were happy to see Mark after such a long time, you didn’t necessarily like that fact that he was acting this way towards you.

        “Yeah, a fractured wrist that could get worse if you put too much strain on it. I know you Y/n, you don’t like it when others do things for you, so I know you’ve been doing everything by yourself as if it’s just a normal day, but it’s not. You should’ve told me, so I could’ve been here to take care of you.”

        Pressing a palm against Mark’s chest, signaling for him to stop talking, you go on to say, “First of all, I didn’t tell you because you were too busy with the comeback and I know how much this means to you; and second of all, don’t talk to me as if I’m a child Mark. I can take care of myself.”

        Scoffing, Mark responds, “Obviously not if you’ve managed to fracture your wrist doing such a simple task.”

        “Oh my gosh,” wanting to get away from Mark, you leave the room with Mark following your trail. “Don’t walk away from me Y/n. We’re not done talking.”

        “Well I am,” you say, slamming you bedroom door in Mark’s face.

        Knowing you well enough, Mark doesn’t try to get you to open the door. He knows that the two of you just needed some down to calm down. Retreating from the door, Mark decides to leave and go to the dance studio, thinking that dancing could distract him from his frustrations.

        From the other side of the door, you slowly sink down to the ground, listening to the door slam. You knew that Mark was being irrational, but only because you knew that he cared so much about you and didn’t like the thought of you being hurt.  Neither of you said it, but you knew Mark’s behavior was because he blamed himself for not being able to take care of you.

        Even prior to this comeback, you and Mark had rarely spent time with each other. Of course the time spent apart put a strain on your relationship, so the message was very clear that Mark’s anger was not about your fractured wrist, but about your fractured relationship. And like Mark said, things could get worse if you put too much strain on it.

        Deciding to be the bigger person, you grab your phone and send Mark a text, “Please come back.”

        20 minutes later you hear knocking at your door. Opening up the door, you are met with the sight of Mark with a sadden look on his face. Speaking at the same time, the two of you say, “I’m sorry.”

        Stepping aside to let Mark in, the two of you sit down on your couch to talk. Before you could say your thoughts, Mark speaks up, “Before you say anything, I want to speak first.”

        Gently grabbing your hand, Mark begins to say, “What happened earlier was blown out of proportion. I was too much; I shouldn’t have spoken that way to you. I’m afraid to admit this, but this comeback has taken a toll on me and I was throwing all my emotions at you. I’m sorry.”

        “Mark,” you call out to him, making him look you in the eyes, “It’s okay. I know that things have been rough for you. That’s why I didn’t think it was necessary to talk about my wrist, but you and I both know that this was much more than about my wrist and this comeback. This is about our relationship.”

        Sighing, Mark runs a hand over his tired face, “I know. It’s just that we’ve been so distant lately, and I just miss you. I miss your voice; I miss seeing your face; I miss you.”

        “I miss you too, Mark, but you could’ve just talked to me. I know you don’t like talking about your feelings like this, but you know I would never judge you.”

        “I just thought that once this comeback was over that we could go back to the way things were before. I’m going to have more free time after this, so we’ll be able to spend time with each other more, but I realize now that I shouldn’t have waited. I should’ve just came to you.” Listening to Mark explain everything to you made your heart ache. This moment of time was one of the hardest for Mark and you realize now that instead of ignoring him, you should’ve been there for him.

        “Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for you. I haven’t really been supportive recently, but I just want you to know that, I’m proud of what you’ve done up to this point, and that I’ll support you every step of the way afterwards.”

        Bringing your hand up to his lips, Mark plants a kiss on the back of your hand, “You know I love you, right?”

        “Of course I do, and I love you too.”

        Once the two of you have fully made up, you guys decide to order take out and watch some Disney movies.

        “Don’t you have to go back to the company?” you ask Mark as you snuggle closer into his chest, waiting for your food to arrive.

        “Nah, I told them I wasn’t coming back tonight.” Slightly pulling away from him, you look up at him, “Oh, so you just knew we were going to make up and that you were going to be staying over?”

        “I had a feeling.” Mark says before he presses a kiss on your temple. Gently grabbing your injury, Mark plants a kiss on your wrist.

        “What was that for?” you ask him.

        “I heard kisses made booboos feel better.”

        Feeling playful, you say to him, “Well, if that’s the kiss, I think I have a boohoo on my lips.”

        “Oh? Do you now? Then let me do something for you.” Shutting your eyes, you wait for Mark to plant a kiss on your lips, but when you feel his lips land on the corner of your mouth, you smack Mark on the chest with a big pout on your face. “I think you missed.”

        “Did I now? Here, let me try again.”

        This time, when Mark does plant a kiss on your lips, a smile forms on your face, “Better. Though I think you still need to work on your aim. Why don’t you try again?”

        As the two of you lean in for another kiss, someone begins to knock on your door. Swiftly, Mark removes himself from underneath you, “Food’s here.” Internally, you curse the delivery man and decide that once Mark returns he owed you more kisses, to make up for all the kisses you missed.

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Take a Break | Bambam

Word count: 585

Genre: fluff, Bambam x staff member!reader

Request: yes

        As of recently, things at your job have been so busy. Your team has been busy editing Bambam’s new video that you’ve haven’t had any time to rest. Originally you had worked in JYP’s editing staff, and that’s how you met Bambam.

        Usually, idols had no voice in editing, but Bambam was really into videography that one day he had busted into the editing room, showing interest in editing some of GOT7’s content. From that point you and the other editors had worked closely with Bambam. One night you had to stay at the compay late at night, trying to finish editing a video before your deadline and Bambam had volunteered to stay with you and keep you company. Eventually that lead to him staying with you on many other occasions, and then one night he had confessed that he was interested in you, and the rest is now history.

        When news broke out about GOT7 leaving JYP, you weren’t surprised, however, what did surprise you was when Bambam had asked you to join him at his new company. You liked your job at JYP, however, you liked being with Bambam more, so of course you agreed to go with him.

        Busy clicking away at your computer screen, you hear the sound of knocking at your door. You call out to the visitor to come in, and when you see that it’s Bambam, a smile forms on your face, “What’re you doing here?”

        “Well it’s,” stopping to check the time on his watch, “12:49 am and you should be home right now.”

        “I can’t go home yet, I’m not done editing,” you explain to him.

        Walking up to you, Bambam pulls your chair away from your desk, “Nope, your done for the night Y/n.”

        Whining, “No, Bam. You can’t just pull me away from my work.”

        Tutting at you, he replies, “Actually, I can. I’m technically your boss, plus I’m your boyfriend, and wouldn’t you rather go back to my place and snuggle in bed?”

        Tempted by Bambam’s offer, you hesitate to reply before saying to him, “I should really finish this though.” Not satisfied with your answer, Bambam comes up with a solution. “Fine then, at least take a break. Come on, come cuddle with me on the couch.”

        Telling yourself that you at least deserved a break, you agree to let Bambam drag you over to the couch in your office. Pulling you into his side, you rest your head on his shoulder, humming in satisfaction. “This is nice, when’s the last time we did something like this?”

        Playing with your hands that were resting on Bambam’s lap, he responds, “Probably some time before we came to this new company.”

        ‘Too long ago,’ you thought to yourself. “I’m tired.”

        “I know you are. Rest your eyes, I’ll wake you up in 30 minutes.”

        “I shouldn’t, I should get back to work,” you attempt to get up from your spot, but Bambam keeps you settled down next to him. Gently pulling your head back onto his shoulder, he says to you, “Rest, Y/n.” Too tired to even argue, you close your eyes, and snuggle into Bambam’s neck, taking in his comforting scent.

        When you wake up you know it’s been way more than 30 minutes as you peek and see that Bambam is asleep next to you. Enjoying being wrapped in his arms, you don’t bother to get up and go back to cuddling with Bambam, using this to spend time with your boyfriend.

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