#boyfriend!got7

[bab-ybird]

Did you know that you brighten up the sky with a simple smile?

That no matter where you are,

And no matter where I am,

All it takes is a small grin

To make even the darkest days

Bright

And that is more than enough.

•🌼•

Keep smiling;

It’s beautiful on you.

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Black, pink, and peach Yugyeom aesthetic ft. Flowers and Stars ✨

[teampandawang]

Yugyeom Texts: Drunk confession

By: Aria

Genre: Fluff

[kpoptrashchild]

Distance (Jinyoung Scenario)

JinyoungxReader

Genre: Angst/Fluff 

Word Count: 1271

masterlist 

A/N: it has been so long since i’ve written something on here, but i had this dream last night and i cannot get it out of my head. i woke up with chills and i felt them while writing it. it speaks a lot to me emotionally, and i hope you can get something out of it too! 

You couldn’t even guess what brought you to this point, what pushed things so far. It started as a disagreement, one not unfamiliar to you and Jinyoung. But today, for some reason, it turned from a disagreement to an argument to the biggest fight you had experienced in your relationship. Both of you were hurt deeply; both of you made mistakes in the mess of it all. You couldn’t think of anything else but getting away from the negative space, from Jinyoung’s hurt face, just so you could process your pain. And that’s exactly what you did.

Standing there with Jinyoung while regret reverberated off the walls was too much to handle. You walked out to clear your head and breathe, leaving the room that had tensed with silence behind you. You realized how caught up you were in your own racing thoughts when the cold of the night air bit your skin. A jacket, a sweater, even a long-sleeve shirt would have been a good idea, but you had none of these. And there was no way you were going back inside. You were too stubborn. You were in too much pain. If you looked at Jinyoung while you were in this state, you surely would have burst into tears. So you kept walking, stomping through the cold night to keep your muscles awake as your burning anger turned to a heavy sadness.

You found a nook down a stairway by some corporate building and made that your temporary resting place. It was quiet and non-intrusive, allowing you to sit with your thoughts. The shock hadn’t worn off yet. The words thrown between you and Jinyoung had been so sharp you almost didn’t recognize either of your voices. Why had it gone so far this time? Was there something bigger between you, pushing you apart? Was this distance irrevocable? Would you find only emptiness if you reached your hand out to him again? Did you have the strength to? Did you even want to?

Of course you did. It was Jinyoung, after all. He was your person, and as much as what happened hurt, you knew it would hurt so much more to give up on this relationship. You already missed him, even with the anger and sadness smacking around inside you. You ached. From the fight, from your worries, from the bitter cold. You felt small and alone, on the verge of tears but not ready to be knocked down by the flood.

And then you heard footsteps. Annoyance interrupted your emotional turmoil. The absolute last thing you wanted to do right now was to put energy into ignoring a stranger who walked by. Or worse, having to explain to that stranger why you were sitting in front of an office building in the middle of the night. You straightened your slumped body to give off the impression that you were meant to be there. As the steps got closer, you preemptively turned your head to assess what the encounter would be, if there would even be one at all. Your heart lifted as your stomach sank when you saw him.

Jinyoung was determinedly moving towards you, jacket in hand and brows furrowed as deeply as his frown. Your first reaction came from your anger; you held steadfast in your place, sitting as tall and as rigid as your stiff bones would allow. You didn’t want to admit that you were cold, that you wanted nothing more than to hold Jinyoung and recite “I love you” as many times as your voice would allow. You wanted to convince him--and yourself--that you were sure in your feelings. This stubbornness, a trait shared between both of you, that escalated the fight in the first place almost lasted. Almost.

As soon as Jinyoung was close enough to touch you, he held out the jacket. Words weren’t needed right now. They had caused too many problems at this point. What mattered was action, and Jinyoung had made his feelings very clear with a simple gesture. He had reached out his hand. And you had to decide what you would do with it.

You stood up. Jinyoung took that as his cue to lay the jacket on you, gently and assuredly. You felt your muscles relaxing and a familiar warmth spreading inside you. Its presence was overwhelming. It had only been gone for a short time, but its absence had quickly hollowed you out to your core. With its return finally came your tears. The sobs burst from you before you could even take a breath. Jinyoung wrapped you in his arms, holding you as close to his chest as he could. The silence was different now: strong, lasting, secure. Your sobs subsided to simpler cries after some time, and Jinyoung took that as a sign to get you back home. He never let go of you, looking over every few seconds to make sure you were still there. You couldn’t look at him without more tears forcing their way out of you, so your eyes stayed forward, but your anxieties slipped away as the volumes spoken by Jinyoung’s gaze replaced the lonely silence that had brought you outside in the first place.

The room was no longer suffocating, just an empty room. You two stepped in and it started to feel full again. Not complete, but not completely void of what belonged there. Jinyoung removed your jacket before he set his on a chair, and he followed you as you settled yourself on the couch. Still crying, still wondering why it wouldn’t stop, you held your face in your hands. And Jinyoung stayed right next to you, so close you could feel your couch cushion dipping under his weight. The distance between you two was closing, and you craved for it to disappear, to shatter as abruptly as it had grown. You were so desperate for some kind, any kind of contact, but you lacked the strength to say anything. All you could do was cry, let the tears dry up your insides, purge the pain from a very near past. Jinyoung understood this, understood you. Air brushed your face as Jinyoung grasped your hand, carrying it so carefully that you couldn’t be sure of the contact. The second he felt your skin against his lips he shut his eyes, absorbing and savoring the sensation of your touch. A new kind of chill ran over your skin, through your bones, as Jinyoung meticulously kissed your fingers, hand, wrist, and all of your arm up until your shoulder. No empty space existed. All had been blessed by his lips, your prayers answered without a single word spoken. As his kiss lingered on your shoulder, you felt his breath change, an inhale much deeper and longer this time. Jinyoung moved closer, changing the distance between you ever so slightly, and rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes stung but you kept them open, knowing you needed to consume as much of this contact as humanly possible. Before the silence became meaningless, Jinyoung opened his mouth. A whisper so soft you wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for the intent that spilled from his lips.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.”

A new kind of tears fell from your eyes as you reached your free hand up to hold his face. His grasp on your wrist tightened as your lips met his. The distance had disappeared. Your love filled up the empty space, and you were so thankful both pairs of hands reached out instinctively even when both minds were too scared to say another word.

[jiminies-ahmee]

REACTION: GOT7

Reaction: GOT7 reacting to their S/O being stalked 

Requested by @aussiegirl246, sorry it took so long, I hope you like it. 

Detail: “could I please have a got7 reaction to finding out that you are being stalked. you have been trying to hide it from them because you thought it was nothing and now it is worrying you/something may have happened to worry you so you decide to tell them.” 

MARK 

Mark’s smile faltered as he entered the dark apartment. On a typical late night like this, Mark would usually find you sat on the couch, either asleep or watching a random documentary off of Netflix. But tonight was different, much to Mark’s surprise. He set his bag on the floor and kicked his shoes off, making his way towards your room. His frown grew deeper as he realised that room too, was empty. Where had you gone? 

And then he heard it, a shuffling of feet from within the bathroom. You were probably unaware he’d returned from practice, so he knocked tenderly against the door. 

“Y/N? I’m home.” There was a loud clatter from within the small room and Mark realised something wasn’t right. And it wasn’t. “Y/N? What’s going on? Open up, it’s just me.” You opened the door with obvious hesitation and Mark’s worry grew at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks. 

“Someone’s watching me.” You whispered fearfully, glancing over Mark’s shoulder. 

“Someone’s watching you?” Mark repeated, to which you nodded. He moved into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. As he turned back to face you, he sighed. “How long has this been going on for?” 

Out of nervousness and habit, your tugged at the hem of your shirt, avoiding Mark’s gaze as you muttered a soft, “Two weeks.” 

“Two weeks?! Y/N, baby, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He frustratedly rubbed his face, “This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have said anything about us in that interview.” You smiled softly before placing your hands atop Mark’s and pulling them away from his face. 

“None of this is your fault, Mark. I’m probably making this a bigger deal than it really is, don’t worry too much about it.” It was a big deal that not only you knew, but Mark too. You just didn’t want him to be even more stressed than he needed to be.

“We’ll talk about it at the dorms. I don’t want you staying here if there’s even a slight possibility of you getting hurt.” 

JINYOUNG 

“Hyung?” Jinyoung looked up at the call of his name to see Yugyeom standing awkwardly by his bedroom door. Jinyoung paused the game he was playing and  pushed his chair away from his desk to face the younger properly. 

“What’s wrong?” Yugyeom said nothing. Instead, he gently motioned for someone to enter the room. And that someone was you. You with puffy cheeks, red eyes and a runny nose. “You can go, Yugyeom.” Jinyoung moved towards you, quickly pulling you into the room before closing the door. 

“S-Sorry, I didn’t want to come here, but I had to.” Jinyoung gently shushed you, sitting you on the edge of his bed as he crouched in front of you. He brushed your hair out of your eyes before giving you an encouraging smile.

“It’s okay, tell me what’s wrong.” You didn’t reply to Jinyoung’s question and that was when he knew something was wrong. You had never been afraid to say what was on your mind and now that you were saying nothing, he knew it had to be very bad. “Y/N,” Jinyoung said sternly, “Did something happen in your family?” You shook your head. 

“I started getting these anonymous texts from someone a few days ago.” You started, “I didn’t think much of it until they were literally telling me what I was wearing and where I was right at that moment. I just brushed it off and blocked the number, but this morning I found a note on my bedroom window with pictures.” You shakily reached into your bag and handed Jinyoung what you’d found. 

He grimaced at the note and tore it. “Y/N, next time anything like this happens I want you to come to me straight away. Don’t just brush it off, okay? You could have gotten hurt, or worse.” Jinyoung spoke in a stern tone, and though you knew he meant well, you couldn’t help the tears leaving your eyes. He sighed before opening his arms to you, embracing you tightly. 

“I will never let anyone lay a finger on you. Ever.”

JAEBUM 

It wasn't unusual for Jaebum to spend the night at you apartment, in fact, you’d begged him to stay the night before. To Jaebum, that was unusual. Normally you would complain if he even mentioned spending the night at your place, claiming that he made a mess and didn’t clean up after himself. 

With furrowed brows, he watched you from where he sat at the breakfast bar. Even your actions were unusual, he thought, the way you fidgeted with your sleeves, avoided his gaze and the way your hands shook. Jaebum was no idiot, he knew something was up. 

“Hey,” He said softly, “Is something wrong?” You bit your lip and shook your head, attempting to give your boyfriend a reassuring smile. However, it didn’t reassure Jaebum one bit. He set his coffee mug down, letting out a loud sigh, “Y/N, I know something’s wrong. Just tell me.” 

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired.” You lied. 

“You’re not tired, you were snoring like it was the last night you’d get sleep.” He retorted. You gulped. You’d been receiving flowers and gifts from an anonymous person, each gift arriving with a note that sent chills up your spine. 

Do you know how beautiful you look in your sleep? One night, I’ll lay beside you and make sure you know it too. 

After receiving that note, you began sleeping on the couch - or at least you tried to. So, when Jaebum had visited the night before you’d made him promise to spend the night, which even you knew was unusual behaviour. 

“I...” You paused, finally meeting Jaebum’s gaze, “Someone’s been sending me flowers and gifts. I don't know who it is, but they’ve sending them with notes and I think they’re watching me.” Jaebum stood up and moved to put his empty mug in the sink before turning to you. 

“Get your things. I want you to stay at the dorms with me until I find you a new place.” 

JACKSON 

Jackson was a man of humour. He could find the fun in the smallest and simplest of things - it may have been one of the reasons why you loved him, but you wouldn’t admit that. However, lately, you’d been noticing a man wearing a hood was always wondering abut your area, usually in front of your apartment. At first, you thought nothing of it and presumed he was simply waiting for someone, but at one point you found him standing at your front door, waiting for you. 

That day, you’d spent the night at a friend’s place. Of course, you felt you should have notified Jackson of the situation, but with the upcoming comeback and stress of the new album, you thought it best to leave him be. 

Now, you were sat at the dorms, biting your nails at the thought of having to go back home quite soon. The boys had insisted that you join them for dinner at the dorms to celebrate their first win with ‘Look’, and who were you to decline such an offer? Especially when there was some mysterious creep hanging around your apartment. 

However, when dinner rolled to an end and you realised you’d soon have to leave, anxiety sank in. You tried desperately to hide your worry from the boys, especially Jackson. But the violent shaking of your hands and the paleness in your cheeks said it all. Quietly, Jackson took hold of your hand and tugged you into his room. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, gently, rubbing your sides in a comforting manner. He bent down slightly, peering into your eyes carefully. “Whatever you’re worrying about, Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Tell me what’s going on, baby.” And the nickname broke you. You slumped against Jackson, your head now in the crook of his neck as you broke into sobs. You weren’t sure how much he’d understood from your muffled words, but Jackson understood enough. “I’m so sorry, baby, I wasn't there for you. You’re staying here for as long as you need, okay? Don’t worry about my schedule or anything, the only thing you should be worrying about is yourself.” 

YOUNGJAE 

His face would be filled with concern once he saw the tears in your eyes. You’d called him over late at night to your home, and worst-case scenario was running through Youngjae’s mind. He’d immediately make his way over to you and ask you what was wrong, tears leaving his own eyes at the sight of the state you were in. 

“Y/N, what’s going on? Hm? Come on, tell me, baby. I don't like seeing you so sad.” Youngjae would encourage, and after some time you would explain how you were too scared to leave your own home after several sightings of a stranger pacing the street across from you. There had even been one occasion where the same stranger had followed you to your workplace and you knew it was starting to get serious. Though you knew telling Youngjae should have been your first move, you decided against it. You knew him worrying over your own personal problems would stop him from being at his full potential for the comeback so you let it slide. But now it was simply too much for you to handle. 

“Y/N, my baby, I want you to tell me straight away if something like this happens, okay? I never want you to feel unsafe or uncomfortable, you’re my one and only prince/ss, don't forget that.” 

BAMBAM 

Though on the surface, it would seem to any individual that Bambam would never be the one to take things seriously, he truly did. Especially when it came to your safety. You had been quite busy for the past week, so Bambam had decided to pop in for a quick visit, but he noticed that - though your car was outside - all the lights in your home were switched off. He figured you’d gone to bed early seeing how hard you’d been working and used his key to enter the house. 

Once he was inside, he saw light coming through the closed door to your bedroom and made his way over. Cracking open the door, he peered in to see you sitting with your back pressed against the bedhead, your knees hugged to your chest. And was that.... Sniffling? And tears rolling down your cheeks? At the sight, Bambam bounced into action, entering the room with such force, you almost screamed before realising it was your boyfriend. 

“Why are you crying? Did someone make you upset? Tell me who it was, Y/N.” In an instant he'd be sitting beside you on your bed, hugging you tightly, “Calm down and tell me what happened.” And so you did, you explained how someone had been sending messages to your home every morning for two weeks now saying they’d been watching you. 

Sighing, Bambam would wipe your tears and boom your nose, “I’m never going to let this happen again, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll fix everything.” 

YUGYEOM

Yugyeom had been missing you so much. What with his hectic schedule and your own busy life, he hadn’t been able to see you for so long. That day during practice, he’d thought about sneaking out to visit you, but he’d have to check with you. 

However, once he’d entered the dorms, he was surprised to find you in his, especially because of your flushed cheeks and teary eyes. For a moment he wouldn’t know what to do and would hesitate in approaching you. But once your eyes met, he’d rush over to you. He’d be a stuttering mess as he asked what was wrong and it would just make you feel so bad. 

“I-I’m sorry, Yugy, I just can’t stay in my own home anymore, I just can’t.” He wouldn’t press you any further as he could see you were in such distress, so he’d simply hold you and tuck you into his own bed. Within a few moments, you'd be fast asleep and the look of relief on your face would calm Yugyeom’s nerves. He’d brush your hair with his fingers and softly sing to you. 

“Don’t worry, okay, Y/N. Whatever it is, we’ll solve it tomorrow... Together.” 

[fuckboibam]

Boyfriend! Bambam

someone asked if I was going to finish the bf!got7 series, and given I already wrote half of this one, I figured I would post it. hope you all like it!! I’ll be back to posting regularly soon!! 

Boyfriend GOT7 Series  Jaebum || Mark || Jackson || Jinyoung || Youngjae || Bambam || Yugyeom

- #OOTD

- Couple outfits

- Him choosing your outfits all the time

- (even if you are good at fashion)

- ‘this is my boyfriend bambam, and this is his boyfriend yugyeom’

- Fancy ass date nights to dinner and the theatre or something

- Insisting on paying for literally everything

- Him buying you expensive clothes all the time

- (and yelling at him for it)

- Meme king™

- Your messages to each other are almost all emojis

- Makes you dab all the time

- Selfies every time you leave the house

- Watching all of got7’s variety shows together

- He will never stop talking about yugyeom

- Yugy is probably also over for dinner all the time

- Late night fast food

- He would be naked as much as possible

- Not in a sexual way he probably just likes getting home and taking all his clothes off and chilling

- When he gets tired he starts speaking Thai

- Probably talks in his sleep

- Dick jokes (mr ‘how you know i’m not big?’)

- Fighting for time in the bathroom/the mirror

- Handwritten notes all over the house/apartment about remembering to do stuff

- Becoming good friends with all of got7 (but probably jackson and yugy the most!!)

- Their approval of you is probably really important to bam

- Really affectionate but not in front of anyone

- Little kisses on your neck and shoulders while watching tv/movies

- A thirsty bitch™

- SUCH. A. TEASE.

- Even if he is super thirsty, will tease you mercilessly

- He loves to hear the little noises you make

- Probably also waits for you to come to him for sexytimes

- (he likes the validation)

- Lowkey!dom but will switch on occasion

requests are open, chuck us some requests for me to do over my summer break lol

[kateispenguin11]

Choi Youngjae-Tickling

Prompt: Youngjae is tickling you and doesn't stop until you're whining for him to. Word Count: 277 (sorry it's short) Pairing: Choi Youngjae x Reader Fluffy fluffy fluff - - "Youngjae-ah!" I screamed through my fits of laughter. Youngjae's hands attacked my sides and stomach, tickling me with no mercy. My laugh boomed through the house followed by his own laughter. I'm pretty sure the neighbors think we're crazy. "Please! Young-Youngjaeee!" I whined out again, desperate for him to stop tickling me. "Okay, okay. I'll stop," his laugh was still booming along with mine as he retracted his hands before pulling me into a hug. "Your laugh is so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered in my ear. I smiled, "Thank you Youngjae, but your's is better." He chuckled before placing his lips against my neck, attacking me with kisses. "Youngjae-ah!" Youngjae always made me like this. Always had me laughing or smiling. That's just the way he is. He smiled against my neck before attacking my face with kisses. Giggles we're spilling out of my mouth has he kissed almost every inch of my face. Youngjae's lips pressed against the corner of my mouth before he placed his lips against mine for a quick peck on the lips. "Oh come on. You're going to torture me with tickles and kisses but I don't get a REAL kiss?" I whined. Youngjae always falls to his knees for my whining. I don't get it. His lips were pressed against mine in seconds. The kiss was sweet but definitely not short. Youngjae made sure I felt all of his love behind the kiss. He always made everything magical. "Yah, Youngjae! I love you so much baby," I spoke after we broke the kiss. "I love you too Princess Y/N," he whispered, pulling me into a hug.

[seungkwanslowqualityenglish]

Boyfriend!Yugyeom

1000% tries to convince you to come work for JYP so he can see you everyday

but totally supports your own dreams and encourages you if you’re feeling down

listens to all of your problems and feels terrible when he can’t solve them for you (he’ll cry, you know he will)

leaves Fighting! notes in your books or the pockets of your coat

purposely waits until a time he knows you have your phone off so he can leave voicemails  (his version of love letters)

his voicemails are either him listing the reasons he loves you and all the little things he misses about you

or they’re just a whiny continuous yell of ‘NoonaaaaaaAAAAAAAA!” followed by “I miss you. I can’t wait to see you.” “Stop studying and go to sleep now.” “I just wanted to say goodnight so goodniiiiiiiiight.”

refuses to sing for you no matter how much you beg

but sings into your hair when he thinks you’re sleeping

a very shy, blushy baby but loves your attention and praise 

will doing something ‘cool’ or ‘sexy’ to get you to look at him even though you both know he will be a flustered red faced heap in a matter of seconds

but then he’s always a flustered red faced heap so he doesn’t really mind

not too big on openly initiating skinship but will gently nudge or brush against you numerous times until you catch on that he wants to hold hands

and since it was technically you that started it, he’s then free to pull you into his arms

likes to kiss the points of your face while avoiding your lips

e.g. cheekbones, the corner of your eye, jawline

but mostly forehead kisses 

please nuzzle his neck, he’d return the favor and stay there forever if he could

though Yugyeom dies(of happiness) every time you compliment him, he spends 80% of his time praising every little thing you do

you’re perfection in his eyes and he honestly can’t understand why you like him so much

says he loves you constantly and is always pleased when you say it back because like are you sure??? you are literal perfection??? and you love ME???

there are times when Yugyeom is asked about his ideal type, and he thinks back on all his past fantasies of the perfect woman and how he’s somehow managed to find someone better than all of them combined 

you’re everything he ever wanted and so much more

[tuanmarkers]

Boyfriend!GOT7