#ch:jb

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character: GOT7's JB author: fifi genre: smut/fluff WARNINGS: rated M

“Y’know, it’s not really that late.” Jaebum said suddenly, craning his neck so he could glance over your shoulder at the clock on the nightstand.

“Yeah?” you asked, wondering now if he had the same idea as you had had a moment ago.

Jaebum nodded, resting his head back down on the pillow and adjusting his eyes to meet yours again. “Would you allow me some time to show my beautiful girl just how much I love her?”

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"I wish I could time travel… " you mumbled, your fingers lingering over the skin of Jaebum’s bicep, your eyelids half-closed and your voice tired. "or… at least control time, I guess."

“Why’s that?” Jaebum asked, his voice cracking slightly from having not spoken in a while. His hands were playing with the ends of your long hair, twisting it between his fingers and smoothing it back out before doing it over again.

“I don’t know,” you breathed, your chest feeling somewhat heavy with the words that you had chosen not to say. You knew why, but saying it out loud would sound stupid, especially to Jaebum.

“Hm.” Jaebum hummed. After a moment of silence, Jaebum pulled away from you just enough to look at your face, both hands clasping the sides of it softly as he stared at your sleepy eyes with his own.

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyebrows and making a face at him as he continued to stare.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, curving his lips in a slight smirk. “you’re just so… pretty.”

“Shut up, Jaebum.” you said playfully, looking down as you felt your cheeks flush. Your eyes traveled down Jaebum’s bare stomach to the elastic of his boxers, an idea flashing through your mind but leaving it just as quickly when Jaebum spoke again.

“I’m serious.” he said, rubbing the pad of his thumb in circles along your cheekbone. “How did I end up with such a pretty girlfriend?”

“Because you’re ten times more handsome.” you replied, looking back up to meet his eyes.

He became flustered, as he always did when you complimented him, especially out of the blue like this.

“Y’know, it’s not really that late.” Jaebum said suddenly, craning his neck so he could glance over your shoulder at the clock on the nightstand.

“Yeah?” you asked, wondering now if he had the same idea as you had had a moment ago.

Jaebum nodded, resting his head back down on the pillow and adjusting his eyes to meet yours again. “Would you allow me some time to show my beautiful girl just how much I love her?”

“If you promise to quit being so damn cheesy, then the answer is yes.” you chuckled, moving your hand up to his head and twisting your fingers through his messy hair as you pulled his face toward yours.

The kiss started out slow and sloppy, as you were both still mostly half-asleep, it being much later into the night than Jaebum had made it out to be. But you were eventually both woken up, as your hands roamed each others’ mostly unclothed bodies, your movements progressively speeding up as you became more and more awake.

Jaebum’s hands cupped your ass, pulling your body as close to his as possible. Wrapping your leg around his middle, you braced your hands on his chest and lifted yourself so that he was laying on his back and you were straddling his waist - all while never once breaking your kiss. You were practically pros at this, what with all of the practice you had gotten.

As you latched your lips onto his neck, Jaebum’s hands found their way back to your waist, teasing his fingers at the elastic of your underwear as your lips slowly made their way down his body.

Before Jaebum could even begin to pleasure you, your lips were kissing at the insides of his thighs, chuckling to yourself as you watched his head roll back against the pillow. You eventually brought your face back up to his, your mouth covering his to muffle the moan that escaped his throat as you reached your hand into his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his length.

Jaebum continued to moan into your mouth as you quickened your pumps, his hands clasping at the bedsheets that surrounded him as he tried to contain himself.

“Take over?” you asked after a few moments, feeling that Jaebum was close to his climax and not wanting him to reach it just yet.

“Yeah,” Jaebum answered quickly, as if he had been expecting you to ask. His movements were fast as he switched places with you, his lips already on yours as soon as he was on top of you, eager to continue what had been interrupted.

You relaxed against the soft bed, rolling your head back against the pillow and shutting your eyes as Jaebum reached his hand into your underwear. Jaebum didn’t do much to quiet your noises of pleasure (actually, you were quite convinced that he liked when you were loud), and instead, moved his lips your neck and nipped at the softest of spots there as his fingers moved inside of you.

Just as you had done, Jaebum stopped just as you were on the edge, pulling his fingers out of you and removing his lips from your neck. Pulling both of your remaining clothes off as quickly as possible, Jaebum moved between your legs, knowing by now the perfect position.

Not wasting any time, Jaebum didn’t take long before thrusting into you, both of you extremely eager for the absolute pleasure.

The pace became quicker as the moments passed, as did your noises becoming louder and bodies becoming more exhausted. Jaebum had resorted to resting his head on your shoulder as he continued, and you both realized that maybe it had been too late into the night for this.

Either way, it didn’t take long at all for you both to reach your climax, having already been halfway there before even starting. That familiar, burning feeling of pleasure engulfed you both as you screamed out loud, riding out your high before collapsing onto one another as you caught your breath.

Jaebum went back to playing with your hair, though it was now more messy than before, and damp with sweat. You watched his face as he did so, smiling at the way his eyebrow would occasionally twitch with concentration, his eyelids drooping more and more as each moment passed.

“You really wanna know why?” you asked, using the sheets to pull yourself closer to him, your head resting against his chest.

You felt Jaebum nod against the top of your head, and you waited a moment before answering.

“Because no amount of time with you would ever be enough.” you whispered, so quiet that you weren’t sure if he had even heard you.

Jaebum sighed slowly, his face nuzzling into your mess of hair. There was a long period of.silence before he replied.

“In that case…I wish you could, too.” he said, his arms just barely tightening around you.

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How would Mark/JB/Youngjae react if they came home to the apartment with it decorated (badly :3) with Christmas decorations?

Mark, the moment he opens the door, would notice the different-seeming atmosphere to the apartment.  Slowly, he would rid his feet of his shoes and torso of his heavy winter jacket before cautiously walking through the living room.  His head would roll back as he looks at all of the gaudy ceiling ornaments hanging down in unsightly groups, "Oh my gosh..." he'd whisper to himself, eyes now moving toward the window where you'd stuck many different stickers.  "Babe," he would call out, turning away from the living room decorations, only to find more as he searched for you through the apartment.  "Who destroyed the apartment?" Mark would ask upon seeing you lying defeated on the bed, exhausted from your hard work at decorating.  Once you make it thoroughly aware that it was all your doing and how lovely you believed it looked, he would laugh as he fakes some sort of smile and slyly lies, "Well it looks really great.. I, I love it!"

JB would have none of this!  Since he's as chic as he makes out to be, his apartment would also have to be just as chic as he.  Walking inside, he would watch you from a corner of the kitchen as you finish off your holiday decoration job, his lips upturned as he scowls at the garish ornaments stuck to and propped up all around the room.  "What have you done?!" he would cry out once you turn to JB to greet him, "Where did you even get this things?" He would start carefully picking up the Christmas items you'd placed on the kitchen counter, before looking back over at you with a grimace toward the showy little decoration.  "What if we were to just... change this all around a bit, eh?" He would propose this idea hopefully, but once he sees that disappointed look on your face, JB would narrow his eyes and let out a deep, deep sigh with a roll of his eyes.  "Just kidding...! It's too great to change up, you just keep doing your thing!" He'd force a grin and nod, turning and walking away because he can't believe he just caved into leaving these dumb decorations up!

Let's be honest here; Youngjae would have absolutely no problem with gaudy looking holiday decorations.  He truthfully wouldn't even be able to tell that they looked horribly awful, in fact:  Youngjae would definitely compliment all of the decorations as he walks throughout the apartment.  "WHOA! I really like this one!" he would yell, running toward the snowflake hanging down from the middle of the ceiling in the hallway.  He would reach up to grasp it and twirl it around before letting you take him on a tour of the rest of the decorated home.  "Why didn't you wait for me to do all of this?" Youngjae would pout, frowning at you as he admires the tinsel you'd put around the doorways.  "Is there anything left to do?  I want to decorate some now!" He'd exclaim after returning to the living room from the extensive tour of the apartment.  Once you tell him that you'd emptied the box of holiday decorations, he would cross his arms over his chest and pout, "Next time you decorate, you have to wait for me, okay?"

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request: "Can I request a got7 scenario?? When you and Bambam have been happily dating for almost a year now, and you've met the rest of his group a couple times, but whenever you do, you get flustered when JB and Jr. talk to you or smile at you because you used to be (/still kind of are) a huge JJ Project fangirl? Thanks so much :)" author: rinni genre: fluff character: GOT7's Bam Bam (ft. Jr. & JB) notes: omg !! i love love love JJ Project!! this one was a lot of fun lol bc it relates to me so easily !! enjoy !!

You bit your lip, feeling your palms sweat a little. You were standing in front of GOT7's dorm door, nervously so. You were here to visit Bambam on his request, but you were nervous.

You had been around the others plenty of times and visited on countless occasions, so that wasn't the problem. You were afraid of JB and Jr. They weren't mean to you, in fact, they welcomed you with open arms but... They were still the JJ Project in your heart and mind. Also GOT7, but still the JJ boys. You prayed that Bambam would open the door and not one of them. Knocking shyly, you took a large breath, trying to calm yourself. Not a moment later, the cheeky boy you loved opened the door, smiling just as brightly. "There you are! I thought you weren't going to show." His smile turned to a playful pout and you smiled. Throwing tour arms around his neck in an affectionate embrace, you pecked his cheek. "I would never turn your offer to hang out down." He instantly returned to affection before hauling you inside after him. You were greeted by the boisterous boys almost instantly. Bambam pushed to the couch before running off to the kitchen to 'get his baby a drink!'. You swallowed and shakily smiled as both JB and Jr. offered you the seat between them. "Come sit with us [y/n]! We never get to talk because of that hog Bambam." You laughed, carefully sitting between them. You could only pray that your inner fangirl would stay hidden... ••• When Bambam came back with a glass of your favorite drink, he found you in between his two older members, hanging onto every word they said. You looked like one of their fangirls... "-JB got in soooo much trouble during the BOUNCE recording, you should have been there!" You clapped your hands happily, eyes sparkling. "Oh my gosh, that is so funny! JB, you must have been so embarrassed!" "You have no idea," the older sighed, flustered by whatever Jr. had told you. You smiled, "I've always loved the JJ Project, you know! It's really-" "Baby," Bambam whinned, causing your cheeks to flush. "Come compliment your boyfriend, not those smelly old men." Both of the 'smelly old men' shouted at Bambam for his insult. You got up, albeit reluctant to leave them. Bambam led you to the loveseat instead, hanging onto you the entire time. "Why do you like them so much, huh? I'm so much cooler you know-" You pecked his lips, earning a gagging sound from some of the members who saw it. "Bambam," you started with a giggle, "don't forget your just a cool as them. Don't get jealous! You know how much I love JJ Project anyway." He pouted again, snuggling into you. He could only hope you would fangirl that much over him one day.

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character: GOT7's JB author: fifi genre: smut/semi-smut request: “heyo~ayo~ can i request a scenario wherein Jaebum is the nude male model for "your" art class, which later leads up to...... a beautifully smutty situation~” notes: this turned out a little longer than expected...and it's kind of in between semi-smut and full smut. but it was really fun to write (a great idea for a request!!) and I hope you enjoy~ 

You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your hands were now roaming the body that you could barely look at without blushing nearly half an hour ago. Your eyes were closed, and yet you could still feel how perfect every dip and curve was, your fingers running over every spot on his upper half as many times as they could.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you walked into the classroom that morning, but it certainly wasn’t what you saw.

You avoided eye contact with everyone in the room, trying your best to hide your flushed cheeks behind the books you carried in your arms. Quickly making it to your workspace, you sat behind your easel and set your books aside, trying to seem preoccupied in setting up your materials so you didn’t have to look past your easel and toward the center of the room.

Looking around the room at the other students, you were surprised to see that none of them were nearly as phased as you were. Maybe you were just being silly and immature - you had to suck it up and pretend that this wasn’t something unusual for an artist like you.

Once you had finished setting up all the supplies that you could’ve possibly set up, you sat back in your seat and waited with everyone else for your teacher to arrive. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the middle of the room, trying your best not to let your cheeks flush again as you stared.

Before you had even gotten the chance to study the subject, your teacher made her usual loud entrance, starting to list off your instructions for the day’s assignment before her feet had even stepped through the doorway.

Your gaze traveled back to the man in the middle of the room, not being able to help but chuckle when you saw how wide his eyes were as he watched your teacher run around the room, her hands flying up in the air as she described how exactly she wanted your drawings to turn out. You were used to her crazy antics by now, but it was always quite amusing to see other peoples’ reactions to her.

Your teacher entered your line of sight, placing her hand on the man’s clothed shoulder, making him jump slightly under her touch.

“Now don’t get all flustered, kids. I picked a good-looking one for your own sake, so if you screw it up, I wouldn’t look forward to the next assignment like this one.” your teacher turned to wink at the man before stepping away from him. “And...you may begin.”

The man nodded toward her before standing up from his seat, untying the belt of his robe and sliding it casually off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and kicking it aside with his bare foot.

You hid your face - which had most likely turned bright red - behind your sketchbook, quickly pretending to be looking through your supplies as you noticed your teacher approaching you from the corner of your eye.

“You know you can’t be like this, right?” she whispered in your ear, leaning down with her hands behind her back. “You need to become comfortable with these kinds of situations, even if it means forcing yourself. Just don’t think of him as a real person. Think of him as...a statue. Hm?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you sat up straight, gripping a pencil between your fingers as you slowly averted your eyes past your sketchbook.

His features were sharp, and you had a hard time finding any flaws in him as you transferred his appearance to your paper. His hair was straight and black, hanging just above his soft eyes, which looked as if they were smiling even though his mouth wasn’t. His cheekbones and jawline shaped his face perfectly, the most proportional face you had ever seen. And his body...well, I guess you could say that it was like statue.

You cursed your teacher for choosing him as your model - how was anyone possibly supposed to do justice to this beautiful man?

The time went by much too quickly, your teacher warning you that you had just fifteen minutes left to touch up your work. You panicked, searching to find anything that you could do to make your work better in that short amount of time.

Before you knew it, your teacher was yelling for you to drop your pencils, grabbing the man’s hand and shaking it as she thanked him for his work.

You leaned back in your chair and looked at your drawing as a whole for the first time. Honestly, it was probably the best you had ever done - but it wasn’t even half as beautiful as the actual man had looked.

You sighed, taking your time in starting to collect your things, waiting impatiently for your teacher to leave the room. When she did, you took a few supplies back out of their bag and focused back on your drawing, working quickly at fixing a few things that you hadn’t had time to fix before.

“Are you allowed to work after time’s up?”

The deep voice coming from the other side of your easel nearly gave you a heart attack, your pencil slipping from your fingers and onto the floor. You peeked over the top of your sketchbook, watching as the now-clothed man bent down, picking up your pencil before handing it to you with his slim fingers.

“Uh, not exactly…” you muttered, hesitantly taking your pencil from him and setting it on your easel. “I just...needed to fix a few things, and…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to rat you out.” he said, the edges of his mouth curving up in a smile. You quickly looked down, already feeling your heart rate quicken just thinking about seeing his bright smile. “I guess it’s kind of weird to have done...that...and not even know the name of the guy. Usually, I introduce myself before modeling, but your teacher was quite intimidating.” he chuckled, pulling his hand over the sketchbook and holding it out toward you. “I’m Jaebum.”

You stared at his hand for a moment, before slowly raising your own and shaking hands with him. You introduced yourself quietly, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Would you mind if I looked at your work?” Jaebum asked, tapping his finger against the top of your sketchbook.

“Uh, sure…” you scooted your chair back as he made his way around your easel, putting his hands on his hips as he examined the drawing.

“I just don’t understand how people can do this kind of stuff.” he shook his head, a smirk on his face as he looked over at you. “This is amazing, really. Probably the best I’ve ever seen - and I’ve seen a lot.”

You felt your cheeks flush, trying not to smile too wide as you quietly thanked him.

“Well, uh, I guess I better go…” you said, lowering your head to collect your supplies once again. Jaebum nodded, stepping away from you and toward his own things at the center of the room.

You shouldn’t have let yourself get so ridiculously flustered over your interaction with him, knowing that it’d make you into a complete klutz. Somehow, in an attempt to carry everything in your arms at once, you managed to trip over your own stupid feet, stumbling and falling to the floor, everything that you had been holding scattering across the room.

“Oh!” Jaebum turned when he heard the loud noise, rushing toward you when he saw what had happened. “Are you okay?”

You looked up at him, nodding. “Yeah...yeah, I’m fine…” you muttered, even though there was a pretty bad aching in your left knee.

“Here,” he kneeled down next to you, offering his hand to help you up. You took it, leaning your weight against him as you tried to pick yourself up. But the aching in your leg hadn’t been your imagination, for it caused you to stumble over yet again - but this time, you took Jaebum down with you.

The force from the fall had rolled you both around on the floor, ending up with Jaebum on top of you. Instead of simply picking himself up off of you, he lifted himself just enough to let you breathe, but remained hovering over you, your faces just inches apart.

“Sorry,” you breathed, your breath tickled his nose.

Jaebum smirked, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s perfectly okay.” he leaned down a little further, just enough so that the tips of your noses were barely touching. “Is...this okay?”

You inhaled sharply, your head nodding before you could even register what was happening. You were so caught up in just the idea of what he was about to do that it took you a moment to notice when he was actually doing it, when he had actually pressed his lips carefully to yours.

The kiss was short and slow, like he was just testing the waters. Jaebum pulled back afterward, looking into your eyes for permission to continue. Your eyes must have shown approval, because he leaned in again, pressing his body carefully against yours as the kiss became deeper.

“Supply...supply closet…” you whispered against his mouth, opening your eyes to wait for a response.

Jaebum nodded, quickly picking himself up before lifting you up into his arms, letting you wrap your legs around his waist as you eagerly directed him to the closet across the room.

The door had barely shut behind you both before your lips had connected again. Jaebum pushed you up against the wall, his hands on your thighs, which were still pressed tightly around his waist.

You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your hands were now roaming the body that you could barely look at without blushing nearly half an hour ago. Your eyes were closed, and yet you could still feel how perfect every dip and curve was, your fingers running over every spot on his upper half as many times as they could before he moved to lay you back down on the floor. He hovered over you as he worked at undressing you both, tossing the pieces of clothing over the boxes of sketch paper and piles of books.

Once you were both undressed, you couldn’t help but open your eyes and let them search his body again, breathless when you noticed how much more beautiful he was up close. You suddenly felt shy and vulnerable under the heaviness of his own gaze, but seeing his eyes sparkle as he brought himself closer to you again put you at ease.

You didn’t think it was possible, but somehow he felt even more perfect than he looked. His touch sent chills up your spine, his fingers making their way down your entire upper body as he kissed you.

His eyes eagerly asked for permission before he let his hands wander to your lower half, teasing with his fingers against your inner thighs as his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin on your neck. He took his time in his preparation, sliding his fingers into you one by one, seeming to worry about your own pleasure more than his own.

Hesitantly slipping his fingers out of you, he quickly positioned himself, placing one hand on your waist and the other on himself, looking up at you before taking a deep breath and sliding into you, finally allowing himself his own pleasure.

The way he treated you made you believe that it was the most beautiful love you had ever made with a man, leaving you the most content you had ever been. He was so slow and careful, not too eager and not too selfish - and definitely the most easy on the eyes. Even after your eyes had been roaming his body for the last few hours - even after your fingers had touched every inch of his body - even after seeing him at his most vulnerable as he carefully collapsed on top of you after both yours and his own climax; you had yet to find a single flaw.

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character: GOT7's JB author: rinni genre: fluff request: "Can you do scenarios when you're GOT7 manager and one of the members (your choice) likes you and you kinda like him too and your afraid of being with him because the fans and the boys actually are helping you two to be together. Love your blog ♥♥"

Jaebum.

It seemed that wherever you turned or looked, he was there. A pleasant smile and sweet, nervous words. In fact, it seemed like it was planned for you to go where he was. Call it fate or call you crazy, but you knew this was not coincidental. Something was up.

You knew there was some chemistry between the two of you, via the gentle brush of his fingers against yours, of the exceedingly long stares between interviews. It made you nervous and excited.

Nervous because he was an idol, which thousands of girls adored and pined for him. Excited because, well, he was the perfect man for you. In every shape and form, Jaebum was the ideal boyfriend you had created in your minds eye so long ago. Sweet, yet strict, calm and supportive with just a pinch of rebellious undertones. He was handsome and eye catching on top of that. But the again, /he was an idol/. He was perfect to not only you, but to all of his loyal fans. What you assumed was chemistry could just be the normal fan service he was so use to delivering to fans. Could it be that it was just his instinct to behave like that around girls, even  with his manager? Maybe. "Jaebum looks good in this shot," Jr said from over your shoulder, inspecting the photos on the small monitor. You hummed in agreement, letting Bambam squeeze in beside you to look. Currently, you and the boys were at another photo shoot, exhausted and ready to call it a day. Only Yugyeom and Youngjae needed to be done then you could take them all back to their dorm to unwind. The photographer called you over and you wiggled your way out from between the two others. "I finished this kid. Who's next?" You waved over Youngjae, smiling at him. "Noona," he asked sweetly, "could you grab me a cool water? I am super thirsty and would like one after shooting." His tone seemed almost... forced. You nodded, heading off and leaving Youngjae to model. You found that the cooler was empty of bottles. There was a smaller sized cooler in the staff car, so you quickly left the set and made a jog out into the autumn air. Shivering a bit, you kept your pace until you reached the vehicle  you went to open the doors, surprised to find it jammed. "Come on," you whispered, feeling the tingles of cold air run along your skin, "just open...!" "Let me help." A warm chest pressed against your back, long arms reaching around you to slid the side door open. You jumped a little, fully aware whose deep voice that belonged to. "What are you doing out here?" "Jaebum..." you stared, turning from the interior of the van to look at him. His face looked even more masculine and handsome in the dim light. "Did you follow me out?" He smirked, chuckling. "Of course. I don't want my beautiful manager getting mugged." You blushed, turning your head to try and hide it. You hit his chest. "Get back inside. If someone sees us like this, they'll think we're in a relationship." He said nothing, not moving either. After a few moments of silence, he spoke. "So? Maybe I want to be in a relationship with you." You sputtered, cheeks now flaming. You looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth gaping. "Don't say that! Your fans would disapprove of something so silly-!" "But you feel it, don't you?" He cut you off, hands skidding from your shoulders to your waist. "You get that feeling in your heart whenever I'm around, just like the feeling I get around you." Your heart was racing a mile a minute and your cheeks felt like fire. "Jae, you're an idol-" He squeezed your hips in his hands, efficiently quieting you. "Idols date all the time." He leaned closer. "Whose to say I can't be one of those idols?" You tried to say something, but you found your mouth occupied by gentle, warm lips. Jaebum - the ideal man after your own heart, the love of girls around the world - had his lips on yours. You didn't even have that registered when you started kissing back. He broke away breathlessly, grinning happily and slightly flushed. "Is it official? Are we no longer just flirting?" 'Yes' was your instant reply. He laughed again, taking your hand in his. "Good. Now let's get that water and go back inside." You blinked, watching him reach around you to grab the small cooler with his other hand. "Wait. How did you know I came out here for water? I didn't tell you." He froze, sheepishly looking back at you. "Ah, the boys and I might have planned this... Who knows for sure though?" You glared, but let him off the hook. You would thank the boys later.

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character: GOT7's JB author: fifi genre: smut request:  notes: ahh, Meagan being a sweetheart as usual ;; we're all blushing over your compliments, thank you so much lovely! You know I loved writing this scenario, I hope you enjoy!! (if you guys didn't know, Meagan was an original admin of GanjiFics along with me! She isn't an admin anymore, but it's so sweet knowing that she still reads our scenarios ;;; ) This scenario turned out super, super long, I hope that's okay!! WARNINGS: rated M

You leaned your elbows against the bar, holding your drink in one hand and picking at your nails with the other. The band that was supposed to perform that night was taking entirely too long to start, and usually you’d let yourself progressively get drunk during the set, but you were getting much too bored as you waited and you figured you’d get an early start.

You craned your neck when you noticed movement on the stage, trying to see over the heads of the gathering crowd as the band started to get set up. They hadn’t turned the stage lights on yet, though, so it was almost impossible to see their faces from far away. You took a big sip of your drink before hopping off the barstool and heading toward the crowd. You lingered around the back of the group of people, which is what you usually did until the band started to play. You didn’t want to get close to the stage until the band started - because if they were bad, it was much easier to escape.

You felt yourself getting jittery as the band did a quick soundcheck, taking excited sips from your drink and wishing they’d hurry up and start their set. It had been a little while since you had seen a show at this bar, and you were eager to know whether this band would be any good.

The band started to play their first song, which you had mistaken for still being soundcheck, because the stage lights hadn’t yet come on and the intro was just slow strums from the lead guitar. But a few seconds into the song, the spotlight turned on, causing the leader to squint as his eyes adjusted to the light. You instantly stood yourself up on your tiptoes as he started to sing the first verse, a somewhat slow guitar riff still playing in the background. You absentmindedly started to elbow your way into the crowd, who were still standing calmly and waiting for the beat to kick in.

As soon as you were closer to the stage, you noticed that the singer also had a guitar hanging from his shoulders, his eyes closed and concentrating on both playing the guitar riff and singing the beginning verse. His soft yet raspy voice sent chills down your spine as he started to add volume to his sound, and you knew that you had to get as close to the stage as you possibly could.

You had made your way to the edge of the stage just as the rest of the lights came on and the remaining members of the band joined. The crowd behind you started to jump and move to the beat of the sudden change in volume and tempo, the song becoming more aggressive and rock-like than it had started out.

After a quick guitar solo, the singer joined in again, his voice much louder now, with more edge and raspiness to it. You leaned your arms against the stage, starting to jump with the rest of the crowd and get into the music. As many shows as you had seen in the last few years at that bar, none of the acts had impressed you as much as this one had - and it was only their first song.

The rest of their set didn’t disappoint, either. They continued with mind-blowing guitar solos, catchy beats and easy phrases that allowed the crowd to sing along with them. But none of that compared at all to anything the lead singer did.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. You weren’t even sure what the other members looked like, or what instruments they played, because you were so focused on the leader. His voice was the perfect mixture of sweet and salty; beautiful while still having the right amount of edge to be able to sing rock music. His guitar playing was unbelievable, his fingers running up and down the frets effortlessly. And not to mention his looks, which were definitely easy on the eyes.

Usually at these shows, you like to add a little more entertainment into them by trying to see how easy it would be to catch the band’s attention, whether it be during their set or afterward. Of course, it usually wasn’t that hard, since you had a pretty face and weren’t very careful with what you wore to a bar like this.

Tonight, you were still focused on trying to get their attention, but it wasn’t just for fun this time. You were pretty much swooning over the leader, and you made it your goal to at least talk to him after his set.

The band finished their closing song, smiling at the cheering crowd as they carried their instruments off stage. While the other people in the crowd relaxed and started to chat with each other about the show, you immediately pushed yourself through them and toward the bar, where you knew the band would be headed as soon as they set their instruments down.

Of course, you were right. As soon as you had sat down and ordered a drink, you turned around to find the band stumbling over to the bar, leaning on each other for support as they tiredly wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

You kept your eye on the leader, who leaned against the bar just a few seats away from you and started to order from the bartender. As soon as he was finished and the bartender started to walk down the bar toward you, you held out your hand to get his attention, gesturing for him to lean in closer before you spoke.

“That guy’s tab is on me.” you whispered, pointing over at the band’s leader with your thumb. “Tell him that he did a fantastic job tonight.”

The bartender raised their eyebrows, but nodded before continuing to walk down the bar. You sighed, nervously rubbing your face. He was probably going to think you were some weird idiot. Who even buys drinks for people anymore? You hadn’t had a man pay for your drink in years...and you had never even paid for a guy’s drink. What had gotten into you?

Your stomach churned as the bartender walked back down the bar toward the band, who had hopped up onto stools and were loudly trying to talk to each other over all the other noise in the room. The bartender set down the leader’s drink first, leaning over the bar to whisper something in his ear before cocking his head in your direction. You quickly looked away, trying to act like you weren’t paying attention as you felt eyes on you.

You continued to avoid looking in his direction, afraid of making awkward eye contact with him - which is why you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt someone’s hand on your back, the stool next to you squeaking as someone put their weight on it.

You turned your head quickly to instantly meet eyes with the leader, who was smiling brightly at you, moving his hand up to your shoulder as he spoke.

“Thanks for the drink, and the compliment. My name’s Jaebum.”

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  Usually, after getting a band members’ attention at a show, you’d be satisfied and take the first opportunity to disappear, leaving them wondering where you had gone and why you had left when they had obviously been showing interest in you. You found it funny how easy it was to get their attention, but it was even funnier when you’d tease them and leave them wanting more of something that they hadn’t had in the first place.

But with Jaebum, you seemed to never be satisfied. You sat at that bar and talked for hours; and usually you’d get tired of a guy by that time, but it wasn’t that way at all. You couldn’t get enough of his voice, which was even more beautiful when he talked than it was when he sang. His face was even more flawless up close, his smile wide and his laugh bright and loud. There was nothing about him that you didn’t like.

Which was why you couldn’t say no when he asked you to follow him backstage. As soon as you had replied, he enthusiastically grabbed your hand and pulled you off the barstool, making his way past his band members and toward the doors next to the stage without a word.

“There’s this dressing room that we could go in...I mean, it’s not like a really nice dressing room, just a room with a couch and a few mirrors. Plus, we all have to share it and it’s kind of a mess. But it’s better than most other places we could go…” Jaebum explained as he led you down a short hallway, stopping in front of one of the rooms and twisting the door knob. Before opening the door, though, he looked over his shoulder and raised one eyebrow at you as he said, “Plus, this room has a lock.”

  As soon as the door had been shut behind you, Jaebum gently pushed you up against the wall, one hand running up your thigh as his lips attached to your neck, his teeth nipping and pulling at the sensitive spots of skin there. You clenched your fingers around the sleeve of his sweaty t-shirt, trying to hold back noises of pleasure as he pressed himself against you, his lips making their way up your neck and connecting hard with your own lips. The cold metal of his lip ring scraped against your skin as he moved his mouth, his tongue wrestling with yours as his free hand clutched the back of your neck.

After a few minutes, he moved both of his hands to the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist without having to break the kiss. He effortlessly carried you to the couch across the room, laying you down and carefully climbing on top of you, squeezing his knees against either side of your hips in his best attempt to straddle you on the limited amount of couch space.

As he started to kiss you again, he ran his calloused fingers under your shirt and up the soft skin of your stomach, as elegantly as he had run them up the neck of his guitar. He gently cupped your breasts from over your bra, his grip becoming harder and more eager as your kiss became more and more heated.

As soon as he started to rub his lower half against you, your hands hurried to pull his shirt over his head, exposing a tattooed chest like that of his arms. You ran your fingers down the expanse of his sweaty chest as he worked on unbuttoning your skin-tight jeans, only pulling them down to your knees before giving up and starting to work on his own.

Before his pants had even made it to the floor, he was back to kissing you, one hand on your breast and the other teasing and playing at the sensitive skin between your thighs. He seemed to know all of your sensitive spots, and you wondered if it was from experience or if he was just actually that perfect.

Finally, he stopped teasing you, slipping one and then two fingers inside of you, moving them around and immediately hitting all the right spots. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as he started to kiss at your neck again, trying your best to muffle your moans into his sweaty shoulder.

He whispered a question of permission in your ear before eagerly pulling out his fingers and positioning himself between your legs, looking up at you once more and waiting for an eager nod of approval before thrusting himself into you.

With every connection of your two lower halves, your breaths became quicker as you bit your lip and tried to hold back screaming moans. As you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, you clutched the muscle of Jaebum’s tattooed arms, your nails digging deep into the inked skin as his movements became more eager.

“Jae - Jae - Jaebum!” you moaned, squeezing his arms with your fingers as hard as you could one last time before relaxing them, along with the rest of your body.

Jaebum rested himself on top of you, his forehead against your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. You moved your hands up to his head, running your fingers through his tousled hair and smiling as your breathing slowed.

“Sing to me.” you breathed.

“Hm?” he sighed, his warm breath tickling the skin of your bare shoulder.

“Sing me one of your songs. That first one that you played, sing me the beginning.”

You felt a quick wind of breath against your skin as Jaebum let out a chuckle. He rolled himself over, both of you laying on your sides facing each other so you could both (barely) fit on the couch. Jaebum wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him, one hand on the back of your head as you rested it into the crook of his neck. You relaxed against his warm embrace as he began to hum the song’s guitar riff, before softly singing the words of the first verse with a raspy throat, his voice practically making your heart melt.

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character: GOT7's JB author: fifi genre: fluff request: "heyyyy can you pretty please write a fluff scenario when either jb or jr are really clingy bc they want your attention (you're a couple) like even when you are making food he keeps on giving you back hugs and when you're with your friends too thank you!" notes: I usually don't write the Got7 scenarios, but we've been getting a lot and I thought it'd help admin Rinni out! I hope that's okay, and I hope you enjoy the scenario~!

You ignored the quiet sound of bare feet pattering against the kitchen tile, knowing that the noise was Jaebum’s failed attempt at sneaking up behind you. You anticipated the feeling of arms wrapping around you and a head resting on your shoulder - and you weren’t disappointed, as that was exactly what he did once he made it to where you were standing at the counter.

“What’re you doing?” he asked into your ear, peeking over your shoulder to watch your hands.

“Making sandwiches,” you answered quickly, focused on putting the different ingredients perfectly onto the slices of bread.

“Mmm.” Jaebum nodded against your shoulder. “Don’t you remember that we’re going out to dinner with your friends in a few hours, though?”

“Yes, I remember.” you replied, finishing the sandwiches and lightly shaking him off before turning to face him. “I just wanted to make us something small to eat beforehand, so that we didn’t eat too much in front of them.”

“Are you calling me a pig?” Jaebum asked with a smile, reaching around you to grab one of the sandwiches and purposefully taking a large bite out of it.

“Yes, I am.” you replied, laughing as you watched him struggle to chew and swallow the large amount of food in his mouth.

You both sat down at the table, Jaebum quickly devouring the rest of his sandwich as you slowly worked at yours. While he was waiting for you to finish, he grabbed your legs and propped them up on his lap, rubbing your feet as he told you stories about the funny things that had happened at practice the day before.

Once you were finished eating, you waited for a pause in his story to butt in.

“Jaebum, I think we should probably go get ready.”

“Hm? Okay,” he picked up your feet and set them softly on the ground, announcing that he was going to take a quick shower and that you could have the bathroom afterward. He kissed your cheek before hurrying down the hallway, and you listened for the water to start before getting up and making your way to the bedroom.

You stood in front of your closet in deliberation for a good fifteen minutes, trying to think of what would be best to wear. You decided on one of Jaebum’s favorite outfits of yours, quickly slipping it on before going over to your mirror and working out your hair and makeup.

Jaebum knocked before entering the bedroom, still in the process of drying his hair in a towel as he stood behind you, looking at you through the mirror.

“Stand up! Let me see!” he said, stepping back and motioning with one hand for you to get up. You shook your head, but ultimately obeyed his commands and stood up from your chair, twirling around in a circle and smiling at him.

“Beautiful!” he exclaimed with a bright smile, grabbing your face with his hands and kissing your nose. “Now get out! I need to get dressed.”

You nodded, laughing as you exited the bedroom. You went around the house to switch off all the lights before going over to the front door and slipping on your shoes and jacket. After making you wait a few long minutes, Jaebum appeared from around the corner, striking a ridiculous pose and flashing a smile.

“How do I look? As good as you do?”

You laughed, clapping your hands together. “Yes! Very handsome!”

“Well, I disagree,” Jaebum stated, moving toward you. “There’s no way I could look as good as you do. I don’t think anyone can.”

“Jaebum…” you blushed, hitting him on the shoulder as he slipped his shoes onto his feet.

You made your way out the door, Jaebum insisting on driving to the restaurant. Being his over-the-top gentlemanly self, he made sure to hold every door open for you; from the car door to the restaurant entrance - even pulling out your chair as you approached the table and greeted your friends.

You chatted with your friends about everything important that had been happening, as you hadn’t seen them in a few months. Whenever Jaebum felt that he wasn’t involved in the conversation, he’d grab your hand or lay his head on your shoulder, to make sure you were aware that he was still present. After he had done it a few times, you decide to shoo him away for a moment so you could talk to your friends privately.

“Hey, Jaebum?” you cooed, turning to face him.

“Hmm?”

“Could you…” you looked down at the table, grabbing your half-empty drink glass and holding it toward him. “could you go get me a refill?”

Jaebum took the glass from your hand and nodded, jumping out of his chair and disappearing among the other tables. You quickly turned back to your friends and leaned in.

“What do you guys think of Jaebum?”

“What do you mean?” one of them asked, furrowing her eyebrows and taking a quick sip from her glass of water.

“Like...do you think he’s too...clingy?”

Your other friend shook her head immediately. “No, I think it’s adorable! The way he always wants your attention like that. Like...like a little puppy!” she leaned in toward you. “Why? Do you think it’s annoying?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” you leaned back in your chair, nervously picking at a loose string on the tablecloth. “I just don’t want to be viewed as one of those couples. You know...the ones that are attached at the hip, and can’t keep their hands off each other? The ones that everyone scoffs at as they walk past them on the street?”

“I don’t think you guys are like that at all.”

“Yeah! It’s not like you guys are making out in public all the time or anything.”

You nodded, seeing Jaebum approaching the table out of the corner of your eye. As he set your glass down in front of you and plopped back in his chair, you kissed him on the cheek and thanked him.

“Are you in a better mood now?” he asked, smiling at you.

“What do you…” you thought quickly about the situation before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“Good.” Jaebum chuckled, grabbing your hand and clutching it with both of his. “I hate when you’re in the ‘push-Jaebum-away’ mood. It’s no fun.”