Jaebeom: fought with a friend over a chair and won don't ask but the moment i sat down, the whole thing crumbled to pieces it was made of WOOD i-
Jackson: tried to match someone's positive energy and ended up in a shouting match with them
Jinyoung: got caught making a disgusted face at someone
Youngjae: released our pet turtles into a lake and later pretended to be surprised when the local newspaper took a photo of them and claimed that species were coming back to that area
Bambam: got chased by a goose
Yugyeom: while going out, a piece of bark fell from a tree and smacked me straight in the face. I thought a stone hit me 😭
dad7 single father jaebeom, jayb's little sister reader, bsf youngjae, jjproject besties, mark tuan x reader.
jayb is too busy to balance his kid's new extracurriculars on top of the latest project he's been working overtime to complete, so you step in to pick seungmin up from gymnastics practice only to find the new instructor to be more than either of you bargained for. you're a little smitten. jaebeom wishes he had just asked jinyoung to pick up his kid instead. young squared besties are so amused and definitely already helping you plan your wedding to the man you met two hours ago for the first time ever.
"Please do not fuck my kid's gymnastics instructor." Jaebeom pinches the bridge of his nose.
"I'm not going to fuck your son's gymnastics instructor." You assure your brother.
Jaebeom eyes you for a second, not trusting your easy surrender. You've never let him away with anything without a fight in your entire lives and he doesn’t believe you're going to start now. You’re both far too stubborn for that. You hold out your hand to pinky promise him. As childish as it seems, it works for the two of you. He knows how seriously you take your promises.
"At least, not until the session is finished."
Jaebeom sighs. He expected that much. You smile at him until he reaches over to push your face away with his free hand. You just grin. That's not a no.
"Fine."
You untwine your fingers and he looks you over one more time. He must see that you mean it because he does believe you then. He relaxes, leaning back in his chair with a sigh as he sips at his beer.
"Please don’t tell me about it."
You shrug. "I can't promise not to mention it, but I'll make sure not to say anything in front of Minnie."
He nods. That's about what he expected. You might enjoy stressing years off of his life but he knows how much you love his kid. In fact, Jaebeom's son might just be your favourite member of the family. He's your spitting image in miniature form with an iron will and a personality your brother must have copy pasted. They make the exact same exasperated faces at you but Seungmin's is cuter. You’re not entirely sure why the kid likes you so much, because as doting as you are you know you annoy him and he’s getting to the age where he finds your affection more a nuisance than reassuring. Still, he lets you get away with your hugs and kisses with an eye roll worthy of Jaebeom's pride every time, only pushing you away when you get too embarrassing.
If there's one thing you're good at it, it's smothering your nephew in affection the way you tend to struggle to express yourself to anyone else. Except perhaps Youngjae. He doesn’t really count because even Jaebeom is affectionate with your best friend. Youngjae is an exception to just about everything.
You turn back to your brother. "When does the season end anyway? Is there even a season? How does gymnastics work?"
Jaebeom sighs, running a hand over his face. "This is what I get for not letting you talk me into signing Min up for circus school."
You just shrug. "You know he'd fit right in."
"My son is not an acrobat."
You blink. "Could have fooled me."
He shakes his head and sinks back comfortably into his chair. "You're a terrible influence."
"Yes, but you love me."
He’s let his guard down too soon. He knows promises are sacred to you, but he forgets how you twist words to suit your own meaning and find loopholes in everything. It’s how you motivated him through law school. Being annoying was your job as a sibling, testing all his cases and theories was simply a side benefit of being the way you were.
Jaebeom just grunts. "Unfortunately."
Sure it led to many little fights over the years but it also made him better at what he did. And sometimes you didn't have the words to tell him you were proud of everything he had accomplished, so you hoped the gestures showed it instead. He worked hard and he was a great brother, and an even better dad. At the end of the day, he's still your only sibling however.
You nearly forget your best friend sits between you until you speak again.
"I'm going to marry him."
Jaebeom nearly chokes on his drink, Youngjae doubling over in laughter as he pats his back.
"You, what?!"
You'd come over for what was supposed to be a few drinks and to make your brother dinner while your mother had Jaebeom's son for the evening. Youngjae offered to drive and helped you pick everything up. He was always welcome at your place, and your brothers. He was kind of your third sibling at this point.
"You heard me Beomie."
Jinyoung pauses where he's just stepped out onto the porch and you blink at him. He has a standing invitation to Jaebeom's house. They've been attached at the hip since they met in college and got assigned partners in their first class together. Jinyoung is like your extended older brother. They've done everything together for nearly ten years now, except having kids. Your brother went off on a little bit of a side quest with that one.
"Thoughts on Beomie junior's gymnastics teacher?" You ask as you get another drink out of the cooler beside you.
"Mark?" He shrugs. "He's a nice guy. Handsome, smart, a little shy but easy enough to get along with. Very much your type."
Jaebeom swats at his best friend as Jinyoung drops into the seat on his other side. "Please don’t encourage her."
"Why?" Jinyoung takes the cold beer you pass him and settles in comfortably. "I'm all for team y/nie getting married."
You flash him a smile. He might be your brother’s best friend but you've always liked Jinyoung. You see why Jaebeom has such a soft spot for him. Plus, he often takes your side in annoying your brother which wins him points in your book.
"You're just excited because she dubbed you the wedding planner." Jaebeom scoffs.
You can see him rolling his eyes out of the corner of yours as he sips his beer. He's already sulking. It makes you smile because you know Jaebeom would be the first one to spend his time perfecting every detail to make sure you got the wedding of your dreams if it was what you wanted. He complains but he's always given you everything. You know you’re spoiled. You've been rich in love and friendship for a long time and you're grateful for all three men seated around you this evening.
"Actually that's me." Youngjae chimes in. "She's /my/ best friend thank you very much."
Jaebeom blinks. "I thought you wanted to be her best man."
You roll your eyes and share a look with Jinyoung. He nods and you sigh. Thank the gods someone gets it. He swings an arm around your brother's back and pulls him into his side.
"That's your job."
You nod. "It’s in the big brother handbook."
Your brother turns to you. "Wait, seriously?"
You'd laugh if you weren't so exasperated. It's funny sometimes how observant he can be about everything else and yet completely miss the obvious that lies right under his nose. You don’t know how he didn't expect this. You’re pretty sure you had talked about it before you broke off your engagement a few summers ago now. Not that you'd dated much since then but still. It hadn't been that long, had it?
"Lim Jaebeom you've been there for every milestone in my life. I was in the delivery room while your son was born. Why the fuck would I want anyone else by my side at my own wedding?"
He blinks. "I just kind of always thought you'd want it to be Youngjae. You've been best friends since third grade. You two were attached at the hip growing up and then in college we had a running bet to see if you'd date."
You blink at this revelation, turning first to Jinyoung and then to your best friend. "We?"
Jinyoung grins and claps your brother's back. "We."
You sigh. Youngjae leans in to press his cheek to yours. You lean into the warmth as he slips an arm around your shoulders. His head moves to rest on top of yours. You'd curse him for being tall if it wasn't kind of nice in times like this. And if it was anyone except the man who had once been the boy who helped you when you struggled learning to tie your shoes, who never once laughed at you for always trailing after your "cool" older brother like a pathetic little puppy, and who had taken the blame when you'd accidentally backed into a pole in the mall parking lot in your mother's old beater practicing because Jaebeom was too busy to teach you how to drive now that you were in high school.
At this point, Choi Youngjae could get away with pretty much anything. He didn’t often try. Maybe that was part of why you let him when he did. You'd let a lot more than a little affection slide for your best friend. He had earned it.
Youngjae peers at Jinyoung from over the top of your head, chair leaning dangerously towards yours as he somehow balances it on two legs as he hugs you from the side. "How much did he lose on that one?"
You sigh again and Jaebeom's eyes narrow at your best friend.
Jinyoung grins. "Too much."
Jaebeom sighs but doesn’t even move to shut his best friend up. It wouldn't be any use anyway. Jinyoung loves few things more than some good gossip. Especially when it involves his friends.
You do laugh then. "Wait, really?"
Your brother rolls his eyes and flips you the finger. "You're such a hopeless romantic. I figured what better trope than best friends to lovers for you. Besides, I'd actually approve of Jae."
You shake your head and run your fingers through Youngjae's hair as your friend leans his head against your shoulder.
"I get that from you, mister one night stand with the hot doctor he met at a conference that gave him a kid he loves to death." You grin at your brother’s expression and push on. "But it was never like that with us."
He sips his beer and leans back in his chair. "I know. It would have been easier if you were. I'd like Youngjae as a brother-in-law."
You share a glance at that and laugh. "We know."
Jinyoung hums. "He tried so hard to play matchmaker between you both and it never worked."
You share a glance and Youngjae wrinkles his nose at you. "I love you with like my entire heart but ew."
You grin. "I know what you mean." You turn back to Jaebeom. "I'd actually rather kiss a frog."
He sighs. "Yeah that's pretty much what you said every time I asked about him as a romantic prospect."
Youngjae nods. "Is that why you were always so pissy when Jinyoung set her up with blind dates?"
Your brother nods. "He was sabotaging the bet."
You grin. "He was always going to win."
Jaebeom leans his head back, staring at the sky as if imploring it to swallow him up. "I hate when he wins."
You all laugh. "We know."
You lean forward to tap your can against Jinyoung's bottle, Youngjae soon joining you and clinking his bottle enthusiastically against your friends. The three of you share a look, smiles growing, and no words are needed to know you’re all enjoying Jaebeom's frustration.
You get up, stretching and downing the rest of your drink. "The meat should be almost done, I'll grab a plate."
Jinyoung gets up to check the grill and Youngjae follows to help him. Jaebeom trails you inside.
"You really meant it earlier, what you said about Mark?"
You turn your head to look back over your shoulder at him. "Mhm."
"Why?"
He doesn’t have to elaborate. You've never really been so invested in a man. They tend not to catch your eye like this. Jaebeom is nothing if not curious.
You smile softly and shrug. "He's funny, he clearly loves what he does and he's cute."
He nods. "All things you like in people."
You shove his shoulder with yours. "I don’t know Beom, there's just something about him. He feels... warm. It sounds silly and I don’t know how to explain it but I want to get to know more about him."
He considers this. "It’s the smile."
You share a look. Jaebeom raises one eyebrow. You sigh.
Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, nothing serious
WC: 813
Summary: Yugyeom...is a hot mess. But maybe it's worth it.
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Yugyeom…is a hot mess. If you could describe him in three words, that would be all the vocabulary you need. He stays up indescribably late, he ignores his allergies in favour of getting pets and not cleaning his house, the list is just too long. You’d think as a twenty-three-year-old he would have some basic life skills down. But alas. He does not.
Take now, for instance. Yugyeom is standing in line at a local cafe, and yet he doesn’t know what to order. And instead of looking at the menu, he’s staring at the case of bagels, hoping that maybe that would spark some inspiration as to what to order.
“I can take the next customer!” Shit. Yugyeom walks up to the register and it definitely doesn’t help that the employee is adorable, with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. Look, Yugyeom’s a fucking simp, all right? “Hi, what can I get you today?”
“Um.” Yugyeom’s panicking. “Can I have a black coffee with…um…caramel?”
The barista nods, lips pressed together to avoid laughing at Yugyeom’s questionable order. Still cute. Their name tag reads (Y/N) and Yugyeom mouths the name, letting it roll off his tongue. (Silently though, he doesn’t think he could take even more embarrassment.) “Would you like anything else with that?”
“No, thanks.” The pin pad beeps and Yugyeom goes to slide his card. He swipes it cleanly once. Then twice. Then a third time. Why isn’t his card working? Yugyeom panics harder, sliding it once more.
“You’re sliding the wrong side,” (Y/N) kindly interjects, a smile still on their face. Yugyeom clamps his mouth shut and he can hear his teeth clack together as he flips his card and tries once more.
Again with the error. Yugyeom sweats and he might actually cry if this keeps up. (Y/N) is staring at the keypad, smile gone, with a look that Yugyeom can’t quite name on their face. Probably confusion at how this grown man can’t seem to swipe a card correctly. “Um…you’re now swiping the card upside down.”
Yugyeom wishes really, really hard that he could just disappear on the spot. But alas, the world is against him today and any other day. “Sorry,” he mumbles out instead, swiping the card correctly this time.
“That’s all right,” (Y/N) smiles kindly, “I’ve had those days too.” Yugyeom offers a wobbly smile in return, turning to leave so that the next customer can order.
Except…as previously mentioned…the world is working against him. He trips over his own feet and crashes right into the pastry display. A loud, resounding crack is heard and Yugyeom regrets deciding to even step out of his apartment for the day. He slowly lifts his head from where he smacked it against the counter and winces at the large crack going through the glass pane. He’s glad it didn’t shatter but…he sighs at the amount he will have to pay to repair that.
“Oh, my God,” he can hear them gasp. “Jinyoung, come out here and take orders. Someone fell down.” Yugyeom silently appreciates how they didn’t call attention to how it was definitely his fault that he fell. He carefully sits back up, eyes trained on the floor as a sense of defeat overcomes him.
A warm hand touches his shoulder gently. “Sorry,” Yugyeom mumbles out before they can say anything, not even looking up from the floor. “I’ll pay for the damages.”
“Don’t worry about that,” (Y/N) tells him, “we’ll figure that out later. Come to the back and sit down, your head’s bleeding.”
Yugyeom nods and lets them lead him into the backroom, where they sit him down and quickly run to grab a cool, damp towel. As they press it to his head, they cluck their tongue and sigh, and Yugyeom feels the need to apologise. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t know why I’m so clumsy today.”
They laugh a little. “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us. I just hope you’re not too badly hurt, yeah?” They subconsciously drum their fingers against his head and a shiver runs down Yugyeom’s spine.
“Thank you,” he mumbles out again and smiles up at them shyly from underneath his bangs. “...Could I buy you a coffee?”
(Y/N)'sr eyes crinkle as they return his smile. “Sorry, I don’t drink coffee.” His heart almost stops in embarrassment for the second time today, but then they continue talking. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to tea.”
“Tea? I could do that. When are you off? We could go to that new place across the street?” Yugyeom’s shy and he just knows if his roommates catch wind of this the teasing will never end.
“It’s a date.”
Yugyeom falls off the chair but even through the sound of their laughter, he can’t help but grin. Maybe his ineptitude is worth it.
If there was anyone you didn’t want to start a prank war with, it was BamBam. Sure, Yugyeom was a menace, but he knew when to stop. BamBam had no such weaknesses. He believed in conquering and winning battles.
Hence, the reason you were holed up in a broom closet, waiting for him to walk by. You’d gotten a bucket of slime and were determined to make him regret putting bugs in your desk. You’d taken on the desk job as a favor to Jaebeom but had no intention of letting BamBam get away with his prank.
You held your breath as you heard his voice. With one hand on the doorknob and the other on your mop bucket filled with hot pink ooze, you waited. Just when you saw a flash of his platinum blonde hair, you burst out the door. BamBam was on his phone and didn’t notice the door open behind him.
His screech as the cold, sticky slime doused him echoed throughout the building.
“_____! What the hell?!” He looked at the neon puddle around his feet, shoes no doubt ruined. “I just bought these!”
“You didn’t give a shit when you poured a bucket of spiders in my desk drawer!” You counted throwing the bucket down with a loud clack. “I told you on day one, don’t start shit you can’t finish. When you laughed your ass off while I tried to empty my desk, I told you I’ll get you back for that.”
His jaw snapped shut. Though rage burned in his eyes, he didn’t speak. Instead, he nodded with a strained smile and replied through tight lips, “You’re right.”
✧ Got7 Yugyeom x fem!reader
✧ feat. the rest of Got7
✧ words: ~7.2k
✧ genre: humor, fluff, a bit of angst
✧ warnings: mentions of cheating, cursing, depiction of violence
Desc.: You’ve been cheated on by your now ex-boyfriend Jihun, and your friends want to convince you to take revenge on him.
Author’s note: I totally did not get the idea from watching this one insta-reel and the All Your Fault MV being burned into my memory.
“He what?!” Youngjae blurts out upon hearing your words, before repeating them. “He cheated on you with that girl from astronomy club?!” With how outraged he is, he almost manages to spit the contents of his mouth all across the table as he yells a bit too loudly. You’re in the middle of your regular restaurant that the 8 of you come to every second Friday night, whenever the older members of your squad can leave work a bit earlier and get out of taking part in their respective company dinners.
“Yeah, but it’s fine,” you sigh, trying to push your feelings aside as soon as you sense that pain in your chest, that’s been trying to rip you apart for the last few days, coming alive again. It feels as if someone had pierced through you with a spear, and the space that had once been filled with love and adoration that you could barely contain at times, now feels like it’s about to overflow from a whole new set of unpleasant emotions. “I should’ve known he was a piece of shit…” Mark, who sits to your right side next to you, sets down his metal chopsticks with a clank against the circular wooden table you’re gathered around, though the noise of the people conversing and partying all around you drowns out the sound almost completely. He lifts his hand for a second, planning to put it on your shoulder or maybe your arm for a comforting gesture, but when you involuntarily make yourself smaller in an attempt to escape the physical contact, he takes the hint and instead gives you a sympathetic expression. You’d have expected him to say something, but instead the guy to your left starts speaking.
“We can’t just let him get away with that,” Jackson says, his hands having formed fists. He too can’t possibly hide that he’s upset about you getting hurt by another guy, though he tries to keep his own anger from taking the better of him. Quite in contrast to Youngjae, who has finished chewing the piece of samgyeobsal in his mouth and is now sitting there, gaping. He’s in charge of grilling the meat today, so he swings the tongs in his hand around the table, and when his eyes meet yours, you can see the fire that sparked in his pupils.
“We’re gonna get back at him,” he announces, and at first, dismay hits you. You don’t want to see your boyfriend - or well, now ex-boyfriend - anymore, especially not so soon after finding out the truth. It’s only been mere days, not even a full week, since you caught Jihun making out with that bitch in your school’s observatorium. You were going to surprise him with self-made lunch as a late birthday present, as you couldn’t spend the day in question together due to him having to work. You find yourself wondering now if maybe he lied to you about that too, so that he could spend his birthday with the new girl instead of you. Just thinking about it sends another wave of pain through your body, to the point you feel like all your intestines are starting to cramp and contract. You’ve cried so much these past days, in between scolding yourself not to be so stupid as to let yourself drown in your own sorrows. To be honest, you’ve considered skipping tonight’s dinner, and you were glad that you didn’t, because seeing all the guys’ faces cheered you up, at least for a while. And then someone just had to bring up how it was unusual for you to talk so little, and now you told them about everything that happened. You want to throw Jaebeom, who started the whole conversation, a glare, but find that your facial muscles are too exhausted for that at the moment, and so you abort the mission, before you start sobbing in public.
“That’s childish, guys.” Jinyoung speaks up now, and in spirit you thank him for being reasonable. You wouldn’t want to cause a ruckus, with how tired of the situation you already are. “Getting back at someone who hurt you is like fighting fire with fire. That won’t get us anywhere.”
“He’s right,” Bambam chimes in and he reaches across the table and Jackson’s clenched fists to put a hand over yours. You can’t react fast enough to shrug his touch off like you had done with Mark earlier, but somehow sensing his warm palms on your fingers makes you feel a little better for as long as the brief gesture lasts. He shoots you a smile that is meant to comfort you, but comes out a bit dorky and awkward, as per usual when he tries to be serious with you. Still, you appreciate the effort. “We should focus on cheering Y/N up for now. We’re here to have a good time, after all, aren’t we?” Approving nods can be seen from the people around the table, until Jaebeom points to the person sitting between Youngjae and Bambam.
“I feel like somebody here doesn’t agree…” he remarks, and all eyes land on Yugyeom, who’s been giving the food on his plate a death glare ever since you started talking about what happened. His right hand is clenched around his chopsticks, and it looks like he’s trying to bore them through the table in front of him. His bangs are throwing a shadow across his face, but you can unmistakably see the anger in his eyes. It takes him a few seconds until he realizes everyone’s looking at him, and he tries to snap himself out of it, but fails at faking a believable smile.
“You okay, man?” Bambam asks his best friend and he gives him a slap on the upper arm, to which Yugyeom turns to face him.
“Sure…” he responds, trying to cover up his intense emotions with an awkward laugh, but again, the laugh doesn’t quite come out as he wanted it to. If there’s one thing about him that you’ve found charming from the first time you met him, then it’s the fact that he cannot hide how he feels for shit. Sure, that trait might be a disadvantage in certain situations, like right now, when it would be better if he could just pretend to be fine and join the others in trying to make you forget, but it’s also something that’s made you trust him a lot. Though you don’t see each other often since you go to different colleges, there’s a certain mutual understanding between you two. That’s why you were actually afraid that he would bring up your bad mood first, and not Jaebeom.
However, his openness is also the reason why it didn’t take you long to figure out that everyday he was hoping you would finally break up with your boyfriend. And now that it’s actually come to a not so pretty end, you wonder if he feels guilty about hoping for so long. Afraid that he would do something stupid and make the situation even worse, you finally find it in you to say something.
“Yeah let’s… just eat for now. And talk and have fun like we always do.” You stammer a bit at first, but as soon as you actually start talking it doesn’t come so hard. “I think that would help me the most right now.”
“Then how about we start by ordering a refill of this?” Jinyoung picks up the bottle of peach soju that you like so much, and he winks at you like an older brother would.
“Drinking down your sorrows helps, I heard,” Jaebeom chimes in with a smile on his lips that tells you not to take his words too seriously.
“Alcohol isn’t the solution, guys,” Mark scolds the younger guys and Jackson jumps up from his seat in a dramatic gesture. His hands have relaxed and instead of forming fists, they’re now fully stretched out on the table.
“Says the one who asks if we wanna go out for a drink everytime he has to work overtime!” Jackson returns forcefully, to which Mark raises his eyebrows and gets ready to argue back, but stays seated. He throws something at his face in Chinese, that you don’t quite understand, but from the way Jackson lets his body sink back onto his chair in resignation, you figure the older won the argument this time as well.
“Hey! If you’re going to destroy him like that, at least do it in a language we others understand too!” Bambam complains, while Jackson shoots him a glare. Hearing Jinyoung’s laugh makes your eyes wander to his face, and you see his amused expression. You wonder if he understood what Mark said, or if he’s just laughing because the guys are play-fighting as per usual. Whatever reason there might be, his amusement causes you to smile as well, and Youngjae points out your change of mood as soon as he spots the corners of your mouth that are curling up into a faint grin.
“Mark, you should keep cursing in Chinese! She seems to like that!” Youngjae laughs, when Mark retorts,
“I didn’t curse!”
“Yes you did!” Jackson yells back. “Wanna know what he called me, Y/N?” he continues, exaggeratedly upset as he leans over and bumps his upper arm into yours.
“Jackson, don’t lie!” Mark shouts across the table.
“He called me a eunuch!”
“I did not, dude?! I have seen-” Jinyoung reaches over to slap his hand across Mark’s mouth, almost elbowing Jaebeom in the face in the process.
“Hey, watch what you’re doi-” The latter is about to complain, when the words get stuck in his throat as Jinyoung’s exhorting expression wanders from Mark to Jaebeom. You chuckle again at their antics.
“I really don’t think she wants to talk about what is or isn’t in our pants, guys,” Bambam throws in, again with that slightly awkward grin on his lips.
The night passes like that, and when it’s around 1 a.m. and all of you have comfortably filled bellies as well as the buzzing warmth of being tipsy flowing through your veins, you decide it’s about time you all went home. You’re standing in front of the entrance of the restaurant, a bit to its right so as not to block any customers walking in and out, saying your goodbyes and getting ready to split up into the different directions that each of you live in, when in the corner of your eye, you spot them. A happy couple, a guy and a girl, both probably a little above your age, as they’re walking hand in hand on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. You’re about to say goodbye to Jaebeom, but the sight makes you freeze on the spot before you can go in for a friendly hug. He raises his eyebrows at you first, but soon he too spots the couple that you’re now stealing glances at. And you’re not even sure what’s so special about the two. You’ve never seen them before, nor will you ever see them again, and it’s not like you weren’t surrounded by happy couples inside the restaurant just now. Maybe it’s the fresh air filling your lungs and heightening your senses that were dulled by the alcohol and the strong smell of food filling your nose up until now, that made you suddenly take notice of them. But whatever it might’ve been, you now feel yourself going through all the feelings that the betrayal and the breakup brought with it again. Except that this time, you aren’t strong enough to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes, only to fall down your cheeks a moment later. Jaebeom doesn’t ask any questions, and instead just embraces you carefully, tightening the hug when you can’t stop sobbing, so that you can at least hide your face in his chest while you try to calm yourself down. Another hand that’s not his finds its way to your head, warmly stroking your hair, and from the way it touches you, you guess it’s Jinyoung trying to comfort you. You manage to somehow stop crying eventually, giving yourself a few mental slaps for almost breaking down in public, out on the street. With reddened, puffy eyes, you look up to shoot the other guys an apologetic look. You find faces full of compassion, until you spot the two people standing at the very back of your group. Youngjae, trying to calm down the taller guy right next to him, while struggling to contain his own anger, and Yugyeom, with clenched fists and teeth biting down on his lower lip, releasing it slowly before he mutters,
“I’m going to kill him.”
It’s Monday afternoon, or more like early evening, because the sun is already starting to set. Your uni department has a tiny dusty library on the top floor, where it’s not only always silent because nobody ever comes here, but also hot as fuck in the summer, due to its location right beneath the roof of the building. So why Youngjae would suggest holding an “emergency meeting” here you don’t know, but anyway you’ve gathered here, all sweating and wishing it wasn’t heckin’ middle of the hottest June you’ve had in a long time. You’re missing Mark and Jaebeom today, as they’re still stuck at work, meaning that the only damage control your little group currently has is Jinyoung. You’d count yourself in but 1. you’re still not in the state of mind where you’d be willing to waste your energy on trying to stop the guys from pulling something stupid and 2. you know yourself and how easily they, especially the youngest two among them, can convince you to join in on their headassery.
“We have good news and better news,” Youngjae, who apparently appointed himself the spokesperson of the day, explains, while Jinyoung sighs. “Which do you want first?”
“Uhm…” You’re still in the middle of thinking, when Youngjae slams a random book on the table that you’ve all gathered around and a cloud of dust is raised. While taking a breath to reveal what he came to tell, he obviously has to inhale a lung full of dust, and starts coughing uncontrollably instead.
“Not in my face!” Jackson, who sits opposite him, complains, and Bambam reaches over in an attempt to push Youngjae out of his chair. He earns himself a rather angry glare, but gets the job done, as the latter now at least turns around to cough at some bookshelves instead of you others.
“So the good news,” Bambam explains instead of his older friend and points to Yugyeom, who still seems pissed, “is that we convinced him to not kill your ex.”
“Wow, what an achievement,” Jinyoung remarks snarkily. He sits in his chair quite leaned back, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. You get the feeling he only let himself be dragged along after a lot of convincing and possibly being bribed into it with money, as he seems mostly interested in throwing judging looks around the room. However, you’re glad he’s here, because the “better” news are starting to make you worry, and you feel a little safer with Jinyoung sitting right next to you.
“What about the better news?” you hesitantly ask and Youngjae, who seems to have recovered from his coughing fit, shoots you a beaming evil grin. Bambam now points at both his best friend and Youngjae.
“They’re still up for destroying him one way or the other.” In the corner of your eye, you can see Jinyoung throwing his head back in exasperation, while he lets out a huge sigh. “And,” Bambam adds, “Jackson is willing to help too!”
Silence. You’re honestly not sure how to react to that and to their determination to make your ex’ life hell, when in reality you just want to get over him as fast as possible and forget about him. So you don’t say anything, even though Jackson’s, Youngjae’s and Bambam’s expectant faces make it very clear they would’ve hoped for a more excited reaction from you - or any reaction at all for that matter. But when you remain silent and they won’t stop staring at you, Jinyoung eventually speaks up for you.
“Don’t you think that’s a little much, guys?” he says, with a slightly scolding tone in his voice. “We already established she just wants to forget about him, but what you’re doing isn’t exactly helping with that…”
“He’s right,” Yugyeom, who sits right opposite you, agrees. You didn’t expect that he of all people would suddenly come to his senses and side with Jinyoung. “We shouldn’t make it harder on Y/N than it already is, but…” But… oh here we go, you hear yourself think before he jumps up, slams his hands on the table, inhales a good handful of dust that his sudden motion whirled into the air, and then he starts sneezing and coughing with no end in sight. Other than with Youngjae just earlier, Bambam now gets up and is by his best friend’s side in no time, patting his back in an attempt to help him cough out all the dust that just filled his lungs. You do pity him, but the slapstick-like scene that just unfolded in front of your very eyes is just a little too funny not to chuckle at him in secret. You all wait for the youngest guy to calm down, and once he manages to talk again, he speaks up with his eyes still runny from the coughing fit.
“But we can’t just let that jerk get away with what he did to Y/N!” he starts his speech, while looking as if he had just cried. You can’t really take him seriously like that, but he tries to act unfazed by his currently not so cool physical appearance. “I mean, cheaters are already horrible human beings, but the fact that he hurt Y/N…” A dark shade falls over his eyes as he looks down and clenches his teeth.
“I agree though!” Youngjae shouts. “We can’t let him get away with this without making him pay for it!”
“If you just want to forget about him, then at least let us go there by ourselves and teach him a lesson or ten,” Jackson throws in, gesturing towards the other guys, but leaving out Jinyoung who’s ready to shake his head in case he would’ve been counted in. You sigh. It’s not like you don’t understand their frustration. You’d probably feel the same if one of them got cheated on. You decide to shove your terrible gut feeling aside for now and give them another chance to convince you. If they manage to come up with a way of retaliation that you can agree with, then maybe you’d let them go through with their plan. Besides, looking at especially Youngjae and Yugyeom, you feel like they’d get revenge no matter what you say anyway.
“So what… would be your plan?” you dare to ask, earning a surprised expression from Jinyoung.
“You’re really… doing this?” he whispers at you, even though the others can clearly hear him, while pointing in their general direction.
“Let me hear them out for now.” You give them a nod with your chin to signal they should start explaining.
“Well, Yugyeom here had the idea to pay his house a visit and give him a nice and thorough beating,” Jackson reveals, but the guy in question immediately shakes his head and hands, trying to deny it.
“Ahh, I didn’t mean it like that…” he attempts to talk himself out of it.
“You sounded pretty eager when we discussed things though?” Bambam throws in with a mischievous smile plastered all over his face.
“Yeah, you really seemed like you were looking forward to beating him up when we talked about this after dinner on Friday?” Youngjae too joins the others in cornering the youngest of them. You shoot Yugyeom a surprised look and find him searching the room nervously all of a sudden.
“You discussed this on Friday?” you ask and receive a nod from the others.
“They did,” Jinyoung clarifies, obviously very endeavoured to keep his hands clean of this.
“Wasn’t he still drunk then?” you reason. “You know how he gets when he had a little too much…” You find yourself defending him, even when you’re not sure if you should believe your own words or not. At least you can say with certainty that he sometimes gets… a little eager about things with a certain amount of alcohol coursing through his body. At the same time you know he has a rather high tolerance, so you’re not sure if he even was drunk enough to reach that state on Friday, but you shove that thought aside as well.
“Oh? Well… probably, yeah,” Youngjae eventually agrees, though he seems a bit caught off guard by you suddenly speaking up for your friend.
“So what can we do that will hurt him?” Jackson asks a question, which turns out to be rhetorical, because he immediately delivers the answer himself, “We thought maybe if we take something away from him that he cherishes.”
“Guys, isn’t that a little…” Jinyoung attempts to speak, but gets talked over.
“So what’s something he couldn’t live without or would agonize over losing? Something among his belongings maybe?” Jackson continues, earning a pissed snort from Jinyoung. The four pairs of pondering eyes all resting on you now tell you that they’re expecting the perfect answer from you. You sink into thought for a second, and as you let your gaze wander the dusty shelves filled with paperbacks and thick volumes on scientific matters, an idea strikes you.
“Books…?” you say. “He has a bunch of foreign language novels that are real hard to get your hands on in Korea.”
“Ohhh!” The guys seem to like your idea. Well, all of them except for one. Because when Youngjae suggests burning them, it’s Jinyoung who slams his hands on the table without thinking this time, but instead of giving in to the coughing fit that’s about to overcome him, he forces his vocal chords to squeeze out one last sentence.
“You can’t burn books, you monsters!” And then he goes, turning away from you others as he coughs his lungs out. You think about his protesting statement, and then suddenly the scene of your ex-boyfriend kissing that girl from astronomy club unfolds in front of your eyes, and for the first time ever since dumping him, it doesn’t mainly cause you to feel sadness. You feel as if someone had lit up a flame inside of you, a contagious, dangerous flame of pure rage.
“You know what,” you suddenly hear yourself saying. “I know exactly which ones he treasures the most, so if we’re gonna burn his books, I’m in.”
“Really…?” Bambam asks with a gaping mouth and wide open eyes.
“So you’ll join us when we break into his house?” Jackson asks and a triumphant grin creeps onto your lips.
“Well… I still didn’t return the key he lent me so… technically we don’t have to break in,” you announce.
“We can just let ourselves in? Just like that?” Youngjae asks, visibly excited about how easily the task suddenly seems accomplished.
“We could make a fire right in his room…” Yugyeom throws in, glaring at the table in front of him just like he did with the poor food back at the restaurant.
“Burning them might be a bit much and could get us caught, but we can certainly rip them apart and leave the remains there,” you suggest, and the others nod, agreeing to your idea. Only Jinyoung, who seems to have recovered by now, puts his hand on your shoulder to make you look up at him.
“I lost you to the idiots…” he mutters, and you shoot him a half-apologetic, half-cheeky grin, as you feel yourself being driven by the fire inside you, that suddenly demands revenge more than anything.
It’s a quiet Wednesday morning. You know that Jihun should be out of the house until sometime in the afternoon according to his weekly schedule that you had pretty much memorized during the time you were dating. You stand in front of the apartment complex he lives in, reminiscing on all the times you’ve been here and your heart grows heavy. Youngjae on your right puts his arm around your shoulders and squeezes you against his own body for a moment, while you sense the overwhelmingly grim presence to your left. You shoot Yugyeom a look, wondering how someone can be so angry over something that wasn’t even done to him. As soon as he notices your eyes resting on his tall figure, his shoulders relax a bit, and he does his best to swallow the anger, instead showing determination on his face.
“Let’s go in?” he asks and you nod, tightening your grip around the key in your hand. You’ve decided it would be better for only you three plus Jackson, who’s standing right behind you, to go in. Seven guys plus one girl storming a flat might be a bit too suspicious, should one of the neighbors happen to see you. Granted, four people is risky as well, but all three of the guys surrounding you insisted on coming with you to get your revenge, and you couldn’t exactly turn down any of them, not Jackson who’s been more passionate about going through with this than anyone, not Youngjae who is probably one of the most protective friends you’ve ever had, and certainly not Yugyeom, who had to watch you date that asshole for months on end and now finally gets to take his frustrations out on him, and for a very good reason at that. Or maybe even him cheating on you isn’t a good enough reason to trespass into his living space and destroy his property, but the fire inside you that is screaming for at least some levels of violence doesn’t care about morals in this case. And so, with hands that could either be shaking from nervousness or from fury, you unlock the front door and lead your friends to the elevator. You press the button that would take you to the 5th floor, and in the corner of your eye you see Youngjae clenching his hand around his phone, while adjusting the volume of the one wireless headphone he’s wearing. In front of the apartment complex, Bambam and Jinyoung are waiting in your car across the street. Youngjae is keeping in contact with them at all times, in case your ex unexpectedly shows up after all, and you guys have to flee and hide. You wonder how Jinyoung let himself be convinced to tag along after declaring your plan as utterly stupid and irresponsible.
“But we are taking responsibility!” Jackson had argued back at him. “For Y/N’s hurt feelings!” Jinyoung had tried to come up with something smart to retort for a second, but then you were able to see him giving up, because he knew better than to fight with someone who wouldn’t listen to him anyway. Maybe they bribed him with some money again to make him come too and take on the role of the driver on this whole mission.
“If this gets out, I’m killing you all, starting with you!” he had said just before the four of you departed across the street, while pointing his index finger right at Jackson.
“Why me?! This was technically not even my idea!” he whined back, to which Jinyoung replied,
“Because you joining in as the oldest who should know better is getting on my nerves the most right now.” The quarrel could’ve gone on like that for hours, but you reminded them that you didn’t have all day to spare, and so you managed to split the two up.
And now you’re here. Standing in front of the door with his name written across it makes the situation all the more real, and once again the mental image of that girl in your ex-boyfriend’s arms is flashing by your inner eye, sending adrenaline through your whole body. And the guys around you too seem to be vibrating with a thirst for action, to which you feel a need to calm them down somewhat. Even though nobody is saying anything at that moment, you put your index finger in front of your lips and shush them once.
“Remember, there is a slim chance he might be home, so I will go in first and once the air’s clear I will signal you to come in too,” you remind them, whispering, before taking a deep breath and turning the key in the lock. You let it rotate once, then a second time, and eventually you put your hand on the door handle. You take another deep breath and suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder for a brief moment.
“We’re right behind you,” Jackson assures, and you nod. Then you press the handle and pray.
When you enter the flat by yourself, the lights are all out. You can see the huge living room windows from the small entrance area. The blinds are half-closed, which usually means that he’s not home. Still, you want to be as sure as you can be, so after reminding yourself not to slip off your shoes per habit, so you can flee as fast as possible just in case, you take a few steps inside, listening carefully for any signs of human life in this flat aside from your own. Your heart is beating fast and hard, to the point you’re sure you can feel the blood pulsating through every single one of your veins. Your senses are heightened and your movements tense, until after a few minutes of you being in here have passed and you’re done checking in most directions by concentrating on your hearing and sight. Only then you finally start feeling a little safer. Eventually you signal for the guys to come in with a movement of your hand, and it takes a mere second until you can hear their footsteps walking up to you. You lead them through the living room and past the open kitchen, and eventually you reach your ex’ room. The door to this room as well is closed, and just to be sure, you put your ear up against the cool white surface once, to check for any noises coming from inside. But nothing. Your heartbeat speeds up one more time as you grip the door handle and eventually open it. As expected, there’s nobody inside. Only a neatly made bed and shelves that cover an entire wall up to the ceiling, inhabiting his most precious possessions - his books, written in all kinds of languages from all over the world. You immediately spot some of the rare volumes. Then, after exchanging nods with the three guys in tow, you reach for them and throw them at your partners in crime to destroy, one after the other.
The first one to start tearing them apart is Youngjae, closely followed by Yugyeom and Jackson, and eventually you too join in on the paper shredding fest, after having tossed enough rare and expensive books on the ground for you all to be busy for a while. You remind yourself again that you mustn’t take too long, so you tear out the pages written in French faster and without thinking. And as the four of you keep repeating that motion, while the floor becomes covered in white paper and black ink letters with the ever continuing tearing sound, the rage inside you just keeps growing and eventually turns into greed. Greed to see more and more paper scraps on the ground, as if the black and white mess beside your feet is all your pain and hurt bleeding out of you. And you keep tearing books down, throwing them on the ground as a whole, or attempting to tear them in half along their back. The realization that you’re too weak to tear a whole paperback apart however, makes you even more furious, and so you go for the whole shelf next, hoping it hasn’t been secured to the wall while pulling on it. Youngjae, who notices what you’re trying to do and reckons it’s too dangerous to tear the whole shelf down, drops the book he’s working on destroying at the moment, and instead rushes over to you.
“Y/N, you can’t!” he warns you, but you don’t listen. Even when he grabs you by the arms and eventually by the waist in an attempt to drag you away from the wall, you use your whole body weight to fight him.
“I will tear it all down! I’ll make that fucker regret what he did to me!” You yell this through tears welling up, and as you start sobbing you fail to notice the sudden change of tone in Youngjae’s voice.
“No, we really have to go, Y/N,” he tries to make you understand, but all you think about is wanting to turn Jihun’s whole room into a disaster, and then maybe the rest of his flat too. Only when Jackson starts tearing at the sweater you’re wearing too and together they manage to force you to let go of the shelf, you realize that you’re in danger. Yugyeom dropped the books as well, and standing at the entrance of your ex’ room, he signals the three of you to follow him quickly with a movement of his hand.
“Jinyoung just told me he’s-” Youngjae attempts to explain as if to urge you on to move, but the next second you already hear his voice.
“Who left my door open?!” Your ex-boyfriend yells into the living room. With your current blurry vision the only thing you see is Yugyeom tensing up severely by the door, but that is honestly all you need to know you’re not imagining things.
“Fuck,” you curse under your breath.
“The fuck are you doing in my flat?!” Jihun yells at Yugyeom, who doesn’t even flinch. The only thing that changes is his glare straight ahead, which is growing darker by every passing second. You know it will happen anytime soon, and just when you leap forward to try to somehow save the day, Yugyeom runs.
“Don’t!” you scream at him, and the echo of your own voice is the last thing you hear before you watch him land a punch right into your ex’ face as if it happened in slow motion. The guy you used to date tumbles back a few steps, but soon towers over the guy who for once isn’t the tallest in the room. A single thought hits you in that moment, and it makes you feel unbelievably guilty for even allowing them all to come here. Maybe you shouldn’t have attempted taking revenge in this way on your hulk of an ex-boyfriend.
“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Yugyeom shrugs at your question, unable to look you in the eyes, and for once - you’re sure of that - it’s not because you’re this close to his face. His face, that has certainly taken more damage from the fight he caused than that of your ex.
“Are you sure your nose isn’t broken?” Jinyoung repeats his question from earlier, crouching down right beside the two of you. The younger guy shakes his head. Still avoiding to face either of the people present, he stares into a corner of your room like a puppy that’s being scolded would.
“I’ll be fine…” he mutters, as if all strength had left him and the anger had been beaten out of him.
“But, man, that sure was cool of you how you just came at this cement block of a dude and wham! Whacked his stupid face!” Youngjae cheers, but when met by two piercing looks coming from you and Jinyoung, he immediately quiets down.
“We should be glad he didn’t report us to the police,” the latter sighs as he gets up. “Maybe you two need some time alone to… discuss this.”
“But we did wrong t-” Jackson is about to protest, but Jinyoung shuts him up with a sharp glare too. “I will take care of you two personally. And Bambam. Where is that guy even?” He leads both Jackson and Youngjae out of the room, and closes the door behind his back. Silence fills the room, and for a while you can only hear your and Yugyeom’s faint breathing.
“Are you gonna look at me now?” you eventually raise your voice, but you do your best not to sound too forceful. You’re granted a fleeting glance by the guy sitting on your floor right in front of you, his back leaned against the frame of your bed, but his eyes immediately return to a corner of your room. You feel like a light blush appeared on his cheeks, but honestly you can’t tell underneath all the scratches and wounds on his face, and also the gigantic bruise on his forehead. You sigh, before reaching out to carefully brush his black hair aside, giving you better sight to the bruise.
“You should get that checked…” you say, examining his forehead thoroughly. “That might’ve given you a mild concussion, you know. Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous? Feel like you need to throw up?” He nods.
“Dizzy…” Yugyeom answers.
“Can you remember everything that happened? ...then again, you might not remember things well because of the adrenaline rush…” you mutter, and you notice him stealing another glance at your face so close to his, until eventually his eyes linger on yours. “What other symptoms are there to a concussion…?” you ponder. Focused on the bruise in his face you fail to realize the way his gaze is slowly wandering from your eyes to your lips. “I should go ask Jinyoung ab-” Just as you attempt to get up, he reaches out and you feel his grip around the wrist of the hand you used to swipe his hair out of the way, while his other hand sneaks to behind your head in one swift motion to pull you down and to close the distance between the two of you. You feel how his lips meet yours in a light but determined kiss, and the faint taste of blood mixes with his soft movements. It lasts for merely a second, but somehow you feel like all air has been sucked out of your lungs when you separate.
“I-” He speaks up but the words get stuck in his throat, as if he was even more surprised by what he just did than you are. However, after staring into each other’s eyes for a little while, his expression changes to a serious one and you can feel him relax in front of you. He still hasn’t let go of your wrist, and with persuasion in his voice, he says, “Don’t get Jinyoung.” The hand behind your neck slides to your cheek now, and before you can give him any kind of answer, he leans in for another kiss. This time it lasts longer, and as your lips melt against each other, you feel something inside you flip a switch, as if a door just opened to feelings that were there all this time, but that you simply never noticed.
“Even though I look like this now,” he says after you have pulled back for air, “I’d do it again for you.”
“Don’t be stupid,” you scold him, and this time it’s you leaving him unable to retort anything by connecting your lips to his again. From the way he holds you close, unwilling to let you slip away from him again, and the way he kisses you hungrily, you can tell just how much he must’ve been longing for this. “I’m sorry,” you whisper into his open mouth. “You were always right here, but still I went out with that jerk…” You clench your teeth at that last word. You can’t even imagine how much you must’ve been hurting Yugyeom all this time that you only had eyes for that asshole, and the realization fills your chest with regret. But Yugyeom just shakes his head, now returning the favour of brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.
“It’s okay,” he mutters. “It’s really okay. You’re here now. And I’m never letting go of you again ever.” Hearing those words falling from his lips, you feel tingles down your spine, and you give him an honest smile, before being surprised again by him grabbing your other wrist as well and flipping you around, so that you’re now lying stretched out on the floor, with him hovering above you. However, it takes merely a second until his face distorts in pain and he lets out a groan, before he eventually collapses from above you. You too let out a noise as his weight lands on top of you.
“Hey! You’re heavy!” you complain, but only so loudly that the others wouldn’t hear.
“Sorry…” Yugyeom answers through gritted teeth, followed by another pained groan as he tries to shift his body. He’s supporting himself with his arms by your sides as well as he can so that it’s not his full weight squeezing you to death between him and the floor, but even that seems to be painful for him.
“You really got beaten up bad huh,” you remark, and somehow, with a lot of groaning and whining from his side, you eventually manage to help him get up and to take a seat on your bed, before his body finally falls onto your blanket, and he ends up lying on his side.
“Ugh…” he groans again, biting his lower lip in an attempt to distract himself from the hurt all over the rest of his body. You put your head on your pillow right next to him and give him a warm smile.
“You’re gonna be sore for a whole while now…” you remark, and you let your fingers dance up his side mindlessly, until you reach his shoulder, where you rest your hand for a little while. Then you lift it up to place it on his head instead, ruffling through his hair softly. “Don’t do that again, okay? This whole thing was a stupid idea… I should’ve never let this happen.” Now it’s him who smiles at your soothing words, and he raises his own hand to take a hold of yours, moving it from the top of his head to in front of his face. He represses a groan this time, but from the way he scrunches his nose just for the mere bat of an eye you can tell even this motion hurts him somewhere. And then, when he connects his lips to the back of your hand for a lingering, feathery kiss, warmth rushes up your arm and spreads throughout your whole being.
“You really can’t hide anything…” you mutter, and you can’t help but smile.
Warnings: Cunnlingus, oral (fem receiving) sex, kitchen sex, tats it i think
Genre: Fluff, smut, and maybe a hint of crack if u squint
Summary: Sexc kitchen kinky sex with jinyoung and he nuts early cus hes eager ig lmao idk wtf this is
Jinyoung could not keep his hands off you for even a minute. You don’t even know what is going on with him. One minute you were humming a song as you cooked dinner and the next Jinyoung was at your side and kissing up your neck like there’s no tomorrow. You can’t help but moan as his hands find his way to your hips and squeeze slightly possessively. His teeth attach to the base of your neck and you squeak. “Jinyoung? What’s”--you gasp as he uses his teeth a bit too enthusiastically, and he mumbles out a quick apology--”what’s going on?”
“Just wanted to hold my gorgeous, darling, beautiful wife,” he says into your skin, his warm breath making you shiver.
You twist in his grip a bit to meet his dark eyes. The scary thing about his eyes is that they were dark, large, and you could never tell what was going on. “Did you miss an anniversary?” Jinyoung had been known to forget, though he will vehemently deny it every time.
Your innocent question makes Jinyoung pout at you, the corners of his soft lips turning down. “No.” Your eyes narrow but you can’t detect a lie in his voice (and he’s definitely not acting. Probably).
Since you can discern nothing, you turn back to the soup pot and Jinyoung returns to your neck. You manage to get through adding the onions but when Jinyoung’s hands wander up and under your shirt you smack his arm. “Jinyoung, I’m trying to cook here,” you scold. “Don’t you want dinner?”
Jinyoung hums, his hands moving down to your waist. With a grunt from him and a squeak from you, he lifts you up and spins you around to place you on the kitchen counter. “Just need you for dinner, babe,” Jinyoung grins up at you, toothy and wide. Okay, something’s definitely wrong. Jinyoung never makes these kinds of innuendos. He’s a simple man and prefers straight forward words.
The look on your face must show because Jinyoung laughs, loud and unapologetic as he nuzzles into your shoulder. “Okay, note to self, don’t try that again. But seriously, I just want to fuck you. I’ll be done in time for dinner, don’t worry. Just...hang on.” Jinyoung smiles up at you as he reaches over and switches off the heat. “Now we can go on.”
Before you can even react, Jinyoung reattaches his lips to your collarbone, this time trailing kisses down until he reaches your neckline. His eyes flick up to yours, and you give him a quick, shallow nod, and that confirmation is all he needs. His hands unbutton your button-down as quickly as he can with his fumbling fingers.
You giggle a little at his desperation, your hands coming to help him with the buttons. As soon as you are free from your shirt, Jinyoung’s mouth attacks your upper chest as you laugh breathily at the slightly ticklish sensation. His mouth travels down the cleft between your breasts and soon your laughter turns into quiet groans. “God, Jinyoungie,” you breathe out. You can feel his smirk pressed against the side of your left tit.
“Feel good?” You smack his shoulder blade lightly at the teasing words but Jinyoung sucks a quick bruise into your boob, causing you to hiss.
With his face still planted firmly in the space between your tits, Jinyoung’s hands wander low again until they brush against the waistline of your sweatpants. “Jinyoung--” you say his name fruitlessly, trying to get him to look at you. But Jinyoung is not Jinyoung without a mind of his own and he dips his head lower to press his face against the crotch of your pants. “Jinyoung!” Your voice comes out a little more scandalised this time, and Jinyoung chuckles into your clothed vagina.
You don’t even know what to say, and even if you did, words wouldn’t come out as Jinyoung mouths against your crotch. “God, I fucking love you,” he groans into the now damp cloth. Before you can respond with a sentiment of your own, Jinyoung practically rips your pants down your legs in his haste to attach his mouth to your bare cunt.
You can barely wrap our mind around this. Jinyoung, though he is definitely someone who fulfilled sexual desires immensely, was never one to have some escapades out of the bedroom. In his words, ‘the bedroom is the most intimate one can get,’ and you two had never deviated from that. Except, here you were, in the kitchen and on the counter. Jinyoung’s mouth was pressing feverishly against your cunt, the only barrier your panties and--
Oh--
He pulled your underwear to the side, not even bothering taking them off, and his hot mouth on your cunt causes a stream of curses to fall from your mouth. Jinyoung doesn’t let up, however, his tongue flicking out to dip into your folds. Your hands, which have been gripping the counter throughout Jinyoung’s adventure, finally come to wind themselves in Jinyoung’s hair. “God--” you breathe out when his plush lips drag across your clit.
Jinyoung’s hands dig into your soft skin as he sucks on your soft pussy. The slight sting of pain draws a whine out of you as you kick your hips against his mouth. At the movement, his eyes flick up to meet yours and his hands press down firmly. “Stay still, baby,” he sighs against your dripping cunt, “be good for me.”
Your teeth find their way into your bottom lip, biting down to try to distract yourself from the, quite frankly, amazing feeling of Jinyoung’s lips on your nether regions. Even if he was always happy to, Jinyoung never really did eat you out often so this was a pleasant surprise. And it definitely was pleasant, judging from the feeling of his tongue delving into your cunt.
“God, you taste so good.” Jinyoung’s voice is slightly warbly and muffled from being pressed against your crotch. “Could stay between your legs forever.” His words and the constant pressure against your clit from his roaming mouth causes your cunt to clench and Jinyoung laughs in delight. He’s certainly in a good mood.
And with the way his tongue is pressing against your folds, you are as well. You can feel your orgasm slowly climbing up to its peak, and Jinyoung can tell as well in the way your thighs involuntarily close around his head. His mouth becomes even more eager, if that was even possible.
With a quick, harsh, suck to your clit you finally let the coil snap. You can feel your thighs shake around Jinyoung’s head but his firm hands hold you still. It’s both grounding and exhilarating, and it feels as if you can hardly breathe. Jinyoung stays lowered, lazily lapping at your still dripping pussy lips, only moving back up once you start to squirm. He trails kisses up your stomach to your chest, on your neck, until he finally reaches your lips.
After pressing a quick kiss to your dry lips, Jinyoung leans his forehead against yours, eyes suddenly soft. “Hi,” he murmurs against your mouth.
“Hi to you too,” you giggle back, “did you have fun? Need me to jerk you off?”
Jinyoung hums, mouth still pressed against your lips. “No need, I came early.” You can’t help but smile proudly at that, and Jinyoung nips your bottom lip in retaliation. “When were you going to tell me you were pregnant?”
You choke on nothing, spluttering into Jinyoung’s mouth. “How did you find out?” Your voice comes out a lot more higher pitched than you had intended. Jinyoung sighs.
“Saw the test in the bathroom trash. You suck at hiding things.” A lengthy pause. “Want to answer my question?”
It’s your turn to sigh. “I meant to, but I kept chickening out. And don’t ask why,” you add quickly when you can feel Jinyoung’s mouth opening, “I don’t really know myself. Maybe I was scared, but you can’t blame me for that.”
Jinyoung’s hands move to cup your face and he finally pulls back. “I can’t blame you.” He smiles softly and you smile back. “But I can support you through this. So just trust me, yeah?”
You laugh and lean forward to kiss him once more. That’s the yes he wants. “Can we have kitchen sex more often now?”
“No, don’t add grapes,” you scold for the umpteenth time. Yugyeom frowned at you.
“I feel like they’d be fun to add, though.” You shake your head, but Yugyeom keeps pouting. Oh my God.
“FIne, add the damn grapes,” you groan, so done with your boyfriend’s antics. “But don’t blame me when you throw the rest of it away.” Yugyeom hums, ignoring your warning and dumping more grapes than what you would deem acceptable into the blender.
“But”—you know what’s coming and sigh internally—”don’t you think it would be a grape addition?”
Instead of responding, you just turn around and start heading out of the kitchen. Yugyeom’s cackling laughter follows after you as he starts up the blender. But you know that later on, when Yugyeom starts complaining about an upset stomach you wil be the one with the last laugh.
