so many morning timestamps lmaoo sorry one of these days it'll be a different time hehe
happy late birthday yugyeom!! unfortunately ur birthday is over the holidays so i got busy
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When you awake, you are met with Yugyeom’s serene face. Your breath hitches as his breath brushes your cheek gently. You can’t help but smile at your boyfriend, your hand coming up and brushing against his jawline. Now that he was on break from work, he had gained a little bit of weight and you found it extremely endearing, the way he filled out and softened his edges and glowed healthily. He is soft but even softer in his sleep, and you can feel your heart swell and you lean over to plant a quick, sweet kiss on the apple of his cheek.
Yugyeom shifts slightly in his sleep, his face moving closer and lodging his nose in your collarbone. You giggle at that, his breath tickling your shoulder, but lean your head to the side, pressing even more kisses to his temple. “Morning?” he asks in a rough voice, confused at the sudden affection you are showering upon him.
“Good morning,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. Although he’s still half-asleep, he returns it, throwing his arm around your waist lazily and bringing you closer.
“It’s too early to be up,” he groans and you laugh. “It’s my off day, let me sleep.”
His whining tone only serves to make your smile grow even fonder and you press another kiss to the tip of his nose. “You’re sweet,” you hum, shifting to let your hands cup his face and offer him more kisses. “I’m happy I get to be with you.”
Yugyeom’s eyes blink open, a little more awake now as his lips pull into a sweet smile. “I’m glad too, babe, but what’s up with you? You’re super lovey-dovey today.”
You shrug the best you can with his arms around you and your arms around him. “I’m just feeling very fond of you today,” you say, kissing him once again. “I don’t know why, I just woke up and wanted to give you some love.”
Yugyeom hums, his eyes fluttering close as you kiss him again and again, peppering it all over his face. “I love you,” he murmurs, brain falling back asleep and your heart blooms at the sight. “Let’s get married.”
He clearly didn’t register his words quite yet, falling back asleep so quickly, leaving you to stare at your lover in disbelief. Not negative, of course, just unexpected. You loved him, and you know he loved you, but you weren’t sure if marriage would ever be on the table for you two. With your smile growing soft, you press a kiss to his forehead and cuddle up next to him once more.
“Let’s,” you whisper into his hair, a promise full of hope and love.
Holding Your Baby For The First Time ~ Jackson Wang
A quick thanks came from both of you as the door to your delivery suite closed, with the midwifes checking over everything to make sure that the two of you could be left alone, with Jackson immediately pulling his chair across closer towards you.
His hand reached out straight away to brush over the top of your daughter’s head as she rested on your chest. He was in awe as he studied her, struggling to believe that something so small was his, and for the rest of his life too.
“Isn’t she just the sweetest?” You asked Jackson as your eyes watched over him and the delicate touch that he had as he brushed over her head.
“My heart has never felt so full,” Jackson whispered in reply.
From the moment he found out that you were pregnant, Jackson had had a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait for it all, and now that your daughter had finally arrived, he couldn’t wait for the many adventures that the three of you were about to go on.
It had been the best and the worst time of his life watching you in labour. There were plenty of times when Jackson wanted to help you, take the pain away, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t wait for her to arrive, getting more and more excited with every passing minute though.
“Look at how perfectly she fits with you too,” Jackson laughed as his eyes continued to stare, “I can’t believe how incredible you are, you were amazing Y/N.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you quickly assured Jackson.
His head shook back across at you, he knew that you were tough enough to do it yourself. He had wanted to do more if anything, make sure that you knew that he was there.
“I’ve had her for quite a while,” you told Jackson as you brought your hand up to rest against her back. “Do you want to hold her for a little while? She can’t spend the rest of the day on me, she needs to be with you too.”
“Are you sure?” Jackson quizzed, the confidence draining out of him as he reminded himself once again of just how small your daughter was on you.
Your head nodded as you slowly sat yourself upright, placing both of your hands onto your daughter to bring her properly into your hold. Jackson pulled himself even closer to you as he held his arms out, allowing you to slowly place your daughter into his hold.
“You’ve held a baby before, you’ve got this,” you told him as a sharp intake of breath came from him as soon as he felt your daughter touch him, worried that something bad might happen.
Jackson took a deep breath in as your arms slowly let her go, leaving her just in Jackson’s hold. “There feels like there’s so much more responsibility when you’re holding your child,” Jackson told you, shuffling back in his chair slightly.
Despite how nervous he was, he soon settled, staring down at your daughter with a wide smile on his face. It was the moment that Jackson had dreamt of several times whilst you were pregnant, impatiently waiting for the day when he’d be able to hold his daughter for the first time and let her know exactly who he was and how much he loved her.
You expected nothing less from Jackson as he looked across to you momentarily. “How does it feel to finally hold your daughter for the first time?”
“Surreal,” he chuckled, keeping his voice nice and quiet to make sure that he didn’t disturb her sleep. “I’ve pictured this so many times, and yet not a single dream that I’ve had compares to just how magical it actually feels to finally be able to hold her.”
You pushed yourself further up your bed too to be able to sit properly in front of the two of them. “I wish we could just stay like this together; I don’t think I’ve ever seen your smile as wide as it is right now holding onto her.”
His heart was racing, feeling as if he needed someone to pinch him to make sure that what was happening was really real. He couldn’t believe it, no matter how many times he looked at your daughter, it all still felt as if it was far too good to be true for Jackson.
“You’re never going to let her go now, are you?” You asked Jackson, noticing the obsession in his eyes.
His head shook back across at you straight away, “I don’t plan on ever letting her go. Even when she’s an adult, no boy will ever get to hold onto her.”
“You can’t hold her forever, even though you’d like to Jackson.”
His eyebrows raised across at you, making sure that you weren’t doubting him. During the many times when he spoke to your bump whilst cuddled up to you, he made sure that they knew that he was going to protect them.
“I’ve done a good enough job of protecting you,” he proudly smiled, “protecting my daughter should be the easiest job in the world.”
Your smile grew as Jackson spoke, refusing to underestimate just how protective he could be when he wanted to. He wasn’t wrong, he had always kept you safe, keeping his arm wrapped around you as much as he possibly could, especially when he began to worry that you were going to get hurt by something, or even worse, someone.
“You look like a natural by the way,” you spoke as silence fell between the two of you. “If you want my opinion, then you’ve definitely got the hot dad aesthetic well and truly down, the two of you look adorable together.”
Another quiet laugh came from Jackson, “I probably look exhausted Y/N, I’ve not slept in three days worrying about you going into labour. My hair has never felt as knotty, and my face probably makes me look ten years older.”
“It’s good preparation for all the sleepless nights that are about to come our way,” you teased, “if you think it’s bad now, you just wait for a week or two.”
“I have a feeling I’ll survive,” Jackson replied to you, “mainly because I’m already finding it pretty impossible to say no to this face. I mean look how cute she is, it’s unfair that someone can already look so adorable when they’ve only been here for an hour.”
You couldn’t deny that your daughter was sweet, although the two of you might be a little bias, even the midwifes had given the two of you plenty of compliments too.
“You know if you want to rest after everything, I can keep an eye on Y/D/N,” Jackson told you as he watched you shuffle.
You couldn’t deny that you were exhausted, everyone had told you to prepare for labour, but you had never prepared yourself for just how hard it was. The only thing that kept you going was Jackson beside you, who never let you get yourself down once.
“All she’s doing is sleeping, that’s what you should be doing too after how hard you’ve worked over the past couple of days,” Jackson assured you. “If anything happens, or one of the midwifes comes back in then I’ll make sure to wake you, I won’t let you miss out on anything if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Your head nodded as you began to rest back, “are you sure that you’re going to be alright if I close my eyes for a while?”
Jaebeom- You woke up to the soft sounds of the birds chirping. Jaebeom was sleeping soundly next to you when all of a sudden you felt a sting on your ass, you winced in pain, Jaebeom immediately woke up after the small whimpers left from your lips smiling first but then it immediately changed when he saw your expressions. “Was I too rough last night?” He asked with a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah kinda, but it’s okay.” You smiled. Jaebeom cuddled you, his hands soothing over the sore skin of your ass as you felt the warmness of his body. “I’ll try to not go harder on you next time beautiful.”
Mark- You woke up with soreness spread across your hips when you woke up from a deep sleep, you tried to turn on your other side but it was the same affect. Curious, you got up and walked to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror, with heavy eyes, you lifted the oversized shirt of your boyfriend to see the prominent bruises on both of your hips, fingerprint shaped and slightly sore. You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, and like clockwork Mark saw the bruises on your skin. “I’m sorry I did that to you, you just make me go crazy.” He said before kissing your neck making you smile. “You look good in my shirt too.” He smirked before dragging you back to bed with him.
Jackson- In your mind, Jackson has a switch implanted in him that he can turn on or off when it comes to roughness in the bed, so it wasn’t an unknown circumstance when you woke up to sore legs the morning after. You used to be very flexible, but when you stopped stretching and doing yoga like you used to you lost that slight edge in yourself, but you still did it, along with the compromising positions and the overstimulation you received you knew how your legs would feel in the morning. Hopping out of bed, you wobbled to the bathroom while Jackson let out a small chuckle before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to start a warm bath for you. “You need to stretch a little more babe.” He sighed.
Jinyoung- You swore your hair felt like it was caught in a vacuum cleaner when you woke up from your sleep. Jinyoung went a little too rough last night as he gripped your hair as he thrusted into you from behind, he is usually rough with you, and you are able to take it, but you guess your hair was just extra sensitive last night so you knew when you attempted to detangle your hair that your scalp would be too sore, and you didn’t want to cause breakage to your strands from all the unnecessary tension. You walked back into the bedroom with your hair in a bun, Jinyoung looking a little confused. “I thought you leaving your hair down?” “I was until a certain someone decided to pull my hair a little too hard last night.” You replied. He chuckled before walking up to you to kiss you before issuing you an apology.
Youngjae- One thing about Youngjae is that he is very passionate about you and your body. He takes time knowing all of your sweet and sensitive spots so it was no surprise to you when you walked to the bathroom to see the red-purple marks that grazed your neck all over, many near each other in the same spots as well as a few on the back of your neck. You loved how territorial Youngjae was over you, but you hated how much they hurt to the touch and the covering them up with concealer for work method as well. You slightly jumped when you felt a warm damp towel on the back of your neck, Youngjae stood proudly holding the towel to your neck before kissing your lips. “Sorry I was too rough on you, I only wanted people to know that you’re mine.” He smiled.
BamBam- You woke up and looked at the heating pad sitting in the chair from across the room. You woke up with an aching pain in your back from last night. When BamBam said he would fuck you into the mattress he was not joking at all. The throbbing pain got worse as you thought about it. Finally, you got up reaching for the heating pad and took it to your bed. Ready to plug it in, BamBam woke up quickly enough to see you getting back to bed as you waited for the pad to heat up, placing underneath your back. “Back still hurt?” He asked slightly awake. “Yeah.” You sighed. “Well instead of a heating pad, how about a nice hot bath?” “Do you plan on making my back hurt more?” You asked. “I wasn’t planning to, but if you insist…” He replied. “Fuck it, it’s worth it.” You said ready to start the bath.
Yugyeom- It was one thing to have sex with Yugyeom, it was another thing to challenge his skills and stamina. You knew this boy was a dancer, and that he was incredibly awesome in bed because of that, but due to your proudness, you challenged him to a stamina battle which you completely failed at, but what was worse was the aching pain you felt between your legs the morning after. You could barely keep your legs closed because it was causing to much friction. You slowly sat up, ready to walk to the bath, but your legs had faltered. Yugyeom saw the intense state you were in felt bad. He quickly came to you, picked you up, and laid you back in bed. “Yugyeom what are you-” “Shh, let me take care of you.” He said moving his mouth lower to your sore core.
➝ summary: You just agreed to go on a date with the baddest of bad boys in town, only to find out how unpleased your best friend would be about it. Yet you end up going anyway, not knowing that this decision would turn your life upside down.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N."
Eyeing your reflection in the mirror, you spun around a few times, fastidiously checking yourself from every possible angle. Blissfully ignoring your best friend's scepsis simply because you didn't want to hear about it.
"Why not? He actually likes me. And I -- somewhat like him." Surprising yourself, you sounded way more convincing than you thought you would. However, you badly wanted this to work out, so you had no choice but to be optimistic about it. It just had to add up somehow.
"He doesn't like you, Y/N. He wants to hook the fuck up with you." He plopped onto his bed, an inaudible sigh escaping his lips. Yugyeom was still hoping for you to change your mind, even though he knew you well enough to know better. Once you set your mind on something, it is nearly impossible for anyone to persuade you otherwise. "Don't you think you can find someone better?"
Yugyeom never made any secret about the fact of disliking the other guy. In fact, he hated him more than words could tell. Within the shortest time, he realized Jackson had a thing for you since he became aware of how the other looked at you every goddamn time. It was infuriating.
"Someone better than Jackson fricking Wang? You have to be kidding," you giggled. He was simply star-prize, considering the fact that every girl in this forsaken town had a crush on him. Being the handsome guy he was, Jackson also had the exemplary bad-boy image. He was absolutely aware of all his fangirls, infallibly knowing he simply had to flick his fingers to get what he wanted from them. Other guys either hated or worshipped him. There was no in-between.
Yugyeom clearly was part of the first branch. Why did this jack-ass have to cast an eye on you, of all people? His very best friend, the girl who belonged to him already? Okay, if he was being honest with himself, you weren't precisely his girl, but still. He had to protect you from getting your heart broken by such a pea brain.
"You could do so much better," he muttered, more to himself than you, but you sensate it anyway. Trying to act like you haven't heard him, you checked your mirror image one last time.
Satisfied with what you took in, you whirl around to face your best friend. "Okay, I'm ready. Wish me luck?" Glaring at Yugyeom, you just hoped he would end up accepting your decision to go on a date with Jackson.
Yugyeom got up on his feet again, steadily approaching you, to come to a still right in front of you. "I can't make you change your mind, right?"
You slightly smiled at him, shaking your head in silence.
"Good luck then," he mumbled, trying his best to return that smile of yours. His giant frame almost entirely wrapped around yours once he pulled you into a hug. Arms twisted around your waist, Yugyeom was holding you close, almost as if he didn't want to let you go. The tip of his nose hiding in your cherry fragrantly hair, he closed his eyes, trying to calm the fuck down again.
"Just don’t -- I mean, be careful, will ya? Don't rush anything just because you think you have to," he added in all seriousness, making you giggle in amusement.
"It's not my first date, Yug. I know what I'm doing," you assured, trying to let go of him while he still held you close. For a split second, it felt weird being this near to him. Were you imagining things, or was he acting whimsically?
"O-kay... but call me if you need to, okay? I'll be there in no time, beating his ass up if I need to."
You chuckled, freeing yourself from him to pinch his cheek. "You're too cute. Thanks for worrying about me, but you really need to chill out."
The constrained smile on his face washed away at your words. Cute? He was fucking worried about you and simply couldn't handle the thought of you being touched by Jackson. Or any other guy. In fact, he felt sick thinking about it, unable to take his mind off of this picture in his head.
Later that night, you being gone for hours at this point, he was going crazy about you. Yugyeom couldn't think straight anymore, rambling around in his room. He couldn't help but think of you two, hiding in a dark alley, making out with each other, hips grinding against one another, Jackson‘s toxic lips all over your neck. Every attempt to distract himself ran dry, only making him lose his mind even more.
He realized he should've never let you go in the first place. But how the hell could he have done that without blurting out how he actually felt for you at this point? Did he have a choice? The thought of you being with someone else was killing him. Said someone being Jackson only made it unbearable.
His thorax was on fire, a dreadful pain spreading all over his body, almost making him throw up. There was no way he would sit this out. He had to do something. Anything.
The next second, Yugyeom was rushing out of his apartment, jumping into his car to kick off the engine. Tires screeching, he pulled out of the driveway to zoom away, exactly knowing where he would find you.
Reaching his destination fifteen minutes later, he almost fell out of his car, his long legs striding along to enter the location hurriedly. Yugyeom's eyes darted around, only to spot you sitting in a booth at the corner of this location. Jackson's arm wrapped around your shoulders to hold you close to him, his lips brushing your ear while he purred something into your ear, making you giggle.
Yugyeom felt sick again. This time he actually had to choke unintentionally. How could he have let you go? You just belonged to him!
Making a bee-line for you, he was standing right at your booth within no time, catching your attention immediately. Your heart dropped into your guts as you glanced at him, perceiving the worried expression on his face.
"Yug?" you voiced, making the other look up to him as well. "What are you doing here?"
Trying to catch his breath, he was eyeing both of you for a moment. Apparently, he was interrupting something, yet he only felt relieved for not walking in on you actually making out. Otherwise, his heart would have been shattered into tiny little pieces.
"Can I -- talk to you for a second?" Without awaiting an answer, he reached for your palm, making you raise up in one swift movement. You tripped over his shoes, almost stumbling into Yugyeom's arms unwittingly.
Jackson jumped up from his seat, trying to stare the other down. "Get lost," he hissed between clenched teeth, his jawline twitching aggressively.
"It's okay. I'll be right back, okay?" You placed your hand on his chest, trying to calm him down. "Why don't you get another round for us while I sort this out?"
Jackson blinked at you, apparently calming down a little. "Sure thing, babe. Don't make me wait for too long, tho!"
Yugyeom rolled his eyes at the other, pulling you in his direction on your wrist. "Yeah, just rot here while waiting for her. Babe!" he grumbled at Jackson, giving him no time to reply anything. Soon after, he left the location with you tripping right behind him.
"What the hell?" you beefed, breaking away from Yugyeom's tight grip. "Did you lose your goddamn mind?"
He gave off an audible sigh, turning around to face you with a self-mocking smirk on his lips. "Probably," he shortly replied before he spun around again.
You blinked in confusion, unsure of what was happening here. Yugyeom seemed different tonight; something was definitely off.
His tall silhouette wandered around on a small spot, seemingly arguing with himself in silence. Slender fingers ran through his onyx-black hair, messing it up. His owner most likely couldn't care less since he was busy with whatever chaos was going on in his head right now.
"Yugyeom-ah!" you whined, taking a step towards him. "Tell me what the fuck you're doing here. Now!"
He lowered his head, black hair strains falling into his face while he closed his eyes, smirking to himself anew in order to bite his lower lip. The bright moonlight turned this simple act into an extraordinarily lewd scene, causing your mind to spin for a second. No doubt, Yugyeom was a magnificent human being, but he was your best friend after all. You plainly shouldn't find him... sexy. However, your knees got a little weak while glancing at him at this very moment.
"Just come home with me," he finally spoke. His lowered gaze, brows furrowed, causing the heart inside your ribcage to flutter. "Let's get outta here, Y/N."
"Home? Now?" Searching for the right words inside your head, you opened your mouth again to close it a few seconds after. "But -"
"I really don't care about that ass-head," he grumbled, his palm pointing in Jackson's direction. "Let's just -- leave."
"Well, I care about him tho!"
Yugyeom chuckled while shaking his head. "No, you don't."
Baffled by his words, you blinked uncontrollably. "What?"
"To be honest, I really thought you liked him. I had no idea what you saw in him, like, literally, no clue. But I just don't believe you actually care about him. I just can't." Taking yet another step towards you, he was gaining some confidence again. "And if you're being honest with yourself, you know I'm right."
Unable to reply in any way, you just glanced at him. You blushed under his intense gaze in order to look away at some point.
"We both know you deserve better."
Suddenly your heart was beating a lot faster, even though you tried to deny it was caused by your best friend, who was incidentally messing with your head at this point.
"I'll be fine, Yug." Your shaky voice revealed how flustered you were. "Stop worrying so much. I can take care of myself."
He let out a deep sigh, throwing his head back in frustration. "You really don't get it? I don't want you to be alone with him! Please, Y/N, I'm begging you. Let's go!"
"No, Yugyeom-ah, you don't get it! I figured I needed this. So, please, just let me go back inside. Please."
"Bullshit!" he hissed between gritted teeth. "Fuck, he doesn't deserve being around you. You're too good for him. You have to be aware of that. Right?"
Feeling a big knot in your throat, you tried your best to stand your point. You needed Jackson - that wasn't even a lie. You were simply in need of him differently than Yugyeom might have thought. Too bad you couldn't explain yourself, so you had to stay vague.
"What's behind all this? Since when are you falling for fake guys like Jackson?"
"Yug, please. I can't. Just -- let me go back inside."
"The hell am I doing that!" He bit his lower lip again, clearly having too much fun to challenge you. Again you didn't know how to respond, being too overwhelmed by everything right now. "I'm not driving home without you."
"Well, then you'll better get in your fucking car while you wait for me, 'cause I'm going back inside now, and it's gonna get freezing cold out here."
Spinning on your heel, you mistakenly thought you ended this conversation now, just to be pulled back by your wrist once more. Full of verve, you crashed into Yugyeom's arms, your face hitting his collarbone while he was gripping you by your waist.
Your eyes were squeezed shut the moment he had taken you by surprise. Dumbfound by what just happened and absolutely overwhelmed by the sudden closeness to him, your body was trembling.
Why hadn't he let you go? Everything could've been so easy if he’d just let you go back inside.
Gently placing his fingers underneath your chin, Yugyeom made you raise your head to look at him. His palm was moving to your cheek, fingertips dancing over your heated, crimson skin.
Every so slowly, you glanced at him. His caramel-brown eyes hypnotized you, his stare making it impossible for you to move a muscle. You held your breath, unable to say or do anything.
"You belong to me, Y/N." His voice was low and intense, giving you goosebumps. For a moment, you just stood there, trying to comprehend what he just said and what this actually meant.
"I tried to be happy for you. I tried to convince myself it's gonna be okay and that it was best if you would go on a date with another guy. I really did."
At this point, your traitor-heart was beating so god damn fast that it almost jumped out of your chest. Your body was still shaking. All of the sensations had been too much to handle a long time ago.
You knew Yugyeom for your whole life now, spending almost all of your time with him, no matter what. Of course, you had been close to him countless times already, but this simply was a whole new concept. Everything felt so different now.
"Yugyeom-ah –"
"It's okay," he mumbled, trying his best to smile at you. His lips unintentionally brushed yours, giving off sparks. "You don't have to say anything. I just hope you'll come with me, now that you know. Please, don't make me suffer even more."
Still staring at him, you haven't even blinked once. You felt petrified, unable to function propperly. There was so much you wanted to say, but not a single syllable crossed your lips.
Yugyeom's grip loosened a little as he tried to let go of you. You, however, followed your instincts by pressing yourself against him and clinging to his collar.
"Don't let go of me," you breathed, barely audible to him.
"What are you doing?" Now he was the one being confused and highly overwhelmed. He was so sure you would turn him down after confessing to you, yet you seemed to do the exact opposite.
Tippytoeing, your face was approaching his, lips brushing against one another once more. Your eyes closed already, thoroughly anticipating what was about to happen now.
"Kiss me."
And, not missing a beat, he did.
One hand traveled to your neck shortly before his soft, plush lips finally locked with yours. Yugyeom was kissing you ever so tenderly, making your stomach tingle most beautifully. Butterflies did somersaults in your belly, the tingling sensation spreading all over your body. You felt a pleasant warmth inside your chest while you felt him smiling into the kiss. His free arm curled around your waist while you clung to the collar of his shirt even more.
Your blood rushed through your veins once he deepened the kiss, causing your knees to turn into jelly. Trying to stay on your tiptoes, you pulled his shirt down to you, exposing his collarbones to the cold midnight air, causing him goosebumps.
Although you both never wanted this kiss to end, you needed to catch your breath at one point. Yugyeom was slightly pulling away from you, still holding you close. His forehead rested on yours while he was drowning in your sparkling eyes.
"You still wanna go back to that jerk?"
Chuckling at his words, you slightly shook your head. "He's probably in good company by now. I'd rather leave with you now."
Grinning from one ear to the other, Yugyeom was pecking your lips again. "So... you don't actually want to be with him?"
"No, doofus. I never wanted to be with him, to begin with."
He gave you a questioning eye, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. Yet he still couldn't figure out what all of this was about.
"I only went on this stupid date to distract myself from what I really wanted." You lowered your head, but he made you look up instantly. "I felt so stupid for falling in love with my best friend. I was in denial. Obviously."
Now it was him, chuckling at your words. "If you'd just said something. Anything. I was freaking out the second you left my room. It was pure torture."
"I'm so sorry," you whispered, pulling his face close again. "I had no idea."
"It's okay. It was all worth it. You are worth it." You felt soft kisses all over your face, making the butterflies rise again. "You are my everything. Always have been."
His words made you grin happily. "So -- how about leaving now? Take me home."
you sank down on him, palms pressed against his chest, jinyoung had his hands on your ass, guiding you. your mouth fell open, gasping for air as you felt the tip of his cock press against your g spot.
“fuck” you hissed through your teeth, looking down at him. jinyoung was smirking knowingly at you, his hand slowly sliding up your body until it reached your neck. he squeezed the sides softly, waiting to get a reaction from you which he got.
you whimpered in his hold while starting to move your hips up and down. even though you were on top, jinyoung still had control over you. one of his hands was holding you by your throat, while the other one was squeezing your ass, helping you ride him.
“you feel so good” he said almost below whisper, his eyes were almost closed and his mouth was slightly open.
“kiss me” you mumbled out your words and jinyoung quickly removed his hold of your throat and pulled you closer to him, kissing your lips hurriedly. it was messy, full of tongue, teeth and saliva. by know he had his both hands on your bottom, bringing your hips up and then slamming them down with force, making you moan loudly into the kiss.
❧ Synopsis: He thought breaking up was the best option. You thought otherwise
❧ A/N: this one’s a little angsty I’m sorry
~ ※ 7 Drabbles for 7K ※ ~
“We should break up.”
4 words that absolutely crushed you. 4 words you never expected to hear. 4 words you definitely weren’t expecting to come out of Jaebeom’s mouth tonight.
“What?”
“We should break up,” he restated, “I think we need a break.”
“A break from what?”
“This relationship.”
“Why?” you looked over at him clearly confused, “Give me one good reason why we need a break.”
“I think you need some time to work on yourself.”
You stared at Jaebeom dumbfounded. What the hell did that mean? Yeah, you weren’t the best mentally but you didn’t think you were this bad off.
“You’ve got to be joking.”
He stared back at you, his face not cracking at all.
“This really doesn’t make sense to me. I’m not doing as bad as you’re making it seem!” you exclaimed, “Tell me, what is concerning you?”
"I just wish you would actually like yourself."
"It’s not that easy,” you scoffed, “I hate myself and that’s not something that can be fixed overnight.”
"Exactly. I think you need some time by yourself to work on actually loving yourself.
"You not understanding this,” you took a step towards him, "I hate myself but I love you. And loving you makes me forget about how much I hate myself!"
Both of you were silent. You honestly weren’t expecting those words to be coming out of your mouth and clearly neither did Jaebeom. You didn’t even know you were crying until you felt the tears dripping off your face. Your angry resolve melted away and you began sobbing. Jaebeom immediately came over and held you tight in his arms.
“Please- I..I don’t,” you hiccupped, “Please don’t leave.”
“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I won’t go anywhere, okay?,” he gently rubbed your back, “We’ll get you some help together. How does that sound?”
You nodded, burying yourself further into his arms. He just held you closer to him without saying a single word. He was going to help you get better but he wasn’t going to leave you to do it alone.
summary: you thought you'd be safe heading over to your best friend's house, but you just end up running from one danger to another
a/n: i'm back! hopefully lol. please forgive the quality of this as i am rusty. i'm just trying to get back into the swing of things as i work on my own book. let me know what you think! :)
“Where?”
The question throws you off guard, more so than the person who asks it. A part of you shouldn’t be shocked that his voice is full of rage and hatred considering he is basically your enemy and yet the slight concern in his tone surprises you. There’s a hundred thoughts going through your mind, so many questions you want to ask him, but your bruised and winded body decides that there are more pressing matters at hand.
“Look, I don’t have time to deal with you,” you sigh and hold your ribs through the pain. “I’m here to see Jaebeom. Where is he?”
“Where?” Mark repeats impatiently, right hand clenched at his side while his left hand is white from his hard grip on the door.
“I don’t know!” you cry at him. “That’s what I’m asking you! Listen, I— something happened and I didn’t know where else to go. Please, I… I need to speak with Jaebeom.”
“Your best friend isn’t here. I’m the only one you’ve got,” he answers in a low voice. With a shake of his head, Mark grabs your arm firmly, yet gently so as to not add any more bruises to your body, and leads you into his home.
Too tired to argue, you let him sit you down on a stool by the kitchen counter and watch his retreating back head off into the bathroom. A loud sound coming from where he is makes you jump — like someone has just punched a wall — before he comes back holding a first aid kit and sits right next to you.
“Is that for your hand?” you joke after seeing his red knuckles — looks like he did punch a wall — but the pain of holding in your laugh makes you wince.
“This is going to hurt,” Mark warns you, leaving your question unanswered as he pours saline onto a cotton ball.
“I can take it.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” he points out and you somehow feel that he means more than cleaning up your wounds.
“What are you— OW! That hurts!” you glare at him.
“I warned you,” he shoots back but dabs at your wounds much softer.
Sighing, you hold your tongue as Mark cleans you up. Now and then, he’ll dab firmly at a particular area that makes you bite your lip and flinch, but you don’t miss the way he treats you delicately, like you are something — someone — precious to him. Once he places the last bandage on your forehead, he packs away the first aid kit and turns his whole body to face you.
“Where?” Mark asks again with a tone of finality and you know he expects you to answer.
“How did you know?” you ask him a question of your own and you watch as he pulls at his hair, frustrated at your refusal to tell him what he wants to know. It’s not that you don’t want to tell him, but his actions confuse you to no end. As far as you know, Mark hates you and barely acknowledges your existence, so why is today any different?
Mark scoffs, indignant. “I’ve always known,” he emphasises. “Wasn’t I the one that warned you about that asshole? Wasn’t I the one that told Jaebeom about that asshole doing this to you? Neither of you ever listened and look, at where it’s gotten you. Bruised and battered on my doorstep— and I know this isn’t the first time.”
“Why do you care?” you prod even further because you need to know.
“I’m the one asking questions—”
“Mark, why do you care?!”
“You don’t get to ask me that!” Mark shouts, drowning out your voice. “For fucks sake, I’ve always cared. If you were honest with yourself, you’d know that already. Now, where the fuck is he?”
Realisation sets in and you finally have the answer to the question you wouldn’t dare to ask out loud, at least not now. “He’s at Jackson’s bar,” you reply and can only watch as he grabs his jacket and keys. “Mark, what are you going to do?”
A/N: This second part was FUN ya’ll I love a jealous Jackson. There will most certainly be a part three to this, hopefully you guys enjoy this part as well! Also absolutely no hate towards the actress in this music video (or in any of the artist videos) I think she’s so lovely and did such a great job with Jackson! It was just a part of how the story unfolded. Also, I work in film / on film sets so some mentions of working on music video sets for context.
Tags: @littlewolfieposts
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A soft beeping managed to pull my eyelids apart, awaking me from my frustrated slumber. I had waited for Jackson to say something when he got into bed, but he simply refused to acknowledge me. Even when I put a hand on his bare back and scratched my nails softly against his warm skin— something that I knew he loved— he still remained silent, even slightly moving away from my reach. I had tossed and turned for a while, eventually the sleepiness taking over as I reluctantly let myself fall asleep.
To my dismay, I woke up to an empty bed. Jackson’s side was undone, blankets pushed around and left towards the end of the mattress. Whatever the beeping was, I figured it was from my kitchen. Getting up and opening the door, I saw a plate of my favorite breakfast: avocado toast with a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Beside it was my phone, with an alarm that could only have been set by Jackson. I tapped on the screen, turning it off and looking down beside it to see a note.
‘good morning, my love. went out for a run. eat up!’
I chuckled softly, placing the scrap of paper back down. Picking up a piece of toast, I took a big bite. Jackson made it a point to avoid fighting as much as possible, but if we ever had any arguments he always made it up to me. He didn’t like being angry for very long, and food was one of his many ways of saying, ‘I’m sorry’. Since he knew I wasn’t a fan of breakfast, it took a couple of tries to finally discover what breakfast food he could make that I would love, and ever since he landed on avocado toast, any moment he could he would whip up a plate of it for me just to make sure I ate.
A few minutes had gone by, and I had already finished most of my meal. A jingling of keys turned my attention to the front door as a sweaty, shirtless Jackson made his way into the apartment.
“Hello, you,” He beamed, locking the door behind him before walking over to me, “Glad to see you’re awake.” He bent down to kiss my forehead, his hand on the back of my head rubbing my hair a bit before going into the kitchen for some water.
I simply smiled at him, unsure of what to say. Why did he lash out and completely ignore me last night? Did I say something that angered him?
“Is… everything okay?” I asked softly, half hoping he didn’t hear me as soon as the words trickled out.
Jackson took a long chug from his water bottle, sweat beads trickling down his forehead and exposed chest. He was quiet a moment, then smiled, “Yeah, all good.”
Winking at me cooly, he walked over to the bathroom to get ready for his shoot. I was left in a bewilderment, still completely confused at his sudden change in moods.
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I sat in a chair close to the monitors, behind the director and a few other of Jackson’s Team Wang associates. Even having met everyone multiple times, I still very much felt out of place. Jackson did his best to make me a part of his life, even if we had to be a bit more secretive around his JYPE management team. Even when he was with GOT7, every chance he could he brought me along, making a point to tell me that whenever I was around, he felt much more at ease. So I tried my best to smile through the intimidation, but the flurry of voices all speaking Korean and Mandarin at once would sometimes silently trigger an anxiety attack.
We had been shooting for a few hours now, Jackson and his backup dancers all dressed as ancient warriors complimented against the ominous forest set background. I had to admit the visuals were beautiful, and knowing that it was all from Jackson’s creative mind made it all the better to watch.
Every time the words ‘Playback!’ blared throughout the stage, the music boomed from the speakers. Jackson’s face would appear on the monitors; three different camera angles capturing his captivating performance. My eyes remained glued to the center monitor, which was a closeup of his face. His hair was combed so professionally, his famously wavy bangs painted precisely across his forehead. The light encapsulated him perfectly, showing off the dirt makeup that had been decorated on him as a way of adding character to his performance, but only making me crave him more. His lips were plump and always in a slight pout, and my eyes remained on them as he lip-synced every one of his lyrics perfectly. Jackson was teasing me and he knew I was watching, so he made it a point to make his eye contact with the camera a precise one.
Everything was going well, and I truly was enjoying the art unfolding before me. That is, until they brought the actress on set.
I was slightly slouching in my seat, legs crossed and my chin resting comfortably in the palm of my hand as the arm rest held my arm in place. Jackson chatted with the director on the set, both of them talking about the next setup they were about to shoot when the three of us all watched as a beautiful woman walked over to them, dressed in a typical, ancient red and white Chinese wrap dress. Her hair was pulled back in such a way that her face was on full display, looking immaculate as the set lights drenched her in an angelic veil.
“Wow!” I could hear Jackson exclaim above the bustling of the other crew members, and his undivided attention was all hers. My jaw clenched, and the water bottle I was holding suddenly doubled as a stress ball. Why did I agree to come to this?
I continued to watch as she smiled at him, and even while the director began to give her stage directions her gaze never once flickered away from Jackson’s. I rolled my eyes at the scene unfolding before me, annoyed that I had to witness it in the first place. Suddenly my calculus homework didn’t seem all that torturous.
Once she was ready, the director walked back to video village, and after a few moments of the camera operator prepping himself for the shot, ‘Action!’ echoed through the soundstage and we were back to it.
Jackson was smooth, his body swerving and rolling to every beat as the song boomed through the speakers. The actress in question then rose from the ground, a mysterious layer of fog hiding her surprise entrance from the ground. She truly resembled a work of art, and when my eyes flickered to the second monitor that caught Jackson’s reaction to her, I felt my blood boil.
His typical cool-guy smolder was gone, and replaced with a much more vulnerable, doe-eyed look. The heartbroken soldier was finally reunited with his long lost love, and boy, did Jackson successfully deliver on his performance.
Trying my best not to make a sound, I crossed my legs, folding my arms and holding them tightly against my chest as I sunk once again into my seat. Throughout the course of my relationship with Jackson, I tried my best not to get jealous, knowing that as a popular Idol he received regular doses of extreme attention from very attractive women across the world. He just shrugged it off and laughed, never taking compliments from online viewers too seriously. Every now and then I’d get in my head about it, but Jackson always reassured me there was never anything to worry about.
But my brain never collaborated in sync with my heart, and suddenly a rabbit hole of thoughts loomed over any rational sense of thinking I previously had. Every night that Jackson texted me saying he wouldn't be able to come over, was another night he had spent in rehearsals with this woman. All the sensual looks that were exchanged, the repeated dance moves of Jackson’s body pressed against hers, for multiple nights on end— and now Jackson gave me a front row seat to see exactly what it was that he had spent so many nights doing with her.
The main dance duet between the two of them ensued, Jackson’s hands almost consistently wrapped around her waist. The two of them moved so smoothly, her body placed intricately up against his. They were like two pieces of a puzzle, belonging to one another so perfectly in this moment. His mouth danced closely to her ear; an arm wrapped around her front and gripping tightly against her hip bone; his hands hooked themselves onto the back of her neck as he steadied her in place. I shut my eyes and pressed my fingers to my eyebrows, trying my best to make it seem like I had a headache when all I wanted was to shield myself from the unfolding romance.
Now I was angry.
The cameras stopped rolling, and the crew erupted into cheers and clapping as Jackson and his mystery woman had successfully delivered the choreography on their first take. The two were given a five minute break, and with the biggest smile on his face, Jackson skipped over to me.
“Hey!” He beamed, trying to kiss my cheek but I pulled away hastily. “What’d you think?” He asked, trying to not let himself get caught up in my reject to his advance.
I ran a nervous hand over my mouth, wanting to be as civil as possible as I caught her looming near video village, glancing every once in a while towards Jackson.
“It was good.” I finally chirped out, Jackson’s slightly confused stare not convinced. “You were good.”
Just then the woman in question walked by us, placing a hand on Jackson’s bicep, “Hey, do you want anything from crafty?” She asked sweetly, her eyes flickering to me once before immediately giving him her full attention.
“Oh, no I’m alright, thank you.” He responded politely, then returned to meet my gaze.
But my eyes were on her figure as she walked away, and it didn’t take long before Jackson connected the dots.
“Y/n,” He demanded, and I looked straight at him, “Seriously?” He chuckled, almost slightly amused that I was feeling any sort of envy.
I raised an eyebrow at him, “You failed to mention she was the reason why you couldn't see me.” I spat at him, annoyed at his childish amusement.
“Don’t be mad.” He smirked at me, placing a hand on my the back of my head and holding it softly, using his fingers to massage soothing circles onto my scalp.
“I’m not mad.” I quipped rather snappily.
He just grinned. “That wasn’t very convincing—”
“I said I’m not mad.” I snapped at him again, this time pulling my head away from his reach.
Jackson was quiet a moment, his eyebrows furrowed. Sighing, he shook his head slightly and walked back to his makeup assistant, exasperated with my attitude.
Immediately I regretted my actions; he was so excited to bring me along today to watch what he had been working on for so long, a song he even supposedly had dedicated to me. But after his erratic shift of emotion last night, and not validating my feelings just now, I was in a world of confusion and hurt, and wished more than anything for the shoot to be over.
It was the last setup for the day, Jackson and his actress were meant to finish on top of the trap door as it lowered them into the ground. I was busy distracting myself on my phone, using anything from Instagram to old downloaded games to distract my gaze from the two of them.
Once the lights dimmed I locked my phone, not wanting the screen light to be a distraction. The all-too familiar beat boomed once more, and the two of them swayed as effortlessly as the first time they started. Taking her hand in his, he spun her towards him and the two of them clung to each other in a tight embrace, the expression on her face desperately possessive as her arms locked tight around his torso. One of monitors held on Jackson’s coverage, and I watched as he slowly placed a hand on the back of her head, digging his fingers softly into her hair, singing along to the final lyric before looking down at her solemnly and pressing his cheek onto the back of her head. As the trap door lowered them into the fog covered ground, he nuzzled into her hair, his lips pressed to the back of her head as he comfortably shut his eyes for the final shot.
Now I was furious at him.
I took a deep, calming breath as I bit the inside of my cheek, trying my damnedest to suppress every violent thought that was crossing my mind. Jackson and the girl broke out into a fit of giggles as they were brought back up into the set, and the crew welcomed them back up with cheers as we had just officially called wrap for the night.
Jackson took the time to address the crew, thanking them for their hard work and dedication to his project. He was sweet, speaking from the heart and truly appreciating the crew for being as invested as he was in the creation of his video. His speech was a little too perfect, almost making me forget why I was so angry in the first place. But once he finished and the clapping ensued, the woman I was trying my best to avoid eye contact with glanced over at me, then looked back to Jackson with the biggest smile as he took her into her arms, hugging her tightly and lifting her for a quick spin. I scowled at him, turning my head away from the scene with a disgusted face.
