How about a 500 word small story based on Prompt #24 on Prompt list 1 starring Park Jaehyung of Day6 or Mark Tuan of GOT7.
Prompt: “You forgot your wallet? Again?”
Word Count: 640 words (a lil over the original wc but that is okay cause fluff)
Pairing: Mark Tuan x Male!Reader
Group: GOT7
Genre: Fluff
A/N: This turned out super cute, loved writing it 💖. I picked Mark cause I am just missing GOT7 a lil right now and Mark felt like the kind of person to fumble around when their crush talked to them
2 days ago, tired university senior, Mark Tuan had desperately clung onto, equally tired but much more snarky university senior, Park Jinyoung begging with every last ounce of energy he had so that Jinyoung would buy him a cup of coffee to get him through his first lecture because he just so happened to be running late that morning and forgot his wallet.
The were in the middle of a relatively empty cafe a mere 5 minute walk away from their lecture and Jinyoung seemed to be taking pleasure in making a very tired Mark beg him for the drug that would get him through the next hour and a half.
Eventually Jinyoung conceded and puled out enough money for both their drinks placing the money in Mark's hand and shoving him unceremoniously towards the counter to order for them both.
Mark who would have normally put up a fight in this situation decided to take what mercy was given him and dragged himself towards the cashier who he know noticed had been silently watching him and Jinyoung fight.
Mark knew cute when he saw cute and right now he was being confronted with enough cute to substitute for the large triple shot iced americano he was about to order.
"Hey, what can I get for you?" Mark was pulled out of his open mouthed admiration for the man in front of him, he felt a blush creeping up his face as he quickly gathered his thoughts in order to form coherent sentences.
"Just two large iced americano's please." Mark muttered, when the barista looked down he quickly looked towards the name tag to read the name of the person he definitely had a crush on at this point.
"y/n' Mark read quietly, a hum pulled him out of another stupor and he found y/n giving him a mischievous smile. Mark blushed again and quickly averted his gaze.
He was silent for the rest of the transaction as y/n handed him his change and told him to wait five minutes while he prepared the drinks. If their hands brushed when Mark was taking the drinks and Mark almost dropped them then no one needed to know that.
This is why Mark found himself standing outside the same cafe two days later debating whether he should go in or not.
"Oh, it's you again, why aren't you going in?" Mark was sure that if he had turned around just a little faster he would have gotten a whiplash, but there standing beside him was y/n, the whole reason he had come here on a morning when he didn't have lecture.
"Uhhhhh...." Mark wanted to run before he embarrased himself anymore, why couldn't he just talk?
"Oh don't tell me," y/n paused his smile amused, "Your forgot your wallet? again?"
Mark felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and he qiuckly shook his head no.
"I-I didn't forget my wallet, I-oh god, I wanted to ask if you wanted to like..." Mark trailed off again trying to form the rest of his question.
"Grab a drink together? Meet up sometime? Maybe you wanted my number?" y/n supplied after a moment of staring at Mark's silent figure.
"ummm....whichever one you like?" y/n laughed at that his hand digging into his pocket to pull out a pen.
He stepped closer to Mark and took his left hand in his, if Mark's was blushing before he was sure he'd burst a few arteries in his cheeks now.
"send me a message, tell me when you want to meet." y/n pulled away smiling at Mark one last time before disappearing into the cafe.
Mark stared down at the number written on his hand with a small smiley face and couldn't help the smile that came onto his face.
Kisses (12) Against a wall kiss & Random (28) “How drink was I?” Jackson Wang x Reader
Send an ask with two (2) numbers, from which prompt and what members from GOT7
Jackson and you had a friendship that went back to your training days. You both meet when you were signed with JYP, your girl group just about to debut when the leader got into a scandal and ruined it for the rest. So you decided to finish schooling and go for your main goal: acting. And so, you graduated with honors and with opportunities from broadcasting companies around. In no time, you found yourself going from a supporting cast to the lead in a few years.
Of course, your friendship with Jackson never faltered, and the two of you continued to spend as much time together as you could. Between your filming, auditioning and awards, you were just as busy as Jackson. He juggled his own label, his group, and tours along with an upcoming comeback.
You loved your career, you constantly told Jackson how happy it made you and how excited you were for new roles for characters you were going to play.
As for Jackson, he too loved his career. He loved his fans, how supportive they were and how much they cared for him. He constantly wondering how he got so lucky with group mates like his and fans that loved him.
Tonight, though, you enjoyed your night off. You had soft music on, lights off save for the few candles in your living room. You had called Jackson over to watch a movie only for his voicemail to answer. You found out through social media that he was out with a few friends and you let him be, knowing he needed his stress relief.
The sound of your door opening caught you off guard, about to stand but instead relaxing when Jackson appeared, closing the door behind him and locking it. He gave you a huge smile, one that you happily returned.
“Hey, I thought you were-“
“I’ve missed you!”
You flinched at the loud exclaim, giggling when you realized that Jackson was drunk. “Oh, you’re drunk.” You giggled out, Jackson only shaking his head, pouting.
“I’m not drunk, you’re drunk,”
“Of course, because I can get drunk off coffee.”
Jackson took a seat next to you, sighing as he relaxed. You watched as his eyes began to droop, exhaustion was clear as day on him. He had been working hard in the studio, the comeback with his group growing near not to mention that he was working with his label for an upcoming song.
Jackson tilted his head to look at you, watching you before smiling. “Don’t look at me like that,”
You returned the smile, your hand in his hair and raking your fingers through it. Jackson’s eyes closed, letting out a breath through his nose. You watched as he got comfortable once more, letting himself get taken by sleep. You enjoyed the softness in Jackson's hair between your fingers, watching as his new cut complimented him. You always told him that an undercut would look good on him again and it looked like he finally agreed to it.
It was only a few minutes before his whole body relaxed, arms loosely crossed over his body. You set your mug of coffee down, standing to get a blanket from your hall closet. You pouted a bit seeing that you didn’t have the white one he liked before remembering that you had it on your bed. You closed the door, turning to head to your room only to be startled as Jackson towered over you.
“Jack, you scared me...” You whispered out, about to hit his chest but his eyes kept your frozen. They pierced you, forcing you to back onto the wall. Jack placed his hands next to your head, bending down a bit to be eye level with you.
You were at a loss for words, raising a hand to his shoulder to keep distance between you both. You never saw Jackson like this, only when he played around but right now it seemed like he wanted to devour you.
“I always wondered what you would do if I ever did this...” His voice was low, shivers going up your spine. His face inched closer, lips brushing yours ever so gently. You could taste the alcohol on his breath, feeling yourself get lightheaded.
His lips moved to your jaw, skimming down your neck where he placed a few light kisses, making your back arch the slightest to expose your neck more.
You whimpered when Jackson pulled back, giving you a goofy smile. “I’m going to bed,”
You were left against the wall, watching Jackson disappear inside your room. Your mind raced with everything that happened, eyes closed as you decided that sleep was what you needed.
You woke up sore and with neck pain, the couch not being as comfortable as you thought it would be. Jackson walked into the kitchen as you made him a cup of tea, looking over at him and smiling. “Hey, how are we feeling?”
With a grunt, Jackson took his mug and drank the hot liquid, groaning in satisfaction. “Remind me to never have strong liquor like that again,”
You only smiled, shaking your head a bit before you gasped slightly, Jackson’s arms around your waist as he hugged you from behind. He kissed your cheek, resting his cheek on your shoulder. It wasn't new to do this, in fact, this was a norm for the two of you. But after the events last night, you didn't know how to read this. Jackson noticed how tense you were, opening his eyes to see you tense.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jackson’s hand on your cheek made you look at him.
“I’m just a bit stiff, the couch wasn’t comfy,”
“Couch? Why would you sleep there? It’s not like we don't share a bed sometimes,” Jackson laughed, seeing you look away, going back to your mug. Jackson felt the tension grow, suddenly worried. “Wait, did I say something to you last night? I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean it-“
“You didn’t say anything, Jack, don’t worry.” You looked up at him, seeing the worry in his eyes before you gave him a reassuring smile.
“How drunk was I?”
You blinked a bit, thinking about what happened before looking up at him. Taking Jackson’s hand and leading him back to the wall by the hall closet, you gulped at the nerves growing. You took a breath before you rested on the wall, Jackson confused as you placed his hands next to your head.
“This drunk,” Your voice dropped to a whisper as you pulled Jackson down to you, his mouth only a breath away from yours. “You said you always wondered what I would do if you ever did this...”
Jackson was at a loss for words, looking at you stunned. You took in a breath, closing the distance between you both.
You knew this jeopardized your friendship, one where you both treated each other with nothing but respect but could still be blunt and honest as always. But you also knew this was what you wanted since yesterday. When his lips trailed down your neck, his nose skimming your skin and the way his smile gleamed in the barely lit hall, something erupted inside of you and you wanted more.
Jackson was stunned, unsure of what to do as you pulled back, eyes down. “That’s what I would do,”
You worried you ruined your friendship, Jackson would leave without a second thought and never contact you again. You would lose your best friend over something you wanted, over you being selfish and-
But you stood stunned as his lips crashed into yours, body pressed into yours. You returned the fevered kiss, hands snaking around his neck as Jackson’s hands dug into your hips, bringing your impossibly closer as he still kept your pinned to the wall.
You whimpered as his lips trailed down your neck, placing wet kisses everywhere before moving back to your lips. He pecked them once, twice, thrice before he pulled back, catching his breath.
You both stared at each other before he grinned, making you grin back. “Does this mean you’re mine?”
You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, smiling. “I’ve always been yours.”
“ I might have or might have not hit someone with a frying pan.“ “ Quick!! Pretend we’re dating.” “ You always have a choice.” Got7 Bambam
thx for the request, honey! Hope you like it. 💛💛💛
Frying pans & first dates [Bambam x Reader]
A/n: Prompt entry: 11. + 14. + 23. Got7 Bambam
⎟from this prompt [x] list⎟
Warning [Rating]: normal [G]Pairing: Bambam x ReaderLength: 1,7k
Following your friend like a lost puppy wasn’t how you planned your night in the first place. Bambam was right when he said the party would be boring, the room stuffy and crowded the moment you stepped in, air not dissipating since. Everything was still beautifully decorated, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, their light illuminating the large room. And to your dismay, there were also a lot of familiar faces among the crowd you were forced to greet while the evening went on. Nearly every few steps the two of you took you were met with another familiar face who forced pleasantries with the two of you before boasting about all their own accomplishments, several staring at you far longer than Bambam would have liked. To set things straight, you and Bambam weren’t really a thing. You were friends, sometimes flirting with each other and being quite touchy whenever you two got to spend some time together, but until now, you were only friends. You loved the way he’d make you laugh uncontrollably, even at the most inappropriate places. He’d be the first person to talk to after a long day and Bambam would always be the only person being able to comfort you.
But because of his funny and lively personality, it surprised you even more that he’d be that well put together and so not like him. He looked astonishing in his dark Burgundy suit that made his tall figure striking. His light grayish hair styled up in a way you wanted to comb your fingers through. You weren’t sure if the way you were dressed was appropriate for today’s occasion, the lacy white dress flowing past your knees wasn’t as fancy as the long dresses and suits of other guests in the room.
But all the worries of not looking good enough faded away every time you caught Bambam staring when he pretended to be listening to other guests, hand protectively on your lower back the entire evening. He probably knew he looked great, had to know he was outshining every other man in the room by a mile. He introduced you to every person with a cocky grin as if he had brought the most beautiful girl in the world with him. And it was nice to feel appreciated, and shown off. The only thing that bothered you was the fact that he didn’t introduce you as his girlfriend but only as friends.Standing between all the people in their nice attire, you felt a bit insecure, waiting for Bambam to return from getting you two a glass of Champaign at the bar, to celebrate the evening, he said.While waiting for him, your focus danced around the room, landing on the people that stood out to you. There was the elderly couple that had a deep conversation at the end of the room, him shyly looking away whenever she’d look at him for too long. There was the younger man trying to feel up his date despite her clear disdain for his attempts, a quiet snort sneaking past your lips when she turned and smacked his arm. And then you saw him. The last person you expected and which to see at this place, this night. The one person that broke your heart multiple times, crushed it underneath his boot and gave it back to you in little pieces, expecting it to just mend it together so easily and keep loving him unconditionally. While he was fucking someone else in your own shared flat two days after.Let’s say the relationship you had with this man if you could call it that, was wrong. In every way possible. And it was no surprise, nor to you or to him, that things didn’t end up well. You had huge fights when you were still happily together, but there were even bigger ones as things started to come to an end between the two of you. He’d always be hot-tempered, overprotective but not in a good way. So it wasn’t really surprising to you that things between you escalated quickly.Not really noticing that Bambam had returned, your eyes were still focused on the spot where he stood just seconds ago. „Sorry, it took so long. I was just-.“ You cut him off as soon as you realized that your Ex was indeed walking his way over to the two of you. You could already imagine how your conversation would go. He’d brag about his job as a manager, talk about all the girls he’s laid after you, making you feel even more insecure with every additional word he’d speak. In all your despair, you turned around to Bambam, grabbing his shoulder as you whispered quite harshly but pleadingly into his ear.„Quick! Please do me a huge favor and pretend we’re dating. My stupid ass ex is coming over right now and I won’t give him the satisfaction of winning over the following conversation.“ Bambam couldn’t even muster an answer, still seeming to get the hint as he swung his free hand around your waist shortly before taking it away from it again, greeting the man in front of you with a shake of his hand and a smile towards your form. „[Y/N]! How long has it been? Four months?“„Not long enough.“ Was the only thing you mumbled in a reply, a sickeningly sweet smile still plastered on your face. Him not getting the hint moved over to Bambam. „And who is this?“ He asked, rather threatening, squaring up in size as he approached your friend, that had his hand placed at the small of your back protectively by now.
„Bambam. I’m her boyfriend.“ And even though you knew it was only because he wanted to do you a favor, you couldn’t handle the butterflies erupting in your stomach as he said that. The two men exchanged looks, before your Ex turned towards you again, feeling Bambam’s grip on you tighten.„Your bad, man. Good luck.“ Was the only thing your Ex muttered before walking off, shoving Bambam with his shoulder. You let out a shaky breath, fearing Bambam’s reaction to the whole scene that just unfolded. „I am so sorry for that, seriously. He’s a douche.“ You apologized, avoiding his eyes as you took a small sip of your Champagne. How could someone ruin this night so easily for you?„Yeah, he is.“ Also taking a sip of his champagne, Bambam tried to catch your gaze, noticing that you were avoiding his.
„Did he hurt you?“ He asked after what felt like an eternity staring into his eyes, his worried and somehow angered look made you feel uncomfortable. People could see you like this and you weren’t so fond of that. Not tonight. It was supposed to be all about him, not you and your previous relationship problems. Taking your hand in his, you two moved over to a free table, sitting down next to each other.
Your shoulders rose and fell in a shrug as your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, eyes glancing down his neck when he swallowed. His tongue poked out to wet his bottom lip as he set his champagne flute down, fingers reaching out and brushing a stray hair off your bare shoulder blade, eyes focused on the contact. But the shake of your head didn’t quite convince him. „Well, things didn’t end up well between us. You might have already noticed, he’s a rather hot-headed guy.“ You spoke in a small voice, scared that people would listen to your conversation. To assure you that everything was fine, Bambam laid his hand on your thigh reassuringly while nodding. „I’ve noticed. But did he hurt you…physically?“ His own voice, not louder than a small whisper now, rang in your ears and made tears swell up in your eyes. It made you so emotional that Bambam always cared so deeply for you. Things could become really bad between you and your ex, and sometimes you’d hurt each other. He’d throw a glass at you and tell you eventually it was your own fault for getting into an argument with him. Remembering how bad things really were and what kind of irrational things you did to each other, you had sniffle a laugher.Bambam looked at you disbelievingly, not quite sure if it was you crying in front of him or just laughing. Placing your own hand on top of his, you were now the one to reassure him. „You know, I might have or might have not hit him with a frying pan once.“ And now it was Bambam’s turn to not burst out laughing, while you were giggling yourself, lightening up the mood in some way. „You did?“ He asked in disbelief while trying to stifle his laughter and you could only nod, telling him that you had no other choice back then.
„Well, you always have a choice, [Y/N]. But that asshole probably deserved it.“
„He did for sure.“ Was your only answer before taking the last sip of your drink, placing the empty glass onto the table afterward, your eyes focused on the man in front of you that was now gazing towards the ground. He took his hand away from your thigh, making you sight disappointed at the loss of his touch. He was now fiddling with the rings on his fingers nervously. „You know, we could get out if here. Grab some snacks on the way back home and watch a movie.“ He suggested, fearing your answer would be no. But knowing you, he knew you’d love that. Whenever the two of you had enough time you’d always watch a movie and just chill together. But so far it has only been
„As friends…?“ You asked, wanting him to say no because you so desperately wanted to be more than that to him. This evening only proving to you that he’d be the right guy. And he stuttered as he answered your question, making you smile from ear to ear with three words.
„Maybe, as more. If you want to.“ You nodded at his suggestion even though he was looking ahead and not at you, cheeks aching from how hard you were trying to fight away the euphoric smile that was fidgeting on your lips, only now realizing how strong your feelings were ringing in your ears as you stood. His hand slid into yours, fingers weaving together so his grip was more firm as he led the way towards the door.
Can I please have “I’d let you if you asked” with Jaebum? Fluff. Thanks!
wc: 788
The low humming from the upper corner of the ceiling gained more of the focus in your mind when you noticed your arms beginning to clutch together overtop of your chest. Glancing from the AC unit, and then to your bare arms did you see the visible goosebumps scattering. With pursed lips you regretted a short sleeve, but were thankful for the long peachy socks covering at least a bit of your calves.
Now unable to focus on the phone in your hand, you leaned your neck back into the corner of the couch and makeshift pillow Jaebum’s shoulder had become since sitting down. His own gaze trailed minuscule glances around the screen, thumb scrolling periodically as he finished reading whatever interested him on the kindle app.
His arms looked utterly unbothered by the cool draft, perfectly covered by the plushness within the dark sleeves of his hoodie. You recalled him tugging it on over a thin long sleeve before leaving the hotel room, and also the comment leaving his lips that you should bring along some type of jumper as well. You had said something about it being sunny, and at his fingertips prodding into the side of your waist the idea of grabbing the jacket in your suitcase was replaced my a quick yelp and taking hold of his hand as you left through the doorway.
Jaebum really wouldn’t be bothered if you mentioned something about the temperature. You knew that. All it would lead to was maybe a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk of the earlier memory, or maybe a need for him to insist in the future that you needed to bring a hoodie wherever since building’s temperatures vastly varied apparently. You knew it wouldn’t be a big deal, but still.
His eyes left his screen and found your huddled frame as you snuggled your body closer to the crook of warmth created by him and the couch. Silently assessing the need for the movement, he watched with a growing smile as your hands not-so-sneakily dover into the pouch of his hoodie.
“What are you doing?” He pretended like he didn’t know, a short breathy laugh leaving as your surprised eyes glanced up at him. Your movements weren’t subdue so, to Jaebum, the way you looked like you’d been caught stealing seemed endearing– silly, but endearing nonetheless. As quickly as your hands tried to take refuge, they exited away as you shrugged,
“Nothing…” You body nearly from his entirely when Jaebum set his phone on the arm rest, trading the grip for the far side of your waist to tug you back towards him.
“Yeah?” Lips asked before pressing a quick peck on the side of your temple, blossoming into another smile as your hand pressed into his chest. “Your skin’s cold. What’s that about?”
“Stop, nerd.” You huffed, a smile of your own begrudgingly in place. “I’m not cold, I just think your hoodie is comfy.” Amused crescents replaced opened eyes as he laughed at your excuse, still not exactly sure why you were avoiding to admit you were simply searching for some warmth. “I wonder if it’s as comfy as it looks, that’s it.”
“Sure, baby.” He nodded slowly, releasing hold of you after your palm tapped a painless jab against his chest. “So you want to wear it then, huh?”
Trying your hardest– now that you’d come this far in unnecessary denial– to avoid laughter, you simply smiled, mumbling some type of incoherent “maybe” and shrugging once more with a useless amount of faux nonchalant. Jaebum was busting into laughter at the whole process, not helping your cheeks to stay their usual pigment but instead turning into an embarrassed flush. You waited for him to calm down, the smile never leaving your features as your head shook slowly.
“You can wear it, sweetie. I’d let you if you’d ask.” He explained, voice tinged in a little labored from the laughter. With ease he removed the large hoodie from over his upper body, holding it in a single hand while the other ruffled his bangs back into place.
“Thanks-” Your eyes followed the swift trail as he held the familiar hoodie just from your reach, and then found his own playfully gleaming irises in time for him to speak,
“If you ask.” Your eyebrows furrowed at the teasing tone, and the dumbly cute smile at the situation presented. You huffed, wondering why in the world you hadn’t just asked to begin with,
“Can I wear it since I’m freezing, you dork.” Because as proved by the smile aimed towards you before he draped the hoodie over your body, he definitely wasn’t going to let you live this act down.
The classic story where one-night-stand-turns-into-stranger-with-benefits go wrong. You met Yugyeom at one of the nightclubs in Cheongdam-dong. Maybe it was his dance – that seduced you into his bed. In the end, either you and Yugyeom keep looking for each other–fall into the same pattern. At first, it was only about sex – but then, Yugyeom starts to hang out with you here and there, and even listening to all your maudlin speeches. You see him in the new light. But, again – you don’t think you received enough signal if he’s possibly in love with you. That’s why you didn’t know that he actually wants more...
Angst (7) “Do you even still love me?” & (15) ”I told you not to fall in love with me.” Mark Tuan x Reader
Send an ask with two (2) numbers, from which prompt and what members from GOT7
It was supposed to be one night, just one night. You told yourself over and over again that it was only one time. You couldn’t keep running back to your brother’s best friend when you had a bad day. But he comforted you as no one could.
His arms held you tightly, his lips kissed your head, his calloused hands ran up and down your arms and your back, making all your problems fade away.
It started out innocent when he bumped into you at the bar and walked you home. But then he texted you a week later, asking how you felt and you told him that it was worse. He listened to you telling him about how shitty your boyfriend was treating you. How you didn’t deserve it but you couldn’t leave him. You would try and he would make you feel guilty whenever he brought up everything he did for you.
The night it happened, Mark held you like he always did, shushing your cries. You sniffled, a lot calmer than you were an hour ago. “God, I’m so stupid, Mark.”
“No you’re not, he is,”
When you met Mark, your brother joked about how high you held yourself. And you laughed along, nodding. “I’m not easy, you gotta work hard to get me,”
Mark laughed, shaking his head as he watched the confidence oozing out of you, making you look irresistible. You gave him a smirk, winking. “Don’t fall in love with me, Mark. I’m difficult to handle.”
You knew your worth, you knew you were someone had to fight for, but this had been going on for so long that you slowly began to crumble, thinking nothing of yourself.
And Mark saw.
He saw how slowly the confidence was withering away to nothing. From how high you held your head, how you walked without a care, how you dressed like if you owned a whole company when you were only a journalist. Now it seemed like you were robbed of that, and it made Mark furious.
“Mark-“
“I’ll prove how much you're worth.”
Mark made you his for the night, ravishing you like you were his last meal. He held you tightly, keeping eye contact as he whispered how good you felt, how you were so beautiful.
Mark woke up to see you hurriedly pull on your clothes in the morning, the sun barely rising through his curtains.
“Where are you going?”
You froze, gulping down the nerves. You licked your lips, clipping your bra on and pulling your hoodie over your head, eyes scanning for your jeans. “Home, I shouldn’t have done that-“
“Do you even still love me?” Mark cut you off, making you remember how you confessed to him almost three years ago. In your defense, you didn’t know he was dating someone, but by the time Mark went to return the feelings, you were with your boyfriend.
You didn’t say anything, just fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie.
“I love you,” Mark was standing in front of you now, hand cupping your chin to make you look at him. “Tell me you love me too,”
“I told you not to fall in love with me.” You whispered.
Mark gulped, eyes glassy as he shrugged a shoulder, silently pleading with you to stay. His arms wrapped around your waist when you took a step back, dragging you back to him. “It's too late for that,"
Prompt: my friend sent me a really hot picture of Yoongi to make me freak tf out, so as revenge I wrote this LOL, or: A Series of Firsts
At what point did it start?
If you considered all the moments that were significant-- every moment that was a bit more special than others, you would remain unable to pinpoint where.
Your birthday, for instance, was a great memory. Jackson held your hand to lead you into a dimly lit cafe situated a few stories up on the corner of a quiet intersection. The second you walked in, you heard him giggle and could picture the grin that matched it, but without getting the chance to focus too much on him the lights flashed on. Your closest friends were gathered and yelled surprise, as if you were. Feigning it like everyone does when gifted with a secret birthday party, you gasped and covered your face with your hand. Smiling more at the boy who still clutched onto you, you glanced to the crowd and said a genuine thanks.
It wasn’t too long ago that a cold night had wrapped your body in it’s relentless touch of winter. Jackson and you were laughing feverishly about something dumb he said amid car headlights and passerby’s visible breaths. When you came to a stop at the crosswalk that covered the two of you in a ray of red, he looked down at you. Raising an eyebrow after a moment, Jackson hunched himself down to your level,
“Is it the light making your face red, or is your skinned actually rosy from the weather?” He pondered aloud, maybe wanting an answer, but before you were able to, his finger tips connected with the skin just beside a dimple on your cheeks. “Wow, your face is cold!”
“Thanks for the observation.” You continued to smile up at him, feeling a kick in your heart, but not that. He chuckled in response to your sassy reply, before removing the hand from your face to brush stray bands from his own eyes.
“Look here, cherry cheeks,” Your eyes rolled, and the blush on your face probably became a bit stronger at the description, but he paid no mind, “I’m just looking out for my favorite, alright?” He said. Unconscious to you, was his hands removing the navy wool that he wore around his neck in a thick clump. You were too busy, glancing away in an attempt to hope your cheeks would lose some color from your evident embarrassment. When your eyes reconnected with the soft evening tone that colored Jackson’s irises, it was a reaction to him tugging you forward with the scarf that he now tossed around the back of your neck. “You’re cute.”
Your heart did beat faster that time. How could it not? But as much of an effect that that moment had on you, especially considering how it grew into a gentle exchange of him securely wrapping the soft scarf laced generously with his cologne-- as much as you loved that moment, it wasn’t the one that you were trying to think about now.
The two of you were a couple, properly. When out and about in public, you certainly did not cling onto him, or him you. You barely held hands outside of a private space, and maybe that was why this situation was occurring. Anger was not pointed in the direction of your relationship with Jackson being hidden away from the media, but there was a different kind of frustration wrapping its grip around you.
Nights like this one, in particular were a bit more difficult. You had been the one subjected to bring a large amount of food to the dorms. Losing a game of rock paper scissors, often meant your wallet took a hit, but nevertheless you supplied all the necessities for an easy night in with the rest of GOT7. One of the more annoying parts of maintaining a secret relationship was having to sneak around. You felt like you were pretty good at it by now; there weren’t any cameras or people in sight when you slipped in the door.
Making sure to shut it tight meant balancing on a single foot and having the other kick into the door hard. If it weren’t for the bags of food, the task would be simple enough, but the disproportionate weight caused your legs to stutter.
“Woah,” And had Jackson’s hands not taken a firm grip on your sides you would have ended up coated in food. “Clumsy.” The warmth from his breath sent a counteractive sensation against chilled neck, and the pads of his fingers taking a gentle squeeze on your hip bones only added to the effect.
“Yeah.” You blurted out, laying the souls of your shoes back against the floor properly. “I would’ve texted you that I was here, but my hands are full.”
“I can help with that.” He said a bit softer than needed. Before having the time to consider his tones, the bags were removed from your grip, just like your hips from his hands. You turned to face him, finally, but unable to take a good look before his lips were pressed softly on yours. “Missed you.” He said too soon, and gestured for you to follow him down the corridor. After the slightest hesitation, you did so, catching up to him without having to go through much effort.
“Y/N, good to see you again!” Jaebum was the first to greet you as the two of you entered into the common area. “We heard the door open earlier, but Jackson was the first to sprint over and see who it was.”
“He’s head over heels.” Bambam’s head popped up from the couch he was lying down on. Jackson’s eyes rolled and opened his mouth to speak, but was beat to it by Yugyeom, who was on the armchair beside you.
“More like whipped, right, hyung?”
“Say what you want, but at least I have a girlfriend.” He countered, with a shrug before leaving you to place the food in the kitchen. “Yugyeom-ah, Bambam-ah, we forgot to get you guys anything, by the way.” Now you giggled softly, watching the two hop up from their seats and whine their way into the kitchen before Jackson hid their portion of food away.
Maybe you had simply over thought the whole situation.
Eight people squished into the living area was not the easiest of arrangements. The couch ended up being an overcrowded hub of you, Jackson, Mark, and Jaebum. With Jackson occupying the corner, and you right beside him, it wasn’t the worst position to be in. Your head was rested against his chest, that was angled backwards into the comfort of the plush cushion. His arm was around your shoulder, fingers lazily twirling a lock of hair, while his eyes looked at the screen.
Empty containers of food scattered about the area, and the lighting was only coming from the television and distant kitchen. It wasn’t easy to see everyone when you glanced around the room, not that it mattered much. Somewhat interested in what was going on in the film, you continued staring at the screen. The lines entered through your ears, and sure you could follow along with the plot, but when you took notice of Jackson readjusting his position you sat upwards to allow him movement. You think you heard him mutter an apology, but didn’t think much of it when he simply wrapped both his arms back around you and tugged him back onto his chest.
Both of his hands were locked together by his fingers, on the part of your midriff where the hem of your shirt had riled up only slightly in the previous movements. Nevertheless, part of Jackson’s hands were taking warmth away from your bare skin, and you nibbled softly on your bottom lip in response.
This was like those moments that you could never precisely pinpoint.
A few days prior to this evening, Jackson and you found time very late in the day to sneak away from other engagements in order to see one another. There was nothing special about the venue you met up in; just a simple arcade that didn’t seem to receive much attention due to the bad location down a back alley off of the main road. In any case, there was less of a reason to be incredibly detached from each other’s touch. You both took the precautions of having the hoods of your tops covering your heads, and did the best effort to avoid glancing around at any one person for too long, but that didn’t mean you had to abstain from any and all physical attention.
His fingers were intertwined with yours. You commentated reverently and watched him maneuver the claw over the animal you pointed out to him seconds earlier. Holding your breath as Jackson pressed the release button, you both watched in silence to see if he was able to win the ridiculously colored cat plush. When the claw came back up, holding the head firmly in its reach you barely hopped off the floor and made an unintelligible exclamation of delight.
“You finally won for once!” You acknowledged, not intending to offend Jackson, but being him, he pouted in response as he crouched down to retrieve the prize.
“The one last time was rigged, and you know it.” He defended, handing you the toy in any case, and smiling when you started to laugh. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
“Thank you, sweetie.” You laughed once more, but squeezed his hand tighter. Pushing yourself onto your toes, you rewarded him with a kiss, intending for it to be the simplest of pecks. Only Jackson’s newly free hand found the curve of your spine and pulled you closer to him, the kiss having no choice but to deepen. Unable to get your body to actually move your arm to stop him, you simply savored the moment. Once he finally let up, and you both began taking fresh intakes of air did you notice the extremely tight grip you had on your new plush gift. You couldn’t care less, and instead looked up at him. Your heart was beating differently than on your birthday, and certainly with more power, but there was no time to dwell on the emotions, because the random shouts on the other aisle of games reminded the two of you that you were in public. Interrupted from trying to better understand what you felt.
“Not gonna stay later?” Yugyeom asked, his arms stretching upwards in the air to release tension in his back from being curled up on the armchair.
“No, but I’ll visit again soon.” You made the promise, reaching out to accept the offered hug from Bambam, and the much briefer one from Jinyoung.
“Practice is at eight tomorrow, right?” Jackson pitched up, his hand finding its way back to yours despite looking over to Jaebum for confirmation, who responded with a yawn and a nod of his head. “See you guys there, then.” He said as a goodbye. The two of you bowed your heads, and gave a wave and replied to whatever other goodbyes that the maknae line shouted out to you as you exited the same way you came in.
Back out into the crisp winter night, you immediately shivered when a gust of wind overtook the two of you. Noticing this, Jackson giggled lowly, and removed the hold of his hand on yours to begin rubbing either of your arms in an attempt to circulate heat.
“Jagi, you want to get ice cream on the way to my apartment?” He teased you outright, relishing in the sarcastic shake of your head. “You’re so cute.” This type of heart beat was different from earlier, but you couldn’t shake how the former felt by comparison. You knew it had an affect on the way you kept your eyes lingering on his lips, and how you felt yourself take in a bigger breath when Jackson’s tongue ran across them at the end of his short series of laughter. You acknowledged that difference, but what was there to do to bring it the attention desired?
“Did you like the movie?” You asked him, lightly swinging your connected arms up and down as you walked down the quiet sidewalk. Exhaling, you watched visible breath float off in the air before disappearing. When your ears caught his sudden scoff, you turned to look up at him with enough time to see him finish shrugging,
“Yeah, I guess what I ended up paying attention to was good.” He not so thoughtfully admitted, his neck twisting as a car honked at another somewhere behind the two of you. The stretching action revealed more of the spotless skin that had been more obscured by the collar of his jacket. Not a single blemish to hide. “What about you?” You found yourself swallowing thickly and then returning your half-hearted focus to the path ahead.
“It was interesting, yeah.” As you unconsciously mimicked the shrugging action Jackson previously gave to you, you caught yourself and nearly laughed at the similarity. “I couldn’t really pay attention to it honestly.”
“Ah, me too.” He nodded beside you, “Not with you that close to me.”
Nibbling on your lip again, you wondered to yourself if he would question the way your lips were reddening like the time he leant you his scarf. This was a polar opposite reason though. You felt it more in your abdominal muscle, an almost clenching feeling that demanded a lot more attention than you knew what to do with. Building up more and more, you wondered if you were as good at hiding these fidgeting emotions as Jackson let you believe you were.
“What are you doing?” He had asked you, not that many days ago. This was one of the more difficult times together where you felt the need to just keep everything under wraps. There was nothing wrong, you knew that, but the idea of a conversation about the growing storm in you was not appealing for some reason. “Y/N?”
In this memory, you were looking down at him as he questioned you. You knew the feeble grip you had on his wrists could be overpowered whenever he wanted, but in this pause during a tickle war Jackson let you have the piece of control. His chest was visibly raising up and lowering. A crooked smirk placed on his face, with his lips parts open to make up for the missing breaths he was catching up with from all the laughter. You weren’t much better, you’d bet. Your lips were apart like the boy you looked down at, and surely your hair had to be messy from the tumbling back and forth on the couch.
The television rumbled as white noise to your left, and all you could really hear were Jackson’s soft, yet audible breaths. Licking your lips for a moment, you wanted nothing more than to close the distance. You were holding his wrists, with your arms fully extended, and therefore weren’t in the closest proximity, but you wanted to be. Why were you frozen in place then? His wrists shifted in your grip, and you stuck out your tongue, protecting the thoughts in your head as you blurted in a playful tone,
“Winning this war, that’s what.” You said removing the grip and then returning your hands to tickle his sides again. The immediate reaction from Jackson was a loud gasp of laughter, along with him reaching around you and hugging you right against his chest,
“Aish, you win, you win.” The distance was so much closer, but not the right kind. “I can’t take any more of that, Jagi.”
The walk from the dorms to Jackson’s wasn’t the longest, but the twenty minutes it took for the two of you to get there felt like an hour. Amicable silence had filled the duration of the journey. Even so, you felt it wasn’t the most normal of walks, because you two usually had something to talk about. It may be random, or ridiculous, but there was always some topic. Just not this time.
“You want me to make some tea to warm you up, Jagi?” Jackson asked shutting the door behind you. Meanwhile you shrugged off your coat, inhaling the air clearly claimed by him. You nodded,
“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You smiled at him, “Green tea?”
“That’s the only kind anyone should drink.” He smiled at the comment you made in regards to his minor obsession, as you laughed softly. “I’ll go put some water on the stove.”
Jackson returned after a few minutes, practically hopping onto the space beside you on the couch. Extending your arms open for him, his lips blossomed back into that wide smile you were so fond of, and his tugged your small frame against his chest with his face quickly hid against the arch of your shoulder,
“You’re like a koala.” You lightly pat his shoulder as he chuckled against your bare neck, muttering something you didn’t quite catch. Smiling softly at him childishly clutching onto you, you began running your fingers through the short strands of hair just above the hairline on the back of his head. “Did you hear me?”
“No.” You admitted, beginning to pull back so you could better understand him. Before getting too far, his hand slid to the back of your head, holding you in place and all you could do was look downwards at him when his eyes lifted up to meet yours.
“I said, you make it so hard for me to keep calm.” Silently, just like the time before, you watched him stoically. Somewhere in between being lost in the shock and flutter his words left you in, you found him anything but the cute boy who just compared you to a koala. If Jackson was good at one thing, it was keeping you on a rollercoaster of emotions.
“Says you.” You barely mumbled in response, the hesitation in your speech causing his eyes to gleam a bit wider for a second.
“No, I can easily tell how I’m making you feel.” He admitted to you, the slyest of smirks resting on his features, while he brushed hair back from your face. His hand remained caressing your jaw, holding you steady as if you might sprint off from him. Like hell would you ever. “You do this thing, jagi, with your lips,” He started back up, “Like right now,” Your mouth closed shut as a reaction, not that you noticed it opening up to begin with. He chuckled, “Where I can tell you want something more than just a peck, you know?” His face had moved closer to yours, but it was stopped centimeters away. Jackson ran his thumb along your cheek, the slightly calloused pad pressing into the corner of your lips. “You didn’t need to close your mouth, jagiya. Guess you’re just not sure what to do with yourself though, hmm?”
From the kitchen, the kettle started screeching in a way similar to what you wanted to do at that moment. You gasped a little from the sudden noise, and glanced away from Jackson and towards the source of a new surprise.
“Always interrupted, huh?” You let out a single, exhausted laugh at that. The words he spoke prior still getting the better of your ability to focus properly. Perhaps noticing this, Jackson also let out a small laugh, and pressed a kiss against your cheek, “I tease you too much, baby, I’m sorry.” And as if he wasn’t sorry at all, he shuffled up from the couch and out of sight in the kitchen.
Clenching your fist at that, you exhaled and released the tension from your shoulders. He was so unfair. Your head shook softly, and you stood up off the couch. He could tell this whole time, and simply relished in the idea that you could not handle yourself properly around him. Leading you to think he was about to shove you against a wall with his lips on his, and instead finding something to giggle at and break every bit of built up tension.
“Jackson.” You stepped into the kitchen with him; a fairly small space of grey marble counters, and a window over the sink that let the moonlight mix in with the fluorescence hanging over head. Jackson turned from the mugs in front of him and to you. His hands pressed on the counter, waiting for the tea to infuse with the steaming water before beginning to stir at all. “You do tease me too much.”
“Sorry,” He chuckled, returning his gaze back to the drinks and running a hand up and through his hair. “With how you look, I can’t help it.” The voice he used was a bit playful, but you could feel the grit he had saying it from his own little hidden thoughts.
“But babe,” You exhaled slowly, and took your lip in between your teeth. Holding back a smirk when he turned to look at you once more, as you stepped closer to him, you simply continued on, “I’m tired of you just teasing.” It was your turn now. You realized this as his eyes went from yours and down your figure, his thumb tapping a muted beat against the countertop. Jackson scoffed softly at himself, and faced his head back towards the mugs.
“If want something more,” He began in a hushed voice-- a voice similar with a sort of roughness like when he awakens from sleep, but laced generously in a heavy amount of lust, “Baby girl, you only had to ask.” And that control you had in your grasp seemed to be gone as quickly as he spun on his heel.
His hands took hold of your hips as he stepped against you his lips attaching to yours without allowing you the time to take in much more than a short inhale of oxygen. With the slightest amount of force, and a greater piece of carefulness he walked you backwards to the counter opposite. Your waist tapped against the dark marble for a second before you were lifted up with ease by Jackson. He sat you on the edge of the counter, leaving his hands attached with a needy grip to your thighs that he pushed apart and slid in between too.
The kiss finally came to an end and you were already left breathing much heavier than before as you looked into the eyes only centimeters from your own. Jackson’s breaths were not nearly as labored, instead his tongue leisurely ran along his lips, watching you with a new tone of deep color you weren’t used to seeing in his irises.
“Do you want me to keep going, baby?” He asked you, breath running into your collarbone. You nodded swiftly, almost automatically trying to press your legs back together, but his hands squeezed them back into place. “Oh, you really want me, hmm?” He watched you nod again, unable to properly catch your breath from the anticipation of what was to come. “Then tell me, baby. All I want is to hear your voice say it.” Just as you were going to comply, Jackson’s lips were placed against your neck, roughly leaving a trail of kisses.
“Jackson.” You whimpered out, hands finding their way to the back of his head and shoulder as you gripped tightly. “Jackson, I want you so badly.”
“Want me how?” He teased you, even though not five minutes ago he was admitting to doing it too much. As you gasped from his lips finding their way to the sensitive skin beneath your jawline, he ceased in the line of kisses and worked his teeth against that spot that made you moan from his contact. “What do you want me to do, baby?”
“Fuck me,” You whimpered tightening your legs around his slim waist. He let out a sly chuckle against the skin that he no doubt left red. Moving his hands upwards along your thighs, he pulled his head back only to go back in and kiss you passionately. The second gasp you made was from his hands reaching behind you to squeeze your ass and pull your pelvis against him, “Please just fuck me, quickly.”
“Slow down, jagi.” He grinned like all the reactions you made were fueling him on in the best way. “I’m gonna take my time with you. I want to take in every bit of it.” As frustrating as the idea seemed, because of the desire for him to have you right there was growing rapidly inside you, you still found yourself holding onto that underlying message that this meant a lot to him.
Every opportunity before this, the moments of course were not right. There were people around, or time shortages. You didn’t deny that he and you would be able to get one out quickly, but this wasn’t something he felt needed to be rushed. Like you were thinking too: this was all new to your relationship. You were so unable to put a name on those moments were his hands were left on your skin, or you couldn’t stop staring at your lips, because the relationship hadn’t hit that milestone yet. In the first place, you both met months before even starting to date; to the two of you, this intimate moment should be savored.
Your back was laid onto his bed, the sweater you wore being tossed to the floor by Jackson. His hands pressed to the space beside either side of your neck. You dragged him right against you with your arms wrapping around his neck and kissed him eagerly. You felt him smile against your lips, but only for a short moment as he began running his hands along your newly exposed skin. The cool touch of his fingers sent shivers down your spine, only elevating the sensation you felt.
Your hands found their way to the buttons of his own top, and undid each within a short amount of time. Jackson pulled himself back upright on his knees, as he shrugged the top off of his shoulders, leaving you breathing softly and gazing up at the muscle definition you knew he worked so hard to have. Propping yourself up enough for your fingertips to run gently over his abdomen, you felt the situation become slow as you simply admired the person who you were able to call yours.
“You’re really beautiful.” Absently, the words escaped your lips. Your fingers felt his muscles contract as he softly laughed, and you looked up at him just in time to catch him glance to the side and then back to you.
“You always surprise me.” He admitted, lowering himself back over you, but simply stopping to look you over. “Just so you know,” Jackson said as he ran a hand along your side, not meeting his eyes with yours until he continued, “I didn’t want to tease you that much, but I was afraid I was rushing things all those other times. Maybe it’s not really the time, but you’re so important to me, and I really don’t want to mess anything up.”
“You’re not, baby.” Reaching out to softly cup his face with your hands, you simply shrugged, “I want this. I mean,” You bit your lips and felt your cheeks flushing, “Obviously you know that, since you make me a frustrated mess half the time.” He chuckled, smiling down at you fondly despite the situation surrounding the two of you,
“You were not the only one, baby.” Jackson said quietly, leaning forward and kissing you softly. “I don’t really get to show you in public, but I care about you a lot. Trust me, I really wanted this too, but it’s you, so it had to be special,” He sighed in exasperation, and shook his head as he smiled, “You make me such a softie. Does this sound dumb?”
“Jackson Wang,” You resisted the urge to laugh at his embarrassment with his own words and simply smiled up at him, “None of what you said is dumb. You’re, quite frankly, the sweetest person ever. I can’t even believe I’m lucky enough to be lying under you right now.” You both couldn’t stop the little bit of laughter that followed, not bothered by the break in the previous tension. “Now,” You began, glancing back down his body and then back up to him, “Make it up to me for all of that damn teasing.”
THAT JACKBUM/MARKJIN CONJURING AU YES and yeah jackson can't be the paranormal investigator he's too easily scared lmao but jb at first brushing the haunting off cos he thinks it's just jackson being a scaredy cat but every night jackson keeps on waking up at random places in the house and jb is fed up w waking up seeing jackson's side of the bed empty so he agrees to get paranormal investigators markjin to check the house
[cont] even better is if jb is the one who gets disturbed but spirits feed off of fear so jackson is the better target here. but imagine a truly scared jackson crying and shit and jb really just wants all this to stop so his husband could BREATHE
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[This is from the Conjuring AU prompt that I’m giving away]
OMG YES ANON YOU NAILED IT!
“Jackson keeps on waking up at random places in the house“ - lol omg can you imagine Jackson waking up in their basement and then there’s this full sized mirror and then he wakes up not having a fucking clue how and why did he got there?? and of course freaky things happen like there’s somebody knocking at the door at 3 o’clock am, chairs and table moving by itself and omfg that is CREEPY AF…poor Jackson :( can imagine the emotional trauma he’s been forced into cause they thought that buying a ‘cheap’ house in a remote and quiet part of the town is perfect esp for Jaebum..lmao
Speaking of skeptic!Jaebum, I feel like he too, is in denial and he couldn’t accept the fact that their house is haunted! like he can ignore seeing a chair moving by itself and hearing Jackson scream while he’s in the shower cause he may saw something and all Jaebum can say is “maybe its just your imagination??” god I’d leave right away if I saw just one light flickering, fuck that.
But but can we talk about how perfect Markjin is as psychics?? I can see Mark and Jinyoung’s calm and demeanor just like how Ed and Lorraine handles their cases (I actually pictured Mark as calm as Lorraine Warren and it was perfect lol) and then I actually read somewhere how Ed and Lorraine are like relationship goals - minus the demonology thing XD - and I would like to read how Jinyoung would never EVER let Mark handle a case himself cause “he can’t bear to loose him” <3 aww. lol sorry anon I am trash for some cheesy Markjin cause they practically are one irl but yeah, you get my point. ;)
