#got7fluff

[bbeomiebby]

I’ve got your back

this is a drabble requested by @diandraxd​ (I’m sorry for being late :( )

Boyfriend! Jackson x reader 

genre: kinda angsty with a loot of fluff 

word count: 853

A/N: This is my first ever drabble and I hope you like it because I had sooo much fun writing it♥ 

It was a  normal Friday afternoon. You walked in your apartment after a hectic day in college,the desire of just plopping in the couch and not getting up till Monday morning, getting stronger as every second passed. You had just failed a really important exam because your prof decided that you were out of context, just because he could.. You were beyond pissed and disappointed.  The moment you reached the couch, you gently left your phone on the table in front of it and laid down, not knowing what to feel or how to react. Suddenly your phone lit up and your ringtone echoed in the room. You sat up taking the phone in your hands and taking a look at the screen. It was your boyfriend, Jackson.   You have both been too busy to meet up the past week so he'd come over to your place to hang out after a looong week tonight. You picked up the phone trying to seem as calm and excited as possible. 

"Heyyy" you said already failing, your frustration taking the best of you, clearly audible in your voice. 

"Hey babe, I'm on my way! Are you okay?" He asked his tone changing after realising your own unusual one.  A sigh escaped your lips knowing that you won't be able to hide anymore. It’s not that you didn’t want to see him, you loved him and you missed him incredibly much. You just felt like it’d be better to stay alone tonight.  

 "I just- I had a pretty tiring day today... So I am not in the best mood, we can cancel if-" 

 "No cancelling! Get ready and we'll go out! I'm on my way." He cut you off and hung up immediately, not letting you object or even answer to his sudden offer. 

Since you were already dressed you decided to just wait on Jackson and maybe change his mind about going out. You took chance of the minutes until he arrived to take a look at your social media, since it hadn’t come up to do so till now. That’s how 10 minutes passed without noticing and that’s when you heard your doorbell rang. You tossed your phone on the couch beside you and stood up to open the door, already knowing who’s behind it. 

The moment you opened it you were greeted by a smiley Jackson holding a box of your favourite chocolate. 

“Hello milady” he bowed and extended his hand handing you the box.  “These are for you, it’s part of the cure to earn your beautiful smile back.” he said still bowing. It took you a while to take the chocolate so he looked up at you at some point to see your reaction. You really didn’t seem well, even if Jackson’s super short play, did make you chuckle a bit. 

“Thank you kind sir.” You answered and opened the door completely for him to come in. 

Seconds after he came in and the door had closed, he wrapped his arms around you, softly carressing your hair as as he pressed his lips on the top of your head. Your hands found immediately their place around his own waist. You had missed this. You had missed him. His hug felt like home and you weren’t ready to just let go. You were thankful he came after all because he knew exactly what to do to make your mood rise again. When he tried to pulled away, you pulled him back and both of you smiled, your gazes finally meeting for the first time since he arrived. 

“Are you ready? I know the perfect place for you to let it aaall out.” He asked softly and placed a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. 

You opened your mouth to talk or actually deny but then you thought again, it wouldn’t mind where you’d be as long as you were with him. 

“Yes I am let’s go.” You smiled finally pulling away to take your handbag and phone.  “Where are we going?” You asked as you were locking the door following closely behind him to the street, making your way to his car. 

“It’s a surprise.” He winked playfully and smiled back at you. 

                                                          ~

After some time he parked his car at the parking lot of an amusement park and by now it was dark enough for its lights to shine brightly in the sky. You had told Jackson about a specific amusement park that you used to visit every Sunday with your family. It was your happy place. But after you grew up, your life got too hectic for it. 

You hopped of the car alread forgetting about anything that was bothering you. Jackson took your hand and pulled you straight in the park. You admired the scenery almost ecstatic.

“Do you like my surprise?” He asked as his eyes were admiring you. 

“Yes I do. Thank you for bringing me here” you looked back at him and smiled.

He hugged you tightly bringing his lips closer to yours for a soft peck. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got your back” 

[waejinyoung]

Can’t Swim - EP . 8

Can’t Swim 8

word count: 3.2k+

a/n: you might be questioning where I have been for the past couple of months. I have one word to say that should be a good enough answer. College. I’ve been studying none stop and found no time to write the next episode after university started. The posts will no longer be regular so just keep yourselves updated. Hopefully I will have another 2 episodes up between now and the end of the year at least but don’t quote me on that. I hope you enjoy! 

I’m deeply sorry for my absence again x

warnings: nothing

EP . 1 , EP . 2 , EP . 3 , EP . 4 , EP . 5 , EP . 6 , EP . 7 , EP . 8 , EP . 9

THIRD PERSON POV

The afternoon continued with Y/N and Jinyoung discussing life and getting to know one another whilst Y/N replied to her emails.

“It’s mind b-boggling how you and J-Jackson may have crossed paths back in 2012…” Y/N had just mentioned how she was training for the London 2012 Olympics to compete for swimming.

“Similar to Jackson, I switched career paths and decided to study architecture. Dad wasn’t the biggest fan until he saw the passion and success I had gained in the industry. He soon came to terms with everything.”

“Wow… do you r-regret it at all?” The clock marked 10:30 pm. You guys had been talking for the past 90 mins, getting to know each other.

“I think I regretted not swimming after deciding to study architecture. I didn’t choose to not compete in the Olympics because I no longer liked swimming so I do regret not continuing although I must say, studying architecture might be the most time consuming degree out there. That’s why later on I decided to apply to become a licensed swimming teacher to undergo lessons. I’d be teaching people how to swim whilst fulfilling my love for swimming.”

“Best of both w-worlds, r-right?”

“Exactly.” Y/N had now placed all her work to aside with her back against the wall, legs crossed enveloped into the conversation.

Some seconds went by and Y/N wanted to know about Jinyoung’s initial dreams.

“What about you? Did you always want to be a singer?”

“Always. I took up d-dance lessons when I was around 15. Then went to a-audition and got in to JYPE. That was when I met J-Jaebeom. We actually d-debuted together as a d-duo group called JJProject to later on d-debut with the r-rest of the g-guys as GOT7. Since t-then they’ve been my f-family rather than just my m-members. I think it’s g-getting to the p-point where I might have spent m-more years of my l-life with them then I did without. Time flies…”

“I could definitely sense the brotherly love you guys all have for each other. So how did becoming an actor happen?”

“I r-requested from the c-company to find roles I could take part in a couple years b-back. First it was small roles in small d-dramas and then being c-casted by more known d-directors to p-play bigger roles. All of that has l-led me to play s-second male lead for ‘When My Love Blooms’.”

“When do the episodes start airing?” Y/N had grown eager about Jinyoung’s talents.

“Hold your h-horses… we haven’t e-even started f-filming yet and won’t be until I r-recover… The original airing d-dates will probably be p-pushed f-further.” Jinyoung’s words drifted into a sudden realisation for his career.

“If only-“ Y/N was about to blame herself again.

“We’ve been through this m-multiple times Y/N. None of this is your f-fault so s-stop blaming yourself for t-things you have no c-control over.”

Y/N had her mouth open ready to retaliate but if she had to be honest… she couldn’t be bothered to fight back considering it was now coming up to 11:00 pm.

“Fine.” Y/N yawned and covered her mouth. Work had been extremely busy today especially with all the news floating around now.

“S-someone’s tired.” Jinyoung eyed Y/N’s tired state and decided to call it a night.

“I still have so much to do. I can’t fall asleep now.”

“C-could you n-not spare an e-early n-night just for t-today?” Y/N recollected her thoughts weighing up if she could possibly sleep early tonight and get all the work done tomorrow.

“I could…”

“Problem s-solved then. Clear up your b-bed and get your pjs on. I d-don’t want to f-face a t-tired Y/N tomorrow m-morning.” Y/N eyed your mean comment and huffed to your orders.

“Yes, sir.”

2 WEEKS LATER

Y/N’s POV

“Miss, Jinyoung has been recovering quicker than expected. He should be perfectly fine to attend the event. If anything unsettling happens you can give me a direct phone call.”

“Thank you so much Doc.” You gave the doctor a large smile and she reciprocated a reassuring smile.

You entered Jinyoung’s room with your outfit for the architecture awards festival along with you.

“Am I allowed to come?” Jinyoung asked as soon as you entered the room. You gave him a nod.

Jinyoung’s voice was more or less back to 100% and his eye had completed healed by the end of last week. There wasn’t much left until being fully recovered. Possibly parting from the hospital quicker than the original 2 months the doctor had estimated.

“I knew I’d get the green light. I even prepared my outfit because I was so sure I’d be able to come.” You hadn’t seen someone so ecstatic for an awards festival.

“As expected… I’m not even surprised. Will you be able to get dressed? Need any of my help?” Jinyoung was still a little instable since he’s been lying in bed for the past 2 weeks. His legs tend to give out for the first 30 mins.

“I think I can manage. I’ll get dressed quickly and then the bathroom is all yours.” You chuckled at his assumption that you’ll take really long in the bathroom for the event.

Jinyoung heads towards the bathroom and you are left there practising a speech you’ve written for all the awards you and your company have been nominated. This isn’t because you knew you were going to win any of them but… the unprofessional scenes if you guys were to win an award and to not have a speech ready daunted you. There was nothing wrong with being prepared.

15 MINUTES LATER

You must say… I don’t think you had ever laid eyes on someone so handsome in your life before. You could swear that this man was carved by God himself.

“How much deeper are you going to fall into my looks?” You hadn’t realised but you had been staring Jinyoung up and down for the past 30 seconds of him leaving the bathroom. Hair all styled. The suit was literally made for him. His cute bow tie was a little wonky leading you to let out a chuckle.

“What?” Jinyoung’s face turned serious thinking something was wrong with how he looked.

“Your bowtie is wonky.” You stood up from your seat and reached out to fix his bowtie. Your eyes were fixated in straightening the bowtie and all Jinyoung could do was analyse your face and how focussed you were.

“There you go. Looks better now.” You lightly let go off the tie and looked up at Jinyoung who was already staring right back at you. Those bambi eyes were going to be the death of you.

“Thank you. Now go and get yourself ready.” He pinched your nose and then you entered the bathroom with your dress, makeup bag and accessories.

20 MINUTES LATER

“Jinyoung~~” You called out for Jinyoung. You were done with everything but couldn’t reach the zipper on the back of your dress. You had been procrastinating on what to do and just gave up. There’s no way you could zip the dress up alone.

“Yes, Y/N. Is everything alright?” You could hear his footsteps come closer to the bathroom door.

“In a bit of sticky situation… could I ask you to do a favour?”

“Sure, what is it?” You went ahead and unlocked the door for him. He took a step back and couldn’t contain the sight in front of him. You were in a red bandeau strapless dress which had a structured skirt that was shorter at the front and longer at the back with. A very slight trail. Unsurprisingly your makeup was the bare minimum and you had left your natural hair out. His mouth was agape as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“How much longer are you going to stare for Mr Park?” He had been in the same awe you was when he had stepped out of the bathroom earlier on.

“Yes…right… the favour?” His soul re-entered his body trying to compose himself. You could only smile on the effect you had on the prince himself.

“I can’t reach my zipper, could you zip up the back of my dress for me?” You saw his cheeks blush a light pink below the thin layer of bb cream he had on. Without the zip done neither of you were going anywhere so he had to do it.

He wasn’t able to give a verbal response and just nodded. You turned around to have your back facing Jinyoung. He moved your hair to aside exposing half of your back to him. He was blushing so hard right now and was happy to have you facing away from him even though in a matter of seconds you’d be facing him seeing the shades of red planted on his cheeks. Jinyoung gently placed one hand on the zipper and the other hand on your back holding the fabric of your dress still. His fingers grazed your skin and they were a little cold leading you to jolt a little by the surprising cool touch. He notices.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was a little worried. The slightest worrying reaction you make, and he’s so concerned. He’s too sweet.

“Nope, your hands are just a little cold that’s all.” You say whilst you chuckle.

He apologises with his soothing voice and zips up the dress, letting out a quiet done when finished.

You turn back round and thank him for his kind gesture. You also noticed the flush of his cheeks. He’s so cute, you thought. You quickly put your heels on and left Jinyoung’s patient room and entered the hall of the hospital. Expectedly, you guys received some stares and some whistles by the old women sitting outside their patient rooms. The event manager had organised a limousine to pick up each nominee for the awards hence why there was a lovely jet black limousine parked at the entrance of the hospital. The driver spotted you two and guided you the way and kept the door open for you two to enter the fancy vehicle. He ran back to the wheel and started driving towards the venue.

“Anything I need to know beforehand? Who should I present myself as?” Jinyoung had started with the questions during the car drive.

“Who’d you like to present yourself as Jinyoung?” You wanted to fish out his intentions from him.

“Preferably your boyfriend in order to stop those punks from hitting on you but I’d never want to force you into a relationship with me…” He side eyed you as he kept looking out the window. You so wanted him to be your boyfriend.

“Logical. Agreed. If anyone asks, you’re my boyfriend.”

“What an honour.” You slap his thigh due to his sarcastic tone.

“Whatttt? I’m serious. I’m going to be the boyfriend of an amazingly talented architect who’s bound to receive an award tonight. It’s a genuine privilege.” You could only look at him in awe as he described the so called ‘privilege’ he was taking part of.

“If you say so…”

The humming noise from the motor of the limousine was really calming but Jinyoung broke the silence once again.

“Are you nervous?” His tone was much deeper and serious compared to how he was a second ago.

“A little. These awards happen once a year and we’ve progressed so much as a company but so has everyone else in the industry. It’s hard to tell if we’ll be receiving the major validation from the institute. With or without the award tonight I’m so pleased with my company, but it would be nice to get a recognisable achievement for all our hard work.” Jinyoung listened to you as you let out your insecurities for the upcoming night.

“In the little amount of time I’ve met you, I think you’re the only person who deserves all the awards you’ve been nominated for this year. No one can change my thoughts and it’s going to be a pleasure to witness your achievement first hand. I can’t wait.” He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles trying to calm your nerves down. It was going to be a long night.

30 MINUTES LATER

Your limousine had rocked up to the red carpet laid out on the floor outside of the venue of the awards. You took a deep breath as the driver ran around to Jinyoung’s side of the limousine to let him out. Jinyoung agreed to open your door for you so he exited the vehicle first. Like he had planned, he went around to your side and opened the door for you to step out. The cameras started capturing every single moment as you wrapped your arm around Jinyoungs, and he gave you a reassuring nod. You gave him a smile and the two of you walked towards the entrance of the building slowly as you waved to the cameras and press greeting the two of you. The cameras were close to blinding, but you pulled through until reaching the entrance where the bodyguard escorted the two of you to your spaces in the main hall.

The building was full of white and gold decorations. You could definitely tell that the theme was highly influenced by Greek culture. The budget of the awards keep growing as the number of sponsors increase. The bodyguard escorted you to the table that Beck was already sat at with his fiancé. Beck realised your presence as well as Jinyoung. He stood up to give you a hug and shook Jinyoung’s hand. Beck’s fiancé shook both of your hands too and took your seats.

“The famous Mr Park. It’s nice to meet you in person. I’m Beck, the other shareholder.” Beck gave Jinyoung a warm smile.

“It’s nice to meet you to Beck. It seems like you already know of my name, but I’ll reiterate for the norm. My name is Park Jinyoung, you can call me just Jinyoung.” You let out a scoff because of how formal Jinyoung was being with Beck.

“He’s younger than you so you can ignore the formalities.” You said to Jinyoung and then Beck and him opened the conversation about age and their Chinese zodiac signs.

The evening began at 7:30 pm with the award winners due to be announced at 9:00 pm. Until then there was butterflies in your stomach ready to be set free any minute now.

Jinyoung came closer to your ear and whispered, “Loosen up a little. There’s no need to be this tense. Here hold my hand.”

Jinyoung offered his hand and you took it immediately as he gestured his open palm. Your hands were tiny compared to his manly hands. They encompassed all your digits giving you’re a sigh of relief because of the security they exerted. You let out a large sigh and continued with the discussions on your table with the new clients that were interested in your company. Having Jinyoung at the event really helped scare away the useless men who would only be interested in your physique and nothing more. His presence filtered out all the nonsense that would usually be taking place at the table.

The clock finally struck 9:00 pm and everyone went back to their designated seats in order for the awards to be presented. The event holder went through all the minor rookie awards to then move onto the company categories.

“Here are the nominees for Best Project of the Year.” The event holder signalled to the larger screen behind him as the nominees including your company are mentioned in no specific order.

“I was personally really fond of this project myself too. The meaning behind the design and the immense detail put into the façade really makes me excited for the future of this company. I’ll stop blabbing on and open the envelope.” You looked at Beck and then back at Jinyoung who was really eager to know the result.

“The award for Best Project of the Year goes to…” The event holder lifts the flap of the envelope and takes out the white sheet of paper inside. You hold your breath waiting for the result to be spoken.

“The Chamberlain project, designed and constructed by Chevrel Architects.” The whole community around your table started roaring and cheering for you and Beck to claim the award. That was one award written down in the books for Chevrel Architects, a company you and Beck had started years back. You and Beck had decided that if this award was given to you guys then he’d give the speech for it. Beck was the reason for the Chamberlain project happening and hands down you could state it was because of him the project turned out well. You, Jinyoung and everyone else in the hall stood up clapping as Beck walked up to the stage and shook hands with the event holder along with receiving the award. He then walked up to the mic and started his speech.

“I’d like to first start off with a large thank you to everyone at Chevrel Architects. The amount of hard work that was put into the Chamberlain project is indescribable, without everyone’s help it wouldn’t have been possible to achieve such a great outcome. I’d like to also thank Y/N for coming on this journey with me and trusting in me when I said that this company will create its own legacy. This is only the beginning…” Beck continued to thank more or less everyone he knew and came to an end with another roaring applause by everyone.

He jogged back to your table and you admired the award he placed on the table. You felt Jinyoung squeeze your hand in encouragement for you to realise how much you guys are capable of although he still knew you were a little iffy because the individual architect awards hadn’t been announced yet. You couldn’t help but smile at the gleaming object right before your eyes. Having received this award you doubted that another award would be given to someone of the same company.

Minutes went by and the event holder had reached the most awaited award of the night. Architect of the Year. You were surprised that you hadn’t left to use the restroom to throw up all this anxiety already. You were so ready to go home and relax. You wanted your normal heart rate back. You looked at Jinyoung and he gave you a look that melted your heart in seconds. He started massaging your knuckles with his thumb again and you could feel your body ease into his touch. The event holder for the last time of the night directs our attention to the screen for the listing of the nominees. Beck unfortunately wasn’t nominated so he was rooting for you to win the award.

“I know for many of you this is probably the most important part of the night. I’d like to first mention that to be able to be nominated for this award is ana achievement in itself so, you architects should all be proud of yourselves. It was a very hard decision that the committee made but we were able to make a decision. The award for Architect of the Year goes to…”

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I think it was mean of me to have ended this episode here, but it is 2:30 am right now as I write this episode. I hope you guys liked this episode. I shall be back somewhat soon so make sure to come back to check if an episode has been uploaded. Like always let me know your opinions on the story line and check out the other episodes if you haven’t. It would be nice to get some feedback :)

See you next time

writer-nim x

[btslwky]

Feel Better

Warnings: none, Really, really fluffy tbh ,I’m a sucker for situations like these, just a cute Yugyeom, few cuss words cause I can’t go a few minutes without cussing oop- 

You and Yugyeom had been waiting for this day for nearly a month. Planning out everything down to the last minute. It was a simple day to most, but for Yugyeom and you, it was a once in a lifetime vacation. You guys planned on going shopping, then to eat at you guys’ favorite restaurant, then out to explore the city and spend quality time together. 

With you guys not being able to see each other much due to your busy schedules, these times where you guys both had a few days off was a blessing. 

You lazily turned over to see your boyfriend still sleeping peacefully, his snoring causing you to giggle out loud. Yugyeom rolled over to face you, causing your face to drop. 

To say he looked awful was an understatement. There were dark-nearly black circles around his eyes, his cheeks were flushed a dark pink, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. 

“You would be sick on your day off you ass,” you whisper-giggled to yourself.

You got up and headed to the kitchen, starting on some tea and soup for him, knowing he would ask you as soon as he was awake if you could make him some. Just then, you heard your name followed by low groaning coming from your bedroom.

You walked down the hall and heard noises of what seemed like vomiting and sighed. 

When you walked into the bedroom, then bathroom, Yugyeom was slouched over the toilet, throwing up for what he made it seem like was forever.

“Aw my poor sick baby,” you cooed giving him an icepack to press against his forehead. 

“I’m not even sick, I just ate something bad last night. I’ll be dressed and ready in a second.” He said attempting to get up.

I rolled my eyes as he slumped back down on the floor by the toilet. 

“Yeah no, you need rest, and lots of it,” I say helping him up.

“But you and I were supposed to go out today. We were supposed to have fun,” he said trying to stand on his own, but to no avail, stumbled backwards.

“Yeah again I'm gonna go with no babe, you can’t even stand up by yourself. We can hang out another time,” I say tucking him into bed.

“Okay but can you at least be mad at me?” He said attempting to kiss me.

I swatted him away and giggled. “As soon as you don’t look and feel like death we can talk about that.

“I love you,” He said slowly drifting off back to sleep.

“I love you too.” 

[youremy-24]

kinky sex with jinyoung (18+)

[in a kinky scenario ! i will also post another about general sex~]

• toys

• handcuffs, vibrators, ropes, and blindfolds are his favorites

• he loves having you tied down and having total control over your body

• handcuffing your hands and feet to each corner of the bed post

• blindfold comes next

• gliding the vibrator over every part of your body and takes it away once you try to lift yourself to feel it on your clit

• "You want to feel good baby?"

• "Beg for it."

• he's such a tease honestly

• feeling his hot breath down there, his hands gripping at your thighs

• pushes the vibrator against your clit while fingering you

• "Come on, babygirl. Scream for me."

• o r g a s m d e n i a l

• he'll click his tongue while removing the blindfold and cuffs

• gripping your wrists above your head, lowering his head to whisper huskily against your ear

• "You don't get to cum. Not until I say so."

• rough moans while he's thrusting into you

• your moans only drive him crazier

♡From you:

♡he needs to hear you. whether it's you screaming, moaning, or cussing. he wants to know that you're feeling as good as you make him feel

• at some point he'll fuck you against a wall

• cupping your face in his hands while kissing you and thrusting into you, switching from slow to fast and it drives you crazy

• grabbing your ass while you ride him

• you'll have handprints there in the morning

• "Fuck, Y/N… Keep going, keep… fuck."

• kissing hard while you slide a hand down to get him off and he does the same for you

• finally, he'll pin you down and fuck you while you beg him to let you cum.

• gently pulling his hair

• he lowkey loves when you kiss his neck and when he feels your short breaths against his skin

• "cum for me babygirl, I wanna hear you feel good."

☆Afterwards:

• Making sure he didn't push you too far is his number one priority

• "The cuffs didn't hurt you, right? I'm thinking about buying these new ones with cute cushions on them~"

• holding you close to his chest so both your hearts beat against each other

• kissing your hands and running his fingers though your hair

• "It wasn't too much for you, right? You liked it?"

• "Are you sure? You can tell me anything, baby."

• pressing his lips against your forehead

• boops ya nose

• "You're so damn precious, love."

♡always ends with a kiss♡

[ahgasescenarios]

Can I get a scenario with Jackson being super flirty at the school (maybe like uni?) library? Thank you so much!!

Idiot

 Request: Can I get a scenario with Jackson being super flirty at the school(maybe like uni?) library? Thank you so much!!

Word count: 995

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Hi there, thank you so much for your request, it was really fun towrite! I’m so soft for Jackson to be honest haha. I hope you enjoy it and itwas what you had in mind. Thank you for supporting me and until next time. ♡

 Your eyes perused the words in front of you, skimming through the pagesfor some information you could use. You were seated at the library, leafingthrough some research material. You had already been at it for an hour. Youhonestly couldn’t care less about Socrates’ indecipherable speeches or how hewas considered to be the founder of political philosophy. Regardless, you had areport due the next day and it had to be an analysis of Greek philosophy. Yousighed, knowing perfectly well you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight to compensatefor your procrastination up until now. You continued taking notes whilst tryinghard to focus and do the work properly. Your eyes started getting heavy and youlay your head on the table.

“Sleepy, are we?”

You glanced up to identify the voice, recognizing a guy from your classnamed Jackson. Apparently, he was popular with the girls and was quite theplayboy. You didn’t really keep up with the rumors though, you had moreimportant things to worry about.

“Can I help you, Jackson?”

“Depends, mind if I join you?”

You gestured for him to sit down.

“So, how would you feel about hanging out sometime?”

“Have you run out of girls to go out with?”

“Don’t be like that, beautiful. I just want to get to knowyou.”

His hand landed on yours as he smirked playfully. You frowned inresponse.

“This is a library if you want to talk, take it elsewhere.”The librarian ushered at the both of you.

You packed your books and left, Jackson, trailing behind you.

“You know, I’ve noticed you around school. You’re such ahardworking student, I like that about you. And you look pretty hot when you’refocused on something.”

You rolled your eyes at the comment but blushed anyway. Jackson knew hisway with girls and he was far from being ugly. He noticed the blush and smirkedto himself.

“Well, I have a lesson to go to. I’ll see you around.”

“(Y/N), I’m in the same class as you.”

You internally facepalmed yourself. Your attempt at getting rid of himhad failed miserably. You managed to ignore him for the entirety of the 3 hourlesson despite his desperate attempts to catch your attention. You went home totry and finish the crucial report of yours. You ended up printing the finalcopy at 4 o'clock which didn’t leave much time for you to rest. You stillattended school the next day, but you hadn’t thought that you’d be spending thefirst period with Jackson.

The lesson was long, the subject not being one of your favorites. It wasrequired in the program so you were obliged to endure these painstakinglyboring monologs. You felt something tapping your shoulder which made you turnaround.

“You look gorgeous today (Y/N). Wanna come over to my place afterschool to, you know, study?” He asked suggestively.

You didn’t even give him the satisfaction of a reaction, redirectingyour attention to the front of the class. Your lack of sleep made you want todeal with him even less. The bell rang a while later, freeing you from theexcruciatingly tiring lesson. Mathematics were never your strong suit,especially when it came to algebra. You were just about to leave when an arm wrappedaround your shoulders.

“Any plans for the rest of the day, princess?”

“How long are you going to keep this up, Jackson? I’m notinterested in your games.”

“However long it takes. You’ll melt sooner or later, you justwait.” He winked at you before leaving.

It had been a couple days since that encounter and Jackson had kept hispromise of not leaving you alone. You didn’t mind it quite as much as in thebeginning, especially since you were slowly starting to develop feelings forhim. Obviously, you were never gonna tell him that. It had already been hard toadmit to yourself that he wasn’t all that bad. You weren’t really closefriends, but he kept flirting with you which eventually led to you teasing eachother a lot. That’s why it took you by surprise when he invited you to hang outwith his friends and him. You figured you had nothing to lose and accepted hisrequest.

You were supposed to meet up at a coffee shop downtown, Jackson was topick you up in a few. Clothes were scattered all over your bedroom floor, theresult of you trying to find something to wear. You finally picked up some jeanshorts, followed by a black tank top with embroidered roses. You picked up a goldenbomber and made your way to the living room. Jackson showed up soon after.Being the gentleman that he is, he paid for your drink. He led you to the tablewhere all his friends were gathered and spoke up.

“Guys, this is my girl (Y/N).”

You looked up at him in confusion.

“I’m so not his girl.”

The others laughed, inviting you both to sit down. Jackson kept throwingflirtatious jokes at you which were kind of endearing. His hand rested on yourthigh, and this time you didn’t push it away. It was actually quite comfortingfor some unknown reason. You were having a great time and next thing you knew,it was already time to go. Jackson offered to drive you home which you gladlyaccepted.

“Thanks for today, it was really fun. Your friends are pretty cool,I admit.”

He smiled brightly, making your heart race.

“Let’s do it again sometime soon. Perhaps just us two?”

“I’d like that.”

His face lit up and his arms wrapped around your waist, holding youtight against him. He kissed the top of your head sweetly before leaning in towhisper something in your ear.

“I knew you’d give in.”

You shook your head at his words. He was an idiot sometimes, but youkinda loved that about him.

[exoscenarios3]

Who I Was (MarkxReader) Pt.7 *Final chapter*

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5 ,Pt.6

~~Third Person P.O.V~~

“Okay, look, Mark. Get it together, and stop being a pathetic piece of shit. You did this to yourself, you knew the outcome of this, it’s your fault, so you need to deal with it.” Jackson said, as soon as he found Mark, sulking outside in the back of the hotel.

“Yeah, you think I don’t know that!? I do, Jackson!! Especially when everyone keeps repeating it!” Mark yelled, angry at first, but then sounding more defeated as his sentence went on.

“Whatever, Mark, I’m not gonna fight with you, because it’s a waste of my time. Get your sorry ass up, and get ready for practice, we leave in fifteen.” Jackson said, before making his way back into the hotel, and leaving Mark alone.

Mark waited for a few seconds, and sighed. He stood up from his spot on the ground, and slowly made his way back to his room, getting dressed for practice.

Outside of the hotel, there were a bunch of fans waiting for the boys. When they got outside, the fans immediately started to ask Mark what that picture was about, and who the girl was in it. The security guards quickly pushed through the crowd, and helped the boys get into the cars safely, so they could get to practice. 

~~~ 

Two days past, and it was time for the concert. The boys were performing, and during Mark’s part in Fly, he noticed the signs that some of the fans were holding up.

‘MARK, YOU’RE A CHEATER.’ They read. 

He was able to continue performing, but at the end, while everyone was saying goodbye, Mark noticed the fans pointing at him, and whispering. He could tell they weren’t whispering about good things either, due to the look on their faces. JB was the last to say bye, but Mark could no longer stand there, and he quickly left the stage. Jackson noticed this, and followed behind him, leaving everyone dumbfounded. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Jackson says, making Mark look at him. 

“Look, I’m just having a really hard time. Just leave me alone.” Mark says, angrily walking off.

“I’m not leaving you alone.” Jackson yells, stopping him, by grabbing his shoulder, and making him face him. “Look, don’t put everybody else down, because you screwed up.” Jackson says.

“It’s not my fault your best friend’s a whore!” Mark yells, getting in Jackson’s face. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” Jackson tensed up, clenching his fists. He looked behind Mark, and saw the saddest look on your face, and without thinking, he punched Mark right in the face. 

Mark and Jackson started to full on fist fight in the middle of the backstage area. The other boys, who were still on the stage, saw this from the corner of their eyes, and ran off the stage to stop the fight. Jinyoung pulled you away from everyone, when he saw that you were frozen in panic.

“Guys, stop! This isn’t the way to handle this!” Youngjae yelled. 

No one realized that the mics were still on, and the audience could hear everything. JB and he manager managed to pull the two apart from each other. 

“Turn the mics off!” The manager yells to the staff. When the staff turned off the mics, the manager slapped both Mark and Jackson. “What the hell is wrong with you two?” He whispered/yelled. “You both need to get your shit together, thousands of people just heard this whole thing! There’s probably going to be so much talk about this.” He held the bridge of his nose in annoyance. 

Jackson and Mark looked at the ground. Jackson glared at Mark for a second, and felt anger rush through his body. 

“I guess we’ll have to cancel the fan signing. We’re gonna have to reschedule it for tomorrow morning. Go home.” The manager said, in a stern tone. Everyone stood there for a second, unsure if he meant it. “Now!” He yelled, causing everyone to take off their mics, and leave the building.

~~Your P.O.V~~

After we all got to the hotel, everyone had gone to their room quickly. Before I could make it to mine, Mark stopped me.

“Hey, (Y/N)-” He started, but I slapped him before he could say anything else.  Mark looked at me, shocked, as he held his cheek.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room.” Youngjae said, seeing everything, and leading me away from Mark. 

Youngjae walked me to my room, and hugged me before leaving. Harper gave me a sympathetic look as I walked to my bed, and sat down. 

“He didn’t mean it, you know he didn’t.” She said, moving to my bed as well. “He’s just upset. We all just need to calm down.” She said. I buried my head in my hands and let out a long sigh. There was a knock at the door, and Harper got up to get it. 

“Hey...” Jackson walked inside, and took Harper’s place sitting next to me. “Can I have a moment with her, please?” He asked. Harper nodded, and left the room quietly, leaving the two of us alone. “Don’t worry about him, okay? He’s stupid and he had no right in calling you such things.” Jackson said, putting his hand on my shoulder. 

I sat up completely, and sniffled, wiping away a stray tear that was falling down my cheek. “It’s true though.” I said, in a soft voice. 

“No, it’s not! You are far from a whore, and you know that. None of this was your fault, it’s his. So stop blaming yourself.” He said, holding my hand now. “Forget about Mark, okay? He’s not the only guy out there. Boys are assholes anyways.” 

~~~

A few days passed, and the tour continued. We were in LA now, this being our last stop before we had to go back to Korea. I’ve been avoiding Mark this whole time. I’ve never talked to him, or looked at him, or anything for that matter. One day, however, he found me in the lobby of the hotel, as I was just coming back from the convenient store. 

“(Y/N)!” He called, starting to walk up to me. 

I looked at him for a second, and turned to walk away before he could get to me. “Wait!” He called again, now jogging my way. 

I walked as fast as I could down the hallway, and pressed the up button to the elevator, but it was taking it’s sweet time, and Mark was starting to catch up to me. I decided to use the stairs. As soon as I got through the door, Mark caught up to me, and grabbed my arm to stop me from going anywhere. I’m scared that if I even glance at him, I’ll cry. 

“Let go of me.” I said, trying to break free from his grasp.

He pushed me against the wall, and put his hands on either side of me, making sure I couldn’t go anywhere. “Stop avoiding me.” He said, seriously.

“I’m not.” I said so quietly, I could barely hear myself. 

“Bullshit. You know what you’re doing. Before this whole thing, we were great friends. I want that again.” He said, a desperate look on his face. 

“We had sex. Way more than just once, Mark. You can’t just come back from that!” I whispered/yelled. “Plus, you called me a whore. Friends don’t do that.” I was already on the verge of tears, like I thought I would be. 

“I know, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean it, it was stupid... I was just so upset, I needed someone to blame. If anyone is a whore, it’s me, because you’re far from it.” He said.

“Jackson doesn’t want me talking to you...” I said, looking away from him.

Mark let out a huff. “Jackson isn’t your owner.” He said, rolling his eyes. “I’ve lost Sora, I can’t lose you too.” His voice shook a little. 

“That’s your fault!” I yelled, pushing him away from me. “I don’t wanna hear your excuses anymore. What we did was wrong and stupid, and I hope you learn from this.” I said, starting to leave, but Mark grabbed me again, and pulled me back against the wall. 

“I have, okay? I know what I did was wrong. I’ve paid enough for it, don’t you think?” Mark’s voice was raising with every word he said. 

“I don’t think so.” I said, crossing my arms.

“... You’re right... I deserve a lot worse.” He said, hanging his head.

“Do you know that fans have been all over my instagram and Twitter and every other social media of mine? Calling me whore and other hurtful names? I had to delete everything! How am I supposed to face everyone at my studio after this?” I said, tears rushing down my cheeks now.

“I know, I’m so sorry.” Was all he could say. 

“Stop saying that. It’s lost all meaning by now.”

“Just, please forgive me.” He begged, putting his head on my shoulder. “Please.” He repeated. 

I sighed, and lifted his head up. “I can’t.” I whisper. “I’m trying to hate you, staying away from you is the best thing I can think of to keep my hatred.” I say.

“Please don’t hate me.” Mark pleaded.

“What else am I supposed to do?” I asked, trying to stop the tears, but they just kept coming. 

“(Y/N), I know you’re not over any of this... And to be honest, neither am I. I can’t stop thinking about you. I need you, (Y/N). So much.” He said, looking me in the eyes. We stayed silent for a split second, until he leaned in and kissed me. I pulled away quickly, and looked away from him.

“Mark...” I shook my head a little, trying to move away from him, but he grabbed my face, and started kissing me again, slow this time. I couldn’t help but to kiss him back, causing him to smile into the kiss. His hands started traveling my body, making things escalate quickly. 

“Room.” Mark said, pulling away, and grabbing me hand, leading me to his room. As soon as the door closed, our lips connected again. No matter how much I wanted this to stop, my body wouldn’t listen. Mark’s hands found the bottom of my shirt, and he lifted it over my head. He reached to unhook my bra, but as he did, the door opened, and Jackson walked in the room. 

“Jackson!” I yelled, hiding behind Mark.

“What the hell!? I told you not to talk to him!” Jackson yelled angrily. He pulled me away from Mark, not caring that I was half naked. 

“Jackson, it’s okay-”

“Okay? Okay!? No, it’s not! Have you not learned from the first time!? Do you not remember what he’s called you!?” Jackson yelled.

“I know, but-”

“Why do you keep running after her!? She’s not your toy!” Jackson continued to yell, focusing his attention on Mark now.

“No she’s not, and she’s not yours either!” Mark yelled. “Stop treating her like a child, she can do whatever she wants.” He said, a little calmer now. 

“You’re not one of the things I’m gonna let her do.” Jackson says, staring Mark down. 

“Jackson, just get out! I’ll do whoever and whatever I want!” I yelled, stepping away from Jackson. 

Jackson looked at me with a disappointed look. “Fine. Fuck whoever you want to.” He says, walking out of the room, and slamming the door behind him. 

“Fine, I will!” I yelled at the door, throwing my shirt at it as hard as I could. I turned back to Mark, and started kissing him, hard this time, anger and adrenaline flowing through me. 

“Are you sure about this?” Mark asked, looking at me seriously. I nodded and leaned back in, kissing him.

~~~~

The next morning, I look over at Mark, who was still sleeping. The events from last night came back to me, making me sigh. I ran my fingers through my hair, and got out of the bed, quiety putting my clothes back on. 

I need to get out of here. I thought, leaving the room and making my way to my room, where Harper and Jackson were sleeping. 

I stopped to look at Jackson, who was peacefully sleeping. “I’m sorry.” I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before grabbing my stuff and leaving the hotel. I caught a taxi, telling him to take me to the airport. Looking at my phone, I blocked all of the boys and Harper, knowing they would be blowing up my phone when they realize that I’m gone. I don’t plan on talking to any of them for a long time. 

When I got to the airport, I asked for the first available ticket to Korea, and as soon as I got home, I packed everything up, and just left. Since I lived across the street from the dorms, there was no way I could stay at that apartment. I couldn’t face Jackson after our fight, or Mark after everything that’s happened, it was all too soon for me. Instead, I moved away, leaving my studio behind, leaving Jackson behind. 

~~~

For a long time, I stayed at my parents house back in the U.S., but after a few years, I decided to move back to Korea, genuinely missing the culture and the people.

There was a new restaurant that I’ve been told multiple times to go to, so what better day than my first day back to go? 

As I waited outside for my name to be called to be seated, someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up from my phone, to be met with a very attractive individual, if I do say so myself. 

He smiled at me, his eyes basically sparkling. The way the lights from the restaurant illuminated him in the darkness of the night, was like something straight out of a movie, and the first words he said to me, almost made me fall in love with him instantly.

“Hi, I’m Lay.”

[bbeomiebby]

Rules for the requests

I will be writing:

Fluff, angst, smut, boy x boy, girl x girl, girl x boy (I'll try to keep the idol x reader genre neutral)

I WON'T be writing:

Incest plots, horror, anything that has blood, anything too kinky

In case your request makes me feel uncomfortable I'll pass.

[mashumiwu]

[2:30pm]

"C'mon Y/N, were almost there!" Your boyfriend, BamBam, said excitedly. You smiled to see him so excited to see his family, but you were nervous to see if they will like you or not. He held your hand which msde you snap out of your thoughts. As if he read your mind, he said, "Don't worry, they will like you." You breathe in heavliy and out slowly and nodded your head, ready. He pulled you along with him as you guys walked to his parents house. As soon as his mom opened the door, you bowed. "Hi, I'm BamBam's girlfriend, Y/N. It's nice to meet you." You said in Thai. You practice all day and night to finally get it right. It turned out, you didn't need to worry at all! His family was nice and his sister liked you as well as his parents. They even taught you more Thai that night, but you mostly spoke in English. You looked over at BamBam who squeezed your hand. "Thank you so much for showing me your parents!" You said. He smiled. "Of course, anything for my princess." He said, pecking your forehead as you guys walked back to the car where he drove you guys back to the hotel you were staying for the next 2 days. (Another drabble requested from anon, a GOT7 one)