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JAEBEOM SERIES RECS

⇨ ongoing | ✔ completed | ✿ personal favorite | M mature

Far From Home M ✿ {8} ✔

Mark Tuan had been your neighbour growing up and even when he disappeared to South Korea to become famous you two had still talked. Now, in a weird turn of events, you were following him to accept a lucrative job offer in Seoul. You expected to find a career there, to rekindle a friendship that you had missed - what you didn’t expect was Jaebeom. @red-exo

To Kill an Empire M {27} ⇨

When you agreed to marry Jaebeom, the heir to a lucrative but not quite legal organization, you never expected the boy who was once your greatest rival would inevitably become your most powerful ally... @ahgaseda

Moonlight Convenience M {10} ⇨

Jaebeom had been alive a long time. He never really got the hang of humans. They confused him, always so warm and frantic and fragrant. He could barely remember being one. He mostly stuck with his handful of immortal friends, clinging to their relationships for some semblance of normalcy. Then there was you. And you… were different. @red-exo

Fragrances & Lost Fragrances {13} ✔

You are a perfume composer, he is a lyricist, and while you’re left with too many possibilities, he is out of inspiration. Your only bond is an unknown fragrance. @jj-ktae

Holic {50} ✔

Strangers, united by their big dreams, try to learn to live together and lift each other up to reach their goals without losing themselves or their relationship on their way to the top. @taexual

Who Are You? {21} ✔

You know that Jaebum is cheating on you - so you follow him to a bar where you catch him in the act. @imsarabum

Erotica M {5} ✔

You’re a rookie porn actress on the rise and everything goes well until you get offered a role in a big-budget porn movie, starring the most famous actor in the porn industry. @jj-ktae

The Innocent Criminal - part of The Mafia Series ✿ {3} ✔

Im Jaebum, the infamous leader of GotSeven has committed murder, stolen money, tortured people and broken all sorts of laws. But most importantly, he destroyed your heart. You once decided never to become a criminal lawyer if it meant defending men like him. But years later, when it appears that Jaebum is going to be locked away for the one crime he didn’t actually commit, you’re forced to make a decision. Where does one draw the line between innocent and guilty? @inyournightmares97

What I Wouldn’t Give M {3} ✔

A story where a heartsick, pining and ‘hopelessly in love with his stylist’ Jaebeom finds himself in an awkward situation in the house of the stylist who’s equally heart sick and hopelessly in love with him. But neither of them know… yet. @flowerbeom

Dating Lessons {2} ✔

You never imagined that you would request help on your dating game, especially from the random bartender you barely knew. Could he do it? Would he be able to transform you into a tempting seductress who would have men falling at your feet? Jaebum always liked a challenge when it came to women, he just never thought that this sort of challenge would arise. He closed himself off from love, but would he be able to help you find it? @parkhabits

Pray M (ongoing) {2}

Everyone knows of the unspeakable evil that lives on the mountain, but you willingly sacrifice yourself to the demon named Jaebeom, as long as he takes you far away from the monster waiting for you at home. @ahgaseda

❥ JAEBEOM NAVI

[main masterlist] [got7 masterlist] updated 3-31-21

[kpopfanfictrash]

Binary Star (Epilogue: Jaebum POV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jaebum / Mark

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,131

Summary: “In some cases, these close binary systems can exchange mass, which may bring their evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.”

You and Jaebum have been dating forever when Mark Tuan shows up in your classroom. You’ve always been against change - a bit debilitating, being a writer - but for some reason this new kid has you thinking there might be an upside to chaos.

Previous to this: [ Binary Star ]

Jaebum exhales, just to himself. Fiddling with his headphones, he flicks next on his playlist and starts to walk. He’s careful to keep his head low, hood up to mostly cover his face. Jaebum remembers when he used to think things like this were stupid. Wearing sunglasses at the airport, covering his hair – it’s not something anyone normal does. You might as well have a big, neon sign saying, ‘I’M FAMOUS.’ Jaebum is certain right now he sticks out like a sore thumb.

Pausing, Jaebum turns his volume lower. Where does that phrase come from, anyways? To stick out like a sore thumb. Opening a note in his phone, Jaebum jots this down – it might come in handy later, for a lyric. When he looks back up, no one is looking at him. Since becoming famous, Jaebum has learned the truth of the whole glasses and shades combo. If he dresses like this yes, people will look – but most of the time, they won’t identify him as Jaebum. They’ll just think him another punk kid, wandering through the airport.

After crossing security, Jaebum stops again. The most logical thing, would be for him to head straight towards the gate. This, or head for the airport lounge. It’s still early and while people might stare in the lounge, at least they won’t bother him. These thoughts are sidetracked, as Jaebum passes a bookstore. His footsteps slow, scanning the displays and Jaebum can’t stop himself from wandering in. It’s unavoidable, since airport book shops are his favorites. It’s so interesting to watch what people read when they’re waiting.

Jaebum wanders towards the back, pulling a book from the wall and reading its spine. He’s midway through the shelf when he hears giggling, loud behind him. Body freezing, Jaebum slowly turns his head. Over the spine of the book, he sees two women – both of them staring his way. One ducks immediately, giggling louder and Jaebum stops himself from rolling his eyes.

They’re fans, he reminds himself, sliding the book back on the shelf. Just fans – but then he pauses, because on second look, he recognizes them. Jaebum has seen their faces before, in other airports and upon realizing this, he quickly turns around. Fuck that. He can download the book on his phone, Jaebum reasons – no way is he getting stalked again.

Exiting the shop, Jaebum looks both ways and melts into the crowd. He tries not to run because if he does, the girls will spot him faster. From the sounds of their laughter, it sounds as though they’re not far behind. Jaebum closes his eyes, turning down another corridor. It’s annoying to him now – and thinking this, his heart sinks to his stomach. It’s always disheartening, to see yourself turn into someone else.

As he walks, Jaebum can’t help but think of you. Okay, not you, but a conversation you once had. It was a long time ago, lying on his bed in his parents’ house. Jaebum’s heart quickens, remembering the weight of your head in his lap, strands of your hair between his fingers. Fuck, it’s been a long time. It’s a bit ridiculous, he still remembers the touch of you.

It wasn’t so much that day, as the conversation you had. Jaebum was complaining about something – nothing new about that – and you were lying there, letting him vent.

“These people are so ungrateful,” Jaebum griped, scrolling down an article.

“Hm?” you exhaled, not looking up. You were reading – of course you were – and Jaebum had yet to prove himself worthy of your attention. “Who are ungrateful, where?”

“This band,” Jaebum huffed. The article was on a guitar player he loved, one who’d just posted to Twitter he’d no longer be taking photos in public with fans. “I mean, these people love him – they buy his music, put food on his table. They give him stupid amounts of money and he doesn’t want to hug a few, awkward teenagers? I don’t know.”

Lifting a brow, you set down your book. “Well,” you mused. “Think about it from his perspective, babe. Do you like it when people you don’t know come up and touch you on the street? He’s still a person, even if his job means a lot of people know him.”

Jaebum blinked, taken aback. He disliked PDA, even with people he knew – a fact you knew, and were using against him. “I,” he paused. “Well, no.”

“See?” you laughed. “It’s not that simple. We pay an artist for their art, for the joy that it brings. Anything more, I consider extra. Having a job doesn’t mean you sell yourself as a person,” you reminded him, words gentle. “Remember that, when you’re big and famous.”

Jaebum rolled his eyes then, but now he takes your words to heart. It’s okay to be himself, it’s okay to keep certain things to himself. It’s hard though, to identify the man he is now with the boy he used to be. It’s silly to think about you at all, Jaebum knows this. You’ve been gone to him for so long, and last he heard you were dating Mark. Jaebum can’t pretend he was happy, when he found that out. Still, though – he exhales, nodding once. Jaebum wants you to be happy, even if it can’t be with him.

Stopping before the lounge, Jaebum slides on his sunglasses. He pulls buds from his ears, shaking you from mind to push open the doors. The woman at the front looks up to greet him – freezing, when she sees his face. Jaebum’s stomach drops, since it’s clear that she recognizes him. She wears the same look they always do – surprise, followed by forced neutrality.

Jaebum merely smiles, handing over his passport. “Thank you,” he nods, when it’s handed back. Bowing slightly, Jaebum walks towards the elevators. He waits in the lobby, staring down at his phone – though he nearly drops this, when the doors open behind him. It’s them, the two girls from the bookstore and Jaebum ducks quickly inside the emergency stairwell. Better to arrive tired, then harassed and angry.

Taking the steps two at a time, Jaebum gets to the lounge breathless – just in time to see the elevator doors slide open, revealing the same two girls. One of their mouths drops, revealing too-bright teeth – and Jaebum makes a hard left turn. Scanning the room, he searches for a seat, preferably one far away from those girls. He’s looking around, fingers fumbling with his bag, when he sees you.

Everything freezes. There’s a pause, a long moment where the world seems to take a collective breath. Jaebum can’t help but think of song lyrics, at times like this. The one playing right now is Hozier – Cherry Wine, one of his favorites.

I’m all but washed / in the tide of her breathing.

He feels washed, drowned just looking at you. It’s only when you breathe, chest rising and falling, that his does, too. You move first – or maybe that’s him – but somehow or other, you end up before him. Jaebum stares at you and, faced with your presence, it’s suddenly impossible to speak.

He’s thought about this moment a million times before. Jaebum has revised the words so often, thought about you for so long that to have you here, it all seems suddenly wrong. Everything he did for you, everything he wrote for you – Jaebum wants to tell you that. The first album, when he was heartbroken. The second album, when he was angry. The third album, when he was healing and now – Jaebum pauses. Now, he’s writing the fourth album and doesn’t know where to go.

“Hi,” you say, managing to speak first.

Jaebum smiles, a shaky gesture. “Hi.”

You don’t meet his gaze for too long, glancing over his shoulder. “Your fan club?” you ask.

Fuck. “No,” he snorts. Angling his body, he moves so you no longer see them. “Never seen them before,” Jaebum states – a lie, but a white one. “How are you?”

Lifting a brow, it’s clear you don’t believe him. “I’m great.”

Stomach dropping, Jaebum nods. That’s good – you should be happy, you have every right to be. Jaebum isn’t happy, though. Jaebum isn’t doing great. He forces himself to smile in return though, to nod when you attempt to walk past. This is it, this is the end of your conversation. Thinking this, causes Jaebum to choke – it can’t end like this, it just can’t.

He turns around, to find you already staring. “I’m actually on my way to New York City,” you blurt. “I’m meeting a publisher about a book proposal I have.”

“Really?” Jaebum smiles, astonished. You’ve wanted this for so long. To hear you getting this, dreams finally coming true – it makes Jaebum happy, happier than he’s been in a long time. “That’s fantastic, Y/N. Expected, of course,” he laughs, looking down, “but fantastic. You did it – I always knew you could. That you would,” he corrects himself.

“It kinds of feels like a dream,” you admit, soft.

“Hm.” Jaebum doesn’t say more, since he agrees. This feels like a dream, you feel like a dream – but of course, he can’t say that. You wouldn’t want to hear it, for one, and then there’s the small matter of Mark. Mark, your boyfriend, the man who won your heart fair and square.

No. Jaebum stops himself. Mark didn’t win anything – the two of you didn’t work out, that’s all.

“What?” you ask, squinting suspiciously. “What do you want to ask?”

Jaebum bites his lip to keep from laughing. “I guess you still know me,” he murmurs, then frowns. “Is Mark here, too?”

There – he’s said it. Said that name, his name, out loud. Mark’s name used to swim in his thoughts, chase Jaebum’s when he tried to fall asleep. Thoughts about you, about him, together – it used to drive Jaebum crazy.

“Ah,” you respond, uncertain. “You know about Mark?”

Jaebum is having difficulty deciphering your expression. You didn’t used to be this closed off. He wonders if you look guilty, nervous – then his stomach sinks, realizing you must know about him. Jaebum’s relationship are front page news, of course you would know. He stares silently, thinking about all the girls he’s led on. The girls he’s hurt, trying to find out what he wanted. Jaebum has a reputation now, and not a very good one. He wonders if you believe it, wonders if you care.

Jaebum tilts his head, then nods. “Jackson told me when you two started dating,” he informs, remembering it well. “Where do you think our sophomore album came from?”

Now you’re the one staring, and Jaebum wonders why. Perhaps he’s said too much, been too honest. You’re looking at him like he’s grown three heads, and Jaebum feels his cheeks start to flush.

“I didn’t realize,” you swallow, then blink. “I – that’s a lot. But to answer your question, no – Mark isn’t here. He lives in New York. We’ll probably get lunch while I’m there.”

A strange sort of buzzing fills Jaebum’s ears. “Just lunch?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Lunch. That’s what friends do.”

It’s the second time today, Jaebum’s world has stopped turning. “Just friends?” he repeats, an attempt at confirmation. This can’t be – it can’t, because if it’s true… Jaebum stops himself, before that thought runs free.

“Just friends,” you agree, gaze curious. “Mark and I broke up after college. He went to medical school and I started writing. Somehow, we just made more sense as friends than boyfriend and girlfriend.”

There’s a pause, while Jaebum can think of nothing to say. Or rather – he can think of too many things, and they all choke his thoughts. His sentences make no sense, crammed with words that mean nothing and force him silent.

“Anyways,” you blush, looking down at your phone. “I should probably go.”

You’re leaving. The shock of this spurs Jaebum to action, barely a moment before he grabs hold of your elbow. “Wait,” he blurts, somewhat breathless. “If you… I mean, do you have time before your flight?”

He can’t watch you walk away – not again. Not now. The next moment is the longest of his life. Jaebum stares, and sees that you’re older. Older, yet also the same. In every way that matters, he still knows you. In the ways he doesn’t, he’d like to. You’re still staring at his hand, until you lift gaze to his. “Why?” you ask, slight tremor to your voice. “What do you have in mind?”

Jaebum smiles, hardly daring to breathe. “Everything. Anything.”

[ Master List ]

Author’s Note: happy birthday, Jaebum <3

[joonsjeon]

Invisible // Chapter 3

Pairing: Mark x Reader x Jaebum Words: ~4100 Genre: Fluff, Drama Warnings: none

Masterlist

A few days later... That evening all of them had planned to go out for dinner. (Y/N) is clueless of what went down between the boys and therefore only excited to see JB. Mark still pretends to be fine, but the question is how much he can really take of these two together right in front of his eyes.

A few rather uneventful days had passed. Things almost felt normal. I got up in the morning and worked until late in the evening, coming home to (Y/N) as always cooking dinner for me. Yeah, it all felt normal... I felt normal. There was only one factor left that kept me from falling back into my old daily routine, where everything was fine and well. And that factor was the other members and their constant talk about (Y/N), including possible actions I should and shouldn't take.

I understand that all they wanted to do was help me in trying to figure out the situation but reminding me basically every minute that the girl I wanted, had fallen for someone else wasn't helping at all. It was like every time my mind drifted off somewhere else, something completely trivial that would just ease my mind for a second, one of them started to talk about her again. At least JB had the decency of not mentioning her name while I was in the room. I couldn’t deny that there was a certain curiosity regarding his point of view, or what he intended to do from now on… in fact, I had gotten so curious that I ended up asking Jinyoung if JB had talked to him about it further. However, the good friend he was, he didn't want to tell me too much and thinking about that now it was for the best. I would go even crazier if I actually knew what JB was going to do, watching his every step and maybe I would even end up intervening. So again, I understood. It was JB's business, after all, his choice what actions to take in this situation and not my problem to solve, but... regarding that it was her involved in it all, I just couldn't let it go as easy as I wished I could.

There was a constant battle inside me. Whether I should simply accept the fact that I wasn't meant to be the man by her side, not the man she'd fall in love with, but just the one whom she would be talking with about love. I should be lucky to be by her side in such a position because right now I knew there was nobody on this planet that she trusted more than me, and I sure was glad! In the end, I wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. Yet, there was another part of me that did not think that way at all. A part of me that just didn't let go of the thought that I was the one man who could bring her the happiness she deserved and longed for, for so long. Nobody knew her the way I did, out of all people surely not JB. He didn't know her at all. He did not deserve her at all. Goddamn… I shook my head, more symbolically than it would actually help get my mind to shut up. With a glance at the clock to my right, I realized that there wasn’t much time left until our planned night out for dinner. All eight of us together, in a public place with other strangers around, watching us closely due to the fact that we were idols. Basically, no matter what happened, I wasn’t allowed to lose my temper, I had to prevent it at all costs. I looked at my phone to see if any important messages had come up in our group chat that I had missed while lying on my bed, lost in another fight between my two sides. Obviously there was a heated discussion about which restaurant to choose, they even asked for my opinion, but obviously, I hadn’t answered. So as it seemed, BamBam took the matter into his own hands and reserved a table for us in a restaurant we had never been to before. Ignoring the tons and tons of complaints about his poor decision making in the chat he just informed us to wear something a tad more chic than usual, with that I expected to see a fully dressed up fashionista BamBam waiting for us in front of the restaurant later that night. I finally lifted myself of the comfort that was my bed and scuffed to the other end of my room to my wardrobe. Chic wasn’t necessarily my way of dressing up, so when I slid the doors open and looked at the mess that was my clothes, I felt even more hopeless than I did the past days. Just when I was close to giving up and letting myself sink back onto the bed with a huge sigh, hoping that I could pretend to be sick and spare myself this painful dinner, I heard a knock at my room door. Obviously, it could not be anybody else than her and unwanted my heart started to beat a little faster. “Come in.” I mumbled loud enough for her to hear, if somebody was used to me speaking quietly it was her. I didn’t look at her right away, my eyes still glued to my clothes hoping that suddenly an idea would form in my mind of what to wear, but when I finally turned my head in her direction my jaw automatically dropped a little. Not like it was displayed in the movies, she actually didn’t even notice, but she probably read in my eyes that I was baffled to see her all dressed up like this. Only that she did not interpret it right. While she thought that I was simply not used to seeing her in a nice dress instead of her sweatpants I was actually just shook that she could be even more beautiful than she already was. “Save it!” she laughed while stepping closer to me, her cheeks rosy from the makeup she had put on, but mixed with a natural flush shooting up to her face, probably because she was nervous to see him soon. Ironically she took my hand and made me twirl her around, soft giggles filling the room that made my heart flutter even more. Hair softly falling down her shoulders as she spun around another time, the dress somehow lying tight on her body, but still floating around her beautiful curves like silk. A mixture of her smell and the light perfume she must have put on was noticeable when she was this close to me and I already knew that it was burned into my mind forever from this moment on. And last but not least her face. Her soft, glowing skin in the most beautiful shade I could imagine, combined with her favorite lipstick she always wore for special occasions and only some mascara enhancing her sparkling, deep eyes. She was so gorgeous… “What? Did you just call me gorgeous?” she suddenly asked, her eyes wide and staring right at me. Was I seriously dumb enough to let that slip out of my mouth by accident? Even though she seemed to be as flustered as me for the first time since stepping in here, she also laughed it off as quickly as it had overcome her. “Giving me compliments should be a new habit of yours.” Only her silly and giggly character managed to break my awkward self every now and then. “I feel attacked, I’m always giving you compliments!” I said back with a smile uncontrollably appearing on my face because I still loved to tease her that didn’t change. “Oh really? Just like that loving nickname you gave me. Donut.” She scoffed while raising an eyebrow, but then she suddenly walked past me and opened the second door of my wardrobe. The reason that she came in here in the first place probably was because she imagined me to be just as hopeless as I actually was when it came to picking my outfit. “Donut is a very loving nickname. Everybody loves donuts. So, what should I wear?” I asked and sat back on the edge of my bed while she pushed the hangers in the closet from left to right, searching something very specific. It took a while, most likely because of the mess I had created in there, but then she proudly pulled out a neat, black button-down shirt that I didn’t even remember buying. “That one with black pants and some nice shoes. Don’t you dare to put on sneakers, Mark Tuan!” she glared at me while handing over the hanger with the shirt and then went back to the wardrobe to pull out said black pants for me to put on as well. I audibly sighed, still not feeling up for this night out at all, but what other options did I have? She hushed out of the room as soon as she had given me everything she picked out while mentioning that she would wait for me in the living room, a taxi would be there soon. One last time I thought about backing out, finding some stupid excuse that I could stay here and spend the night by distracting myself with Overwatch, but I knew she would be disappointed. So, I chose to go. With the new clothes thrown over myself and after putting on a tiny bit of concealer as well, I stepped outside, into the living room where she indeed was waiting for me. “Oh my, who is this handsome stranger and what have you done to my lazy roommate?” she joked at the sight of me, even though her calling me handsome always sounded like music to my ears. This time I exaggerated and bowed a little when I stood in front of her. “The new Mark Tuan, at your service. How may I be of assistance?” I said and offered her my arm after she had put on her jacket and threw a small purse over her shoulder. She gladly accepted. A big goofy smile, which was my favorite one by far, planted on her face. “How may you assist… help me to not be an absolute weirdo around JB.” She suddenly sighed, not knowing that she just accidentally crushed my mood back into pieces. I didn’t know what to say to that and ended up saying absolutely nothing, all our way down, until we stood outside our apartment entry on the sidewalk, the cool night swirling around us. As quite some time had passed since her last comment and I still hadn’t answered, she suddenly looked at me with concern, searching my face for any sign or answer. “Did you already talk to him?” she panicked, letting go of my arm and taking a step back, still watching me closely. Generally speaking, I was a terrible liar, but lying to her was even worse. I could only pray she would trust me this time when a hesitant “No I didn’t.” was the first thing to come out of my mouth. And well, she wasn’t convinced. “You did! Oh my god… why did you do that?” she whined like a baby, her hands flying through the air in wild gestures before landing flat on her face, trying to hide that she was turning red again. Not sure what else I could do to make her think I hadn’t talked to any of them about her crush on JB, I started laughing, pretending that I had just pranked her. It took a few seconds, which felt like ages for me until she promptly looked up to my face with fury in her eyes. “You dickhead, why would you play with my feelings like that?!” she whined again, this time clearly a little more pissed off rather than sounding like a toddler not getting his will, as her fists landed on my arms and chest a few times without actually hurting me. “Oh come on, the temptation was too big!” I laughed on and grabbed her hands, so she stopped punching me. Her eyes locked on mine, still glistening with a bit of fury left in her, but her muscles visibly softened. I got lucky this time was all I thought… Even though it took me quite some strength to make those words slip out of my mouth, I knew I had to answer to her previous plea. Not only that, after all, I had promised to be her wingman… “I will help you as good as I can, donut. Just be yourself, nothing has changed.”

The taxi arrived soon after that and within a few more minutes of silence, we had arrived at the restaurant. A few of them were already waiting outside, from what I could tell afar only Youngjae and JB were missing. We got out of the taxi after giving him his money and were instantly greeted by an enthusiastic BamBam opening his arms to pull (Y/N) into a hug. In the meantime Jackson walked over to me, also welcoming me with a quick hug and using that chance to whisper an “Are you alright?” into my ear, a pitiful look in his eyes. Knowing that the evening would only be worse if I needed to endure not only JB and (Y/N) flirting in front of my eyes, but also the pitiful looks of the others locked on me, I took action about the latter right away by saying “I am perfectly fine. I’m good.” A little louder than necessary and somehow it did not sound as calm and peaceful as it did in my head. The others who had started chattering suddenly all stared at me. “Sorry.” I mumbled and awkwardly turned away to stare off into the distance and luckily no one cared much about my weird outburst afterward. Now another car pulled up in front of us. She noticed it and suddenly turned around mid-conversation, as her attention was now directed to something or better someone else. Youngjae and JB both stepped out of the car since their dorms were close enough to each other that sharing a taxi was fairly easy. Youngjae was the first to be in front of her and hugged her with a smile. I had been so lost in thought before that only now I’ve realized how long it had been since all of us were together and while it was normal for me to see her, it had also been a while since they had seen her. How had that crush of hers even developed? But again, not my problem to solve… “You look really pretty.” He complimented her and stepped away to give JB the space to greet her as well. When he got close, I could see how much her eyes lit up. It probably wasn’t noticeable for anybody else, but she blossomed as soon as he was in her presence, a bright smile appearing on her face along with the eyes when he finally spoke. All that was missing now were the ghost bumps forming on her skin… I couldn’t stop my blood from boiling up in jealousy. Staying calm still had to be my priority, for her as well as the public. It was even harder than I thought it would be. Jackson, who still stood next to me, noticed my continuous stare in their direction and suddenly grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me into the other direction, finally making me look away. I felt my muscles relax and soften again, yet turning me into the other direction didn’t stop me from hearing them talking. “You indeed look really pretty tonight.” He repeated Youngjae’s words with a soft voice, he really didn’t act any different from usual and deep down I knew, but my intoxicated mind made it seem like he did. Like he purposely flirted with her and rubbed it into my open wound. “I thought you were perfectly fine, hm?” Jackson spoke up and got me back into reality once again. With his eyebrow raised up, he looked at me, waiting for an honest answer this time around. I shrugged my shoulder, they knew anyway, there was no point in telling them how shit I really felt. “It’ll be alright, just stay with us.” He talked on when he noticed I wouldn’t answer his comment and also refrained from answering this time, just giving him a small nod, with my eyes locked on the floor. He was right, I should at least try to enjoy the evening and ignore whatever was happening with these two as much as possible. “Let’s go inside!” BamBam announced and like a small swarm we started moving together, a chaos of mumbling and laughing inside our group as different conversations started to spark, obviously I looked to see where (Y/N) was, but other than I expected not next to JB, but instead talking to Yugyeom and BamBam. For the first time since arriving here, I felt all the weight lifted off my shoulders. On top of that Youngjae came up next to me and pulled me into a nerdy conversation about Overwatch, which was all I needed to really let go and have fun. 

Contrary to my expectations the evening went quite smoothly. When we sat down at the table <I expected her to sit next to him, but instead she suddenly popped up by my side, where Youngjae was about to take a seat and clung to my arm with a sweet smile on her face. 

“May I sit next to my Markiepooh?” she cooed, making Youngjae and me laugh before he pulled out the chair for her and then took place himself on the next free seat. “Why don’t you sit next to him?” I whispered into her ear, her arms still wrapped around me, almost making me feel like I was the one she liked… almost. She sighed a little but didn’t break her smile for a second. Her gaze drifted off to the seat opposite of me, where he now sat down, luckily not paying attention to us, while in a deep conversation with Jackson and Jinyoung. “I’m too shy. And I wanted to sit next to you.” She replied, eyes still locked on him until I snapped my fingers in front of her face to make her look back at me. Somehow watching her being all heart eyes was kind of funny because I could tease her as much as I wanted, which she did not enjoy at all. “When you keep on looking at him like that, he’ll know soon anyway.” I said with a cocky smile to which she only responded with another fist of hers landing on my shoulder. When everyone had positioned themselves at the table we placed our orders and with all the talking and catching up that happened time flew by. When our starters arrived, (Y/N) was lost in a conversation with the youngest again while Jaebum looked in the opposite direction. I guess I should be happy about it, but in the back of my mind, I knew that she either didn’t know how to start the conversation or waited for me to help her out… and I suppose I have to at least try since I promised to be her wingman. After thinking about it for another couple of minutes, I had indeed found a quite good conversation starter. “Hey JB.” I said to get his attention first of all and during that, I nudged my elbow softly into her waist, so she knew that I didn’t just randomly started talking to him, but specifically for her. She turned her head towards me the same time he did as well. “Did you know that (Y/N)’s parents will soon move pretty close to your hometown?” He looked surprised at my comment and locked eyes with her now, she seemed just as baffled from my sudden intervention, but I could still tell a smile was forming on her face. “Oh really? Where exactly?” He asked, turning away from Jinyoung who he had been talking to all evening long and soon after the two of them had indulged in a deep conversation. I stopped listening at some point, knowing that it wouldn’t be healthy for me at all, and just kept a conversation of my own going. By the time our main dish arrived, I offered JB my seat so he could be next to her and they wouldn’t need to talk over the table, and he gladly accepted my offer. As I got up, (Y/N) tugged at my elbow with a huge, happy smiled on her face, which had been there since the minute they started talking. “Thank you.” She mouthed and I knew she meant it. I had dug my own grave by starting their conversation and as hard as I tried to be happy for her, it just didn’t work. Saying nothing else, I lifted her grip off me and walked around the table to take the seat where he had been before. “You are not really doing yourself a favor by helping her out.” Jinyoung whispered so she wouldn’t hear that actually all of them knew what was going on. I just shrugged my shoulders. “But I promised her.”

 I felt stupid with the mood swings I had in such a short time span. I knew that falling for someone wasn’t always easy and fun times, but this? Being so desperate and moody… But God knew that this wasn’t even the peak of my moodiness. It all got so much worse after dinner had been eaten and all of us were only busy by talking and further drinking. Whenever I looked at the other side of the table, it seemed like Jaebum and (Y/N) were in their own universe, looking only at each other as if the rest of us wasn’t even here with them. And once again there were those two voices inside me. Seeing her with this smile and her giggles and laughter echoing in the room from time to time did make me happy. However, the fact that I wasn’t the reason for her amusement brought the feeling of my blood rising in temperature up again. And just when I thought that it couldn’t be any worse than this, she proved me to be awfully wrong. As JB reached out for the bottle of wine to pour some more into her glass that she held out to make it easier, his other arm already leaning on the back of her chair to discreetly be closer to her, I saw (Y/N) chewing on her bottom lip. She was thinking about something, words lying on the tip of her tongue, but yet insecure if she should let them slip out. That insecurity only lasted so long because Jaebum suddenly reached out his hand and stroke a piece of hair out of her face. At that moment I couldn’t tell if he was only doing it because I told him to play along, or if he genuinely flirted with her… because that was what it looked like. And it was the last sign she needed to finally talk. “Would you like to go out with me, if your schedules allows it?” her cheeks were shining in a bright red, the coy smile on her lips making her look so shy and cute at the same time. He chuckled at that sight, but soon after that, he nodded. “I would love to.” I tried so hard not to let it get to me. I really tried… but it was just too much. Maybe it would have been fine if it wasn’t for Jaebum suddenly making it look so real. Too real for it to be nothing more than an act… and without thinking about my actions for another second, I got up with way too much attitude from the anger that I couldn’t control. My chair almost landed on the floor as I pushed it to the side, my jaw clenching and so did my hands, as I stormed out of the restaurant with all eyes lying on me. I did hear her say my name a few times, but that didn’t stop me from leaving.

[shiawasekoi]

It’s a Bet

Chapter 6 

Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5

The rest of the night was enjoying a four-course meal and some of the executives stating the achievements that have made in the past year. The last speaker of the ball was Jaebum he was glowing as applause filled the room. You were mesmerized at how he just commanded everyone’s attention It was a feeling you have never felt before.

“Y/N” …. “Y/N” someone whispered behind you.

Turing around it was Somi. She appeared beside you and whispered in your ear.

“Mr. Tuan is waiting for you in conference room 701, he has something important to discuss with you.”  Your heart beat peaked at the thought of being alone with Mark because he was known for being unpredictable but it probably has something to do with the papers you finished that were late.

You turned back to look at Jaebum speaking in front of the podium. Still wanted to watch Jaebum…

“Y/N, you need to go.” Somi said standing up ready to lead me to the conference room.  You nodded and stood up to follow her to Mr. Tuan

 The elevator ride to the conference room was quiet, Somi was writing something on her clipboard which looked like regular paper work. Your head was spinning thinking about what Mark wanted to discuss with you in private. Knowing Mark, it probably wasn’t going to be about work. The doors to the elevator stepped aside to let you off the elevator which was weird, why wouldn’t she walk you to the conference room where Mark was? “Walk down the hall and make a left and Mark is waiting for you in the conference room to the right.” You nodded and the elevator doors closed making you have a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach.

The floor was a lot more polish than the lower floors of the hotel. The carpet was a velvety red with fancy light fixtures on the walls as you walked closer to the room where Mark resided you heard faint music coming out of the room. Once reached to the doors you took a deep breath and opened them. Inside was a dimly lit room, where candle light and the view of the night sky took place of the fluorescent lighting, balloons, and decorations that read happy birthday. Mark was standing in the back of the room where he held a small cupcake adorned with a single candle on top. He placed his hand covering the flame while walking towards you. That’s when it hit you that today was, in fact, your 23 birthday, something you forgot from focusing on your new job.

“Happy Birthday Y/N,” Mark whispered into my ear. He set the cupcake on the conference table and nodded to me to blow out the candle. “Make a wish.”  

Considering Mark's eyes, they weren’t lustful or excited they looked very soft something I haven’t seen from him, but nevertheless, I closed my eyes and blew out the candle. I couldn’t think of anything better than what I’ve already experienced.

“How did you know?” I asked beaming at Mark. It’s been years since someone has thrown a birthday party for you. Usually, you celebrated it with a face time with your parents or reading text messages from your friends.

“Because, you are special Y/N, and you deserve to have a celebration on your birthday even if it’s just with me.” Mark and I let out a laugh.

“Well, that was very sweet of you and I really appreciate it.” I said while going in to give Mark a hug. He wrapped his arms around me. Instantly comforting to the touch.  His grip around my waist as my arms went around his neck. His light smell of his cologne filled my senses and I found myself lost in his arms for a moment. It was like there was an unspoken feeling said between us. Slowly letting go Mark took one of his hands and lifted my chin to slightly tip my chin to make eye contact. Seeing his features so close ignited my senses. His sharp features and his brown eyes to his soft plump lips.  

I could feel his lips yearning for mine. Before our lips touch, he tilted his head giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Mark….”

“Now isn’t the right time sweetheart.” Mark said softly while straightening up his suit and adjusting his watch.

“Well, shouldn’t you go back to the party? I’m sure a certain person is worried about you.” Mark said smiling showing his pearly whites, even though I could tell he was thinking about something that was bothering him.

“Why won’t you come back with me?” you said in a sad tone. Even though you thoroughly enjoyed spending some of the night with Mark you didn’t want it to end quickly. Deep down you knew Jaebum was probably looking for you and your heart sunk a bit at the thought.

“I will be right behind you.” Mark waved me to go on to the elevator, without a word I did just as he said and left to go back to the party.

Walking towards the elevator you heard a sound to what seemed like someone getting off the elevator. Turning the corner of the hallway, you noticed Jaebum looking for you.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked as you finally caught his attention.

“Did he do anything to you? Jaebum said as he took my hand and started leading me to the elevator.

“No, no didn’t why? What is wrong?” Jaebum’s face was stressed, something was wrong and neither of them are telling me why.  Either way, you were going to get to the bottom of it.

“Alright, as long as you are alright but next time let me know when you are going to leave like that.” His hand holding mine was tight and protective. Like he was almost scared.

The car ride with Jaebum back to my apartment was mostly about work and schedule for tomorrow. It was like he was never the person he was at the beginning of the night.  Amongst Jaebum talking you finally interrupted.

“Today was my birthday.”

The car suddenly hit on breaks and Jaebum turned to looked at me with a shocked look on his face.

“What….” His voice was quiet this time as he was going to carefully listen to what I was going to say this time.

“That is why I was meeting with Mark he threw me a surprise birthday party…though it was just me and him.” You said softly.

Jaebum didn’t move and the air within the car had tensed up his hands on the steering wheel had tensed.

“Everyone else forgot about my birthday…and it felt nice that someone remembered.” I said in almost a whisper causing Jaebum to hit the gas and speed to my apartment. Why was he acting this way? Did meeting with Mark make him this angry?

In less than 20 minutes we arrived at my apartment which at a regular speed would take about 40 minutes. Without a word, he opened his car door and walked over to open my passenger side. Getting out of the car you were almost scared to look him in the face and apologize for tonight.

“I will see you tomorrow at work 8 am sharp.” His words were straight to the point no emotion at all which caused your eyes to well up in tears, but you held them together until you got to your room.

Immediately you picked up your phone and dialed the number of the only person that could really make you feel better in this situation.

The phone picks up.

“Hey are you busy, could you come over I need you right now.”

[alabastertouch]

Searching for the Truth: The Prologue

Genre: Mystery, Angst, Fluff (in future chapters, of course), Missing person AU (is there such a thing???)

Character/s: reporter!Im Jaebum x detective!Reader; Kim Jisoo, Park Jinyoung, and appearance by other idols

Warning/s: Disappearances and possible triggering events in the next chapters

Summary: You are assigned for the investigation of the sudden disappearance of Kim Jisoo, and someone wants to tag along as you look for her whereabouts.

A/N: Okay, so I know I told you that I’ll post the requests, but this idea came into my mind while I was watching stories about unsolved disappearances and murders. This is going to be my first series, so help me out, okay! 

I’m not sure if there’s already a story like this, and tell me if you’d like me to go on with this series!

“Detective Song, Detective Kim, Detective ____, please go to the conference room now.”

You exchange a look with both Yunhyeong and Yugyeom. The three of you are the youngest in the office, thus the three of you are always called up whenever a new case arrives. Yunhyeong, being the oldest, leads both you and Yugyeom on the way out to follow the Chief Detective Choi to the said room.

“What’s going on, chief?” Yunhyeong inquires as he sits down.

“Sit down, kids,” and you do. “Now, I wouldn’t want to scare you, but there is a new case that came by this morning.”

You watch as Detective Choi presses the spacebar of his laptop, and the screen projects a picture of a beautiful young woman.

“Who do you think she is?”

“I know her, chief,” Yunhyeong raises his hand. “We had a class together in college, and everyone knows who she is. Her name is Kim Jisoo.”

“You’re right, Yunhyeong,” Detective Choi points to the wide screen. “This woman is Kim Jisoo, twenty-three years old, and she has been missing for five days.”

Missing people do not surprise you anymore, but if it took so long for them to report, hope slowly slips away.

“She was supposed to come back after a vacation with her friends from Jeju, but she got lost in the airport,” The next slide shows the picture of probably the last picture taken of the woman, wherein they are wearing sun dresses and smiling brightly. “She met with her college friends namely Kim Jennie, Park Chaeyoung, and Thai national Lalisa Manoban. They said Jisoo went to the restroom, but did not come back, and when they checked all the restrooms, she was missing.”

You lick your lips, nervous about everything. You might not know this person personally, but she radiates warmness with the way she is smiling and probably does not deserve what she is experiencing.

No one deserves to be taken away without their consent.

“Her fiancé, Park Jinyoung, reported it to the police, but they couldn’t do anything about it. He tried to look for her himself, but to no avail,” and you can only imagine how distressed the male must have been. “He sought for our help, so that is exactly what we are going to do.”

You relax on your seat as Detective Choi fills you in with the information about the victim and her fiancé, who is now in the custody of the police for investigation. The world is a bizarre place, and anyone can be a suspect. Her three friends, as well, are all under investigation.

“As you know, Yunhyeong is in charge for the investigation of the murder of Han Suji, while Yugyeom’s accounted for the disappearance of the son of Lee Sooman.”

Your two colleagues look at you, quite unsure because you are quite new at everything. The big responsibility dawns into you as Detective Choi gives you the folders containing everything about Kim Jisoo.

“Detective ____, you will be in charge for the investigation of the disappearance of Kim Jisoo.”

And you know you’re dead.

After being held accounted for the investigation, you haven’t stopped reading about Kim Jisoo’s life, and by now, you can write her biography within the night. Her life is pretty simple, and her relationship with the university’s heartthrob Park Jinyoung had caught the attention and envy of many.

“____!” The new intern, Sejeong, knocks on your door.

“Come in!” You holler. She creaks it open and sneaks her head in. “Someone’s looking for you. He’s a journalist.”

You are not quite sure how to feel about being involved with a journalist. You had a misconception about them… that they fabricate the story to their own accord. You have since ditched that off, since you know how to distinguish the truths from everything that is make believe.

“Send him in,” you are hesitant, but you let him in. A male dressed in straight-cut jeans, white short-sleeved polo tucked in, and a pair of leather shoes entered your office quite bashfully.

“Please take a seat,” he does so, placing his messenger bag on the seat across. “How may I help you?”

“I’m Reporter Im Jaebum,” he stands up again, offering you a hand shake that you reluctantly take. “Actually, I’m here to ask something from you.”

This is the first you have ever met, and he’s already asking for favors.

“What is it?” You bring the folder down, giving him your ears.

He purses his lips before spilling everything out.

“Let me be alongside you with the Kim Jisoo case.”

[shiawasekoi]

It’s a Bet

Chapter 1  Chapter 2   Chapter 3

Chapter 4

JB X Mark Series

Word Count:1126

Genre: AU, suggestive 

Warnings: POV is changed; Smut and Angst in later chapters

   The first-time seeing Y/N wasn’t at the café, it was every day. In the morning, the evening and at night. It was every chance you could get watching her in the small café from your office room on the 12th floor of your own company.  She peaked your interest, the way she worked hard, took care of her customers and still managed to smile at everyone who walked in.

 Even so you could also tell that her coworker cared for her but you wouldn’t let him stop you. Weeks, you thought of the perfect opportunity to approach her but things never worked out.

A knock on your door interrupted your thought process. “Come in” you said not leaving your sights on her from your window.

“Mr. Im I have her application like you requested sir.” “Good you can lay it on my desk, thank you Somi.” The doors close and you turn around to see Y/N’s application. She wasn’t qualified for this job but you had to get her close to you somehow.

 You’ve dreamt how her skin feels on your fingers, what she would sound like once she was yours but there was only one other person standing in your way of that.

Mark. He had the same view of her every day that you had but his feeling towards Y/N was more lust. Protecting her from him has been a challenge but you couldn’t lose no matter what.

“Yugyeom, what do you mean you have seen Mark before?” you said while putting your hand on your shoulder concerned.

Yugyeom took my hand and lead me back of the café where we usually dump our trash at the end of the day.

“You know how we can see that high-end club once you step close to these tall gates behind the trash?” he said as we walked passed the trash can.  I nodded and he pointed to the back end of the club we face.

“I saw him and another man talking, they weren’t talking long but when they finished they shook hands. The other man went inside but Mark stayed and was looking at our café with a smirk. I thought it was weird.” 

“That is weird, well maybe he didn’t mean anything by it. Im sure he was just looking at our café and nothing else, Yugyeom you need to stop worrying over it.” I push his arm but this time he didn’t budge.

“I’m not too sure about that Y/N I think something is up but I just can’t put my finger on it.” Yugyeom eyes were still fixated on the back of the club building.  You still haven’t figured out Mark yourself but it also makes you wonder who he was talking to that day. Jaebum maybe?

The sun was setting and your heart immediately sank. The corporate party was starting in an hour and you got so caught up in the café you lost track of time.

“gyomie! I gotta go Im going to be late!” You immediately rush back inside gathering your things and headed for the door.

“Wait I have my bike I’ll take you to your apartment!” Once outside you hopped onto Yugyeom’s bike and took off. Looking at your watch you knew you had to get ready like your life depended on it. 

Suddenly, we both noticed a car was speeding up almost on his bumper of his bike until the car went past us and slowed down. Yugyeom was furious, once the car was driving the same speed we were going the car then rolled down the window revealing that it was Mark behind the wheel.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you I just wanted to see if you could go faster is all.” Mark flashed his pearly white teeth. “Y/N, you know if you continue on your bike ride you won’t make it tonight on time and I certainly know you wouldn’t want to go wearing that.” Mark winked at me barely taking note of the road in front of him.

Looking at Yugyeom you could tell he was tired but he would never let Mark know that. “Hey, it’s okay, you don’t need to go any further. Thank you for taking me this far I really appreciate it.” You said in a caring tone that calmed Yugyeom’s peddling to a stop.

Mark parked his luxury car next to the sidewalk and opened the passenger door. “After you princess.” He said standing there looking like a model for the next GQ magazine already dressed for tonight’s festivities.

Looking back at Yugyeom you got off the bike and gave him a warm hug and waved to him before running to get into the car with Mark who made it obvious he wanted to show off by hitting the acceleration leaving Yugyeom in the dust. Quickly looking at the rearview mirror you saw Yugyeom sitting on his bike like he lost a battle he never had the chance to win.

“I am glad I ran into you, but you could have called me to pick you up,” Mark said while slowing down to so that he could glance at me.

“I guess you are right, I will next time.” Smiling weakly at him. “My apartment is just up here.” Pointing to the next right. Mark then without hesitation takes your hand and puts it up to his lips closing his eyes for the briefest moment taking your breath away. Gaining your consciousness back you quickly retracted your hand and he let out a soft chuckle.  

“Interesting,” Mark whispered.

We pulled up in front of my apartment building and you get out of the car bending back down to look at Mark through his rolled down the window.

“Thank you for driving me.” Mark smiled “It’s no problem, anything for you Y/N. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you are going to look tonight.”

You waved Mark goodbye before he waved and speeded off into the road.

The phone vibrates as soon as you finished getting ready. It was a message from Jaebum.

Once outside you caught Jaebum’s eye he straightened up from leaning against his car to give you a look of awe. He slowly walked toward you not leaving his attention from you.

“This is the same dress? It looks more amazing than I had imagined.”

“Wow thank you so much, but you are the one with the great taste in fashion.” That’s when you remembered. You took out a notepad and pen.

“I brought these just in case you needed me to take something down for anything.”

Jaebum shook his head and opened the car door.

“Tonight, you aren’t my assistant, you are my date.”