#junior scenario

[dreamythoughtsmood]

*** Imagine ***

Going grocery shopping with your boyfriend, Jinyoung

[lizscenarios]

Group: GOT7

Member: Junior

Theme: Fluff//Fake Boyfriend

Length: short/drabble/novella/long/novel

liznote: i know not too many people are feeling in the “mood” for scenarios when there’s so much drama right now, but i think to someone, these scenarios get their minds off stuff, or are just fun to read. so anyhow, hope you guys enjoy. ill delete this note later prolly who knows

Moments after you walked into the school, Park Jinyoung swaggered in. No one was particularly interested with who was coming in at the moment, but as soon as he walked in their attitudes changed. Whatever other students were talking about became irrelevant, now that leader of the bad boys of the school walked in. Conversation topics switched from what the homework was last night to what Jinyoung, aka Junior, used for his hair. 

You, however, did not understand all this hype. He was just some dude who thought he was all that and bullied poor, innocent people. He treated people unfairly and only thought about himself. How could people ever like him? One thing was for sure though, he was attractive.

That was probably why almost everyone fawned over him, including your best friend. As you started to complain to her about Junior, you turned towards her only to notice that she was not listening.

“You know, one of these days imma leave you for someone that will listen to me,” you decided.

“Y/n, I do listen to you! It’s just that right now I’m too focused on Junior...and the fact that he may or may not be coming this way.” You roll your eyes and walk away from her, only to walk right into Junior. As you do, your books fall out of your arms.

“Oh, sorry babe. Let me get that fo-”

“Don’t bother,” you interrupted, gritting your teeth. You bent down to pick up your books, and to your surprise Junior bends down too. As you gathered up your fallen books, he handed you the last one.

“Thanks,” you uttered to him. And before things could get more awkward, you hurried to your next class. You knew he was in your class, but he never showed up so it was like a win-win here, never have to see each other again.

Of course, that is what you thought. You were shocked to see Junior walk into class a minute before the bell rang. Junior turned from where he was sitting and waved in your direction. You looked around to see who else there was that his wave would be directed towards, but in the end it was only you. You give him a confused look a waved back.

At the start of class, the teacher remarks, “Oh Jinyoung. How nice of you to join us today. Okay class, now lets get started.”

Class was a bore, as it usually was. However, you had to admit that Junior added a factor of “interesting” to the class. Whenever he got called on to answer questions, he would get them right. Guess the bad boy has a brain.

When class ended, a guy who you know has a crush on you came to speak to you. You just laughed really awkwardly at his attempts at a joke and looked for a way out of the conversation.

Junior was about to approach you until he saw someone had beat him to it. Next to you, he saw another guy from the class. Junior got curious, so he walked a little closer towards you to hear what this guy was saying.

“So Y/n...I was wondering if maybe you would want to chill and grab a bite to eat?” he suggested.

“Weeeell, that’s a lovely offer but, uh, I-”

“Have a boyfriend!” Junior put his arm around you and continued, “And that is me. So thank you and goodbye.” Junior turned around with you and walked out of the class, leaving the other guy alone.

When you two were alone, you sighed of relief. “Thank you, for that. I had no idea what to tell him.”

“Yeah, no problem. It was the least I could do. I wanted to apologize about this morning. I think I came off as a bit of a-”

“Jerk? Player? Ladies’ man? All three work, but I guess I forgive you, brainiac.” Junior gave you a bewildered look. “Don’t think I didn’t notice, you’re actually smart!”

“Ah, yeah, that. Well, secret’s out now. Aaannnyways, I was wondering if maybe you wanna chill sometime, and grab a bite to eat?”

“Sorry, I have a boyfriend,” you joked.

“Friday after school it is. See ya, Y/n.” He winked and threw finger guns at you. What a nerd.

[got7imaginations]

Coffee or Tea?

Character: Junior

Genre: Drabble

Requested by anon

“Coffee or tea?”

“Hmm?” You looked around, trying to figure out where that voice was coming from. Suddenly you realized you had been staring off into space for a few minutes now. You looked down at the cup in your hand and then looked up at the body that belonged to the voice.

“Do you prefer coffee or tea?” he clarified, smiling so his eyes crinkled.

“Oh,” you said. “Actually, this is hot chocolate.”

“I see you like sweet things.” He broke into a smile, almost like he just thought of a funny secret. “You’d probably like me then.”

This made you crack up. “Could you be any cheesier?” You held your hot chocolate, smiling at this stranger.

His cheeks turned bright red in response. “Only if you want. My name’s Junior, by the way.”

You clutched your drink in one hand and stuck out your other, offering him a handshake. “I’m y/n. Do you always approach girls with such cheesy lines?”

“Do you always drink hot chocolate in the middle of summer?” He winked at you, and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Maybe you were crazy, but you could’ve sworn you felt a little spark between Junior. “Touché.”

“So what were you thinking about?” he asked, finally pulling his hand away. “You looked really deep in thought there.”

You pursed your lips. “Well, I was thinking about everything I have to do today. I have a pile of laundry filling my bedroom, which makes it hard to walk, so I should probably do that. I should really clean, too, and maybe go for a run, but it’s really hot outside, so I’m not sure if I really want to.”

“Says the girl drinking hot chocolate,” he teased.

“Ah, but I can be lazy while drinking hot chocolate. Running is the opposite of being lazy, and even though I have all of this stuff to do, I just want to go home and lie on the couch and do nothing. So yeah. That’s what I was thinking about.” You could feel yourself blushing as you realized you just admitted your dirty laundry to a stranger. Literally.

“Well, instead of going home and cleaning or being lazy, why don’t you go out with me? Then you don’t have to do what you don’t want to, and you could be productive.”

You looked down at your cup. Usually you avoided guys who were so straight forward with asking you out, but Junior seemed different. It didn’t feel like he was just trying to get into your pants. Looking back up, you smiled and said, “You know what? Why not? Let’s do this. I just have one question for you.”

Junior’s smile seemed to glow like the night sky on a summer evening. “What’s that?”

“Coffee or tea? I’m buying.”

[m-yien]

spontaneous (pt. 5) / / park jinyoung

author’s note: feeling exhausted, but here’s an update for all you lovely people. 

part four

“Mom,” Jinyoung called out to his mother as they both sit on one of the couches. “I’m sorry I haven’t called you or dad, lately. A lot of things has been going on my mind since it’s my first year, it slipped out,” he apologized sincerely. “I have no intentions on not calling you and you know that.”

Mrs. Park gave out a sigh as she calmed herself. “I’m sorry for shouting at you,” she also apologized and moved closer to her only son to hold his hand. “I was worried. You’re not in my line of sight anymore and it’s very overwhelming as a mother. I hope you understand,” she whispers and comb his hair.

Jinyoung nodded. “But, mom you shouldn’t have judged her that easily,” he reminded, earning a glare from her. He bit his lip and thought of a way to make this easier for his mom to understand. “Mom, please listen to me. She’s a really great girl. She’s my first friend here in the campus and so far, she’s been helping me a lot.”

“How? In what way?” Mrs. Park cut him off.

He takes a deep breath. With his mother’s temper rising again, he needs to be patient. He needs to convince her that she is indeed really great.

“Mom, have I ever lied to you?”

That’s what made Mrs. Park’s ears perk up. She turns to look at her son’s eyes to confirm and she can’t help but soften. “You know that I’m only protecting you, right? I know what I did was wrong and I acknowledge that. But son, you can’t expect me to think that way when it’s already late and with her hair like that, why is her hair even like that?” She asks with furrowed brows.

Jinyoung can’t help but smile. “I don’t know either, mom. But, she’s a painter or an artist who likes to play with colors. And, I met her at the library. How? Because she likes to read books like I do. She’s also one of my classmates from my 7am class and she’s never late,” he told her while looking into his mother’s eyes to prove that he’s being honest.

This time, Mrs. Park melted at her son’s words. He may have introduced her in the simplest way, but she could hear how special that girl is for him. She sighs with a mixture of relief and regret. She feels bad that she misjudged and snapped at her like that.

“Do you perhaps… like her?” She asks, hesitating a bit. She can’t believe her youngest is all grown up now.

“Mom!” Jinyoung exclaims while looking away. He’s blushing all over now and it’s too embarrassing for his mother to see. “What are you talking about? It’s nothing like that!”

“Okay, okay,” Mrs. Park calmed him with a laugh while rubbing his hand. “No need to get all riled up.”

“Mom, it’s late. Where are you going to sleep?” Jinyoung asks now worried over his mother. “Visiting hours is already over like 12 hours ago and you’re here.”

Mrs. Park shakes her head. “Don’t worry about me, your dad is going to pick me up at the station. I’m sorry for what happened. Tell her I’m sorry,” she apologizes and Jinyoung nods in understanding. Mrs. Park stands up followed by Jinyoung, she was about to bid her son goodbye when a thought suddenly came to her.

“How about you come home with me and I will cook something as an apology for her?”

Jinyoung has no reason to disagree with his mother’s idea. He didn’t waste any time to grab a small bag to put the notebook he borrowed from Y/N and his phone. He doesn’t even know how wide he’s smiling right now. It’s almost 2:00 am and he doesn’t feel tired at all.

Mrs. Park watched her son move differently. She’s seen him like that, but this time it’s a good different. It’s nice to see him like this. He looks so free and his color seems to glow more. She knows how much of a perfectionist she is when it comes to her children to the point that she always reminds them to do everything that they can to receive the best results.

Which they do. And Jinyoung never failed, and if he did, it was nothing big. So, upon seeing her son like this, she learned something. She learned that letting her son do what he wants without the need of being controlled or monitored by her made him happy. It’s not that he wasn’t happy before, it’s just that he’s doing much better now. Making his own decisions, choices, and plans. All by and for himself.

She doesn’t know if it’s because of the girl or what, but she sure is influencing him in a good way. She can’t believe how bad she wronged her. When all this time, she’s one of the reasons why her son is being the best that he can be.

So, maybe cooking a simple dish would somehow make up for degrading her so easily.

“Mom? Let’s go?” Jinyoung calls out as he puts on his jacket.

Mrs. Park nods with a smile and walk towards him to the front door.

They took the train and arrived at around 4:00 am. Jinyoung’s father met them at the station and he was enveloped in a tight hug after what seemed to be two months of not seeing each other. Mr. Park ruffles his son’s hair gently.

“I tried stopping your mom from going there. But, you know how I don’t always win,” he whispers, making Jinyoung laugh. “And she’s so dramatic. It was just one night of not answering calls,” he continued and wrap an arm around his son.

Mrs. Park huffed. “I can hear you, you know.”

“But, despite that, I love your mother still,” Mr. Park spoke loudly to save himself.

They walked to where their car was parked. It’s a 20-minute ride to their house from the station and Jinyoung is slowly feeling the tiredness sink in. The ride was quiet as all of them are drowsy by now.  But, his eyes remained open as he looked at the view of his hometown. It’s dark, but with the few streetlights illuminating, he can still see the very familiar stores, buildings, restaurants, and many more.

He missed this. And it’s so good to be back, even just for a day.

Once they got home, he went straight for his bedroom to sleep. He has to wake up early later to help his mother cook whatever she’s planning to for her.

He’s still reminded of how sad her eyes and smile looked. He knows she’s telling the truth when she told her that she’ll be fine, but he can’t help but feel bad. She doesn’t deserve to hear nor even receive those words from his mother, especially when it’s not true. He’s relieved that his mother acknowledged that she’s wrong and it’s great that she’s doing something to offer her sincere apologies.

He hasn’t heard anything from her, well obviously, since he doesn’t have her number. But, he’s hoping that she’s really fine. He can’t lose her now. He doesn’t want to. She’s the only one who has that something that’s making him feel… he really doesn’t know what it is now.

But, he’s willing to find out.

[m-yien]

spontaneous (pt. 3) / / park jinyoung

part two

There’s this local diner at their university that Jinyoung really likes to eat breakfast at during the weekends. His mother usually stocks up his fridge at his dorm, but he prefers the local diner when he has free time. It’s about the food and how nice the view it gives whenever he sits at his favorite spot by the window. He’s alone all the time, but it doesn’t matter when he feels peace and relaxation.

So, here he is now. With a plate of warm pancakes and a cup of coffee while reading a book in one hand, breakfast couldn’t get any better. He didn’t even bother looking up whenever the bell of the door dings because of the people that are coming and going. He’s down to the last few pages of the book he borrowed from the library and he just can’t wait to finish it already. He’s mind will be satisfied and at the same time, he’ll finally get the notes he missed.

After he finished reading the last page, he breathes out a sigh of content. He can finally eat breakfast now. He picked up his fork and sliced a piece of the pancake and indulged in the sweetness of it. He picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip of its bitter and strong taste. He turned his head to the window and almost spilled the drink at the sight he just saw.

There she was, surprising him again. She was smiling and waving at him on the other side of the window, not even noticing the shock on his face. He quickly pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket and started wiping his lips as she started walking to the door of the diner.

This girl is really weird. Does she surprise people all the time?

“Hi!” she greeted and sat on the other side of table casually. “I didn’t know you eat here.”

“I do… but only on the weekends,” he answers, feeling a little comfortable now after getting used to her jumping out of nowhere. “Do you eat here also?”

“Only on the weekdays,” she replies and started reading out the menu the waitress handed her. “I was passing by when I saw you, reading the book as always,” she teased and look up to him with glint in her eyes.

He chuckles and hang his head low. “I’m finished; do you want to have it now?”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Really? Woah, you read fast don’t you?” She jokes and rummaged through her bag. She pulled out her notebook and pushed it to him. “As promised.”

He smiled and pushed the book towards her. She picked it up and looked at the back part of it. “What do you think? Was it good?”

“I won’t spoil anything for you,” he dodged the question while shaking his head.

She rolls her eyes at him playfully. “No. I meant, did you like it? Like, did it make you want to read it more at midnight even though you have a 7am class the next day?”

Jinyoung made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, finally understanding the question. “You could say that.”

She nods, feeling contented with his answer. “I guess, it’s good then.” She puts the book inside her bag just in time her French toast arrived. She smiled at the waitress and muttered a soft ‘thank you’.

All the while, Jinyoung watched her every move. She’s weird and mysterious for him. Not the very ordinary kind of girl he sees with his sisters. She’ll be quiet one time, then all smiley and loud the next. She’s really interesting for him and he has to admit, she’s the first one that sparked his interest in this university.

Well, who wouldn’t be? With her long black hair, mixed with some gray dye on it, her black get up almost every day, and how she’s really lively despite her cold looking face.

“Hi Y/N,” he noticed a few students greet her as they passed by and she’ll just give a small smile in reply before eating again.

“You must be popular,” he guesses making her chuckle.

“Don’t say that,” she pleads, looking down her plate.

His brows furrowed at the sudden change of mood. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend or…”

She immediately shakes her head. “No, no, it’s okay. It’s fine, no harm done,” she reassures by giving him her usual bright smile. “But, hey, I never got the chance to ask you about your program. What are you taking?”

“Oh, Humanities, Department of Korean Language and Literature.”

“Ooooh, I heard there’s a lot of good stuff going on there,” she retorts as she drank from his coffee. “I’m at Fine Arts, Department of Painting.”

“Woah, really?” He asks, startled. How many surprises this girl has?

She nods as she continued eating her food. “Don’t think like it’s a big deal, Park. It’s nothing.”

“But, this is painting we’re talking about! That’s a really big deal!” He exclaims, raising his hands up.

She laughs and moves some hair away from her face. “Say whatever you want, but I think Language and Literature is more awesome.”

Jinyoung couldn’t help but disagree. “Eeeh, no way! So, what do you paint mostly?” He asks, leaning close to the table.

She smiles at his sudden interest. “I paint a lot of things. Whatever comes to mind or whatever I see that I fall in love with, I paint it.”

He nods in amazement. “That’s pretty awesome.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” she agrees and look out the window. “Do you usually wake up early?” She asks after a few seconds of silence. She faced him again with a smile. “Just curious.”

Jinyoung nods, smiling back. “I do, ever since I was a kid.”

“Ah, your mom taught you that?” She asks as if she already knows the answer, making him blush. She chuckles. “All moms are like that, it’s nothing bad, don’t worry.”

“Why, did your mom made you do that too?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I wake up early because I like the idea of it. I don’t do things that my mom likes nor wants,” she answers vaguely as she looked outside again.

Jinyoung didn’t want to go deeper because it seems like something’s behind that. They were quiet after that and he just admired how her eyes wandered to the people and cars that were passing by.

He never usually sticks around with new people he just met. Even back at Busan during high school, he rarely hangs out with one of his friends because he wants to be alone most of the time. But here he was, with a new person whom he just knows by name, from the Department of Painting, who reads the same books as his, and seems to be… a rebel against her own mother?

He shouldn’t be with someone like her, as his mother told him. He was taught to avoid people that could corrupt his intelligence, manners, and all that they ever taught him to be. But, he doesn’t know why, but he’s still here. Welcoming all her startling surprise appearances and let her have her way with him.

Even allowing her to drink his coffee.

Maybe it’s strange, but he likes it. There something different about her that’s drawing him near to her. He couldn’t say he’s attracted (maybe not yet), because that would be just weird for him. But, maybe being friends with her wouldn’t be that bad. Her outside appearance may scream harm, but getting to know her more wouldn’t, right?

It’s the strange in the familiar.

“Hey, Jinyoung?” She called out while waving her hand in front of his face. He looks up and blinked. “You okay? I kind of lost you for a second,” she giggles.

He blushes a deep red again. “Sorry. You were saying?”

“Would you like to go to a party with me tonight?”

[m-yien]

spontaneous (pt. 1) / / park jinyoung

Author’s Note: hii! this is my first jinyoung scenario and i decided to make it a series :) college!au or college!junior (whatever you’d want to call it) i hope you guys support it. please? c:

Jinyoung never knew what freedom felt like until he decided to leave Busan and go to Seoul after he graduated from high school. Well, it’s not like he’s saying he didn’t have freedom at his hometown. It’s just that back at Busan, he was babied a lot. He’s the only boy and youngest of the family. And, he studied at an all-boys school, so the only females that he interacted closely with was his mom and his two older sisters.

Some would say it’s not a big deal, but for Jinyoung it is. He grew up to a very strict and well-mannered family. His parents taught him to be prim and proper while his sisters served as role models by being successful with their lives.

It was okay for him. In fact, he thinks that kind of lifestyle suits him best. But, Jinyoung wanted something more than that. As he grew up and started learning and understanding a lot of things around him, he thought that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be bad to see something new and somehow, strange from what he’s familiar with.

Strangely, his parents gave him the permission to go when he asked. He thought they would strongly disagree and just make him study there, but they oddly let him be. His parents told him that they trust him enough that he’ll make intelligent decisions. Which was so out of the blue for him, but who cares?

His parents allowed him to leave Busan for college!

It sounds dumb and low but, man, Jinyoung have never felt so free in life.

It’s been one month since Jinyoung came to Seoul and it’s his third week at university and there are no problems, stress, nor hassles so far. It may sound like he’s a bad son, but he’s pretty much enjoying his stay here.

He likes his university. Not the academic aspect of it, but yeah, his university is full of resources enough to help him with his studies. The classrooms are air-conditioned, the professors are great with their teaching, the dormitories are comfortable, and his favorite:

The Library.

Jinyoung will never deny his great love for novel books. Ever since his father introduced him to ‘Catcher in The Rye’ when he was in high school, he just fell in love with it and it made him want to read more.

And, the university library just happened to be so full of novel books, he could say it’s second heaven for him. He even finished two books already and he’s on his way there now to borrow a new one.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Kim,” he greeted the middle aged librarian with a smile.

Mrs. Kim looked up from her desk and smiled back. “Finished already?”

He shyly nodded before presenting his library card with the book he’s returning.

“Well, go crazy,” Mrs. Kim took it from him and pointed at the endless shelves.

Jinyoung smiled like a child and walked towards the novels section. He passed by the books while lightly touching and reading the titles. He stopped when his eyes landed on an interesting title. He was about to grab it when another hand suddenly appeared.

His head quickly turned to look at who it belongs too, ready to fight for it. But, he was slightly taken aback. It was a girl. He pulled away and was about to say something but she beat him to it.

“You read it first,” she says with a smile before turning away from him.

His brows furrowed in confusion. If he was to base on the girl’s black get up and ash blond color on the lower part of her hair, he thought she’d put up a fight. But, oh well, she said he could read it first. He picked the book up from the shelf and proceeded to walk back to the librarian, without any worries.

The next morning, Jinyoung went to his first class five minutes early to get a good seat. He chose the third row and sat there comfortably before pulling out the new book he started reading last night. Instead of reading in advance for his class, he engrossed himself with the book.

He didn’t even hear the bell rang and the students that are piling in.

“Alright, please take notes as I explain to you the history of…” Once the professor started, that’s only when Jinyoung set the book down to get his notebook. After that, he held his head up to look at the presentation of his professor and quickly jot down important information.

He was focusing on what his professor is talking about when something gray caught his eyes.

It was the girl, sitting at the front with her hair tied in a messy bun. He stared at her to make sure that it’s really her, but he couldn’t see her face. He tried different directions to look at her, but unfortunately he still couldn’t see her.

“Mr. Park?” His professor’s voice startled him.

“Y-es?” His voice shook as the whole class looked at him.

Even the girl looked at him.

“Is everything okay? You seemed to be distracted,”

“A-h, yes, I was trying to look at the front… uh… closely! Yes! I was trying to get a better look,” he lied, scratching his head.

“Hmmm,” his professor hummed, half convinced. “I suggest you sit at the front next time Mr. Park.”

He nodded and exhaled, thankful that he wasn’t caught in trouble. He picked up his pen and started writing again. He stole a glance at the girl and what he saw almost made him fall.

She was looking at him.

His eyes widened and he quickly looked away.

Jinyoung have never felt so embarrassed his whole life.

When the bell rang, Jinyoung quickly put his things inside his bag. He watched her do the same and before she could get out of the room, he ran and stopped her.

“Oh my go-“ The unnamed girl almost screamed at his sudden hold on her arm.

“I-‘m sorry,” he apologized before letting go of it. “You’re the girl from the library, right?”

The girl craned her neck in confusion. “Uh… I’m sorry, can you be more specific?”

“The book?” He asked and pulled out the book from his bag, waving it in front of her. “You were supposed to read it, but you let me read it instead?”

The girl furrowed her eyebrows before, “Ah! That’s why you looked familiar!” She suddenly exclaimed with a smile. “It thought you were some weirdo.”

Jinyoung laughed. “Well, I certainly am not, a weirdo.”

The girl nodded, still smiling.

“I just wanted to apologize,” he said.

“For what?”

“You know, for this. You got it first but you still let me read it before you and I didn’t even stop on doing so.”

It was her turn to laugh. “Don’t worry, Mr. Park. It’s not a big deal.”

Jinyoung could feel his face turn red as he called her by his surname, he couldn’t even mutter a reply.

Feeling the awkward atmosphere, the girl quickly smiled. “I hope you enjoy the book, but I have to go now. See you around,” she said and waved at him before walking to the door.

Jinyoung awkwardly held his hand up and watched her disappear.

And then it hit him.

You forgot to ask her name, idiot.

[imdifferentshadesofpurple]

The Park Next Door

So I haven’t posted/written anything on tumblr in awhile so fingers crossed this isn’t horrible. It was requested by a new lovely friend who wanted a little Jinyoungie. If you’d like to request, please send them in! I only write for GOT7 currently and I unfortunately don’t write smut. Other than that, request away! Oh. And this is a little long. I got carried away. ;) xoxo

Pairing: Park Jinyoung (Junior from GOT7) x Reader

Genre: Fluff I guess? Lol.

The yelling was loud. 

As it always was when your neighbors fight.

You look up from your desk, waiting for the light to turn on in the room across from yours. You knew he was home - you heard him being dropped off by his friends twenty minutes ago. Which probably meant the yelling started because it was almost one in the morning and he finally decided to show up. You sighed, running your hands through your hair as your eyes made contact with the notes you had fallen asleep on. You rub your eyes, stifling a yawn, before there's a door slam and you see the room across the way illuminate. His curtains aren't drawn together, he left in a rush this morning, so you see him come in angry, throwing his cellphone onto his bed.

The boy next door.

Park Jinyoung.

You had grown up next to each other, attending the same school, swimming at the same community pool in the summer. He had never spoken to you, just nods in the hallway or a question about the date in math class. You weren't even sure he knew your name. Which was fine.

Even though you were pretty sure you were in love with him.

You didn't know when it happened. You weren't really paying attention. One day you saw him and suddenly noticed how nice his smile was or how his laugh was practically angelic or how he walked with such confidence. You spent many nights at the very desk you were at now, trying to change your heart's mind about Park Jinyoung.

It wouldn't work out and you knew you were just set for heartbreak.

But alas, you continued to fall, watching him from afar as the years passed. You grew older, the insides of your rooms changing to match your current obsessions. You passed each other in the hall, avoiding eye contact.

You were strangers. 

Strangers that lived very close to each other.  

As you watched him pace around the room, you bit the tip of your pen, a habit you couldn't break, and wondered why he had bothered to come home at all. His parents were always fighting nowadays and you couldn't even imagine how suffocating the house must've been. You knew he tried to act stronger than he felt, especially when things were particularly bad.

But he always came back. And you didn't really get why.

You pondered some more and watched him pace, chest heaving and hands raking through his dark hair. You wished that you could do something, anything so he could feel better. It was hard for you to watch him like this every time his parents fought. But all you could do was be his neighbor. 

There wasn't much past that.

You sigh, deciding sleep was better than forcing more math into your brain, and shuffle your papers together before stuffing them into a nearby folder. You're distracted for a few minutes, oblivious to the fed up Jinyoung across from you. When your things are finally put away and you move to turn off your light, you stop and watch as Jinyoung suddenly lifts his shirt over his head, exposing his entire upper body.

Your eyes widen, hand frozen on the light switch as you take him in. The last time you had seen him shirtless was at the pool when you were ten. 

Things had definitely changed. 

You continue to stare, watching as he rummaged through his drawers in search of a shirt, back muscles moving slowly as if trying to torture you. You know you should stop watching, you're invading his privacy, but yet you don't move.

Until he turns and spots you. 

Your eyes widen when they connect with his and you know this may take the cake at being the most embarrassing moment of your life. You both stare for what seems like forever until you decide to shut your light, close your curtains, and jump into bed. The covers shield you but you can't escape what just happened. You shut your eyes tight, willing it to be morning so you can pretend this was a dream, but when you open them again, it's still dark out and you're still mortified. You turn and groan into your pillow, mentally smacking yourself.

Now he'll think you're a creep and you'll never escape it.

You groan again, louder into your pillow, almost missing the light knock at your window. You're up in a second, covers thrown off, and see a fully clothed Jinyoung waving at you from the ledge of your roof. You gasp and jump out of bed, more in fear that he'll fall, and open the window, "What are you doing?! You're going to hurt yourself!"

He chuckles, sending shivers down your spine, "I'll be fine. Our roofs touch so if I do fall, I'll fall onto my house and not the ground."

You smack his arm, "Not funny. Connecting roof or not, you could still fall Park Jinyoung. Now go back to your room."

His eyes meet yours, "So you can watch me take off my shirt again?"

You're taken aback, a small gasp escaping you. "I didn't...I wasn't watching." He chuckles again, hair falling in his eyes, before he props himself onto your windowsill. 

"Oh? So staring at someone who is shirtless....that's not watching?"

You glare and move away, crossing your arms over your chest. "Well if someone closed their curtain..." 

His smile widens and your heart swells at the thought that you made it happen. Silence follows and you wonder if he can hear your fast paced heart. Biting your lip, you decide to take a shot and lean against the frame. "Are you ok?"

If he's surprised by your question, he doesn't show it. "I will be. I always am in the end."

His face is sad as he watches his house and you suddenly feel your heart break for him. Moving closer, you sit opposite him and lay a hand on his arm. He tenses under your touch but he makes no movement after that. "Jinyoung...why do you keep coming home? If it's so horrible here, so suffocating, why don't you go stay with Mark? I know he'd be happy to give you a place to stay."

His eyes snap back to yours, surprised at the mention of Mark. "How did you...?"

"I'm sorry. I overheard one day. I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

He sighs, eyes moving back to his porch. "It's fine. I just don't want to burden him. His family. We've still got a year left in school...that's too long to ask of them. Plus..."

He stops, whatever he was about to say dying on his lips. You squeeze his arm in encouragement, "Plus what?"

When his other hand comes to rest over yours, your heart starts to beat quicker than before. 

"Plus you're here."

You're confused suddenly, eyebrows furrowing together as you try and process what he had just said. "Huh? What do you mean Jinyoung?" His hand grasps yours tightly and his eyes shut as he sighs deeply. "If I move in with Mark, that means I won't be next door to you anymore. I'll be another twenty minutes away. I won't be able to see you in the mornings while you try to put your hair up or try and study math instead of sleeping even though you always end up getting the highest grade in the class. I won't be able to see you run out of your house with toast in your mouth because you're late. I won't be able to stare at you through my window, trying to find the words...to tell you how I feel about you. If I move away...if I move away everything will change and I can't leave you. You're the only reason I come back to that damned house."

You don't know what to do. You're too shocked by everything he had just said, frozen in place with your hand still in his. He didn't....he didn't just say all those things? The silence is loud, ringing in your ears while you try and process what just happened. Jinyoung is staring at you, a worried expression on his face, waiting for you to answer. 

When you find your voice, it cracks slightly, "Jinyoung. How...how do you feel about me?"

The smile he sends your way warms your heart and you can't help but smile back. 

"You don't know?" His smile is coy and you suddenly feel flirtatious, leaning in slightly.

"Nope. I guess you'll just have to show me."

His eyes dart down to your lips and back up to meet your eyes, the cute smile he had wearing before slowly turning into more of a mischievous smirk. His lips suddenly connect with yours and you move back against the frame of your window, gripping his shirt tightly between both of your hands. He moans, softly into your mouth, and you love the sound. You kiss back, harder, as his hands move to your side to bring you closer to him. You focus on nothing except the boy in front of you, the boy you've wanted for a long time, the boy you've loved for longer than you had originally thought. Once you break apart and try to catch your breath, he lightly touches his forehead against yours, that smile back in place.

"I like you. If it wasn't obvious." You throw your head back and laugh, not caring it's early in the morning and people are sleeping. He watches you, eyes crinkling in the corners as his grin gets wider.

"It most definitely wasn't since you know...we never spoke to each other. But then again, I guess we were both liking each other from a distance."

His eyes widen at your quick confession and you mirror his smile, your cheeks starting to hurt. You grip his shirt again, pressing a few more kisses to his waiting lips. "If you need to get out of the house Jinyoung, move in with Mark. I promise you'll see me everyday."

He links his fingers with yours, worry suddenly flashing in his eyes. "But..." You shake your head, one more kiss pressed against his lips. "I'll be fine. I don't want you stuck in a place you're not happy. Ask Mark. He'll say yes. I know he will. And I'll still be here. I'm not going anywhere. Ever."

He hugs you then, tightly against his chest. "Promise?" You squeeze just as tight, smiling into his shoulder. "Promise."

Hope you enjoyed! (gif isn’t mine)

xoxo Mo

[jae-bummer]

Daddy Material

Request: Can I request a fluffy-comedy scenario with Junior? you're his wife and you're expecting your first child. You and Got7's families (with their wives,children) decide to organize a meeting. You're watching him playing with other children in the park but suddenly you go into labor which makes a chaotic day for Got7's family and...a happy ending? Thank you

Member: Got7 Junior x Y/N

Type: Fluff

"Aye aye aye," Junior clucked, running behind you. "Jagi - aish! Aren't you carrying too much? Don't overexert yourself, aren't you tired?"

"Jinyoung, my darling," I chuckled. "I'm going to need you to drink a tall cup of calm the hell down."

Since the day I told Junior I was pregnant, he was obsessed with me. Granted, he was pretty intense when we first started dating, but as soon as he knew his DNA was forming into a baby dinosaur (Jackson's words, not mine) in my stomach, he wanted to make sure I didn't exert myself or do anything that would harm our child.

I was exactly nine months along today, the day of Got7's ten year anniversary. The other wives and I decided we should put something together for our boys, and our families, to really show how much everyone has appreciated their journey.

"Y/N!" Youngjae screamed, running toward me, taking all of the bags and boxes from my hands. "I've missed you so much! How are you! Oh my gosh, you look like you swallowed a watermelon!"

"Well, she obviously didn't swallow something," BamBam chuckled. "Aish!" he complained as he was swiftly swatted on the back of the head by JB.

"Y/N," Jaebum smiled, taking my hands in his. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," Junior answered. "Being pregnant is exhausting." He plopped down into a chair beside me and ran a hand through his hair. Mark appeared behind him and began to rub his shoulders.

"Imagine how your wife feels," JB chuckled, patting him on the head.

"Y/N," JB's wife smiled, coming up to me and giving me a tight hug. Her own pregnant belly hit mine.

"I think your kid's just high fived," Bambam laughed.

"When are you going to start having kids BamBam?" Mark asked, looking at the younger member. "You've been married for so long now."

"Aish, don't rush it!" BamBam grumbled. "And don't get any ideas in to my wife's head. We still have plenty of time!"

"Plenty of time!" Youngjae gasped. "You know, Jackson is on his third."

"But are you surprised?" Mark laughed. "Because I'm not. He's never had self control."

"I heard my name," Jackson chimed, reappearing with his son on his hip.

"Bother Yugyeom!" BamBam sulked. "He's not even married yet."

Yugyeom looked up, his face full of food. "I'm the maknae."

"You're 26," JB nodded.

Yugyeom stuck his tongue out at JB and went back to his food.

I looked around, appreciating our friends and Got7 family surrounding us when I noticed Junior was gone. I squinted across the park we had arrived at and saw him a few yards away, on his knees, speaking to a small crowd of the got7 kids.

JB's little girl, who was around three, wrapped her arms around Junior's neck gleefully. Jackson's twin boys stood to his other side with giant grins as well. Mark's son sat motionless in front of Junior, legs crossed, while Youngjae's daughter looked like she was trying to do a handstand. They were all laughing wildly at whatever my husband had just said. I couldn't help but smile. He was going to be such a good dad.

"Ouch," I muttered, leaning on the table beside me. I had the worst stitch in my side and the baby inside of me wasn't making it much better. I heard what seemed to be an audible pop and I felt something wet begin to trickle down my leg.

"Jae-jae-bum," I gasped, as he was nearest.

"Mmm?"

"I think...my water just broke," I blurted.

"Ah!" he said, his eyes growing wide. "JUNIOR! GET OVER HERE! Y/N WATER JUST BROKE!"

It seemed like in that moment, the park exploded into chaos. Junior came running, a small flock of children in haste behind him. Jaebum put one arm around my shoulder and took one of my hands as he began to guide me to a vehicle. Junior began feverishly picking up our bags, assisted by a relatively unfazed Mark. BamBam and Yugyeom looked on in shock and horror while Youngjae jumped excitedly beside his wife. Jackson and a few of the other wives began to gather the children.

18 hours later...

"It's a girl," I whispered, wiping the sweat from my forehead and leaning back in the hospital bed.

"It's a girl," the doctor confirmed, looking proudly at Junior. Junior's face turned white as he turned from me and exited the room.

"Ju-junior?" I asked trying to angle myself to see out of the delivery room's door.

"IT'S A GIRL!" I heard him shout excitedly down the hall. "IT'S A LITTLE, HEALTHY BABY GIRL!"

I heard cheers and hoots erupt from the waiting room. He came racing back in and beamed at me proudly.

"It's a girl," he whispered, kissing my forehead. I could see tears begin to form around his eyes.

"Would you like to hold her?" the doctor smiled.

He nodded cautiously, taking the small pink bundle from the physician and holding her like a porcelain doll. He looked at me with aw in his eyes. "We made her. She's perfect."

He began pacing, holding her close and singing beneath his breath. After a few minutes of the fluffiest and sweetest thing I've ever seen, he stopped suddenly and looked at me with wide eyes. "Is she too young for me to start reading to her?"

I laughed, tears escaping from my eyes. "Of course not  my love, of course not."